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  1. Master and Servant ***Draco/Hermione: Draco notices Hermione's aversion to school bathrooms and decides to play a little game...*** ((Hey guys! I know its been AGES since I posted anything on here, but I was recently inspired to start writing again! Let me know what you think! Personally this a fun project for me and I'm writing the second chapter right now :) Leave your comments, questions, concerns at the bottom, they're greatly appreciated! )) Chapter 1: Origins of the Game The very first time Draco ever saw Hermione Granger wet herself was in their first year, on the second Tuesday in November. It seemed like, ever since she'd nearly been murdered in one on Halloween, Little Miss Mudblood had developed a fear of using any of the school bathrooms outside her dormitory. He'd caught on to her little phobia, or at least realized the issue itself, by watching her; purely by accident of course. It wasn't his fault that she was always seated directly in front of him for all the classes they shared, but it did provide a perfect vantage point for watching her squirm during their lessons. At first, he'd figured she was too much of a brianiac to take a few minutes from class to ask for the loo, but then he'd noticed she'd never be among the group of girls that always went together after each lesson was over. No, she'd go class to class, squirming and fidgeting and dancing all the more in each one until the end of the day. It was a wonder her friends hadn't noticed—No, nevermind. Her friends were the biggest bunch of dunderheads Hogwarts had ever seen, of course they wouldn't have noticed. Regardless, at the end of the day she'd always announce an urgent need for a book, some parchment, a quill, or the library and rush off before Potty and Weasel could say anything else. Draco wouldn't see her again till dinner, but he always noted she was no longer dancing. Draco hadn't any idea why he was so facinated with the girl's need for the toilet. He supposed it had something to do with how rediculous it seemed to hold it like that all day long, despite having plenty of time to go between classes. But whatever, what the stupid girl did with her body wasn't any of his buisness...except that, very, very privately, he wished she'd oversetimate her bladder one day and have an accident. The more this thought lingered, and grew stronger every time he watched Hermione squirm in class, the more he knew he absolutely had to see it. So, on that second Tuesday in November, Draco Malfoy had come up with a most ingenious plan to watch Hermione Granger wet her panties. On this day in particular, he knew they had double potions directly after lunch. He also knew that Hermione always left lunch early when she could, presumably for the toilet in Gryffindor tower, so he couldn't let that happen. It was all too easy for him to convince Crabbe and Goyle to ignore their food to go and pester the Gryffindorks. His taunts, as always, were geared toward Potter, but he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Oh yes, he noted with glee, she definitely had been planning on running off to the loo before he came over. Her lips were pursed and she kept shooting anxious looks toward the door. Ah, but she couldn't leave, now could she? Not with her two idiot friends in the middle of a could-be fight. Draco harrassed the lot of them until Weasley damn near jumped over the table to take a swing (this earned a sharp “Sit down, Ron!” from Hermione) and Draco smirked, the bell for class ringing just in time. He noted how distressed she looked as he sauntered off to the dungeons. Double potions proved to be extremely entertaining that day. Snape had barely finished the lecture before Hermione started to fidget. Making the actual potion made him almost snicker with glee as he watched her try to squirm descretely and chop up her ingrediants at the same time. They filled their cauldrons with water, Draco making sure to do his especially loud behind her, and she was crossing her legs. Draco smirked, watching her every movement. It would spoil his plans a bit if she lost it in the middle of potions, but seeing her humiliated in class like that, especially Snape's class, wasn't a bad consolation prize. Still, he watched her squirm during the making of the potion and she was, almost regrettably, still dry when Snape dismissed the class. No matter, they still had History of Magic before their lessons were done, one more hour of class. Hermione was probably thankful, Draco had figured, that Potter and Weasley had fallen asleep during this particular lesson. Even they would have noticed something was troubling their princess know-it-all had they been awake. Hermione Granger could not sit still, not even for a minute. She rocked in her seat, crossed and uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, bounced on her bottom, and at one point even put her hand between her legs to hold herself. Draco's blood was pounding, excitement he assumed from finally being able to see her have an accident, the entire time he watched her. With ten minutes to go in History of Magic, and Hermione still dissapointingly dry, Draco was starting to lose hope. Maybe her bladder had more ability than he'd given credit for. He took notes glumly, still glancing at Hermione. She had been dancing in rhythm of the past half hour, apparently having found the correct fidget-patterns to hold back her flood. Draco gave himself comfort that, even if she managed to make it till the end of class, there was no way she could make it up seven floors to the Gryffindor dormitory to go. All he had to do was follow her and he'd see what he'd been waiting for. He grinned, imagining her gasping right in front of the Fat Lady as she suddenly peed herself. And then, Hermione suddenly gasped for real. His eyes snapped up to her, widening in realization as he took in her position. Her body was tense, hand half way down to hold herself. Time seemed to slow as he watched her tremble and then relax, jerking her legs apart as she did. That was it! That had to be it, Draco thought in glee as he waited for the inevitable flood to come pouring down her chair, there was no way Granger wasn't wetting herself right then. He was on the edge of his seat as he saw a stream trickle over the edge of her chair, splashing onto the stone below. No one else would have noticed unless they were watching for it, but that was all he got. Much to his dismay, she slammed her legs together a second later, both hands holding herself, and regained control. Still, Draco had to work to control his breathing. He was a little hot in the face, heart racing. Even just that little bit had been such a thrill...but he knew there was no way she'd make it to her dorm after class! He'd definitely get to see it all if he followed her. He grinned, anxiously watching the clock just like Hermione was, only for a completely different reason. The bell finally rang and Hermione all but punched her two friends awake. “Class is over! Honestly you two, if you don't stop sleeping through it you're gonna fail! I'm going to go to the library, you two better catch yourselves up!” she lectured as she rushed to collect her books and darted out of the room. Potter and Weasley were dumfounded, but Draco just packed up and left at a normal pace. Couldn't rush after her, now could he? That would be too obvious. Besides, he found he didn't much need to rush. Hermione was walking pretty slowly, especially in the populated areas. As badly as she obviously had to go, he was still a little surprised that she passed two girl's rooms and ignored them as she walked on, Draco tailing at a safe distance behind. Once they'd passed the Great Hall, the student body thinned considerably and Draco watched with joy as she started to hold herself openly as she walked, if a little faster. They were nearing the library now and she kept having to stop and hold and bounce and squirm. Draco was eating it up, best plan he'd had all year! Hermione took a particularly long pause, whimpering loud enough for Draco to hear. He swore to himself, realizing he'd got too close and darted quickly behind a tapestry. From his hiding place he watched her dance, gasping and whimpering with her hands between her legs. He could have sworn he could see wet trails making their ways down her thighs to her knee high socks. But again, he was denied that final flood as she managed to right herself and start walking again. He cursed softly, aloud this time. Maybe he should just curse her. She'd never know what hit her in her state and he was sure she'd really wet. Full Body Bind? Good plan. He pulled his wand out and stepped a bit from behind the tapestry, magic about to fire when suddenly Professor Flitwick came out from around the corner. Draco snapped back into hiding and Hermione froze in place. Draco could have killed the old fool for thwarting his plans but then, as he watched the tiny professor strike up a conversation about what a wonderful (barf) job she'd done during class, he'd realized it was a blessing in disguise. Hermione chatted as though nothing was wrong, but he could see how tense she was, how tightly her legs were pressed together, and how her hands kept balling into her skirt. After what seemed like ages, the professor finally took his leave and Draco watched Hermione watch him go. The moment he was out of her sight, she held herself desperately with both hands, looking around like a toilet would magically appear to save her. Her eyes fell on Draco's tapestry. He gasped, still for a moment as he thought he'd been spotted. The panic furthered when she started hurrying for his hiding spot. He backed up until he hit a wood wall, no where to go, and she was gonna catch him and probably kill him...wait. Wood? He glanced behind him and thank Merlin's cloak, it was a door! He jiggled the handle, could have whooped at finding it unlocked, and tucked himself inside the most randomly placed storage closet ever just as Hermione threw back the tapestry. He smirked, watching through the crack in the door, thinking how he'd nearly escaped death. But Hermione didn't seem to be interested in finding anybody in particular. She danced in place, one hand between her legs, whimpering softly as she looked back and forth around the tapestry, checking to make sure she was alone, before coming inside. “Aaaaah....Oh God oh God oh God!” Draco heard her gasp as she danced, legs crossing and uncrossing as she hitched up her skirt. For the first time in his life he saw a girl's panties, Hermione's in particular were innocently white with lace around hems. Not so innocently, they were also soaked at the crotch. He watched as she suddenly squatted, spreading her legs out right in front of his slightly cracked door. In this same instant, his eyes widened and his cheeks darkened, ears ringing with the only sound in the room: Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...” Hermione moaned in relief a moment later, her pee splashing thunderously against the stone floor in the room. She hadn't even tried to pull her panties down, she just peed right through them, a full waterfall errupting from her. Draco watched, slack jawed in awe, as trickles moved down her open thighs and dripping down to the floor to join the puddle her jetting stream was making. The room was filling with the light aroma of a girl's pee and Draco felt heat rushing straight down between his legs, blushing more as he realized he was getting hard while he watched this. All too soon, Hermione was finished with her wet. He watched her tremble, blushing as she seemed to realize what she'd done. She stood up, carefully stepping away from her puddle. She nibbled her lip and pulled out her wand, casting a vanishing charm on the mess she'd made before she checked the damage on her clothes. Panties were obviously soaked through, but her skirt and her socks were wet as well. She seemed to consider this, checked her watch, and pondered it again. Draco could almost hear her thinking, “Well, I do have time to change while everyone is at dinner....” She picked up the books she dropped before wetting herself and headed out the way she came, having apparently made up her mind. As for Draco, he shut the door completely after she'd gone and stuck his hand down his pants, touching himself for the first time with the memory of her wetting right there in front of him. After he'd finished with his own pleasure, he knew, undoubtly, that he'd have to see that again.
  2.   Well, I did promise weird stories, didn't I? I suppose it's best to start with this one, as it's fairly short as far as my writing goes. Fair warning, this does not involve humans. They're robots. Yes, omo robots. That's my thing. If that's too weird for you, and I can totally understand why it would be, feel free to turn back now. These two are the main characters in a little fictional universe I created that has an incredibly complicated backstory which I'm sure you have no interest in, but just know that I've made it so that they have basic human needs, as they're built to be as humanoid as possible. And on of those needs is the need to use the bathroom, as you'll see. I'd also like to apologize of the guy in the story seems a bit off, being a girl makes writing from a guys perspective a matter of guesswork... not to mention my skills at writing in general are quite lacking, as you'll also see... And with that, on with the story! Tide was only a few steps away from reaching the top of the steep staircase when she stopped dead in her tracks, forcing Skye to halt just behind her. Both confused and worried by the desperate femmes immobilization mere meters from the restroom, the mech reached out questioningly. "Tide?" The femme didn't move from her current position, trembling with her thighs squeezed together and her hands pressed against the metal front of her skirt. A loud keen of pain passed her lips, and she stooped down, sinking on the spot. Unsure of what to do and with his face uncomfortably close to the femmes behind, Skye tried to get her attention again. "Ti-" The full name didn't even have a chance to pass his lips when the femmes metal skirt retracted in a flash, sliding into a belt like sheath on her waist. The sight of her bared pelvic plating sent a shock through the mech. He'd always hoped to see the femme beneath her secondary covering, but this was hardly the time, place, or manner in which he'd expected to do so. Before he'd even had a chance to recover from his initial surprise, he heard the familiar clicks of pelvic plating unhinging automatically, and he only had time to widen his optics when he realized what was about to happen. With a heavy clatter, the femmes silver covering fell between her legs, the end dangling off the step she was standing on. Pump pounding, the mech could just stare at her fully exposed femmehood and aft, so close he would only need to step forward, lean upward and they would be touching his face. His optics swept down her smooth, sculpted aft and locked on the delicate, virginal lips, completely untouched and glistening with lubricants from her struggle. The soft blue folds were swollen from the massive torrent that was waiting to spray from her valve, and he saw a few escaping beads intermingling with her other fluids. So engrossed was the mech that he didn't notice her cry out in defeat as she squatted and bent her knees, forming a diamond between her legs as her body forced her to submit to the inevitable. He did, however, immediately see her lips part on their own accord, giving him a full view of her valve, port entrance, and pleasure bud. A single, yellow drop fell from the femme, coming to a rest on her metallic underwear below. Realization dawned on the mech, and his entire faceplate lit up. She, the femme of his dreams, was fulfilling his greatest and most secret fantasy; peeing in front of his very optics. Had he been thinking clearly, Skye would have jumped to her aide, perhaps carrying her the short distance to the restroom. But, as enraptured as he was, the mech couldn't bring himself to move, and he only watched his fantasies become reality. A single squirt was all that got by at first, sailing down to join the drop and pool in the curve of her plating still resting between her feet. A thin, broken trickle followed, squeezing out between her lips to patter against the metal and run down the inside of her thighs in broken dribbles. Almost too quickly to see, the thin tinkling thickened and increased in pace, forcing her exhausted valve to open and let the waterfall escape. A loud hiss accompanied the torrent of pee, and was matched only by the pattering as the stream collided with the plating that her body had, ironically, thrown off to avoid getting it wet. The pee collected quickly beneath her, and the puddle soon overran the brim of the stair to flow down onto the next and so on, creating a waterfall that ran down the stairs and through the mechs legs. An open window at the top of the stairs let in a ray of sunlight as the clouds conveniently parted outside, shining bright, midday light straight into the stream. Skye felt his jaw slack as the clear yellow fluid became sparkling gold in the sunlight, illuminating every precious drop that was squirting from the femme. He could now see the rivulets that had broken away from the main stream flowing down the femmes legs, hot and steaming from being pent up as they raced down to the floor. Their crisscrossing trails made the femmes silver thighs glisten, and the mech could feel the warmth radiating from them as the urine continued to flow. Creators, he just wanted to reach out and feel it, if only for a moment. But what little common sense he still possessed kept him back, and he remained a spectator. The femme, however, was not enjoying herself as such. With a thousand yard stare, she could only stand immobile as she continued to relieve herself against her will. Clenching and unclenching her fists, she tried to comprehend her situation. Hot pee continued to flow from her hole and run down her legs, making thinking quite difficult in the haze of relief. She was peeing herself, and not only that, but her boyfriends unfortunate face was only inches from the spectacle. Creators, she could only imagine his look of horror, or worse, disgust, as she she continued to pee on his staircase. But, despite all of that, she suddenly became aware of how little shame or embarrassment she felt in spite of her initial horror. Instead, at that moment, with her burden flooding out of her in a warming rush, she could feel only ecstasy. The hot urine cascading down her legs and squirting to the floor brought relief that she'd never known, sending waves of tingling, near orgasmic pleasure throughout her body. In the deep recesses of her mind, she'd always had a fascination with these kinds of things, and to have it happen in reality felt wonderfully forbidden. In an instant, the stream slowed as her body stopped pushing on its own and just let the pee flow, even though she was far from done. Biting her lip, the femme looked down her stomach at the now sluggish stream, watching as it arced lazily to the floor and spattered upon contact. Feeling a rush of bravery in her haze of ecstasy, she threw caution to the wind, spreading her legs and lifting her aft into the air. Biting her lip, she closed her optics, took a breath, and pushed. Immediately, the stream tinkling from her valve thickened into a spray, sending droplets flying as it split into multiple, thinner rivulets. The femme moaned shakily as her own pee flowed down her legs, quivering as she looked down to see the powerful jet gushing from between her thighs. A few squirts slipped back between the cheeks of her aft, delighting her with tickling warmth and making her shudder as it dripped off of her behind to trickle down the back of her thighs. Shaking once he saw that Tide was enjoying herself as well, Skye could only fight the urge to begin pleasuring himself on the spot, and instead just continued to watch. Another moan slipped out of her as she pushed again, thighs trembling as the massive torrent surged out of her tiny valve and teased her pleasure node. Feeling her bladder tank hit fifty percent capacity, she let out a sigh, hugging herself in her haze of delight. Watching the show with wide optics, the mech closed them for a moment to focus only on the symphony of delightful sounds that went along with it. The hissing, trickling, dripping, squirting, pattering, gasping and moaning alone were enough to make him very aware of a growing rush beneath his own plating, and he opened his optics to watch once more. For the first time, the stream began to fluctuate, losing its wild spray and thinning into a single arc that pattered against her drenched plating on the floor. Looking back to her femme parts, Skye couldn't help but admire her lips once more, and how they appeared even more appealing while squirting out a stream. Now panting from her efforts, Tide squeezed down on her near empty tank, feeling true relief and clarity settling in as she finished her accident after nearly two minutes of peeing. A sense of weariness filled her, making the previous sensations of pleasure and ecstasy fade enough for her to become aware of notably less positive emotions growing within her. As the urine flow slowed to an almost delicate tinkle and finally into fluctuated squirts, a deep sense of shame, disgust, and horror filled her. She was naked from her waist down, her boyfriend was right behind her, she was moments from a perfectly usable bathroom, and she was peeing herself. And, worst of all, she had liked it. Humiliation like nothing she'd ever known surged through her, making hot tears drip down her cheeks just as the last few drops of pee fell from her valve. Like a little podling, she'd had an accident, and was now dripping in her own puddle. The once warm pee coating her from the waist down lost its heat in the open air, and literally acted as a chilling reminder to what she'd just done. A choking sob came up from her throat as the full implications settled in. Skye probably hated her now, and most certainly would never want to talk to her again. Cold air over her port reminded her of how exposed she was, and how her position had given the mech a full view of her now former privates. She started crying in full as she lowered her skirt to cover her shame, and the noise was enough to wake Skye from his daze. Snapping up, the mech realized with horror how mortified the timid femme must have been, and he immediately went to her side. Looking to her tear stained face, he was immediately filled with regret and shame. Fragging idiot, all you had to do was carry her! But no, you just sat back and got a good peek, how noble of you... "I-I'm sor-ry. I d-didn't mean to..." Tide sobbed, squeezing her optics shut and not daring to look at him. "I just c-couldn't hold it anym-more. I'm s-so sorry..." "Hey, hey it's okay..." he soothed, putting his hands on her shoulders to steady her. "It's alright. Almost veryone has an accident at some point... It's nothing to be ashamed of..." The tiny femme didn't seem to draw any comfort from the words, so he decided to start making amends for his lack of action. "Come on babe, let's get you cleaned off..." There is more after this, but as it's unfinished and fairly... intimate, I wasn't sure if I could post it or if anyone would even be interested. If you are, message me and I'll send you the rest when it's done. Again, I'd like to apologize if this is awful, I'm not exactly a very talented writer. ^^;
  3. I remember when I a was young, my Dad was irate at me because I wanted to go outside to play with my friends. I can't recall why he didn't want me to go outside, but being around seven or eight years old I naturally began to whine to get my way. He told me "If you're going to act like a baby, I'm going to treat you like a baby". He instructed my Mom to "go upstairs and get the diapers and plastic baby panties for him". I was absolutely horrified. I was screaming and kicking while she put my old cloth blue polka-dot diaper on, pinning it and then added those old, 50's style Gerber-made rubber panties. I remember crying myself to sleep feeling absolutely humiliated and betrayed. I was a small boy and very slender and still fit in those old clothes. I'm only realizing to this day, what an impact that experience had on me - whether it was for the good or bad, I just don't know. A number of years later, perhaps at age 11, there was an absolutely beautiful girl in my class room that was sitting just across from me. We were having a test in class, but she seemed to keep squirming around in her seat. In those days, you had to raise your hand to be excused from class to use the restrooms. This was just not going to happen during a test! Teachers always instructed us that on test hours, there were not exceptions to this rule. NO BATHROOM BREAKS, until the test was over and everyone had to walk in the hall together and wait their turn to use the bathroom. Things were pretty strict back then. She kept raising her hand and crossing and un-crossing her legs. Sometimes she seemed to have contorted her legs into a pretzel to hold back whatever was wrong with her. Her hand raising became more frantic...waving back and forth. The teacher ignored her. She began to whimper and tears were in her eyes. I whispered to her "What's wrong, Shari?" She said nothing EXCEPT I heard a loud fart emanate from her backside and she started sobbing, putting her head down on her desk. Soon, there was a sound of piddling pee on her chair below her and it became a full blown flood! I was shocked! She jumped up and lifted her dress and squatted as her pee was running down both legs, filling her saddle-style shoes! Her face was contorted in tears and pain and another very loud fart escaped (much to the laughter of the other children!) and this lump began to form in the back side of her panties that was becoming larger and larger. I was astonished - having never seen such humiliation. The teacher had of course, ran over at that time, tellin everyone to basically shut up, while she excorted Shari to the Principal's office to see the nurse and call her Mom to pick her up from school, immediately. Two things resulted from the above episode, for me: A) Shari and I became very close, because I din't tease her or bring the incident up to her at all. I accepted her school issue, as a non-issue. She shared with me that her Mom put her back in diapers and plastic pants for school! I asked her why? Shari told me "I dunno, they just make me feel safe" - needlessly to say that statement floored me. She and I went to several school dances and Sadie Hawkins events together. She was my first real "crush" that I ever had. She freely wet her diapers around me, for around four or five years. I never got to see her get changed, though.... :( B) I lost touch with her when her family moved away. I was heartbroken; however, I just never seemed to lose my facination with seeing a female squirm in pee desperation or getting ready to fully mess her panties, jeans or nylons! I began to wonder how it would feel.... That story will come soon - providing that I can continue to post. Hope you enjoyed this post! Warm Regards, Yummy1 (a trial member?) P.S., I'm adding just a couple of pictures that are unrelated to the above story. "Why?" For the hell of it! :)