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  1. Jacqi Lantern

    female Bleach: Kuchiki Rukia

    Stupid physical body. How does anybody get anything done like this? Kuchiki Rukia, petite, black haired school girl, walked along the streets of Karakura Town alone in the early morning, wholly unremarkable as a girl on her way to school. Dressed in a white button up with grey skirt and blazer, with a bow tied off around her collar, she was obviously headed to Karakura High, the public school down the road a few miles. Just a normal teen on her way to a normal school. The only reason that anybody would even spare a second glance her way is the quite...peculiar gait that she had while she was walking. See, Rukia was anything besides a normal high school girl. To begin with, she had already lived for far longer than any human could ever hope to, roughly 10 normal human lifetimes all rolled up into one slender little body. Up until this day, a keeper of life and death and a sentinel of the world's natural order, Rukia had acted as a Soul Reaper, one charged with seeking out human souls with the intention of ferrying them to the afterlife via ritual, and one to strike down evil spirits that would devour those souls for a meal. That had been her job, her place in the natural order...but that order had been disrupted. Disrupted by one orange-haired young man who showed a foolhardy determination to save his family from a Hollow's attack. It wasn't a solemn affair by any means, but Ichigo Kurosaki had taken on her powers for the time. A human with such immense spiritual pressure that he was able to break through a Kido by sheer willpower alone, rushed in to save the day when a hollow attacked his family, only to need to be rescued by Rukia herself. Taking a crushing blow, the squat soul reaper was left unable to fight, and took the only option left to her. Choosing to impart a portion of her power onto Ichigo, with the intent of letting him fend off the hollow, then keeping him on a leash until her powers naturally flowed out of him and back to her, instead, nearly all of her spiritual energy was sucked from her body and imparted upon the teenager. So now, Rukia lacked the power to return to the Soul Society, as well as the power to continue her duties uninhibited. She had performed a criminal act by imparting her powers upon Ichigo, an act that she had intended to keep quiet, but now she had to sell that she was recovering from an injury to her squad captain. She would still be able to continue her duties, but had to refrain from returning for debriefing. Luckily, it was an easy sell, due to Ukitake and Aizen's charitable disposition at the time. But she could hardly inhabit the spirit world safely with a lack of powers. She needed a shell to inhabit, to recuperate in. Luck seemed to remain on her side, relatively speaking, when she was directed to a small shop run from a derelict and ancient looking building. The owner was quite perceptive of her plight, and offered her a Gigai to recuperate in. A temporary body that would take on her own physical attributes and allow her to inhabit the relatively safe human world. This way she could avoid being targeted by hollows in her weakened state. In the mean time, she would have to blend in with humans, and she had just the identity in mind. She was going to assume the identity of a high school girl that attended the same high school as one Ichigo Kurosaki, and the boy would act in her stead as a Shinigami until her powers returned to her. It was a simple task to acquire a uniform from the school, and Urahara, the shopkeeper, did a part in helping her establish an identity within Karakura High School as a transfer student However... Artificial body or no, a Gigai needed to sustain itself on the same things a human body did. Food, water, exercise and sleep. Basic things, yes, but things that Rukia had lived without for hundreds upon hundreds of years. As such, it was unfamiliar to feel the pangs of hunger settle into her stomach the first night she spent in her Gigai. Being told that water was the most important thing of all for her new body, she had made sure to drink plenty of it, having a glass before bed, once during the night when she had woken up to eat a small snack, then again when she woke up. Generously, Urahara had allowed her to sleep in his shop the first night, but now she was on her own to find a place... or more urgently...a toilet. Perhaps due to her lack of familiarity with having such a need anymore, or to the relatively...diminutive stature of her newly-human body, Rukia's bladder had filled to near capacity with the plentiful amounts of water she'd been drinking. Not used to the sensation, her Gigai hadn't even alerted her to the situation until it had become somewhat urgent to address. With a small bulge in her abdomen, barely visible under her blazer and the waist of her skirt, the many-yeared High-Schooler waddled down the street with her thighs pressed together, her knees slightly bent inward as she moved, intent to keep up some semblance of dignity while her mind raced for a solution to the issue at hand. I'd forgotten what this felt like...and how urgent it can be. Damn! I don't know any of the modern customs for something like this. Surely I can't ask a resident to use theirs? or...maybe a shop? Would they even have one? I don't remember! Agh! This is so bad! Coming to a set of train tracks with the safety beam lowered, Rukia couldn't even bare to stand still, having to bounce on her heels and lift her leg up in place, huffing through her nose as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I haven't walked the streets of the human world since the feudal era! How am I supposed to know about the advancement of the privy in society! This is complete and utter...- "Hey there..." A shudder ran up Rukia's back in surprise as a voice suddenly greeted her from behind. Stamping her one raised leg back to the ground, she turned with a blush on her face to meet the gaze of another girl wearing the same uniform as hers. A red headed girl with short hair cut into a bob, and her bangs parted to either side, she peered at Rukio over her glasses with a somewhat concerned look on her face, but a bit of pinkish color to her cheeks. "Are you okay? You seem kind of fidgety." Rukia almost froze. She didn't know how high school girls talked to each other in this day in age! It seemed kind of brash for one to just walk up to another. She almost told her off, but then remembered that she was meant to be blending in, and so shouldn't give any reason for others to exclude her. She should peppy, cheery and kind. The more people liked her, the more friends she could acquire that would help hide her growing spiritual pressure from any hollows. Swallow, she put on her best cheery expression, and began speaking with a soft and innocent giggle. "Ah, I'm sorry, I was really nervous I was going the wrong way. I haven't actually been to the school before..." she says, immediately moving to bow to the other girl in respect. Unsure of her social standing, or the customs that people obeyed when meeting in the modern era of the human world, she felt it was the safest bet. However, her bladder felt otherwise, and sharply protested the movement by convulsing in her, threatening to push it's contents out into the one pair of undergarments that she had been provided with her Gigai. Standing with her knees and thighs mashed together, Rukia couldn't help but cock her hips backwards as she bowed, using the opportunity of putting her hands on the front of her skirt to sneak a quick push in at the crease of her thighs, before straightening up and giving a big smile to the girl that had addressed her. "O...oh..." the girl stammered, seemingly thrown off by the erratic greeting. Waving her hands in front of herself dismissively, she chuckled back herself before starting to speak in earnest. "Yeah, your going the right way. No need to go bowing or anything. Sorry...I just thought...uh...nevermind....I haven't seen you at school before?" she asks somewhat awkwardly, her eyes looking the opposite girl up and down as she she shifted her weight from side to side. The fidgety shinigami was quick to note that the youth of the modern area spoke with far more familiarity than they had when she was a teen, and quickly put her hand over her mouth to suppress another giggle. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm a transfer student and today is my first day. My name is Kuchiki, Rukia." she says, moving to bow again, but deciding it may be a bad idea, both in the social context and in that it would compress her bladder once again. The girl cleared her throat, reaching up to rub nervously at her neck. She seemed hesitant to make eye contact. "I see, I see. Well it's very nice to meet you Kuchiki-chan. I..*ahem*...uh...the train is gone..." she says, pointing over the soul reaper's shoulder at the safety bar lifting behind her. Rukia looked over her shoulder and felt a wave of relief pass over her. She had already grown tired of making a proper, still-standing conversation with this human, and was eager to keep moving toward the school. Who knows how long it would be until she was able to relieve herself, and she didn't want to drag it out talking to this girl. "Ah! Great! I hope to see you at school! I'm going to go on ahead so I can see the campus before classes start! Bye Bye!" she says, spinning on her heels and speed-walking across the tracks down the road, waving behind her as she did her best to put distance between her and the girl. Said girl was not moving, however, seemingly rooted to the spot, as a wave of bright red color washed over her face. OhmygodOhmygod! What the hell was that Chizuru!? That girl was totally holding back a flood! Your strongest fetish and you just let her walk away to wet her panties out of sight somewhere!? I can't believe I just froze up like that! I never freeze up!...well she isn't really my type. Exactly the opposite actually. Short, flat, dark hair and really formal. and I could never have eyes for another when my dear Orihime still needs me! but...but...oh just the thought~. The girl remained at the train tracks for a couple minutes simply lost in thought, stepping back and forth like she was playing both sides of her mental debate, tapping her chin in thought with her evaluation of Rukia's stature. However, she ended up finishing her odd, unprompted pantomime with a hungry look in her eyes, a blush on her face, and a bit of crimson blood dribbling from her right nostril. I have to see if she makes it! Even on the off chance she doesn't! It's not cheating if it happens without my input! I'll just watch! Watch as those amber little rivers travel down those little chicken-legs into her socks and shoes. and Listen..I'll listen to shrill hiss of...- "Just what the hell are you doing?" A shudder ran up Chizuru's back in surprise as a voice suddenly made itself known from behind her. Turning around, she saw the infamous Tatsuki Arisawa, always popping up to stop her exploits of love whenever possible. Like a devil sent to ruin her good fun at every good turn. Pursing her lips, Chizuru shot a glare at the girl, starting to walk backwards across the train tracks as she spoke, with Arisawa following her in a forward pace. "I'm not doing anything Tatsuki! Honest this time. You don't have to worry about little old angel Chizuru." "Angel my ass. More like the demon of lust. You had better not be up to anything.." she warns, quickening her pace to walk past the red head, which caused Chizuru to spin around and match her pace, leaning forward to look her accuser in the eyes while making wild and frantic gestures. "I'm not up to anything! You know me! I'm only ever up to something when Orihime is around, and we don't see her until we get to school!" "Yeah, and the fact that you're owning up to that makes me think you're up to something this one time. There was another girl here earlier. You leave her alone too, creep." Chizuru felt a wave of shame wash over her, followed by a flush of frustration. Tatsuki thought she was some sort of saint protector, when all that Chizuru did was have some good and honest hormonal fun! And she didn't know anything about that either! How dare she just assume! But her statement also brought something else to the forefront of her mind. Rukia had rushed on ahead, leaving her at the train tracks. If she didn't hurry to catch up, she wouldn't be seeing anything, accident or no. "I am incredibly offended Tatsuki-chan!" Chizuru suddenly declares, stepping in front of her classmate and stopping her in her tracks, while holding a hand to her chest in an indignant gesture. "I can't believe you would accuse me of trying to lustfully pine after a transfer student on her first day to our wonderful school, especially when you know all to well that Inoue holds my heart forever and for true! I expected better of you, and I would thank you not to walk with me to school anymore!" With her speech made, Chizuru started to stomp off towards school, leaving Tatsuki there, stunned and speechless for a full minute, as the mess of red hair and hormones stomped into the distance. "I...I wasn't walking with you? and...transfer? What the hell..." she stammers, ultimately more confused than guilty or offended by the sudden outburst. Something wasn't right...Chizuru needed to be followed... -- "Ah...well..of course students are allowed into the bathrooms...just, don't be late." Rukia felt like singing upon hearing the staff member at the gate affirm her suspicions. If young men and women were expected to spend eight hours a day in this building, as well as eat meals here, there surely had to be some facilities they were allowed to use in their daily routine. But he seemed very embarrassed by having to address the fact. Rukia didn't want to seem out of place, so she too acted embarrassed, turning her face away and covering her mouth. "Oh...I'm terribly sorry. It's just...at my other school...oh it's nothing...Thank you very much..." she says, starting in a haphazard lie before scurrying on toward the main building, keeping a fair distance between other groups of students. The teacher seemed keen to let her go, which gave her free reign to walk at the fastest pace she possibly could toward the main building. She needed a privy urgently now, ever step sending pins and needles through her swollen abdomen, with her body threatening to give up on her any minute. She wasn't keen on wearing soiled clothing until she had an opportunity to secure more to wear or wash the ones she had now, so she held on with all her might, waddling towards the doors slightly hunched forward, with her thighs together and feet somewhat apart, obviously moving like she was in some sort of pain, but managing to keep pace between two groups of students who had walked together. She made it inside without incident, intent on walking right past the area with several odd-looking shelves with doors on them, where the human teenagers were stopping and depositing items. She didn't have anything after all...so why would she even need to stop. "Excuse me young lady!" The voice was so direct and so accusatory in tone, that Rukia could hardly mistake it's target for anyone else but her. Turning her face toward the source, she found a middle aged human woman glaring her down, with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her lips. Unable to figure out why this slightly grey and wrinkly person would be shouting at her, Rukia did her absolute best to put on a curious and innocent expression, tilting her head to the side as she spoke, whilst simultaneously bouncing from foot to foot and lacing her fingers together behind her back, clenching them almost white-knuckle tight. "Oh, I'm sorry? Did I do something wrong?" she asks, trying her best to sound sweet, when all she could think about was how she needed this woman to leave her alone so she could see out a privy...or rather, bathroom, as the male staff member had called it. "You should know that! You need to change your shoes before stepping into the building!" the woman demands. It seemed somewhat odd, initially. Changing shoes just to walk through a building? Granted, shoes were far different in these days than the sandals and tabi she were used to. And she recalled that when she was alive, it had been custom to walk barefoot through others homes. But special shoes just to enter a building? One, she didn't have the time for this. Two, it seemed downright ridiculous. And three, she only had the single pair of shoes to begin with. But the most important point was that she didn't have time. As she was standing there, processing the woman's words, she felt a spasm cover her midsection, as a gush of hot liquid burst from her womanhood into the pure white underwear she bore beneath her skirt, soaking in and staining the thin fabric almost instantly. "Oh!" Rukia exclaimed in surprise, her face lighting up bright red at the damp sensation she was now faced with. A sensation she hadn't felt for hundreds of years,and one she wasn't looking to become intimately familiar with. Clenching her fists tighter and tensing her lower muscles, she barely fought off another leak before she spoke again, her voice carrying an embarrassed tone with it, "I...I'm terribly sorry. I'm a new student..and I...I don't have a...a box?" she stammers, looking frantically at what the other students were using, "I don't have a box like everyone else...and...I didn't bring any shoes to change into." It wasn't the best lie she could come up, even with her notorious quick wit and intelligence. Somehow, it was almost like the damp sensation in her underwear was draining every bit of confidence she had by the second, as she felt her bladder contract again, slamming against her clenched muscles with a heavy liquid load. "What are you...oh...right, the staff said something about you..." the woman says, sighing and pinching her nose. "Your locker is 14C. You were supposed to bring shoes with you today...but...well, I guess it can't be helped. But if you forget them tomorrow then your going to have to meet with the principal, understood!?" she says sternly. In a way, Rukia was shocked that the woman was taking such a tone with her, but then, she appeared just as any other girl in the area right now. And some of those girls were beginning to look at the altercation. She needed to diffuse the situation. But then...there was also her very urgent need to relieve herself. An urgent need that was made all the more urgent by a second spurt, longer this time, jetting into the fabric of her underwear, rolling between her thighs and barely breaching the fabric's capacity for liquid, sending a single drop rolling don her thighs to her knee before stopping. She didn't have any time left. Her petite body and lost experience in holding her golden waters was betraying her, and she needed relief, fast. "Ah, of course. I'm sorry. Nobody told me. By chance could you point me to the nearest bathroom?" She asks, stepping forward somewhat frantically, but doing her best to keep her pleasant expression. The woman was taken aback by the girl's sudden approach, but answered nonetheless, pointing along with her explaination. "There's a bathroom on every floor." she said, pointing upwards, then down the hall to the west, "They're located on the west end of the building no matter what floor you're on. Girls on the left, Boys on the right." she explains. Rukia didn't even stop to say thank you, power walking toward the western wing of the first floor, her fists clenched at her side, swinging in time with her steps. She couldn't afford to waste time shuffling and waddling any more. If she wasted time, she would end up making a mess of her clothes and the floor beneath her. Thankfully, the woman did not protest, leaving her to speedily stride towards the bathroom. Her hurried gait did come with a cost, however. Another spurt leaked from Rukia's womanly flower, then another. And another. Her panties could hardly hold the squirts of liquid spraying from her body, and sent rivulets of pale yellow nectar down the insides of her thighs, lightly sprinkling the floor as she all but jogged towards the bathroom, searching for any sort of sign or indicator of a toilet she could release into. The cloth meant to be shielding her womanly parts from the elements were now the source of uncomfortable sodden warmth that she hoped to avoid, and the liquid cooling against her thighs was making chilled goosebumps rise across her pale skin. I'm not going to make it. Hundreds of years old and I'm about to wet myself like a child! What would brother say...?" she whimpered in her own thoughts as her eyes scanned the halls frantically, a twitching and uneasy smile plastered on her face in a facade of calm. Finally, her lilac orbs settle upon a sign, bolted to the wall. W.C What did W.C mean? All the other signs on the walls had a single letter of the English Language on them followed by another. Furthermore, this sign was on both sides of the relatively large doorway that it indicated. Each sign had a different characterization on it, one presumably of a female, by the dress shaped that was it's body, and one a male, indicated by the lack of a dress. The doorway led into some smaller tiled area, with brighter and harsher lighting. W.C...W.C...is that it? I don't see how...but all these other rooms are all the same...and they have windows and desks in them. They aren't private...maybe..Waste Closet? Crude but...that has to mean Habakari? A privy! Washroom! W! It's got to be. Oh please let it be. Rukia made a beeline for the room, choosing to enter to side indicated by the drawing of the person in a dress. Entering, it was devoid of people...but it seemed that she had chosen right. It was a secluded room, with a wall covered corner to corner with a mirror, and what looked to be washbasins with strange steel pipes protruding from them. The room was unusually large, but possessed several other smaller rooms within it, which the shinigami could only hope held a hole into which she could relieve her swollen bladder Making for the first door, another gushing burst of hot urine spread other through the gusset of her underwear, leaking through the fabric and down her legs, sprinkling the floor with droplets as she ran to the stall. Looking inside, the woman physically paled with shock and confusion. Inside was a strange device of porcelain, already housing clean water inside of it, with a steel lever on the side and a steel casing beside it, out of which a white, paper-like substance hung close to the floor. "What the hell is...nng..no!" The raven-haired death god only had time to hesitate for a moment, before a hard spasm rocked her entire body, her bladder contracting at the site of what her brain recognized as a possible receptacle for her waste. Even though she had never encountered such a device before, she could just envision squatting over the opening, her own golden nectar splashing into the clean water and mixing with it, forming a lake of amber beneath her. Her muscles relaxed beyond her will, and a steady stream of urine began to flood her panties, gushing over her womahood and leaking down her legs onto the floor below. With no options left, she took the only one available to her. Spreading her legs where she stood, and frantically bunching her skirt up around her waist, she squatted over the opening, revealing her sodden cotton panties to the open air, as pale yellow liquid fell from the crotch and rear in two distinct streams, the rest messily trailing down her legs, thankfully falling off in thicker streams from her knees before reaching her socks, creating two small, shameful little puddles on the floor beside the toilet. Unable to stifle herself, a short moan escaped Rukia's lips as she took a breath, her body shuddering with relief as her bladder deflated, her waters streaming through the sodden and ruined fabric of her panties into the water below with a loud, sustained splashing sound. She looked down with a fire-red blush on her face, unable to decide whether she had made it or not. After only about a minute of sustained release, her stream began to die off, revealing that it truly had been from lack of capacity that she felt so desperate for relief. Unable to deal with what she had just done, the dark haired woman stood there, motionless, with her hands holding her skirt up around her waist, clad in wet underwear and standing over puddles of urine that acted as evidence to her embarrassment. She wouldn't cry...even as she felt tears come to her eyes...she was prouder than that...a shinigami... -- There she is! Chizuru could hardly move fast enough as she got through the school doors, panting and sweating from the exhaustion settling into her body. As soon as she had gotten out of direct eyesight of Tatsuki, turning the corner, she had started running to catch up with Rukia, and only managed to do so just inside the school. Having breezed right past the school greeter, she saw her target directly across the entry area from her, speaking with a teacher while dancing from foot to foot. Moving swiftly to her own locker, the redheaded pervert girl tuned her ears to the conversation that Rukia was having, deducing it as unimportant, but serving it's purpose as just another delay on the girl's way to the bathroom. Pulling her shoes off and her school shoes on as fast as she could, Chizuru couldn't help but train her eyes on Rukia's shaking and dancing legs, as they shifted back and forth, in front of and behind one another, subtly crossing in a dance that was only erotic for her and her alone. And as an added treat. Just as she was about to turn away and rush off down the hall, a single glistening droplet snaked it's way down the inner side of Rukia's left side. The redhead's mind ran wild with what had to be going on in the petite girl's head right now. 'Oh no," she would cry, "I can't pee my panties on the first day in a new school! Everyone will make fun of me and my reputation will be ruined!' All the while, her control will be waning, as spurt after spurt leaks into her damp panties, snaking down her thighs and dripping on the floor as she rushed to the bathroom, only to be met by a line of girls, all waiting for the same relief. 'oh no!' Rukia would cry internally, plunging both hands between her thighs and bunching her skirt up against her leaking flower, squirming her perky little butt on the spot as she fought to keep a flood at bay, 'I certainly can't hold it this long! I'm going to wet myself right here in the hall in front of everyone!' Getting her shoes on, Chizuru spared a passing greeting to the woman teacher overseeing the students, before rushing off toward the bathroom after Rukia. She could still see the girl further down the hall, frantically turning her head back and forth in search of a bathroom in an unfamiliar environment. Just the sight was enough to wet Chizuru's own panties, for a far different reason than bladder busting desperation. There were even small little droplets on the floor, undetectable to eyes that weren't hungrily searching for evidence of Rukia's loss of control. When Rukia finally about-face turned into the bathrooms, the red-headed girl stopped just short of the doorway, leaning back against the wall and putting a hand to her pounding heart, and one between her thighs, gently rubbing the skin that was exposed beneath her uniform skirt. Taking deep breaths, she shut her eyes and imagined any number of scenarios. The new girl at the new school frantically running into the bathroom, only barely able to get her underwear out of the way in time, pulling the sodden and stained fabric to the side before letting an arcing torrent lose into the toilet bowl. Or perhaps all the stalls are full, and, with no options left, the normally polite and formal girl has to swallow her pride and urinate in a trash can, or the sink. Then, a stall door opens and she's caught in the act! Oh how embarrassing! She'll never live this down! That is...unless Chizuru were the one to catch her. She'd be merciful, sure. For giving her such a good show, the redhead would promise not to tell anyone, for only the small price of being allowed to watch every time the new girl relieved herself. Sometimes maybe she'd make Rukia wet herself. Or maybe she'd make her hold it all day long! Oh the thought was just titillating! How delightfully masochistic! How dreadfully perverted! How- "Chizuru!" The hormonal young teen jumped so hard she nearly shook the glasses right off of her face. Quickly pushing them back into place, she turned to face down none other than her arch-nemesis and close friend, Tatsuki Arisawa. "Oh Great! What do you want now!?" Chizuru protests, stamping her foot, her fists clenched at her sides. "What do I want!?" Tatsuki protests, clenching her own fist and shaking it at the girl, leaning in and glaring her down ferociously, "What are you doing!? Camping out by the girl's bathroom!? Are you really that depraved?" "D-Depraved? I beg your pardon! I was about to head inside myself!" "Bullshit! I watched you follow that girl here! Are you really that perverted!?" "P-Perverted! How dare you!" "Don't give me that!-" -- Staring herself down in the window, Rukia struggled to cope with what she had just done. Vaguely, her ears picked up on what sounded like an argument around the corner. However, her mind was elsewhere entirely, replaying the events of the last few minutes in her head. She had wet herself, fully and earnestly, just like a young child. She had started even before she knew where the bathroom was. She still didn't know if she knew where the bathroom was properly. She had urinated all over herself, her underclothes, and the floor. Her only option to have her accident remain undetcted was to use her underwear to mop up the puddles and then dispose of the sodden fabric. And that's what she had done. In the stall, she dragged her soaked and stained panties down her glistening legs, ringed them out over the receptical she had urinated into, and then mopped up the puddle on either side. Her yellowed and damp underwear now sat in the trash by the door, buried under several layers of disposable towels that Rukia had quickly learned how to dispense and used to wipe her legs clean and liquid, even dampening some to wash herself down a bit. Even now, she could still faintly detect a smell on herself, and there was a small dark patch on the front of her skirt, near the hem, where a few drops had soaked in after flying off her legs. Still, she was grateful that she was relatively free of evidence, even if she now had to walk around with her womanhood free to the open air, with only the short fabric of her uniform skirt to protect it from prying eyes. "Some Soul Reaper...powerless, and now reduced to urinating on herself. I'm going to give Ichigo a piece of my mind..." she grumbles, glaring herself in the mirror before leaning forward to wash her hands. Though, immediately after the words left her lips, she felt herself immediately filled with shame. There was no way that Ichigo could find out about this. Not after she had presented herself as a mighty and knowledgeable god of death to him. For starters, she'd be bringing shame to her family name by admitting to such a folly, but the boy would never listen to her if he knew she had fallen to such a juvenile urge. "OW! TATSUKI! HOW CAN YOU BE SO CRUEL!? AH!" The raven haired woman was pulled from her thoughts by some sudden shouting outside the room. Turning her head and straightening up, she watched as a girl with short, spiky black hair rounded the corner, rubbing her hand. Her knuckles appeared red and swollen, and her face spoke of the discomfort she felt as a result. Quickly deciding that she should act as thought nothing happened at all, Rukia offered the girl a smile, again leading with an innocent giggle to start the conversation. "Ah, hello. Are you all right? I heard yelling?" she asks, folding her hands in front of her skirt. Due to her lack of undergarments, she suddenly felt very vulnerable, as a light breeze tickled her most sensitive areas. The girl with the swollen knuckles looked up with somewhat stern eyes, but an overall neutral expression. Letting her hands fall to her side, she nods, tilting her head to her side. "Yeah, I'm okay. Are you all right. Chizuru wasn't bothering you, was she?" she asks. "Ah...Chizuru...I'm afraid I don't know who you mean?" Rukia replied, confused. Was Chizuru the staff member she had met by the gate? Or maybe the one that had stopped her in the halls. Maybe the red headed girl? The dark haired girl scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Figures. Look, the red headed girl. She's got...something of a reputation. Just...be vigilant alright." Blinking, Rukia nodded, clearing her throat as she suddenly felt an uncomfortable sensation crawling up her back, though she couldn't exactly place why. "I...I'll keep that in mind. I'm sorry but, who are you?" The butch young woman points to herself with her thumb, offering a small smile. "I'm Tatsuki. Tatsuki Arisawa. You're new here right?" Rukia nods, "I see. Well I guess it's nice to meet you then. If you tell me your name and what class your in, I can show you there if you want. It's the least I can do after the morning you've had." Rukia felt a sense of unease at the girl's words. What did she mean by "the morning you've had." Could she possibly know her current situation...? ... No, of course not. Nobody saw her. Nobody could possibly know the bare state of her nether regions right now. There was absolutely no indication that she had urinated on herself, besides the faint smell the clung to her. But even then, it was unlikely that Tatsuki would be able to smell, given the distance between them. Unable to discern the girl's meaning, Rukia offered a simple smile, and decided to just answer her question is as straightforward a manner as possible. "Ah...I'm Kuchiki, Rukia..." she says, introducing herself. Taking care not to bow to the girl as she had done to the red head earlier, she stated which class she was in, which seemed to please Tatsuki. "Oh, we're classmates. I'll show you to the classroom." Rukia felt some relief at her luck. Now all that was left was to hope that she was in the same class as Ichigo. Still, having someone willing to show her around on the first day was a godsend, and would make confronting the boy all that much easier. Still, she supposed that she couldn't do it directly, lest she let on that something was awry with her appearance her relationship to the newborn shinigami. "Actually, before we go, I have a question." "Oh, what is it?" "Do you have a pen?" -- "Oh! Are you Kurosaki-kun?" Ichigo turned his head to glance upon Rukia with a look of befuddlement and bewilderment on his face as he gazed upon the woman that had saved not only his life, but the lives of his sisters the previous night. Standing there,confident, Rukia met his gaze with a cool charisma only born of years of speaking experience. "I'll be sitting next to you from today on. My name is Kuchiki, Rukia." Needless to say, the boy reacted with surprise, bolting up and thrusting a finger in her direction, while he friends looked on, confusingly unsurprised by Ichigo's antics, until one brown haired boy decided to speak up and inquire into his friend's concern. Then, the tall, brutish one man took his turn with questioning, this time asking if by chance, Rukia and Ichigo knew each other. Attentive and sly, the shinigami was quick to intercept. "oh, of course not. This is our first meeting. Right, Kurosaki-kun?" Her statement leaving Ichigo speechless, his friends proceeded to fill the blanks, explaining that Rukia was a transfer student. She almost couldn't wish for a better alibi if she had paid for one. Extending her hand, she nailed home the final phrase of the interaction, turning her palm up to face Ichigo. "Nice to meet you." she greets, while the subtle writing on her palm held a single phrase. It was both intended as a deterrent for the boy to reveal their prior relationship, and as a warning that if he should mention the lingering scent on her person, that she would beat him senseless to the Soul Society and back "make a scene and you are SO dead." Upon seeing the boy's shocked reaction, Rukia knew she was in control, and couldn't help allowing a confident smile to part her lips, despite the slight breeze tickling her bare nethers, and chilling the damp skin against her thighs...
  2. My wife knows my obsession with her (or any woman) wetting her panties in public. While not really wanting to be seen wetting in public she was feeling naughty and thought it would be a nice treat to pick an open area In a public park and when her panties while I took a few pictures. Just starting to leak a little. Wetting in progress ... Finished, and very wet. -do=add#.url
  3. This evening I had a Skype meeting for a volunteer organisation I'm involved with starting at 18:30 (yes, that is a very strange time for a meeting). Before the meeting I had a slight urge to pee, but nothing too bad. Instead of going to the bathroom, I made myself a large cup of tea and filled my water bottle once more. The meeting went fine, and nothing to special happened, except that my need to pee kept growing as I first finished my tea and then started (mostly absentmindedly) drinking from the bottle of water I had next to me. Around 19:15 my hand occasionally slipped between my legs to hold myself - nothing that could be noted on Skype as only my face was visible and I kept on discussing with my co-workers/volunteers. It remained this way for the rest of the meeting, as my need kept growing. At 19:45 my meeting was concluded, and I said goodbye to my people and closed Skype. I went to clean up some things left from dinner, dancing through my kitchen and dining room. My light blue skinny jeans were digging into my bladder, which did not make holding, or bending down to put things in the dishwasher, any easier. For context, I was also wearing grey socks, and hipsters in a shade of red. I was wearing a blouse over my jeans. After cleaning up the kitchen and dining room, which took about five minutes, I went upstairs and closed all my documents, saved and uploaded the minutes I had taken of the meeting and logged on to this forum. I was dancing around behind my computer while answering some private messages and reading some topics. My desperation was growing inmensly fast, probably because there was a natural build up of liquid before I decided to dump a large cup of tea and a bottle of water in my bladder as well (plus that I also had a tall glas of water with my dinner). As I was replying to private messages and looking up some fun videos, the feeling of pee trying to escape grew and before long I truelly and unintentionally lost a first spurt of pee in my pants and jeans. I could feel the wetness while holding and was surprised that I had lost it that quickly. For about ten minutes I was steadily leaking, while dancing around and occassionally freeing my hands in order to type a message - it was at these times that I often leak. When I would remove my hands from between my legs, I would have to wipe them dry on my jeans. Then I lost another spurt of pee, and I tried to hold it in, but seconds later I was losing more and instead of stopping I could only decrease the stream I was peeing. With two hands between my legs, I hobbled to the bathroom. As if my bladder sensed relief was near, the small stream of pee turned into a large stream and I was quickly soaking my jeans while standing on a mat in front of my shower. I gave up on trying to take the step into the shower, as I could only sigh in pure relief as my bladder emptied into my jeans, through my socks and onto (and into) the mat. After I finished wetting, I admired my fully wet jeans in the mirror. They had turned dark all the way in the front, only the glinstering of the material giving away that it was wet. The back of my knees was dry, but my butt and around my ankles were wet. I stripped myself of wet clothes, dried my feet and put all my clothes (including the mat) into the washing machine. Then I took a quick shower to clean myself of all pee residue, before returning to my computer to share this story with you. Have you ever lost it faster than you anticipated?
  4. I was searching around a few keywords on google yesterdat, and I was pleasantly surprised with this find. Plot goes roughly like this: a bunch of friends are having a lot of food and drinks, and the bear excuses himself; soon another one has to go, but finds the bathroom closed, and waits for his turn. And so, a line is formed as everyone wants to go but the bear doesn't come out...
  5. Dimwitrolo

    female Rainbow Rocket

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Something wrong? You gonna stop me?
  6. Another story about Astrid! The sun was rising in Berk. Astrid woke up, with very full bladder. She had a dream, where she was very desperated. Astrid quickly put on her aqua shirt, spiky-skirt, white panties and boots. She was heading to toilet, holding her crotch tightly when someone knocked on the door. Astrid decided that she can hold it, so she opened the door. It was Hiccup. - Hi Astrid. - He said. - Hi, what makes you come to me so early? - She asked him. - Oh, just to talk about few things. Can I come in? - Said Hiccup. - Yeah, of course! - Said Astrid, and let HIccup enter. They sat on bed, Astrid with tightly crossed legs. - So, we're going to get back to that cave on the island with Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Fishlegs. - Said Hiccup. - Which island? - Astrid asked. - The one where you know, you peed yourself. - Said Hiccup. Astrid instanly blushed and put her hand into panties to hold her crotch more tightly. Hiccup noticed that. - Uh, you haven't gone to toilet yet? - He asked her. - I meant to go when you knocked on the door. - She said. - Oh, maybe you'll go now? - Said Hiccup. - Yeah, I'll go... - She said and tried to stand up. She instantly leaked few droplets. - I'll not make it! - She screamed. - Wait, I'll get some bucket! Hold it! - Said Hiccup and quickly got some bucked which was nearby, and placed it next to Astrid, who was only in her panties now. - Quickly, get my panties off! If I stop holding my crotch I'll pee myself! - She said loudly. Hiccup quickly done what Astrid wanted. She quickly squatted above bucket with spreaden legs and began peeing. Hiccup was watching her with one eye, predenting that he is not watching her. - You helped me, you can watch me. You saw me wetting myself already. - Said Astrid. After 1 minute she finished peeing. - Thank you. - She said, and hugged Hiccup still without panties. - Oh, I forgot - Said Astrid and put on her panties and skirt. - You know, that was cool - Said Hiccup. - Seeing you peeing kinda turns me on - He said. - Maybe I'll hold it for the whole journey? - She suggested. - It also turns me on. - She said with cute smile. - Okay, if you want to you can do it - Said Hiccup. To be continued... (There'll be 1 more part of this story)
  7. TinklePants

    Too Many Errands

    I had to run some errands, I needed more pullups and a backpack. I showered, went potty, then put myself into my last GoodNite with some tan shorts that sagged about an inch below the pullup’s waist band. I drove out to the sporting goods store and as I was pulling into the parking space I leaked a little into the pullup. I finished parking while dribbling. When I stepped out of the car a stream came out that I just let trickle for several minutes while I pretended to play with my phone. Once I got control the pullup had swollen noticeably in the front and gusset, it felt so comfy. As I walked inside I continued to tinkle till I got to the stairs. I went upstairs carefully trying to wait for the pullup to absorb my accident. I felt a bit silly walking like a duck but luckily all was safe I felt the back begin to swell by the top of the stairs and the risk of a leak was averted. I took up the farthest urinal. Let out what was left though I knew I’d have more in minutes. Tucked myself back into my wet diapee, washed my hands, then went to look at backpacks. I eventually found what I needed and tinkled a bit more on and off in the process. The checkout line was about 5 minutes’ wait, enough time to dribble just before it was my turn. At this point I felt mostly empty so my pullup was able to really absorb and spread my pee. I got back to my car, spread out a plastic bag I had, and climbed in for the drive across town to a Walmart. Along the way I drank my second Gatorade and quickly felt the pullup leak out all across my bum… That’s what the bag is for. At this point I needed new shorts before returning home where my roommate would see me. I then got a professional call and knew I’d have to make a follow-up call sooner than I’d get back. Eventually I pulled into the Walmart lot, I couldn’t hold it any more. I stepped out and at once I felt the cool wet shorts against my skin and a stream immediately release. I tried to keep holding back but all I did was keep it from becoming a torrent. I was completely wetting myself in the Walmart parking lot. I continued to send a few texts to get a phone number while I felt the pullup fill completely, then leak out the leg gathers in the back. I drenched the back of my shorts, but not too much dribbled to the ground before I got control again. I had to wait for a reply, so I took the time to go inside and get myself sorted. I did feel really awkward walking through the super center. Not too much was visible on the front, but the back was very obvious I had pissed myself a lot. I wonder if it was also obvious that I had flooded a pullup… I do know I have no idea who noticed or what their reactions were, since they’d have to look back after passing me to see. I had to walk to the opposite corner of the super center to get to the diaper section. There were a lot of people and about three traffic jams I had to wait for while everyone behind could just watch my wet butt… I felt a dribble on the last jam. Eventually I got to the diapers and there was one mother with her kids. Thankfully I didn’t have to interact, but I’m sure she saw. I went to the next isle, but then had to go to the same one as her. It was a short isle at about 10 feet. I walked over did an about-face, then saw my L/XL GoodNites, turned back and grabbed them. I stood there for a moment feeling my face grow red while I made sure I got the right ones. Then went back around and walked all the way down the back isle to get to the restrooms with GoodNites in hand and soaked behind. Once inside the bathroom only one other person was in the adjacent toilet stall as the free one. I went in, closed the door, pulled off my shorts, tore off my soaked diapee and peed some on the potty. Then I dabbed myself dry with toilet paper, opened the package of GoodNites and put one of them on. I pulled my shorts back on, flushed, and left the stall. I tossed the wet pullup in the trash and placed the open package of GoodNites on the counter while I washed my hands. I grabbed it with one hand, with it missing one pullup the plastic shifted showing the pullups inside. I thought it would make sense if people saw that, then my wet pants. They’d know I’m prepared now. I went back to the diaper section and grabbed baby wipes, then walked through the super center with baby wipes, an open package of pullups, and wet shorts. Eventually I found the Men’s cloths section, and found some shorts similar to what I had on. I grabbed them, threw them over my diapers and wipes, and headed to checkout. I decided I better not do self-checkout with an open package, so I went through the cashier line. I stood there awkwardly while the lady in front of me had a large order rung up. The cashier was an older lady, but beyond that I didn’t… really make any eye contact. I stood there waiting while another lady come up behind me and we waited there for about 5 minutes before she left. I stayed right where I was, awkwardly at the end of the conveyor belt, turned at an angle to minimize who could see my pants. Soon it was my turn. I walked up, took the shorts off the diapers and wipes and put them on the belt. Then I asked her, “Is it okay that I opened this?” “What’s that?” “I took one of the pullups out of the package, is that okay?” “Oh yes that’s completely fine. Thanks for being so honest about it.” She rang it up and we didn’t say much more, I kept avoiding eye contact. She bagged everything up and I grabbed it and went into the nearby restrooms. There I pulled the tags off the shorts, pulled off my shorts and shoved them into the bag, then wiped my legs down at least with the baby wipes, and put on the new shorts… then untied one shoe. In the plastic bag you could see it had some cloths, a bag of GoodNites, and baby wipes. Which was carried by me who stopped to tie his shoe. Bending over exposed about two inches of my pullup. The same pullup I told the kind cashier I was wearing. I got to my car then drove to a grocery store. While walking through the store looking for their diapers I was so relaxed I just felt a stream develop. I let it continue and fill the front of my pullup while I found the diapers. I grabbed more L/XL GoodNites, then reached up high for some bed pads and felt my shirt pull up and show my pullup waistband, then crouched down low for some baby powder and felt my pants pull down and show the ‘Back’ label. I put all of them into my basket along with another Gatorade and went to checkout. I went through the self-checkout this time, got to my car, then struggled to load everything discreetly while reaching over and into the car. I know that waist band was getting some sunlight there. I peed a bit more in the effort. I then got in, returned that call, and drove home.
  8. wetchris

    So much for planning

    As an older guy I have suffered from bladder problems for a number of years. But just recently I have had to take medication which particularly in the mornings causes me to get desperate quickly. As a result if I am driving any distance I try to stick to a route where I know facilities will be at hand if I need them. Garages, fast food restaurants, public toilets etc. Last week I had a three hour journey to make and carefully planned things. I sometimes wear adult incontinence pads just in case but I find them bulky and uncomfortable and try not to. So on this day I just had briefs under my jeans. I had only been travelling half an hour when I quickly developed an urgent need to pee. But I wasn't too worried as I knew where some public toilets were next to a snack bar in a rest area. As I approached I noticed that the 'P' parking signs had been removed and to my horror I found that the toilets had been closed and huge sheets of metal covered the entrance doors. The desperation immediately intensified but I had no option but to drive on to my next "planned" stop. I knew of a garage that had toilets and it was only 20 minutes away. But it was an agonising drive that required me to squeeze myself through my jeans to hold it in. Even so a couple of bursts did escape and wet my briefs before I could make the garage. As I pulled up there was a sharp stabbing pain and this time I felt my self pissing into my underwear and onto my jeans before I could regain control. Thankfully I didn't lose complete control or I would have wet the seat. I hobbled into the garage only to find it was one unisex toilet that was already occupied. I just had to stand there, legs tight together and a constant grab of my penis through my already wet jeans to prevent a flood. Somehow I held on and managed to let the rest go in the toilet. Managed to get these pictures to record the event! Love pissing myself in the comfort of my own home but not in public!
  9. Super awesome

    PirateTiger-Hayles-accident-small (2)

    Something I found on SoFurry.

    © I do not own this image

  10. This sexy photo set features Alisha peeing in her jeans in a school classroom. Set in a classroom, this stunning photo set features more than 80 images of Alisha. She is wearing a black sleeveless shirt and tight faded jeans. For the first part of this gallery she is simply posing for the camera, showing off and looking sexy, but then she pees herself. Standing on the hard classroom floor, Alisha intentionally pees in her jeans. We can clearly see the faded denim grow dark with wetness as she pees herself. After she is done peeing, she shows off her soaked jeans to the camera. Eventually, she takes off her wet pants, revealing her dripping wet purple panties underneath. Finally, she gets completely naked, holding up her wet underwear to show them off. WARNING: The following photos contain uncovered boobies. Female boobies! Avert thine eyes if thou art offended.
  11. Hey, There was a great channel acccessible via VK.com under that name, and it's now asking to become part of the group? I was hoping someone else in this fountain of knowledge knew about & could help point out how to join as it had incredible videos!! Thanks
  12. Sorry, this story turned out WAY longer than I intended. It’s the first one I’ve ever posted... let me know what you think! Two hours ago, 21 year old Matt tucked his dick back into his black boxer briefs feeling relieved. He was standing in the bathroom of his college apartment and had just finished taking a piss. He wanted to make sure he had emptied his bladder before zipping up into his Halloween costume- a green one of those spandex body suits. He and his three other roommates had decided the night before to each buy one in a different color for last minute costumes. They’d each cut small holes for their mouths, knowing the costume would be pointless if they couldn’t drink at the party while wearing them. Matt slipped his legs into his bodysuit, and got the zipper on the back up as high as he could before walking out of the bathroom to ask one of his roommates to finish zipping him up all the way. Over the last 2 hours, Matt, his roommates and a few friends had been pregaming at their apartment for a Halloween house party they’d be going to. Matt had drank 4 cans of beer and taken a few shots. As he was drinking his fifth beer, someone announced the Uber would be there in 2 minutes to take them to the party. At this moment, Matt felt a slight twinge of his bladder from the drinks he’d had, but figured it wasn’t worth all the hassle of having someone unzip him out of his bodysuit, especially since the Uber was so close. He downed his fifth beer and headed out to get in the Uber with this roommates & 2 other friends they were riding with. Once the Uber let them out, Matt felt another twinge from his bladder that he again ignored as they walked into a packed house party full of friends and strangers alike- all wearing costume much more exciting than his and his roommates. Matt and his roommates went immediately for the keg, and over the next 30 minutes Matt had drank a beer and a half before his bladder sent him another, more urgent signal. Despite the fact he was starting to feel drunk, he took this signal a little more seriously, but still did not feel like “breaking the seal” so early at the party. He gave his crotch a quick squeeze that he tried to disguise as a readjustment and kept drinking. After his 8th beer, Matt could no longer ignore his extremely full bladder. The pressure had grown more and more intense, and he knew that he’d need to find a bathroom very soon or there’d be trouble. After giving his dick a noticeably longer and tighter squeeze than before, Matt walked, bent forward ever so slightly, over to his roommates who’d been in the other corner of the room. Matt wondered if any of them were equally as desperate to pee as he was, as he hadn’t seen any of them stray from the room to empty their bladders. Just as he was analyzing his roommates for any sign of their own need to pee, a wave from his bursting bladder hit him and his hand flew to his crotch while his torso bent forward suddenly. Matt stood upright again, but kept his hand gripped over his crotch. The now constant touching of his crotch, was making his piss filled dick begin to grow. His bursting bladder was bad enough; the last thing he needed while wearing this tight bodysuit was a boner. Rather than ask any of his roommates if they needed to pee, Matt casually asked if any of them knew where the bathroom was. Thankfully, one his roommates, Tommy, did and he offered to show him. Upon hearing this, their roommate Greg shouted out, “Oh thank god! I’ve literally got to piss so fucking bad!!” Matt felt better that he wasn’t the only one, but that didn’t help the fact that he literally felt like he was going to piss his bodysuit. As they started to make their way through the crowd to get to the stairs to head up to the bathroom on the 2nd floor, their friend Jimmy who owned the house, came over and was quite insistent that the three roommates come to the other room to do a keg stand with them. Matt looked nervously at his other roommates, before telling Jimmy that he was sorry but that he had to piss really bad. Before anyone could react, Matt ran off to the stairs, semi-hard cock gripped in hand. Before Tommy or Greg had a chance to also share their need for the bathroom, Jimmy called Matt a pussy and dragged them by their body suits to do a keg stand. As Matt bounded up the steps to look for the bathroom, he kept his hand wrapped tightly around his now fully erect dick while muttering fuck around his breath. When he got to the second floor hallway he was relieved to see the bathroom line consisted of a group of 3 girls, and 2 other guys. Matt joined the line and tried not looking too desperate by letting go of his crotch. When Matt did this, his boner tented out his bodysuit so much that the last guy in line snickered when he saw it. The group of girls entered the bathroom, and Matt crossed his legs tightly and bent over. Both of the other guys in line took notice, but tried not to stare. Matt’s bladder had never been so full and he was starting to worry he wouldn’t make it. Just then, he felt another intense wave hit him, and he felt a jet of warm piss soak into his boxer briefs. He was back to holding his cock again, and was now rocking on his feet while he stood bent over and legs crossed. The girls finally exited the bathroom together, and as the next guy in line entered Matt felt another spurt of pee escape him. There was now a visible wet spot on his bodysuit. Upon seeing this, the guy in front of Matt told him he could go before him. 30 seconds later when Matt closed the bathroom door behind him, he realized he’d made a mistake of separating from his friends. He had no way to unzip his bodysuit to take his cock out! He starting groping at his back to try and get hold of the zipper, but all this movement was just causing him to send more and more spurts of piss into his increasingly wet boxer briefs. Just as Matt was about to give up and fully wet himself, he heard a frantic pounding at the door followed by 2 people shouting his name. He opened the door to see Tommy and Greg looking distressed and panicked. They’d raced back upstairs after being forced into a keg stand, having only added to their full bladders. For a brief instant, Matt was relieved to see he wasn’t the only one sporting a noticeable tent in his bodysuit. It was also then that Matt saw Greg had a basketball sized wet spot on his bodysuit white body suit. His blue briefs underneath were clearly visible. He was jumping from foot to foot and begging Matt or Tommy to unzip as he’d already started wetting while coming up the stairs. They both helped Tommy unzip as piss continued to gush into his body suit, and once free he whipped out his cock and continued in the toilet. Matt, who’s tented cock had also continued to leak into his briefs and bodysuit, then turned around for Tommy to unzip him. Tommy did so and Matt races to the toilet to finally get relief at last. As Matt and Greg stood emptying their bladders, Tommy stood nervously shifting foot to foot, while his piss filled boner twitched from the pressure. A loud knock came from the door, but Tommy sternly explained to the other 2 that no one else was getting in here until one of them unzipped him because he was about to piss himself. Greg finished peeing and went to unzip Tommy as the loud knocking pounded the door again. Greg finished unzipping Tommy’s suit, and Tommy managed to pull off and lower it just as a significant leak sprayed into his briefs. The three of them had finished taking their pisses and tried quickly to dry themselves up while more knocking came at the door. The accepted their fate of walking around the rest of the night with small piss stains. When they opened the door, they were shocked! It was their fourth roommate, Brandon, who hadn’t expressed a need to pee earlier despite looking nervous when the rest of them did. He stood there still stuck in his body suit which was already soaked down both legs, while a steady stream of piss continued to escape his bulging crotch. The four roommates decided the next day that whatever costumes they chose for next Halloween had to have a fly!
  13. When Olivia takes Sosha’s last donut, Sosha responds by handcuffing Olivia to a tree and spanking her until she pees in her panties. In this scene, Sosha is angry at Olivia. Sosha loves donuts, her favorite being ones with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. So, when such a donut was present in the craft services donuts at a video shoot for HD Wetting, Sosha was extremely pleased. When she went to retrieve the donut, however, she discovered it was gone. A quick investigation determined that Olivia had eaten the prized donut, not leaving so much as a sprinkle behind for Sosha. Angry with Olivia for taking her precious donut, Sosha cuffs her to a tree. Unable to escape, Olivia is only wearing only a top and panties. She tries apologizing to Sosha for taking her donut, explaining that she didn’t realize how much that donut meant to her. For Sosha, it doesn’t matter how sincere the apology may be, it still won’t bring her donut back. To make sure Olivia never repeats this transgression, Sosha decides her only option is to thoroughly punish her. While Olivia is bound, Sosha spanks her repeatedly, all the while expressing her feelings regarding the loss of her donut. Olivia keeps trying to apologize, but it doesn’t do any good. She even begs Sosha to let her go, explaining that she desperately needs to pee, but Sosha has no sympathy for Olivia’s predicament. Finally, Olivia is unable to hold back the contents of her bladder any longer. In the midst of being spanked, she loses control and pees through her panties. It is an impressive pee, forceful and long. We can clearly see streams running down her legs as it pours from her panties. After she is done peeing, Sosha continues to spank her, scolding her now for both wetting herself and for the donut theft.
  14. It was hot day. Tatsumaki just woke up. She has put on her black skirt-like suit. She wore no panties, she always used her physic powers to hide her down parts with a part of her skirt. Tatsumaki had to pee really bad. She had really weak bladder. She quickly sat on toilet and started peeing. Tatsumaki made herself a breakfast. After eating and drinking glass of water, her phone rang. It was Hero Assocation. - Tatsumaki, we need your help! Dragon Threat monster has shown up! I'll send you coordinates. - Said the voice from phone, and ended call. Tatsumaki quickly got to the place where monster was. She thought it would be something giantic, but it was humanoidal monster. It was dressed in white bunny costume with hidden face. - Hi class S 2 hero Tatsumaki, I'm here to fight you. I heard of your powers. I have something similiar. That's why I am Dragon threat. - Said monster. - Oh, another self-called dragon threat monster. What will you do, send bunnies at me? - Said Tatsumaki and used her powers to cut the monster in half. But it didn't worked. - Think you can cut me in half? That's no use. Little kids like you can't kill me, the great Lord Walbor. - Said the monster. Tatsumaki tried to catch the monster with her powers and crush it's bones. It didn't worked. She tried to throw huge fragments of broken buildings at it, but the monster blocked it with powers same like her's. Suddently Lord Walbor caught Tatsumaki in a physic grip, exacly like what she has done to him. - You are pretty powerful. But you aren't equal to me. - Said Lord Walbor. - Are you sure? - Said Tatsumaki, and broke of the grip. She quickly caught Lord Walbor in her grip and tossed him few times into air and into ground, damaging him pretty well. Suddently Lord Walbor caught Tatsumaki in his physic grip. They were both in each other's grips. They could do nothing now. - Well, you are more powerful than I thought. I'll break few buildings for fun then... - Said Lord Walbor. He got off Tatsumaki's grip, still helding her in his, and started to toss buildings across the city. Tatsumaki couldn't do anything to stop him. From the stress that someome had more powerful powers that her, made her feel urge to pee. Suddently Lord Walbor has put her on the ground, near wall. - I can read your mind. You have to pee... Maybe I'll make your urge a little bigger? - Said Monster, and suddently Tatsumaki felt her urge rise. She tried to cross her legs, but with no use. - Stop it! - Begged Tatsumaki. - I'll not... - Said Lord Walbor, and used his powers to get one water bottle from the closest place. He has set off his grip. - Now you'll drink this yourself, or I'll break your neck. - He said. Tatsumaki decided to listen to the monster. She drank it in few second. - Good girl. Now I'll. Make the water go faster to your bladder. - Said Lord Walbor. Tatsumaki felt her urge to grow very fast. She has put both of her hands on her crotch and started doing pee dance. - Now to see if you are wetting yourself... - Monster started to use his powers to lift up Tatsumaki's skirt. - Wearing no panties, huh? - Said monster and laughted. Tatsumaki was raged. She used all her power to rip off Lord Walbor's bunny suit. It worked. Under the suit there was human shaped magma w monster. - Now you awoken my true form... I'm now even more powerful than before! Now I can take the whole wo- The monster hasn't finished his sentence. Tatsumaki saw that the monster's whole body was vaporized. Only Saitama stand here. - Another monster with one punch... - He was saying. - Oh, hi Tatsumaki. Are you alright? - He said when he noticed her. It was giant shock to Tatsumaki. Class B hero beaten so powerful monster. She was so shocked, that she has forgotten about her urge, and stopped doing anything to not pee herself. Suddently she felt that her crotch was getting wet. Then she felt stream of pee going down her leg. Now she couldn't hold it anymore. She haven't even tried. She just closed her eyes and enjoyed that feeling. Then suddently she heard Saitama's voice. - Oh, so you peed yourself. - He said. - Tell anyone and you're dead! - Said angry Tatsumaki. - Okay kiddo - Said Saitama. - I'm not a kid! - She yelled. - Only kids pee themself - Said Saitama, teasing Tatsumaki. They were arguing for quite a while, until they both headen back to their houses.
  15. Dimwitrolo

    female That new Gym leader what's-her-name

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Hey! No peeing in the pool!
  16. ssjammerz

    malefemale Cycling wetting 40

    Been having a heatwave where I'm at, so I'm definitely erring on the side of hydrating more than I usually do...unfortunately, the only side effect is an overstretched bladder! I decided to relieve some pressure and hoped the weather would have helped my shorts dry off, which it did...but I still had to go pee afterwards, so why not do another wetting? Enjoy! cyc40.wmv
  17. Hi This is my first attempt at writing a story on this website. I loved the stories “Hermione learns about flying at P level” by Sobbi5 that was resurrected just recently, and it wasn’t until I’d read all that he’d written that I realized that the stories had been written in 2014 and that Sobbi5 appeared not to have been on the site since 2016! Some of what he’d written appears to be deleted, but if you read what’s left first by clicking on Sobbi5, hopefully my continuation will make some sort of sense. Hope you enjoy what I've written and I do have some ideas to take it further if anybody’s interested. Hermione had been looking forward to the half-term holidays since indulging in her “flying at P level” exploits. Wetting her knickers, especially her regulation navy blue ones had become a real passion helped on by Miss McGonagall’s unrivalled support and the cloaking spell she’d given Hermione to cover up the fact that her knickers were wet. Indeed she was now getting through so many pairs of her “navy blues” in a week that she’d asked her mother to send her some extra pairs! She’d yet to attend a “3 W’s” meeting, but had gone flying with Miss McGonagall and Miss Pomona one Saturday afternoon to the place where their secret meeting were held. They’d all flown at P level and on landing there had been no need for secrecy or cloaking spells and for the first time and unbidden by her teachers Hermione had felt the urge to strip to her underwear and openly enjoy free and unbridled wettings as she explored and enjoyed this special place in the warm late spring sunshine. Her teachers had left her to run free and enjoy herself; telling her how happy they were knowing that Hermione was now very much one of the 3W’s. Hermione’s mind returned to the present; her train was about half an hour from London now, and soon she’d be meeting up with her mother again. She felt excited about seeing her mother once more, but sad at the thought that her wettings were going to have to go on hold until she got back to Hogwarts; she could still wet herself and use the masking spell of course, but at some point all her wet knickers would need to be washed and she couldn’t very well hide that from her mother could she? At the station her mother gave her a kiss and a hug before telling Hermione how well she looked and they then caught a taxi back to her mother’s flat and Hermione took her suitcase through to her bedroom and laid it on her bed, leaving it there for the moment. Hermione needed to wee and was sorely tempted to do a little in her thick and absorbent navy blue knickers before heading across the hall to use the bathroom. To Hermione the feeling of pulling her knickers down to her ankles before sitting on the toilet felt like such a waste... They spent a companionable afternoon and evening together talking about life at Hogwarts and later they enjoyed a meal that her mother had prepared. It was after nine before the dishes were washed and packed away. Hermione’s mother could see that Hermione was very tired after all the travelling she’d done and suggested that Hermione had a long soak in the bath and an early night. “Put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket” she told her; “I’ll put a load of washing on in the morning.” Grateful for the chance of a long soak which she’d always enjoyed Hermione began to undress as the bath was filling and absent mindedly open the lid of the laundry basket to throw in her dirty underwear and the blouse she’d been wearing. As soon as she opened the basket something caught her eye. Tucked in one corner and beside a white towel Hermione spotted something blue... navy blue. Moving the towel out of the way and reaching in Hermione retrieved a pair of knickers; knickers just like her own, but these didn’t belong to her, they were a size or two larger and stretching them out she notice something else; something familiar to her since she’d started being “a naughty girl” in her own knickers, the crotch was wet and the seat partly wet too and Hermione noticed the slight scent of wee. Carefully she replaced those wet knickers where she’d found them and tucked the towel back in place before placing her own clothes on top and closing the lid of the basket. It must have been nearly ten before she was washed and dry again and into her pyjamas. Shouting “goodnight” to her mother and adding “I love you” she slipped gratefully into her room and then into her own bed. As tired as she was Hermione couldn’t settle; all she could think about was that pair of navy blues in the laundry basket and the fact that they were wet. Did her own mother..... No it wasn’t possible; but there again was it.... Had her own mother brought her all those pairs of regulation navy blue knickers because she had a thing about them too? With those thoughts still whirling around in her mind Hermione drifted into the blackness of sleep. Hermione woke just before seven the next morning, the flat quiet and peaceful apart from the slight traffic noise from the road seven floors below. Hermione paid a visit to the bathroom before walking into the lounge and opening the patio doors that led out onto the balcony. Resting her arms on the parapet she looked down on the world passing by below and it reminded her of the first P flight she’d taken with Miss McGonagall and the other girls from her class.... Raising her shoulders slightly Hermione moved her head from left to right to wipe the tears that had formed in her eyes onto the shoulders of her pyjama jacket. “Morning darling did you sleep well? It was her mother’s voice and lost in her own reverie Hermione hadn’t even heard her enter the room and had no idea how long she’d been standing behind her. Quickly she turned and smiled at her mother; “yes thank you mummy I slept very well; it was nice to be back in my old bed again. Hermione noticed the smile of pleasure on her mother’s face before she asked her what she’d like to do today. “I’ll put the kettle on while you thing about it” she said. As her mother went towards the kitchen she called out “would you like tea or coffee?” “Tea please mummy” she replied, but what she really wanted was her mother to start to sort out the washing so that she could (hopefully) raise the subject of those navy blue knickers.... Just as she heard the kettle coming to the boil she had an idea. She almost ran to the bathroom and picking up the laundry basket she headed back to the kitchen. “I’ve fetched the laundry basket mummy; you said you wanted to do some washing this morning, I can sort it out for you if you like.” Hermione noticed the smile of pleasure on her mother’s face as she accepted Hermione's offer. Hermione separated the washing into various piles noting as she did so that there were four pairs of her mother’s navy blue knickers on the coloureds pile plus the pair of her own from yesterday. Hermione put the load of coloureds into the washing machine first and as she did so she casually asked her mother if she enjoyed wearing those big knickers as much as she did. Her mother looked a bit nervous as she slowly replied that she did. “They’re warm and comfortable” she then paused for a few seconds before she added “and practical in all sorts of other ways.” Hermione could feel her heart beating in her chest as she started the washing machine and wondered what if anything her mother was going to add to what she’d already said. Her mother sighed; “Pick up your mug of tea Hermione and let’s go and sit in the lounge. I’ve kept things from you in the past, but now I think you’re old enough to understand.” Sitting together on the sofa there was silence for several minutes. Hermione wasn’t going to push her mother into talking; she had to decide what she wanted to say and how she was going to say it. Her mother started by saying that like Hermione she’d gone to boarding school when she was eleven. “My mother brought me those types of knickers because they formed part of the school uniform, but straight away I enjoyed the feelings of wearing them, so when I knew that you were going to boarding school I brought you those types of knickers too. I soon discovered something else about them when I first started at my new school as well; with their thick double gusset they were very absorbent”.... her mother had paused briefly at that point to take a sip of her tea and in Hermione’s opinion to gather her thoughts again. “You see the toilets at our school were very primitive to begin with and nobody really liked using them so naturally we’d hang on for as long as possible before having to go to use the toilets. It was one of the more senior girls who pointed out to us newbie’s one day that if we let ourselves dribble or even spurt in those thick knickers from time to time during the day we could put off visits to those horrible toilets for even longer. I along with several of the other girls began to enjoy the feelings of our damp and clingy knickers and even after the toilet and shower facilities were re-built and were really nice we continued to do it.” She paused, took a longer drink of her tea and said “Hermione I’m thirty eight now and still like the feelings of comfort and security that those knickers give me; if I can’t find a toilet to use I know I can take the pressure off quite a bit by making use of my knickers and nobody is aware of what I’ve been doing or have done.” Hermione burst into tears, snuggled up close to the mother and said “mummy I like wetting my navy blue knickers too.” They cuddled together on the sofa for quite some time; each lost in their own thoughts....
  18. The Dark Wolf

    female Palutena vs. Phosphora

    Since no one else is going to do this, I thought I would. Forgive me if I was off a bit because I haven't played the Kid Icarus games, just Super Smash Bros., but I did do a bit of research on them to try to keep it accurate. Both Palutena and Phosphora sound somewhat playful so it is kind of easy to imagine them doing this. Palutena vs. Phosphora Pit, Palutena, Dark Pit, Viridi, and Phosphora were having a dinner together as a sign of their alliance after Hades's defeat. Though there was still a bit of rivalry between the two sides, as Viridi still disliked humans, despite no longer waging war on them. So, sometimes they'd have competitions. Phosphora of course challenged Pit and Dark Pit to a race, which she won. Pit would defeat her at an archery contest, and sometimes Palutena would compete with Viridi. They never really kept score, and kept it relatively friendly. One day, Palutena was feeling particularly daring. "Which of you two wants to have a holding contest with me?" said Palutena. "Ooh, that sounds like fun!" said Phosphora. "I'm in!" "Fine with me," said Viridi. "I'm not doing it." Pit, Dark Pit, and Viridi stood to the side while Palutena and Phosphora each drank ten large bottles of soda. And the holding contest was on! "Don't even think of racing to the bathroom," said Palutena. "If you leave this room, I'll assume that's what you're doing, and I win by default." "I wouldn't do that!" said Phosphora. "I'm holding it to the end!" Both of them were looking forward to what was to come. They'd never done such a contest before and it would be so much fun. After about half an hour, they were feeling an urge to pee. Palutena held herself slightly, but tried to stay still so Phosphora wouldn't see how desperate she was. "I gotta go pee!" said Phosphora, making less effort to hide it, holding herself and fidgeting slightly. Pit felt confident seeing Phosphora was more visibly desperate than Palutena. As another half hour went by, Palutena and Phosphora's need to pee was growing by the minute. Palutena fidgeted slightly with a pained expression on her face, still holding herself, while Phosphora was holding herself with both hands and pee dancing. "How are you holding up, Phosphora?" said Palutena. "No pun intended." Phosphora giggled slightly. "I really gotta go!" "I can hold it for longer. I've never held to bursting point before." "Neither have I." "Come on, Phosphora, you can beat her," said Viridi. Their bladders became even more full as the minutes went by, and they reached a level of desperation they'd never felt before. They'd usually have gone before now. "I've never had to pee this badly before," said Palutena, holding herself with both hands now. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it!" Phosphora was pee dancing more than ever. "I gotta go potty REAL BAD!" She considered making a break for the bathroom at top speed, but remembered what Palutena had said, plus she wanted to do this contest to the end and see how long she could hold for. A part of her was also curious as to what it felt like to just lose control. Palutena was also curious about this. Another hour went by, during which they became even more desperate. The pressure in their bladders was intense. Palutena pee danced, feeling the pee sloshing around in her, while Phosphora sat down, crossed her legs, and fidgeted with a pained expression on her face. Pit, Dark Pit, and Viridi could tell how badly they needed to go and there was no telling who was going to win. Any second they expected one of them to start wetting herself. "I really really really REALLY gotta go!" said Phosphora, fidgeting a bit as she leaked into her skintight white shorts. "So do I." Palutena whimpered as she leaked into her white panties, and held herself more tightly. Phosphora stood up, hoping a pee dance would work better than crossing her legs. Over the course of ten minutes, they leaked a little more, dampening and yellowing their outfits a little, but they knew it wouldn't be over until one of them lost total control. They felt they were going to burst any minute now. While both hoped to outlast the other, they were also really excited to experience a full blown loss of control. "Uhhhnnn..." Palutena leaked for five seconds. Her underwear was soaked and her dress was slowly going from damp to wet, but she held the rest of it in. Phosphora whimpered as she also leaked for five seconds, and a bit of pee trickled down her leg. She quickly sat back down and resumed crossing her legs. "You got this, Palutena," said Pit. "She can't last much longer!" "Neither can Palutena," said Viridi. After another minute, Palutena leaked for three seconds. Phosphora leaked for four. She was able to stop the flow, but then suddenly a powerful stream burst out of her, soaking her shorts and forming a puddle where she sat. Phosphora desperately tried to hold it back, but she couldn't. She was peeing full force. She let out a sigh of relief, enjoying the warm wetness as it soaked her crotch and butt. "Yes! I win!" said Palutena. "I knew you could do it," said Pit. "Next time," said Viridi. After about a minute, Phosphora stood up, still peeing, and let the wetness flow down her legs. She let out another sigh of satisfaction at this sensation. She had a feeling she was going to wet herself again many times in the future. The sight of the pee gushing down Phosphora's legs caused Palutena to lose control. She started wetting herself, feeling her panties overflow as the crotch of her dress became wet, and pee flowed down her legs. She sighed in relief, taking pleasure in the loss of control and the warm wetness that came with it. Besides, she'd already won the contest. "It feels good, doesn't it?" said Phosphora, not seeming the least bit disappointed that she lost. "Mm-hmm." At first, Pit felt bad for Palutena, but saw how much she was enjoying this. He wasn't sure he'd ever do this, but if Palutena thought it was fun, that was her choice and who was he to judge? After another minute, both Phosphora and Palutena were still peeing. Palutena remembered that Phosphora had started wetting herself in sitting position, so, out of curiosity, she sat in her puddle and felt the wetness soak her dress further. Phosphora finished peeing after another minute, during which Palutena stood back up to feel the pee running down her legs again. The back of her white dress was wet and stained yellow from the butt down, while Phosphora's shorts were absolutely drenched and completely yellow. Palutena also finished peeing after a total of about three minutes, and sighed in relief and satisfaction. "What do you say we take a shower together?" said Phosphora. "Sounds good," said Palutena. Still in their pee-soaked outfits, Palutena and Phosphora walked into the shower to rinse themselves off. They were both looking forward to experimenting with wetting themselves in the future, and maybe having a rematch!
  19. Dimwitrolo

    female Phoebe at the Beach

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    No toilets on the beach - where else can she go?
  20. Dimwitrolo

    female Enter our Office

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Please, come on in. We've been waiting.
  21. ssjammerz

    malefemale Cycling wetting 39

    I decided to relieve myself at work before going home. This was a bit daring, as there was someone else on my floor while I did this. Anyway, enjoy. cyc39.wmv
  22. Xx4evRockerxX

    Last Family Trip

    23 year old Rebecca (Bex, as everyone called her) took her place in the back seat of the family four-door. That car sure had seen better days, but it was still as reliable as ever. And a good car to put the many miles they were about to travel onto. On the other side of the back seat, her 19 year old sister Avery sat, already buckled in and making herself comfortable. She had broken her ankle just a few days ago in an alleged skinny dipping incident. The details were unclear other than the family was awoken to an unpleasant phone call a little after midnight from the hospital. She had a pair of crutches next to her, and a casted foot resting up on the back of the driver’s seat. She was engrossed in a texting spree conversation with someone, probably the next boy of the month. May mercy keep his soul safe. Their mother Patricia (Patty) was making her way out, arms filled with bags of snacks, spare clothes, her huge purse, and who knows what else. “Did you two remember to leave an extra pair of clothes out in case you spill something?” ”Yes,” they replied in unison and monotone. “And you packed enough for the entire trip, plus extra?” ”Yes.” ”And you both used the bathroom before getting in? You know it’s going to be a few hours before our first stop. Better to get some real miles in while we’re fresh,” Patty continued. Once again, the pair replied “yes”, but this time, it wasn’t entirely truthful. Bex had A bad habit of holding her bladder. More specifically, she was in the routine of holding her bladder until she could go somewhere other than a toilet. She’d picked up this interest years ago, in High School. At first, it was an absentminded hobby she’d read about somewhere online, some forum she had stumbled across, and found it interesting enough to try. After a few weeks, she was hooked. She didn’t pay much attention, but she could probably count the number of times she had allowed herself to pee in an actual toilet in the past year on one hand. It didn’t happen very often, and only in outstanding situations. Today was no different for her. She let herself release her morning wee in the shower, like most mornings, and went on with getting ready, throwing on a cute pair of skimpy panties. She knew no one would see them, but she always felt a little more secure when she knew she looked good. So while yes, she did use the bathroom before getting in the car, her mother didn’t need to know she went two before getting in. Avery, on the other hand, was completely truthful in her answer. With the broken ankle, getting out of the car, especially from the backseat took some time and effort. She was determined to do so as few times as possible during this trip. Accordingly, she had her morning wee the moment she woke up, while Bex was in the shower. She then proceeded to skip every liquid available during breakfast, choosing only a dry bagel. After getting ready, and just before heading outside, she allowed herself a few minutes to sit on the toilet. She peed a short, weak stream, it continued to sit there. She squeezed with her pelvic muscles. She pushed physically on her bladder with her hands. She tried coughing. Anything to get every last little bit out. All told, she was able to empty another dribble and a few random drops. Each and every one of those drops though, were important to her. They could make a world of difference hours from now. She also placed one of her pads in her underwear (an older pair of booty cut, blue and yellow polka dot), as well as sprinkling a little baby powder in there. She was prescribed some pain meds for her ankle, and while she wasn’t fond of how zoned-out they made her feel, she had to take one today. She knew she wouldn’t be able to move around or stretch, which meant she would quickly start hurting. The zoned feeling wasn’t the only side effect she noticed. She also found it very difficult to tell when she had a full bladder, and noticed she would lose a squirt or two just from standing up, or changing position too quickly, only to then have to rush to the bathroom to unleash a torrent. She hadn’t gone out into public since her accident, so this hadn’t been a particular issue. But with her entire family squeezed into a few square feet of the car, she wanted to be safe. Thus, the pad and powder were a small insurance policy, she thought to herself as she wiped. While the girls both had their bladder situation and plans in place, Patty briefly thought about her own. At 58, she was no longer a spring chicken, and her body reacted accordingly. After 2 pregnancies, 2 births, and 2 recoveries, her pelvic muscles, heck, her whole lower abdominal muscles and tissues were not comparable to what they were 25 years ago. At one time, she could go all day, being out and about without a second thought towards her bodily functions. She could hold off until there was enough wee inside her to write her entire name, first and last name, in the snow (with some difficulty, of course. But she was able to do it, nonetheless). She hadn’t tried since before Bex’s birth, but she figured best case, she could hold enough to spell out “Pa” in the snow now. She could no longer, cough, sneeze, laugh, or really have any change in emotion whatsoever without losing a little (or sometimes big) dribble. She also had to find a toilet roughly every two hours. She could hold longer, she was sure. But that 2 hour mark is where it became uncomfortable, and she would often find herself focusing more on not wetting herself, rather than whatever task was at hand. Similarly to Avery, she had skipped most fluids at breakfast this morning, and made it a point to sit down on the toilet for a few minutes and try no less than 3 times since waking up. She also had a bit of a secret. Roger, her husband and the girls’ father knew about, but Bex and Avery were in the dark on the matter, where they belonged. Several years ago, after a particularly close call at a large family gathering in which she had to spend the last hour of the event without panties because they were so wet, Patty looked into getting absorbent underwear. They looked similar enough to real underwear (not sexy underwear, but still), and didn’t bulge out like an actual diaper. Since she couldn’t hold a huge amount anyway, they were perfect. She didn’t wear them everyday. Often, she would go a month or more without needing them. But she made a point to wear them on special occasions or if she was anticipating being away from a bathroom for an extended time. Both of which applied to today. She was wearing a pair of jeans to mask the small amount of crinkling from the more plastic crotch area. She made sure to bring a few spares in her large purse as well. That was the only way she could be sure they wouldn’t be discovered by her daughters. Roger was the last out the door, carrying a large cooler stuffed to the brim with waters, juices, and an assortment of other road beverages. Silently, all three women thought in unison, “Typical male.” As they set off from their house, Avery put her headphones in and continued the intense conversation on her phone. Patty started monologuing in Roger’s direction. She considering it a conversation, he thought of it as background conversation, similarly to listening to the radio. He cracked open the first water, downing part of it before they’d even left the town. Bex laughed for a second to herself as she pictured her father pretending he was sipping an adult beverage on a beach. A few miles later, Bex pulled out a new book she had recently bought, a fantasy action romance. She finished the last final of her college career last week and was excited to return to reading for entertainment, rather than necessity. She had always enjoyed reading when she was growing up, but school somehow found a way to make her lose interest in it. Bex quickly found herself lost in the book. It was everything she was hoping it would be, and more - filled to the brim with action as she turned page after page. Hot characters that took great pleasure out of seductively teasing each other. The sexy, but wildly inappropriate make out scenes at various climatic moments. She was hooked from page 2. Making her way through the chapters, she reached a scene that brought her attention back to reality. In the book, there were two characters forced together by fate, but also hormones, that were taken hostage by an overbearing government organization in a post-disaster country and brought to an imprisonment camp. While getting their feet under them and familiarizing themselves with their new home, the male character mentioned that he needed the loo as he hadn’t gone since before they were captured. The female character almost too quickly agreed. Before Bex read further, she blinked a few times and pulled herself out of the book. Next to her, Avery was hard asleep, appearing to have been so for some time, her phone falling to the floor. Bex figured Avery had probably one of her pain meds before they left. She noticed two empty water bottles on the floor, next to Avery’s phone, and an open juice bottle in the front cup holder. Her mother was still talking at her father, but had slowed her pace. What she didn’t know, was Patty was starting to get a very dry mouth from skimping on the fluids. Her father though, had no problem downing a swig of the juice. Bex sat up straight to stretch her back a bit, and noticed a new heaviness in her belly she hadn’t felt before. Of knew immediately what it was, of course. She had to pee. Nothing urgent or desperate, and she certainly wasn’t in imminent danger of losing control. But it was there - a decent and constant need now that she noticed it. She wondered how long they’d been driving. Looking at her phone, she realized they had been driving almost 4 hours. She was lost in a fantastic and romantic and amazing world of her book for 4 hours. Which also meant it was roughly 6 hours since her bladder had seen any relief. And now she had to pee. During a short pause in speech from her mother, Bex interjected, “Any thoughts on a stretch break in the near future?” Her father was quick and sharp to answer, “Probably not for another 100 miles or so. I’d like to get there before dark and we left a little later than I would’ve liked.” Patty was a little softer as she asked, “Are you okay back there for that long? Are you hungry or thirsty? I brought snacks and the cooler is right there.” ”No, I’m okay, just feeling a little cramped,” Bex answered. 100 miles. At highway speed, that would be around two more hours. Bex didn’t wonder if she could hold it that long she knew she could she hadn’t drank very much today, and had certainly held it for longer. It was more a question of how comfortably she could hold it that long, and how obvious she might become about her need. She was also a little concerned about how she would relieve herself once they finally did pull off to a rest stop. Sure, she could pee into one of the toilets. She was sure they would have plenty at wherever they stopped. But that wasn’t fun. If they stopped at somewhere a little less populated, she could go into the bathroom with her mother and sister, pretend to go, and then say she needed a bit of a walk to stretch and clear her head, but in reality find a nice bush or tree in need of watering. If, however, they pulled into one of those mega stops on the side of the highway, she would have to get a little more creative. She thought about it for a few minutes, but was having a difficult time coming up with a viable plan that offered her secluded relief, without too high a risk of being caught. She bookmarked it in her mind and went back to reading. She had a few hours to think up a solution, after all. In the front seat, Patty was having a different experience. While Bex was having no problems holding on, and had no intention of using a toilet at their stop, Patty was deeply concerned. She was alright for the first two hours. Much to her pleasant surprise, cutting fluids had really helped. But as hour three stretched on, she had a harder and harder time. She had leaked already. Several times. Only to have the need return almost immediately. She was fairly confident in her absorbent underwear’s ability to manage and contain leaks (she had really put them to the test a few years ago during Midnight Mass at church on Christmas), but she had never actually fully wet a pair. She knew when she first started wearing them there would come a day when she wouldn’t be able to hold it, when she would either have to let go, or wouldn’t be given a choice in letting, and would properly flood them. She had always hoped this was still years away, but as they drove on, she was becoming more and more worried today would be that day. Could they hold her whole bladder? She desperately hoped not to find out. Bex got through the scene in her book where the characters sought, then found their relief. It went into a little more detail about said relief than she would have preferred at the moment given her own need, but she was okay. Normally, she would have deeply enjoyed this part of the story, just not at the moment. Once through it though, she found herself once again flipping through pages as plot twist after surprise kept her attention. She crossed her legs, and fell back into the world of the story. Several chapters, and at least 50 miles later, Roger slowed down as they reached a construction zone. The car hit a large bump in the road where they were preparing to pave. Bex had no recollection of making any noise or gasping, but she must have as Patty asked, “Are you okay, honey?” ”Yeah, just, uh, just startled me is all,” She lied. In actuality, it did startle her, but the sudden jump up, then back down with force of her bladder startled her more. She properly needed to pee now. To the point where using an actual toilet was making its way to the top five options she was considering of ways to relieve herself. It was time to make something happen. ”Actually, I could use with a quick bathroom trip as well as that stretch break soon,” Bex said, trying to downplay the need to pee part, and focus on the desire to stretch part. Unfortunately, Patty heard the request the exact opposite way, fitting some of her own need into the equation as she said, “Oh Honey, you should’ve said so if you needed to go to the bathroom sooner. Can you hold it? Do you need us to pull over now? I’m so sorry you have to pee so badly.” The offer to be allowed to pop a squat on the side of the highway intrigued her, and she tucked that bit of info away for another day, another situation. For now, she said, “Ma, I’m okay, really. I barely even need to go. Like not even at all. I just figured I would go as long as we were stopping anyway. I’m good for a while longer though.” Patty, her full and weak bladder, and her ever filling up undergarments we’re having no part of that. “Roger, place you see, anywhere you see, we’re pulling over.” ”Really, Mom, it’s not a big deal,” Bex reiterated. ”We’re stopping,” Patty relied in her mom voice. The conversation was over, and everyone except a still passed out Avery knew it. 5 minutes later, Roger steered the vehicle off an exit ramp toward one of the mega stops Bex wasn’t a fan of. They probably had 20 toilets in their bathroom, but Bex was really racking her brain, trying to figure out some way she could pee somewhere else without her parents, or anyone at the stop really, seeing her. “Should we wake her up?” Bex asked about Avery when they pulled into a parking spot. ”Let her sleep, we’ll be stopping more frequently now anyway to walk around get the blood flowing,” Patty said, already out of the passenger’s seat. She could feel the heaviness of her wet underwear. She couldn’t be sure, but she fully believed they wouldn’t be able to hold more than another squirt or two. She was even more confident her bladder needed to empty itself fully in the immediate future. Patty on the verge of wetting her already soaked absorbent underwear, Bex struggling to figure out how to empty her pleasantly full bladder somewhere that isn’t a toilet, and Avery bound to eventually wake up in a rather dire situation - sounds like Part 2 is likely to be something special. 😁
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