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This is the first real story I've written outside of school, but I think I'm pretty good at writing so please be brutal with any criticisms to bring my ego down to the correct level. Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM Wendy woke up to a familiar, yet still disappointing feeling. She pulled away her sheets and looked down at her legs to confirm. Sure enough, there was a large dark spot on the sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light grey pajama pants. Wendy had wet the bed again. She sighed as she got out of bed to clean up. As she peeled off her wet panties, she glanced over to the corner in her closet that hid a small plastic package labeled "Goodnites." Her parents had managed to convince her to bring them to college, but she only wet once or twice a month, and felt that the protection they would provide on those nights wasn't worth feeling like a baby on all of the others. While Wendy didn't derive any positive emotions from wetting the bed, there was one upside to the situation, which was that she was able to get one of the coveted few "single rooms." Most freshmen were required to have a roommate, but all it took was a doctor's note and a few embarrassing conversations with various school faculty and Wendy was able to live by herself in a dorm room that had its own small bathroom. This was great for Wendy not only for the obvious reasons, but also because it gave her the privacy required to do what she does best. She pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden stick and pointed it at the wet pile of clothes and sheets on her bed. After uttering a few words in a language she only vaguely understands, Wendy flicked her wrist and the pile of dirty laundry no longer fit that description. Her now-exposed thighs, however, were still damp and a bit sticky, so she stepped in the shower to clean up. It was only then that Wendy realized just how frustrated she was with herself. "I'm in college now," she thought to herself, "why don't I have more control over my own body?" She let the water run down her naked body as she thought about what, if anything, she could do about this. The obvious solution was one that she had thought of many times before. In fact, it was what came to mind first whenever she had any problem whatsoever: magic. However, the number of spells she had access to was limited. She had already read through all of them even tangentially related to bladder control, and none of them were even close to what she needed. With that thought, she should have probably moved on to more mundane solutions, but something seemed to be stuck in the back of her mind. Due to the many visits to the doctor she had previously gone on, Wendy was intimately aware that part of the problem was the size and strength of her bladder. If she could fix that, her problem should go away. The issue is that spells that modify the human body are strictly forbidden for wizards under a certain age, due to the extreme complications that could arise (and had arisen many times before). Wendy, however, happened to know where her family kept the age-restricted spell books, and was just irritated enough to try something risky. That night, when her parents were asleep, she would finally stop her bedwetting for good. The Study - 11:49 PM Wendy cast a spell and stepped through her bathroom door into her father's study. Shelves of books lined the walls, but she didn't bother to glance at most of them; she knew where her target was. On the top of a shelf at the far end of the room sat a book mislabeled "Archeology for Dummies." Previous instances of snooping in this room had made her fully aware, however, that this book actually contained spells designed to modify human anatomy temporarily or permanently. It was entirely written in the same confusing, unintuitive language that spells were composed of, so finding the right spell would take some decoding. Around 30 minutes later, she had combed the table of contents enough to find a spell that just might work. It said something about making a single part of your body be "the same" as someone else's. Surely, all she had to do was pick someone with a stronger bladder, and she would be golden. Her best friend Kate seemed like a good fit. They were a similar height and weight, and Kate needed to use the bathroom much less frequently than Wendy. Wendy memorized the spell and started to put the book back on the shelf. "Wait," she thought to herself, "if I'm going to involve Kate in this, I need to make sure there's no way of it hurting her." She opened the book back up and checked a few things. After a few careful rereads and looking up some words, Wendy assured herself that the spell would only physically affect herself and that there wasn't a way for it to kill either of them. Content with that clarification, Wendy stepped through the bathroom door back to where it normally leads. She went to the bathroom, clearing out her bladder before what she had begun to think of as "the operation." She took off all of her clothes and stepped into the shower. Sometimes these things can get messy. With her wand pointed just below her belly button, she recited the spell while including "bladder," and Kate's full name in the appropriate spots. When the spell was finished, Wendy could feel a strange pressure in her body as her bladder started to change shape. She jumped a bit as a small squirt of pee forced its way out of her and splatted onto the shower floor. After a few seconds, however, she started to feel normal. "I hope that means it worked," she thought as she stepped out of the shower and got ready for bed. Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM - The Next Day Wendy woke up to a comfortable, dry bed and hoped that it wasn't just a coincidence. "I guess it might be a while before I know for sure," she thought to herself as she got up to go to the bathroom. She slid her panties off of her legs and sat down on the toilet. She started to pee as normal, but it felt slightly off. Even though the amount was the same, it almost felt like she was peeing twice at the same time. Maybe it was just her increased bladder capacity, or maybe she was simply overthinking things. Wendy wiped herself and started to change so she could get to class. Classroom 146 - 10:24 AM The day went by as it normally does for the most part, which was a good sign. Wendy sat in her introductory graphic design class, only half-listening to the lecture on color theory as she doodled idly in her notebook. "...the colors get warmer as...," the professor said as she realized her legs were also getting warmer. Horrified, she glanced down while trying not to draw attention to herself and tried to stop the flow. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do as warm urine spread out from between her legs. It soaked through the back of the navy-blue skirt that made up the bottom half of her school uniform and pooled into a puddle on her chair. It kept going, creeping down the chair leg and onto the floor by the time her bladder had finally emptied itself. Wendy didn't know what to do. She hadn't even needed to pee that badly. She felt the entire contents of her bladder soaking against her skin and had to hold back the urge to cry. Luckily, no one seemed to notice, so she sat in her chair, her face burning red as she waited for everyone else to leave. Eventually, everyone did leave, except for the professor. He would be staying in this room until his next class, and Wendy would have to walk right past him having clearly just peed all over herself. He looked to see why one of his students was still in their chair, and Wendy could tell from the empathetic concern on his face that he had noticed the mess. "I'll clean this up," she started to stutter, but he told her that a custodian would take care of it. Her face somehow turning even redder than before, she stumbled out of the classroom and into the bathroom to clean up. Then, as her thoughts finally had a chance to clear, an important one came into her mind: "Either Kate's bladder is a lot weaker than I thought it was, or I screwed up that spell." Kate's Dorm Room - 8:00 AM - Earlier that same day Kate woke up to an entirely unfamiliar feeling, one she had felt before but long forgotten about. She pulled away her sheets and looked down to see what it was. There was a large dark spot on her sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light pink panties. Kate had wet the bed for the first time since she was potty trained. She reached down between her legs and felt the moistness that confirmed it. Her roommate's bed was empty, and she desperately hoped that she hadn't seen what transpired in the night. She got out of bed and removed her sheets so she could wash them. Hallway - 10:23 AM As Kate was walking back from her second class, she was still thinking about what had happened that morning. It wasn't like she had been drinking or anything. Was she sick? She didn't feel sick, but just in case, she decided to go to the bathroom now, in case it would sneak up on her. She pulled down her skirt and panties and started to pee. "Yep, I think there's something wrong," she thought. It felt different from normal, in a way she couldn't quite place. It was almost as if she was peeing twice at the same time. "Wait, that doesn't even make any sense. I'm probably just overthinking things." Not too long after, she got a call from her best friend, Wendy. Kate frowned. Nine times out of ten, if Wendy was calling her in the middle of the school day, it was because she fucked up a spell. She had told Kate about the whole magic thing a while back, and frankly, sometimes it seemed like only negative things had come from it. Kate answered the phone and listened to the voice of a Wendy who had possibly just been crying. "Hey Kate, I think I messed up." Wendy explained the entire situation, and just as Kate was making the mental note that it was now ten times out of eleven, she realized something. "I think I know what is going on, can you meet me in the bad bathroom?" Bad Bathroom - 10:40 AM Wendy had completely understood what Kate meant by the "bad bathroom." It was the one bathroom on campus that barely ever had anybody in it because of how gross and allegedly haunted it was. The "haunted" rumor was made up and reinforced by Wendy, who had cast a few spells to ensure she could have a space in the classroom building that nobody would walk in on. The bathroom had two stalls, which was all Kate apparently needed to test her hypothesis. "Just sit on the toilet in that stall and don't do anything." Wendy did as she was told and pulled down her still damp skirt. A few seconds later, a small jet of pee burst out of her without warning. Curiously, the sound it made when it hit the toilet was also coming from the stall that Kate was in. "I've figured it out," she said over the wall of the stall, "we're sharing the same bladder!" Parking Lot - 2:00 PM - 2 Days later As Wendy waited with Kate and the rest of the volleyball team for the bus to show up, she thought about her bladder. She had managed to coordinate going to the bathroom with Kate via text to avoid any further accidents while she tried to find a solution. All she had found so far was how to change whose bladder she was sharing, but frankly that wouldn't really help her much. The bus finally showed up and she sat down next to Kate. It would be a long ride to the game, and the stress was already starting to make her think she needed to pee again. It took about an hour for her to realize that thought was definitely correct, and she asked if they would be able to stop to use the restroom. "We've got a stop in about 30 miles" the bus driver responded. She was content with that answer. She wasn't too desperate yet. Half an hour later, the bus stopped at a gas station and everyone got out. "Make sure to use the bathroom if you need to," the coach said, "There isn't anywhere to stop after this besides our destination." Wendy and Kate didn't need to be told to go; they were the first ones off of the bus. Their faces sunk as they stepped inside the gas station and realized something: there was only one toilet. If one of them went, the other would be wetting themselves, and it wouldn't be worth the rumors that would start if they both went in at the same time. They both stepped aside, as if they hadn't needed to use the bathroom after all, and they tried to figure something out. By the time Wendy determined she would be willing to sneak out back and crouch down, it was already too late. Everyone else was getting back on the bus. The urge to pee grew as each minute passed. She realized there was too much time left in the trip to make it when her bladder started hurting. She squirmed in her seat and looked over to Kate making very similar motions. For a split second, her bladder released and a small wet patch appeared on her underwear. Kate appeared to jump a bit and turned to look at her, concerned and desperate. Wendy's mind raced as she thought of how she could get out of this. She felt so guilty for subjecting Kate to this, and her mind turned towards ways she could even just spare her the embarrassment. "I could sit on her lap," she thought "and then it might look like all of the pee was mine." No, that was a bit too ridiculous. "But what about something even more ridiculous?" Wendy looked over to Kate. "Cover me," she said as she slid down into the area in front of her seat. Kate, wondering what she was up to, held up the blanket she had on her legs to cover any line of sight the other passengers had to her. Wendy then pulled out her wand and said some words Kate didn't recognize. Well, maybe she did recognize a few words; one of them sounded like "bus." Wendy sat back up in her seat as she felt her bladder shift in the same way it had a few days before, and that was enough to release the floodgates. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly as a steady stream soaked through her volleyball shorts and onto the seat of the bus. She heard Kate's concerned squeal as the same thing happened to her. She felt confident that she had reduced Kate's embarrassment, however, because a gush of pee was coming from the crotches of everyone on the bus. A few moans, sighs, and startled yelps came from the various passengers as puddles of pee pooled onto the seats and its scent filled the bus. The streams slowed as Wendy regained control over her bladder, and an awkward silence filled the piss-soaked bus. Eventually they made it to the school of the team they would be playing against, and they all shuffled through the halls of the rival school towards the bathroom as a few members of the other team turned to each other stifling laughs. Wendy felt justifiably embarrassed, but also slightly proud. Now was no way anyone on the team would tell the school that she and Kate had pissed their pants.

It was some time in early June at the Ship Island Camp. Campers and their parents showed up in droves, disembarking from the ferry with heavy backpacks, sleeping bags, and bedrolls. They chattered with each other as they made their way towards the gate, which was wide open and decorated with a welcoming array of balloons and streamers. Most of the campers were teens, about 16 to 18 years old. Shayla was on the older side of this spectrum, at 18 years old. She looked around for familiar faces, hoping to see someone she had met from the prior years of her attendance. The entrance had a long line, filled with campers looking to get themselves checked in and pack away their things. At the end of the line, counselors stood in groups, where campers were directed to head to their respective cabins together. Shayla diligently waited with her mother in line, sipping from her thermos of ice cold water. She eagerly awaited to be put into a cabin, ideally with one of her long-time friends. Her mother asked her "Do you have everything?" Shayla nodded, mentally going through a checklist of her items. Hairbrush, mosquito spray, pillow, sleeping bag... It seemed as though she had everything. "I think I have everything, mom.", she said. Her mom reiterated, asking again "You have all of your things?" Shayla blushed at the question, but remembered that she had packed them. "Yes, I have them." They were always referred to indirectly, in some way or another. Most often they were her simply her "things". But when more clarity was needed, they were her "night-time underwear", her "just-in-case panties", or, at most, her "pull-ups". But they were never referred to as they actually where, how Shayla really thought of them: her diapers. Shayla felt that the subtle differences between these terms were all but irrelevant: they were padded underwear that absorbed her pee. Shayla had stopped wetting her bed when she was ten years old. Or so she thought, until she mysteriously began waking up to that familiar wetness in her bedding, pajamas, and panties. And just as soon as her parents knew that these accidents weren't flukes, the plastic sheet came out of the closet. And with it came the diapers. At first she cursed at her inability to hold herself in her sleep, but eventually came to begrudgingly accept her reality. Even in her long stretches of blissful night-time dryness, Shayla had always been accident-prone. She couldn't always hold it, and she often overestimated her bladder control. She had accidents only sometimes though, and mostly just small ones that were easy enough to clean. As the line further advanced, Shayla realized that she should begin seeking out the bathroom. Nevertheless, the line advanced slowly. Eventually, she made it to the front, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Her mother resisted asking her if she needed to pee, figuring that it would be embarrassing. After checking in, Shayla walked towards the wide circle of counselors. An assistant smiled and pointed her to her cabin: "You will be in the whitewater cabin, it's over there." Shayla walked in the indicated direction, but noticed one of her friends along the way. "Hi Amanda!", she smiled and waved. "Hi Shayla, what cabin are you in?" Shayla replied "Whitewater cabin." Amanda replied "Oh, never been in that one." Shayla walked up to her own cabin, becoming more aware of her need to pee. She knew where the bathrooms where, but they were far away and she still needed to put away her stuff. Her counselor cheerily introduced herself as Shayla approached and set her stuff down. "Hello there, welcome to Whitewater Cabin! My name is Fern." She extended her hand. Shayla replied in turn by introducing herself. Fern looked around at her cabin. There were only four other girls there (usually either per cabin) and no one that Shayla personally knew. Fern gazed at her clipboard and performed a mental head count of who all was there. "OK, I think that's everyone. Are we ready to go?" Shayla thought to herself Yeah I'm ready to go. To go directly in my pants. Everyone generally seemed to agree and they prepared to embark. Shayla quickly lifted her heavy backpack, which sent a wave of desperation through her. She even lost control for a second, resulting in a few drops of pee in her panties. After regaining control, she followed the others to Whitewater Cabin. The walk was mostly in silence, as they would be expected to introduce themselves later. Shayla knew this was for the best, each step proved more difficult for the last as her bladder pleaded for release. The girls finally got to their cabin. In mechanical fashion, bedrolls were unfurled, sleeping bags were placed, and bags were stashed in their respective places. Shayla noticed that this cabin lacked the traditional, old mattresses that other cabins had. This one had new ones, with a thick plastic outside. It reminded her of her mattress at home. Shayla had been careful to hide her embarrassing secret beneath a thick block of strategically-placed underwear, socks, and shirts. Shayla always packed spare underwear with her, just in case something happened. Just in case something was about to happen. As the parents filtered out and said their goodbyes, the girls turned to each other and to Fern. "Alright everyone," Fern said, "welcome to your new home for the next two weeks." Fern looked awkwardly around. She had a cute smile, and seemed to be kind of shy. "Does anyone know why you're in this specific cabin?" Shayla had already been putting the pieces together, but Fern's question made it immediately clear: This wasn't Whitewater Cabin. This was Yellowwater Cabin. Shayla, still desperately needing to pee, crossed her legs silently as she sat on her bunk. Maybe only she knew, maybe everyone knew, but Shayla wasn't about to share her secret to four strangers. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea. Only the faint sound of Shayla's bouncing, crossed, leg could be heard. Finally, Fern broke the silence. "You're all here because your parents indicated that you might sometimes have night-time accidents." The room became even more still and silent as each camper's worst nightmare was realized. "Now, don't you girls worry about a thing. The thought behind this cabin was that you all have the same problems, and you all know how best to deal with them. You have everything you need: protected sheets, cleaning stuff, and the first shower of the day." Fern continued explaining that it's OK to have accidents sometimes The shower part sounded nice, Shayla thought, since the showers were usually cold by the time she could get to them. She thought about that warm shower, about standing in the warm water, about it flowing down her back and legs... Shayla snapped out of her daydream abruptly when she caught another small leak go into her panties. Not now she thought, as she summoned more strength to hold on. Not immediately after everyone here knows I'm a bedwetter. But it was little use. Fern was not done talking, and she didn't want to be rude. Periodically, little dribbles of pee escaped. Shayla felt lucky to be on a protected mattress. Shayla continued to listen to Fern's speech, eagerly waiting for it to end. Part of her wished she had a diaper on right now, just so she could take care of it.

(Hi everyone! I'm back again with a second attempt at an interactive story! This one has a lot more story though. I'm leaving these open-ended though. I might put certain choices, but mostly it will be all up to you. I know this isn't the place to say it, but try to make your answers and stuff make sense. Hard to work with an answer that wont make sense. If there's a tie in answers I'll decide which one goes. It'll usually be the one that advances the plot more. Thanks for reading this!) The Plot: Saria's life is a big part of this I say.. But the big later on story is...: Saria stumbles upon a mysterious book and gets pulled into an ancient world. The world is facing a big threat so it's up to Saria and her party members to save it. Chapter 1: A terrible night's sleep. The time was 10 PM, Saria laid in her bed trying to fall asleep. Her mind kept drifting from the sound of her parents arguing to the sound of the water running upstairs. She felt the need to pee, but she really didn't want to leave her room with her parents arguing. She was so glad to be moving out soon. The screaming got worse and worse. Her parents used to be happy together... What changed? After an hour or two, she managed to fall asleep, but she woke up at 3:24 AM to a warm wet feeling in between her legs and all over the bed. Saria quickly jumped up, but she couldn't stop herself her pee continued to flow out until she shoved her fingers into her pee-hole. This never has happened before, sure she's used to going to sleep while needing to pee, but it never leaks. Her pajamas are soaked and she doesn't know what to do. Her bed is soaked. She decides to waddle to the bathroom making sure to do it very quietly. Even though she was 19 her parents still hated her being awake late. They would surely punish her for being awake this late. Saria makes it to the bathroom, but the door is locked. She's not sure why, until she glances around the area and sees shattered dishes and scratches on the wall. Saria's mom was hiding herself in the bathroom. Saria sighed and walked back to her room. Their upstairs bathroom was in the middle of being worked on so the door was definitely locked. Saria still had to pee badly. She didn't know what to do. What should Saria do? You guys get to choose what she does. Open-ended. Plot advancers: 1.) Finish peeing in clothes 2.) Try to hold it until morning 3.) Knock on the bathroom door 4. Go pee outside (The plot advancers guarantee the story moves on. Your choices usually will as well. These act as recommendations in case you can't think of anything. I have a lot of lore and decisions planned. I encourage everyone who reads this to vote on something. It'll make the story better and more frequent. That's it.)

I just wrote this short story on the fly. ————————————————————— Dreamy Jacuzzi She found herself slowly drifting away, in the creeping blanket of darkness, found beneath closed eyelids; and just at the cusp of nothingness, a tiny wiggle nods to what’s left of her awareness. She almost is convinced it didn’t occur for real, that it was the beginning of some dream—but then it wiggles again, and she perceives it coming from the outside, not from her mind, but from below her stomach. There it is again, her eyebrows wrinkle over shut eyes as her lower abdomen tingles, its ringing traveling down into her vagina. She realizes she in fact did not go before bed, her pee pressing into her sphincter, and her taint grows warm underneath its surface. Her pelvis jerks, twitching when she clenches away her urge to pee. She tries to go back to sleep. Then, again, as she veers off the edge of consciousness, another wiggle flickers in her mind; and again she’s unable to determine whether it’s a dream or if it’s real. This time believing it’s a dream. Unaware she tapped into an odd lucid-like state, where she feels aware of the fact she’s dreaming and can control it as she sees fit. Then, suddenly, again her mind is wiggled: an emanating warmth sitting in the depths of her vagina. She’s not sure what could be so warm and familiar yet so unknown to her at the same time. She prods her fingers over the outskirt crevices between her outer lips and thigh inseams. They consequently grow tender, just like the warmth that wiggled her mind. And then, again, her mind is flooded with warm wiggles, and in her dream state felt a rush of warmth sing out from her pelvic lips. However, unbeknownst to her, in reality, she’s entirely loosened her sphincter to a full bladder of piss. She sleeps in bed without the need for panties — for her, panties make her sleeping experience uncomfortable; always wedging into her vagina and butt whenever she tosses and turns in bed — and hardly even uses her blanket when sleeping. Her petite, bare-shaven lips were pressed into her light-blue bedsheet when the first few drops of her liquid yellow began dribbling out from between her folded crotch, darkening a dribble-worthy node of dark-blue between her tender upper inseams. After about five seconds, another few drops oozed out and quickly developed into a light-yellow trickle, delicately pooling around the skin surrounding her tender lips and upper thigh inseams. And as with all soft brooks, hers began to swiftly strengthen thereafter, the pool around her silently growing, darkening, deepening, seeping upwards and towards her lower abdomen, past her hood and pubic bone, and warming her smooth pale bare-shaven pubic area, and eventually forming a dark-blue pooling moat escaping laterally out from below her love-handles. And whilst her lips cozily pressed into her bedsheet released her hot liquid, she shifting her right thigh, initially its front skin laying flat and pressing into the gradually-soaking bedsheets, is moved closer to her right lower waist. Upon doing so, she elevates her gushing lips out of the pool it had been steadily and gently growing, and above the shallow waters it has been forming, revealing the audible strength of her urination: softly hissing out of its tender opening and its hot stream burbling its waters into the hot pool of dark-blue below her. Her streaming burbles become deeper as the pool grows, thus far throughly soaking the sheets past her lower abdomen and now creeping up her upper abdomen, trickling to below her moderately-sized breasts and softly channeling in between them. Finally her hissing lips dissipate, and the burbling fizzles out as her bladder fully spreads all of its hot gold beneath her front torso, pelvis and legs. Back to her dream state, she sees herself relaxing in a jacuzzi, enjoying the heat-intensive waters stroking her breasts and massaging her waist, and easing the rest of her body from tension. She lays her head back against the jacuzzi walls and softly smiles with satisfaction.

So my husband doesn't know about my fetish and i don't think he will overeact to it if i told him but still im kinda scared so i decided to get him used to it before telling to make things easier at dinner topic somehow came to waking up in thr middlr of the night to pee and i jokingly said " What if i used diapers so i would never have to get up?" he laughed and said whatever. The next day i actually bought a pack of diapers nd showed it to him he hysterically laughed and was like oh my god you are actually going to do it and was surprised but since he didnt overreact i decided to actually use them so i put one on showed it to him and slept with diapers on woked up in the middle of the night and went in to my diapers. In the morning my i showed to my husband that i actually used to it and he found it super amusing is there chance he might be into it and playing it off like its funny? Oops this is my second post i accidentally posted a holding session sorry

Hey all! I wasn’t expecting my first post to blow up like that, so I figured I’m due for another story! This is my latest accident. I was at my boyfriend’s, and I was laying in bed and he was sitting in the chair. My bf and I were just chatting away about something, and he made me laugh. I have a little bit of giggle incontinence, so sometimes if I laugh too hard, I pee a little. This was one of those times, and I left a wet patch the size of a baseball on the bed. Totally unexpected, and I immediately became embarrassed, but luckily my bf didn’t notice. He got up to go get something to drink, and when I looked at the damage, despite it being relatively small, I knew I had to tell him. So I threw the blanket over it and decided to go use the bathroom. My pajama pants didn’t show, but I was wet halfway down my thighs. When we both came back, he started talking again, but this time I wasn’t paying attention, trying to formulate how I was going to tell my bf that I, at 22 years old, had a small accident on the bed. I thought the best thing to do was text him on discord, because I could not bring myself to physically say, “Hey, _____, I had a bit of an accident on the bed”. Even in the discord message, I was unclear. I said something along the lines of “Hey, I didn’t want to tell you this, but earlier while we were laughing I might’ve laughed a little too hard and something got on the bed.” He hears his discord notification go off and checks it, and turns to me. “Baby, what do you mean? Some got on the bed? What exactly got on the bed?” “U-um..” “Blood?” “No…” ”Water?” ”No, not that.” ”Poop?” He asked jokingly, a smile forming on his face. ”Ew, no!” I laughed this time. (Apologies if you enjoy messing, it’s not my cup of tea) ”Baby, what is it?” I realize I have to tell him, and can feel my face burning hot. “L-look, I was laughing really hard and might have.. peed..” He gave me a bit of a sympathetic look. “How bad is it?” ”N-not a lot..” ”Let me see.” He starts to get up, and I am shaking now, but I roll over and shut my eyes so he can see the damage. He gently grabs my shoulder and pulls me into a hug. “Oh, baby, don’t be embarrassed. It’s okay, really.” I immediately felt validated, and accepted his hug, closing my eyes and letting him hold me as I calmed down. He climbed over and laid next to me on the bed, and the next words that came out of his mouth had me absolutely floored. ”So, you just laughed too hard and peed a little?” ”Yeah, I do that sometimes. I’m really sorry.” ”Don’t be. I think it’s hot, actually. I don’t have a piss fetish, but the fact that you were laughing so hard you couldn’t control yourself turns me on. You’re so adorable.” He gave me a kiss on the forehead. From then on, I have considered telling him that the love of his life actually does have a piss fetish. I feel like he won’t judge me, but at the same time, I’m utterly terrified. I am almost 5 years deep into this relationship, and my bf has no clue. Sorry there’s not much wetting guys, but I absolutely had to tell this story. Feel like you guys would like it :)) Also, if you have a partner, can you comment how you told them about your fetish? Thanks guys, and have a great day!!

Prologue - Morning Introductions Features: Pull-ups, bedwetting "My beautiful girl. All grown up and ready to fight the world. Heading out so young, just like your father." Sniffling noises followed the sentence as the mother watched her daughter kneel down and begin tying laces and threads together. Unable to control her nose the mother's tears started to run. "Mom! It's not like I'll be gone forever." Pulling tight on the threads Katie exhaled, satisfied that the boots would not be sliding off anytime soon. Standing back up she tugged at the bracers she had equiped. Originally they had belonged to her father. As such, no matter how hard she tried tightening them it just did not feel comfortable. "Don't be late for the ceremony." The words from her mother became croaky as she tried hard not to keep crying... unsuccessfully. Smirking, Katie gave up with the adjustments. Stepping a few paces to her side she instead tried to get a view of herself in the family mirror in the center of the hallway. She had not always liked her looks. Many times through her childhood did she recall becoming upset at something with her appearance. Parental love did a lot to comfort her alongside the odd hearsay of other town kids suffering similarly. It was different now. She had grown up and was ready to face the world. Opposite Katie stood her image. Short blonde hair that matched her bright blue eyes. Originally she had flowing brown hair but after several protests her family had saved up funds to change this for good. Dressing for the occasion she had adopted a casual outfit - A plain white blouse covered her upper body and arms. Awkwardly sized bracers hung at the bottom of her arms affording some meager protection. Ontop of the blouse was a brown leather corset that her mother had assisted in her securing. Matching the theme were her new black leather pants. It had taken Katie many months of local working and errand-running to afford them, something she instantly fell in love with knowing what type of future awaited her. Pairing with the pants were her old boots. Unlike the bracers which belonged to her father the boots belonged to her mother. 'Built to last' was the phrase they often laughed over, for aside from lace replacements the shoes were flawless. Still watching her reflection Katie bended her legs one after the other. Pleased that the boots were secured and the pants stuck to her skin she looked up. For the first time in a long while she smiled to herself. Inside she could only describe it as a door closing - the goodbye to her child self. Turning around to her mother she reached out for a hug. Following in her mothers steps she stood at a mere 5' 2" - Tiny in comparison to the father and husband who was well over 6 feet tall. Embracing for a moment Katie gently let her mother know it was enough. Stepping backwards she immediately went back to wiping her eyes and continuing with her happy crying. "I've prepared your bag for you." Leading Katie back towards the kitchen the soon to be adventurer saw the haversack on the wooden table. Besides it lay dried bread on a towel with some fruit and a spare waterskin. While the family weren't struggling day to day with their wealth Katie knew that the efforts her mother had gone to must have taken a bit of her own savings. "Thanks, Mom. I.. I promise to visit and tell you of all the stories." Her mother simply nodded and kept wiping her eyes as she finally succeeded in settling down. Approaching the bag Katie grabbed the supplies and opened them up the front, pushing the insides of the front pouch further outwards as she managed to make space for the food. As she opened up the main section of the bag her hands paused causing the waterskin to slide back onto the table. Heat soon reached her face as she gingerly reached forward to grab at the object laying closest to the bag opening. It was undeniable. "Uh.. M-Mom?" Still red-faced Katie pulled out the top object, frowning as she spied a further two underneath it. Turning around she clutched the fluffy cotton garment. "Why are these in h-here?" Looking down at her own feet as she spoke, Katie cringing as her voice broke. "Oh darling. It's just to help you." Warm hands clapsed around her own. Refusing the eye contact the hands instead glided around Katie's, one removing the garment she held and the gripping her spare hand hard. "Don't get upset. Mothers know what is best. Nobody else need know, flower." Like musical notes the words reached deep. The warm hands of her mother pushed against her chin softly, urging it to look back upwards. Hesitating for a moment Katie returned the look as the hands then brushed against her face. "Our secret." A single kiss was planted on her cheek. She gulped once, nodding. Loath to admit it deep down she knew her mother was correct. Since she had hit her teenage years she had also been cursed with the need for such garments. 'Pull-ups', the children and mothers called them. Normally they were intended for children not yet trained to use a pot or privy. Unfortunately for Katie, such a feat was impossible mid sleep. Instead she had to put her trust in the pull-ups she wore to spare her dignity from a wet bed - the garments would instead absorb her sleeping wet like a weird leech. The fact her ailment was not constant meant there were times Katie would wear the pull-up and spare it in the night both to a mixture of relief and frustration. "I should go. If I miss the ceremony I have to wait a whole month." Stroking the side of her cheek Katie watched her mother put the garment back into her bag. Embarrassed as she was she was also grateful to be with only her... she was not sure how she would respond if her father knew she wasn't as grown up as she looked. Sighing deeply she stepped forward and pulled the bag over her shoulder. Walking to the door at the front of the house she turned one last time to her mother. A teary smile returned her way as she placed a hand over her heart. Mouthing the words 'I love you' Katie returned the sentiment and left her home quickly for worry of coming down emotionally like her mother. Taking a deep breath in her eyes scanned the town. Along the row of houses she could see several families stood at their doorways, contrasting to the relatively empty streets. The odd few people she saw walking towards the town hall were easily identified - Townsfolk of similar age to herself. Every one of them would be heading to the hall for the ceremony where after a night of celebrations they would be on their way into adult life as was tradition. Checking to her left and right the same scene repeated - Goodbyes, cheers and laughter. Most of the people would likely return home to their families in the evening - Katie had resorted to leaving immediately to get her head start. Many of the people around her would likely join trading or crafts professions. Some of the more athletic could find work in the militia... but she knew of none like herself who would be leaving for a long time. Leaving the steps of her home she joined into the convoy of young adults, contemplating what lay ahead. -- After an hour Katie found herself inside the hall. Smiling and nodding to friendly faces as she got herself into position near the back wall her eyes bounced across too many souls to remember. What she had not expected was how quick the ceremony would be. Struggling to see the stage from the back of the room she only heard muffled whispers about a man stepping up to address them. Too far away and without any aid to boosting his voice she struggled to hear him clearly though the words he spoke had a positive impact. The men and women up front started cheering like their families had on the way to the ceremony Taking the opportunity as soon as the speech was finished Katie had left, hoping the early departure would not draw a negative image to herself. Plans had already been made to venture south to a new town, not just to experience new sights but to assist the locals. Every adventurer had their story and rise to fame. Already equipped with her gear the only thing she had lacked was a weapon, something that was easily fixed with a visit to the armoury shop on her way out the town. Several gold pieces down but now armed with a steel blade she left. After following the road for nearly seven hours with little time spent on breaks unless nature called she had arrived in the town she was aiming for. Typical for someone of her occupation she had bee-lined straight towards the closest tavern, pleased to find it in a lively shape. Blue eyes met a variety of individuals each merry in their own way. After ordering a meal and her first ever acoholic beverage the girl aimed for a secluded corner to relax. Before such delights could be delivered, however, the young adventurer was assaulted by homesickness. Miles from home, alone and on a daring journey was all it took for a little fear to set in. Unnerved by the feeling Katie mumbled their thanks and made quick work of the meal. A small tip secured the girl a room for the night to hide away from the worries of the world. Hurrying upstairs the girl rushed into the available room and observed the appearance and features. First her eyes looked to the window, noting that it was high up and could be a struggle to reach if she needed to. Next was the bed, straw and plain. A small rug lay on the wooden floor panels with the edges stuck under the bed legs. A tiny stool and table were upsidedown on the other side of the room along with a single lamp for light, unlit of course. 'It's just nasty thoughts. It's a big day and this is all so very new.' Thinking the words bluffed her into a sense of confidence. Giving the room a deep inspection and finding no causes of concern the key was finally shoved in to the lock to rest away the stress of travel. Momentarily relieved from the sickness trying to lull her homewards she settled down next to the straw bed, carefully opening the backpack. Redness returned once more as her hands reached for the pull-up at the top of the bag. A glance back to the window secured her peace of mind that nobody would be snooping on her. Despite the privacy a sense of urgency swept over her to finish the tasks as soon as possible. With speed laces were undone and clothing was pulled off. In moments the garment was pulled up and a night gown was placed overhead. Still slightly distressed the Warrior crawled into the bed, burying themselves away for the night. -- A single bang shook her from her slumber to full alertness. Quick reflexes combated sleepiness to get her blurred eyes scanning the room. Satisfied there were no shadowy forms hiding in the corners a deep exhale fought to calm the panicked heart. An unfamiliar room became more outlined hands rubbed their eyes. Unmoving, steadiness returned to the girl who lay on the bed. Little light was coming through the window though a bright glow was near the underneath of the door - The lamp in the hallway was lit. Shuffling into an upright position she began the next steps of waking up. The tip of her finger reached under the nightgown to assess how well she had survived the night. Nail met spongey fabric. A few more testing prods confirmed the worst in that once more she had failed. Sighing with disappointment Katie carefully lifted the blanket cover to check the rest of her bed. Seeing no signs of damage it confirmed that the garment had held. Huffing yet again she climbed out of the bedding to dress herself properly for the day. Reaching for the bag the girl paused. Realization hit that they were in a new place. Unlike the procedure at home when this happened, this was a whole new place. Worry spread rapidly throughout her body. 'How do I even get rid of this?'

How can I wet my bed while sleeping?

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Lately I've been thinking a lot about the tried-and-not-so-true sleepover prank of the hand in warm water method, said to make an unsuspecting sleep wet the bed. I've been thinking about story ideas involving this method, but as well-known as it is, I have a hard time searching for specifically for this in the general scope of bedwetting. If possible, does anyone know any specific art/stories/etc. about the warm water trick that they can share here? Thanks!

This morning, after I woke up and ate breakfast, I took off my nightgown, which is cyan and partially see-through, threw it on my desk chair, but then changed my mind and decided to spend five more minutes in my bed. So I hopped on in my undies (black panties with light blue flowers and a black bra with pink flowers), and pulled my warm fuzzy blanket over me. I didn't want to fall asleep, and decided to distract myself by staring at the ceiling fan and trying to see a single rotor at a time. At some point my mind sorta fell asleep while the rest of me was wide awake, because I vaguely remember still staring at the ceiling fan the entire time. When I jolted back into alertness, my five minute break had lasted almost an hour and a half. I didn't bother checking for a wet spot, and went to get dressed, noticing a feeling of wetness when my hand brushed against my butt, and sure enough, there was a wet spot on my bed as well.

Hi there, I have been into wetting, naughty pees, and desperation since I was a teen. I always thought about diapers but was honestly kind of scared to take that step. About 6 months ago I tried the Depends pull ons but they don't hold nearly enough. So last week I finally got my first real diapers (NorthShore Megamax). They sent them with an extra sample diaper and some wet wipes which was a nice bonus. When I was a teen I loved wetting my bed but I always had to hide it and do my laundry before my parents saw. So a lot of why I wanted to try diapers is so that I could lay in bed and relax and not have to worry about ruining the Tempurpedic mattress. I just don't trust any of the covers, especially after they've gone through the wash once. I've even tried pet blankets and nothing has worked to protect it. So wow, holy crap, it was exquisite. The diapers held everything and I was incredibly desperate and bursting. It was just so so nice to lay there peeing for several minutes and the diaper actually felt really nice and warm. I wasn't expecting how cozy the wet diaper would be. These are pretty expensive and I wasn't sure how I felt about the tabbed kind so I also ordered Abena Abri-Flex that are pull-up style and thumbs down. I have tried them twice and they always leak. When I want to wet my clothes, I enjoy that. But when I want a diaper, I want it to be secure. I am still feeling a bit uneasy about the entire diaper thing, honestly. Like what if someone finds out? I'm single now and live alone so I have a lot of luxury to do this however I want. I guess I'm just posting to say hello! I do wish I had some IRL friends to enjoy this kind of thing with even just to talk about our kinks, not necessarily with each other. I have had partners (male and female) that I could enjoy peeing in general but it has been years. I miss it! So here I am on the internet saying hello to people who can probably relate. Hello!

I've been curious about this for a while. When I first started reading threads on this forum, I was surprised to find many people who admitted to having bladder-related health problems (incontinence, overactive bladder, bedwetting ect.) It got me wondering if there was a connection between pre-existing bladder problems and an interest in omorashi. In my own life, I had a lot of bladder infections as a child. Later, as a teenager, I had a health problem that limited my bladder capacity. I think my experiences with this contributed to my fetishes, but I also believe I had an interest in it beforehand. I try to pinpoint when it started, but turns into a "which came first, the chicken or the egg?" sort of thing. Does anyone else think their bladder health contributed to developing this interest?

Introduction: Hi! This is sort of my first fiction I've ever written. Probably the longest text I've ever written that wasn't school related. I appologise in advance. English is like my third language, I'm not as fluent as I'd like to be, and even in my own language my story-telling skills suck. If you liked it, that is great. If you didn't like it, please write something that is good then, and share it with our whole community to enjoy! Margaret's biggest in awhile: Margaret stood at the check out line of the grocery store in her local shopping mall. To her fellow shoppers her pose might have come of as a causual feminine stand, there she was behind her almost full cart with her left foot on its toe and knee turned slightly inwards. The truth was, she wasn't concious about it, she just tried to gather her thoughts on what she had picked up and if she had forgotten something. Normally when Margaret went to the store, it was like top 5 things she had to pick up, but tonight was abit out of the ordinary. About a week ago, she had gotten a WhatsApp-message from her old roommate from Universty, Christina, wich she actually hadn't met in person since, what had it been now, 10 months, when they graduated last June. They were besties and all that, but after finishing their degrees they had both gotten a job back in their respective home towns, wich was sadly in quite a distance from each other. Margaret majored in bio engeneering, her friend in cardiology. After abit of texting last week, Christina had said that she had a whole weekend off this week, and as she worked as a hospital nurse that really didn't happen very often. Margaret had been quick to suggest that her friend come stay over at her place for the whole weekend. If Christina traveled up on Friday, Margaret could likely dish up a late night dinner for them. Saturday they could check out the nightlife in town, and Sunday they could just chill out at home before Christina had to travel back in the evening. Both had agreed that this was a fantastic idea, no one knew how long it would be till the next opportunity arose, it could be another 10 months, so they decided to just do it. This is why Margaret was standing at the check out line with an unusually loaded cart this particular Friday afternoon. It was after work rush hour, and on a Friday, you can imagine the stores were quite crowded. The line felt like it had lasted forever. But finally! The person right infront of Margaret was now the one being serviced at the register, so she took a step forward, gently stroaked her wawy brown hair behind her ears and started loading her items on to the counter. Vegetables, taco shells, spices, extra toilet paper, meat, some toast bread, a couple of cases with beer and a box of red wine (hey, no one care how sophisticated it is, as long as it gives you a buzz, right). She had planned to "surprise" Christina with tacos, it's what they used to have every Friday for the 5 years they used to live together. By the time Margaret had unloaded her cart the guy in front of her had finished, so she stepped forward to the register, asked for 5 plastic bags, paid, then walked to the end of the counter and started loading the groceries into the bags. While standing there, her right leg now sort of migrated to the same possition her left leg was in earlier. Foot on its toe and knee turned slightly inwards. Any boys who might have walked by could also have noticed that her big shapely buttocks seemed to be alittle tighter than normal, as if she were flexing them abit. The truth was, she really needed to use a restroom quite badly, and this was her body's practically subconcious way of relieving some pressure off of her pelvic muscles. Margaret was of course aware of this need, but she paid very little attention to it, and at 8/10 it's not like it was an emergency yet. She straigtened her right foot and put it down on the floor so that she stood there with her legs sort of loosely crossed over her calfs while she finished packing up her things. Five bags ready, she had to reposition her fingers a few times to catch a good grip on it, it was heavy, but with about equal weight in both hands this should be fine, and she started walking out of the check out area, into the main alleyway of the shopping mall, and towards the front entrence. Margaret was quite a sight on any day, with her volupteous curves, but walking down the mall this day with heavy bags in both her arms, and trying to keep her shoulders straight, it kind of accentuated her large breasts, that wabbled alittle bit with each step she took. She herself was not very confident with her body, all her friends were much slimmer, she thought she looked like a plump hippo, big boobs, a round buttom, and most of all she hated how her belly would sort of fold over the edge of her jeans/pants when she was sitting or bending. (Stupid girl, no one's stomack is flat when they are sitting down, she looked gorgeous). As she passed the restrooms, she shook her head to one side in an attempt to get one stubborn wawy brown hair lock out of her face. Her lovely blue eyes shot a longing look over her shoulder at the lady's sign in the short moments after she passed her last opportunity to go before getting home. It was too much of a hassle to get in there with all these bags, so without hesitation she continued out to the parking lot, and found her car. Under normal circumstances she might even have considered stopping by the toilets for a quick pee, but not with all the bags, and she actually needed to do alot more than a neat little pee. It was however her bladder that kept nagging her the most though. She hadn't peed since lunch break, wich wasn't uncommon for her, she never peed inbetween luch break and upon getting home, but this day the shopping had taken longer than anticipated, and she could now feel her bladder press in her lower stomach area. Of course the shopping could've been done any of the previous 5 days, but Margaret had it with procrastinating everything. In the middle of the parking lot she halted for half a minute or so, partially so she could put down her bags and stretch her fingers, but equally much so she could cross her legs and bend over a little bit. It was quite bad, Margaret hadn't had to go this bad in several months. Her dark blue jeans were like painted on, skin tight, and kept pushing right around her waste line, and it didn't help that her intestines put pressure on her bladder from the inside either. Pooping was never something clockwork and regular for Margaret, she went number two maybe every other day or so, and it was usually one or two solid logs, but the consistency depended alot on what she had eaten. It was one of these big solid regular movements that was now filling her bowels, and making that extra pressure on her balloon of pee behind her uthrea. After renewing her grip of her shopping bags, she continued to her car. A few meters before she reached the old rusty Toyota that she called her car, she let rip this long muffled fart. She could feel the warmth linger in her bikini panties while it slowly seeped through the fabric. It lessened the pressure on her bladder ever so slightly. "Fuck, I really don't wanna piss myself today!" Margaret thought as she reached her Toyota, and opened the back door in order to put in her groceries. Soon she would be in the privacy of her own car, that could only make it easier to hold herself. Even if she did loose a few spurts on the drive home, it wouldn't be a big deal, no one would see it, and it was far from the first time her driver's seat had been dampened by urine. She just didn't want it to happen today. Today was going to be a good day, Christina was coming. Besides, she had been doing so good lately, not even dribbled in her underwear in atleast 3 weeks, and she didn't want to break that possitive chain. You see, Margaret kind of had a habbit of never going to the toilet untill it was absolutely necessary, not because she despiced using public facillities or something, but more because she couldn't be bothered, and always tended to overestimate how easy it would be to hold it and just go at a later stage. It wasn't rare for Margaret to first head to the toilet after she had felt a few dribbles in her panties, or after she had started turtleheading. This, understandably, lead to freqent minor mishaps, and atleast a handful of times a year it would result in a full on shoe soaking and/or panty filling accident. This was not something Margaret was proud of, nor was she particularilly embarrassed about it either. It was just something that happens. Most of the friends she had had throughout the years had never teased her over it, some would be sympathetic, others would try as good as possible to act oblivious about the fact that their friend had just had an accident. Christina was one of the few that actually aknowledged it, she would kind of lightheartedly try to laugh and joke it off whenever it happened infront of her, and boy had it happened infront of her many times during the years they lived together. About every time they were coming home from a party, or just a long school day or something, Margaret would sprint ahead as soon as their apartment block was in sight, and by the time Christina made it inside and was taking off her jacket and shoes, Margaret would sheepishly emerge from the bathroom and head to her bedroom with a wet patch the size of a dinner plate on her jeans or dress. Other times Christina would come in to a pungent smell in the hallway, and hear the shower running. But back to this day, all this was to say that Margaret was no stranger to having accidents. She just really really didn't want to start of this great weekend with a big cleanup, even though the urgency of her needs more and more started to make her realize that the inevitable was going to happen. Margaret shut the trunk, and walked up to the driver's door, crossed her legs while she opened it, and then slowly lowered her thick beautiful rounded butt into the seat. "God, I'm fucking not gonna make, again! Damn!!" Margaret thought to herself as her butt hit the seat, and the waistband and top button of her slim fit jeans dug into her lower belly, and a sharp pain became apparrent at the top of her bladder. She cursed herself for not going before she left work, this pain was too much to endure for her. Margaret was somewhat of a crybaby, if she felt any sort of pain, she would instantly start to feel tears well up in her eyes, and something tighen in the back of her throat. It was often at this stage she started leaking, partially because her muscles were too numb to hold back anymore, and partially she let it happen because it might relieve some of the pain. This was reaching that level of bad really fast. "I'm never gonna make this anyway, I might as well let out a good few spurts, this hurts, and I kinda already have to shower from this sweaty struggle of a drive home it's gonna be". The car could be cleaned. She knew from experience that if she scrubbed the seat with soapwater and let it air out, the smell of an accident would be mostly gone by 3-4 days. Actually, the center of the seat was a tiny bit discolored from all the times it had been wet, and on warm days a faint odor could almost always be smelled in this car, but not bad enough that anyone would notice unless they knew it was there. Not that it mattered, she commuted alone anyway. The Toyota gave a roar as Margaret put it in gear, backed out of the parking spot, and turned out of the parking lot and on to the road. Sitting down driving, it was impossible to cross her legs, so she sat with her legs normally, but her left knee were bumping up and down at a rapid pace. Suddenly the knee stopped, her left hand shot to her croth and she sqeezed her thighs together. A few droplets left her labias and trickled down her perineum towards her asshole. Then a couple of more followed the same path. Margaret could feel a tiny bit of dampness on her index and middle finger. This was no use. She put her hand back up at the steering wheel, and let her legs migrate out to a natural sitting possition. No debate was needed in her mind, a decission was made to try relieve some of this pressure. She let out one half second spurt. Then a 1 second spurt. Then another 1 second spurt. By now an area around her whole pussy and down to her asshole was covered in hot wetness. It hadn't helped anything to relieve the pain inside her though. If anything, this had only intensified the urgency. "Screw it!" Magaret said out loud to herself. She sighed heavily, and her shoulders dropped atleast a couple of centimeters when she completely relaxed her pelvic muscles. An audible hiss could be heard as the stream grew to hit her clothes with full force. Now the wetness spread out over her whole buttocks, it went up inside her groins to completely circumference her hips. Then it proceeded to wet the insides and undersides of her thighs down to the knees, some pee started to pool up between her legs, and a little bit went up her buttcrack and wet the lowest of her back. "Aaah!" she sighed, "I fucking knew I wouldn't make it, I haven't pissed myself this bad since I passed out at Jordan's party, but heck what a relief". It felt like her whole lower half was wrapped up in a warm soggy towel. But her body wasn't finished yet. As the last drops of pee made their way out, she could feel a fart brewing. Without thinking properly, Margaret just let it rip like she would do anytime she was alone. In her euphoric relief she had halfway forgotten how badly she needed to go number two too. Two days worth pressing on her sphincter. She could possibly have helt it in untill she came home, but when she let out this 3 second fart, it set the whole process in motion. The first half was like a normal rippling fart, "prrftprr". The second half of it was like when you can feel air going around a big turd inside you, and sort of seep out through a half open asshole, "ffffffff". When the fart ended, her asshole never closed, the poop was right at the edge of her ring. Margaret tried to squeeze it back inside, but moving anything upwards seemed quite impossible, and squeezing only made something shift further up in the intestines, and it hurt alot. "I gotta pinch off a nugget". This was also not something too unfamiliar for Margaret. In fact, the last time this had happened was in January. Sometimes when she helt her poop for too long, it would start to turtlehead beyound the point where it could be pressed back in, typically this would happen on her drive home, and Margaret would often just let it slide out untill it stopped agaist the seat and pinch off the end of her poop in her underwear. A golfball or two was usually enough to make her able to hold it till she could finish on the toilet, atleast if she wasn't wearing a belt, then a bit more might typically squeeze out as she fidgeted and struggled to undo her clothes. Margaret relaxed her sphincter. "A little shit won't make any difference, the seat is already drenched in piss". The head of an enormous poop started slowly sliding out, and this felt just like doing a normal poop on the toilet, untill it met resisistance, it coiled up alittle bit right around her asshole, and formed a mushroom head the size of a potato, before it stopped. This was abit more than she had anticipated, and the part that was stuck inside her ring right then was so hard that she didn't know if she could even pinch it off. Margaret squeezed with all her strength, in one big effort her face scrunched up and her knokles whitened around the steering wheel, but she was unable to clench it off. When she relaxed again to draw her breath, the poop inched alittle bit further than before, as it filled out where the squeeze had flattened some poop and created alittle room. "Christ, it's a biggie". This was a very uncomfortable, sitting there with the log half in half out, something needed to be done. She started pushing, "mhmm". The poop extended slowly, and the warm ball around her asshole grew slightly, and it stopped again. With her butt sitting down, and her skintight jeans, the poop had no place to go. She kind of bit her lower lip, pressed her back against the back of her car seat, tried to hold her feet steady while still driving, and lifted her butt off the seat. "Mmmhhrrrrmmh". Her face grimaced up, her asshole stretched to its limit, and this hot sticky pancake spread out her buttocks. "Grrrrr". Her buttcrack was packed all the way up. There was still a pretty wide part going through her asshole. She panted alittle bit, and gave a final push. "MmGrrrhmmmgrrrr". The last bit of the poop was quite abit softer and warmer, it coiled up right around her assring, and to finish it off a 3 second spurt of piss shot out and splattered all over the already soaked seat. After a few heavy sighs and alittle breathing, she slowly lowered herself down into sitting again. The poop was so hard it hardly flattened at all. It felt like she were sitting on a melon. The insides of Margaret's thighs already started to feel abit cool against her skin, as she pulled the Toyota into the main road and caught up with an SUV that were driving 10 km/h below the speed limit. "This ought to be one of the biggest craps I've ever taken on myself, glad I didn't wear a thong today, that would've been a mess", Margaret kind of nonchalantly thought to herself. She wasn't looking forward to the cleanup at all, and she never ever intended to have any accidents, but when they did happen it was never a big deal to her. She just saw it as another 15 minutes before she could start dinner. "Everybody piss and shit, pretty much several times a day, sometimes alittle bit ends up up in our underwear, so what, humans make mistakes, it's life". Wich was true though, all of Margaret's friends had had atleast one accident that she knew about. Christina, whom Margaret had lived together with for 5 years, had atleast had 4 accidents that she know of. 3 times Chistina had wet her bed after a drunk party, and one time she had an upset stomach while out jogging, and did a messy load in her running tights. But nothing came close the frequency she herself had full blown accidents though, wich had to be like every two three months or so. Margaret thought nothing more of it. It wasn't strange for her at all. "I guess some people piss themselves alittle more often, just like some people grow muscles faster than others, and some people even like pineapple on pizza, we're all genetically different". From her accident, her mind soon wandered off to the rediculously slow driver infront of her, and she wondered the hell this person had gotten his license. She turned on the blinker and drove passed this lame ass car. Luckily, the rest of the 10 minute drive home went on without anything noteworthy. She pulled into the driveway of the old douplex suburbian house she could afford to buy half of when she moved back here. "Home, sweet home! Best place morgage can buy!". Margaret stopped under the roofed parking spot on her side of the house, eased herself out of the car, picked up her groceries from the back and waddled inside. By now the jeans were all cold and sticky. She left the shopping just inside the door to the kitchen, and hurried stiff legged to the bathroom. The saturated denim clung to Margaret's shapely thighs, and left a glistening shine on her upper legs as the pants were pulled off on the bathroom floor, then she hung her jeans over the edge of the laundry hamper to dry, and she could put on a wash after she had prepared the dinner. Now she squatted above the toilet, pulled down her heavily loaded bikini panties just enough to flip it around and dump the load, then she stepped into the shower with her panties still around her thighs to start the procedure of cleaning herself up. .....................................................................................Thanks alot for reading!.................................................................................................................................................

Hi folks! I asked quite a while ago, but thought it might be worth putting this out there again now that I have more money in hand. I think my 'art fund' (which gets half the money from my writing Patreon) currently has a balance around $200, and is expected to gain about $100 per month. I would like to use some of this money to commission a comic, with new pages added whenever the fund has enough money for the next one. I would prefer a mostly realistic style rather than anime-style; but am open to other ideas. I think that there are some parts (thought bubbles) where a more simplistic or chibi style might be more appropriate, to distinguish them more from the main narrative, But I'm expecting those sequences to be relatively short. I've started trying to write a script; although I would be happier if I could work with someone who knows how the format works better (dialogue isn't my strong point). I think the sticking point here is probably that it would be an ongoing project, but how often I can afford a page might vary, based on the complexity of the next page as well as how many people are supporting me each month (as well as occasional withdrawals from the art fund when I need a cover for a new book or something similar). Are there artists who would be willing to take on a project under those conditions? EDIT: If you'd like to see the script I have so far, check it out on Google Docs. It's pretty rough; there isn't much physical description of the characters (so you could pick at random or use your own preferences for things like build and skin/hair colour); but I got one page written out so far.

"Sonic!" Tails yells. Sonic zooms in and asks, "What is it, Tails?" "I made an invention and I need to test it on you" Tails says Tails then presses a button, and a yellow light shines on Sonic then stops. "What is that feeling in my lower area?" Sonic asks. "I have no idea." Tails says "Whatever it is making me feel weird" Sonic says, while not knowing that he now has a bladder. Sonic suddenly sneezes, sending Tails flying backwards, causing him to crash into his plane. "Sorry about that, bud" Sonic says. "I get it, you have allergies." Tails says while getting up. The camera comes into Dr. Eggman's Evil Lair where he's spying on Sonic and Tails. "Sonic seems to have a bladder now." Dr. Eggman then laughs evilly "That may come in handy later." The camera goes back to Sonic and Tails, who then head off to Green Hills Tails looks up at the sky and notices birds. "I wonder how birds fly" Tails asks Sonic. "I'm not sure" Sonic says. Sonic picks up Tails and zooms to the beach, where he and Tails finds a puppy! "Hmm, who's puppy is this?" Sonic asks. Sonic begins moving frantically because his bladder is almost full. "Tails this thing is feeling weird" Sonic says panicking. Soon enough they hear the sound of peeing. "What is my body doing and what is that sound?" Sonic asks. "I have no idea but whatever it is, you seem to leak yellow liquid." Tails says while Sonic struggles with his bladder. "How do I stop?" Sonic says. Dr. Eggman appears behind them then says "I can help." Tails turns around and exclaims "Eggman! Why are you here?" Dr. Eggman says "I was just walking then I notice I hear Sonic panicking and the hissing of pee." "So that's what it's called." Sonic says then he stops peeing. Dr. Eggman says "I will train you to use something called a toilet and soon you will be able to not have accidents." "How do we know you won't make it worse and make him pee 24/7" Tails asks. Dr. Eggman then flips a switch making Sonic and Tails teleport to his evil lair! "Welcome to the lair, lets see how well I can train you." Dr. Eggman says as they land. Sonic says "So my bladder isn't a curse, it's a human thing I dont normally have." "Hmm well if you don't like having accidents you'll have to learn to use a toilet." Dr Eggman says. "It felt... relaxing" Sonic says. Sonic's bladder begins filling up again. "Oh god my bladders filling up" Sonic says beginning to twitch. "Follow me" Dr. Eggman says "Ok.." Sonic says desperate to pee. "This is a toilet, you pee in it, wait you have fur how do you pee without soaking your fur?" Dr. Eggman says. Sonic then sits on the toilet then immediately starts peeing and soaking is fur. Tails walks in and says "Eggman, your supposed to help him." "Tails, he has fur he can't use the bathroom with fur without soaking it." Dr. Eggman says. Sonic continues soaking his fur with a look of pleasure and relax. He then stops. Dr Eggman walks away then comes back with a diaper. "You might have to wear this." Dr. Eggman says. "What is it?" Sonic asks. "It will keep your pee from going everywhere." Dr. Eggman says. Sonic puts the diaper on and his bladder automatically fills up to the maximum capacity and he loses control and starts peeing uncontrollably. "That wasn't meant to happen." Dr. Eggman says. Tails walks away and comes back with another invention. "You invented another invention in 4 seconds?" Dr. Eggman says. "Yes, and either this will help or make it way worse." Tails says then zaps Sonic with the invention. Sonic falls over while still peeing. Sonic then falls asleep on the floor Sonic wakes up with a diaper full of pee and his bladder is empty. Sonic then notices a feeling coming from his stomach. Sonic tries ignoring it and notices he's in a blue bed with blue pillows and a blanket. Sonic then hears some beeping noises. He notices a blue alarm clock he then turns the alarm off. He starts to get up and notices his stomach feels worse and he feels like his body is going to do something but he doesn't know what. He gets up and it gets way worse so he lets whatever it is happen. He begins to poop in his diaper not knowing what he's doing. He wakes up and notices he was dreaming. He notices he still has a diaper on and it seems to be overfilled he then tries getting up but as soon as he does he start peeing and pooping at the same time. "Sonic, wake up." Tails says. Sonic wakes up the third time. "Is this a dream too?" Sonic asks. "No it's not but you should get up." Tails says. Sonic stands back up and notices that he's still wearing a diaper and it's wet but not full. "Dr. Eggman told me how to change a diaper, so I''ll do that" Tails says. Tails picks up Sonic and puts Sonic on a bed and Sonic's bladder fills up but Sonic doesn't tell Tails. Tails takes off Sonic's diaper and then notices a weird shape in Sonic's fur. Tails ignores it and gets a new diaper but before he puts Sonic's diaper back on he slowly puts his hand on the weird shape. "What are you doing? I feel that but I don't know what it is." Sonic says. Tails now knows that its attached but he's curious on what will happen if he rubs whatever the shape is. What he doesn't know is that the shape is Sonic's penis. Tails begins to rub it. As he is rubbing it Sonic grows more desperate to pee. Sonic soon loses control and pees all over Tails but he doesn't know because his eyes have been closed the whole time. "Is this part of the process?" Sonic asks. "No, but I found something out" Tails says "Alright I put the diaper on." Tails then runs away to wash his fur. Sonic opens his eyes then gets up and notices his bladder is still half full. The camera then goes to Tails who is carrying the devices that made Sonic lose total control of his bladder and the one that made him have a bladder. Tails then zaps himself with both making the devices explode. The camera then goes back to Dr. Eggman "What do you want, camera? There's nothing for you here, and yes I can see you I am the only one that CAN see you." Dr. Eggman says. Sonic runs to where Tails is and sees that Tails is twitching because he has to pee. "Tails, do you have to pee?" Sonic asks. "Yes, I do please carry me to the room where I changed your diaper before I completely bust out peeing." Tails says. Sonic picks up Tails then puts him in the room. Tails gets a diaper and puts it on and right on time too because he then starts peeing. Sonic and Tails go to Dr. Eggman. "I have 2 answers either you both become human, or you stay as your fur selves and begin to have bowels." Dr. Eggman "Won't we have bowels as humans?" Sonic asks. "No you won't, you will lose fur and have no control over your bladder, and also Sonic will still have super speed." Dr. Eggman "I guess you should make us humans" Tails says. Dr. Eggman then flips a switch and Sonic and Tails become human. Sonic is a tan teen with blue spiky hair and Tails is a white teen with ginger hair. Sonic goes to the mirror. "I don't look bad." Sonic says "Wait, what's that bulge in my diaper?" Tails walks in and look in the mirror. "What is the bulge in my diaper?" He asks. Tails pushes Sonic out the bathroom then closes and locks the door. Tails then takes the diaper off and sees the weird shape he saw in Sonic's fur when Sonic had fur. Tails then puts his diaper back on and gets out of the bathroom. Dr. Eggman comes with clothes "You will need these" He says while handing them to them. Sonic and Tails put them on while still wearing diapers. Dr. Eggman then says "Since you need these diapers I'll let you keep them, and you will live here with me." Sonic and Tails are good with that because they don't have any other friends. Sonic and Tails are then lead to a blue room with a blue bed a blue alarm clock and a tv. Sonic and Tails walk in and lay on the bed. They turn on the tv and Dr. Eggman closes the door. The tv is displaying a show causing their bladders to fill. They don't notice that the show is causing their bladders to fill so they keep watching then soon enough they start peeing. The show keeps playing and they keep watching. Their diapers soon start to leak and their pants are getting wet. Dr. Eggman opens the door and walks in but then notices the show. The show soon takes over Dr. Eggman. The TV then turns off and Dr. Eggman is no longer controlled so he closes the door again. Sonic and Miles (Tails) are still peeing uncontrollably Tails will now be called Miles to make his name more human and Sonic will still be named Sonic. Miles and Sonic soon get unhypnotized and they notice that they drenched their pants. Miles gets up and notices something under the bed. He picks it up and it zaps Sonic and Miles. They soon get up from the zap and they notice that their bladders are full but they don't know how to control when they pee so they pee on accident. They then get up and try going out the door but it's somehow locked from the outside and there are no holes in the door so there is a pool of pee below them. The pool of pee soon reaches where Miles' crotch and it's making him pee 2x more and then Sonic then jumps off the bed to try to save Miles but it makes it way worse because he scared Miles making Miles pee 4x times worse so the room is flooding with pee. They then wake up from the dream because of the alarm clock beeping. Their bed is soaked with pee and they see that their diapers are still on but they are sagging and have a brown spot. Miles then changes Sonic's diaper then put a diaper on himself too not knowing what the device he found under them did. Miles then walks to Dr. Eggman. "Teach us how to use the bathroom." Miles says. "Ok... fine" Dr. Eggman says. He shows them how to use it. Miles then takes both his diaper and Sonic's diaper off not knowing how bad of a idea that was. Sonic then runs straight into the bathroom. While Sonic pees Miles starts to feel his stomach feels something. Miles has to poop but he doesn't know what it is but he also has to pee. "Hurry up Sonic" Miles yells. Sonic finishes in time for Miles to get there. Miles forgot to take his clothes off and he soaks his underwear. Miles then notices a new feeling which is him pooping. Miles then get up and flushes the toilet even though nothing was in it but the water. "Alright, Tails your human name will be Miles and Sonic will still be Sonic." Dr. Eggman says. "Alright." Sonic says, excited. "Sonic you used the bathroom right, Miles you might need to go back to diapers." Dr. Eggman says. "It was a accident." Miles says while sad. The camera goes to the creator of this movie. "What the heck are you here for? Go back to main story." I say. The camera shakes like it's saying no. "Oh, you're here to skip some things, like boring dialogue. Alright you can stay until the boring stuff is done with." I say. The camera looks at the sun set. "It's beautiful isn't it? Well you should go back to your story." I say. The camera goes back to the lair and goes to the blue room. Sonic is sleeping under the blankets of the bed. While Miles is sleeping on top of the covers with a exposed diaper. Miles and Sonic start growing their fur back. Miles will now go back to being called Tails. Miles' tails grow back and rip the diaper off. Sonic gets his blue fur back and his bladder is now full. Tails' clothes rip off and so do Sonic's causing Sonic to start wetting the bed. The alarm clock starts beeping and Sonic wakes up noticing he has his fur back but his fur is drenched with piss. Sonic turns the alarm clock and see that Tails is still asleep. Sonic looks down and he sees he still has a penis but it seems to be hard for some reason. He then goes to the bathroom. shut the door, locks it and looks in the mirror. He sees that he looks normal other than a penis that has fur on it. He starts to rub it and he notices that rubbing it is making his bladder fill up. Ad Break This ad is for Uri-Pill The only good thing about this product is that it can make you pee out your entire bladder. But beware, people who get Uri-Pill are not able to hold their piss anymore. This means they have urinated a lot lately but don't even remember doing it. If you take too much of this stuff then you will become addicted to it. If you want to buy this pill you should never use it together with any other drug. Also, if you do take it you shouldn't mix it with alcohol, because it may affect your mental state and make you lose control over yourself. (Uri-Pill is not a real pill) Back to the movie! Sonic then starts gushing out pee. He moans softly still rubbing while Tails is still asleep and his bladder is full. Tails starts to wet the bed while Sonic is still in the bathroom. The camera goes back to the creator of this story. "You again? Is Sonic and Tails boring you?" I say. "Dr. Eggman would also bore you because he's also still asleep." I say. Ad Time! Omo-doll is the first ever urine-peeing doll. Dolls are usually pretty much just that, dolls, but Omo-doll's pee is actually real. This doll can urinate! She has two modes: normal mode where she doesn't pee, and water mode where she pees until normal mode is switched on. (This is not a real doll) The camera goes back to the creator. "Hello, again so this will be a stop in the movie" I say

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Note: This fiction is my first work, which can also be said to be a work of practice only. The story may be rough and old-fashioned, but I will try my best to design every detail of the story. I look forward to your comments and suggestions, and I will be grateful here. Disclaimer: the content, characters and plot of the story are completely fictional. Please do not deliberately associate them. This story is set as a standard medieval style different world. Some modern world and future fantasy objects in the story are advanced technical products and do not need to be thought seriously

Writer's block is a weird thing. On one hand you can't come up with anything meaningful to put down on paper - physical or virtual - but on the other hand it forces your mind to stray and come up with new, sometimes different, ideas. Some of those are really intriguing and end up becoming their own stories. Well, I have an unfinished story on this site and it's been close to a year since I did anything with it. I cannot for the life of me figure out what to do next, and until I do I still want to write. So, in a patch of boredom and inspiration, I've decided to write something else instead! This is intended to be a longer story, so expect parts to come in batches when time permits. It's gonna have lots of diapers and peeing (an outlandish claim for this forum, I know!), and lots of similarly-themed materiel, but the focus is not necessarily on these aspects. Forewarning - if you just want wetting and embarrassment there's a lot to chew through between those parts, but there will be several in every "chapter", guaranteed or your money back. So without further ado, prepare yourself for the sci-fi adventure of a padded lifetime, a look into the mysterious ways of the greatest warriors on Earth (and their obsessive drive that leads to a most curious of unintentional results)! ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER I - The Girls Are Training Naomi's mouth was drier than the deserts beyond the palace, but the same could not be said for her attire. Sweat had been dripping down her sides for what felt like hours as she continued running laps, over and over and over again, and her drenched exercise pants clung to her thighs for dear life. The sun beat down mercilessly, but she still felt a keen kinship with it - it was still kinder to her than Instructor Thembeka. "Naomi!" her teacher snapped angrily from a few hundred yards away. "The King needs his Knights; step it up!" "I serve-" Naomi exhaled. She knew in her heart it wouldn't be heard that far away, and taking as deep a breath as her lungs would allow she forced a shout. "I serve!" She forced her legs to keep running. They felt like they were on fire but she knew they'd be in far more pain if she dared to stop. The Flowering Knights had a godly reputation to uphold and naught but the grandest of efforts would even begin to satisfy its instructors. Until Naomi collapsed she would be in danger. A tingle of anticipation flowed through her veins. She loved that feeling of danger, of pushing her body too far. It was glorious, a struggle! Palesa always sneered at this and called her an endorphin junkie, but Naomi didn't care what the other trainee thought. The Flowering Knights wanted her best? She'd give it to them. At the jumbling of her own footfalls, the girl was reminded of the pressure on her bladder, but immediately shoved this thought aside. As an aspirant Flowering Knight she had one duty: to protect the King and his people, in that order. All else was secondary. That included potty training. Years ago, when a much younger Naomi walked the Earth... Naomi was just a schoolgirl when her first day in the Flowering Knights trainee program began. Her mother was one of the best of these godly individuals, renowned throughout the land as the King's favored Knight - his One-Eyed Bulldog. That made a lot to live up to, even as a young child, but Naomi liked a challenge. There was no one that did not know the name of the Flowering Knights - men feared them, women adored them and the King championed them, but only the greatest of women could join their ranks. For a girl like Naomi there wasn't even a hint of hesitation at being forced by her mother to go for it. Decision or not, she was excited and ready to go. Many people lived their lives searching for meaning, but the Flowering Knights were meaning. Icons, every one! Standing in the gymnasium were the other trainees, girls of similar age but none of whom Naomi was familiar with. None of them looked like much special, just your usual schoolgirls from around the kingdom. She felt the sneering glares from several others, most likely at the fluffy ears atop her head. Naomi had been born with the blessing of Samesmelting, melded with the spirit of a wild creature. Supposedly it would grant her wisdom and strength beyond the limits of her human body, and in exchange the appearance of its features upon her. It wasn't necessarily uncommon, but it still drew the stares of enough people to make anyone feel embarrassed. Naomi was. She felt her fox ears fold back in shame, looking away. She didn't want to make any enemies before her first lesson had even begun, but it was almost unavoidable at this point - the people would do it for her. "Hey fox ears!" one of them sauntered up to her. "Got a name?" "Naomi," came the whispered reply. She was shy, and unfortunately knew where this was going. The loudmouthed girl looked her up and down. "Eww. Can't believe they let you in here without a leash." A pair of students nearby started snickering to themselves, covering their mouths and looking away. Naomi's face flushed crimson. It wasn't the first time she'd heard that kind of taunting but she'd never gotten used to it. A harsh response formed in her mouth but she held it back: confrontation would certainly get her in trouble. Her mother had warned her before the day started: Don't get on the bad side of your teachers, Naomi, the One-Eyed Bulldog had warned. Your peers can hate you all they want, but so long as you stay in the good graces of your instructors you'll be fine. "I'll be fine," Naomi mumbled halfheartedly. It gave her some small semblance of comfort, even in a time such as this. "What was that?!" the bully snapped. She seized Naomi by the shoulders and shook her back and forth. "You? Fine? How about the rest of us? No one said they'd be letting in some animal! You're probably not even house-trained!" A booming voice tore through the room, echoing off the walls. "Trainees, stand!" Every girl immediately froze in place, turning to face the new arrival. It was a rather buff woman, bearing the ornate dress of the Flowering Knights. A lapel pin indicated her as an instructor, and once this was realized the students formed a single-file line. The instructor approached, folding her hands behind her back and pacing up and down the line. "Hmm...I want to say you're a sorry-looking bunch and you'll never make it. That's what my teacher told me when I wore your shoes, but here I am. That alone should be proof that your road can be tread, be it paved with broken glass!" There was a slight pause while this sunk in. "This will hurt, a lot, but you can succeed. I will make sure of it! Every single one of you can become a Flowering Knight." The woman spun suddenly and barked out, "My name is Thombeka! I am your instructor and you will refer to me as such! Now then, who among you knows the creed of the FW?" No one rose their hand and an uncomfortable silence formed. Thombeka's eyes narrowed and looked back and forth for someone to call out, and all at once she pointed. "You! Name!" A girl nearby squeaked in surprise. "Imka!" Thombeka huffed. "Alright Imka, good on you for volunteering. Now then, what is your new creed?" Imka stuttered, starting to say something unintelligible. In that moment, Naomi felt an overwhelming need to act, and she felt herself speaking with newfound confidence: "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" There was an audible swish as Thombeka's head swiveled over. The woman peered and approached with outlandish footsteps until she stood directly over Naomi. "Hmm...name." "Naomi," her confidence vanished. She felt a very small trickle of warmth in her underwear as she leaked, barely catching herself. Her entire body shivered in anticipation, realizing that she had potentially interrupted one of the most important women in all the land. "Ahhhhh," the instructor exhaled, slowly transforming into a chuckle of her own. "The daughter of OEB. I should have figured that the One-Eyed Bulldog would bring up a girl with audacity. Runs in her blood!" Thombeka's grizzled face relaxed as she looked over the rest of the students. "All of you, say it!" "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" The chorus was chaotic and pathetic, and Naomi's ears winced at hearing it. "Together!" Thombeka barked. It took a few more tries, but finally all the girls said it together. "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" Thombeka clapped her hands once. "Better. Make no mistake - you are now a team, part of the sisterhood second in all the land only to the King himself. If you want to uphold that creed then you will work together. You do not have to like one another to do it." The instructor started chuckling sardonically at this. "And until your actions and words endanger your creed, none of your instructors will stop you." Someone raised their hand. Thombeka pointed her out. "Name." "Palesa, Ma'am," came the reply. Naomi didn't need to look to know that voice - the bully that had called her out earlier. She felt her lips purse in frustration. If this was about her Samesmelting... Thombeka folded her arms. "Okay, Palesa - what is your question?" "I need to use the toilet. May I go?" The girl's voice had grown significantly sweeter compared to the exchange with Naomi earlier. "No," Thombeka replied without missing a beat. "You're in training right now." When the student looked confused and horrified, Thombeka sighed in irritation. "Your creed is to protect the King and then his people, in that order. Everything else is of secondary consideration." Palesa stammered. "What does-" "That means," the instructor cut her off. "That your training as an aspirant Flowering Knight is the most important part of your life for the foreseeable future. Training, training! You must become strong like a lion, faster than the wind and sweet as honey! These things will make you an FW and ensure you can uphold your promise to your king!" The woman leaned in closer, a hardened look on her face. "I will make sure you are able to do so. It's my duty now to train the next Flowering Knights and ensure our creed will continue!" She pointed accusingly at Palesa. "Your King is in danger right this moment! Will the enemy wait for you to take a tinkle and calm your embarrassment?" Palesa didn't answer at first, but a glower from Thombeka fixed that. "My duty is to protect the King!" "Correct! So you will ignore the protestations of your body - if you are sore, you will persevere. If you are tired, you will force yourself to continue. If you have to pee, you will hold it or you will go - I do not care, and neither does anyone in the Flowering Knights. But, you will never stop in your promise. Is that clear?" There was dead silence in the room. Naomi heard her heart beating in her eardrums. The truth was, she'd already been exposed to this type of lifestyle, at least partially, by her mother. She'd never fully been potty trained herself, much to her embarrassment. She was usually fine with the flaw but she was certain the other girls would make her life hell for it. Her mother had insisted it was a problem that would solve itself. Naomi didn't believe that in the moment - it sounded more like everyone else would be forced to share her problem instead. Palesa's voice sounded pale, almost sick to her stomach. "I...yes Ma'am." There was a sharp inhale from Thombeka. "There's no place for humiliation and embarrassment if you want to succeed on the field of battle. The sooner its beaten out of your system, the better. If you're worried about making a mess on the floor, then I commend your sense of cleanliness. Ask any of your instructors for help - you're more than welcome to wear diapers if you so choose." Again, silence. Taking that as no-further-questions, Thombeka continued. "Now then - let's start off simple. Jumping jacks, begin!" The instructor immediately started in with the exercise, and without any further input the girls began to follow suit. Oh, that was a mistake. The PT didn't just start, it never stopped - Thombeka kept going, and going, and going and going and going. Soon the trainees were huffing and puffing, gasping for breath and flapping their arms with exhaustion. After countless minutes, Thombeka stopped. "Alright, sit ups. Find a partner and begin. I'll let you know when you're allowed to stop and switch. We start in sixty seconds." The girls did their best to scatter, too tired to debate and be choosy. Somehow still, most found a way to acquire a sit-ups partner before Naomi could ask. Soon it looked like it was down to just her and Palesa. She was about to consign herself to this defeat when someone gently fluffed her foxy ears from behind. "I need a partner still..." someone said meekly. Not recognizing the voice, Naomi turned her head and met herself eye-to-eye with Imka. Feeling a flood of relief, Naomi bobbed her head up and down in agreement. The two assumed the position. Imka offered to start, which Naomi was only too happy to allow. Her limbs still burned, and any chance to rest was welcome, even if that meant keeping her potential friend stabilized so she could sit up and down repeatedly. Small effort was preferable to exhaustive effort. Imka whispered. "Hey, thanks for speaking up for me back there." It took Naomi a moment to realize what the girl meant. "Yeah, anytime!" She did her best to smile, but felt awkward in so doing. There was a gruff noise from nearby: the instructor. "Speak freely amongst yourselves, girls: your attempts to hide your words irritates my ears. You will know when I demand your silence." The two girls looked at one another before giggling a bit. It wasn't much, but it was the start of a friendship, and that was good enough for Naomi. Finally, she had one person that seemed decent she could rely on. It was just under ten minutes later before they were given the go-ahead to switch. Imka was breathing heavily and delighted to have an opportunity to tag out. Soon Naomi found herself crunching. She tried to focus and steady her breathing, synchronizing with her ups and downs until she settled in on a rhythm. Music was a pattern of life and it would help her here. If the last jaunt was any indication it would be at least five or ten minutes until she could catch a break. Thirteen minutes after, Naomi began to realize the importance of volunteering to go first, even when exhausted. She sucked air through her teeth, noticeably slower than before, as the droning lecture of her instructor continued. "You can go slower if that's all you can do, but you will not stop. Not yet!" As Naomi crashed onto her back once more she heard a trickling sound from her left, and one of her ears twisted on instinct to get a better listen. It sounded like water being poured nearby, but she remembered her predicament and sat back up instead of focusing. Getting singled out by Thombeka would- "Eek!" someone to her left yelped, and there was a scuffling noise. The instructor was on them in a moment as everyone sat up to look. Palesa lay on her back, doing her best to cover her shorts with both hands as a small puddle slowly spread out from under her. The poor girl's exercise partner was on her rear, scooting backwards to outrun the wet danger. Thombeka roared: "Name!" "Palesa!" "Noxolo!" The instructor but her hands to her hips. "Why did you stop?" When no one answered, she continued. "Oh no, your comrade wet herself and your shins might get dampened. The King is in danger and you swore to protect him! What do you do?!" "We serve the King," both girls replied shakily, and Noxolo returned to her partner's side. Soon they were all back to doing situps like nothing had happened, and every girl present began to fully understand that magnitude of what their oath not only meant, but what it meant to take it. Hours later they were finally allowed to cease exercises for the day. Naomi's entire body was cramped and protesting any movement, and all her peers were too tired to argue, poke fun or commit any form of jesting beyond necessary verbal exchange. They were physically removed of all energy over the course of an afternoon, of such intensity there was not a single girl that survived the initiation with dry pants - endless PT combined with the necessity of hydration was a simple equation that led to the same point every time. Naomi had fallen victim during a sprint. She'd won the race, but left a trail of shame behind her, and part of her fluffy tail had gotten damp along with it. Mercifully, everyone was too tired to jeer even by that point, and no one else fared any better. By the time they'd retired to the communal barracks they were all in the same boat - sweaty, panting and stinking of wet pants. No one spoke as they showered off and switched to proper uniforms - knee-high skirts and long blouses - before sauntering off to the dining hall. The meal prepared was bountiful, served by FW's sporting flowing maid's dresses that bowed courteously at every turn. Fried pork, steamed vegetables, ice-cold milk and more! It was a veritable feast that washed away all the pain of the day's efforts, and by the time it was over the girls were seemingly back to normal, and chatted amongst themselves in high spirits, delighted at the turn of events. Even through the friendly surprise, Naomi began to see cliques forming, something her mother had also warned her about. Imka was thus far the only one that had opened up to Naomi, and she considered the softspoken girl to be a true friend. At least so far. Palesa was shaping up to be the most problematic element, and watching the bully girl's charisma at work filled Naomi with uncertainty and concern for the coming days. Unfortunately, being the first to have a potty accident hadn't done as much damage to Palesa's image as Naomi had hoped. It wasn't helping, but all the girls were in the same place - peeing your pants was no longer just an action of shame. It was a promise. The hours went by as the next phase of their day came and went. Book studies on a variety of subjects, including history, tactics, literature of heroes long since passed and a deeper understanding of the country and its people. Some of the girls started to doze off and were rewarded with a stern snap from instructor Nobantu. The older woman was of much more agreeable manner than Thombeka, but the slightest hint of disinterest in her teaching would set her off like a firecracker. As such, Naomi rapidly learned not to let her mind wander. She only fell asleep once during the whole stint, giving herself a nosebleed when her face smacked into her desk. Cleverly, she passed this off as an effort to keep herself awake, which the teacher seemed to accept. The only further distraction was the fidgeting of a student at her desk here and there, and with blessed hearing Naomi was able to hear the telltale hissing of her colleagues failing to hold on from time to time. Every time it happened her face reddened, knowing that it could just as easily be her. By the time they were done they were uninterested in the allotted one hour of personal time. Unsurprisingly, most simply went to their beds and collapsed. However, for Naomi, there was something important to be done. She perused the halls, walking around the long and grandiose architecture before finding the library. "You're up late," Nobantu's genteel voice spooked her. Naomi's hair stood on end and she felt another small leak. The girl spun about and bowed. "I'm sorry, instructor. I just...had something I needed to ask." "Go on, then," the older woman nodded lightly. Just say it, Naomi. The King is in peril, and you must act, not hesitate. "I was just wondering if I could get something to wear for nighttime." Nobantu didn't respond, watching expectantly. Naomi tried again. "You know, for uhm..." Again, the instructor refused to acknowledge this. She looked on, waiting for a direct and proper response. It took a few more seconds and a hearty breath for Naomi to work up the courage to say it out loud. "I need to wear diapers at night so I do not wet the bed." "Better," Nobantu finally acknowledged the girl's request. "Was that so hard?" Naomi's ears flattened again. It was one thing to be denied access to the bathroom, it would be another to wake up in damp sheets, especially when all her peers would be sleeping in the same room. They were still learning about one another, and that particular situation was something she didn't want to be known for. Nobantu led the girl down the hallway and back the way she came. They entered the medical office, a deceptively spacious room stocked full of various medicines in shelves and lockboxes. In the far corner, beyond the cots and medical machinery the finest minds in the country could develop were a few closets. When Nobantu opened one, Naomi had to stifle a gasp. It was full of diapers, packages upon packages stocked as close to one another as possible. The instructor grabbed one and passed it to her nonchalantly. "There's ten there - not very absorbent, but they're slim and discrete, and fit like underwear - they'll keep you comforted and protected until the morning if you'd like." Naomi didn't wish to be disrespectful, but felt compelled to speak up. "I thank you, but I don't need all of these. Just one should suffi-" "You're not special: lots of trainees need or request them. Your call - none of the instructors care about your continence; only your capabilities." Nobantu turned about and started to leave. "The door's always open - help yourself or not." Naomi only needed a few seconds to mull her options over. Dutifully closing the cabinet, she clutched the package of diapers close to her chest and ran back to her room. The realization that anyone in the facility could walk into her carrying such a thing gave her renewed energy and purpose, if only for long enough to reach the safety of confinement. But safety was a strange word. Sure, Naomi was now removed from the instructors and staff of the Flowering Knights, but now she was in the proverbial lion's den that was her immediate peers. Several sideways glances appeared when she entered, but most looked away. Despite being partially covered by her arms they all knew damn well what the package was, what it was for and the leering potential that it would be them the next night, or the night after. Palesa had no reservations about capitalizing on this. "Of course you'd be the first one to give up," the girl sneered, and a few others joined in on the passive-aggressive taunting. Naomi hugged the package tighter and moved to her own bed, doing her best to ignore it. Lashing out wouldn't solve anything right now and she was too tired to get into it. "Lay off, Palesa," Imka mumbled from nearby. "You were the first to fall." Several girls harumphed in agreement and the bully backed down with a, "whatever", going back to reading her book. Naomi prayed a silent thanks to her friend's insistence. True to the instructor's word these were discrete. Shaped like panties but with extra padding, they were easy to slip into and hide underneath pants or a skirt or anything else. Naomi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a strange comfort from the soft padding that hugged her like a fluffy cloud. It was embarrassing, but so long as everyone else was embarrassed she decided she could deal with it. Soon the girl had forgotten all about her predicament, her training, the bullying and the friendship she'd begun, settling into the hazy lines of the book in her hands, drifting off to sleep at some time unknown. The present day... "Step it up!" Naomi hissed to herself, forcing her legs to pump harder and faster. She accelerated down the racetrack, feeling the wind whipping across her sweat-soaked body and pants as she now made a full and concerted effort. It was a glorious feeling, and for a few dozen meters more she forgot all about the pain in her body. She was strong and free, and that was what mattered. As Naomi crossed the finish line Thembeka blew a whistle. "That's enough! Naomi leads by two and a half laps. Take fifteen to hydrate and get ready for the next exercise." "We serve!" came the chorus from all over the track. Naomi slowed her breathing and bent down, forcing her heart to slow down as her hands made it atop her knees. Standing was important, and the stretching helped ease her aches, but in trade she felt a familiar warmth start to puddle in her padded underwear. Sighing, she let the feeling wash over her - she had done her best and she had won, and that was all that mattered. Anyone that thought otherwise was wrong and had lost. Having a soggy diaper was a small price to pay for victory.

I put it on over my original, non-waterproof one. And I tested it by pouring some water over it, the sheet under it is still dry. So, for the record - though I should already know the answer to this cause it says "waterproof" but I want to make sure I don't stain the mattress - I could lay on any mattress that says "waterproof" with a full bladder and wet myself, and not a drop of pee will soak through onto the mattress below, and anything under the mattress protector will stay completely dry and un-stained. Correct? If so, I'm going to have a lot of fun with this, including testing to see if I can actually wet the bed while asleep if I drink enough before bed. And sometimes if I really need to pee after waking up... Also if there's a really loud thunderstorm I can pretend I'm doing a fear wetting. Tonight I plan to drink a lot and then go to bed. And if I have to pee before I fall asleep, I'll either try to hold it or let it all out. One more question: Will peeing while laying down enough times make it easier to accidentally wet the bed? (Hoping the answer is no because if I go to a hotel or relatives' house I don't want to wet the bed there)

I’ve been a fan of wetting and diaper wetting for some years now, though it’s been a secret that I’ve told NOBODY. Because of my fear of getting caught, I’ve never even tried to wet myself or wear a diaper. After finally moving out and living on my own now, this is the perfect chance for me to get into the nitty gritty and finally try some of this stuff out on my own. After purchasing some adult diapers and trying to wet them, it always seems/feels forced. I especially want to wear a diaper overnight and have an accident in them while asleep. I’ve tried drinking a lot of water before going to bed, but I never have a real accident due to the many years of my body knowing how to hold it in while asleep. I then only wake up with a full bladder which I then “force” myself to release in my diaper. Is there any way to get my body to have an accident without practically “forcing” myself to have one?