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  1. Finally managed to carve out some time for fun writing; it's been forever! I wanted to write a story for a drawing a did a while back; ...and here it is! If you like what I've got here, you can commission me! My rates are pretty simple, 2k words for 25$, 3k for 35$ and so on... Regardless, I hope you like what I've got here, let me know what you think in the comments! Kita was accustomed to feeling tense before a race, though in a manner more akin to that of a coiled spring than anxiety or pressure. In preparation to give it her all, well toned muscles would grow warm and defined, allowing her to feel the power of her body before unleashing it on the field. It was an incredible feeling she'd acclimated to and come to enjoy very much... What she was not used to was experiencing that sensation down low, specifically, between her legs, alongside a sense of extreme urgency. Getting settled in the gate, she shifted her weight from one hoof to the other to try and soothe some of the pain. Unfortunately, the effect was quite the opposite. Like a great ball of agony, her bladder sloshed at every motion, the bulging burden pressing outward to strain her tiny running shorts. A quick groan passed her lips as she cradled the swell in the privacy of the gate. The entire thing felt far too overwhelming to have come from the hydration regime she'd been using the past few hours, but it was all too possible the new energy drink she'd experimented with had possessed some diuretic properties... What she wouldn't give to go back in time and knock it out of her hand, this could cost her the race! At the sound of the starting bell, she whimpered in apprehension, unsure how she might hope to proceed. The horses around her were focused, prepared, and not distracted by things so utterly avoidable... Her status as a favorite seemed tenuous at best given these new circumstances. Ordinarily she was the favorite and a well known tireless athlete... but right now, she just wanted to pee! Even if this was only a practice session, she didn't want to lose any of her hard earned reputation to something as simple as nature's calling, so she made the executive decision to preservere as she always did. Taking her position, she gulped down a whimper of pain at the intense pressure created by the light crouch. Summoning forth the tireless determination drilled in by her coach, a powerful and solidly built Clydesdale whose visage alone gave inspiration, she fought the urge to pin a hand between her legs. Even as the plumped lips of her pussy rubbed against the form fitting spandex, making her instinct to relieve that much harder to ignore, she remained strong. A little bit of discomfort wasn't going to keep her from winning. Muscle memory lunged her forward when the gate blasted open, but it didn't save her from the resulting surge of agony. Horses all around her charged forward in the critical first steps, hooves pounding on the dirt, and she used her innate drive to compete to avoid being left behind. Muscular legs propelled her into the ideal position even as a solid mass of liquid weighed her down. It wouldn't have surprised her if the sloshing was audible to anyone nearby, as she felt it with every step, like an ocean trying to bash its way out. Breathing hard and heavy while sweat prematurely beaded her brow, she made a commitment to herself; she was not going to pee until this race was finished. While that oath gave her strength, it also gave her a goal; she could relieve herself when the race was done. With that to motivate her, she surged to the front of the pack, teeth grit tight at the pain that came with every step. Though the excercise helped to keep the burden inside, it did nothing to quell the agony of supporting it. Every pump of her legs sent it all bouncing inside of her, resulting in a spasm of pressure like no other at the center of her tormented pussy, and at her pace that resulted in a burst every second. Her urethra might as well have been holding back Niagara Falls for how much every single step hurt. Passing the halfway point of the track, her entire body began to sweat as she maintained her solid lead, panting hard from the extra exertion of holding it all in. It was a miracle she still had the energy to race, let alone to do well, with everything in her body so focused on one goal. As she was hardly in a position to question good fortune, she didn't bother to. Not even the propsect of victory was propelling her at this point. All she cared about, all she wanted, was relief. As they came around the final bend, she saw her path almost illuminated before her, as if it had been ordained by fate. Past the finish line, beyond the press, through the locker rooms... A toilet was waiting for her. Every step closer, however, coincided with an increase in the urgency of her situation. As if it understood that relief was drawing near, her bladder intensified its protests at every step, making her eyes well up at the overwhelming pain that came from keeping it all under control. If she peed even a little before getting somewhere private, it would be documented by the cameras already flashing at the finish line. The idea of such humiliation made holding it just manageable enough for her to keep going, but that didn't stop the pain from making the entire process torture. She could feel her sweat soaked shorts grinding against her pussy more vividly than anything... In a desperation induced daze, she felt none of the usual joy when she crossed the finish line. Instead, there was only more urgency than ever before. She had seconds left, and she knew it. Gasping without slowing her pace, she surged past the waiting reporters with only a quick apology, "S-sorry!" If there was a great cluster of confusion after she passed by, she didn't know, and certainly didn't care. Things were growing more dire with every passing second now, and her eyes were welling up with enough tears that she had to rely on memory to get to the lockers. Heat was intensifying between her legs, enough that she wasn't sure if the sweat and strain was responsible, or if she'd already started to leak. Blinking her eyes more or less clear, she threw a quick prayer to whatever deity might listen as she charged to the doorway. There wasn't even time to adjust her pace. Barreling into the lockers, she dropped both hands to her crotch and whimpered the moment she was free from prying eyes. Shaking and sweating from more than the race, she dared to hope she'd make it as she ran for the stall. All of this couldn't be for nothing. Even if there wasn't an audience, she didn't want to have an accident! Peeing down her legs a room over from a toilet was not an option, especially for a champion! Almost unable to walk as her legs twisted together around the hands she'd buried in her crotch, her hooves clopped loudly against the tile for every step, tapping out a bit of a rhythm as she hopped her weight to each in a kind of on the go potty dance. She was close, so close, but she'd never had to pee so much in her entire life. It was the only thing she was capable of thinking of as she took those final hurried steps into the bathroom, her need growing at every heartbeat that she felt in her bulge. More tears surged to her eyes when she beheld it at last; an open stall, with a single, beautiful toilet gleaming in the harsh light... Relief was so close, she just had to hold it a little longer! Unfortunately, her proximity to relief and the sight of a shining porcelain throne briefly overwhelmed her, and the next spasm of her bladder made a point to let her know. A hot spurt escaped her urethra and dampened her palms, making her lock her legs together with a cry of pain. "No! No, no, no, no!!" she keened as movement became too much, the next step threatening her with total and uncontrollable release. Dear God, why now, when she was so close?! She couldn't pee herself here, but if she moved even an inch she knew it was going to come out. Shaking and clenching her thighs together, she languished for a moment that felt like an eternity. She had to go, right now, but it couldn't be done without a mess... A second squirt made her realize that a leak would be far more easily cleaned than a puddle, and with that, she lunged. Removing her hands from her crotch, she started pulling down her shorts in a mad dash, tiny spurts escaping her all the while. Feeling the wet droplets rolling down her thighs did nothing to stop her as she staggered into the stall, her damp bottoms and panties sliding down until she stumbled free of both and left them behind. Bare from the waist down, she didn't bother to close the door as she spread her legs and collapsed over the toilet. A thin tinkle left a clear mark of her desperation all the way to the opening of the stall. Collapsing against the wall, she splayed her hands on the tile as she took the only position she could with what little time she had, spreading her legs over the bowl and squatting just low enough to have some semblance of aim. She didn't even need to consciously open her floodgates. A loud and euphoric sigh of total bliss passed her lips as she started peeing without restraint, her stream surging like only a racehorse's could into the waiting bowl below. In her standing position there was nothing to muffle the sound, allowing the whole bathroom to fill with the echoes. Her tied tail swished on reflex as the euphoria filled her from head to hoof. Of all the pees she'd ever had, none had ever been this satisfying, or filled her with such raw and primal relief. It was enough to make her moan and squat lower to help it along. "Ahhhh!" she sighed loudly, quivering as she pushed to help it along. There was no arc in the trajectory, only a straight drop from the sheer force and thickness of the stream aided by gravity. Allowing her head to tilt forward and rest on the cool tile, she whispered in blissful contentment to herself. "I made it..." "Not entirely." A voice behind her made her jump, sending her stream briefly to the edge of the bowl and down her thigh before she regained control and got it back on target. Twisting her head around in a panic, she found herself looking at her coach and girlfriend, who stood in the doorway with a pleased smirk. Not at all shy about the predicament, the Clydesdale made no attempt to hide her gaze. Her eyes were all but glued on the still surging stream. "I was wondering where all that extra speed came from." she teased as the much shyer racehorse got her bearings, pale face flushing as the situation dawned on her completely. "F-Fia!" she whined, unable to stop her stream at its current velocity. Helpless to do anything but swipe her tail at the intruder, she shrunk down and tried to finish up quickly. Even if Fianna had seen her pee before, she'd certainly never watched her lose control like this, especially after making such a show of herself. It was all she could do to huff and keep going. "Come on, don't look!" Relenting and moving to the side, her trainer chuckled in the cocky way she did before delivering good news, speaking up to be heard over the still surging stream. "I just thought you might want to know you broke the track's record in person..." "I... I did?" Kita gasped, so surprised her flow briefly fluctuated before she got it back on track. Time had felt like a blur, but surely she hadn't been that fast? Suddenly she could recall not seeing anyone around her, and how they must have all been leagues behind, unable to keep up to her in the throes of desperation. Taking another breath and pushing to finish up her lagging stream, she sighed softly as the full relief began to settle over her alongside the news. Not only had she managed to avoid an accident, she'd run better than ever before! That was certainly worth celebrating! "Yup. Maybe we should start getting you desperate more often." Fia said, only sounding half kidding as she mused on the idea. Too relieved to do anything but huff at the idea, the Champion mare blushed hard as she finished up, her final tinkles pattering into the full bowl as her lover took the opportunity to tease her once again. "You look adorable when you have to go." "Do not!" she replied in a bashful whine, blushing hard as her girlfriend reappeared behind her holding her wet shorts and panties. She'd done more than a number on both, and was more thankful than ever for her spares. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, redressed, with a story together before we head out to greet that crowd, huh?" Fia offered, tossing the soiled bottoms into a laundry bin before going to grab some fresh clothes. Letting out a long breath at the crisis she'd just averted, Kita cleaned herself as best she could, taking a fair amount of toilet paper to wipe the mess from her light fur. It was, at least, a lot less than she had feared she'd be cleaning. Yet, despite that, she found herself not entirely adverse to repeating the incident. Solely for the victory, of course...
  2. “Already? Now that’s embarrassing for you Rory, hardly even held it, what...two hours maximum?” Rory’s legs were shaking, knees pushing together, trembling as she tried with all her might to push them apart and stand normally. This was all caused by that blonde girl, amusement clear in her voice when she spoke. The brunette’s body was begging for a way to hold it that didn’t involve holding herself like an embarrassing fucking toddler! She knew how to use the toilet! She just...wasn’t allowed to right now, said door locked. Both keys around the necks of her tormentors. “You! Bitch...Bitches! If I- Didn’t ne-need to, I wouldn’t be in front of the bathroom!” Rory’s eyes were locked on the key not even caring that she stuttered. Blue eyes wide, wet with emotion, could barely focus on that smirk each girl wore. Rory hated the way these two girls were looking at her, as if drinking in her desperation, entertaining the idea of this girl losing what little control over her body that she had left. “How badly do you need it? Prepared to beg? How...pitiful, needing to go so bad you can’t even speak, why doesn’t the little girl go use the potty~?” The snide giggle came from Madeline, whose back was against the bathroom door. Making sure in desperation the brunette couldn’t try to break the door down. Honestly though, this girl couldn’t even stand up straight, Rory whimpering, as her hands forced themselves between her thighs, her shorts tight against her skin. It felt like the fire in her chest was more and more intense the lower in her torso. Every movement made her body want to release a drop, anything just to get a smidgen of relief from this damn affliction. Rory could feel the two girl’s eyes on her, their gaze like a burning touch across her thighs, that wouldn’t stop trembling. Her knees could barely stand to hold her weight, shoving themselves together as her upper half bent over her lower. The pressure not really helping the situation, but standing up was so much worse. The desperate, defiling need was clawing its way down her body, tensing the muscles in her stomach, begging her to stop tensing her body, just let go of a small rush of the liquid she needed to get out of her body, her system. It was the ultimate temptation, only cut by the laughter of the two girls who were watching, Paris was holding something, and with a quick glance up, Rory whimpered, unable to form the words she needed. “You know, this video will be lovely to watch if you get too uppity with me again Rory, go on, wet yourself, you’re only delaying the inevitable.” Rory could only muster the strength to shake her head, her legs were shaking so much, her shoes kept slipping on the tile floor. Her legs wanted to lower her to the ground. But, any contact with the cold floor scared her, any more sensations down there, and her body would give out. Paris stepped forward with a click of her shoes, a finger jabbing Rory in the lower stomach, dragging a keen from the brunette, eliciting a sneer from the blonde. “Hgn! Ngh...ha-...Fuck! What...the fuck i-is your problem!” The quick panting breaths that came from Rory in that moment were all she could focus on, barely hearing the jeers from her supposed ‘friends’ embarrassment creeping up her spine like a near disease. Their words blurred together, as she felt the first step in her body’s next plan. A droplet had sneaked out, followed by another, and another, soaking into the pale pink fabric of her panties. The liquid was warm, only making it worse on her lower half, her breaths were getting shorter, and her legs stopped shaking, from just how hard she was tensing her poor abused lower half. Rory’s hand slammed into the wall beside her with such force, Paris let out a gasp, but that wasn’t the only reason why. Madeline snickering behind her hand as she hadn’t noticed yet, fingers playing with the chain around her neck, the two girls nearing the end of their prank, planning on letting the girl off the hook. “Oh my fucking god- Mady she’s pissing herself, holy shit!” Paris’ voice was mixed with amusement and disgust, and Rory felt her eyes finally have too many tears to hold, the liquid leaking down her flushed cheeks. Then the warmth wasn’t just a handful of rebellious drops that wanted to release pressure. Liquid was brushing it’s warmth across the fabric of her shorts, soaking through her thin panties in only a matter of seconds. A noise of relief left her as the burst of liquid only let the floodgates break. Instead of her shorts only being blotched with liquid, instead a stream was splashing down between her legs, the sound unmistakable between the girls. “W-Wait no I-” What little she was able to speak quickly melted into a noise that wasn’t one of desperation, wasn’t one of anything but...pleasure, from the relief of the sudden...emptiness in her bladder? The puddle on the floor spread between her shoes, flowing between the tiles underneath her. Rory knew...she should feel shame, embarrassment, but instead thrills of heat struck her. She wanted more, and instead of trying to stop, she only let it go, shivering, with a muted moan, not knowing when she pushed the back of her hand to her mouth, her other still on the wall beside her. Even just the thought of it now made that odd little zing rush straight to Rory’s thighs, spreading it’s tingling claws up her sensitive thighs, ever closer to the area that called for attention...Recalling the memory of the two girls teasing her to the brink...and then some. “Rory?” Lane had come back, with that bottle of wine she had promised. Rory flushed, noticing her hand on her thigh, leg bouncing, the flashback having been brought up due to her sudden need…though it wasn’t as bad as it had been that day, she wished it was. “Oh I uhm...just thinking about what happened...The other day, the way I was forced to uhm….y-you know.” Even just mentioning it made her flush, her mind bringing up fantasies of how else that memory might have ended. Lane even seemed to be embarrassed for her, glancing away, and pouring two glasses of the drink. Rory’s eyes lingering on her friend’s pink cheeks. “I can’t even imagine feeling that way...Embarrassed right?” Lane seemed to glance at Rory from the side of her eye, as if searching her features for something. Rory met the eyes of her friend, and nodded, though...hesitated. She felt guilty for lying but, how did you admit that it...turned you on? “That and...other things...I...well, is it normal to feel, ways from...an incident like that?” Rory swallowed, nervous at the sudden look of surprise on Lane’s face, but only flushed more when her friend nodded in response to her question. “I-It uhm, makes….me feel that way when I do that on...purpose.” Rory’s noise caught poor Lane off guard, making her down the wine in a couple of gulps, pouring herself more, Rory polishing off hers as well, to gather more courage. “N-No! Don’t take me the wrong way! I...It...It turns me on, to piss myself.” To that Lane flushed, shuffling her knees together, her own need delicately making itself known against her lower stomach. She had been holding it, planning on secretly wetting after Rory was gone. “I-I uhm, feel the same...The squirming, it...it makes me... Do you...well, I mean if it’s both of us, we could...enjoy it in company?” Lane’s suggestion snapped Rory’s eyes up to the other girl’s, her cheeks couldn’t be any pinker if they tried. “We could have a contest, the winner...gets to enjoy themselves a little more?” Rory felt breathless, the idea of Lane’s head, bobbing between her thighs? Or...making this kinky girl moan. Her hand balled into her blue shorts, the Nike logo crinkling with the fabric. “S-Sure! But...I hope you’ll enjoy getting me off in soaked pink shorts Lane.” Rory flushed at her own boldness, loving the way Lane crossed her legs, pushing her hands down the legs of those gym shorts, to grip the hem. It was so clear that Lane had put herself at a disadvantage, it turned Rory on so much, feeling herself grow wet at such a simple discovery. Rory loved that cute look on her face, her body tensing, and untensing, trying to save energy. Already her need was pressing against her lower half, sending her knees together, she knew her body was still recovering from giving out only a couple of days prior. Yet the idea of….pissing herself in front of someone, made her take another drink, the buzz of alcohol filling her limbs, her legs, making that soaking heat gathering between her thighs all the more noticeable. “Ngh! R-Rory, your legs are already shaking, should you really drink more? Are you trying to lose?” Lane’s amused voice didn’t match her body, hunched over, hands between her legs, Rory felt her thighs tense, knowing she had almost...barely escaped from wetting herself, losing so quickly. “Maybe I just wanna hear you moan like t-that again~” Rory’s confidence was all too real, but her legs were betraying the fact that her body was giving out. Knees shaking, ankles far apart, she didn’t dare put her hand against herself. She wouldn’t be able to not touch herself, soaking wet as her pussy was. “Hehe...so much c-confidence for a loser.” Rory grinned, assuming it was more sexy trash talk, until she felt her leg jerk from sudden pleasure, and not a single person had touched her. “O-Oh! Fuck I...Ngh~!” Her body, with its recent shutdown, was sensitive, too sensitive for the mix of booze and pressure, she was doomed to lose from the very start, something Lane looked thrilled about. Her shorts, a soft pale blue, with pink trim stood no chance. The burst of urine that came from Rory soaked the inner thighs of her shorts within seconds. The warmth of the liquid pooling between her legs, leaking down the front of the leather couch, staining the shorts as Rory moaned, her eyes fluttering closed, as her head tilted back against the couch. The feeling it sent up her body made her shiver, peaking her eyes open to watch Lane. The sight almost made her cum right then and there, Lane was shaking, pink-faced, hands between her legs, bent over a bit...All while fixated on the pee that was on her couch, across Rory’s body. “I….it was so sudden...h-how much did we drink?” Rory was fearful for a second that Lane was going to betray her, pulling out a camera to expose her to the would-be bullys of before. However she didn’t, instead, crossing her legs the other way, her breathing giving away the way her full bladder was making her feel. Brown eyes taking in the sight, hands shaking with need. “I won Rory...my...r-reward. I need it...” Rory flushed watching her companion as those legs trembled with the effort it took to hold back her need. Slowly inched apart at the knees, showing a pair of shorts that wasn’t good at hiding her shame at all. A neon pink pair, that right in front of Rory’s eyes had a few sporadic droplets soaking into it, the dark color so very obvious. “Can...you handle your reward?” Rory’s voice was a purr of lust, now that her need was gone, her bladder empty in such a hot way, soaked all the way through her shorts, she was ready to make Lane’s body beg for release, in more ways than one. Leaning over, Rory loved how Lane’s breath hitched. Her hand moving across the couch to hold her knee, pushing her legs apart knowing her body wasn’t ready for such a sudden movement. Her body lasted about two seconds before a small stream just barely managed to wet her crotch, those pink shorts clinging to the girl. Lane’s gasp was so pleasure filled Rory couldn’t help but sneak a glance up at the girl in front of her, legs shaking more now from the simple pleasure of releasing some pressure rather than the strain of holding back her needs. Rory pressed her lips to the inner side of Lane’s thigh, letting her breath fog over the sensitive skin as Lane’s fingers dug into the fabric of the couch. The winner’s own breath hitching at the sensations that hadn’t even begun to pleasure her yet. All Rory responded with was the sound of soft laughter, her tongue moving over the upper part of her inner thigh, drawing a smiley with the tip of her tongue through the pink shorts. Lane groaned softly, under her breath, trying to keep the sound in check. “T-Tease...get to it...I won, didn’t I-I? Ngh!” That cute stutter in her voice was cut off when the air was exposed to her soaked panties, pastel green with a blotch of yellow, no puddle yet. Her bladder bumped through her tank top, showing how much she still had left. “And miss these sounds you’re making?” The teasing in Rory’s voice was unmistakable, as she dropped the shorts to the ground, crumpled and wet, Rory hooked her fingers on the sides of her panties, pulling them down, to relish how wet Lane was. Rory was eager, and so was Lane, who’s legs spread, allowing a little bit of urine to drip onto the couch, the girl’s hands, gripping the couch behind her head, as Rory kept her legs apart. Leaning her head down, Rory slowly dragged her tongue over the lips of her flower. Gentle and slow, loving how the steady breathing from before was anything but with just a simple movement. “Ohfuckme...such a tease.” Her voice was breathless after only one little touch of the tip of her tongue, yet Rory wasn’t one to keep her winner waiting. Her tongue gently explored a hair deeper, loving the way Lane’s thighs squeezed either side of her head. Flicking the tip she barely brushed her bud of pleasure, loving the near-shout Lane made at such a simple pleasure. “Oh god! Oh...please...don’t stop! More!” Every couple of seconds begs fell from the smaller woman’s mouth, urging her to continue, eyes closed, and mouth open, her panting was all Rory needed as encouragement. Only a small movement of her tongue was needed to draw her clit into her mouth, sucking on it only sent poor Lane into heaven, and Rory felt it, her body giving out. “Ngh! Fuck! Rory!” Her calls were only getting louder, as Rory’s fingers dug into the flesh of her friend, feeling her muscles tighten more and more, her head moving between the pale legs of the winner, whose body wasn’t giving her much of a choice. Her body loosened just a hair, urine splashing between the two, soaking into the couch and leaking down the front of the couch, getting on Rory’s shirt as she continued her task, smiling against the needy puss, that was trying to ride her mouth in the cutest way. “O-Oh fuck- I can’t keep i-it...it in! I-'' What passed through her lips next was nothing more than moans, her back arching from the couch as her piss soaked into the carpet, though that wasn’t the only liquid coming out of her, drool shining on the edge of her lips, as her eyes closed. Rory loved how loud her little winner was, pulling back with a smirk, licking her lips. “Congratulations~” “Mmm….I” Madeline glanced at Paris as her friend leaned down beside her, though much slower than she usually did. Cutting herself off, Madeline coughed to cover it up, though tensed as she did...What was wrong with her? It was like her body was slowly heating up, as if it couldn’t focus on anything else other than her bladder. Heating up her lower half, making every brush of clothing, every glance her way so much more...intense, shouldn’t she just go...pee? Nono...not in the middle of gym class. The only weird thing was that she had barely drank any of the water Rory had given her. The water Rory had given to both her, and...Paris...that made her have to pee very suddenly. “W- Fuck...What is it?” Paris whispered under her breath, fingers reaching for her ankles and grabbing them, holding the yoga pose the class was all following. Though it felt like her body was screaming for her to just leave, go to the bathroom. She was fine though, it wasn’t that bad, right? She had half a bottle of water, she shouldn’t need to go this badly! Though...she didn’t want to go take care of it, not yet. “Are...you okay? it’s….I feel weird.” Madeline swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut, as she assumed the same position, feeling her stomach bend over her bladder just a bit, the pressure was immense. Her face flushed with the feeling of need that buzzed up her spine, mixing with the warmth that was pressing on her lower half, dragging it’s seductive fingers across places she really didn’t need to have to...satisfy, in the middle of the day. “Same, I...doubt she drugged us.” Paris huffed, more annoyed with her bladder than her friend, who seemed to have a similar problem. The two on the same page about what was...wrong. “Y-Yeah, I barely even have to...anyway.” Madeline murmured, avoiding the sharp eye of their instructor, focusing on her gym sneakers, glancing to Paris one last time. If she was faring badly, then poor Paris was doing much worse, even from the two feet away she was, she could see easily that Paris’ hands weren’t steady, as the rest of the class moved to spread their legs apart. Paris’ were shaking like a leaf, the girl panting though this class was low-exertion. Everyone in the class besides the two were chatting, giggling, and Paris’ face flushed, blonde hair held out of her face in a ponytail. Were they talking about her? No...no, Mady was fine and so was she. That fire in Paris’ stomach was only clawing lower, matching with Madeline as she tried to ignore it, sinking to one knee, she whimpered, a sting of pain shooting up her spine. Her hands balled into fists, a small bit of confusion passing her face as she….felt herself grow wet, but...in more ways than one. Peeing, Paris was peeing herself in the middle of gym class. But that was impossible wasn’t it?! It wasn’t like she had to go that badly! Madeline whimpered quietly, as she couldn’t tear her eyes away from her friend, who was frozen in place, shaking as urine splashed down her thigh, soaking into her mat as people in the classroom fell silent. “M-Mady...” Paris’ voice, next to her, shaking, steeped in desperation that only made Mady acutely aware of how far apart her legs were spread, eyes unable to look away. “Yea- Oh god.” Mady had looked up to her friend, expecting her to need help out of her position, not for Paris to be staring at her legs, only to realize what was happening amongst the whispers of their classmates. Madeline’s legs were slowly darkening with rivulets of yellow leaking down the navy blue shorts. Dripping off the edge of the hem, down her pale legs to the yoga mat underneath her, knees were shaking, barely able to support her, and both girls were too terrified to move. The entire class was silent, except for the occasional giggle, and both girls knew who the culprit was. Paris was staring straight at Mady’s accident, and she knew what was happening. Paris could feel the warmth soaking her shorts, her underwear, the warmth of it making her aching needy pussy only that much more desperate. She was losing control, she loved it, she was so fucking horny, and all she had done was...piss herself, in front of everyone, right...next to Madeline. “What happened?! I’ve never...done that before.” Madeline was biting her nails, legs on the bench beside her as Paris paced, the two girls in their undergarments, while their clothes washed in the gym’s attached laundry room. The rest of the class finishing outside. Madeline couldn’t take her eyes from Paris’ panties, stained a little yellow from her accident, she jerked her eyes away whenever Paris’ eyes fell on her own, embarrassed, but...enjoying the way her friend looked. “Didn’t feel nice, did it now, girls?” Rory’s voice, from behind a row of lockers, stepping into view, she was in her own gym clothes, and Paris had to rip her eyes away from Mady’s wet panties, flushing pink. “What on earth are you-” Paris stopped as Rory came closer, eyes raking over their wet, stained clothes, with a sneer. “Didn’t feel the need to change out of those...garments?” Rory knew it, the shifty looks, the way they were covering themselves, as if worried she could see how horny they were. ”You liked it, didn’t you...pissing yourselves?” Rory as she spoke stepped closer to Paris, a forefinger playing across the wet, see-through slit in her garments. Paris’ yelp turned into a moan, before she could stop herself. Hands covering her mouth as she looked away. Madeline’s legs unintentionally pushed apart, wanting it so badly, her body betrayed her lust, hoping to be touched too. Rory moved to give her what she wanted, a thumb pressing through the wet fabric to play against the tip of her clit. Mady’s reaction was immediate, a stifled groan into her palm, eyes shutting from the surge of pleasure. “It’s too easy...stop messing with me...both of you...and we can help each other out...If you’re that needy, that horny, from peeing yourself...” Rory trailed off, Paris looking on with near jealous eyes at the touches she wasn’t getting, moving closer to straddle the bench, her own hand on her own thigh, as if trying to tempt the brunette. “And if I did like it? What are you going to do?” Paris spoke, while Madeline nearly rutted on Rory’s thumb. Paris felt her nipples harden, poking through her shirt, as Rory glanced down, taking in Paris’ obviously wet underclothes. “I’ll let you get off on me....I’ll pleasure both of you...since it was so easy to get you both to piss yourselves, embarrassed that you liked it?” Mady and Paris felt like they’d burn alive if they didn’t take this girl’s offer, frantic nodding meeting the offer made. Rory took her thumb away, Madeline covering her mouth to keep from moaning, eyes half lidded in pure lust, Paris trying to fight hers back and failing, especially with the diuretics still in her system, the bench she sat on was slowly wetting with what little liquid had reentered her bladder. Rory undressed in front of them, dropping her shirt to the floor, her shorts to the ground, as she pushed Paris’ legs apart, straddling the blonde, their wet panties, stained slightly yellow pressed together, Paris whimpering in need as Rory’s lips locked with hers, their hips rutting together, their clits only getting mild friction from the inside of their soaking wet pussies and their silk panties, their shorts hanging off their legs, soaked with urine from both girls. “R-Rory, what about me? I...I want it too, I’ll piss myself again...anything please?” She was desperate, and Rory couldn’t speak with the moaning she was doing into the lips of the prissy blonde she had tamed. Moving to push Paris down onto the bench, she kept riding her, fingers fumbling to push silk out of the way to scissor the girl, the scent of urine turning all the girls on even more. Paris was moaning, her head tilted back as she saw Madeline take the hint, wet panties pushed down, she moved to kneel on the bench, aching puss only an inch away from Paris’ mouth. “So horny just from a little bit of peeing?” Rory teased, unable to help herself, getting even more turned on from how her own body bounced against Paris’, how Paris’ hands went to Madeline’s hips and dragged her pussy onto her lips, eating Mady out as the girls’ legs gave out, sitting fully on Paris' face. Rory didn’t waste time, leaning forward to grab Madeline’s face, she kissed her, their lips locking and unlocking to breathe, moans muffled into each other, as Rory’s own body responded to the lust. Her urine leaked down Paris’ bare stomach, soaking the under edge of her bra, and leaking to the side, down to the floor, into a small puddle.
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  6. Wearing her cheer uniform, Olivia is tickled until she pees in her panties, then is ate out by Lola in this kinky lesbian wetting video. In this scene we find our girls already engaged in sexy fun, with Olivia tied up in her cheer uniform and Lola already busy performing oral sex under Olivia’s skirt. When Olivia asks for a break so she can go pee, Lola responds by tickling her and pressing on her bladder until she has an accident and wets her panties. Once Olivia is done peeing, Lola removes her wet panties and goes down on her.
  7. Hi again all, It's been a while but I have been trying to find time to write the second chapter about Alice. If you missed it, chapter one is here. Massive thanks for the positive feedback from posters on my previous chapter. Hope you enjoy this one! I don't get much time, but i'll try to follow this up when I can! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alice stood on the street, tapping her foot subconsciously as she stared at the building. From the outside, it was nothing special. Just a typical dilapidated old warehouse in East London that had seen a revival in recent years, with investors flooding the area as it became fashionable. 'I should have bought a place here ten years ago, it would have quadrupled in price by now' Alice thought as she stared. She hadn't been sure she would come back to this building. Her past experience here had been completely unexpected and entirely new to her. Although the high salary was extremely appealing, Alice had always thought of herself as rather 'normal', sexually. What happened here the week before had been so far out of her comfort zone that afterwards she had sworn to herself she wouldn't go back. That was five days ago. Since then, there had been very little she was able to think about except for the feeling of utter and complete desperation she had felt, combined with the extremely erotic way she had been touched by another woman. Alice had been more turned on than she could ever remember that afternoon, and she had remained so for the last five days, no matter how many times she told herself to ignore it. Alice had never been one for 'self pleasuring'. She had always seen it as extremely embarassing, even when her friends talked about it. The last five days she had come closer than ever before to giving it a try. She was finding the constant tingling and dampness between her legs almost unbearable. Added to that, every time she needed to pee she had become so uncontrollably aroused that she had to go and pee immediately or her legs would start to go weak as she tried to hold it in. That was exactly what was happening now. Her first day in the Omobar, as a paid member of staff. A very well paid member. Her bladder felt uncomfortable. She would normally have gone to the bathroom an hour before, at least, but she had been told to turn up needing to pee, and here she was. Tapping her foot on the pavement and building up the courage to enter. 'Here we go then' she muttered, and strode across the road, pushing the buzzer. The door swung open after a few minutes and she walked down the stairs. A friendly face greeted her at the elevator. "Hi Alice, welcome back," Sophie said with a smile showing her perfect teeth. She wore a short, figure hugging pink dress which showed off her curves beautifully, her hair falling in ringlets over prominent and poorly concealed breasts. "Thanks!" replied Alice, blushing a little as she took in the gorgeous figure in front of her. 'What is wrong with me at the moment? Everything is turning me on like crazy" she thought to herself angrily. 'Behave like a professional for god's sake' They got into the lift and descended to the floor below. "Changing rooms," smiled Sophie, noticing Alice's questioning glance. She hadn't been to this floor during the last visit. The doors slid open and Alice looked around. It was like a changing room at a fancy gym, except with the notable absence of toilets. She squeezed her thighs together and rose onto tiptoes for a moment. "Need to pee?" Sophie asked "Pretty badly" Alice replied with a weak smile, resuming her leg tapping. "Well the clients should be here in about half an hour, so not too much waiting. Time to get changed! Drink this." Sophie handed her one of the mysterious cocktails she had been served at her interview. "What should I wear?" Alice sipped her cocktail, feeling nervous that the outfits she had brought were not glamorous enough "Everything is here in your locker, don't worry" Sophie replied, with a sparkle in her beautiful eyes. "It's just me and you tonight, only two clients. Should be great fun!" Alice surprised herself by feeling slightly disappointed. She realised she had been hoping that Rachel would be there, with her full, wet mouth and probing, soft, sensual fingers... She stopped herself and realised she had been about to touch herself through her skirt just thinking about it. Blushing a deep red she turned around and sat down on a bench, pressing the edge of it into her crotch and wriggling on it to stop her need to pee being quite so severe. "Sorry, I..." She said, red faced. "Don't worry," replied the brunette. "I was the same when I started. Had to make myself cum about 8 times a day for the first month just to calm myself down." She winked slowly at Alice and looked her up and down, which only served to increase Alice's arousal. "Oh, I don't... erm... No, I haven't..." Alice chuckled bashfully, unsure of what to say when faced with such a brazen admission. "Shut up!" Sophie replied with her mouth open. "You haven't touched yourself since last week??" "I've never.. erm... never done that!" Alice muttered under her breath, finishing her cocktail with a slurp. "Shit, girl, you must be going out of your mind. This place is the sexiest place I've ever been, and your interview was one of the sexiest things i've ever seen! How could you stand not cumming after that?!" "It's been... difficult" Sophie looked long and hard at the wriggling girl and after a few moments, said "I've got just the thing for you tonight. Get dressed." Alice stood up with an effort, clenching her pee hole closed, and pulled a dress identical to Sophie's but in black out of the locker. 'What the hell was in the drink??' she thought to herself for the second time that week. She undressed slowly, being careful not to jolt her bladder. Her top and bra came off with her legs crossed, but she had to twist her skirt to unzip it and it put awful pressure on her bladder. "Fuck, not yet!" she moaned, sliding her legs frantically past each other as she buried her hand in her crotch. She wriggled out of her skirt and stood there in black lace panties, hand in her crotch, as she tried to decide the best way to get the dress on without pissing in it before the night had even started. "You are so beautiful" Said Sophie, coming round from behind the lockers. "And damn sexy when you hold yourself. Is it that bad already?" Alice nodded and whimpered. She had drunk a lot of water and two mugs of tea before coming just in case she didn't need to pee enough.It was all hitting her at once now and she collapsed to her knees, sitting on her heel, grinding it into her crotch. Together, they squeezed Alice into the dress. It felt way too tight around her bladder and she didn't dare get up. There was no room for a bra under the dress and Alice was sitting on her heel so there was no way to get the dress past her hips without her standing. "OK, ready?" Said Sophie, who had started to wriggle around herself. "One, two.... three" Alice clenched as hard as she could, stood up, and her hand flew to her crotch. She had gotten so desperate so quickly again, but this time after the last five days of sexual denial, she was also getting uncontrollably horny. This was easily the most desperate she had been since her interview, and it seemed, now, that desperation was directly linked to arousal. Even just with her hand in her crotch, not moving, on the outside of her panties she felt her legs getting weak and her breath becoming shallow, her face reddening. "No, no" Sophie intervened. "Not yet beautiful," Alice was returned to the real world and realised she had her eyes closed and was leaning against the lockers. She looked down at herself, dress hiked up around her hips, hand on her small panties. She blushed again. "Sorry, I... I don't know what..." Sophie stepped over so she was within an inch of Alice's face. Her beautiful perfume and bouncy chestnut hair occupying all of Alice's senses apart from those in her bladder. She leaned in and sensually, softly and fragrantly kissed Alice on the lips. The kiss lasted for a few seconds but to Alice it felt like weeks. She was breathless again and her knees were shaking, half from her desperate attempt to hold her bladder, half from how close she was to orgasm. "Plenty of time for orgasms. Plenty of them." She was still so close Alice could have licked her. "The clients are arriving now and we need to be ready." she whispered in Alice's ear. "Take off your panties" "I can't, I'll piss myself" the poor girl moaned, legs bouncing back and forward. "You can do this" A soft whisper Alice took a deep breath, concentrated with all her strength on holding her pee, and released her hand. "Aaaaaaaaah" screamed the poor tortured girl with the sheer effort of holding her pee hole closed without her hand to help. Her chest was heaving, breasts almost coming out of the small cups that the dress provided. With one swift movement, Sophie bent down, pulled the black panties down to Alice's ankles and replaced Alice's hand with her own, jamming it between the tanned thighs which were pounding up and down, mincing together in a last ditch effort to hold on. "Oh. My. God." Exclaimed Sophie as Alice stood, trembling, her whole body shaking as she fought the wave of pee inside her. "You are unbelievably wet. I have literally never felt anything like this!" Sophie's fingers were sliding aroung between Alice's legs as she writhed, leaning against the lockers. "I... Can't ....Stop" She screamed. She could feel a wave building up inside her. Her whole body was burning, shaking, tingling with the most incredible feeling she could ever imagine. Her toes went numb, followed by her fingers, and still Sophie's hand slid around the soft, slippery wetness between her legs, Alice's bladder felt like it was ready to explode. Pain shot through her stomach and down into her crotch, mixing with the intense pleasure she was getting from Sophie. She writhed and groaned, faster and harder. "I... Seriously..." She breathed "Can't..." With that Alice collapsed against the lockers and Sophie reached around behind her to steady her, pressing into her stomach accidentally. The second she did so, a loud hissing sound burst from between Alice's legs and she screamed, on the very edge of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. "No! Stop!" Said Sophie urgently, breathing heavily and looking flushed herself. Alice started retreating from the edge of orgasm. "Please, keep touching! Almost... There..." But Sophie had removed her hand and was repeating herself. "Stop!!" With a superhuman effort, Alice pulled all her strength together and cut off the flow of pee. She had peed for about fifteen seconds. Not nearly enough to satisfy her desperate bladder, but enough to enable her stand without holding herself. "Why?" She asked breathlessly, chest heaving and feeling slowly returning to her toes. "You have to be desperate for the clients," replied Sophie with a wink. "But I need to..." Alice was returning to herself now. Still desperate to pee, still desperate for an orgasm, but still bashful. She admonished herself for almost saying 'cum' infront of someone else! She hastily pulled her dress down to cover her still dripping vagina, noticing the fluid coating the inside of her thighs. "Like I say, plenty of time," Sophie smiled mischeviously. She pulled out a strange looking device that looked like a three pronged rubber fork but with the three prongs arranged in a triangle and the handle missing. "This is for you". Sophie stepped towards Alice again and slowly pulled up her dress, once again revealing her neatly trimmed hair and shining wet crotch. Alice was wriggling a little with desperation but she allowed Alice to guide the rubber fork into her pussy. One prong reached inside her, pressing gently on the inside of her, right against her g-spot. Alice gasped sharply as a fresh wave of arousal hit her. 'Another woman is putting something inside me!' her mind shouted, almost as loud as her bladder was shouting. The second and third prongs reached outside, one on either side of her enlarged clitoris which was slippery and begging to be touched. The prongs brushed it slightly and Alice shuddered with pleasure, almost losing control of her bladder again. "Shit!" she shouted instinctively, and her hand shot to her crotch. To her surprise, the little toy was so well fitted to her that she could barely feel it, even with her hand against her naked crotch. She bounced up and down on the spot a little, regaining composure. "There, that should do it" Said Sophie with a smile. "What is that thing??" "A vibrator," Alice blushed, yet again. "I've never... used..." "Then you're in for a treat," replied Sophie. "Because I've got the controller for yours and now..." she reached down to Alice's crotch and did something Alice couldn't see. "You've got the controller for mine. "Watch" Sophie pulled her skirt up, revealing neatly trimmed hair that was just long enough to curl. She put her hand into her crotch, as if to stop herself peeing. It was, quite simply, the most arousing thing Alice had ever seen. As soon as Sophie touched her crotch, an incredible thing started happening to Alice. All at once, she felt like she was about to burst with pee, her clit was shooting fireworks into her body she screamed in pleasure. Sophie took her hand away. "You can't be that obvious!" she said, chuckling. "We're not really supposed to use these, but because they're so small nobody ever notices. But they will if you have a screaming orgasm every time I hold myself! I'll be doing that a lot tonight!" Alice could see stars. She felt like her world had just exploded with pleasure. "I thought I was going to pee right then!" "That's the g-spot, it'll do that to you," Sophie grinned. "Come on, we're late, and I am bursting for a pee. Let's get this show started." The two girls straightened themselved up and, wriggling and bending over slightly at the waist, they got back in the elevator... ...To be continued
  8. Noy looked like the sweetest girl alive, in her Thai student uniform of pale blue blouse and dark blue pleated skirt, with her waist length black hair in a ponytail. And, most of the time, she was. But, when it came to other attractive young ladies like herself, she was a rather perverted individual. Her university was the sort where love between 2 girls could blossom freely, and she spent far too long considering which one of her fellow beauties she would attempt to seduce. Of course, she had to be interested in pretty girls as well, and most girls weren't, regardless of Noy's seductive charms. Such was the life of a gay girl. But there was one gorgeous beauty who was a definite prospect - Kanya, known as "Pia". Pia was an elegant young lady, with her waist length brown hair in 2 plaits, and she was definitely into girls. Noy knew she had better move before another girl did, but was apprehensive for one peculiar reason; she didn't quite know how to handle her fetishes. For Noy, contrary to her innocent appearance, was deeply into BDSM. Her fantasies of sex with Pia involved dominating and spanking her. This alone would be little issue; most girls wouldn't be too put off by such things. But her biggest passion, omorashi, was a different story. She somehow doubted that ladylike Pia would much fancy soiling her skirt and being masturbated through her filthy knickers. But she could not let that fantasy go. Omorashi was the ultimate submission, the ultimate humiliation. And Noy didn't think she could really have a fulfilling long term relationship without it. It obviously wasn't something she could bring up on the first date, or the second, or the third, or...how could she possibly ever bring it up? In a way, Pia brought it up first. One fateful day, at the start of a long lecture, Pia felt a sudden urge to poo. She wasn't sure why, though she suspected the curry she had last night had something to do with it. As time went on, she could tell it was a big one. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and strained, trying to focus on the lecture. Her stomach gurgled. She almost slipped a fart, but barely held it back. She couldn't possibly let one out in front of Noy, no matter how relieving it would feel. She fancied Noy as much as Noy did her, but she was too shy to bring it up. And certainly too shy to fart in front of her. Noy had seen enough omorashi porn to know that Pia had to poo. And she had to poo badly. She found herself increasingly distracted from the lecture and attracted to Pia's lithe legs and anguished face. Her vagina was starting to dilate a little already. She felt disgusted with herself, but she couldn't help it. If Pia farted, or, even better, pooed her skirt...she'd be on the edge of orgasm. She reminded herself to be realistic. Grown women don't poo their skirts very often, and Pia would most likely just dash off to the toilets for some much-needed relief. She briefly fantasised about restraining her, but immediately dismissed this as utterly unethical, ashamed she'd even considered it. But she could attempt to...distract Pia from going to the toilet for as long as possible. Maybe long enough for her to slip a fart. Maybe even long enough that she wouldn't make it. Pia could tell Noy was fancying her, but she believed this to be despite her predicament, not because of it. In Pia's mind, slipping a fart would be the end of it. A pretty girl like Noy wouldn't possibly want a girlfriend who farted in front of her. As soon as lectures were over, she'd dash off to the toilets to find relief before she embarrassed herself. The lecture ended, and the students stood up to leave. Pia held her stomach and bent over, wincing in pain from the pressure on her bottom. She hadn't needed to poo this badly for as long as she could remember. She was absolutely bursting, and it was a testament to her strength that she hadn't farted. "Hey, Pia," said Noy, looking as seductive as she could. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the bar with me. You're seriously cute." "Um, thanks, Noy, I'd love to, but I need to use the toilet first," said Pia. "There's a toilet in the bar," said Noy. "Why don't we walk on over -" "It's an emergency," said Pia. She was already concerned by all the other girls heading for the toilets in front of her. Noy was blocking her way. By the time she got there, she'd be near the back of the queue. "An emergency?" said Noy, acting dumb. "You mean you don't think you can make it to the bar?" "Yeah," said Pia, blushing. She strained against the massive pressure on her bottom. "Noy, please, get out of the way. I really need to go. Now." "OK, fine", said Noy, very slowly walking towards the door. "If you're using the toilet here, I'll use it, too." Pia hurried to the door as quickly as she could, holding her bottom with one hand. Noy giggled. She was trembling with arousal already. Now if only she'd slip a fart... Noy took her place behind Pia in the toilet queue. Pia was bent over, holding her stomach, sweating from the strain. "Hey, Pia," said Noy, "are you sure about going here? The queue's pretty long. Why don't we go over to the bar?" "I'd be near the front of it if it weren't for you blocking my way," said Pia, annoyed. "Uhhh..." She barely restrained a massive urge to poo. "Well, sorry," said Noy. "I didn't realise it was such an emergency." "Yeah, I know," said Pia. "It's not your fault...uhhh..." The sight of the toilets just out of reach was making it so much harder for Pia to hold it. Noy knew about "latch key incontinence" in theory, but to see it working on a sexy girl in practice was just incredible. The fart which puffed from Pia's skirt was even more incredible. Noy shuddered as she smelt it. It wasn't a good smell, but the humiliation which it represented was making her vagina slippery. She really shouldn't be feeling this way, but she just couldn't help it, any more than Pia could help yielding to the massive pressure in her bowels. Pia blushed in deep humiliation as she smelt the stench of her fart. She had to make it to the toilet, agonising as it was to resist letting go. If she didn't, her chances with Noy were gone. No dignified girl would want a girlfriend who poos her skirt. Fortunately for Pia, Noy wasn't a dignified girl in the slightest, and her passion for Pia was growing with every anguished look on her face and every fart that squeaked through her trembling bottom. Her fantasies were coming true. But would they reach their glorious climax - Pia pooing her skirt? It was a lot to hope for, but Noy was becoming increasingly optimistic. As the sweating Pia slipped another fart, it was obvious she was starting to lose control. Perhaps her knickers were already skid marked. Oh, to see under that skirt! But Noy restrained herself. "Do you think you'll make it, Pia?" she asked. "I...think...so..." said Pia, trying to look as strong as she could. In truth, she knew she had seconds to spare. The proximity of the toilet was making it harder and harder to hold it, and the pressure was coming to bursting point. If that queue didn't hurry up, she'd be dropping a load in her skirt, and she knew it. She crossed her legs and leaned against the wall, gasping for strength. There were only 3 girls in front of her...2...1...but with every step she took closer to the toilet, holding it became harder still. Due to not having wasted her teenage years masturbating to omorashi, Pia was unaware of latchkey incontinence, but she was certainly feeling it. Another fart squeaked from her bottom. She blushed deeper, relieved that somehow she hadn't followed through. Noy inhaled the stench like it was fresh mountain air. The stench of utter humiliation. But would she...Noy fantasised about the anguished strain on Pia's face as her strength finally failed her and she pooed her skirt at last. Would she see that? She admired Pia's strength to have lasted so long. She was clearly restraining a massive poo, and many girls would have given in by now. Noy wondered how well she would have fared in the same situation. She suspected she'd be crying in a filthy skirt by now. At any rate, she certainly wasn't going to judge Pia harshly for giving in if...or when...she did. Pia finally reached the front of the queue. Her knickers were still spotless white. She'd made it...almost. As she sighed a little in relief, she felt a surge of pressure like none she had felt before. A surge she simply couldn't resist. She hammered on the stall door, almost by instinct. "Hurry up! Hurry up! I'm...I'm..." Despite her straining with all her strength, poo forced through her anus into her knickers. She whimpered in pain as tears of humiliation came to her eyes. Now resigned to her filthy fate, she leaned back against the wall and moaned as she felt the poo fill her knickers and stain her skirt. Noy knew exactly what was happening, and was thrilled. She was on the edge of orgasm, and the slightest touch of her G-spot would have sent her over the edge. Her fantasies were coming true. "Hey, Pia, it's OK," she said, putting an arm around her. "You held out really well. You couldn't help it." Pia whimpered as tears flowed down her face. Noy seemed to be taking this much better than she thought she would. In fact, she seemed...turned on. Surely not. Noy wanted nothing more than to flip up Pia's skirt and masturbate her, but knew that doing this would get her immediately expelled and probably registered as a sex offender, not to mention being completely non-consensual. She exercised her utmost restraint in just giving Pia a cuddle. Though she did let her hand creep down to feel the warmth of the poo in the back of Pia's skirt. It was a big one, and she'd let it all out. The stall door opened. The girl inside came out, and grimaced at the stench. Seeing Pia sobbing, she immediately realised what had happened, and hurried on, feeling deeply sorry for her but really not wanting to stick around. Pia dashed into the toilet and began trying to clean up as best she could. She was so, so glad that girls wore skirts. In a skirt, she could just discard her obliterated knickers and carry on without anyone noticing. If she'd been wearing trousers as the boys did, she'd have to wear obviously soiled trousers on her shameful walk home. She pitied any poor boys who suffered similar circumstances. Noy needed a stall as well, for very different reasons. She needed to jerk off, now. She was trembling in passion, and could think of nothing but fucking Pia, but Pia obviously wasn't in the mood right now. Unless...perhaps, in her vulnerability, she'd be up for coming home for a shower? And some comfort? And some sex? One fantasy had come true today. Why not another? Noy decided she'd try it. When the tearful Pia, with knickers discarded, emerged from the stall, she hugged her again. "Hey, Pia," she said. "Do you fancy coming back to my place? For a shower, and some comfort?" "Um...yeah, I guess," said Pia, rather confused. Who on Earth would want to take home a girl who'd just soiled herself? She knew this offer would mean sex - she wasn't totally naive - but she was up for that. Noy was seriously hot. The girls walked back to Noy's room holding hands. Noy could think of nothing but the shower sex they were going to have. Pia didn't know what to feel. She was deeply humiliated, but that somehow felt good when Noy was taking charge of her. Noy let Pia into her room. "Come on, let's go shower," she said. "Who goes first?" said Pia, playing dumb. "No, both of us," said Noy. "Come on." Both girls pulled off their clothes as quickly as they could, and gazed at each other's beautiful bodies. Noy switched on the shower, and let it run warm before stepping in. Pia stepped in after her. As soon as she had, Noy held her tight and started French kissing her. Both girls were deeply aroused, Noy a single touch away from orgasm. Noy started feeling Pia's G-spot, and Pia then did the same to Noy. Noy came almost at once, urine flowing down her legs with the shower water as she utterly lost control. It was the most intense climax she'd ever had. Pia took a little longer to come, but soon was moaning in pleasure as Noy's fingers got to her. Both girls felt a deep connection that needed no words. Their relationship may not have started auspiciously, but it definitely seemed like one worth pursuing.
  9. A slow burn but 100% hot as fuck, worth the watch, volume up! https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f51aaa111bf1 Another great video by the same couple too: Teased and Rubbed by Girlfriend till she Pisses
  10. While camping, Alisha and Olivia engage in some kinky wet fun when Alisha pees through her pajamas onto Olivia. In this scene we join Alisha and Olivia as they are camping. Inside their tent, we find them making out when Alisha tells Olivia that she has a surprise for her. She has Olivia lay down, and takes off Olivia’s shirt, so she is left only wearing her panties. Then, much to Olivia’s delight, Alisha straddles her and pees through her Pajamas all over Olivia.
  11. Check out this super sexy lesbian cheerleader pee video. Olivia and Lola, wearing their cheer uniforms, have fun in bed peeing on one another and rubbing each other in their wet panties. In this scene we join Lola and Olivia in bed for some kinky, wet, lesbian fun. Making out in their cheer uniforms, things take a wet and kinky turn when Olivia states her intention to pee on Lola. Lola is more than receptive, but only if she also gets a turn pee on Olivia. We get to watch as they each take turns peeing through their panties, soaking themselves and the bed in the process. Once they are both soaked, they finger each other in their wet underwear until they both climax. Check out this super sexy lesbian cheerleader pee video. Olivia and Lola, wearing their cheer uniforms, have fun in bed peeing on one another and rubbing each other in their wet panties. In this scene we join Lola and Olivia in bed for some kinky, wet, lesbian fun. Making out in their cheer uniforms, things take a wet and kinky turn when Olivia states her intention to pee on Lola. Lola is more than receptive, but only if she also gets a turn pee on Olivia. We get to watch as they each take turns peeing through their panties, soaking themselves and the bed in the process. Once they are both soaked, they finger each other in their wet underwear until they both climax.
  12. Tied up and desperate to pee, Olivia is tickled by Lola until she wets her pants. In this video we get to watch as Lola teases and tickles Olivia, who is tied up and desperate to pee, until Olivia can’t hold back the flood and has an accident. Even though it seems like Olivia is struggling not to pee in her pants, she is secretly enjoying the whole experience. After wetting her pants she is left so horny that Lola is able to go down on her and quickly bring her to climax.
  13. Check out this super sexy lesbian diaper video with Olivia and Lola peeing in their diapers and having kinky fun. We join Lola and Olivia in this scene as they are hanging out, in their diapers, enjoying a lazy afternoon. A wandering hand, on Olivia’s part, finds its way to Lola’s thigh, setting off a course of events that soon results in the girls having their hands down each other’s diapers and making out. While fingering one another, they both pee in their diapers. Shortly thereafter they are able to help each other orgasm.
  14. Olivia gives Lola a golden shower in this sexy lesbian pee video. In this scene we join Olivia and Lola already engaged in the throws of passion. When Olivia needs to pee, she straddles Lola and urinates through her panties, soaking both Lola and the bed. After Olivia finished peeing, Lola and Olivia finger one another until they both climax.
  15. Feeling neglected by Lola, Olivia decides to make herself impossible to ignore by performing oral sex on her friend. Everything starts out swimmingly, but as Lola approaches climax Olivia encounters an unexpected obstacle- She needs to pee. Olivia doesn’t want to abandon Lola in her state of ecstasy, but the pressure from within her bladder is too much to ignore. Olivia tries to excuse herself, but Lola won’t let her go, demanding that she finish first. Unable to hold on a moment longer, Olivia ends up wetting herself as she satisfies Lola.
  16. Check out these stunning photos of Olivia and Lola peeing themselves while wearing their cheer uniforms. In their first photo-set together, Olivia and Lola have fun wearing cheer uniforms and peeing in their panties. Featuring over sixty high-resolution photographs, this gallery includes plenty of images of the girls showing off and being sexy in their cheerleader outfits, before they lift up their skirts and pee through their panties together.
  17. /** Authors note: Ella and Amber are original characters of mine that are involved in a lot of my fantasies! Their ages are: Ella (24) and Amber (26). I am planning to write more content with them, and I may release some art. You are free to use the characters in your stories, art, etc, but I reserve the right to write and portray my own characters however I like. Questions and comments are welcome! **/ Ella arrived at Amber's house with snacks, drinks, and a bag of clothes. The two women had been planning this Lord Of The Rings marathon for a long time, and Ella was excited to finally have it. Not only did she relish the chance to rewatch LOTR, she also had a little bit of a thing for Amber. This could be her chance to go from friends to something more. Outside the door, Ella gave herself one last check over. She was wearing her favorite nightgown, grey with pink flowers and very soft. Her heart racing, Ella knocked. It only took a second for Amber to answer. She welcomed Ella in with a hug. Amber was tall, deep brown skin and big curly hair. She was wearing a mustard yellow shirt and light green shorts, with a pair of bunny slippers. As Ella pulled out of the hug she felt like she could barely breathe. Amber's bright smile was more than she could handle. Slightly dazed, Ella walked into the small place. The living room was carpeted, with a dark red couch and a rocking chair taking up most of the space. The room smelled like vanilla and fresh popcorn. Ella noted that the movie was already cued up on the television, and the table in front of it was covered in snacks and drinks. She also noticed a brown cardboard box next to the table, but didn't think much of it. Amber pointed things out as she explained the plan. "Okay so, we're not leaving until we have watched the hobbit and all the Lord Of The Rings movies. I have enough snacks and drinks for three days. We can sleep here if we need to." Amber moved to open the box. "There's the bathroom, but there's a twist. The first person who has to pee will wear the diaper of shame for the rest of the marathon!" She pulled out a white shape from the box and unfolded it to reveal a bulky adult diaper. It was white with blue tapes, and looked absolutely ridiculous to Ella. Amber grinned, her eyes full of mischief. Ella couldn't help but laugh. "That sounds fun! I agree to the game." Amber put the diaper down on top of the box. "Great! To make things fair we'll both go to the bathroom first. May the biggest bladder win!" After everything was sorted and both women had emptied their bladders, they got comfortable on the couch. Amber had a soda, but Ella decided to cautiously get a lemonade. They started the first movie and relaxed, eating generous portions of popcorn and candy each. The popcorn was salty, and before Ella knew it, she had finished the lemonade. She switched to water, and found herself quite thirsty. The water worked its way through her kidneys fast, and soon she started to feel a slight pressure in her bladder. As the pressure increased, Ella tried to slow her water consumption. Despite her efforts she found herself finishing her second water bottle. She glanced over at her friend. Amber had drained the soda and was working on another. Ella relaxed slightly. She only had to pee a little, and surely the caffeinated beverage would get to Amber first. Time was passing slowly for Ella, and soon she found herself getting really desperate. She had stopped drinking water entirely, but her bladder continued to fill. The blanket gave her enough cover to hold herself, but she soon switched to sitting with her heel in her crotch. The arrangement helped, but it certainly wasn't the picture she had entertained of leaning onto Amber's shoulder. She shifted again. How long was this movie again? Ella felt like she could maintain some dignity if she at least made it through the first movie without a break. She shifted to her other foot, but it didn't help. Amber was sitting leaned over, her legs together like a mermaid tail. Ella hoped that she was desperate, despite the fact that Amber looked fine. She tried to lose herself in the movie. The movie ended, and Ella could hardly move. Amber stood up and stretched, and then strolled into the kitchen. Ella stood up too, but the sudden gravity forced her to clench everything in order not to leak. All she wanted was relief. She gave up. "Amber, I'm going to be the one in the shame diaper haha, I'm about to burst!" Ella blushed deeply as she said this, hands still gripping her crotch. "Thank god!" Breathed Amber, suddenly collapsing into a mirror of Ella's position. She grabbed herself and groaned slightly. "I'm so competitive, I actually started to leak a little when I stretched!" Ella was shocked by the revelation, and strangely turned on. Watching Amber grip herself and squirm was oddly exciting... She shook her head to physically push the thought away. "First dibs on the bathroom!" Ella peed for what felt like minutes, enjoying the feeling of getting to let go. She washed her hands and opened the bathroom, almost running into a desperate Amber ducking in. Ella tried her best not to listen to Amber pee, but she could help but hear the thunderous spray and Amber's light moans. Ella held herself for a quick second, though not because she needed to pee. Both refreshed, Ella awkwardly brought up the competition. "I guess I have to put on the diaper of shame now, huh?" Amber smiled. "To be honest, I think we were closer to a tie than anything. Neither of us could have lasted much longer. It seems only fair to split the punishment, we'll both wear diapers." Ella agreed that sounded fair. She was still embarrassed about the idea of putting a diaper on, but she was also strangely curious. She hadn't worn a diaper since she was a baby. In the bathroom, Ella tried to figure the diaper out. It crinkled more than she expected, and she felt self conscious about the noise. The inside was thick and softer than she expected. Finally she decided to sit on the floor and straddle the diaper in order to fasten the tapes. It took a couple tries to get them in the right place, and when she stood up Ella could feel that it was slightly tilted to the right. There was a little bit of a gap around the legs, but otherwise it seemed to fit perfectly. As Ella put her pajama shorts on over the bulky thing, she found the whole experience oddly calming. As ridiculous as the item was, it was also comfortable. She brushed away these musings and fixed her face into one of humiliation and silliness as she left the bathroom. A few minutes later, Amber emerged. She hadn't put her pants back on so she was only wearing the diaper on the bottom. Ella noted that it seemed to fit better than her own, and the tapes were even on both sides. She did a silly little turn around for Ella and they both laughed. A new bowl of popcorn was popped, and new beverages were acquired as the pair started the next movie. Ella was absolutely determined not to need a break for a long time. She settled down into the blankets and sipped a soda. Time passed and Ella became completely engrossed in the movie. It was dead silent between her and Amber as they enjoyed the action. As the movie finished up, Amber immediately went to put the next one on. Ella checked the clock. It was midnight now, and she was feeling a little sleepy. She felt a very slight pressure in her bladder, so she got an energy drink and sat back down. It was easy to down the little can and she was soon drinking water again. The energy drink woke her up a little, but it soon started to have another effect. The soda and water from earlier moved quickly into her bladder, and she went from barely feeling anything to needing a bathroom in no time. She moved subtly to hold herself, but soon encountered the diaper she had forgotten she was wearing. It was hard to hold with the thick material, so she changed to the heel method again. Amber noticed the movement, but seemed to take it as Ella getting cold. She wrapped her arm around Ella and pulled her close, allowing Ella to rest against her side. It was a dream come true for Ella. She was finally cuddling with Amber! Her bladder was completely forgotten as she focused on leaning in just the right amount, trying not to move too much. The spell lasted maybe 20 minutes before Ella's bladder started to scream its need. Ella shifted, trying to gain an angle where she could hold, but there were no good positions. Amber released her from the side hug after Ella started to wiggle, and Ella could have cried. She rubbed her legs, squeezed her thighs, did everything that she could to continue holding, but her bladder only got more full. A sharp pang ran through her body and Ella instinctively leaned forward. It took half a second to realize she was leaking bad, and another two seconds to stop. Ella looked around in shock. She couldn't remember the last time she actually had an accident. If she had been wearing her panties, there would be a substantial wet spot. However, right now, all Ella felt was warmth. She tentatively reached down a hand to check the damage, and found the leak to be well contained in the diaper. The only evidence it had happened was the warm feeling on her crotch, and the slight firmness of the padding. A strange euphoria washed over her. Ella's bladder was far from relieved, however, and the first leak was followed quickly by a second one. This time she rode the leak out, paying close attention to the diaper. She felt a sudden warmth, and then the diaper wicking it up. Nowhere in her wildest dreams had she meant to actually use the diaper, but now that she had leaked a little the feeling was almost pleasant. Ella relaxed slightly. As long as the leaks were contained, she was sure she could keep holding. Amber didn't ever have to know that she had used the diaper, and they could keep watching the movie uninterrupted. As time went on, Ella had a few more involuntary leaks. Despite the loss of fluid, her desperation was worse than ever. Ella's hands were shaking, her skin was clammy with sweat. All she could think about was how much she needed to pee. Fine. She would have to ask to go to the bathroom a second time, like a child. She accepted her fate. Ella was just about to speak up when she realized something. At this point, she couldn't even move her legs or she was going to lose control. There was no way she would make it through standing up and walking to the bathroom. The warm, damp padding between her legs made it even harder to hold. She really couldn't make it. The diaper was pretty big. Ella felt the damage. Even after several substantial leaks it was mostly dry. It could definitely take more. She wasn't sure how wet it would look if she soaked it, but maybe if she could just leak a little bit she could relieve some of the pressure. Maybe just one voluntary leak could let her make it to the bathroom. Ella placed a hand on her crotch under the blanket. She checked to see if Amber was watching, but the woman was totally focused on the movie. Ella slowly breathed in, and then let the breath out. She relaxed a little, and the pee came gushing out. Suddenly scared that she couldn't stop, Ella forced her tortured bladder to stop. It was agony. She could feel her body straining not to release. She felt the diaper, it was still holding up great. She relaxed again and piss soaked into the diaper. Stopping was even harder the second time, and the effort brought tears to Ella's eyes. She wasn't going to make it. She was having an accident. She was losing control right in front of her crush. Suddenly, Ella realized that she was peeing again. She tried to stop, jamming her hand into her crotch, but she couldn't stop now. As she accepted her fate, Ella felt herself relax all the way. Pee was now rushing out faster than the diaper could absorb and she felt it pooling near her butt. She lifted herself slightly of the couch in the hopes of letting the diaper expand, put the extra effort just made her bladder hiss. Ella ground her crotch into her hand, hoping desperately that Amber didn't hear the hissing urine. Finally, the flow tapered off. Ella's face was bright red, and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. She felt incredibly relieved, but at the same time she had no idea what to do. If she stood up it would be absolutely obvious that her diaper was soaked. Maybe if she waited until Amber left the room she could steal another diaper, sneak into the bathroom, wrap the wet one in her pants, put the dry diaper on, and then secret the wet diaper into her luggage to throw out later? As Ella plotted her escape, she felt around the edges of the full diaper. It was warm and swollen, building against her pants. The ass was still pretty dry, but the front was soaked. She ran a hand under her leg and froze. No. No no no no no no ... Her pants were wet. Not just a little, but quite a lot. The leg holes had leaked. Ella followed the leak down and soon discovered as wet patch on the couch. Not only had she soaked her diaper, she had leaked right onto Amber's couch. It was an absolute nightmare. The red material of the couch showed ever drop of sweat, much more a huge patch of pee. Even if it dried before Amber saw, it might still smell like piss. There was nothing to do but admit the truth. Ella began to cry. Very softly at first, as the panic of the situation set in, but soon it became gentle sobs as shame washed over her. Amber looked over and saw that Ella was crying. She paused the movie, and her expression went from shock to concern. "Ella, what's wrong? What's wrong?" Not equipped to explain herself, Ella just sobbed harder. Amber was clearly very worried now. "Tell me what's going on, I want to help." "I ha- had to pee" Ella managed through the tears. Amber still looked freaked out. "You can go to the bathroom, that whole thing from earlier was just for fun." Ella shook her head. "I cou- couldn't ho- hold it" Amber shook her head in sympathy. "That's totally fine Ella, you're wearing a diaper. Accidents happen, and this wasn't even a big deal." The words of comfort only made Ella feel worse. "No, look!" She cried, throwing back the blanket and showing Amber the stains of the couch. Two dark patches were clearly defined from where Ella was sitting. Amber made an "Oh" face at the spots. "Oh Ella baby, don't worry about the couch. I keep a cover on here anyway. It's totally alright. You're okay. I feel bad about this whole thing." Ella was trying to calm down, but she could seem to stop crying. Every sob made her diaper squelch, and the warm sensation was now a mark of humiliation. Amber hugged Ella to her, and gently rocked her back and forth. "Shhh shhh, it's going to be okay. This could happen to anyone." Finally Ella stopped crying, though she stayed in Amber's arms for a little longer, if only to avoid looking her in the eye. Ella was sure she could never face Amber again after this. The worst part was realizing that the accident was completely her own fault, she could have used the bathroom at any time. Ella felt miserable. "I'm sorry about this. I'm really sorry. Gosh I can't believe I cried so much... I'm really just so embarrassed." Amber nodded gently at the apology. "It's really no big deal. I feel like I created this whole situation with my game. I shouldn't have made you feel so uncomfortable." There was silence for a few minutes before Amber spoke again. "Actually, I really have to pee by now too. Would it make you feel better if I wet myself as well?" Ella looked up in shock. "You don't have to do that. " Amber smiled. "Don't worry, this can be a secret between us." With that Amber settled into a more laid back position. She took Ella's hand and gently placed it on the front of her diaper. Ella's eyes were wide as she took it all in. She tried her best to look nonchalant with her hand on Amber's crotch. Amber moaned slightly, and then sighed. To Ella's wonder she felt the sudden warmth bloom in the diaper under her hand. Amber's eyes rolled back, her face the picture of ecstacy as urine hissed in. The diaper swelled in places, but didn't leak. She ran her hand down deeper between Ambers legs and felt the warmth there. Ella's own crotch was buzzing with arousal that she hadn't expected. The stream ended, and then Amber pushed out a few more gushes before sitting back up. Ella withdrew her hand, shame replaced with wonder. Both women sat there for a second in their soaked diapers. Finally, Amber spoke. "Would you like me to help you get changed? You can put your underwear back on if you want." Ella considered her response carefully. "I'm worried about more leaks tonight... So maybe I should wear another diaper?" If it was possible to blush anymore Ella would have done it. Amber looked happy. "Sure!" Amber got a trashcan and some wipes. She had Ella lay down on the couch, and then she carefully removed the soaked diaper. Ella felt her pulse going a mile a minute as Amber revealed her bare bits. She shivered as the cold air hit the wet skin. Amber threw out the diaper and then got a dry one. She spread it beneath Ella's bottom, and then began to gently wipe her legs. As she got closer and closer in she kept looking at Ella's face to make sure it was still okay. Ella gave her small nods. Finally Amber got to the vagina. She wiped around the lips, and then right down the middle. Ella gasped gently. She was obviously wet, and her clit was swollen and sensitive. Amber wiped her again, and Ella groaned with need. Amber put the wipes down and began slowly fingering her. She traced her finger up and down, and then pushed it into Ella's hole. Drawing the wet finger back out she set to work on Ella's clit. It only took a little bit of work for Ella to cum hard, groaning and straining against the bed. Amber gave her one last wipe, and then fitted the diaper in place. She taped it securely, making sure that there were no gaps around the legs this time. Ella sat up and was immediately met with a kiss from Amber. Ella kiss back, still feeling the afterglow. She pulled Amber into her lap and began to undress her breathlessly. Amber ground her wet diaper into Ella's dry one, groaning and almost whining now as Ella got to her breasts. Ella kissed her neck and breasts, working down. She pushed Amber back and got to work on pulling the sodden diaper off. Not caring to throw it out right now, she set it on the floor and leaned down. Amber's slit was wet with more more than piss. Ella leaned down and lapped at the slickness before setting to work with her tongue. She could smell the fain scent of piss as she worked, but it didn't feel gross somehow. It just felt right. Amber's legs got tense as Ella ate her, and when she couldn't take it any longer she arched her back and gave in to the orgasm. Clenched muscles sent the last of her bladder jetting on the couch and Ella's hand. She fell back, panting, with a smile on her face. Ella also sat back, but Amber had gotten her horny all over again. She put a hand down her diaper and rubbed herself, clenching and grinding into her hand. Every time she would clench hard she would leak a little, and soon the crotch of her diaper was warm again. It barely took a minute for her to cum a second time. Amber threw the wet diaper away and then put a new one on under Ella's watchful eye. Once they were both dry and padded, they cuddled together and unpaused their movie. Ella had discovered a new kink, and Amber couldn't be happier about it.
  18. Maybe I make a series about the princess, I don't know yet ^^ I am a princess of a country far away. I'm my parents pride, soft and gentle, as a true princess should be. But I have a secret. A very dark secret. I am not innocent. I am sadistic and like to make my maids hold for me. Especially when a girl just became a woman and starts discovering her body. I can't resist this. Sometimes I make even princes hold. Their pride won't let them tell me about their needs. It's so fun and arousing to see their desperation grow. Now I tell you about the ball we held some time ago. I had a new favorite maid. I noticed, that she was very shy around me, so I picked her to be my personal maid for that evening. Beforehand I told her what she had to expect. She looked at me like a puppy, when I told her that she can't leave my side, not even for one second. She haste my food and all my drinks to make sure I won't get poisoned. She felt honoured, didn't think about the meaning of this. And then the ball came. I called my maid and even let her wear one of my old dresses. I picked it on purpose, the corsage was very tight around the stomach. She was happy and accompanied me smiling down the stairs. I kept her always in sight, made her eat and drink. She was my pet. A pet, that started to feel uncomfortable as the hours went by. I saw the slight shifting and sometimes she even bent a bit over. I decided to raise her desperation and gave her signs to follow me outside. I led her to the toilet and told her to wait and stand guard. I left the door open, so she could hear me piss. I heard a whimper from her and saw her hands crumpling the dress „What's wrong dear?“ I asked her softly, playing dumb. She blushed „N-Nothing, your majesty. B-But may I use the toilet too please?“ I got out and looked at her in shock „Of couse not! This toilet is for my family! You need to use the one in the maids chambers, but this is on the other side of the castle and we have to go back to the ball. You must not leave my side for so long.“ she looked at me desperately „Of course your majesty.“ she took a deep breathe and forced a smile. I took her hands „I can't be that bad, you barely drank anything. Maybe you're just dehydrated. I make sure to get a nice pot full of water for you when we're back in.“ the smile left her face and her eyes widened „Oh your majesty, please no. Really, my bladder is...“ she bit her lip and blushed. I put my hand on her stomach and pushed hard, making her wince and bending over „Oh dear, it's half empty, trust me. Your bladder has a lot of space left.“ I dragged her back inside and kept her even closer, made sure that she drank more and could hear the sound when the cups got filled. As the evening went by, I saw little pearls of sweat on her face and noticed she barely dared to move anymore. Then I decided, it should be enough. I said my good bye and dragged her out of the room „I want you to describe it to me. How full is your bladder, how are you feeling?“ she took small steps „Oh your majesty, my bladder is so full, it feels like bursting any minute. It hurts to hold that much and I will be very happy, when I can finally use the bathroom.“ I smiled at her „Of course my dear. But first you need to help me get ready for bed. You won't let me wait for your personal needs, right?“ she bit her lip again, but shook her head „Of course not your majesty. My duty as your maid comes first.“ I took her hand and forced her to walk faster „Good, but if you walk in that speed, you'll never reach the toilet.“ she whimpered but tried her best to adjust to my pace. In my room she helped me get out of my dress and into my nightgown. Before she could leave, I took her hand „Wait my dear. This is my dress. We need to take it off.“ I loosened the corsage and she took a deep breathe „Oh that feels so much better your majesty.“ she smiled and I put my arms around her from behind „Really dear? Does your bladder still feels like bursting?“ she looked surprised over her shoulder „It still feels really full your majesty, but it's better than before.“ I smiled and put my hands on her lower abdomen. I could feel her bladder, not really hard, but surely uncomfortably full. I pushed hard and she squeaked surprised, slammed her legs together and bent over „You m-majesty, please.... No, please.... I can't hold it when you push that hard...“ this was what I wanted to hear. I dragged her to the bed and made her lie down. She panted, her legs still pressed together and now blushing too, realising that she was naked „Y-our majesty, what are you planning?“ I smiled „Well, I had fun at the ball, but the fun isn't over yet, dear.“ I took the carafe and filled a glass with water „Drink.“ she hesitated, but when she saw my strict look, she gave in immediately and drank. I made her drink the whole water, saw her stomach swell more and massaged it, so it would make its way into her bladder faster. She didn't try to resist me, just her look became more and more desperate. When I was pretty sure, there wasn't much water left that would move into her bladder, I asked again how her bladder felt. She swallowed, tried to find the right words „Your majesty, it feels like every drop that goes into my bladder, hits it like a brick. It feels like every drop might be too much and I really have to focus to not let go.“ I smiled, this was what I wanted to hear „Then maybe I should help you dear and distract you from your need.“ I forced her legs to open and put my hand in between, one finger pressing on her pee hole „Does this help?“ she looked a bit confused but more relaxed „Yes, your majesty, thank you.“ I smiled and slowly started rubbing her clit with my thumb. She bit her lip, tried to suppress every reaction. But I saw her nipples harden and felt her leak fluids which surely were no pee. I couldn't resist and licked her nipples. She moaned surprised and a shiver ran through her body. I felt how much she clenched her muscles to hold her pee in and took my finger from her pee hole „No! Your majesty, please!“ she grabbed my hand in panic and pressed it again between her legs „This is what you want dear?“ my thumb went from rubbing her clit to her pee hole and pressed against it while my fingers played with the entrance to her body „Well?“ I asked and sucked at her nipple. She moaned in lust, her hands grabbing a pillow. She didn't answer so I thrusted two of my fingers hard into her.“ she nearly screamed as I pushed like this against her overfilled bladder from the inside „Your majesty, please let me pee. I can't take it anymore!“ she was shaking heavily, but I looked strict at her „You can hold it and you will hold it. You will not pee, do you understand?“ she breathed heavily, lust and agony mixed together „I try your majesty, really, I try my best.“ I pushed again against her bladder and she whimpered and squirmed. The more she squirmed, the harder I pushed. I felt her bladder throbbing, could imagine how much she was dying for a piss. I wanted to test her strength, wanted to push her over her limits. I sat next to her, my fingers still deep inside her and massaging her bladder. My other hand softly stroked from her breasts to her stomach, to that meanwhile hard bulge. I started massaging it from the outside now too and she moaned louder in agony and pain. Finally I took my hand away from between her legs and forced her to sit. I sat behind her, while she had both hands between her legs, holding on for dear life „No my dear.“ I took her hands away and pushed with both hands hard against her bladder. The fight was over before it even started. Her tired muscles simply gave up. She screamed as the floodgates opened and she peed long and hard. I kept rubbing her clit while she peed and when her bladder finally was empty, she kept moaning and thrusted her hips against my hand. I made her cum and held her while she found her breathe again „Your majesty?“ she looked at me shyly „Yes, dear?“ she smiled „Your majesty... May I stay your personal maid?“ I looked at her surprised and she turned around and kissed me „Please your majesty. I would love more of such nights.“ I smiled and nodded „Very well, dear. Get the bed clean. As my personal maid, that is your duty too.“
  19. It's been a while since I've shared my kinky fantasies with you...guess I'd better resume. I will warn you, as my username suggests, I like skirts and accidents - of both kinds. There's going to be pissing and shitting in knickers in this story. ***** Fujiwara Miyuki squirmed in the seat of her Tesla Model 3 as she winced at the absurdity of her situation. Here she was, a stunningly beautiful 19 year old heiress to a major company mature enough to drive her own car, and yet not mature enough to not be at the edge of having an accident. The large coffee she had had this morning had gone right through her, and now her bladder was swollen full. She had to wee so badly her bare legs were squirming like eels under her little black skirt and she shifted awkwardly in her seat. She thought she would be so mature driving to her university accommodation in her fancy car, and really impress the other girls - maybe so much that one of them would fall in love with her, though she knew that was hopelessly romantic. Now, she wasn't even sure she could make it to the toilet before her little white knickers were soaked, and she would be the laughing stock of everyone. "Shit, shit, shit..." she cursed as she bounced in her seat. "Not that much longer..." When the car finally pulled up outside her accommodation, Miyuki was actually surprised she hadn't drenched her skirt already. But the dash to the toilets would be the real challenge. She undid her seat belt and scrambled out of the car, feeling a hot spurt of wee soak her knickers. Why was this happening to her? Barely managing to get it under control, she staggered to the door and knocked. Answering it was Suzuki Naoko, a gorgeous, athletic young lady in a blue skirt and black cardigan. Everything about this lady and the way she looked at Miyuki was cool, and Miyuki could tell that she was checking her out, too...but she was about to piss herself. Why did it have to be this way? She'd be a laughing stock. "I'm so sorry," said Miyuki, "but I really have to go to the toilet. Please can I use your toilet?" She clutched her crotch and shuffled her little feet to demonstrate. "Oh, I'm afraid my friend is in there now," said Naoko. "I guess you'll just have to wait." "But I can't wait," said Miyuki, tearful. "I'm about to wee...please..." "Well, you'll just have to wet your knickers then," said Naoko. "And I'd love to watch, if you don't mind." The shock of the comment to Miyuki, whose ideas of sexual pleasure were limited to some fun with vibrators, was so much that she simply lost control and began to wee her skirt on the spot. "But...you...I..." said Miyuki, beginning to cry as she pissed a waterfall down her legs. Naoko began to breathe faster as her pussy became moist from the sight of Miyuki's accident. "Don't cry," said Naoko. "It's just a little accident that can happen to anyone." Miyuki sniffed. "So can I...have a shower?" "Sure," said Naoko. "And how about I come and join you?" Miyuki had never been propositioned like this before. But she wasn't going to say no to such a gorgeous woman. "...OK?" Miyuki said awkardly. "Sounds fun." Looking down at her urine-streaked legs, Miyuki removed her soaked shoes and socks and entered the shower. As she removed her wet clothes, her heart raced in anticipation of what was going to happen next. While she'd never admit it to Naoko, she was a virgin, and she never thought she'd lose it like this. Sure enough, as she got the water running, Naoko came in naked. She was so beautiful Miyuki could say nothing. Her awe was then distracted by the shower running too cold. "Ow!" said Miyuki. "I'll help you with that," said Naoko, setting it to a more comfortable temperature. Her hand then moved from the dial to around Miyuki's bottom, and they began to embrace and kiss. Then, her hand slipped down to Miyuki's pussy. It felt so good that Miyuki could feel herself coming to orgasm after only a short time. She panted as the passion built inside her until she let out the most spectacular climax. Naoko was overwhelmed with passion and came herself, both ladies squealing from the intensity until they returned to their senses. "That was so hot," said Miyuki. "So good..." "I am rather good at it," said Naoko. "Seeing a woman have an accident like you did really turns me on." "Well, that's an odd thing," said Miyuki. "I've never heard of that before. Maybe I'm just sheltered." "It's called omorashi," said Naoko, "and it's such fun. I can make you into a princess of piss, if you want." "Well, that does sound...interesting," said Miyuki. "But first, I'd like to get my things from the car. And get some dry clothes on." "Understandable," said Naoko.
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  22. Hey everyone! I hope you enjoy this, my longest EVER commission for Omorashi.org, clocking in at OVER 22,000 words! If you want one commissioned for yourself, please DM me! Otherwise, enjoy! 🙂 THE MARVEL HYPNOSIS CRISIS Kamala Khan raced through the city, stretching her arms out in several punching attacks; trying to strike her nemesis. Unfortunately, Becky was fast and her plasma armour’s speed made cornering her difficult. Kamala’s fists smashed uselessly against walls, bins and one very unlucky pigeon, however, she soon spotted an opening. As her arch-nemesis fled inside a building, she activated the speed dial on her mobile. ‘Nakia, Zoe, Becky’s gone inside the building! Cut her off!’ said Kamala, preparing her body to break into the building; inflating her fists to the size of trash cans. ‘Let’s get this bitch’. Zoe’s words were immediately followed by the sound of Kamala’s fists punching through solid brick wall, as she raced inside. She was prepared for a fight, her classic superhero gear; based on her idol, Carol Danvers: A red, yellow and blue bodysuit, though her bottom half was largely red-tights and thick blue boots, yet it never dulled her enthusiasm for saving lives. Even if she didn’t look as good as Carol doing it, something Kamala had said to others at least a million times was: ‘Totally impossible, she’s perfect!’, she never stopped trying. Today, was another opportunity to prove that. Kamala’s arch-nemesis: ‘Lockdown’; though her real name was Rebecca St. Jude, had robbed a bank of several million dollars just over a month ago, using the money to fund some two-bit supervillain tech that Kamala and her friends had tracked to this abandoned apartment building. Nakia and Zoe were dressed in their tacky but enthusiastic Ms. Marvel costumes, ready to help their friend. ‘Embiggen!’ shouted Kamala, as she grew herself to be 8ft. tall; before smashing a wall that separated Lockdown from the trio of heroes. Unfortunately, they had walked right into her trap. For less than a second, Kamala, Nakia and Zoe could see they were staring at an advanced hypnosis machine; all three of them trapped within the chamber, while Becky stood at the other side of its harmful rays. She’d been playing with them the whole time and though Kamala tried to fight it, with seconds; all three heroes had been frozen. They could only stare in horror, as the ginger haired villainess approached them. Her shiny blue plasma armour glinted in the dim light, while her smile shone with evil; contemptuous malice. Even on her freckled face, it was still incredibly horrifying in its cruelty. ‘Well then. Now that I have you three under my command… let’s try some simple commands… stand on one foot!’. All three heroines instantly obliged, despite their minds screaming at them not to. ‘Zoe, spank Nakia’s ass’ said Lockdown; indulging in her petty, yet dangerous levels of power and personal hatred. Zoe’s head collided against Nakia’s bum less than one-second later, with both women internally blushing and cringing; yet Lockdown was in charge now. All they could do was try to fight, yet the effects were too powerful. ‘Nakia, run into that wall’. Immediately, Nakia began sprinting towards the far-left wall and after several seconds, crashed into it with a painful thud; falling, in pain, against the floor. Lockdown laughed cruelly. ‘Oh this is going to be fun… hmm? For you Kamala… let’s see… wet yourself’. Kamala’s eyes widened as she felt her body respond, despite every order in her brain screaming to disobey. But it was too late. Kamala found her arms and legs trembling badly, before she felt streams of hot, thick piss running down her red tights, sliding into her boots and forming a puddle around her. Lockdown’s eyes widened in shock; before she broke into laughter; the horrible kind that comes from a bully with power. ‘You’ll do anything I say… oh… OH THIS SHALL BE FUN’. THE NEXT MORNING Kamala Khan’s eyes slowly drifted open, moaning from the aches and pains in her body, as she looked around. She was in her dorm room with her friends Zoe and Nakia, both in sleeping bags at either side of her bed. Zoe was wearing a dark blue pair of pyjamas, Nakia, a green-eco-friendly pair with symbols of green-peace on it. Everything seemed normal, though Kamala felt strange. ‘How did we get here? What happened? Why can’t I remember last night?’. Feeling freaked out, Kamala looked around the room for any clues as to why her memory was gone and breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted her room’s wooden cabinet: Resting on top of a replica of Captain America’s shield were half a dozen empty vodka bottles and as her groggy mind properly woke up, she could see a bunch of glasses around the room. Kamala breathed a sigh of relief. Now she remembered what had happened: They were celebrating Lockdown’s recent imprisonment, largely thanks to their exposure of her crimes. Clearly, they had let their celebrations get too out of hand. ‘God, superheroes should not be allowed to get this drun- OW, my head’ said Kamala, moaning from the hangover; an intense splitting sensation between her eyes. ‘This is going to be a fun morning’. Over the next half hour, Zoe and Nakia were slowly coaxed back to the land of the living, a mixture of water bottles and cold flannels giving them the ability to think somewhat clearly again. ‘I can’t believe we got so wasted!’ said Nakia, shocked. ‘Honestly, this isn’t even that bad compared to what I used to do’ said Zoe. ‘I’m not proud of it anymore’ she said defensively, as Nakia gave her a judging look. ‘But frat parties are wild, so I’m kind of used to it’. ‘I swear, I am never drinking again’ said Kamala, still trying to nurse the headache from her skull. ‘Lies!’ said Nakia and Zoe simultaneously, laughing. Over the next few minutes, the girls got dressed and went their separate ways; continuing on with their normal days. However, Zoe and Nakia soon began to notice that something wasn’t right. Zoe was out shopping, looking for a new pair of crop shorts; hoping to impress Nakia, when she began to feel an uncomfortable twinge in her bladder. ‘Piss off’ she muttered; not seeing the irony, as she continued to look for new outfits. However, as time went on, she found more and more of her attention being distracted. Despite not usually struggling with her bladder, Zoe found herself swaying on her feet; doing a slight pee-pee dance behind the changing room curtains, as she changed between blue and red crop shorts, tried on different shirts and generally wondered how much she could spend on her credit card before her overdraft ran out. During this time however, her bladder let her get no peace. Now desperately crossing her legs, Zoe realised that she had badly underestimated her need to go and stumbled from the changing room, one hand down her tight blue crop shorts, trying to hold on for long enough to find the toilets. Spotting them across the food court, Zoe breathed a sigh of relief and began squirming towards them; still desperately holding herself like a little girl, as children and parents alike stared at her disapprovingly. ‘God this is so cringe!’ thought Zoe, as she reached the halfway point towards the toilets. ‘I look like a little fucking girl. Well, at least I’m nearly… no! Oh my god no! Zoe felt a burst of pee spray through her fingers, soaking the red panties underneath her crop shorts; while leaving a golf-ball sized wet spot on her shorts. Freezing still, more people turned to stare in confusion and then in shock, as they saw glistening wet patches running down the college student’s legs. Whispers, insults and laughter began to ring out across the food court, as Zoe stood; rooted to the ground, her bladder totally giving way as her face turned bright red. She tried desperately to stop but it was too late and the gold-ball sized patch on her crop shorts became a soaking fountain, spreading from the front and around her bum; as Zoe began to completely wet herself. Pee sprayed out around her in hot golden streams, soaking into her socks, trainers and gathering in a puddle, while Zoe’s body trembled; the young woman herself lost to shock and dismay. ‘I can’t believe it! How could I have an accident?! OMG, this is the worst thing ever! I’m acting like a fucking nine-year old! What is wrong with me?!’. Unseen to her, a young woman’s IPhone recorded Zoe’s public accident from among the crowd, as a devious laugh was supressed. Meanwhile, Nakia wasn’t doing much better. She and a group of college friends had been protesting outside of a Starbucks, a dozen or so of them holding placards and handing out leaflets to any passers who would listen. They were campaigning for fair-trade prices for all cocoa bean farmers who supplied the mega-bean corporation, something Nakia had been invested in ever since she had spent an evening watching a documentary about it with Zoe; crying into her shoulder for most of it. Unfortunately, it was a rainy Sunday and those who were out on the streets weren’t especially motivated to take flyers, most mumbling empty courtesies, a few throwing insults. Nakia was not thrilled at having been called a: ‘Socialist slag’ five separate times, just for insisting farmers be paid a decent wage. However, something else was troubling her even more. Since arriving, she’d had an upset stomach, cramping up at in-opportune moments and causing her to nearly double over in pain. Not wanting to leave the handful of her fellow protestors; as she was their unofficial leader, she’d fought through it but now, a new and hideously embarrassing side-effect had begun to make itself known. ‘BRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH’. Nakia groaned quietly as she felt a thick fart burst from her bottom, a thin high pitch whine in the Sunday rain, as her tightly jean-clad bum stretched from the effort of releasing such a loud, long fart. Still relatively quiet; drowned out by the ambience of the street, her fellow protestors hadn’t noticed her doing it but they were already smelling it. ‘Oh god, that’s foul, WTF!’. ‘Why does it smell like a dead rat here?’. ‘Council doesn’t give a shit about repairing the sewers, too busy taking all-expenses holidays, while we still have homeless everywhere. God, that reeks!’. Nakia blushed with embarrassment, glad no-one realised it was her but also feeling incredibly uncomfortable. ‘Come on, get it together!’ she said to herself. ‘You’re not some dickhead boy at highschool, stop letting these rip! You’re trying to help people, people who need you! Focus, deep breaths and control the butt! (Inhales) That’s it! (Exhales) I can do this (Inhales) I can keep control (Exhales) and nothing will stop m-’. ‘PPPPPPPPRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSQQQQQQQQQQQQQQEEEEEEESSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHPPRRRRRFFFFFFFSSSSSSQQQQQQHHHHEEEESSSSSH’. Nakia’s fart was so loud and unexpected, it not only turned all of her fellow protestor’s heads instantly towards her but several people on the streets nearby, who shook their heads contemptuously at her. If that had been it, Nakia’s cheeks; burning red as they now were, might have shown enough embarrassment from that alone. However, the smell was already filling people’s noses and her friends began to gag, tears filling their eyes; simultaneously laughing and appalled, as the horrid gassy smell wafted in through their noses, almost unspeakably bad for a bum as cute, perky and small as Nakia’s. ‘Oh my god Nakia, what kind of processed shit are you eating?’. ‘That’s foul!’. ‘What the hell, can you not Nakia? I feel like I can hardly breath!’. ‘Call the Avengers, someone just let off a dirty bomb in the city!’. Nakia trembled in fear, trying to laugh off the teasing but she was utterly repulsed. Not just by the enormous fart that she had just shared with her friends but because; right now, Nakia Bahadir, a young, talented, passionate Muslim woman: Bold, creative and brave, had just completely shit herself like a pre-school child, right in front of her friends. It had started as soon as the fart came out, her anus opening up completely against her will and a thick, mushy log of shit pouring into her tight white cotton panties. A river of poo had then flooded forth, completely filling her underwear, squishing against her bum and causing small pieces to begin running down the inside of her blue jeans and down her legs. Nakia’s only saving grace was that; due to her hatred of western thongs, she wore boring thick grandma-style panties, as well as a green coat that was hanging down to her knees. Elsewise, a mountain of Nakia’s shit would have been visible under her clothes; rather than the thick, wet brown spot; hidden underneath her coat, that had turned that area of her blue jeans, dark, soggy brown. ‘You okay Nakia? You look pale…’. ‘Y-yeah, I’m fine! I-I just, n-need, bathroom. Period stuff’ she said weakly, before rushing away; her walk awkward, trying not to drop more shit down her trousers. The protests looked at each other, confused. ‘What was that about?’ asked one of them. A young woman; around their age, with dark red hair and a wicked smile, took a pamphlet from one of their hands, giggling. ‘Oh don’t worry about your friend… I’m sure she’ll be just fine’. Nakia practically fell into the restaurant toilet, bolting the cubicle door behind her and breathing heavily for several seconds trying to calm her racing heart. ‘Oh my god, I just shit myself, again! What the hell is going on today?’. Nakia slowly; groaning with disgust, pulled down her filthy jeans off her legs and was horrified at the mess: Dirty, brown shit; with an absolutely foul stench of homemade egg and cress sandwiches, was covering her underclothes and her bum felt like she might as well be wearing an overfilled diaper: So utterly clogged and filthy were her panties. Pouring what shit she could from them and her jeans into the toilet, she managed to clean the worst smearing off her legs with the help of some tissues and soap in her green backpack; though she’d need at least scolding showers before she felt truly clean again. The panties; despite her best efforts, were pretty much-a-write off, so she placed them into a side pouch of her backpack, along with a thick red pair from this morning, which had several skid-marks and pee stains in them, causing Nakia to roll her eyes at the sight. Having an accident while walking to the protest had been bad enough, wearing the spare-set of panties from the clothes she kept in her backpack in case a friend was raped was worse; yet to then have another accident?! ‘I must be stressing out too much!’ thought Nakia, though she didn’t entirely believe it. ‘Guess I need to take things easier for a while. Maybe stick to online activism for a bit. I’ll worry about that later though…’. Nakia exited the bathroom, relieved no-one had entered while she cleaned herself up; though unbeknownst to her, Becky had caught the entire thing on tape via a hidden camera in the ventilation shaft. Walking out of the restaurant, she began to make her way home; determined to have a shower and put this weird day behind her. However, around halfway there, Nakia grimaced as she felt her tummy rumbling in a familiar and frightening way. ‘Oh no! Not again!’. Kamala by contrast was going through changes of her own; however, the way she responded was quite different. The hypnotic programming for Kamala was far more advanced and so, the young heroine didn’t see anything out of place with her behaviour, as she began to do some combat training in her dorm room. ‘Alright Kamala, you got this, you got this… noIdon’tgotthis!’ she screamed, falling on her ass; as her attempt to do a backflip kick failed. Shrinking the wrong parts of her body had caused her to do an inadvertent splits and she struggled to get back up again. However, as she was doing this, a loud fart ripped from between her bum, causing both bum cheeks to increase to an obscenely large level. The cheeks expanded, now both the side of dinner-trays; thick as two car tires, with a fleshy tightness that allowed Kamala to sway to her feet but then left her unsteady. ‘Woah, easy dumb butt, let’s get you under control!’. Practicing her kicks, Kamala felt another fart building but decided to keep training. Her black hair flew over her shoulders as she kept enlarging parts of her body, practicing hits on a punching bag; though a series of small farts escaped her tightly held butthole. ‘Prrrrfffhhhh’. ‘Pffffffff’. ‘Prrrfhhssss’. As Kamala kept practicing, she suddenly felt a much larger one rip free; enlarging her butt massively, to the point that she found herself suddenly off-balance again. ‘Crap!’. She hit the floor softly; thanks to enlarging her arms to a cushy size, however the impact caused a massive pain in her tummy and massively expanded her ass, to the point that it was now four times larger than the thighs and torso it was attached too. ‘Come on body, work with me’ begged Kamala, frustrated that her usual training issues were playing up today. Of course they weren’t normal at all, however Kamala no longer knew that. Half-a-mile away, the-red haired villainess sat; crying with evil laughter, as she watched her computer monitor with incredible glee. Watching Kamala act like this was the most fun she’d had in months and she kept slapping the table in amusement, struggling to breathe through the laughter, as she saw the heroine fall over from her massively over-inflated ass and high-powered farts. Becky’s legs were trembling with intense laughter and she sat in a white-skirt, red-shirt and red thong panties, at the secret hideout she had made her own. Admittedly, it was just a rented apartment with stolen money and a false name but still! It was a villainess’s hideout! That had to be impressive! As she kept laughing, Becky suddenly felt a burst of pee soak her red-thong panties and immediately straightened up; no longer laughing, as she shook off the laughter. ‘That wasn’t pee… that was sweat! Unlike those idiots, I don’t just have accidents like a toddler when I need to go! I use the bathroom whenever I want and don’t need to rush’. Despite this thought, Becky hurriedly stood up and raced to the toilet; just to make sure she had no further leaks… Meanwhile, Kamala’s overstretched body; in more ways than one, had reached its limit. Kamala felt what was happening a few seconds before it did and though she brought her knees tightly together, it didn’t stop what came next. ‘Oh not this again!’ moaned Kamala but it was too late. Kamala Khan’s training shots began to get soaked with piss, as the young hero lost control of her bladder. Pee burst through her blue Captain Marvel underwear and into the white-shorts, turning them a light yellow shade, as a series of stinky fishy farts continued to pulsate from her butt. Kamala let out a high pitch whine, as her enlarged butt dumped pee all over her legs and knees. She had; in her memories at least, experienced this dozens of times before, so was used to it by now but still didn’t enjoy the feeling and waited impatiently for it to be over. ‘Ugh, so gross’ moaned Kamala, as her accident finally stopped and she lay; stretched out, in a large puddle of pee. She knew it was the price she paid for being an inhuman, for being super-powered and able to help save the world. Even so, she hoped; in a few more years, she’d grow out of it completely. Until then, she just needed to control it, especially as; to her delight, she had a training session with her idol and role model, Carol Danvers AKA Captain Marvel, in just a few short weeks. Kamala was determined everything would go perfectly and resolved herself to keep training in preparation, so she could impress her hero. ‘I’ll do that’ decided Kamala. ‘Right after I get out of these wet clothes!’. TWO WEEKS LATER Kamala was breathing heavily, sweat on her brow, as she nervously knocked on the door of the log cabin. She knew it was silly but Everytime she went to see her mentor and idol; Carol Danvers, it left her paralysed with fear when first arriving. Kamala worshipped the ground Carol walked on and as such, was constantly worried that Carol would one day grow mad at her for something she’d done or failed to do, refusing to help train her. In her worst nightmares, Carol would even demand Kamala no longer use her old moniker; the very thought of which had left her waking up in a cold sweat more than once. Still, she needn’t have been worried, as Carol opened the door and smiled upon seeing Kamala. ‘Hey, you ready for some training?’ said Carol enthusiastically, punching her fist to an open-palm for dramatic effect. Carol was dressed in her bomber jacket and a tight pair of dark blue jeans, her butt cheeks accentuated well by the fabric. Despite the fact she could enlarge and shrink her body, Kamala felt jealous at her idol’s natural beauty and then blushed; realising she’d been staring at her role model’s ass for way too long. ‘Y-yep, I’m ready, let’s do this!’. The two walked to a training area Carol had set up in the trees, with dozens of targets: Plastic dummies, repurposed ULTRON drones, AIM tanks, all ready for them to demolish for practice. As they approached, neither noticed that they were beginning to show visible signs of being desperate for the toilet. Kamala had crossed her legs several times on the walk over, while Carol; having been hypnotically programmed by Kamala last night under trance, was regularly holding herself, one hand stuffed down her jeans and clutching a pair of slightly damp red panties against her trembling, overworked pussy. For now, neither of them had noticed the other’s strange behaviour. This was about to change. ‘Marvel, morpho punches, three tanks; on your left!’ shouted Carol. Kamala’s enlarged fists punched through the AIM vehicles like paper, crushing their turrets underneath her fists; now hard as diamond. ‘Captain, photon blasts on Ultron drones at Point 2.5!’ responded Kamala, watching in awe as her hero blasted apart the training robots like they were made of clay. ‘I have such a girl crush, it’s embarrassing’ thought Kamala Khan; though it wasn’t romantic, just pure admiration. The two were practicing combo-takedowns on enemy factions and for Kamala, it was a dream come true. Spending time with her hero; fighting bad guys… well, sort of. It would have been cooler if they were actual bad guys, not training drones; she thought. Still, she was sure they would get their chance soon enough. ‘Marvel, civvies to hero’ shouted Carol, Kamala nodding quickly. In battle, sometimes a hero is launched into a fight before they can transform into their recognisable armour and costumes. However; as every hero with a secret identity knew, and even those who cared about basic branding, it was ill-advised to fight too long in civilian gear. As such, each would transform at a moment’s opportunity into their specialised costume and this was what Kamala now did. Throwing a STARK-tech nano-ejector towards Captain Marvel, she hit the button on her own and felt a tight costume slide over her body in a manner of femtoseconds; absorbing her regular clothes into the ejector, itself condensed into a pocket in their uniforms. There was just one problem… ‘Training drones, halt! Security override: Talos’. The drones immediately stopped firing, as Carol Danvers looked towards Kamala; annoyed. Momentarily confused, the young heroine looked towards her mentor and blushed bright-red when she realised what had happened. ‘This is your gear! You’ve got them mixed up!’. Carol Danvers body was now covered in the red, yellow and blue, homemade burkini suit that was Kamala’s superhero costume, while Kamala herself was now in Carol’s tight black and yellow leather: A retro costume that Carol used when training with Kamala. She had to admit, the change made her feel very powerful; embarrassed as she was, while Carol now looked like an overgrown high-school student, yellow locks running down, below her shoulders, with the red tights sticking tightly to her legs. ‘I’m so sorry Carol, I didn’t mean-’. ‘-You can’t make a mistake like that on the battlefield Kamala, it will waste time and lives could be lost’. ‘I-I know, I’m… I’m…’ Kamala tailed off, her face suddenly turning pale white. ‘… Kamala?’. ‘ARGH! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFGGHGHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSS’. Kamala screamed, clutching her belly intensely; as a sharp pain ripped through her from her thighs down to the bottom of her bum. It was immediately followed by an extremely loud fart, emanating from Kamala’s backside, as her perky young bottom suddenly tripled in size, pushing out the tight leather of Carol’s costume, while the young girl’s long, putrid fart and powers strained the suit’s integrity. Carol stared in disbelief, as Kamala gaped in horror; wishing that a supervillain would just blow up the world, so she could be dead and not have to face her mentor’s response to her disgusting behaviour. However, rather than a scolding, Carol’s next reaction was one of mutual confusion, frustration and fear. ‘BRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! BRRRRRR!!!! BRRRRRRR!!!! PSRRFFFFFFFHHHHH!!!!!!’. Carol let out a series of high-powered farts, each one causing photon blasts to rip through the back of Kamala’s tights; exposing Carol’s sexy, shaking bum to the young hero, causing her to blush scarlet red. The smell was awful, thick, intense; with an electric tanginess from the cosmic energy, as Carol stared down at her own body, bewildered. ‘What the hell?! Argh! BRRRRFFFFFFFPPPPPPHHHSHHSHSSH’. Another round of intense, stinky photon farts blew through the hole in Carol’s suit, as Kamala recoiled from the smell. ‘Oh, gross, gross, gross! I’m literally dying’ she moaned, as Carol Danvers whole body turned scarlet red with embarrassment. ‘Kamala I’m so sorr… OH NO. No, no, no, no, no!’. Captain Marvel screamed as a hot, wet blast of photon empowered shit blast straight from her asshole, spattering the forest floor beneath her at super-speed. Kamala stared in shock, while Carol looked horrified, as several less powerful bursts caused clumps of shit to run down the back of Carol’s legs; smudging over Kamala’s red tights. Kamala, practically struck dump until this moment, suddenly felt an intense pang of pain burst through her own body and gasped, as a huge streak of pee flooded through Carol’s tight black leather costume. It ran down Kamala’s exposed legs in several streams, as the young heroine felt lightheaded and shocked. ‘Oh god, I’m peeing Captain Marvel’s supersuit! No, no, no, this can’t be happening! Holy shit!’. Her shock did not slow down the accident in the slightest however, as Kamala Khan continued to wet herself; piss forming into a puddle beneath her, while a sickening amount went down her black leather leggings and into her boots, her toes now sploshing around uncomfortably inside her own piss. ‘Argh, so gross, Captain, I’m so sorry!’ cried Kamala, tears running down her face. The elder hero barely heard her, too busy crapping herself in a humiliating display to even fully register what had happened to Kamala. Carol couldn’t believe this was happening. She was Carol Danvers, a legendary hero; who had saved the world countless times. She was not a panty-pooping; obliterating in this case, little girl who couldn’t hold herself during training. She could not have been more mortified. Kamala meanwhile was no less happy. ‘I can’t believe I’m having an accident in front of my hero! This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me!’ thought Kamala, as she felt her stomach building up for one last; awful, display. ‘Oh god no. Please, please, no… ARGH!!!!’. Kamala screamed, as she felt her butt enlarge to a ridiculously out of proportion size for her body; as Carol finally snapped out of her self-pity, realising what was happening to the young hero. Unfortunately, she could do nothing but watch as Kamala Khan let out the largest, smelliest, most horrific smelling fart that Carol had ever had the misfortune of coming near her nose, before the inevitable followed. ‘PPPPPPPRPRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSS!’. Large, thick clumps of shit; extended well beyond human size by Kamala’s enlarged butt, began to slide from her exhausted asshole, pouring through her anus and stretching against the black-leather. Pulled to breaking point, the leather snapped open and Kamal’s knees trembled as piss and shit began to run down her bum, over her knees and down the back of her ankles; drenching her and her idol’s suit in filth. Mentally and physically exhausted, the immense pain of humiliation; yet physical relief of losing control, caused Kamala to collapse backwards, her massive bum falling into the pile of enormous shit she’d left on the forest floor. The young heroine sobbed; devastated, as more continued to push its way through, leaving her absolutely devastated. Carol looked on sympathetically. Though she was incredibly embarrassed, she knew how much Kamala looked up to her and how devastating this must be on the young hero. Putting her own needs to the side, she walked; uncomfortably in her ruined clothes, up to the sobbing hero, whose accident had finally come to an end, offering her a hand up. ‘We obviously trained too hard today’ said Carol confidently, unaware that she was being hypnotically programmed to believe this. ‘Come on Kamala, let’s get cleaned up’. Kamala looked up, tears in her eyes, though she didn’t take Carol’s hand; as her own were still covered in piss from when she’s tried to hold back her accident. ‘I don’t deserve any of this’ said Kamala despondently. ‘I’m not a hero, I’m just a stupid little girl from New Jersey. Just leave me’. ‘That’s an order Ms. Marvel’ said Carol more firmly. ‘You aren’t giving up because of this’. ‘The world still needs you’. Kamala looked towards Carol again, who gave a slight nod of affection. Smiling weakly, she realised that Carol was right. No matter how embarrassing this was, she had to keep fighting to get stronger, better; more controlled. For all those who couldn’t. Kamala Khan took Carol Danvers hand. A FEW DAYS LATER Jennifer Walters sat in her lawyer’s office, squirming at her desk. For the last several hours, she had been feeling an unusual need to use the bathroom that had been interfering with her regular legal practice. Normally, she arranged meetings with clients while in She-Hulk form; particularly with domestic abuse survivors, as it made them feel safer to be represented in court when going up against their abusers. Yet today, she had been alternating between her forms at random and her body kept shifting between extremes. One minute, she had been fine; the next, she was squirming under her desk, her tight green legs clamped tightly together, as she tried not to piss herself in her pinstripe trousers while listening to cases where New York’s struggling women had been beaten halfway around the block by their former high-school sweethearts, turned mean drunks after their football careers had fallen through. Right now, she was hearing a less serious case but unfortunately, that in and of itself was proving to be a problem for her, as this latest client had an unusual story to tell: ‘So, you’re saying the phone company experimented on you for their products by inserting computer chips in your ass?’ asked Jennifer in disbelief. ‘I know it sounds crazy but I have all the evidence right here!’ said the woman in her early 20’s, a thin, blonde with raggedy hair and deep blue eyes, wearing tight red jeans. Jennifer looked over the paperwork and at first; while cynical, the answer to the weirdness of this case became abundantly clear. Moxwell Phones was a front business for the Kingpin; New York’s most notorious crime boss, which she had come across many times in her repeated legal battles in court, as well as superhero escapades. Once, she and Spiderman had even had the unfortunate pleasure to end up in a three-way brawl with the muscle-bound madman. Terrifyingly, he had managed to go toe-to-toe with both of them for several minutes and even briefly knocked her unconscious with a metal beam, until Spiderman; badly injured but fighting on as ever, had done the same to him by chucking him into a stack of hundreds of loose gravel bags. She figured that Fisk must be using this business as a front for human trafficking and drug smuggling, with the computer chips story being a lie told to unwitting and poorly educated marks; allowing them to move large amounts of cocaine discretely around the city, without their victims being marked by the FBI, superheroes or other criminal gangs as the usual couriers. “Please say you believe me!’ begged the woman, tears in her eyes. ‘Mrs. Williams, I do’ said Jennifer sympathetically. ‘Please, explain your full story to me’. As she said this, Jennifer regretted her words only seconds later as she felt a huge desire to fart building up in her ass and took a slow, deep breath in order to calm it down. Her bladder was aching and she cursed her luck for having attended training with Ms. Marvel, Spider-Woman, and Peggy Carter the other day, clearly having exhausted her body too much after recovering from a recent supervillain’s attempt to poison the eastern United States water supply. Little did she know; at the end of that training session, when all the superheroines had gathered around a TV screen to review their training footage, Kamala had played a pre-recorded hypnosis video that had subtly programmed hypnotic behaviours into all of them, the main one of which was now affecting Jennifer. ‘I was applying for jobs, my rent was overdue and I needed money badly. Then, these two guys approached me in a bar and said that; for a few night’s work, I could get paid good money if I was willing to do some unorthodox stuff. I’m not prudish, I figured they just wanted sex but then they took me to this warehouse and I got really scared. I tried to leave but they wouldn’t let me and then they said that if I didn’t allow them to do their work, then they would hurt me and that I didn’t want to mess with their boss’. Jennifer listened sympathetically but she was struggling to concentrate, as she noticed her thick, green arm was beginning to transform back into a light, creamy pale human one and she felt a long, silent fart slowly escape from her clenched buttocks; the smell of ham and honey sandwiches beginning to fill her nose, as she struggled not to gag. Hiding her arm, she tried to will her body to stay as the She-Hulk and clenched her legs tightly together; her intense need to pee and shit beginning to feel seriously painful. ‘Go on’ said Jennifer, her voice strained with the exertion of her now failing body beginning to break down. ‘They told me that they were going to put computer chips inside my ass as a test for their new products and said that if I went to certain places each day for a week, then I’d be paid $1000 at the end and no one need ever know. Every time I got to the locations, I’d get woozy and pass out for a few minutes, then wake up with my whole body feeling sore and scar marks on my butt’. ‘I think Kingpin’s, ah… gang, used you as a hmm, drug mule said Jennifer desperately, now bouncing in her seat repeatedly; as she felt a massive burst of tension building that she somehow knew would completely wreck her bladder control. ‘What?!’ screamed the woman. ‘Those bastards!’. Jennifer; unable to take it any longer, rose to her feet and tried making her way to her office’s bathroom but Mrs. Williams blocked her path. ‘Mrs. Walters please, you’ve got to take my case! I know you’re a hero, you’ll help me, right? Please say you’ll help me?’. ‘I…’ said Jennifer, feeling incredibly faint, as one of her green legs reverted back to human form; causing her trousers to sag immensely, as her whole body shook. The woman finally noticed Jennifer’s unusual behaviour, frowning in confusion. ‘Are you alright?’. ‘I… I… I can’t hold it!’. Her large, green asshole let rip an immensely loud fart, as Jennifer turned bright red in humiliation and the woman stared at her incredulously. ‘BBBBBRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!’. ‘What the fuck?!’ said Mrs. Williams angrily. ‘Is this some kind of sick joke?’. ‘No, I’m so sorry, I need-’ started Jennifer but it was too late. She took one step forward, then; her asshole opened again, spewing forth a massive amount of shit, immediately causing her pinstripe pants to fill with hot, thick, sludgy crap, as an utterly foul smell filled the air. ‘Oh my god!’ gagged the woman. Jennifer’s whole body began to go haywire. Her arms and legs kept changing between her She-Hulk appearance and her human appearance, even splitting down the face with both, as she screamed in agony. The subsequent body changes caused her clothes to rapidly sag and then stretch, tearing holes at several places, as shit began to slide down her legs, while her asshole continued to expel more and more shit in heavy thuds, with much of it falling out through the holes in her pinstripe suit. She didn’t wear panties as they didn’t stretch enough, so nothing was restricting her breakfast from pouring out her bum as she trembled in humiliation, the heavy loads from She-Hulk causing her pinstripe pants to fall down, exposing her naked pussy to Mrs. Williams, as she began to lose the rest of her control and pee flooded down her legs, arcing out in a spray that caused the client to recoil back in horror; pee spilling into her shoes, while Jennifer Walters stood there, aghast, with her pinstripe suit trousers around her ankles, wetting and shitting herself; half-naked, like some kind of disobedient child who hadn’t been properly potty trained. ‘Fuck you!’ screamed the woman, turning in anger and yanking open the office door. ‘I trusted you and you treat me like this! No wonder people say never meet your fucking heroes!’. Mrs. Williams stormed out before Jennifer could stop her; though, in truth, she was too preoccupied to really try. Her accident continued unrestrained, as mounds of thick, brown shit; in log and clumpy shapes, fell over her black high-heeled shoes and the piss formed a massive puddle around her as Jennifer Walters; lawyer extraordinaire, continued to humiliatingly piss and shit herself, her clothes and her floor like a baby. Slowly, her asshole began to stop expelling shit and Jennifer’s body reverted to its all-green, She-Hulk form, trembling; an unusual sight for her, as piss dripped down her soaked, muscular legs and she felt the last of her accident pour from her body. She stood there for a few seconds, before punching her desk in frustration; leaving a huge hole through its corner. Sighing, Jennifer swore and stepped out of the muck. ‘This is my fifth accident this year!’ thought Jennifer. ‘If I don’t get this under control, clients are going to talk and I’m going to lose my license if I do this in a courtroom’. In truth, this was the first accident Jennifer Walters had experienced since grade school; however, the hypnotic trance had convinced her otherwise, making her believe that her She-Hulk body was suffering a multi-year long response to a viral infection, as an unfortunate form of mutated Gamma Poisoning. Despite her messy state, Jennifer Walters was still a hero; first and foremost, her heart going out to the poor client whose body had been used and abused by the Kingpin’s men, surgically tormented by shady criminals for a drug-trafficking scheme. She knew there was zero chance that Mrs. Williams would ever trust her again, however, she wasn’t the only lawyer in the city with special skills and; as much as she hated to help the competition, this seemed as good a time as any. Reaching out to her phone, she dialled a number she knew by heart: Nelson, Murdock & Page, where the legendary super-hero lawyer; as well as secretly the superhero Daredevil, resided. ‘Hi, this is Jennifer, can I speak to Matt? Yes, it’s urgent! Hi Matt! Yeah… I need your help. I’ve just messed things up with a client and I think you’ll be interested in what she has to say about hers’. ‘I’m sorry, we can’t afford to take on any new clients right now Mrs. Walters’ said Matt coolly but professionally, always the gentleman. ‘It’s a Fisk case’ she said bluntly. There was silence for a moment. ‘... Alright, I’m listening’. THE NEXT DAY Kate Bishop almost never missed. More specifically, she never missed her targets. Being trained by one of SHIELD’s most legendary agents; as well as being a prodigy archer in her own right, meaning that very little escaped her marksmanship. In battle, this meant that more than one supervillain; as well as countless drones, aliens, demons, vampires, warlocks, Werewolves, and living glass mannequins had met their end at her hand. During her days off, however, this was more of a fun party trick. Right now however, she was missing one thing: A bathroom. Kate Bishop was a young SHIELD protégé and experienced fighter; she was used to going without relief for long periods but something was unusual today. Her bladder felt uncomfortably full and she hoped her friend would be here soon. ‘Woah, sick girl! How’d you get so good at that?’ said an eighteen-year-old skater punk, having seen Kate throw three empty soda cans from the wall she was sitting on over 10ft., each one spinning on the bin’s rim and sliding in with perfect precision. ‘It’s a gift!’ she said sarcastically. ‘The gift of thousands of hours of work, blood, sweat and tears, broken bones, adrenalin rushes, self-loathing; you know, the works’. ‘Damn girl, okay! You waiting for someone?’ the boy said flirtatiously, sliding his bike in front of her. ‘Yeah, now scram!’ said Kate; annoyed, not wanting to deal with some random asshole right now. ‘Come on babe, don’t be like that’ said the boy; seemingly wanting to sign his own death warrant as he came into an uncomfortable leering distance of Kate’s boobs, tucked neatly inside her purple shirt. Moments before he would have got a broken nose, a friend grabbed Kate’s twitching arm. ‘He’s not worth it’s said Kamala, giving the boy a menacing stare, as he swore and cycled off; never knowing how close he came to a major beat-down. ‘What took you so long?’ said Kate. ‘Sorry, training these past few days has been crazy!’. ‘You take it so seriously’ said Kate flippantly, walking along the wall’s edge; as Kamala laughed. ‘Me?! You’re in the training grounds more than I am! You just want people to think you’re aloof to maintain this cool girl image!’. ‘Ooh, you’re right! … Is it working?’. ‘... Yeah, you are pretty awesome!’. Kate laughed, giving Kamala a friendly shoulder-punch of affection, as the two young teens made their way into the city. Kate was dressed in tight black jeans, with a purple top, sunglasses, and had her hair thrown back; straight as an arrow, swaying gently in the midday sun. Kamala by contrast was wearing bright blue jeans, a red and yellow striped jumper; with a thin white vest underneath, her long brown hair in a tangled mess. Coincidentally, both were wearing thin grey cotton panties. There was no hypnosis involved in that, however, just a similar taste in clothing stores. Unbeknownst to either of them, however, there: ‘Girl’s Afternoon Out’ had been set up through Becky; determined to humiliate Kate, who had assisted Kamala as a friend in stopping several of her prior schemes. However, she dare not try to secretly film her accident; even in plain clothes and hidden. Her hypnotic programming couldn’t undo years of SHIELD training and Kate was exceptionally observant, even by their standards. Instead, she had Kamala wearing a hidden camera; hidden inside her scarf. She’d also had Kamala slip diuretics into the water bottles at Kate’s house earlier that morning; Kamala knowing the password to get past Kate’s home defences. Since arriving for her meetup with Kamala, Kate had slowly been feeling more and more uncomfortable, as the diuretics forced their way through her system and she’d regretted downing those sodas now. As they walked, Kate searched the environment for toilets but was unable to find any; much to her annoyance. Kamala; under Becky’s careful guidance, had chosen the location well. There wasn’t a working toilet, bus stop, or stable phone reception for miles, and those diuretics were fast-acting. Becky laughed back at headquarters; watching the incident slowly play out through a camera feed. She knew that Kate didn’t have much time and she was right. Kate was now occasionally holding herself; though still trying to be discrete, swaying on the pathway they were on heading towards the city. Kamala; also having drunk some of the diuretic water, Becky never missing an opportunity to humiliate her, was beginning to struggle. Her butt kept randomly expanding inside her jeans, inflating to comical levels; nearly twice her size, as small farts escaped her backside. ‘PRRFFFFF, PRRFFF, PFFFFSH!!’. ‘Damn Kamala, what you been eating lately? That being said, I can’t really talk; feel like I ate gravel for breakfast, my stomach is killing me. This is weird, I never get this kind of stuff’ said Kate, confused. ‘Really? Happens to me all the time’ said Kamala resignedly. ‘Side effect of my powers’. Kate looked surprised. ‘You’ve never mentioned that before. Damn girl, that sucks. Guess it’s not always bad not having invincible skin or being stretchy enough to be a human trampoline’. ‘Hey!’ said Kamala, laughing in mock outrage. ‘For what it’s worth though, I don’t think you’re any less super without the powers’. ‘I wasn’t fishing for compliments Kam!’ said Kate defensively. ‘I know. Just wanted to say’. ‘Thanks Kamala’ said Kate, genuinely serious for a moment. ‘I mean it’. ‘You’re welcome’. The two young heroes’ sweet moment was interrupted as their desperate needs for the toilet grew worse. Kate was now walking with tightly clamped legs, while Kamala was openly holding herself, both girls clearly in pain, as their bladders filled to an uncomfortable level. Though neither would admit it, both had wet spots in their grey knickers that they were well aware wasn’t sweat and knew it wouldn’t be long before small leaks became huge accidents. ‘Jesus Kamala, why did you make us meet in this isolated dump?’ asked Kate, annoyed; finally beginning to openly hold herself, as she took a break from walking along the dirty canal to the city, the sound of water rushing by not helping her condition. ‘I’m sorry, Google Maps said it was a faster route! I’m not that great with directions!’. Kate gave Kamala an odd look; knowing that was unlike her, as Kamala normally had a good eye for where to meet up. Before she could consider it further, a massive rip of pain split through her stomach and Kate moaned in agony, squatting down and holding her stomach in frustration. Kamala gasped in shock and Kate in horror as a small stream of wee; lasting for three seconds long, burst through the crotch of Kate’s tight black jeans, pouring through her grey cotton underwear and onto the cobblestone below. ‘Right, that’s it!’ said Kate desperately. ‘I’m losing it; I’m going behind that tree!’. If Kamala had been in her right mind, she’d have been tearing at her own jean zipper to do the same; despite the embarrassment and risk of going in public. However, Becky had accounted for this possibility in her hypnotic programming and had made sure that Kamala would do everything in her power to prevent her friends and fellow heroes escaping their accidents this way. ‘What?!’ said Kamala, outraged. ‘Kate, you can’t go there, what if there are cameras!’. ‘Oh, so you’d rather I piss myself on camera than go behind a bush?’. ‘You don’t need to do either, neither of us do!’ said Kamala; though deep down, she didn’t believe it, as she was already doing the pee-pee dance and desperately holding herself between her thighs. ‘We can find a toilet somewhere!’. ‘There’s no time, I’m about to go, hold on yourself if you want to!’. Kate began to unzip her trousers, however, Kamala’s programming kicked in, and just as she’d slid them down to her knees; racing to pull her grey panties down, Kamala’s hands stretched over and knocked Kate’s own away, pulling up her trousers in a fast yank. ‘Fuck off Kam, what the hell?!’ said Kate angrily. ‘Why are you being such a… an… oh no!’. Kate tried to pull her trousers down again but they weren’t even below her knees as a loud, smelly, putrid fart ripped through the air, and pee flooded through her grey knickers; before forming a waterfall of golden streams that ran straight downwards, though a few streams broke loose, spraying her jeans and Kate’s legs and shoes. Kamala wanted to look away but the hypnotic programming didn’t even let her truly consider the idea, as Kamala felt her own need to go accelerate to critical levels. ‘Fuck, fuck… fuck, I can’t hold it!’ screamed Kamala, her butt letting out an enormous fart as it expanded to obscene levels. ‘PRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS’. With every second it went on, Kamala began to wet and shit herself simultaneously. Both flooded into her panties together, filling them in a second as golden streams ran down the front of her legs, over her knees and showing up as a massive, expanding wet patch on her jeans and crotch, while thick brown streams; shit mixed in with piss, went down the back, leaving her jeans bum area with a massive brown stain on it, that was only getting bigger, stinkier and more embarrassing by the second. Both superheroes continued to wet themselves; Kamala’s shitting accident being especially horrifying for her, not even happening during training. False memories told her this wasn’t unheard of for her but even so, it had been a while; at least three months in her head, since the last one and she thought she’d been moving past it. It was embarrassing; no, mortifying shame to have that turn out not to be the case when out with her friend Kate. She also felt awful for accidentally making her own accident worse, unsure of why she felt so honour-bound to stop her as if her role as a superhero should prioritize preventing young, eighteen year-old-girls; on the verge of an accident, from using an emergency toilet area. ‘I-I’m so sorry Kate!’ said Kamala; tears running down her face, as she ran off in shame, realizing what she had done to her friend by what she’d thought was her stubborn pride. ‘Kamala!’ screamed Kate angrily, though as she heard her friends sobs; despite everything, she felt sorry for her. Kamala hadn’t meant for this to happen. ‘She’s such a stupid bitch!’ moaned Kate, before feeling guilty at the comment. ‘Come on, no she’s not, she just made a mistake. Sure, she chose a bad location and didn’t seem in any hurry, then stopped me… but… ah, she’s just a do-gooder. Aren’t all heroes like us though? Yeah but this isn’t like her. Not really’ thought Kate, suddenly feeling suspicious. Kamala was definitely aspiring to be what Clint jokingly referred to as a ‘Parrot’ AKA a hero who is always prattling off speeches, inspiring quotes, and obeying the rule to the letter; never wavering on their principles, believing that would make her a better hero and would make Carol Danvers proud of her. But even so, Kate realized that something was off. Kamala may be a little tightly wound sometimes; sure, but she could be practical and she didn’t consider crime-fighting to be stopping one of her friends from avoiding a major and humiliating accident. Something was wrong. Trying to ignore the pee on her legs and jeans, Kate carefully slid off all the clothes on her bottom half; making sure she was hidden from any passing strangers, as well as other prying eyes she was now wary of, before attaching the sodden panties to a small arrowhead she pulled from her pocket. She always kept a mini-compact bow and a few arrowheads with her in most civilian circumstances, in case she ever needed to take down the odd mugger or; worst case scenario, a shooter when she wasn’t on active duty. Technically, using it for this purpose wasn’t the most appropriate use of her skills as a master archer but she figured that this was an unusual circumstance and could be justified if anyone ever found out about it. Probably. Pulling back her bow and releasing, the panties were flung on the edge of an arrowhead and the shot was perfect; sliding the arrow into a gutter, while the panties got stuck at the top of a pipe, where leaves would quickly obscure them from the very limited view anyone could already have. She’d return tonight and collect them, once she hightailed it back to her apartment and did three things. Firstly, a shower. The pee on her jeans and legs was beginning to cool and she didn’t like the sensation when warm; let alone icy. Secondly, she was going to do a blood test; to check if she had been poisoned with some kind of nerve agent or diuretic. Finally; if she had been, she was going to contact one of Kamala’s friends. She had all their numbers memorized; as she did with the close friends and family of all her Avengers and superhero teammates, in case they were ever injured or killed in battle. Kate couldn’t be sure who was in on this but knew who she could safely eliminate wasn’t. Whether others had noticed yet or not, something needed to be done. Something wasn’t right with Kamala Khan. THE PREVIOUS WEEK Gwen Stacy was baffled. Shocked. Terrified. All of the above. She was having; quite possibly, the most confusing week of her life. It had all started after a superhero training session, routine stuff. She’d done some fight training with Carol Danvers, Kamala Khan, Janet Van Dyne; a few others. Yet ever since then, things had been anything but normal. It had all started on the first day when; out of nowhere, a bright blue flash of light had engulfed her and she had gone from swinging in the city of New York she knew to a mid-2000’s version of the city that looked similar but was nothing like the world she knew. There were no Avengers, no alien invasions, no heroes… except one. Spiderman. She’d somehow ended up in an alternate world that only had a black-suited Spiderman, who seemed to be able to move around the city with incredible speed and skill that even she couldn’t match. To her shock, she soon realized that it was Peter Parker; learning his identity when she followed him from a distance, being careful not to trigger his Spidey-Sense as a threat. She also realized that he was really weird. For some reason, she’d seen him leave a clothing store the other day doing air thrusts and weird dance moves towards women; all while listening to ‘Funky Soul’ via his MP3 player and wireless headphones. That sight alone had made her bizarre journey almost worth it, however; she didn’t have time to question it. From there, her timeline jumping began in earnest. Today, she was at high school with Mary Jane; heading to band practice, where she was going to test a theory, hopefully before she jumped again. Gwen figured that the world-jumping was due to unstable DNA, ever since her battle as part of what she’d nicknamed the ‘Spiderverse’ incident, where she and a group of her parallel selves had battled Wilson Fisk. She figured that if the bands played their music together, the harmonies may combine with her unstable DNA patterns to form a more stable; eventually allowing her to stabilize and perhaps travel between universes at will. Currently, she’d been forced out within a handful of days each time; before the different dimensional energies ripped her apart. If she; as well as some of her alternate selves, had worked out the same conclusion, then multiple universes worth of Gwen Stacy Spiderwoman, in the same environment, should be able to create a ‘Multiverse Synchronisation Gateway’ and that was her ticket home. She knew she might only get one shot at this. She’d been trying it in a dozen different timelines; so far nothing, yet if she didn’t for any reason, then the others may achieve it without her, and then she’d be stuck as a permanent unstable presence between universes; forever. What she didn’t know is that her DNA had been set off by an unintended effect of Kamala’s hypnosis. The program had instructed Gwen to go far away from Kamala and begin placing herself into situations where she would be forced to suffer humiliating accidents. Her genetically altered mind; still not entirely understood by her or many Spidermen/Spiderwomen, had responded to this by manifesting a new ability from her DNA; already charged with multi-dimensional energy: She now had the ability to jump through parallel worlds at a whim. Unfortunately, Gwen needed to use this strange, risky, unreliable, and limited opportunity method to get control of it or she would never have a semblance of a normal life again. Naturally; during a time of immense personal crisis and stress, Gwen practically wanted to scream in annoyance as her bladder had filled rapidly this morning, leaving her now desperate for the toilet as she approached her band class. She wanted to go but she couldn’t risk it, so instead, she tightly clamped her legs and moved forwards. ‘You okay Gwen?’. It was this universe’s Mary Jane: A fiery redhead; like the vast majority, she’d seen, with huge boobs that this timeline’s version of Peter was staring at for half his time at college. Having slipped into the place of her alternate self, Gwen was dressed in a thin white skirt and dark blue cotton panties; with bare legs and white trainers, while Mary Jane wore a tight white tank-top and short red-skirt, with Gwen having glimpsed red lingerie on MJ earlier; much to her enjoyment. ‘Y-yeah, I’m fine, just tired. Still, need to focus if I’m gonna do well at band today’. ‘I know what you mean’ said MJ. ‘It gets so tiring sometimes. Come on tiger, let’s get this done, then we’ll go get Chinese food!’. MJ kissed her girlfriend’s cheek, causing Gwen to blush. In this timeline it seemed, they were partners and boy was she an enthusiastic lover. Gwen had initially wanted to decline her advances but had discovered earlier in her dimension-hopping that acting out of character for this version of herself in the timeline caused her to rapidly jump to a new one within minutes of her altered behaviour. Thankfully, she had the memories of each new Gwen she booted into another timeline, so could use that to stay in character. Giving MJ’s bum a gentle squeeze, the redhead giggled in delight and the two entered band practice, taking their seats, as Gwen felt a slight tanginess in the air. ‘Do you feel that?’ asked Gwen excitedly. ‘Feel what?’ asked MJ. ‘N-nothing, nevermind’. Realizing that no-one else could sense it, she realized it must be the beginning of a multiverse synchronization event and if she could just keep this going for a few minutes; she could be home! Desperately squirming in her seat, Gwen cursed her infuriatingly small bladder but fought through. This was her moment. She could not miss it for anything, least of all a bathroom break. Using her enhanced reflexes to put her hand up first when the teachers asked to play a song, she chose one that was meaningful to multiple versions of Spidermen and Spiderwomen everywhere, a song that paid tribute to a close friend and someone she wished could be her partner. Oh yes, she knew the exact song. ‘Yes, Mrs. Stacy? What shall we play?’. ‘Blackway & Black Caviar, What's Up Danger’. ‘Very well!’. The band began to play as Gwen smiled. She knew that; in many universes, this song meant the world to Miles: Playing it through his suit during the moment he truly became Spiderman, hyping himself up with music. She sometimes listened to it so she could imagine seeing him properly again and perhaps; one day, starting the relationship they know they could. Nothing was going to stop her now. Not a billion universes, not DNA gone wild and not her desperate need to pee, which now had her wriggling on her seat to the point that MJ was looking at her with a knowing stare. She didn’t care. This was it. Two-thousand on thermometers Two-thousand surroundin' us Travel two-thousand kilometers To hang out with us The tanginess in the air increased and Gwen smiled, though quickly grimaced too, as her desperation began to reach critical levels, feeling a small spurt of pee leak into her panties; as she blushed bright red. Even so, she could see bolts of electricity ricocheting off the wall and knew that now was not the time to stop. What's up, danger? (Danger) What's up, danger? (Danger) An intense fart escaped her that she was barely able to keep silent, as she felt reality began to fall apart around her; even as the band continued to play the music. She could feel bursts of pee soak her knickers and the putrid smell hit her nose but she could not, would not, be stopped. She kept playing as she felt herself lose control. Ayy, gettin' old, they doubted us Makes it that more marvelous Sign 'em up, 'cause I'm in this vibe and I get synonymous Pee was flooding over her skirt now, a wet patch expanding across her skirt and down her legs; as Mary Jane’s eyes widened in shock. ‘Gwen… you’re…’. ‘Out of here!’. Gwen felt her whole body fall forwards, as she was blasted into a vortex of unimaginable energy; as she screamed in terror. Piss and shit flooded over her legs in a matter of seconds, yet within a split-second, she was wetting her white spider-suit, then a red and yellow one with wings. Jeans, skirts, mountain gear, Hand Clan uniform, a Green Goblin Suit, Thor’s Armor, Oscorp research gear, Dr. Strange’s sorcery robes: She could feel her piss flooding inside hundreds of different costumes in a single moment; infinite versions of her wetting herself inside a moment of pure chaos at the heart of the multiverse. What's up, danger? Ayy, don't be a stranger 'Cause I like high chances that I might lose (lose) I like it all on the edge just like you, ayy I like tall buildings so I can leap off of 'em Then, she felt herself living a thousand lives and memories all at once. She saw one universe where Mary Jane and Peter Parker had her tied to a bed, with her squirming desperately in black lingerie; utterly bursting for a piss. Mary Jane was whispering sweet nothings in her ear, while Peter used his Spider-Sense to find every weak point in her body and was edging her on orgasm like nothing she had ever felt. The pleasure and desperation were indescribable. She felt Mary Jane slide over her, as hot pee flooded from Mary Jane’s own red Victoria secret panties and a loud fart emanated from her backside; shit and piss beginning to slide into the redhead’s lingerie and over Gwen’s stomach. ‘Let go Gwen’ whispered Mary Jane and Gwen’s own release, her own accident, her own orgasm, shook the whole multiverse with pleasure. I go hard wit' it no matter how dark it is I'm insane but on my toes I could keep the world balanced on my nose I had a slumber party wit' all my foes Now I wear 'em like a badge of honour all my clothes If I'm crazy, I'm on my own If I'm waitin', it's on my throne If I sound lazy, just ignore my tone 'Cause I'm always gonna answer when you call my phone Gwen felt her whole body vibrate with ecstasy, yet she kept falling through infinity and saw and felt a thousand more universes. Worlds where the Avengers fell and she; the last hero, turned back invasions at the survivors’ colonies from plague mutant zombies, the last Supervillains, and even Thanos, battling the Mad-Titan equipped with Spider sorcery that she could barely comprehend. Like, what's up, danger? (Danger) Like, what's up, danger? (Danger) D-don't be a stranger What's up, danger? Two-hundred miles-per-hour wit' a blindfold on (on) Mama always askin', "Where did I go wrong?" (wrong) What's up, danger? Ah, what's up, danger? She saw universes where Miles Morales, Peter Parker, and Mary Jane were holding her as a wife, then fighting her to the death as a brutal; ruthless, enemy. She watched beautiful displays of love and horrifying displays of hate and screamed in terror at all of those, yet still, she kept falling, every inch of her soaked in fear, piss, grief and pleasure. Traveled two-hundred miles, I'm knockin' at your door And I don't really care if you ain't done wrong, come on What's up, danger? (Danger) D-don't be a stranger (stranger) Gwen was horrified that she was going to be stuck in this chaos forever but she forced herself to concentrate. She could still hear the band’s music: ‘What’s Up Danger’, echoing across the entire spectrum of creation and she used it as her anchor. She envisioned her universe in her mind and suddenly, the vortex of creation began to take shape, feeling less chaotic and forming into pictures she could see in front of her: There it was! Her New York! Her home! But her heart was divided and the picture began to split into two, terrifying Gwen that she was about to lose it. ‘No!’, she screamed in absolute horror. I like it when trouble brews, I won't dare change I like it when there's turbulence on my airplanes I like it when I sense things I can't see yet Fortunately, the image wasn’t collapsing but showing possibilities: Two. She saw two universes ahead of her in the vortex and ahead, she saw the heroes and friends she knew, the world she’d grown up in, the people she’d fought for all her life. Then, she saw Miles; the Miles she’d fallen in love with, in his world, and knew that if she willed herself to, that she would end up in his universe and could stay there forever, free of the cursed divide between dimensions. She could be with the man she loved, as she felt his heartbeat with the music. Swimmin' with sharks when they ain't feed yet 'Cause I like high chances that I might lose I like it all on the edge just like you, ayy I like tall buildings so I can leap off of 'em I go hard wit' it no matter how dark it is For a brief moment, Gwen wanted to. She wanted to more than anything. But her world still needed her. Gwen knew that. One day, she would find Miles again. But this was not their moment. She aimed her heart and mind towards her universe; tears rolling down her eyes, as the image of a smiling Miles looking right at her, as he began to fade. He nodded at her in approval; tears in his eyes. She cried aloud with emotion and fell through the divide between universes, as she appeared; like a ball of white and blue fire, in the New York skyline. If I'm crazy, I'm on my own If I'm waitin', it's on my throne If I sound lazy, just ignore my tone 'Cause I'm always gonna answer when you call my phone Like, what's up, danger? (Danger) Like, what's up, danger? Can't stop me now I said, "I got you now" I'm right here at your door I won't leave, I want more What's up, danger? The people of the city stared up at her, afraid for a moment that she was a hostile attack but soon, they saw one of their heroes; Spiderwoman, through the fire and cheered. She had been missing for almost a week and her return brought a wave of cheers and applause ripping through the city, as Gwen cried with relief and happiness; before laughing, as she realized that pee and shit had still filled up her white Spider-Suit. Yeah, what's up, danger? Can't stop me now, yeah I said, "I got you now" Come on, what's up, danger? Come on, I said, "What's up, danger?" Gwen Stacy had returned. Spider-Woman was back. THAT SAME DAY
 Janet Van Dyne had been having… problems. She didn’t want to admit it; certainly not to her judgmental husband, yet age was starting to get to her. Up until last year, she’d handled everything that the inevitable passage of time had thrown at her. She’d worn glasses willingly, moved slower but with grace, accepted that certain muscles were just going to be permanently aching now; not helped by her superhero lifestyle, which she had maintained long past the point where many other heroines might have retired. Janet loved hero work. She had gotten her husband Hank into it, not the other way around; despite what he may sometimes claim. Age and a few pains were not going to stop her. But this latest problem had left her wondering whether she really had gotten too old to carry things on. Last year; a false memory implanted by mind-controlled Kamala, Janet had been running a search and rescue operation inside a housing district that had been devastated by fighting with the Kree Empire. She’d been in her Antwoman Suit, crawling through the wreckage of a destroyed home, when she’d felt an unbearably bad need to piss. Trying her hardest to push it off, she’d made it through the rest of the operation, only to get changed into her civilian clothes and completely soak herself in her car on the way home. Janet could still remember; to her shame, how it felt to soak her beige cream trousers, feel a thick, wet log of her own shit squirm its way from her desperately clenched asshole and smear all over her bum and driver’s car seat. The worst part had been Hank’s scornful remarks when she got home and cold treatment of her for days after, her husband despised weak women. It was part of the reason he’d been attracted to her in the first place, a confident, bold young woman, in a science division, giving ideas and lectures to pig-headed men; way above her station. While others would have fired her, Hank made her his personal research assistant and; as times got gradually fairer for women, promoted her to co-head of his division. She’d fallen in love with him for believing in her and Hank had reciprocated due to her strength and conviction. The moment Hank saw her in piss-stained and shit-smelling clothes, she’d lost a huge portion of that respect and had been working for months to regain it. Even now, she still got the odd, disgusted look from her husband if she needed the bathroom too often and she couldn’t stand it. She wanted him to see her as the strong woman she knew she was once more. Of course; in reality, no such thing had ever happened. Hank; still immensely guilty over his wife being trapped for decades in the Quantum realm, wouldn’t have criticized her for bringing home anything less than a severed head; let alone a messy pair of trousers. Of course; thanks to the hypnotic programming, that knowledge had been lost and Janet had spent the last few weeks immensely stressed, hiding her accidents; that were now happening more and more frequently, multiple times a day. Janet’s first one that day began before she was even awake. Squirming and wriggling around in bed, her legs clenched tightly together in a dark red nightgown, Janet’s mature legs were wrapped around each in a vice-like grip, her whole body struggling to restrain the accident that the hypnotic programming was trying to force on her. In her dream, Janet was back at high school; sixteen years old, taking her exams again. She’d drank far, far too much water and was now squirming in her seat, in her tight white school blouse, her red lace bra feeling constricting to her sweaty boobs, and her white cotton panties dripping with what she hoped was sweat. ‘Mrs. Dyne!’ said her teacher; Hank Pym, in a thunderous voice. Her husband and teacher was dressed in a sharp, black suit and holding a long measuring ruler that sent a huge chill of fear racing down Janet’s spine and made her start to lose control at her seat in the class, pee flooding through her white panties in fear, as all her classmates turned to watch Janet wet herself, who was sobbing in terror. Laughter and insults filled the room, as back in the real world, Janet’s nightgown was wet at its bottom, the smallest of puddles forming under her bum, as her body shook with desperation; trying in vain to wake her up. ‘Janet… come to the front of the class. Now!’. Somehow, hearing her first name was far scarier and she stood up, trembling and soaking, her black schoolgirl shoes walking through her puddle, as she stood before Mr. Pym. ‘You’ve had an accident, didn’t you?’. ‘Y-yes s-sir!’ sobbed Janet. ‘P-please l-l-let me c-clean up!’. ‘Not before your punishment Janet. Bend over the desk’. She hesitated. ‘Now Janet!’ his scream terrified her and in the real world, another burst of pee leaked from her pussy, spraying through her fingers, where she was desperately holding herself; clenching her pussy with both hands, as she whimpered like a little girl, in both worlds, her deep, hypnotic sleep unable to be breached, her smooth, mature legs, glistening with wetness, as a loud fart filled the air: ‘BRRRRRAAAAAFHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRTRRRRRRRRRTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSS’. ‘Janet has been a disgusting, dirty, weak little girl class and she must be punished’. ‘No sir, please, don’t!’. But it was too late. Janet; trembling over the teacher’s desk, sobbed in horror as her skirt was flipped up, exposing her shitty, wet panties to the whole class, as she farted putrid stink towards them, making everyone laugh and gag in horror. Then, the blows landed; the ruler smacking against her ass, as she cried on the table. The blows landed again and again and Janet cried out, as piss and shit anew flooded from her white wet knickers and down the back of her legs, as her teacher stared at her with utter contempt, and the sound of people laughing filled her ears. ‘No!!!’ she screamed, the sound of her voice being replaced with an alarm; as she jolted awake. For a moment, Janet was relieved but then, she felt around her crotch and a chill ran down her spine. ‘Oh no! No, no, no!’ Throwing back her duvet, she nearly gagged at the smell, finding her long legs covered in piss, her nightgown smeared in shit and stained yellow; with wet patches everywhere, while the sheets were utterly foul. It was not helped by the fact that; despite everything; Janet found herself repeatedly farting, the putrid, horrific, tangy, yet bitter odor only adding to the room’s foul concoction: ‘PRRRRRRF!’, ‘PRRRRRFFFFFFSSSSSS’, ‘SRRRRRPHHHHHMMMMM!’ FLRRRRRRRRRRPRRRRRFFFFFHHH!’. ‘Oh god’ said Janet, as the last wave of shit and pee flooded from her exhausted asshole, as she trembled in her blankets; still continuing to have an accident and wet & shit the bed. Suddenly, a voice called out and Janet’s blood ran cold. ‘Everything alright up there?’ called Hank Pym, having barely head his wife’s upset moans. ‘I-I’m fine!’ she said unconvincingly. ‘Well, I’m just bringing you some breakfast!’. Janet’s mind worked at a million miles per hour. Frantically jumping from her bed, Janet quickly grab an experimental piece of shrink tech and threw it towards her bed, shrinking the entire structure down to the size of a pin. She then jumped into the en-suite bathroom, closing the door just in time to avoid her husband seeing her in her foul nightclothes, covered in piss. ‘Good morning, I brought you some breakfast…Where is the bed?’ asked Hank Pym. ‘Oh, I’m using it for an experiment!’ she said hurriedly, turning on the shower and jumping side. ‘An experiment?’ asked Hank, confused. ‘Y-yes, to test the dexterity of cotton and foam surfaces when exposed to a heating agent combined with Pym Particles. Pym nodded approvingly, impressed by his wife’s work ethic. ‘Well, just make sure you get our bed back by tonight’ he warned. ‘I want to be able to sleep’. ‘Yes dear!’ she said, hurriedly scrubbing herself clean and throwing the wet, dirty lingerie behind the toilet. Hank Pym gave a devilish smile, slowly unlocking the bathroom door before he stepped inside and pulled off his early morning clothes: A suit, tie; white socks, and black shoes. He then pulled back the curtain, Janet having just narrowly cleaned herself in time, as she jumped in shock. ‘Hank, don’t scare me like that!’ she lectured, as her husband stepped into the bathtub with her; not noticing the last of Grace’s piss and shit wash away, much to her relief. ‘You are looking delightful today my darling’ said Hank Pym, a lustful edge to his voice. Right now, Janet felt anything but sexy and didn’t want her husband touching her; in case he found a part of her body she hadn’t cleaned. However, seeing how throbbing hard his cock was, standing up thick and straight, as well as the fact he knew she wasn’t on her period, Janet decided to get creative. Pulling him into a passionate kiss, she then pushed him against the wall, as hot water ran over both their bodies and she fell to her knees; slowly kissing down his body. ‘You haven’t done this in… a while!’ moaned Hank Pym. ‘I’ve just been thinking about how you rescued me’ said Janet seductively, as she began kissing her husband’s balls. ‘I was the one who caused you to get trapped there in the first place’ he said glumly. ‘That’s not true and you know it. You came back for me. Now, let me show you how grateful I can be’. Hank Pym’s eyes rolled back in his head as Janet Van Dyne slid his thick cock deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat; yet she did not gag. Starting to enjoy herself and feeling more powerful and in control than just a few minutes ago; sat wet and ashamed on her bed like a soiled toddler, she pleasured her husband thoroughly, extracting sweet and rough moans from him as his seed leaked from his mouth and dripped down her throat and out her lips in hot, white bursts. Eventually, he lost complete control and Janet swallowed as much as she could manage, before letting her husband release the rest over her face and mature, faded pink but still large breasts. Janet smiled. It felt good to be in control. That feeling lasted roughly three-and-a-half hours. As Janet headed into town, she was sitting in the driver’s seat of their car, preparing to get some supplies in for dinner. Heading to the local grocer’s, she found a growing feeling of discomfort in her bladder and realized; to her horror, that she already badly needed to use the toilet again. ‘Not again!’ she moaned. ‘This is ridiculous. What is wrong with me?’. Tears came to Janet’s eyes but she wiped them away quickly. She was not weak. She would not be weak. She would hold it, buy groceries and then make her way home. She was a mature woman, not a weak, elderly, doddery old fool. She would hold it. She could hold it. ‘I can hold it’ she said to herself. So, Janet Van Dyne sat in her car; driving to the store, in beige cream trousers and a white blouse, fidgeting and squirming, occasionally holding herself, yet refusing to allow herself to think properly about how much pain she was in from holding her bladder. Even as the pain made her shoulders tremble with exhaustion and Janet felt sweat pouring down the back of her neck, she refused. ‘It’s all in your head. You control your own body’. She had no idea how wrong she was at this moment; thanks to Becky’s programming, however, Janet refused to see it. So, the drive continued, with the mature superheroine slowly growing more desperate, small, smelly farts with high-pitched whines, escaping her bum; stinking the car. Lowering the window, she could hear the sound of rain pouring down loudly onto the car but blocked it out. She wouldn’t think of rain, water, toilets, how badly she wanted one, how much she was containing inside her… ‘Ah, here we are!’ said Janet with false happiness, trying to deny her own thought processes by heading into the store. Walking with her pants tightly buckled and her legs clamped together, Janet felt incredibly uncomfortable, the metal of her belt digging painfully into her overworked tummy, as her body desperately fought to let out another fart… or worse. Janet refused to indulge it, however, grabbing a shopping trolley as she walked around the store; slowly, as the pressure in her bladder got worse and worse. ‘I don’t need the toilet, I can hold it, I don’t need the toilet, I can hold it, I don’t need the toilet, I can… I can… I… oh fuck!’. Janet’s thoughts turned panicked in a second, as her knees nearly gave way and Janet felt an incredible pain tear through her stomach. Her legs shook so violently for several seconds, she was almost worried she was having a stroke but the pain was nowhere near her heart, it was from her bladder to her asshole and she could feel it slowly opening, a long, slow, horrifically smelling fart slowly pouring out of her; accompanied by a high-pitched whine, despite her embarrassment. ‘PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFGHHHHHHH!’. Janet’s face blushed bright red and she speed-walked to the next aisle as several customers gave her dirty looks of disapproval. Janet shook heavily as she picked up the last of her items, taking them to a self-scan checkout, as she began freaking out. ‘Oh god, I’m shitting my pants! I’m shitting my pants’. It was true. Janet could feel a thick but mushy load of poo slowly slide out of her clenched bum, forced into a thick, thin stream and already, beginning to strain against her knickers. She had no idea how long it would be until the smell was noticeable to others or how long it would take to show against her trousers but she didn’t want to stay in the store long enough to find out. Janet hurriedly tried to get the last of her items through before she lost any more of her control, her body shaking, as a cashier; noticing her tense state, approached. ‘Are you okay m’am?’ he asked. ‘I’m fine, thank you’. ‘Are you sure? You look-’ he began but Janet cut him off. ‘I said I’m fine young man! Now, why don’t you get out of my way, before I have to call your manager over!’. The young man backed off apologetically, as Janet grabbed her items and slowly, began to walk out. She felt guilty for biting the man’s head off but she had no choice. Already; looking around, she could see people noticing it. ‘Oh my god!’. ‘Ugh, it stinks in here!’. ‘What the hell is that smell?’. ‘Do they ever clean these stores?’. ‘Smells like a toddler shit themselves’. Janet nearly wanted to cry at that last comment. That’s how she felt at the moment. A toddler. She hadn’t even managed to go to the store successfully without starting a major accident. God, she hadn’t felt this humiliated in a long time and, as she walked towards the store exit, she could feel her poo start to mush thickly against her trousers. Janet moaned and whimpered in horror as she stumbled back to her car, farts emanating from her backside repeatedly, as several dozen people begin to gag from the smell and watch her in disgust, seeing a growing brown stain on the back of her beige trousers. ‘That’s utterly foul!’. ‘What a pathetic old tart!’. ‘Truly vile!’. ‘What kind of disgusting old bitch shits herself in public!’. ‘Wear a diaper love!’. The last comment; shouted directly at her, made Janet began to sob with tears, as she threw herself and her shopping into the car, sat into her seat; squashing shit all over her bum and onto her car seat before she sped out of the car park, wailing in pain and humiliation, as Janet Van Dyne began to completely shit her pants. It poured out of her in huge thick strands, not stopping for a second, her asshole throbbing and beating like her racing heartbeat, as the woman cried in dismay at her ongoing accident. Piss began to flood out as well, soaking through the front of her trousers and forming a wet, sludgy puddle in her car seat; as it began to mix with the shit, before pouring over the front. Hundreds of miles away, Becky watched in fits of laughter, as the hidden cameras she’d had Kamala place in the woman’s car showed the original Wasp’s accident in HD quality. By now, a brown puddle was flowing over the car seat infrequent, messy streams, pouring down the back of Janet’s legs and into her shoes, while a series of loud farts could still be heard: ‘PFFFRRRRRRRRRRSSSHYYY’, ‘PFFFFFFFFF’, ‘PGGGHRRRRSSSSSSSS’, GRRRRFFFFFFPPPPPPHHHPPPP’. ‘Oh god please no!’ screamed Janet hysterically, speeding past several cars, sobbing in a mad fury, trying to deny the reality of her situation. Unfortunately, there was no escaping this. Janet had completely shit herself; with dozens in public seeing her, as well as wetting herself to boot, as if it hadn’t already been embarrassing enough. It was utterly humiliating and worse, Janet had no idea how she could even begin to hide this mess from her husband. Beginning to hyperventilate, Janet pulled over and parked the car in a relatively secluded spot, then tried to calm herself down from a full-blown panic attack. ‘Hank can’t see this!’ she said aloud, crying with every word. ‘He can’t’. Janet thought desperately for a solution but nothing was coming to mind. Even if she could clean the car in time before heading home, there was no getting around her clothes; half stained brown, with massive wet patches on every part, as her exhausted asshole finally stopped expelling shit, her streams of piss slowing to a few drops, before petering out. She had no change of clothes to hide her accident behind… except… ‘That’s it!’ said Janet triumphantly. Janet and Hank; ever the prepared couple, kept multiple variants of their suits in different places. They had two in different parts of their homes and; as she now remembered, one each in their car, shrunk down to the size of a cocktail sausage, hidden inside a secret compartment within the door. Grimacing as Janet moved to grab it, feeling the shit that was sludging horribly inside her panties, Janet unlocked a vial of Pym Particles, hidden inside her handbag, and used it to enlargen the Wasp suit; which formed around her body and ejected her ruined clothes in a nano-second. ‘Warning, foreign contaminants found in suit’ said a dull, robotic voice. ‘Recommendation: Purge materials from suit’. ‘Do it!’ said Janet. Her suit’s robotics then ran a gas cloud through her shit; blinding her temporarily, as she felt piss and shit go from liquid and solid into gas form, before being released from her suit in a concentrated burst of air. Janet stood in her puddle; now a huge lake from her perspective in the Wasp suit, as she looked towards it with disdain. ‘I need to get home and chance, then I’ll sort out this mess’. Shrinking the car down, Janet held it like a tiny briefcase and flew through the air, racing for home; as Becky’s video feed cut out, the signal interfered with too much by the shrinkage. ‘Clever old minx’ admitted Becky. ‘Well, these have been fun. I’ll have to get Kamala to gather more. Soon, I think it will be time for her next accident, and this time, the whole world will see what a baby she really is’. Becky began to laugh and then continued, laughing maniacally for several seconds. After a while, however, Becky stopped and felt awkward. ‘Wow, that whole evil laugh thing is overrated when you’re alone!’. TWO WEEKS LATER Michaela was getting seriously worried. The gossip had been all over twitter: Across the world, some of the world’s most famous superheroes; all female, had been suffering embarrassing accidents. A few had been leaked to TMZ of training videos, where heroes like Captain Marvel had suffered embarrassing losses of control. Some had been more public, like the famed scientist, Janet Van Dyne, caught on camera losing control in her car and at a grocery store. Yet perhaps most personally and worryingly to her, was that of Ms. Marvel’s. The young hero had been rescuing people from a bridge-fire, when she had suddenly become incredibly desperate for the toilet, piss rolling down her red and blue tights on Live TV, for all the world’s news networks to see. That; while gross, was not the truly shocking thing to Michaela. She figured that Kamala; in her eagerness not to let anyone get hurt, could have neglected going to the bathroom for a few hours. No, what alarmed her was how Kamala had then abandoned the people on the bridge; trying to find a bathroom, only to suffer a humiliating accident as half-a-dozen news choppers followed her and watched the young hero shit her pants through her enlarged butt for over four minutes straight. It was a front-page story in most countries and the ramifications had been huge. People were talking about: ‘The Great Superhero Scandal’, female heroes around the world were being grilled about nothing else but their bathroom habits in interviews and a few national governments were even talking about sanctions against female superheroes, if their powers and bodies were so volatile that they suffered accidents like this on a regular basis. Michaela didn’t believe it. None of their behaviours made sense and her suspicions had been confirmed when she received a text-message from an unknown number: ‘DIURETICS. HEROES POISONED. KAMALA KHAN. INSTIGATOR OR CATSPAW? INVESTIGATE. I AM TARGET. GOING UNDERGROUND. CALL WHEN YOU HAVE ANSWERS’. ‘What the hell did the message mean?’ thought Michaela, as she walked onto the college campus. ‘Kamala, an instigator… for what? Poisoning?! No way!’. She was certain of that last part. Kamala hadn’t left her college room for three days, after Carol Danvers stripped her of their shared mantle and told Kamala that if she ever saw her using it again, Carol would treat her no differently to any other villain. She’d been despondent since, swinging between sobs, self-hatred and general isolation, with nothing able to pull her out of it. Michaela knew there had to be more to this than Kamala being a coward and having a weak bladder at the worst possible moment. Nakia and Zoe had been acting strange too. She’d seen footage of their own accidents shared in a bunch of local Whatsapp groups, from college chats to ‘EmbarassingPublicDisplays’, a group she’d uncovered while looking into everything. Nakia losing control at protests? Zoe at shopping centres? Michaela wasn’t going to tolerate this any longer. TEN MINUTES LATER ‘What the hell is up with you three?!’ asked Michaela bluntly. Nakia and Zoe shifted awkwardly in their seats on the carpet, while Kamala; puffy-eyed from crying, just looked exhausted and resigned to everything, laying on her bed in pyjamas, clearly worn out from sleep deprivation. ‘I lost control!’ said Kamala quietly. ‘I abandoned the people because I was trying to avoid humiliating myself and instead, I just let everyone down more. I’m a failure’. ‘That wasn’t like you! Zoe, you’re normally so controlled and strong; you cringe when people do anything remotely awkward in public, yet you’re having accidents now?’. Zoe blushed, frustrated to be talking about this in front of Nakia. ‘Guess I’m not as strong as I thought I was. I hate that it’s happening but what can I do to stop it? It’s like my body’s regressed lately, okay? I don’t know what the hell is happening!’. ‘Me neither’ admitted Nakia, staring at the carpet in embarrassment. ‘I thought at first I’d been eating badly or that it was some chemicals but now… I feel like my friend’s sisters have better bladder control than me and they’re eight!’. ‘Look, can we not talk about this!’ said Kamala, exaggerated. ‘You guys know this has been happening to me for years. I just messed up too badly on the bridge. I’ve had so long to control this, you’ve been trying to help with it for ages and nothing’s worked. What’s the point of even trying?’. Michaela, Nakia and Zoe all slowly turned to stare at Kamala, giving her concerned, scared looks. Kamala felt uneasy. ‘Why are you staring?’ asked Kamala, confused. There was silence for a moment. ‘Kamala, you haven’t been having accidents for years. This all started only a few weeks ago’ said Nakia, her eyes widening in growing horror. ‘What are you on about? I’ve had this stuff since I got my powers’. ‘You’ve never mentioned that’. ‘You’ve all seen it!’. ‘No Kam, we haven’t’. A tense silence fell in the room, as Kamala looked frightened and the others looked seriously concerned. Suddenly, Zoe glanced towards something on Kamala’s desk. ‘You said you’ve been too busy with superhero stuff to go out much recently, right?’ asked Zoe, standing up. ‘Yeah, why?’. ‘What’s that?’. Kamala, Zoe, Nakia and Michaela looked towards Kamala’s desk, staring at a new laptop on her desk; the front pushed half-down, obscuring what was on the screen. ‘Oh… that… I got that ages ago’ said Kamala, though in truth, she felt uncertain of the words she was saying. The rest of her friends stood up. ‘Can we see it?’ asked Michaela, slowly approaching it regardless. ‘I’d rather you didn’t’ answered Kamala. ‘Why?’. ‘I-I’m not meant to touch it’. ‘You said it’s yours’. ‘Y-yeah, it is but… I mean… I… I… I just feel like I shouldn’t…’. ‘Kamala… what’s on that computer’ asked Nakia, now seriously scared, as all three gathered around the desk. ‘I… I…’. Tears ran down Kamala’s face, as her eyes widened in shock and she began to shake violently. ‘I don’t know’ she whispered, horrified. Michaela opened the lid of the laptop and gasped at what she saw. The others did the same, with Kamala breaking into full on sobs; recoiling in horror, while Nakia and Zoe’s expressions turned to rage. The screen was full of two dozen different live camera feeds, replaying accidents from various superheroines all over the world. Looking from video-to-video, they could see recordings of Spiderwoman wetting herself at band-practice, Janet Van Dyne losing control in her car, Jennifer Walters shitting her pinstripe suit in front of a client and dozens of other heroines; suffering a variety of accidents. ‘What the fuck, that’s us!’ screamed Zoe, as she saw the video feeds containing Nakia and Zoe’s accidents. Both blushed bright red at seeing the other’s humiliation. The two girls turned towards Kamala, grabbing and shoving her against the wall. ‘Why the fuck do you have these?! What kind of sick fuck are you?!’ screamed Zoe. ‘I thought we were your friends!’ shouted Nakia, tears streaming down her face. ‘Hey!’ shouted Michaela, getting all of their attention. ‘It’s not Kamala’s fault! Look!’. The three girls approached the laptop and gasped; Kamala being the most horrified of all. There, a video had been started by Michaela, showing Becky; her sworn nemesis, subjecting Kamala to a series of hypnotic controls. Other video feeds then showed Kamala with Nakia and Zoe, all of which demonstrated one undeniable truth to them: Lockdown had control of their minds. ‘How… how the fuck is this possible?!’ said Kamala, recoiling in horror. ‘… That night… the night we went drinking… Becky robbed a bank that night…’. ‘There’s no way we wouldn’t have tried to stop her!’. ‘Obviously, we did!’. Nakia sat down next to Kamala, tears in her eyes, while Zoe stood in front of her; looking guilty. ‘I’m sorry Kamala’ said Zoe apologetically. ‘I didn’t know she’d done this to you’. ‘I’m not angry at you’ said Kamala, dangerously quiet. ‘I’m angry at her. I’m going to kill her! I’m going to kill that bitch!’ screamed Kamala. Both Nakia and Zoe leapt back, scared at their usually calm friend’s rage, however as Kamala stood out, Michaela blocked her path to the door. ‘You can’t confront her!’ she said hurriedly. ‘I can and I will!’. ‘No, you won’t! The fact she’s able to control you means that she must have a trigger phase to do it. If you go and march to where she is; even if you find her first, all she needs to do is say the phrase and you’re her slave again!’. ‘Not if I rip her head off first’ snarled Kamala viciously. Her friends looked at one another; frightened, yet Michaela stood her ground. ‘Kamala, I know what she’s done to you is horrible-’ began Michaela. ‘-No you don’t! She made me hurt innocent people, fellow heroes, my idol!’ screamed Kamala, her whole body shaking with pain. ‘She made me turn on Captain Marvel and humiliate her! She has to pay! She has to!’. Michaela threw herself around Kamala, wrapping her into a tight hug as the young heroine collapsed; wracked by sobs, while her three friends held her tightly. After several minutes, Kamala slowly began to calm down, her crying slowly calming, until finally, Kamala sat up, looking at everyone with a tired expression. ‘What do we do then?’ asked Kamala desperately. ‘We could go to the other heroes?’ suggested Michaela. ‘That won’t work. Captain Marvel’s blacklisted me with every team and if I tell them about some hypnosis scheme, they’ll think I’m making excuses to be let back in’. ‘We could show them the laptop’ offered Nakia. ‘I doubt it’ said Michaela frustratedly. ‘Kamala’s probably got a hypnotic trigger in her if this thing even leaves the room, she’d smash it before we even got down the hall!’. ‘Hey!’ said Kamala. ‘Sorry, I mean, Becky would make you smash it’. ‘Well then what do we do?!’ asked Kamala desperately. There was silence for several moments. ‘We deprogram you’ said Michaela simply. ‘How?’ asked Nakia. ‘Without the code words, it’s going to be near-impossible’. ‘Does anyone have a better idea?’. Nobody did so the girls got to work. Sitting Kamala down, Michaela found an old pocket watch in Kamala’s draws and decided it would make a useful focal point for their commands. She then got Nakia to give Kamala a back-rub; trying to relax her, while Zoe made some hot chocolate. After a while, the tension in Kamala’s body was a little eased; though her face was still full of concern. ‘Michaela… if Becky can take control of me at any time…’. ‘Then the moment she calls, you could be under her control. Reveal what’s happening, then everything’s screwed’. ‘Then we don’t answer the call’ said Zoe. ‘We can’t afford to ignore it’ explained Michaela. ‘Lockdown would have definitely programmed Kamala to answer her calls as a priority, no matter the time. Not answering would be the same as telling her, then we’re back to square one’. ‘But she didn’t account for everything’ said Nakia. ‘We knew our behaviour wasn’t normal. Kamala thought this had been happening for years. Fake memories and experiences, right?’. Kamala nodded; disgusted. ‘Then, why weren’t we programmed like that?’. Michaela thought about it for several moments, then laughed bitterly. ‘She’s lazy’ said Michaela. ‘You two don’t always fight with Kamala do you, you were just helping her take down Becky, right?’. Nakia and Zoe nodded uncertainly. ‘I guess so’ said Zoe. ‘I still can’t remember it but I know that before, we haven’t been with Kamala regularly in fights’. ‘Exactly!’ said Michaela. ‘She wasn’t expecting you. She’s a petty asshole and a bitch, so when you were there, she put in the programming so she could humiliate you but she was careless. Lazy. She didn’t even bother to make it seem normal to you both, just figured you wouldn’t tell the difference’. ‘Oh that bitch!’ said Nakia, insulted despite everything. ‘We need to get started’ said Michaela hurriedly. ‘Becky might call in five hours or five minutes. We have to start now’. So, Michaela got to work, sliding the watch in front of Kamala’s face multiple times, as she began a countdown. ‘Follow the watch Kamala. Let it relax you. You can feel yourself getting sleepier and sleepier. Now, as I count down from 5, you’re going to slip deeper and deeper into a rest, that will turn into a sleep, where you will hear only what I say’. Kamala felt her eyes drifting, the watch going in and out of focus, as the hypnotic trance began to take over. ‘Feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep, as you feel the relaxation increase with each number… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… you are now in a deep, relaxed sleep, totally asleep, only aware of my voice’. Kamala was snoring heavily; sitting in her chair, her shoulders and head slumped, awaiting commands from Michaela. ‘Now then Kamala… I want you to picture the words and controls, buried deep in your mind, that Lockdown put there. I want you to feel those words slowly ease out of your subconscious as I count down from 5-1’. ‘5… 4…. 3… 2… 1… let the words disappear from your mind!’. ‘PRFFFFFFFFFFFFFPHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSS’. Kamala let rip an enormous, putrid fart, enlarging her ass to the size of a sofa cushion on each side, as her dark blue pyjama bottoms ripped open, exposing her ass to Nakia and Zoe. Both couldn’t help but laugh in shock, while Michaela stared; frustrated. ‘Shut up, both of you!’. Michaela took a deep breath and focussed. She had to figure out how to do this, for her friends; as well as the countless others who could be hurt by Becky’s schemes if she wasn’t stopped. The damage already done had been serious. There were more supervillain attacks than ever and less people trusted their heroes to protect them, when female heroines; once considered pillars of strength, were pissing and shitting themselves like little girls half-way through fights. She had to find a way to stop this and she would not give up. ‘Kamala, as I count down from five, you will feel your mind reject any previous commands it has been given. You will feel them slip from your subconscious, rise through your brain and vanish, easing out of your body, like tension in a muscle’. Kamala remained still, as Zoe and Nakia watched silently. ‘5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Release!’. Kamala Khan did release… another enormous and loud fart, enlarging her butt so much that she became unstable in the chair and tipped over, the sudden shock waking her up in a panic, as Zoe and Nakia moved to help her up. ‘Ugh… what happened?’. Michaela slapped her head to her forehead. ‘I can’t get the hypnotic triggers out!’ she said frustratedly. ‘Becky’s are too deep. We need more time to figure out an answer’. ‘But we don’t have more time!’ said Kamala desperately. ‘She could call at any moment!’. ‘I know!’. Michaela thought hard about what to do. They needed time but the moment Becky called, Kamala would end up back in a trance. She would give them away… unless… ‘Kamala, get back in that chair, quickly! I have an idea that will buy us more time!’. ‘What do you mean?’. ‘We need to figure out how to undo the hypnotic programming. I can’t do that without testing it on others first and to do that, you can’t tell Becky what we’ve learned’. ‘Well, how are you going to stop me?’ asked Kamala impatiently, scared Becky might call at any moment. ‘We need to hide your memories’. Zoe and Nakia looked at each other, confused. Kamala was for a moment but then she realised. ‘You want to…’. ‘Put you back in a trance and hide away your memories of learning this, yeah. If you can’t remember it, you can’t tell Becky’ explained Michaela. Kamala sat silent for a few seconds. ‘Mike’ she whispered, sounding afraid. ‘I don’t want to do this. I don’t want her to control me’. Michaela walked over and hugged Kamala, holding the trembling hero. ‘I know… but if you don’t, I can’t see another way to stop her. Can you?’ asked Michaela. Kamala thought about it for a few moments, then shook her head. ‘Alright. Let’s do it’. THE NEXT DAY ‘Alright, we only have a few hours until we re-awaken Kamala and we need to practice with this guys, come on!’ said Michaela firmly, as Nakia and Zoe prepared for another practice run. Michaela’s plan for Kamala had worked. She had successfully programmed Kamala to hide away the memories of the past several hours, replacing them with false-memories of reviewing the video-feeds for Becky, while implanting a trigger word: ‘Bravery’, that would restore her memories; though only when spoken by Michaela, or Zoe and Nakia as a backup in case an emergency happened. Now, they were practicing to see what they could understand of the hypnosis on their own. The results so far had not been promising. Since they knew that Becky had been sloppy with Zoe and Nakia, they decided that trying to deprogram one of them as practice for Kamala would be a good first step. Unfortunately, while Michaela had made them obey some basic commands, she needed to get them into a deep trance if she was going to have any hope of achieving the same thing with Kamala. Since it was a hot day, Michaela had stripped down to a dark red vest top and thin blue jeans, while Nakia wore a green sleeveless shirt and dark red jeans, with Zoe wearing a white crop top and black jeans. All three were sweating from the heat and nerves as they prepared for things to get serious. ‘Okay… who wants to go first?’. Zoe looked towards Nakia and saw that her friend looked uncomfortable. Though she would never admit it, Zoe had a major crush on Nakia and ironically, Nakia felt exactly the same way towards Zoe. Wanting to put her more at ease; as well as wanting to impress her, Zoe stepped forwards. ‘I’ll do it’. ‘Okay, let’s do this’. Michaela began to swing the pocket watch; a more detailed golden one she had brought from her home, as Nakia dimmed the lights. Feeling herself becoming more and more drowsy, Zoe was soon under the hypnotic trance and Michaela considered what kind of scenario she could make her run through as a test. Meanwhile, though Nakia was blushing as she realised it, the sight of Zoe in a hypnotic state turned her on. The way she stood there; motionless, completely at their mercy, it made naughty thoughts run through her head. She felt her nipples harden as she imagined walking over to Zoe, rubbing their bodies together, kissing her, sliding her hands through her soft hair and over her body, inside those tight trousers and sliding her fingers deep into Zoe’s- ‘-Nakia, any ideas?’. ‘Huh? Oh, yeah… ugh… let’s make her a gassy pop singer. Let’s see what happens’. ‘Um… okay’ said Michaela, slightly weirded out by the suggestion but going with it anyway. ‘Zoe, as I countdown from 5, you will awaken as a famous pop singer. You are giving a live performance to an audience of thousands of fans, yet you badly have to fart and won’t be able to stop. Everytime you do… you’ll be immensely embarrassed but keep performing anyway’. Nakia stared into Zoe’s eyes; her own full of arousal, as she looked over her friend in this intimate state of vulnerability. ‘5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Awaken!’. ‘Hi everyone!’ said Zoe, in a voice far higher and enthusiastic than her normal tone. ‘I am literally so excited to be here, let’s get the music going!’. Nakia and Michaela stared at each other incredulously; before beginning to laugh uncontrollably, as Zoe broke into song: I heard you're feeling nothing's going right
Why don't you let me stop by?
The clock is ticking, running out of time
So we should party, all night So cover your eyes, I have a surprise As Nakia and Michaela began to calm down, a loud fart ripped from out of Zoe’s backside; causing the young woman to blush Scarlett red and clutch her bum, yet she didn’t stop singing, even as the smell of morning Nutella toast and orange juice came out through her butt as a putrid, eye-watering smell. 
I hope you got a healthy appetite
If you wanna dance, if you want it all
You know that I'm the girl that you should call Another loud fart ripped from Zoe’s bum, causing her to dance desperately on the spot; as she held her anus, with neither Nakia or Michaela sure if this was hypnotised or real desperation. Nevertheless, she continued singing and began pointing towards Nakia. Girl, when you're with me
I'll give you a taste
Make it like your birthday everyday
I know you like it sweet
So you can have your cake
Give you something good to celebrate Nakia blushed redder than a tomato, as Michaela smiled smugly at them. ‘The lyric is boy, not girl’ whispered Nakia. ‘Yep’ confirmed Michaela. ‘That must just be her’. ‘Shut up’ said Nakia, though she was breathing heavily now, which only got more rapid as Zoe approached her and began shaking her body inches from Nakia, her boobs shaking loosely in the spacious crop top. So make a wish
I'll make it like your birthday everyday
I'll be your gift
Give you something good to celebrate Pop your confetti
Pop your Pérignon
So hot and heavy, 'til dawn
I got you spinning
Like a disco ball
 Nakia’s legs were shaking with excitement as she stared towards Zoe, her eyes fluttering between her friend’s breasts and face, their lips only inches from each other, as Zoe sung. ‘Zoe… awaken!’ said Michaela. Nakia was immensely disappointed as Zoe awoke and; realising how close she was, recoiled back several ft. ‘Damn girl, what did you hypnotise me to do, be a lesbian?!’ joked Zoe, blushing at how close she and Nakia had been. ‘Nope’ said Michaela smugly. ‘Just to fart and sing’. There was a tense, sexual silence in the room for several seconds. ‘Alright Nakia… you’re up!’ said Michaela. Nakia went under the hypnosis even faster than Zoe did, her head slumped forwards; asleep and standing, as Zoe admired her crush in this state. She had to admit, it felt intimate, exposing and hot, though the next command from Michaela made the feelings even stronger. ‘Nakia… fart!’. A loud, vicious smelling gas blew from Nakia’s bum as Zoe’s eyes widened, somehow finding the sight of this incredibly arousing. Even the smell didn’t disturb her as much as she thought it should and she could feel her light blue panties underneath her jeans beginning to get damp, as she bit her lip in pleasure. ‘Again!’. Zoe had to supress a moan as Nakia let out another putrid fart, with Zoe’s panties going from damp to thoroughly wet, as she clamped her legs together, hugely enjoying the sight of Nakia so submissive, yet dirty; filthy, and depraved. She’d never felt so turned on by something so unorthodox. She wasn’t sure if she could handle Michaela giving the command again without losing control of herself in a way she wasn’t quite ready for. ‘Wait, Michaela-’ she began but it was too late. ‘Awaken!’. To her relief; yet also disappointment, Nakia’s eyes fluttered open and her normal conscious returned. Both Nakia and Zoe stared at each other for a long while, both aroused by the experience, as Michaela looked on, amused. ‘You two look happy’ she said suggestively. Both girls became defensive. ‘It’s just the programming!’. ‘Yeah, whatever that sick fuck Becky’s done to us, she’s messed with our heads’. ‘Absolutely!’. ‘Totally’. ‘Yep!’ ‘Yep!’. Michaela raised one eyebrow. ‘Uh-huh. Well anyway, that’s a start. Let’s see what else I can figure out’. For the next few hours, Michaela worked tirelessly to test the hypnotic effects on both women and see what she could undo, restrict, replace or limit, with some promising results. She found that she could restrict Zoe’s chances of wetting herself by making her senses more heightened as she grew desperate, while removing some of the psychological barriers preventing her from using public and private toilets sooner. For Nakia, she was able to trigger constipation in her whenever she was about to shit her pants, giving the young woman a few extra minutes to find a toilet while she was backed up. At which point, Michaela had placed a new trigger that wiped the old conditioning from her mind; relative to this condition, allowing her to shit in peace. Unfortunately, the results were still limited. To get even that, Zoe had made her way through three pairs of Kamala’s stretchy trousers, wetting herself twice by mistake and once while waiting for new hypnotic triggers to be implemented by Michaela. Nakia had suffered similar accidents, four pairs of trousers covered in the young woman’s shit and was not keen to suffer anymore with further experimentation. Michaela sighed. It wasn’t enough to de-program Zoe and Nakia; let alone Kamala. ‘We need to re-awaken her. We can’t make Kamala wait any longer, it’s not fair to her. We have to find a way to apprehend Betty, despite the hypnosis’. ‘How?’ asked Nakia. ‘Well, we can turn her to our side now, I’m sure of it. I could put her in a trance that makes her fight for us’ said Michaela hopefully. ‘Yeah but without removing Becky’s triggers, she’ll just get Kamala back on her side. You’ll both speak gobbledegook at her for ages, then just pull at her mind in an endless loop and that doesn’t do us any good either’ insisted Zoe. The three girls looked sullen for a while, until Michaela suddenly sat up, a brain wave hitting her. ‘Zoe, what did you just say? Repeat it!’. ‘Uh, you’ll pull at her mind in an endless loop?’. ‘No, no, before that!’. ‘You’ll speak gobbledegook at her for ages!’. Michaela leapt to her feet, ecstatic. ‘That’s it!’. THREE HOURS LATER ‘Bravery!’. Kamala gasped in horror, her memories flooding back to her, as Michaela held her still. ‘Kamala, it’s okay, we’re here, we’re here, it’s alright! We think we’ve got it!’ ‘You can get rid of the programming?!’ said Kamala excitedly. ‘Well… no’. ‘Then how exactly have you ‘Got it’ said Kamala sarcastically. ‘We need to test a theory and if it works, we might just bring her down’. ‘What’s that?’. ‘We need to hypnotise you again’. ‘… Okay’ said Kamala reluctantly. ‘To be a chicken’. ‘What?’. ‘Just trust me. Please?’. Kamala; baffled by the suggestion, was still desperate for anything that would let her escape Becky’s hypnotic control and so, she trusted her friend. ‘Okay… let’s try it’. Within a few minutes, Michaela had put Kamala into a deep trance, standing frozen and slumped forwards, as Michaela relayed the instructions. ‘Kamala, as I count down from five, you’ll begin to feel more like a chicken with every passing second. When I say ‘Transform’, you will become a chicken upon hearing that word and will behave and act like one in every way. Human language will no longer make sense to you and you will only snap out of your trance if you hear one of us three do this whistle’. Michaela let out a low pitch whistle sound. ‘During this state, no human language will make sense to you from anybody; you will be completely unable to understand it. No human language will make sense to you, you will be completely unable to understand it. Now then, let’s begin’. ‘5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Transform!’. Kamala felt herself instantly disappear and suddenly, she felt as free and worriless as a bird, her thoughts reduced to simple meanings and desires, as she looked around herself for food. ‘Food, I want food, food, corn, corn, must find corn, hmmmm, where’s the corn?’ thought Kamala, smiling as she clucked about. Her friends saw Kamala instantly began acting like a chicken, pecking her bed with her mouth, as she began flapping her arms at Zoe and Nakia, who moved out of her way; dismayed at their friend’s behaviour. Michaela grabbed the laptop and began playing an audio file, where Becky’s voice could be heard: ‘Kamala… burp!’. The words had no effect on Kamala. Grinning, Michaela gave the whistle and Kamala stopped chewing on her blanket, spitting out the silk and looking extremely annoyed. ‘Well… how did that help?’ asked Kamala, annoyed. Michaela pressed the laptop button again. ‘Kamala… burp!’. Kamala let out a rousingly loud burp, grimacing in disgust afterwards, though Nakia, Zoe and Michaela looked delighted. ‘What?’ asked Kamala, confused. ‘Kamala, Becky wasn’t just lazy… she was stupid! She just gave us the tools for her downfall!’. Kamala slowly began to grin as they explained it and; ready for a fight, grabbed her Ms. Marvel costume. Lockdown was going to pay. ONE HOUR LATER Becky was sitting in an office chair, laughing at the videos Kamala had provided when suddenly, there was a loud banging at the door. Turning instantly, the door was blown off its hinges a second later and Kamala; fully costumed, stormed inside with Zoe, Nakia and Michaela close behind her. ‘Becky, it’s over!’ shouted Kamala. Becky smiled, walking from her office towards the four. ‘Aww, look at the would-be-heroes’ said Becky patronisingly. ‘I guess you had the sense to figure something out but not enough to think of this. Kamala… obey!’. Kamala’s whole body suddenly went from a fight-stance to a passive one in the blink of an eye, as she slowly walked over to stand beside Becky. ‘You didn’t think of that, did you little heroes?’. Michaela smiled. ‘Actually, we did… Kamala, transform!’. Suddenly, Kamala began clucking and pecking at and around Becky’s feet, as the villainess looked at her incredulously, before shoving her onto her back. ‘Is that supposed to be funny?’ said Becky, laughing in dismay. ‘You’ve made her a passive chicken with a counter command?! You idiots! I have an override command that can blot out yours!’. ‘Kamala… supreme!’. Kamala did not respond, happily pecking at her shoes, as Becky gasped in dismay. ‘Kamala… supreme! Supreme! Supreme! Obey me!’. ‘She can’t’ explained Zoe. ‘She can’t understand human language. Becky looked at them fearfully. ‘That means she can’t understand your commands. It’s over!’ ordered Michaela. Becky drew a pistol from her waistband, pointing it towards Michaela. ‘Like hell it is!’. Before she could fire, an arrow knocked the weapon out of her hands; causing Becky to yelp in surprise. ‘Don’t bother trying to shout commands at Kate either’ said Nakia, cracking her knuckles. ‘She’s got headphones in. She won’t hear you’. Becky stared at them fearfully, as the three girls ran forward and before she could respond, simultaneously leapt forward. ‘This is for our friend!’. The three ‘would-be-heroes’ punched Becky in the stomach simultaneously, making her scream in immense pain, as she was badly winded, collapsing to the ground on her knees. As she struggled to breath, Lockdown felt a warm sensation spreading through her panties and down into her trousers, as she tried to scream in rage. ‘No…’ she gasped. ‘I… can’t… hold it!’. Rebecca St. Jude, Becky, Lockdown, the hypnotist, the aspiring super-villainess, the bitch… began to completely wet herself, soaking her tight, waist high blue jeans, a thick wet-patch expanding across them as she let out an enormous fart, which; moments later, turned out to be the prelude to her shitting her pants as well. Becky tried to moan in pain and horror but still had too little breath, as thick, crusty shit poured into her jeans and formed a horrendous smell around her. ‘God Becky, that reeks, what have you been eating here?’ asked Michaela, laughing. ‘I… I’m not like you people… I don’t have accidents… I’m not a baby… I’m…’. ‘… Live to the whole world!’ said Zoe enthusiastically. ‘That secret camera you gave Kamala in the scarf sure is nifty! The broadcasting range is incredible!’. Becky managed to gasp in horror as she realised Nakia was wearing that exact scarf and; in the distance, she could hear the sound of police vehicles and S.H.I.E.L.D. approaching. Unable to comprehend her defeat and shame, Becky passed out, her face slamming hard against the floor, as the three girls winced in pain. ‘Ouch!’ said Michaela, before whistling to restore Kamala, who blinked back into consciousness and; seeing a collapsed Becky, smiled. ‘It’s over’ said Michaela, smiling. A FEW MINUTES LATER Kamala, Zoe, Nakia, and Michaela walked out of the building as Lockdown was led away; bruised and handcuffed, by several angry heroines, escorting her personally to The Raft. As they watched her be taken away, Kamala looked sad, as the others looked at her; confused. ‘You okay?’ asked Nakia. ‘I… I don’t know’ answered Kamala honestly. ‘We stopped her but only after weeks of all this happening. If I didn’t mess up in the first place, none of this would have happened’. ‘Kamala, you can’t blame yourself!’ protested Michaela. ‘Without you being brave enough to risk going back in there, this could have gone on for months; even years’. ‘I know but still… you all suffered as much as I did. I feel like I could have done more’ said Kamala sadly. ‘Spoken like a true hero’. The four women looked up, to see Captain Marvel floating down in-front of them. ‘C-Carol, I-I mean, Captain!’ saluted Kamala, before putting her hand down; realizing how weird that looked. ‘I know what you said about not using your moniker, I swear, we didn’t go in wearing your colours and we only went in to stop Lockdown. I swear, I’ll never do that aga-’. Kamala was interrupted from her babbling by Carol pulling her into a tight hug, as Kamala and the others gasped in shock. ‘Is this a dream?’ asked Kamala, disbelievingly. ‘This better not be another hypnotic illusion’. ‘I think we’ve all had enough of those’ said Carol smiling, as their hug broke apart. ‘Kamala, I am so sorry. When I saw you abandon those people on the bridge, I didn’t even stop to think that you might have been going through things I couldn’t see and I threw my crap onto you. You know the hypnosis impacted me and I was a jerk. I judged you in the moment, not for everything else I’ve seen you do, not for the kind of stuff you did today. You took on a supervillain while under severe mental stress; without backup, because I left you high and dry’. Captain Marvel knelt down before Kamala, who was staring at Carol with tears in her eyes. ‘Kamala, you were a true hero today. All of you were. As far as I’m concerned, you can all use the moniker anytime you want. Today, you showed me what it means to live up to that; even when no one believes in you. Kamala, today… you were more worthy of the name Captain Marvel than I was. I hope; if you still want it, that you wear the Ms. Marvel name with distinction. There’s no one who deserves it more than you today. Not even me’. Tears rolled down Kamala’s face freely as she threw herself around Carol, sobbing with happiness, as the older hero held her affectionately. The others joined the hug and they held each other close, as Captain Marvel and the four young women celebrated the victory, a moment of joy and peace, after a long period of darkness. ‘Come on, let’s get you four something to eat… there’s a lot of people who want to thank you!’. EPILOGUE Kamala Khan’s blacklisting from all superhero organizations was immediately lifted after the exposure of Rebecca St. Jude’s hypnosis schemes. Following glowing recommendations from Captain Marvel and a dozen other heroes, Ms. Marvel was inducted into the Avengers and became one of their most acclaimed new heroes. She appeared; in a limited capacity, on a number of talk shows and news station interviews to further expose Lockdown’s lies, restoring the credibility of dozens of female heroes across the world. Two years later; due to her experiences at the hands of ‘Lockdown’, Kamala Khan was successfully able to resist the effects of an interstellar psychic entity and led the Avengers counter-attack against it, saving the earth from a world-ending invasion. In time, her fame and popularity grew to rival some of the most iconic superhero members of the Avengers, leading to increased tolerance towards ethnic minorities globally; something Kamala took immense pride in. Captain Marvel’s issues were eliminated by Charles Xavier, wiping the hypnotic triggers from her subconscious. Afterward, she spent several months on earth, regularly fighting alongside Kamala Khan, leading to both becoming close friends. One day; many years later, Kamala would ask Carol Danvers to be the godmother to her firstborn child, a request she gladly accepted. Michaela, Nakia, and Zoe all experienced a brief period of global fame after their discovery of the ‘Lockdown Hypno-Crisis’. During this time, they were rewarded danger-money settlements by the Avengers, compensating each of them $200,000 for their actions in stopping Rebecca St. Jude. Nakia and Zoe decided to go on a year-long holiday to Europe, during which time, they began a romantic relationship. Since returning to the United States, they have been living together in a shared apartment. Zoe does amateur modelling; though occasionally volunteers at a local homeless shelter, while Nakia started her own charity: TeenChange, an organization which became a powerful force in helping to tackle Cyberbullying, Domestic Abuse, and Addiction in the under 20’s age bracket. Michaela was offered a private position working as a criminal investigator for Jennifer Walters AKA She-Hulk. Taking the offer, Michaela has helped uncover more than a dozen criminal operations and later played a part in the arrest and imprisonment of Wilson Fisk, leading to her briefly becoming a target; causing her to leave the mainland United States for six months. Upon returning, she continued her work and remains there to this day. Rebecca St. Jude AKA Lockdown was taken to court and found guilty of numerous crimes, including robbery, arson, gross bodily harm, multiple counts of attempted murder, and a dozen counts of enhanced coercion, and was sentenced to thirty-eight years in ‘The Raft’. Unfortunately; due to a breakout by Dr. Octopus several months later, Lockdown was able to also evade imprisonment and is now on the run. Due to her advanced hypnotic skill, she is currently being hunted by highly trained, anti-telepath & hypnosis agents, working on behalf of the FBI. Her location remains unknown. Jennifer Walters; among many other Marvel heroines, was cleared from most of the public humiliation after the truth of the hypnosis scandal came out. To her eternal annoyance, her client still chose to pursue justice through Nelson, Murdock & Page, a fact which still annoys her to no end. Janet Van Dyne was greatly relieved to learn that it was not old age causing her body to so dramatically fail in many instances. Even so, the events left Janet troubled; worried that she had so easily been convinced to fear her own husband’s rebuke. After several weeks of heated arguments, the two went to a private marriage counsellor and; despite teething issues, such as Hank Pym shrinking the therapist’s office during one meeting in annoyance, the two have been making steady emotional progress. Kate Bishop received no glory for her role in exposing the hypnosis crisis, which was just how she preferred it. Two months afterward, she and Clint Barton; the original Hawkeye, were sent on a mission by S.H.I.E.L.D. to assassinate the legendary assassin: Taskmaster. The results of this mission remain classified. Gwen Stacy AKA Spiderwoman has been working to better control her new powers and has begun a; very long distance, relationship with Miles Morales. She can only stay in his universe for a few hours at a time but it is increasing with training and it is her hope that; one day, there will be no limit. Research into her cells may also crack the secret to permanently unlocking travel throughout the multiverse. Once Lockdown was arrested, Carol Danvers took the four young heroes to a diner, where dozens of female superheroes had gathered, to express their immense gratitude. During this, the heroes decided that; not wanting to allow Lockdown to permanently ruin something which was meant to only be used for light fun, they would have a hypnosis show in the diner. Michaela; having been the one able to do some basic deprogramming, was the one called upon to do it and the heroes had an excellent time, as the young heroes willingly subjected themselves to hypnosis, this time as it should be: From their own free will. THE DINER – POST CREDIT SCENE 😉 Kamala, Zoe, Nakia and Gwen Stacy stood on stage, waiting nervously, as Michaela walked on; now wearing a magician’s cape, leant to her by an actual sorceress, which all of them thought was pretty damn awesome. They’d asked Kate Bishop if she’d wanted to take part and her response of throwing a drink in their faces had seemed conclusive enough as to an answer. As such, Kate watched from the crowd; laughing, as the four women stepped forward. ‘Heroes of the world! Watch as I now turn these four women into chickens but not through the power of shapeshifting! Merely, the power of persuasion!’ said Michaela dramatically. Swinging a gold-chain pocket watch in front of the four women, she snapped her fingers and the lights were dimmed; causing each of the four members on stage to only be able to concentrate on what was immediately in-front of them, exposing them quicker to the effects of hypnosis. Slowly, all four women began to sway on their feet: Kamala first; as the most heavily programmed beforehand, therefore the most at risk. Zoe went second, closely followed by Nakia. Gwen fought it for a little while longer but slowly, the slow ticking, the intense lights and the soothing calm of Michaela’s voice sent her straight into hypnotic sleep. ‘Now, I shall need help from you, my loving audience!’ said Michaela, flourishing her cape; as the other heroines laughed. ‘We shall all count down from ten and as we do, you four will feel our voices echoing in every part of your mind. As we count down from 10-1, you will feel less human and more like chickens with each passing second. You will forget social protocol, you will forget yourselves and become only chickens, until I say and the audience say the word, Excelsior! Now, let us begin the countdown. The superheroes all chanted in unison: ’10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Chickens!’. Instantly, Kamala, Nakia, Gwen and Zoe and began to cluck, peck the floor and flap their wings on stage, making strange clucking and ‘Cuckoo!’ noises, as the other heroines burst out with laughter. Kamala pecked at Nakia’s shoes as if eating corn, while Zoe and Nakia flapped their wings at each other; trying to intimidate the other into moving out of their path. Gwen’s were particularly hilarious, her spider-abilities combining with the hypnosis to cause her to start walking in chicken form up the wall; clucking as she went. Fairly soon, she was walking on the ceiling upside, sticking to the wall with her spider abilities, yet flapping her arms and pecking as if a chicken, while the heroes below laughed and prepared to catch her if she fell. ‘Alright everyone! All together now, it’s time to restore them. 3… 2… 1…’. ‘Excelsior!’. Kamala stopped pecking at her shoes and leaned up in dismay, before blushing at her own actions, while Nakia and Zoe stopped head-butting each other and flapping their arms for dominance. Gwen fell from the ceiling but her spider-human reflexes allowed her to land perfectly and she did a bow after her recovery landing, while all of them received applause. ‘Thank you very much everyone!’ said Michaela, giving a bow to the audience, as the other girls did with her. ‘Thank you and goodnight!’. THE END
  23. A commission from an anonymous user about a couple characters from The Proud Family. Thank you very much! “Come on Trudy, how long has it been since we've had a girls' night,” Sunset Boulevardez say with a note of pleading in her voice. “Our men are going to see a boxing match, the girls are going to a sleepover at their friends' house, and I'm sure your Suga Mama can look after BeBe and CeCe.” Trudy Proud wiped away a drop of sweat that was making its way down her face. She and Sunset, her old friend and new neighbour, had gone to the local gym together. Or rather, Sunset had goaded her into it with a couple snide barbs directed her way and the promise that she'd get a deal by being referred by her. To her credit, Sunset was right about the gym making her feel a great deal better. “I don't know Sunset, to dump them on Suga Mama at the last minute...It seems just a little irresponsible.” Sunset rolled her eyes at Trudy's protest, and the pace on her treadmill slowed as it came to an end of its program. “Please, the woman lives in your house without paying for a thing. I think the least she could do is watch the kids once in a while.” So it was that Trudy found herself standing outside Sunset's house later that day. In a fit of nostalgia she had found herself digging through old college things before she went over to her neighbour's house. She's found a pair of purple athletic shorts that, barely, still fit and a matching t-shirt. There were a lot of...pleasant memories attached to them and Sunset so she figured why not wear them for the special occasion. It seemed that Sunset had been hit by the same nostalgia bug, she answered the short ring of the doorbell in a pair of neon lime green shorts and a matching midriff shirt. Probably the same ones that Trudy had been thinking of when she'd grabbed her own clothes. However, Trudy doubted that she'd been thinking of the same memories when picking it out. “Well stranger, are you going to stand in the door all day,” Sunset asked in a playful tone. Trudy giggled and stepped inside, hanging her purse up on the coat rack by the door. “Just waiting for an engraved invitation Suns, you know how I am.” Sunset giggled at the bit of banter and gestured for Trudy to follow. She took them through the house and into her husband's frankly massive home theater. She wasn't supposed to go in, but dismissed Trudy's question with a simple “I won't tell if you don't.” She'd clearly been busy preparing, there was already popcorn on a couple seats and large sodas resting in the cup holders. On the screen was the disc menu for some romance movie that Trudy didn't recognize, but Sunset assured her when asked that it was a real tearjerker. So they sat next to each other and started the movie. It started drawing Trudy in immediately, a story of seemingly unrequited love between a girl and her best friend. The writing was such that not even a quarter of the way in and she was getting sympathetic pangs every other scene. Judging by the way Sunset's gaze was glued to the screen it had her heartstrings as well. Trudy found herself distracted by looking at her old friend. They had been...close in college and after graduating had gone their separate ways and to separate lives until they just happened to begin living next door to one another. Trudy's feelings had always been complex around then, but she tried to keep things light and friendly no matter how she felt. She felt her face grow flushed and took a long, deep drink from her soda to try and cool her stray thoughts as she stared at her frankly beautiful friend. As if mirroring her, Sunset also drank deep and as though she could feel it turned and looked at Trudy. They both stared into the others eyes as the movie played. Neither knew how the other was feeling, but both hoped it was the same. Then as if a switch had been flipped, they turned their attention back to the movie, faces flushed deeper than before. The movie carried on, both women got married to other men and stopped talking for years. Trudy and Sunset stole glances at each other as they continued to drink their sodas. They leaned closer to one another as well, sharing just a bit of contact at their shoulders. As they continued to drain their drinks at a worrying pace, Trudy was the first to buckle and offer a weak smile to Sunset. “I should probably use the washroom, starting to feel it a bit you know?” Her tone was non-committal though, and Sunset put a hand on her forearm. “Oh come on, there's some good stuff coming up. You can hold it.” There was no compromise in her voice, like there had been in Trudy's. So Trudy nodded and sat back down. It was feeling a lot like being back in college again, just the two of them, watching movies and drinking until they were desperate to pee. Then...Trudy flushes as the memories come rushing back like the cascade of pop making its way to her bladder. Only part of that is because of the thoughts though, as the apparent romance drama has turned into a fairly raunchy sex scene between the two female leads. Again Trudy and Sunset share a look, and again they turn away and continue drinking. Both had moved their hands though til they were touching, Sunset's grasping Trudy's. Trudy's heart was pounding at the affectionate show coupled with the erotic scene on the home theater. She could feel Sunset's body heating as well as they continued to hold hands in the relative darkness. The scene grew more explicit and they drew closer together, entwining their arms. Next though it's Sunset that tries to break whatever spell they had fallen under. “I've really got to go, soda goes straight through me just like it used to!” Her voice was shaky and it was clear that this was no playful banter. Sunset had started fidgeting in her chair and in the dim light of the sapphic sex scene Trudy could she her thighs rubbing together, and just barely hear the smooth sound of the fabric rubbing. But she was having none of it and tightened her grip on Sunset's arm. “Ah ah ah, you're not sneaking off after keeping me here earlier.” Trudy was only half joking, she didn't want Sunset to go and kill whatever strange mood brought them together tonight. Sunset blushed deeply and stood up with Trudy still holding onto her arm. “Trudy come on, I've really got to go.” Her pleading was genuine and for a moment, Trudy almost let her go. But something about tonight had brought her right back to the confused feelings and experimentation of college with Sunset and instead she pulls her neighbour onto her lap. Sunset doesn't resist, partially out of shock that Trudy was apparently feeling the same way she had been all day. But just the same, any sort of movement put painful pressure on her bladder and soft as Trudy's lap was the impact certainly didn't help things. “You know Suns,” Trudy says in a mocking tone while her finger traces a line down Sunset's back. “I think you wore that outfit on purpose. You remember what happened last time you did?” Sunset bit her lip and nodded, she had been thinking about it all night. She turned in Trudy's lap til she was straddling her gorgeous neighbour and leaned in closer. Their faces hovered inches apart, both flushed with arousal and not a little bit of embarrassment at what they knew would be coming next. Trudy again made her move first, pushing into a kiss with Sunset as she ran a hand down her belly. The midriff shirt allowed her to feel her neighbour's bulging bladder, she knew Sunset had always been quick to fill up. She pressed a finger on the taught bit of skin and Sunset groaned in pleasure, and not a little bit of pain. An unmistakable hiss, just a second long but loud enough to be heard over the moaning women on the screen, came from Sunset's shorts. Trudy felt a touch of warmth as her friend's pee soaked into her waistband. Just like that, the Sunset's floodgates broke and a torrent of hot piss washed out and into her shorts. It poured over Trudy's lap and soaked the hem of her shirt. That was the last straw for Trudy and she began soaking what little Sunset hadn't with her own pee. Their shorts darkened to deeper greens and purples as their tongues danced in each others mouths. The heat from the pee, the built up feelings from watching the sex scene, and finally the kinky acts they were performing overwhelmed Trudy first. Without even a touch, her pussy began to convulse and she let out a low moan into Sunset's mouth as she came even as her piss slowed to a trickle. She lowered a hand to Sunset's still peeing pussy and rubbed it through her sodden shorts. It hardly took thirty seconds before Sunset was convulsing in the throes of her own orgasm, grinding herself against Trudy's torso and soaking most of her shirt. Both women clutched each other, panting as the last twitches of their pussies and trickles of pee subsided. When they recovered, they stared into each other's eyes for a moment before breaking into a fit of giggling. “Girls night, huh,” Trudy said with a sultry grin. “Girls night,” Sunset agreed and gave her newfound lover a kiss. One again, thank you to the commissioner!
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