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Firstly, I'd like to say hello to everyone and apologize I've been so slow at responding to messages. I also know you've all been expecting me to post the next chapter of "A Strange Encounter - The Mistress and Her Unwilling Prisoner" and I have great news about that, as the next chapter is almost finished and will be up soon. However, this post is about something else that happened to me a couple of days ago. It's rather long, so if you don't have time, you should better get back to this when you have a bit more, as it's worth it :D So, I just got back after doing some traveling around Europe and I brought a few gifts for friends. I met one of them two days ago in town to give her the chocolates I brought over. We met in town at around 8 o'clock and went for some pizza. It definitely wasn't a date but I haven't had so much fun and also quality conversation in a long while. Everything normal, until we went to this great pub that has a selection of locally-produced beer. People usually buy it in fours, as they come from bright yellow (regular lager colour), to reddish, brown and full black, and my friend felt compelled to buy me one of those in exchange for her chocolates. That was exactly two lovely litres of liquid. Yum! We stayed there for around 2-3 hours, in which I peed twice. I finished all my beer, which was absolutely great, and we had to leave as the place was closing. I must admit that I have skipped going to the loo before leaving, even though I was already filling up again after my last toilet trip. She joked about the fact that I went twice in the span of half an hour and I decided to not give her any more reasons to make fun of my bladder size, of which I am actually proud. There were no buses at that time, so I walked her back to her place which was a decent 20 minutes away from town centre. After dropping her off and making a huge effort not asking her if I can use her toilet real quick, I turned back towards town centre. (To go home I had to go through town centre once again and head in the opposite direction.) That was good, as I was already feeling my bladder really bad and I was planning to go use the toilet at McDonald's in town before carrying on with my journey. I really wasn't in the mood for a hold and even with my big bladder, two litres of beer is definitely not a joke. I got to McDonald's quite quickly, but as you can probably guess from the title, I didn't get to use the loo there, as the bouncer locked it after someone puked all over it. Great. At 1 o'clock at night everything else is already closed apart of that stupid McDonald's. Even KFC closed at 12... I soon realised there were no other toilets I could use apart of my own, which was 30+ minutes away. But I'm a big boy, I got home nearly losing it in my boxers many times before, so this wasn't really an unusual situation. I decided it might be a good idea to actually take a taxi back home at this point. I was filling up way too quickly and a taxi would've been my best bet to make it home in comfortable time. After losing almost 10 precious minutes trying to stop a taxi, I realised that I just need to start heading home on foot. I really couldn't afford losing more time as my bladder was already aching. It was a huge surprise to me to be that desperate, that quick. I guess it must've been the alcohol in the beers I had, along with the fact that I drank a huge amount of liquid in a short time span. I couldn't sit still and, biting my lip, I decided to start walking as fast as I can. What happened next is right out any of one of those cheesy Bound2Burst movies, because two police officers stopped me in the street. I was quite anxious to be honest, not knowing how long they'll keep me there or what they want. I could honestly picture myself slowly soaking my jeans in front of them as I casually answer all their questions. Fortunately enough, they just asked if I saw anybody running in the opposite direction, as there was a pretty messy fight a few minutes before. I finished with them and carried on with my desperate walk. I was so, so desperate! I was literally bursting. You can't imagine how embarrassing it can be for a guy to get that desperate... My bladder felt like a rock bopping up and down in my lower abdomen and it was really uncomfortable to walk fast. I eventually had to slow down and walk with my right hand in my pocket, secretly but strongly pinching my cock to help with the desperation. There were many people on the streets, as everybody was heading home at that time, so I couldn't really do anything more obvious. The people also made the idea of simply wetting behind a tree or a car impossible. In addition, as some of you might already know, I have a policy for not peeing in the street. I just hold it. For me, it's either a toilet or a pair of jeans. I was getting closer to home when it started to become more obvious that it might be impossible to get back dry though. It's a truly unique feeling, and everybody into omorashi knows it well enough, where the voice in your head just tells you "Jean, you will not make it. You know you will wet yourself soon...". Strangely enough, I felt it like a challenge this time. On another occasion I would've simply let it go in my pants. I love the feeling of a soaked pair of jeans and the incredible desperation I was going through would have definitely led to a very, very big and satisfying wet mess. But no, I decided that I am a big boy and that I can hold it until I get home. I took it as a challenge, but had to undo my belt... I really wanted to prove I can hold it for as long as I want and that I am in charge and decide when my bladder empties its content and when it doesn't. I was close now. Also, there were less people on the street so I made the most of it by getting a good front grip on my crotch. I was incredibly horny at this point and had to deal with a huge and noticeable bulge in my jeans too. A long, desperate and horny walk. When the powerful waves of desperation started hitting I had to walk even slower to not lose it. Moreover, I had to stop every 100 feet, cross my legs and regain my composure for a few moments. A cold sweat was a final warning signal to what will soon follow if I don't get to a toilet in time. Then I spurted. Yes, I SPURTED! The first time in my life that I actually spurt; I usually just explode all at once. It was such a strange, alien feeling to be able to stop the flow after a few drops hit my boxer-briefs. Although I wasn't dry anymore, there still was a chance of getting home with a pair of dry jeans. And I was wearing my favourite pair of shoes, which I definitely didn't want to soak in waves of warm urine. The last 5 minutes of my walk were full of ever increasing spurts which, sliding my hand inside my jeans, I found have left my underwear dripping wet. There was a noticeable wet patch on my blue jeans already, but I could see my house. That was the longest walk ever. With 10 feet to my front door, I could already feel the huge relief and hear the pee splash in the porcelain toilet bowl. Soon! But I lost it. I completely lost it and started peeing full force as I was frantically searching my pockets for the front door key. I just couldn't stop peeing. I couldn't. I was gripping my cock so hard through the wet material of my jeans it hurt, but to no avail. Pee was jetting out of my throbbing cock and I couldn't even slow the stream down. And it was so loud! It was hissing, I could here it as the stream was going through my boxers and was hitting my jeans. It had to be almost two minutes of continuous peeing followed by a lovely hissing sound. I almost finished peeing when I realised I was still standing with my legs double-crossed, still trying to stop the flow. What mess have a I made?! I was standing in a 2 feet - wide puddle. My shoes were full of pee and all squishy. I also apparently came in my boxers in the process. I eventually got in the house and when I got in the bathroom, I emptied all the pee out of my shoes (once again, just like in a cheesy B2B movie :P) and admired myself in the mirror. I wasn't even mad that I didn't make it home in time, dry, or that I have lost my own personal challenge. It didn't matter. The relief was absolutely incredible and this has to be one of my best wettings ever. And the best relief feelings too! It was real, big, messy, unplanned. It was perfect! My white ankle socks were completely soaked and almost transparent and my red boxer-briefs were almost entirely wet, it was actually hard for me to find a dry patch on them. The jeans had a lovely wet pattern on both the front and their back. Something else that I've never done before now is that I actually kept my wet boxers on and slept in them. In the morning, they were nice and dry and I decided to pee in them once again in the shower. This was absolutely incredible! Guys, this is pretty much it and I do hope you enjoyed it. Two lessons are to be learnt from this experience: 1. You cannot walk faster than your bladder can fill up. 2. You can actually piss yourself on your front door step. I thought that is just something dramatic that they like to show in videos, that you wet yourself seconds and feet away from relief, but this experience taught me the exact opposite. Pretty weird way to learn a lesson if you ask me... Once again, I really hope you had a great time reading this and please let me know what you think. Off topic, I have some pictures from a hold I've done some time ago and I'm thinking of sharing them with you. They're just about me being really desperate in a pair of jeans (which remain dry in the photos). Crossing legs, crotch holding, you get the idea. Let me know.! Jean

Astrologist Mona Megistus pulled the door to her home closed behind her, and stepped out onto the streets of Mondstadt. It was the dead of night, perfect conditions for stargazing. Mona's house was a small one, situated on the the outskirts of the city. Mona was dedicated not to use her talent with astrology to make a profit, and her pride wouldn't allow her to ask for money. Because of this, Mona was usually strapped for cash. It had taken a long time to save up enough to buy her house, but the cozy home was well worth it. Mona took in a deep breath of fresh air as she started off toward the city gate. The cool breeze rushed past her face, blowing her dark black hair around her shoulders. The plan for the night was to travel a short distance outside of Mondstadt, spend the night watching the stars, and head back into the city as the sun rose. Mona whistled a little tune to her self as she approached the gates. The night was her element and the stars her companions. In her eyes, there was no better time to be out than midnight. Mona arrived at the gates and was let through a small side door by a guard who looked equal parts tired and bored. Mona was well-known enough within the city to allow her to pass through with out much pause. She thanked the guard and continued on her way. Traveling along the main road that led out of Mondstadt, Mona aimed for a medium sized hill just a mile away. that was where she would set up for the night. Still whistling, Mona walked on, cloak fluttering in the wind. After about an hours trek, Mona began to scale the hill. It was not a large slope, but still a difficult climb. Once at the top, Mona stopped for a small rest. After about five minutes she stood and began to set up her equipment. As she was pulling out her notebook in order to keep track of her observations, Mona felt a small ache in her abdomen. She frowned and-placed one hand over her stomach. She had needed to visit the restroom before she had left her house, but had forgotten in her haste to get out of the city. Cursing her forgetfulness, Mona finished setting up. Nothing to be done about it now. About two hours into her stargazing. Mona was cursing herself even more. She now sat writing in her notebook about the measurements she had taken, with one leg crossed over the other. Her need had gotten much worse in the time since she had first arrived on the hill. Mona gazed back at the walled city behind her longingly, knowing that there were plenty of bathrooms there. Mona briefly considered calling it an early night and hustling back to the city, but eventually decided against it. There was still a few more hours of darkness left, and she was confident she could hold on for a little longer. Another two hours past and Mona knew she had made a mistake. She was constantly jiggling up and down, moving her feet from side to side. The astronomer was now desperate to pee. She quickly made the decision to pack up her things and head back into Mondstadt, hoping it wasn't too late. She spent a good fifteen minutes putting away her equipment, hindered by the need to stop periodically to hold herself in order to avoid leaking. Mona began to make her way down the hill at a snails pace. She was moving with one hand between her legs, one hand holding the strap of her equipment bag. About halfway down the hill Mona paused to consider finding a nice bush and peeing there. It's night anyway. No one is even out here. She thought. After a moment of deliberation, Mona's pride was too great to go to those extreme lengths. She continued her slow walk. Mona arrived on the main road of Mondstadt as the sun rose above the horizon behind her, illuminating the sky with a brilliant yellow shine. The hour walk that had led Mona to the hill now felt like an eternity. She was hunched over, with one hand perpetually thrust between her legs. Her brown tights chafed against her legs as she walked. About halfway to the gates, Mona let out a small squeak as she felt her bladder spasm. the next moment her hand was hit by a small jet of pee. Mona stoped and shoved both hands into her crotch, not caring that her equipment dropped to the road beside her. After taking a moment to compose herself, Mona was able to determine that it was just a leak. She breathed a sigh of relief. I still have time. Mona made it to the gates without further incident. She was let in by the same guard as earlier that night. She blushed as he directed a puzzled look at Mona's posture. Fortunately, he didn't ask any questions and let her through quickly. Mona was thankful that the same guard was still there expecting her, though she did fell a bit sorry for him, having to stand at attention all night. Mona hobbled back in the direction of her house as fast as she dared, bracing herself against a worse case scenario. Mona was able to reach her house without another leak. She stopped in front of the door. As she pulled her hand out form between her legs to grab the doorknob, she felt another stream shoot out of her overfilled bladder. She was forced to shove her hand back between her thighs and bounce form foot to foot in order to regain her composure. She reached for the knob once more and this time was successful in getting the door open. She rushed into the house pulling the door closed behind her. Mona's desperation reached a crescendo as the door slammed shut. She dropped her equipment on the floor and ran for the bathroom as fast as she could. She wasn't fast enough. Just as Mona reached the bathroom door, her overtaxed bladder gave up. She tried desperately to hold back the tide, but to no avail. Mona was forced to watch in resigned silence as she peed full-force into her pants. The purple fabric of her one piece top darkened around her crotch as pee soaked through the material. Wet streaks formed as urine ran down her legs, darkening any part of her tights that it touched. Mona grimaced at the wet, warm feeling that rushed over her thighs and down to the floor. A puddle formed between her feet, expanding outward as Mona's body continued to empty itself of liquid. After a solid minute and a half, the stream finally abated. Mona groaned and looked down at her clothing. Her one piece might be able to be saved. It only had wetness directly between the legs and a little around the back. Her tights were another matter. They were stained completely, turned almost black due to saturation. Mona could feel the blush rising on her cheeks as she stared at the puddle on the floor. Even though nobody was around to bear witness to her accident, Mona couldn't help feeling ashamed. Dejectedly, she stripped out of her soaked clothes and entered the bathroom. The toilet sat in the corner, lid up as if mocking her. She stepped into the shower, thankful that she at least was in private. A rueful smile crossed Mona's face. Whether the outcome was good or not, at least it had been an eventful night.

Mary pulled her white shirt down over her bra. Her breasts had almost doubled now that she was 5 months along with her 3rd child, this time with her new man. She was hoping to get today over with. She knew from her previous pregnancies, that she hadn’t had to hold her pee all morning, that was a myth, at least for her doctor. She did, however, need to make sure she had a full bladder at her ultrasound appointment, and by now, she certainly was. She had on a pair of stretchy jeans her sister had bought her for pregnant girls. Underneath, she had on a regular pair of red cotton panties. She poured her coffee and left. “I’ll just drink slowly” Merideth told herself. She had to pee, but she had to have her coffee more. She got into her car and began the ten minute trip across town to her doctor for her ultrasound appointment. “Shit” Mary said as she stop at yet another red light and took a sip of her coffee “Okay, I’m awake. I need to really watch how much of this I drink. I already need to piss like crazy” Mary said out loud to herself. Mary continued on her short trip. Her need, it felt, getting worse and worse by the minute. About a block from her doctor, she hit another red light. “Ugh of all the times to hit every red light!” She exclaimed. As she had one hand on the wheel and the other in her crotch, feverishly tapping her foot. Finally the light turned green and Mary stepped on the gas, pulling in to the parking lot moments later. Mary took a deep breath and collected herself as not to leak as she got out of the car, her need was that bad. She had timed it up to get there right at 10:15 when her appointment started, she hoped it wouldn’t take too long and she could finally empty her bladder. Mary hurried inside to the check in desk “Hi I’m here for an ultrasound with Doctor Janet. My appointment is right now” Mary told the receptionist, trying to hint to her to hurry it along. “Ah yes. Hello Mary! Doctor Janet is in with a patient right now who had a bit of an emergency” the receptionist told her. All Mary could think of was “ive got an emergency too!” As she shuffled her legs behind the desk. “Please fill out these forms before the doctor sees you”. “About how long is Doctor Janet going to be?” Mary questioned. “As long as you have your paperwork filled out, she should be with you in 15 minutes” “15 minutes??” Mary asked with a worried tone. “Give or take” the receptionist replied. “Can I help who’s next?” The look of panic on Mary’s was unmistakable. She knew from her previous pregnancies that these things cannot be rushed. She remembered her second pregnancy when she wet herself in the car on the way to the appointment. She had planned better this time... or so she thought. As she sat down to begin filling out the paperwork, the pressure on her bladder intensified. Mary could hardly focus, misspelling simple things like her place of employment. All she could think about was her need to pee which had gotten worse and worse and worse. She was really regretting that coffee. As she watched the clock tick by, the minutes felt like hours. She remembered her friend Caty telling her how, after an embarrassing accident during her first ultrasound appointment, she had began wearing thin pull ups to the doctor to protect against leaks or floods. Mary wished she’d had followed that advice as she gripped her pussy. Things were getting really bad now. Mary crosses and uncrossed her legs, she couldn’t sit still. She knew, again from previous experience, that with the added weight on her bladder, there would be no leaks. Once it came there was going to be now stopping. Ten minutes had gone by, Mary got up and began pacing around the room, hoping that it would help her excruciating need, but it didn’t. She sat back down and looked at the clock, it had been 15 minutes and still no sign of her doctor. Mary sat, squirmed In a panic and near tears. She was beginning to sweat from her need to go being so bad. 20 minutes, still no doctor. Her bladder was on the brink and she needed to make a decision. Suddenly, She felt a leak. It was slow and weak but Mary was not going to risk it. She shot up, still leaking, and waddled to the reception desk. “Excuse me, where is the bathroom? I’m sorry but I can’t hold it this is an emergency” Mary begged “You realize ma’am, that if you urinate you will have to reschedule?” The receptionist asked. Mary has no time for questions. “Yes! I can’t fucking hold it why do you think I’m asking! I’m gonna pee anyways so it will either be on the floor or in the toilet like I can’t wait any longer so please where is the bathroom!” Mary asked, now unashamedly holding her piss in with two hands. “Through this door. Go right, walk down then go left it will be the last door on the right” Mary took off through the door, going as fast as she could, leaking with every step. She felt her undies getting wetter and wetter as she got closer. Finally, as Mary turned the corner, disaster struck. Her poor pregnant bladder could hold on no longer. Mary froze in her tracks as the floodgates opened. Her pent up puss poured in a torrent into her panties forming an unmistakable wet spot on her crotch and ass as it ran down the front, back, and inside of her legs, changing the color of her jeans and soaking into her shoes and socks and forming a large puddle beneath her feet. Finally, her bladder was empty and her pants were soaked thoroughly. Just as her stream slowed to a trickle, then to a dribble and stopped, a handsome male nurse rounded the corner. Mary flushed with embarrassment “Ma’am are you alright?” The nurse asked. “I’m sorry” Mary said fighting back tears. “I had to be full for the doctor and I couldn’t help it. I almost made it but I just couldn’t hang on” Mary informed him. “Well why don’t you come with me, we will help you get cleaned up” he held Mary by the hand and led her into a back room where there was a bathroom with more privacy. The nurse grabbed a towel from the upper shelf and gave it to Mary as another nurse, a female this time, entered. “Is everything ok dear?” The older woman asked Mary. “Yeah. I just have to get cleaned up and call my fiancé for new pants” she said, half giggling at her own predicament. “No need for that sweetie. This isn’t the first time something unfortunate like this has happened here” The nurse handed Mary a pair of red sweatpants. “This our yours. We keep them here for just this reason” Mary went into the bathroom and took of her drenched pants and underwear. Grabbing a paper towel, she wiped the last few remain pee droplets off of her feet, leg, pussy and butt. Her smooth skin glistened in the light from the wetness of the piss. She put her soiled pants into a shopping bag they had given her and put on the red sweet pants that looked like they came straight from the goodwill. As Mary looked in the mirror, she couldn’t help but slightly giggle at her own humiliating predicament. “I just peed my fucking pants” she giggled. “Again. In front of a cute guy, And now I look homeless” but it was better than being wet. She made her way to the reception desk, a bag full of pee soaked jeans. “I’m gonna need to reschedule

I'm standing in a small room off of a busy hallway. The room is empty aside from a chalkboard mounted on the wall behind me, on it are a few tally marks. The door is propped open so anyone passing can see inside. Evidence of accidents are obvious in the dampness at the front of my uniform pants and the sagging bulge at the back. But those are from a while ago and my day is far from over. I'm shaking with desperation, my knees clamped together, my feet constantly shifting, my face twisted in the effort to hold it. Tears fall as I lose control and start to soak myself. Fresh wetness shows on my pants and a puddle spreads at my feet. With a whimper I turn and add another mark to the board. How many more marks will I have to make before I am permitted to leave this spot and change my unfortunate clothes?

I like to see other pretty women wet themselves. Those incidents make me feel strong, clean, aroused and more desirable. I enjoy how they feel themselves humiliated. I am more "woman" than those little peegirls or something like that. Like I earlier told here, I saw once when cute adult actress peed herself on our schoolyard. I was about 13 then. Maybe that is the reason how I feel. I like men and I have boyfriend, but I don´t like if they pee their pants. I have never peed myself on purpose after one time in my bathroom. It was no effect on me in any way. I just tested. Of course needing to pee and desperation feels good! I have accidentally peed my pants in public just once during my adult life. I didn´t like that occasion either. I tell my story now, cause I know how many of you like to read that story. It makes me very embarrased and I still feel how akward situation it was. Few years ago I promised to my big sister look at her kids, when she had a cleaning day. She has one girl and two boys. They are still very wild and fast. Then they were about 4-7 years old and maybe even quicker than now! We went by bus to retail park. Sister had promised she would get us home by car. After an hour or something we went to McDonald`s and we ordered burger meals. Kids left half of their colas and I drank more than my own. That was a biiig mistake. I never had problems with my bladder and I couldn`t believe any problems would be that time either. I walked kids in toilet one after another, while I check the other kids outside. Then we all went to amusement park. There I understood I had quite a big problem. I should look at all of them. We had to keep as a group. If those wild kids ran out of my sight I would loose them. Toilet visit was not possible with all those three. I decided to wait till we would be back in my sisters house. We spent time together and we had a much fun, but my need to pee was terrible whole time. I was shaking and pee dancing. I sat on bench and then stood knees together, while kids had their fun rides. Finally after few hours I called my sister. She didn`t answered. Neither her husband. Then I left text message to her. I was very worried. I had to pee more than ever in my life. When my big sister eventually called, we agreed she would come immediately to get us their home at dinner. I walked with kids out of the theme park towards parking place. Walking straight was really hard for me. Time was running so slowly! Once I saw car I thought was my sister´s. My thoughts and my focus slipped. When my concentration wasn`t perfectly in my full bladder, I leaked. In one second I realized I was wetting myself! And not just a little bit. Pee ran down my legs wetting my tennis shoes and my blue skinny jeans. I couldn`t stop that until my pants were soaked. I walked myself and kids between cars, cause people was watching us. I couldn`t cover myself. Because it was summertime, I only had a little handbag and t-shirt on me. No jacket at all. I was so humiliated, especially because of those kids who saw my accident. I was nearly crying. I said to them, that adults could also pee their pants accidentally sometimes. When my sister drove there, she had much fun. "OMG, you!!!" She said. She asked if we had to drive throughout my place. Of course we had to drive. I took a quick shower and changed. I said it would be nice if sister wouldn´t tell to her husband anything about my accident. After my pee session kids had been very quiet. And they still were during whole trip in the car. When we were sitting on dinner table, my sister`s husband asked those kids how funny day they had and what had happened. Only thing came up was, that their naughty auntie peed her jeans at the parking place!!!

Good day I am very fond of Japanese accidental wetting content but what I found is that the Japanese girls will not often push their hand into their crotch to help her hold it when very desperate for a pee and I have no idea why they refrain from doing that. Do you know of any clips where you find this? Please share here and if it is girls from other countries please feel free to add. thank you in advance PeeloverEd Much appreciated PeeloverEd

Trouble With Yui Hey guys this story was an idea I had for a long time. I was embarrassed to write it because people will make fun of me or think I'm weird... Please don't judge me this is my first fanfic... So R&R Enjoy everyone! This take place when Yui didn't know who she was and Kirito is not in the story but, is mentioned. (Alternate Storyline where Yui is not taken back up to cardinal and turned into a in-game item) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a bright shining day in Floor 22. The sound of birds cherping and the sound of the wind blowing was comforting. A young black hair girl yawned as she woke up from her deep sleep and got out of bed. It had been 2 years since the death game SAO was released where the players were trapped until the game was beaten by the players to release everyone from captivity but so far, they were really far from reaching the 100th floor. The young girl rubbed her eyes and she made up her bed and sat on it. It felt like yesterday when her momma, also known as Asuna and her father, Kirito found her in the woods and took her under their wing. When she had woken up from her slumber and she had no memory of herself. All she knew was her name, Yui. After trying to say Asuna and Kirito's names she called Asuna her momma and Kirito her papa. Soon after she had awakening from her slumber, Asuna and Kirito searched if she had any parents or guardians in the game, but they had no luck soon after saving the Thinker they decided to adopt Yui as their own. Soon after, she was sad to see her papa go and fight on the front lines for a long time. Leaving Asuna to take care of the child. Yui was little depressed not having her papa around but, her and Asuna had a lot of fun together. Yui layed back on the bed as Asuna entered the room smiling. "Rise and shine sleepy head!" She chuckled. "Momma!" Yui cried as she soon got off the bed and jumped and hugged Asuna. She was glad to see her. Asuna then picked her up and swung her around and gently set her down on the floor. "You ready for some breakfast?" Asuna asked her so kindly. Yui nodded as they both walked into the kitchen. Yui then sat down at the table waiting for Asuna to fix her some breakfast. She than put on a apron and got an egg out of her inventory and cracked the egg and placed it on the steaming pan. The sound of the eggs sizzling on the pan made Yui more hungry. Her stomach rumbled loudly as Yui and Asuna laughed together. "You must be really hungry." Asuna laughed. Yui nodded as Asuna placed two white plates of two eggs on the wooden table. Asuna then passed Yui one of the plates on the table and handed her a fork. She slow cut off a piece of her egg and quickly stuffed it in her mouth. She then chewed it with her mouth closed. She could taste the yummy taste of the eggs as she gulped it down. "Is it good?" Asuna looked at Yui as she gulped another bite. She nodded as she took another bite of her egg. Soon after finishing, Yui fell asleep on the chair she was sitting on while Asuna cleaned the dishes and forks. Once after she was done, she carried Yui to the room with two beds where they slept and placed Yui under the covers and tucked her in. She left the room quietly leaving her daughter to sleep. The sound of huffing echoed in the darkness. Yui saw herself standing far away seeing her papa, Kirito. Fighting a boss similar to the Gleam-Eyes on Floor 74. Kirito was clashing with this beast and it seemed they were equally matched. Yui then looked above Kirito and saw the red arrow pointing to him and his health. It only had .25 percent left. She saw her papa huffing while the beast didn't break a sweat. The beast swung his sword as Kirito blocked it with his dual swords. The beast then disappeared from in front of him to behind him. The beast jerked his sword into his back as he took a final breath. His health then reached 0 as he fell to the round disappearing into pixels that quickly disappeared. The beast then roared and disapeared into black mist and faded into the darkness! Yui saw what had happen and rushed over to where her papa had died. "Papa!" She cried as she fell to her knees sobbing and crying really hard. "Papa!" She continued to stay while her tears landed on the ground. She remembered all the times she had with him which made her cry even more! Without knowing, a pool of wetness came from under her as it spreaded on the ground. She didn't smell the stench of urine as she continued crying. She didn't know if it was real or not! It felt so real. "Papa!" She screamed waking up from her sleep. She sat up next to the headboard as she sniffled. Asuna came rushing into their room to see what had happen. "Are you alright Yui? I heard you scream!" Yui shivered in her white dress. "I... Had a nightmare momma." She cried as as Asuna came over and hugged her. Asuna patted her on the back as she set her down on the bed. "Don't worry Yui... Its just a dream." She said in a soothing voice. She stroked her hair as she gave Yui a smile. Yui then hugged her as Asuna smelled the scent of urine coming from her. She sniffed and didn't gag or anything. She placed Yui on the ground as she lifted up the covers and saw a large wet spot on the bed. Yui was shocked as she turned away after seeing the wet spot. "Momma! I'm sorry! Please don't get mad at me." Yui said in a voice that sounded like she was about to cry. Asuna took the covers and sheets off and placed then on the ground. She still smelled the stretch and looked behind Yui and as she a huge wet spot on her white dress. "I'm not mad Yui. Kids your age tend to have this problem especially the ones in SAO. They've been so scared being away from home! I know u didn't mean to... you had a really bad nightmare. You don't have to be embaressed! Now, strip off your clothes so I can wash them with the sheets." Asuna said gently. She then helped Yui out of her dress revealing her pink pee stained panties. Asuna helped Yui took her panties off; her faced turned red with embarrassment. Asuna pulled down her menu and layed out a new set of clothes for her. Yui slowly put on the pink shirt that was layed out, on and then she put on new white panties on her bum. After that, she put both legs in the dark brown shorts and zipped them up. "Yui, lay on the couch while I wash your sheets and clothes." Asuna smiled towards Yui. Yui nodded as she came out of her room and ran past the small kitchen and sat on the couch. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So how do you like it so far? I'm willing for critique or any ideas for the next chapter!

A loud clap of thunder awakened me from my slumber and I immediately sat up in my bed as a soft gasp exhaled from my mouth. A raging storm of thunder and lightning permeated the night sky and my bedroom with its anger along with a heavy shower of rain and hail pouring from the storm clouds at a steady pace, hitting the ground with a sound as loud as a rock slide. Almost instantly, I realized another reason to be awake; I really needed to pee, quite badly and I pulled my bladder muscles together. Why didn’t I pee before I went to sleep? I kicked myself for this as I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. The time was 3:52 AM, way too early for me to be awake but I was bursting to pee and since I was frightened by heavy storms, I was reluctant to leave the sanctity of my bed. I clutched my pillow tightly and whimpered as I looked around my bedroom, where shadows of my furnishings flashed on my light colored walls. A strong urge hit my bladder, causing me to grab myself in the crotch of my cream colored pajama pants and squirm in place. I desperately wanted to get up to go to the bathroom but my fear made it hard for me to leave my bed and I could only rock myself to subside the feeling, which was getting stronger by the minute. Come on, Maddy! Just get up and go! But I’m so afraid… I fought with myself. I had no choice, the fury of the storm outside didn’t show signs of stopping any time soon and I was about to pee on the bed. Both of my hands grabbing my girlhood now, I slowly scooted off of the bed, placed my bare feet onto the cold hardwood floor, and stood up. Okay, I’m just going to go really fast and… Oh my god! I gasped loudly when a loud crack of thunder almost made me fall back onto the bed and I accidentally let a spurt of pee escape into my panties. No! I’m going to make it, just a little ways further. I quickly but barely gained back control and started hobbling towards my bedroom door, trying to walk as fast as I could while holding myself as tightly I could. I was hunched over and could barely even lift my feet off of the ground to move at a decent pace and every step I took I felt like I was going to lose control of my bladder. My heart raced and my body shock from the uneasy feeling I’ve always gotten during a heavy storm such as this one. I’ve always felt like the house would be struck by lightning and catch fire, or the wind would blow the house away, or worse. I made it to my bedroom door and pulled a hand out from my legs to turn the knob quickly so I could jam it back between them. I fumbled with the knob, trying to open the door but it wouldn’t budge an inch no matter which way I turned the knob. Ooh, why won’t it open, I have to pee so badly! I bit my bottom lip and wedged my hand back into my crotch as another spasm hit my bladder and another burst of pee jetted out into my clutched hands, dampening the fabric of my pajamas. Noo! I can’t wet myself! I have to keep trying… I crossed my leg over the other and pulled my hand out that was damp with urine and shaking with fear. I again tried opening the door and pulling as hard as my weak, shaking body would allow with one hand only to be denied from exiting once again. Another spurt leaked out and formed with the wet spot already on my pajamas. Noooo! Don’t pee! I shoved my hand back into my crotch and bounced in place, wondering why the door wouldn’t open and desperately trying to not have an accident. I scanned over the wall where the door should have been as the lightening lit up the area; it appeared that the door was gone, but the knob was still there. What… where’s the door…?My confusion was soon interrupted when I felt an incredibly stronger-than-before twinge in my abdomen and I dropped to my knees to try and suppress the flood which was seemingly unavoidable now. I sat on my legs and firmly grasped my crotch, pressing my fingers inside of my girlhood to bear down on my pee-hole. I shut my eyes tightly as the pressure from my pee forcefully pushing its way out became too much and started coming out in long gushing blasts, soaking my pants. I… can’t… hold it…! Tears welled in my eyes as I had no choice but to wait for the inevitable caused by my silly fear of storms. Then it happened. Warm urine gushed out like an erupting geyser and poured over my hands, completely drenching my clothes and pooling under me. I could almost hear the hissing sound from the saturation of the fabric over the storm. Desperately, I tried to pull back on my bladder, but the force of the stream was too much and there was nothing I could do to keep from fully wetting myself right there, just right around the corner from my bathroom. I… can’t believe that I’m peeing myself… I cried as I sat there completely mortified and frozen in place for what seemed like hours wishing I could wake up from this nightmare. At that very moment, I seemed to have had my wish granted as I was no longer balled up on the floor in front of my door nor could I hear the rolling thunder outside. The only thing I heard were a couple of birds chatting with each other outside as I slowly opened my eyes to a brightly lit room filled only with the rays of the morning sun coming from the window. I was back in my bed, safe and sound. “Just another nightmare…” I said with a relieving sigh as I sat up in bed and stretched my arms out with a high-pitched yawn. I was still rattled from the seemingly real mind-state, but I often had nightmares with storms. Shortly after I put my arms back down, I felt damp under where I was sitting and pulled the coverings up. I knew what had happened before I saw the bed and my crotch soaked with pee and my heart began pounding, nearly bursting out of my chest. I covered my mouth as I gasped; I hadn’t wet the bed since I was a little girl. Without hesitation or thinking, I jumped out of bed and yanked my wet pajamas off of my sticky, glistening legs and tossed them in my dirty clothes bin then made a mad dash to the bathroom for a quick shower. As I turned on the shower and began taking off my top, the sound of the running water almost instantly brought my need to pee back. I plopped down on the toilet right behind me and let my bladder muscles contract, giving way to the straggling urine that I somehow managed to keep inside of me. The urine trickled out of me slowly at first before speeding up to a steady stream and mixed with the clear water below, making it a light shade of yellow. Still mortified, I began wondering how I was going to clean the pee stain off of my bed before my parents see it. Thankfully they were still asleep as far as I know. 30 seconds later, the pee slowed down to a slight tinkle before finally stopping. I flushed the toilet and hopped in the shower. I already had a proper shower last night before bed so I concentrated on washing my girlhood and the area around it, eliminating the icky sticky feeling that I hadn’t felt in many years when I last wet the bed. My mind instantly took me back to that horrible moment of my life. I was about 10 years old or so and I had a lot of soda before bed that night while I was watching a movie with my best friend, Haley. I was so tired after her mom picked her up that I forgot to use the toilet and went straight to bed. I was awakened by my mother shaking me and telling me to wake up and that I had wet my bed. I was so embarrassed that I cried and locked myself in the bathroom before my dad unlocked it and we all had a long discussion about how I needed to use the toilet before bed each night. As the years went by, I was able to wake up when I needed to urinate in the middle of the night… but not this time. I quickly shook off this thought, hoping that it was just a one time occurrence and nothing similar would ever happen again. I turned off the water and dried and wrapped myself with a towel then headed back to my room to put on clean clothes. My closet door was already opened; I let the towel fall off of my squeaky clean body as I looked at myself in the mirror hanging on in the inside of the door and began brushing my brown shoulder length hair that flowed over my petite, pale skinned frame. The weather was mildly warm outside so I put on a light colored pair of loose fitting jeans over a fresh pair of undies and slipped on a red baby-doll t-shirt after shamefully looking over my pathetic a-cups. Glancing at the clock on my bedside table, I noticed that I had 30 minutes to rid my bed of the incriminating pee stain that stretched over a good three quarters of the width of my light blue sheet. I yanked it off and threw in the basket with my wet pajamas before walking out of my bedroom to fetch some cleaning supplies from downstairs. I was so relieved to see that my parents were still in bed as usual and I grabbed a bottle of fabric cleaner and a cleaning pad. I traipsed back to my room and started using the supplies on the bare wet mattress until it was free of the urine stain. After I finished, I let out a big sigh of relief and gathered the cleaning supplies along with my dirty linens and clothes, then quietly walked down stairs again to toss them in the washer. As I was putting the fabric cleaner up, I heard someone walking my direction. Panicking, I quickly put the bottle in the upper cabinet and accidentally knocked over various items as an avalanche of cleaning utensils dumped over me and onto the floor below. I started picking them up when my mom showed up at the laundry room door. My heart began racing and I become nervous that she would see my wet sheets and pajamas. “Madison? What are you doing, are you okay?” She asked, concerned. “Nothing! J-Just doing some laundry before school.” I continued to pick up the items, dropping a couple from my shaking arms and laid them on the shelf in an unorganized fashion. I disregarded the fallen bottles and quickly put my wet sheets in the washer before I noticed the smell of urine permeating the small room. “Why does it smell like urine in here? And didn’t we wash all of the sheets on Tuesday?” She looked down at the pajamas and picked them up before I could stop her. I flushed bright red on my cheeks as I couldn’t do anything but wait for her next response. “It’s nothing… I didn’t…” There was nothing I could say to save me now, she had noticed the wet stains on my pajamas. “Nothing? These smell of pee. Did you wet the bed, Madison? I thought you were over that.” She looked at my bright red cheeks and my body shook from horror. It was bad enough when I wet the bed at 10 but even worse at 16. I wished that the washer would have turned into a monster and ate me up right then. I looked down in shame. “I… don’t know… yeah.” My voice shook as I spoke and every second that passed felt even worse than the last. I held back my tears and said nothing more as she scanned over my peed clothes. “Get your shoes on and go to school before you’re late. I’ll take care of this. If this keeps up, you’re going to the doctor. You shouldn’t be wetting the bed at such an age.” She said as she intently looked over each wet article and scoffed at them before dropping them in the washer. I slowly headed towards the front door as I walked away from one of the most embarrassing moments of my life and hoped this will all be forgotten soon. I slipped on my brown leather sandals and grabbed my school bag then headed out the door to the bus stop. The horrible moment that just passed kept playing over and over in my head as I waited for the school bus no matter how much I tried to forget about it. At least I’ll get to see my best friend Haley as soon as I get on the bus. I really needed her right then. I folded my arms across my chest and soon, the bus arrived and I walked up the dirty steps behind the folding doors, ignored the old-aged bus driver when he creepily smiled at me like always, and found Haley, smiling at me in a much more pleasant way as I sat down next her. I gave her a half smile and sat my bag in my lap as the bus drove off. It was only a matter of moments before Haley took notice that something was the matter as I expected her to. “What’s wrong, Maddy? You don’t look like your normal, cheery self today…” She looked at me with a concern that already begun to calm me down. I knew I could tell her anything, but I didn’t want anyone on the bus to over hear. “Err…” I looked around us and realized we were far enough out of earshot from the few other people on the bus. The closest person was a boy with headphones on a few seats back. “I uh… wet the bed last night…” I whispered to her. “Oh… is that all? Don’t worry Maddy, it happens.” She put her hand on my shoulder and I immediately felt so much better. I smiled a bit more as I looked at her. She had longer hair than me, auburn color, that flowed over her body that was a little wider compared to my small frame. More notably her chest, which was a couple of sizes bigger than mine, which I was always jealous of. She was wearing a pair of khaki colored carpenter pants and a green shirt. “I haven’t since I was 10... I was so embarrassed. Especially because my mom found out and made it into a huge deal and told me if it continued that she would take me to the doctor.” I explained to her comfortably. “Moms can be over reactive like that. Don’t worry, accidents happen. Even to Haley.” She warmly smiled at me, making me feel even more better. “Really? When did you last… you know…” I trailed off from my question and wondered if she caught my drift. “What? Had an accident?” I nodded. “Um… I can’t remember, about 13 or 14. Happened in Ms. Swanson’s class, you remember how strict she was on bathroom breaks. I was running late from lunch period and didn’t have time to go to the toilet before her class… and yeah.” She seemed okay with telling me this. I could tell she wanted me to feel better, and I did. “I hope I never have one in public… that sounds super embarrassing.” I said to her and looked outside the window. We proceeded to talk about stupid girl stuff that wasn’t important until the bus finally arrived at our high school and we all got off. Me and Haley went to our separate classes. “See you after school, Maddy!” She waved to me and I smiled and waved back. First period was English, which was a bore as usual but I got through it and Math was second. I liked Math, it always interested me for some reason. Then my favorite period of the day came, Lunch. Unfortunately, I didn’t share any lunches or classes with Haley except Marching Band every other day, which is how we met. She played flute and I played the French horn. I sat down with my poorly prepared chicken patty, tater tots which were surprisingly good and my large bottle of purified spring water from home. I took my time finishing my meal and drank most of my water. I looked at the clock; I still had 45 minutes left of lunch and I was a bit tired so I decided to rest for a little while, make a quick bathroom trip and then head to class. I laid down on my arms and soon, my eyes shut and I drifted off into a light sleep. “Young lady? Wake up.” I faintly heard as my eyesight slowly returned to normal and a figure of a woman was standing next to me. “Huh?” I looked up at the janitor who was sweeping the floors of the empty cafeteria. “You better get to class, you’re late. Lunch has been over for 15 minutes.” She said in a concerned voice. “Oh crap!” I exclaimed as I jumped up from my seat, grabbed my bag and darted out of the room heading towards my 3rd period History class. As I walked quickly to my class, I felt my bladder give several strong signals that I needed to pee. If only I didn’t fall asleep, I would have had time to use the bathroom then, but I was already late for class. It wasn’t that urgent yet but I could only hope it would stay that way until after class. I knew Mr. Venezuela wouldn’t let me leave, especially since I was now late but I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to ask. I walked through the door and all of the students including Mr. Venezuela looked at me. I suddenly didn’t feel brave enough to ask him to let me go so I just sat down as he watched me, waiting to hear my excuse. “Uhm… sorry. I fell asleep at lunch.” I sheepishly said to him, not paying attention to the rest of the class as I pulled out my history text book. He shook his head at me and continued with the lesson and I turned to the page I was supposed to be on. Minutes later, my urge to urinate returned stronger than before and I shifted in my seat to subside the feeling. I had to do this every time my need came back and it became stronger and more difficult to hold each time until I was forced to put a hand in between my legs in order to keep all of my pee inside my bladder. My face turned a shade a red as some of the others took notice to my predicament but I tried not to pay attention to them and focus on the lesson as well as preventing an embarrassing accident. Desperately, I crossed my legs, pressed my hands into my crotch and leaned forward a bit, suppressing the urge a little. More time passed, and I was no longer able to concentrate on the lesson at all but only on my bursting and aching bladder. I was in almost in tears when Mr. Venezuela finally ended the lesson. “Alright that’s it for today, class. Please write down your homework assignment for tonight.” He said. I was so ready to get of class that I didn’t think about the consequences of my next action. I pulled my right hand out of my tightly crossed legs and started to write down our instructions. Instantly a spurt of warm pee gushed out of my and dampened my pants. I groaned, apparently loud enough for everyone to hear including the teacher. Everyone turned to look my way and Mr. Venezuela looked at me with concern. I shoved my hand back where it was. “Is something the matter, Ms. Jennings?” He asked as my cheeks burned red and I was filled with embarrassment. I held back my tears and blurted out my need in desperation. “I’m about to have to have an accident, can I go to the bathroom please?!” I began crying as another spurt of pee escaped my clutches. “Can’t you wait 10 more minutes, class is almost over. You should have asked earlier.” He sternly asked. I knew I couldn’t hold on that long without wetting myself fully. I was already leaking constantly into my panties at this point. “No… I really can’t. It’s coming out!” I exclaimed in a broken and shaking voice as tears dripped down my flushed cheeks. A few students murmured to themselves. I overheard one of them saying ‘She’s going to pee herself.’ “Go then. Next time, make sure you have enough time before class to take care of this.” Without thinking and disregarding everyone else, I immediately stood up and headed towards the door. As I fumbled with the door handle, more long spurts of urine came out and began forming a large wet spot between my legs and I jammed my hand back in between them. “No! I can’t hold it anymore!” I said loudly and without any regard to whoever heard it as I dropped to my knees. The flood gates opened and all of my pent up pee poured out of me like a garden hose on full blast, completely drenching my pants and pooling under me. I sat in my pee puddle, frozen in place and in tears as I covered my face with my pee soaked hands. My nightmare came true. I could hear Mr. Venezuela trying to talk to me but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I was lost in my mind, playing back everything that just happened and wishing that the floor would just suck me in. The bell rang a minute later and I was brought out of my thoughts. I stood up quickly, almost slipping in my puddle, grabbed my bag and textbook, and darted out the door. I ran down the hallway and out the side doors, ignoring all of the looks I was probably getting from others and leaned against the light colored brick wall outside, dropping everything in my hands. I bawled my eyes out as I covered myself with my sweater that I pulled out from my bag. Soon after, I heard someone open the very same doors that I came out of and I almost ran away, until I saw who it was. “Maddy?” Haley said. I didn’t say a word but instead threw myself at her and clung to her tightly, crying my eyes out on her shoulder. “It’s okay Maddy… I saw you running down the hallway.” She softly said as she patted my back and hugged me. My crying subsided as she comforted me. “Come on, I’ll walk you back to my house. You can get cleaned up and changed there.” I sighed with relief and nodded as I let go of her. I put my book back in my bag and threw it over my shoulder and we walked to her house. I told her everything that happened along the way. I was thankful that Haley was my best friend, she really comforted me that day.[/size]