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  1. Hello everyone I had an idea for an interactive fic staring the women of the MCU, characters and actors alike. The basic premise of the story is this the characters and actors periodically swap minds at random, and they only swap back when they wet themselves. So for example if Peggy Carter switched with Hayley Atwell the only way for them to switch back is if either Peggy had an accident in Hayley's body or if Hayley had an accident in Peggy's body. Now my first question is. Which way would you want to see this play out? A. The actor's mind in the character's body B. The character's mind in the actor's body C. Switch back and forth between A and B. (note if you choose this option tell me which one you want to start with either A or B) My second question is. Which character/actor pairing would you like? A. Kate Bishop (Hawkeye)/ Hailee Steinfeld B. Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)/ Scarlett Johansson C. Daisy Johnson (Quake)/ Chloe Bennet Now my plan is to write the next segment after I either get 5 answers or after 48 hours, whichever comes first, and depending on how many answers I get the number for answers might increase. Also every so often I may ask about choosing another character/actor pairing or staying with the current pairing. Hope you enjoy. If you would like to see some of my writing check out the RP section.
  2. Hey people of the most of the world long interwebs. I am here to fill (with pee) a void I have noticed when it comes to omo fiction. Now as anyone who's played the game can tell I have a Bug Fables profile picture. And I've been desperate (see what I did there) to read some, so I decided to make it! I don't know when ill be releasing but I hope to get it out soon.
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    Hi Everyone, I have a lot of Aaliyah Taylor diaper videos so thought I'd post them here. Will add more to this folder as time goes by. Some are in better quality than others... So far: -3 with Candi Chains, who is my favourite guest performer. Love how cutely forlorn she acts in the videos. User 'vegeto4' has kindly posted a couple more from her in the comments, but anyone know of any more that featured her? -4 with Molly Jane. Taken from the Mall duology is one of my favourites, and her getting bound in a pushchair is great too. Sadly a couple of these are in less than ideal quality so if anyone has them in a higher definition, or any other videos Molly appeared in, then please share! -8 with Amanda Bryant. My favourite is her in the bouncer, but also love her chastity diaper date outfit and her soggy diaper under her fancy dinner dress. As always, if you have any other Amanda ones I'd love to see them. -2 with Maria. Sadly one is a truncated one rather than the full video (in poor quality to boot) so if you have the full version, please share! This duology is another one of my favourites, as maybe I'm just a meanie but I love the roleplay of someone being kicked out into public in their double diapers and ABDL outfit! -2 with Alora. -1 with Kendra. -1 with Adriana Evans. -7 videos with Anastasia. Including 'no change' where she is put in multiple bulky diapers, and another one where she is punished with a hollow buttplug. -5 with Wenona. -1 with Aaliyah as a flower girl, with a woman I'm not sure the name of. -6 with Olivia Kasady, but still 11 more with her to come!
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  4. View File @Eldridgeisan MMD Wettings The works by @Eldridgeisan on Twitter The order of the wettings are 1: https://x.com/eldridgeisan/status/1626603541287800833?s=46&t=Cvz7h5w4SjTAgb60UaNgGQ 2: https://x.com/eldridgeisan/status/1629143115797008384?s=46&t=Cvz7h5w4SjTAgb60UaNgGQ 3: https://x.com/eldridgeisan/status/1629445343753699328?s=46&t=Cvz7h5w4SjTAgb60UaNgGQ 4: https://x.com/eldridgeisan/status/1641780153088098304?s=46&t=Cvz7h5w4SjTAgb60UaNgGQ 5: https://x.com/eldridgeisan/status/1642889537155371009?s=46&t=Cvz7h5w4SjTAgb60UaNgGQ 6: https://x.com/eldridgeisan/status/1720776703889555780?s=46&t=Cvz7h5w4SjTAgb60UaNgGQ Submitter Vbucks Submitted 03/22/2024 Category Female  
  5. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
  6. Are there any stories where a guy is forced into diapers by wife or girlfriend? Most of the ones I can find involve sissy themes or magic but that’s really not my thing. I’m just looking for forced diapering for punishment or accidents. With loving themes not cuckhold/ sissy or anything like that.
  7. Chapter 1: The Accident Brianna is a typical farm girl turned city folk. She was raised caring for cattle with her mom and a dairy farm, had a small rabbit breeding business, and now even has chickens she takes care of. Everything wasn't always sunshine and rainbows. She had a rough upbringing with many awful men taking advantage of her. An abusive father left them on the run, going from house to house. Only when she turned, 16 did things finally start to settle down with a good home and a good stepfather. 4 years later, she was done with school and in a very happy relationship dating a cute 20-year-old boy. He is tall, dark, and handsome, something you would typically only imagine. She stood at 5 ft even, while he was 5 ft 11 inches. They've been dating for about three months now. Every Tuesday night, they would go to the movies to see the $5 movie of the week. It was an excellent way for them to spend time together and share something they both enjoyed. Brianna worked on her chicken pen across the road from her city house. It was on a Tuesday evening, so she knew Brandon would be over in a little bit to pick her up and hang out. He was such a sweet boy. Both he and Brianna were raised as Christian kids. So they weren't into fooling around at the movies or doing anything too naughty. But they are both still young, and to say they didn't have feelings for each other in that way, would be a total lie. Pulling out her phone, Brianna saw it was 6:10 PM. "I'm almost done. I need five more minutes. Then I can head home to get ready for when Brandon gets here," she told herself. It was then she realized how badly she also had to pee. "I can hold it, nearly there," she told herself, as she started bouncing her hips up and down doing a little potty dance while her hands were busy putting the last touches on the fix needed to her chicken pen. The chickens would escape again if she didn't get this done right. Forget having breakfast in the morning. She would be lucky if they didn't turn up as chew toys for a nearby dog. "Almost there," she said while twisting the metal fencing around the post. But now she was crossing her legs, trying as hard as she could to hold it in. "Come on. I can do this!" Just as she finished tightening that part of the fence, the two worse things happened. First, the other side of the fence came undone, meaning she would need to go over there quickly and fix that before the chickens escaped. Secondly, Brandon just pulled up in his Chrysler. "Not now! Couldn't he have been five minutes late?" Brianna thought to herself. She quickly started to run over to the other side of the fence when she lost the fight. *hiss* Brianna started peeing her pants as she made her way to the side of the fence that broke. "No! How could I have let this happen? I'm 20, not 2. This is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen. My mom is never going to let me live this down. I guess the nickname was right, Pee-ana." All of these thoughts flooded her mind in an instant. "Oh my gosh! Brandon is right there. If he didn't see it already, he'll see it when I go to return home. There is no way I can hide this." Her jeans were soaked, and two dark blue streaks ran down her inner legs. "Can I blame it on spilling water on myself?" She thought, trying to find a way to avoid the embarrassment any more than she had to. Not wanting to waste more time, she quickly strung the fence enough so the chickens couldn't escape. Then promptly ran across the street to her home. As she did so, she crossed right in front of Brandon's car. There was no way that he didn't see that she had peeded her pants. "She is in a bit of a hurry," Brandon thought, seeing her sprinting, trying to avoid eye contact with him. "Wait, did she pee herself?" He sat a little straighter in his seat, trying to get a good look at her pants while she was running by. "No way." He couldn't believe his eyes. It looked like she did. And with how she acted, it was almost sure that was the case. Not wanting to make matters worse, Brandon pretends to be on his phone as he watches Brianna enter her house. He figures he should wait ten minutes before walking to the house to pick her up. If she did pee her pants, she would want a minute to get cleaned up and knowing her mom. There would be some comments. Her mom meant well and would try to be funny, but in cases like this, she doesn't realize that's not the time to joke around. **** "Hey, Bri, it looks like Brandon is here." Her mom started. "oh my gosh, did you pee your pants?" "I don't want to talk about it. I want to get cleaned up and forget this whole thing happened." "I mean, I know you are excited to see the guy, but come on, girl, you got to have some control." "MOM!" Brianna shouted back at her mom. She really wasn't in the mood right now. "Hey, don't get mad at me, Miss Pee-ana. You're the one who peed their pants right when your boyfriend showed up." "Seriously, I don't want to talk about it." "Alright, fine. But you better hurry up before he thinks somethings up." "If I'm lucky, he didn't see anything." "It looks like he is on his phone." "Good, I'll send him a text telling him I'll be out in a minute." with that, she pulled her phone out of her pocket. Luckily it doesn't look like she soaked that too. 'Hey, hun, I'll be out in a minute, just chatting with my mom real quick.' "There, message sent." *Ding* 'Hey, hun, I'll be out in a minute, just chatting with my mom real quick.' "Shoot, that means her mom probably saw. Hopefully, she didn't pick on Brianna too much," Brandon thought. 'No worries, take your time. I got here a little early. So Just let me know when you are ready.' *Ding* "Phew, I don't think he saw. I'm going to get cleaned up. Don't say a word to him about this," Brianna told her mom. "I won't, I promise." Brianna then ran up the stairs to her bedroom as fast as possible. She snagged a change of underwear and pants. Then into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Working on a dairy farm helped her learn how to get cleaned up excitedly, well, and fast. Within 5 minutes, she had managed to get herself all cleaned up. She wiped her legs with a wet towel to remove the smell of urine, put on some perfume, and got dressed. Soon after, she was out the door and climbed into Brandon's car. "Whoa, that was fast," Brandon said to Brianna. "What do you mean?" She asked him, wondering if he knew she had peed her pants. "Your conversation with your mom. You two sometimes can talk a while, given I was here early. I just thought maybe she would want to keep chatting with you for a while longer" Luckily, Brandon was quick on his feet. He was able to come up with that reply quickly. In reality, he was shocked at how quickly she could get changed and cleaned up from her accident. "Oh yeah, heh. I was excited to see you, so I wanted to keep it short." She told him. "Phew, he didn't see," she thought. "Phew! She doesn't know that I saw her. Should I say something about it?" Brandon thought. I might ruin the evening, but it could also be a chance for them to grow closer.
  8. I had always been fond of diapers and 3 years ago my mom had left the country with my dad as they went on a vacation for a month. I knew what I had to do straight away as right after they left within 15 minutes i got ready and walked to the nearest pharmacy where they always had a stash of DryNites pull ups diaper. I went over to the diaper isle and took a good look at all the other brands of diaper they had before choosing my DryNites. I went over to the billing counter and paid for my diaper and left hurriedly to go home. It was my first time going back in a diaper, but i was scared as my parents had informed my neighbours about taking care and keeping an eye on me before leaving, so before i entered the wing which led to my apartment I took a good look whether anybody was outside my apartment door, when I saw nobody was there I took my chance and ran straight to my home as fast as I could, I had the keys ready in my hand and i quickly opened and shut close the door locking it. My dreams were finally true and I'd get to wear diapers day and night for the next month or so. I took out a diaper from the pack and it was a bright pink coloured diaper with butterflies imprinted around it, I slid one under my crotch before feeling the wooly thick padding between my thighs. Withing 1 hour of wearing it i started feeling the pressure on my bladder but I didn't just wanted to start peeing, rather i held it in for 30 more hour till I couldn't hold it in anymore, suddenly i felt a small squirt of piss come out of my pussy and within 5 seconds I lost complete control of my bladder with the piss exploding out in my diaper and filling my diaper turning it pale and heavy and the pee had now filled my entire diaper from middle to the back side. I couldn't believe that a barely 18 year old teen had pissed in her diaper like a baby while sitting on a couch. I stood up and the diaper felt really heavy. I wore my panties over it and also my shorts but the bulge was kind of visible and the diaper band also peeked out a little over the top of my shorts. I had to go to my neighbours house for dinner as I was invited over and i dared to wear my already wet diaper with the bulge slightly visible. I rang the door bell and the door was answered by my aunt and then I was welcomed inside everything went fine and we finished our dinner. After our dinner I was playing with the neighbours child and suddenly i heard a voice from behind saying "What's that peeking out from behind of ur shorts nora?" I turned around frightened and she said "Are you wearing a diaper?" I was ashamed but said at last that I had woren a diaper. I thought of all the worst case scenario that could have took place but I suddenly heard a soft caring voice saying " it's fine nora, you are getting to know yourself, you are in that age group where most childrens stay confused but you're brave." I was so scared and had adrenaline pumping through my body that I started peeing in my already soaked up DryNites again, it really started to bulge out of the shorts and even leaked just enough for my aunt to notice it. My aunt said "awhh looks like somebody needs a change, it's fine nora go and get a fresh diaper from your house I will change you up". I went to home and started crying and was so humiliated by what had just happened with me. I went to my room room a fresh diaper out of the pack and went to their home where my aunt changed me on the table counter top, I could fit on it as I wasnt too big for my age. I watched a movie with their child who now knew that I wear diaper, he questioned me saying why do I wear a diaper, my face turned red like a tomato but I told him that I wore them because I had a medical condition and we moved on. I went to my home and went to the washroom but since I was already wearing a diaper i sat on the toilet without taking of my panties and let out small squirts of pee into my diaper before completely flooding my diaper once again, and since it was already quite late (12:15 am) i went to sleep in my wet diaper only. It was my first time sleeping in a wet diaper I couldn't sleep because of the thick warm padding feeling between my legs but eventually went to sleep. I had woken up once in the middle of the night as my diaper and turned extremely cold but slept after some time. When i woke up in the morning I went number 1 in my diaper and it was really full as I had wet it again. The odor of piss was a turn on for me and my privates became extremely grooly and wet. I went downstairs and cooked myself a breakfast, had my toast and tea and i felt an urge to go number 2 well I was in a dilemma whether to go in my diaper or go and do it like a big girl on the toilet, well I chose option 1 and sat on the toilet once again wearing my diaper and panty, but i couldn't poop in my diaper as i couldn't force my mind. After probably 15 minutes I gave one final push and all the poop came out in the diaper and spread everywhere in the diaper. It was a warm mushy feeling but I felt very grossed out and quickly took off my diaper and went and took a shower as it was quite disgusting for me. Well this almost went on for 2 weeks till I didn't completely fulfil my desire and fantasies regarding diapers and I also wet my panties and i even wore my panties once inside my DryNites. I even messed my diapers and sat in it. Well all these stories are for another time but it was good sharing my experience with y'all and hope y'all like it. Thankyouu!!
  9. Chapter 1: This is a joke, right? Lisa was wandering around her house frantically, getting ready to leave for work. She couldn't find half of what she needed and was about to miss her bus. Finally finding the all-important house keys, she ran out the door, locking it behind her. She sighed in relief and ran down her driveway to find a small package by her mailbox. "That's odd," Lisa thought, "I haven't ordered anything recently." She deposited the package in her purse and hurried to the bus stop just in time to catch the 12, the only bus that stopped near her work. Once taking her seat on the near-empty bus, she pulled out the box and examined it. Only her address was written on it, so she had no way of knowing where it came from or if it was meant for her. She ripped off the tape to be welcomed by bubble wrap. "This is adorable!" Lisa thought as she unwrapped the rest of the package, she saw a cute bracelet with green marble-like rocks. After putting on the bracelet, Lisa spotted a note in the box. Unfolding it, she began to read it. "To whoever receives this bracelet, I am sorry, I just couldn't take it anymore. This thing has ruined my life. I don't know where it came from but received it one day. After a few days of wearing it, I discovered this thing can grant wishes when you say "I wish.." THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING! I swear it's like a monkey's paw. You won't notice it at first, but if you aren't careful, it'll ruin you over time. You can't take back a wish once it's been made. If you are smart, you won't use it! Good luck and good riddance. Please be smart." Lisa laughed; this had to be a joke, right? The bus screeched to a stop, reminding her why she had been on the bus in the first place. Luckily for her, her workplace was only 2 stops away, so it took no time on the bus, but walking would take forever. She climbed off, thanked the bus driver, and went to the small office building in front of her. It was 5 stories high, which was small compared to the skyscrapers in the nearby area. Unfortunately for Lisa, she works on the fifth floor where an advertising company is located. So when the elevator is down, which happens often, an annoying journey up the stairs is required. Not fun in heels. "Please let them be working, please let them be working, please!" She spoke to herself as she turned the corner to where the elevators were. "Closed due to Maintenance" hung on the doors. "Danmit! I wish the elevator would just work." Suddenly, the door behind her opened as the elevator repair man walked out. "Then you got good timing. I just finished up," He told her. "Wait, are you serious? You have it working again?" Lisa's voice carried a mix of disbelief and relief. The repairman nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yep, just finished up. Good timing on your part." A surge of gratitude washed over Lisa. "Wow, talk about luck. Thank you so much!" "Not a problem," he said, stepping aside to let her enter the elevator. "What floor are you headed to?" "The 5th," Lisa replied, stepping in and pressing the button. "Ah, perfect. You're all set then," he remarked, moving to remove the maintenance sign. Lisa couldn't help but grin. "You've just saved me from a trek up a gazillion stairs in these heels. You're a lifesaver." The repairman chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Glad I could be of service. Have a good one!" "You too! Thanks again," Lisa called as the doors slid shut, leaving her alone in the now-functioning elevator. Once on the 5th floor, Lisa rushed over to her desk; she was late enough as it was and didn't want to run into her manager or stop to chit-chat with a coworker and get busted. Setting her things down and taking her seat, Lisa sighed in relief. "Few, finally made it, and now what do I have going on today? Looks like I have a meeting in an hour in conference room 501." *Gurgle* "Shoot, I didn't have enough time to get breakfast. I wish I had breakfast; otherwise, this will be a long day." *knock* *knocK* "Hey, Lisa. Do you have a minute?" Looking up from her Computer, Lisa saw her coworker Sarah. "Hey, Sarah! what's up?" "I noticed you were running a little behind today, and you look like you could use a pick me up. I have an extra breakfast burrito I made this morning. Would you like it? If you heat it up for like 30 seconds in the microwave, it comes out amazing!" "Oh my god, you are a lifesaver, Sarah! Thank you so much. I had a hectic night last night; I'll tell you more about it at lunch." "Rain check, I'm heading out early today; I've got a doctor's appointment I need to go to, maybe tomorrow?" "I'll get back to you. I got to unbury myself; there's a ton of things I need to catch up on." Sarah's breakfast burrito was amazing and definitely hit the spot. Now being able to focus, Lisa spent her time before her meeting catching up on emails and direct messages and preparing for the meeting. The prep work paid off while in the meeting as she provided solid updates on the status of their latest project, but before returning to work, she had to stop by the bathroom for a pee break. Only to see that three other ladies were waiting for a stall to open up. "Can you believe how long these lines get during peak hours?" Lisa chuckled nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah, tell me about it," replied Sarah, her voice sympathetic. "I swear, I practically live in this line some days." A middle-aged woman in line with them nodded in agreement. "You'd think they'd install more stalls or something with how crowded it gets." Lisa chuckled, feeling discomfort as another wave of urgency hit her. "Yeah, that would be nice. Honestly, I wish I didn't have to pee so often." Sarah chuckled. "Yeah, it's just one of those things we women have to deal with, right?" Lisa nodded, trying to ignore the increasing pressure in her bladder. "Yeah, I suppose so." As they continued to wait, Lisa's discomfort grew. She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to distract herself from the urge to pee. But the pressure was becoming unbearable. "Come on, come on," Lisa muttered, hoping desperately for a stall to open up soon. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, one of the stalls became available. Lisa practically dashed inside, grateful for the relief it offered. The discomfort from her full bladder now a distant memory. She resumes her work with renewed focus, navigating the rest of the day's tasks without significant hiccups. As evening approached, Lisa gathered her belongings, ready to return home on the bus during the peak transit hours. She joined the bustling crowd at the bus stop, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of dinner and relaxation after a long day at work. The bus arrived, and she could already see from the outside that it was pretty full. Upon getting inside, she saw her suspicion was correct: no seats left, and she'd have to stand. As Lisa stood in the crowded bus, she felt a sudden, urgent need to pee. Panic surged as she glanced down at her new pair of pants, desperately not wanting to ruin them. The pressure in her bladder was unbearable, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. Without thinking, she frantically whispered, "I wish I had some way to protect my pants." Instantly, she felt a strange sensation over her, followed by a wave of relief as she felt herself peeing. But to her shock, her pants remained completely dry. At the same time, her crotch started to feel warm. Lisa's eyes widened in disbelief as she was peeing herself. She glanced around nervously, hoping no one had noticed her moment of weakness. But as she looked at her fellow passengers, she saw that they were all engrossed in their conversations or staring blankly out the window, oblivious to her predicament. Feeling both relieved and bewildered, Lisa cautiously reached down to touch her pants, half-expecting to find them soaked despite the lack of any wet sensation. But to her amazement, they were completely dry, as if nothing had happened. However, she noticed that her underwear seemed like they swelled up, absorbing the pee, as she could still feel the warmth, and even a bit of weight was now weighing them down. "What the heck is protecting my pants?"
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  11. So as the year is winding down I thought it time to start portioning out a story that's been brewing for the better part of the year. Again the basic idea was requested by @Kayn and I've been working on and off on it over way too long a time, but I promised to get it out by christmas so here we are. Disclaimer: I have absolutely no insight in court proceedings or other legal matters and whatever terms and orders of process referred to herein are all based on my own guesswork, so just humour me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 1 "They're getting sued", she thought, "They're actually getting sued." Patricia Wellstone, Tricia to her friends, was still not yet in the mental place where she felt comfortable referring to the compound of her new workplace as "we" as she pondered upon the situation she had been thrown head-first into. At a mere 27 years of age, she had graduated from law school only a couple of months ago after a 6 month internship at a local lawfirm where she managed to gain enough reputation in order to be headhunted for her first real employment as a legal expert at Moresoft, a mid-sized IT corporation. Freshly out of her educational stint, she was still enthusiastic enough to convince her surroundings of her eagerness and ambition and whatever role by which she could exercise and expand her legal knowledge would be sufficient for her at this point in her career. This general open-ended outlook didn't quite stop her from getting a bit flustered at the situation that had risen at the corporation she now was working for. Her primary tasks as a legal expert were mainly counselling on behalf of Moresoft's customers, i.e. other companies who were purchasing IT services from them, and she knew that there wasn't that much expected of her regarding this lawsuit that had suddenly reared on the agenda. See, one of the IT customers had filed a class-action suit against Moresoft after a supposed security breach during a migration of a user database. The integrity of tens, maybe even up to a hundred, user accounts had been compromised, although it wasn't yet clear exactly what kind of information had actually been leaked, what accesses had been jeopardized and most importantly, under whose responsibility. The customer, a travel agency, claimed potential damage to the tune of $700.000 for compromising the personal integrity of their users, and by extension, their own customers, a hefty sum that the Moresoft representatives now were set to challenge. As it still wasn't clear exactly what kind of information had been leaked, and under what circumstances, it was still up in the air whether or not the claim of the travel agency was justified, and that's where Tricia now found herself on the way into the courtroom, only about a month into her newly found job as a legal expert. Obviously, she was neither alone nor even bearing the main responsibility for this whole affair. That would be on the shoulders of her mentor, Mary-Anne Hopkins, about 20 years her senior with 12 years behind her as the main legal expert at Moresoft. Hopkins was certainly no spring chicken when it came to legal battles and courtroom proceedings, having spent about a decade prior as a lawyer in another town before moving here to take on part of the legal responsibilities of Moresoft's whereabouts. With a stern, almost teutonic manner, she was a prolific character inside the company, well-known for her ability to get things done, and more often than not her way. Naturally, Tricia was equally intimidated by as she was admiring of Mary-Anne, knowing that having her as her mentor would keep her on her toes at all times as she was drilled into her new role. Of course, normally neither of them would be needing to concern themselves with courtroom cases, rather dealing with legal councelling and maybe at most giving advice to their respective customers who might find themselves in some legal conundrum. But as of now it was all hands on deck; not only would Moresoft find itself in big financial trouble should the case turn out to their disadvantage, its reputation as a professional and reliable IT vendor would be severely tarnished which in turn would lead to further economical losses. It was paramount that they could prove not to have been the main perpetrators in this alleged security breach. So one can imagine the weight of the phrase Tricia kept repeating in her head as she was on her way to work this monday morning - they were indeed getting sued. Maybe she was subconciously distancing herself from the potential severity of the situation by referring to Moresoft as "they" rather than "we", but she couldn't escape the fact that despite having been with them for just one month, she had already developed an affinity with them and felt some responsibility to do her utmost in any way she could to help their case, even outside of simply retaining her job. Living in a flat just a couple of kilometers away from Moresoft's office, she had made a habit of walking to and from work, and this crisp and sunny September morning was no exception. Strolling intently along the sidewalk in her overcoat, she felt simultaneously nervous and excited at what her working week would bring. The first courtroom session would take place already this afternoon and she was not yet quite sure exactly what she was supposed to do but felt confident that as long as she stayed in the shadow of Mrs. Hopkins, any creases would be ironed out in due time. --- The air of the glowingly ginger autumn morning was high, naturally chilly but wind-free, thusly not doing a number on Tricia's dark brown, slightly wavy hair reaching down past her shoulders. She had been considering pinning up her hair but decided against it at the last minute, leaving it naturally free-flowing, not yet feeling that she had earned the right to sport that uptight business-woman look to its fullest extent. Nonetheless, she had made special effort to dress for the occasion, sporting a jet black button-up collared silk blouse, a tight grey knee-length skirt and a pair of light brown pantyhose underneath, disappearing down into a pair of black high-heels. Formal and elegant, but still with a touch of feminine sensuality, all crowned with her decision to let her hair down, literally. She knew she looked good, but most importantly, she knew she looked competent and self-assured, even if in all honesty, her confidence was definitely challenged by the prospects of her upcoming day. As she waited at a zebra crossing, she took up her water bottle from her purse and gulped down half of its content in order to quench her thirst and at least somewhat drown her nervousness, before putting it back down and continuing on her walk to the office. Ten minutes to eight and the office appeared in her sight. Punctually as usual, she went through the front door into the lobby, past the receptionist and into the elevator for a ride up to her office at the third floor. Joined with her in the elevator were a couple of the servicedesk technicians, none of whom she really knew apart from seeing them in the hallways. She greeted them in passing before pressing the button and waited for her arrival, consciously avoiding their eye contact. Being a very pretty young lady in a male-dominated company, she always drew looks from the young lads, and her habit of dressing up for her workday did little to diminish her impact on their attention. Not that she minded really, but she couldn't help but feeling just a tad bit conspicuous whenever she found herself trapped in a tiny space like this elevator together with any of the male staffers, especially those with whom she shared the general agespan. This morning was no different; the two lads, otherwise busy talking amongst themselves, couldn't really help eyeing the beautiful Tricia leaning against the corner, seemingly impatient to get out once they arrived at her floor. Her short, but not too short, and tight skirt revealed enough of pantyhosed leg to grab their interest even more than usual this morning. Such a bona fide token of utter femininity was more than a welcome deviation from their otherwise very blokish subsistence at their workplace. This together with her unbuttoned blouse collar, revealing all of her smooth neck down to just above her cleavage, almost teasingly hinting at what resided just beneath where the buttons began securing the silk fabric around her bosom, effectively kept the young lads from being able to concentrate on each other's endeavours the day before. Not even a minute of sultry feminine presence and the elevator halted at the third floor, prompting the young lady to unpronouncedly bid farewell to her companions and leave them to their own destination one floor above. Tricia stepped out into the hallway and headed for her office, or desk rather, located in the office space at the far end of said hallway, past a few conference rooms and a small pantry. After putting away her purse, waking up the computer to check her e-mails and calendar, she immediately went off into one of the conference rooms for the obligatory morning meeting, scheduled as always every monday at 8:00 together with the managers, tech leads and other staffers with a relevant responsibility for what lay ahead. This morning's meeting would of course be of particular importance due to the upcoming court proceedings and Tricia left nothing to chance regarding her ability to pay attention to what was to be discussed. Thus, she loaded up her mug with some extra strong coffee from the machine before heading into the conference room and settled down at the table next to her mentor, the ever-imposing Mary-Anne Hopkins. That's Mrs. Hopkins to you and me. --- "So, as you all know, we are getting sued", Herbert Wallenstein, one of the tech leads, commenced once everyone invited had assembled, "Quite a way to start off the week, huh?" He proceeded to lay out what had been revealed so far about the upcoming case. To Tricia's slight bemusement, he didn't seem that alarmed about the whole affair and couldn't quite gauge whether it was due to it actually not being that big a deal or if he just excelled in pouring oil on troubled waters. Either way, she felt strangely confident about being part of it all despite simultaneosly feeling that she really didn't have any right to, almost as if it was all a giant drill which she could fail with no actual repercussions apart from a tarnished reputation. She momentarily felt her attention drift away and immediately snapped herself back into the meeting, fueling herself with a few compulsory sips of coffee. "Make no mistake though, it's going to be a tough week for some of us, starting today with the first of several court hearings.", Herbert continued. "The work of the ordinary technicians won't really be affected but we have set aside a couple of them to be on standby, should there ever be any call for elaboration on the nitty-gritty of the operational routines." The next 40 or so minutes went by with a whole barrage of information from Herb, all of which was to be taken into account when preparing for the court hearing which was scheduled in the afternoon at 13:00. It would be a long but packed day for everyone involved and the afternoon hearing meant that they would have to make for an early and slightly truncated lunch break at around 11:30, after which they would assemble and set off for the courthouse. To challenge their schedule even further, the court building was located on the other side of the town, at best a 30 minute drive but as they would be plowing through lunch hour traffic, such an estimate would be highly optimistic. But before all that, Tricia had things to do. Before lunchtime, she was called to attend a meeting with the techies to inform herself among others on the operational side of things in order to gain insight in how certain procedures actually were done. What is a migration, what information is stored within the user accounts, by what methods can it be extracted, how are the permissions set etc., that kind of stuff. Tricia wasn't an IT person, she was a law expert and had a rather limited knowledge about what actually went on under the bonnet, so she was only too glad to learn that the managers had set aside time and staffers to brief her about the hands-on work, along with a few others of course, including Mary-Anne. And speaking of Mary-Anne, the time slot up until that meeting would be spent by the two of them going through some old court cases, a few of which Mary-Anne herself had been part of, so after leaving the conference room, Tricia immediately followed her mentor to their designated desks behind the cubicle walls to get going with educating themselves about security breach cases. Well, almost immediately, but not before stopping by the pantry to refill her coffee mug and topping up her now empty water bottle again. As she walked away from the pantry, she glanced down the hallway and noticed the cleaning lady lugging in her equipment at the far end before walking to her desk. It was now about 8:45 and they had little over an hour dedicated to self-study before the tech meeting. Tricia settled onto her chair and casually crossed her pantyhose-clad legs, feeling her tight skirt straining slightly over her thighs.
  12. hii:) I was hoping to make a thread for people to share their most shameful, humiliating, or embarrassing Omo related moments! I’ll go first… For me, it has to be when I was coming home after beginning a hold, with plans to continue once I got inside. Needless to say, I ended up being more desperate than I expected, and while I was fumbling with my keys, I completely wet myself. Like uncontrollably, couldn’t help it, started as one little leak, but then couldn’t stop the leaks to save my life, then, while I was standing there completely soaking myself… One of my neighbors walked by. And we made eye contact. And then she looked down at my pants, and the back up at me, and asked “are you OK?“ To which, I couldn’t even reply, and just finally rushed inside. At first I was super embarrassed, but then ended up having the best orgasm of my life thinking about the shame. your turn!
  13. this is a video I saw back when i was a baby omo enjoyer, when I didn't even know what omo was or that it was something I was into!! I figured some people would enjoy this little part of my personal history ❤️ here you go! Job Interview and Office Pee - Pornhub.com
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