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View File Secretary Workwear Pee Shower And Orgasm Whilst sitting at my work desk, I tell you about how badly I need to pee, and how much I love holding it in until I cant any longer, how much it turns me on peeing in my clothes, and now especially sitting at work it makes it all the hornier. I finally do it, I piss myself right there in my clothes, and show you how nice and wet I am, including my panties. Once i get home I get in the shower and soak my clothes, feeling them cling against my skin, gets me even hornier, I put my hand in my trousers and make myself orgasm in the shower. Before stripping out of my wet clothes. Submitter BabesPeeing Submitted 04/01/2023 Category Female  

View File Secretary Relieving Herself And Shower I'm at work and so desperate for the bathroom. I love to feel myself so full up I could burst, it turns me on so much.. and it feels even naughtier feeling like this at work. I could go right here at my desk, completely relieving myself in my clothes, wou Submitter BabesPeeing Submitted 04/01/2023 Category Female  

Hi everyone. So uh... Turns out writing omo fictions is really fun, so I wrote another one (first one here). I think this one' turned out a little shorter and to the point than the first one; which I think was its biggest weakness. I'm still learning though, so criticism is appreciated. Lastly, I might write a part two based on the feedback. Enjoy. # Hi. My name's Ocean, and I'd like to tell you guys about one of the most memorable events of my high school life involving me and one of my teachers. Here we go. Most people I know seem to consider high school as one of the best periods of their lives. I can see where they're coming from; it's our last chance to have some fun before the stress of life inevitably comes crashing down on us, but my high school life was generally pretty uneventful. My grades were good, but as an introvert with basically no friends, I was constantly bored. One thing I always looked forward to, however, was the club activities. I used to be a real jack of all trades when it came to my hobbies, so a lot of different clubs would also appreciate my participation and efforts. My favorite was definitely the theater club, which was mainly responsible for preparing and presenting historical plays, small-scale oratorios, musicals and things alike to be performed in front of the school during special holidays. In addition to me and a small group of other faithful students, perhaps the most dedicated person in the club was our literature teacher, Miss Keller. She was the headteacher of the club, and was responsible for everything from directing the plays to choosing what roles each of us would play and a lot more. Not many students liked her, as her demeanor could come off as a little too strict, even harsh at times, but she was really good at her job and that alone made her invaluable in my eyes. I myself did not particularly like working with her, but she had my utmost respect for her determination regardless. Anyway, the school had asked us to perform a historical play for the national independence day. A week before the day, me and the rest of the club were staying in after school to rehearse, Miss Keller included. I remember she acted particularly irritated that day, but I thought it was understandable given her personality and the fact that the day of the show was getting near. I was rehearsing lines with a few other members in the theater room as I heard the sound of Miss Keller's high heels approach closer. She entered shortly after with a large cup of coffee in her hand. “Places everyone, places, we don't have much time.“ she ordered us immediately as she took her seat. We took our places immediately. Miss Keller took a look at the stage and paused abruptly. “Wait... where are all the stage decorations? Who here was in charge of them?“ I was, but she had never told me to have them ready for today, so I had assumed we would just rehearse without them. “It's me, Miss,” I stepped forward. “Buy they're locked in the storage room in the basement of the gym building, and our P.E. teacher Mrs. Monroe has the only key, so...“ “So..?“ she interrupted me. “Go get the key from her and get everything in here right now.“ “Umm... Her last class ended a few minutes ago, so she's probably on her way home by now,“ I answered. Miss Keller sighed deeply and shook her head in disappointment before taking out her phone and calling the P.E. teacher. “Ocean, come with me to the gym building. Mrs. Monroe is on her way back; we'll meet her there. Rest of you, keep practicing lines and DON'T go anywhere until I get back, understood?“ Miss Keller told everyone with a firm tone, before grabbing her cup of coffee and gesturing me to follow her to the gym. As she walked in front of me, I got to take a good look at her outfit; I always admired her her sense of fashion. On that day, she had the most fabulous grey suit skirt-blazer combination with a white blouse, complimented by transparent stockings and black high-heels, with just enough makeup and accessories to accentuate her natural beauty. The clicking of her heels echoing in the empty corridors, combined with her gorgeous figure for her age, was almost hypnotizing to watch. I only hoped she would keep sipping her coffee on the way instead of turning around, so I could watch and appreciate her beauty all the way to there, and she did just that. She threw the empty cup in a trashcan as we went down the stairs to the basement of the gym building. Mrs. Monroe was waiting in front of the door with her arms crossed and tapping her feet with an impatient expression in her face. "Thanks Beth," Miss Keller smiled at the woman as she took the key. "Sorry for bringing you all the way back here... "Yeah, I was halfway home already..." Mrs. Monroe remarked in disappointment. "Just hurry up." "You don't have to wait for us, we might take a while..." Miss Keller suggested before unlocking the door and giving the key back to her. "Here you go." "Alright then, just make sure you don't accidentally close the door behind you; the door is broken and won't open from the inside without a key, and I really wouldn't want to come all the way back for a second time." She took the key back and made her way upstairs. "See you tomorrow, Diane." "We'll keep that in mind, Mrs. Monroe," I answered since Miss Keller had already stepped into the storage room to look for the decorations. "Have a nice day." "You too, Ocean." And thus, we started gathering up the things needed for the stage. Miss Keller was like a kid at the candy store; running from one corner of the room to the other excitedly, grabbing all kinds of stage equipment and piling them up next to the door. That enthusiasm, dedication and focus on the task at hand was precisely why I liked working with her. That dedication would always show up in the results of her work too; the plays we performed would always be met with a big wave of applause. I got woken up from my long stare of admiration with a strong wind on my back, followed by a loud bang coming from behind. Me and Mrs. Keller jumped and turned back to look, startled by the sound, to see that the door had now closed behind us. Both of us let out an almost simultaneous "Oh no." "Ocean, I told you to put something in front of the door so it wouldn't shut, weren't you listening?" "I did, Miss, but it must have been too light..." I was sure she didn't actually tell me to do anything, but I had still put a box in between the door and its frame. It was now nowhere to be seen though, so I assumed it must have been swept away by the momentum of the door and was now outside. I ran up to the door and tried opening it with all my strength, but just like Mrs. Monroe warned us, it wouldn't budge an inch. "We can't waste our time here..." Miss Keller shook her head an sighed. "Ocean, do you have your phone with you? Mine's in my purse upstairs; call one of your friends and tell them to find and bring back Mrs. Monroe before she's on her way back home." I pulled out my phone from my pocket, but as I had suspected, I saw a "no signal" sign in the corner of my screen. We were technically two floors underground, after all. I shook my head. "I can't get a signal..." "You can't be serious right now..." Miss Keller mumbled under her breath as she hastily walked towards the door. "Hello? Anybody out there?" she yelled through the small keyhole as she lightly banged on the door. No answer. "Well, somebody from the club should eventually notice us gone, right? They know we'd be down here too," I tried looking things on the bright side. "I guess we'll just have to wait..." "I guess so..." Miss Keller answered with another deep sigh. I pulled out two chairs from under the pile of decorations and gym equipment and we sat down and started waiting; with me mostly on my phone trying to pass the time, and Miss Keller crossing her arms and impatiently tapping her fingers, looking around to find something to distract herself. In the next fifteen minutes or so, I had noticed Miss Keller starting to get increasingly restless. It was a simple leg cross first. And then her finger tapping became more frequent. A small shift of her butt in her seat here, a little rubbing of her thighs there. I didn't mind any of it all that much; after all, there was nothing much to do in here while we waited, and most of anyone, let alone a woman as hot-blooded as Miss Keller, would naturally feel impatient. After a few more minutes of the same shifting and shuffling around, Miss Keller stood up from her seat and started pacing up and down the room, with her arms still crossed in front of her. The sound of her heels were like the ticking of a clock in the silence of the empty storage room, almost hypnotizing. I don't usually like small talk, but this time, I felt like breaking the silence, in an attempt to pass the time a little. “Everyone sure is taking too long to notice we are still gone, aren't they..?“ I tried easing the tension in the air with a hearty smile. “Yeah...“ Miss Keller answered without turning around. “Well, you did technically tell them to not leave for anywhere until you have returned; but still, maybe someone should have checked by now.“ "Yes, they really should have..." she answered through her teeth as she stopped her pacing. She leaned back against the wall and stood with her legs and arms crossed. "Ocean, could you check if your phone has signal again..?" "Still no luck, I'm afraid..." At that point, the shift on her voice and expression from restless to downright anxious had caught my attention. Could she be cold? Maybe she was claustrophobic? Or maybe she had to use the bathroom? You know... that actually sounded rather plausible. Come to think of it, I had never seen Miss Keller without a coffee cup in her hand, and today was no exception. Hey, didn't she even have a large empty cup in her hand right before we were locked in here? Anyway, we spent the next ten or fifteen minutes chatting about random stuff, but I could tell she was getting increasingly distracted because of what I presumed to be a rapidly filling bladder, and I was getting distracted from watching her silent struggle with great interest. I could have just let her be until someone eventually found us, but part of me just couldn't help it. I wanted to both confirm my suspicion and to have a grown woman admit to her need in front of me. I know. I'm ashamed of it too. "Umm, are you alright, Miss?" I asked her with my most innocent expression. "You seem a little restless..." "Well duh," She turned to me in disappointment, but I could have sworn I saw an ever so subtle hint of embarrassment in her eyes. "We've been stuck here for almost half an hour; that's precious time we could have spent rehearsing." "Right..." Something told me that wasn't the real reason, and her body language confirmed it even more as she stopped pacing to take a seat and double-cross her legs even tighter than before. But this time, she was also lightly tapping her feet. Every time she shifted her position, I could see her looking at me discreetly to make sure I wouldn't notice. But of course I did. Time kept passing with still no help in sight; with Miss Keller's restlessness and nervous sighs becoming more frequent with each second. Despite her best efforts to hide her predicament, the signs had now become a lot more obvious; with her body leaning forward every now and then, and rocking back and forth in the chair when it wasn't. I secretly wondered if it would ever get so bad that she would have no choice but to openly admit to her need; but other than that, I had no intention of making it harder than it already was for her; so I decided to check my phone signal again—still no luck. "I still can't get a signal..." I sighed in slightly faked disappointment. Miss Keller somewhat panicked as she saw me directly looking at her, and did her best to regain her composure and stop her fidgeting. She did so somewhat successfully, yet she was now sitting very tensely and her legs were trembling form being clenched so tightly. She gave a slight nod and averted her gaze, secretly hoping I would look anywhere else but her. As I pretended to turn my attention elsewhere, I saw her immediately continue to fidget around with increased intensity to regain the control lost from having to sit still for a bit. I turned my back on her to give her some breathing room, walked over to the door and banged on it. "Helloooo..." I yelled through the keyhole. "Is anybody there..?" Miss Keller leaned forward towards the door and looked at me while she held still in expectation; hoping some passerby would notice and come down to check, a janitor or a wandering student perhaps. But there was no answer. I faintly heard her mumble "Fuck..." under her breath, before continuing to fidget and rock back and forth. "Miss Keller, are you sure you're alright..?" I asked her once again. I was expecting her to go back to her tense-but-still pose once again; but this time, she did not—or could not— stop wiggling her butt and rubbing her thighs. It must have been getting real difficult if her urge was at the point where she couldn't stop squirming in front of one of her students as a teacher. It was starting to get rather exciting. "Do you need anything..?" "No, Ocean; I'm alright, thanks..." She tried reassuring me. "Though I would really prefer if we could get out of here soon; we've got plenty of work to do..." Yeah right, work is definitely the reason you want to get out. "Yeah," I nodded. "Are you cold? There should be a few jackets over there from the basketball team; I could find one for you if you'd like," I suggested as I pretended I was only now noticing her squirming, and not from the beginning. "I'm fine," She denied her increasingly obvious predicament at first. "Are you sure?" I don't know what came over me, but I kept looking at her as if I was expecting an explanation. I prepared myself for a scolding. "I said I'm fine, Ocean." She answered with a firm tone, but I could see her debate for a few seconds whether to come clean or not. "I suppose I could use a trip to the ladies' room, but it's alright." "Oh, umm..." I tried my best to hide my excitement upon hearing those words as Miss Keller blushed visibly in embarrassment. "Somebody will notice we're gone sooner or later, right? I'm sure they won't be long," I added with a comforting smile. "I certainly hope so..." Miss Keller answered with a nervous smile of her own. I wasn't sure if I should have struck up a conversation to pass the time, or leave her be so she could focus on her efforts of holding. I decided to go with the latter and kept myself busy on my phone instead. Minutes passed as silence filled the room; occasionally broken by Miss Keller's constant shuffling around, fidgeting and nervous sighs. Twenty minutes later and still with no help in sight, I was starting to get bored myself. My phone didn't have much battery left; so I had to put it away and only check it every few minutes to see if I could get a signal. That left me with only one source of entertainment; watching my literature teacher fight a valiant battle against the inevitable call of nature. It looked like she was losing however; as her fidgeting had now turned into an almost constant crossing and uncrossing of her legs, only interrupted by the occasional wiggling of her butt or a shift in her position. Her hands were also tightly pressed onto her lap over her skirt, wishing they could just slide through her skirt and aid her in keeping the gates shut. "Ocean..." Miss Keller's voice was starting to shake considerably. "Do you still have no service on your phone..?" "I'm afraid not, Miss..." I answered, which got an audible groan out of her. "And the door still isn't working..?" Of course it wasn't working; there had been no changes in our situation since the door closed behind us; she couldn't be expecting the lock to magically fix itself after all. I felt like that question just showed how dire her situation must have been, as she started to realize holding it in until somebody finds us may not have been possible and was now looking for other solutions to relieve herself. I went to try the door again anyway, but the result was the same. "Still locked..." She gave a nervous nod, and instead of continuing to sit and squirm, she stood up and began pacing up and down the room once again, albeit much faster this time. A few steps, a pause, leg cross, a few hops from foot to foot, knees rubbing together... Nothing seemed to be working. She and I both knew there was one and only one solution for relief; to empty her bladder before her body chose to do it involuntarily. She must have realized she was running out of options as she started looking around the room. "Looking for something, Miss?" "No, not really; just looking for something to pass the time," she answered; but obviously, that was a lie. I knew full well she was looking for something to empty her bladder into, in case things got to that point. I also instinctively looked around, but all I could see was classic storage equipment, a few chairs, a pile of stage decorations, some basketball equipment... Wait, basketball! That's it! "Miss Keller," I chimed in excitement. "It's really not a good time, Ocean..." Miss Keller replied all the while continuing her pee dance. "No, I just remembered; today's Tuesday, which means the basketball team will soon be here for training." Her eyes lit up. "And they most certainly would have a key; since all their training equipment's stored here." I gestured around the room. "Oh thank god..." she sighed in relief. "What time do they begin?" "Let me check..." I looked at my phone. "They should be starting at around 4:00 p.m., so about half an hour." "Oh no..." Miss Keller mumbled under her breath as her shoulders dropped. "So just another thirty minutes and I can pe—I mean we can finally get out, right..?" Nice save Miss Keller, nice save. "I would say so, yeah." "Okay..." She whispered to herself with a deep sigh before sitting back down. But instead of crossing her legs or rubbing her thighs together, she took one of her high heels off. She folded her leg underneath her butt, sat directly on top of her heel and kept wriggling and squirming in that position. Her newfound holding method only seemed to be effective for a little less than fifteen minutes, however, as she suddenly stood up and went back to a much more frantic pee dance. She could not stand still for a second; she kept walking around the room with small but quick steps almost constantly, aside from a few times where she would stop, tightly press her thighs together while bouncing up and down before resuming. "Ocean... How much time until they arrive?" Miss Keller asked, almost with a begging tone; as if I could do anything to make help come faster. "Another fifteen minutes, Miss," I replied after checking my phone. "But somebody should come a few minutes earlier to grab the equipment if I'm not mistaken." You're doing great, Miss Keller; don't give up. "No, I can't—" Miss Keller lifted up her skirt and tightly squeezed her crotch over her underwear with one hand; while frantically rummaging through the stuff in the storage room to presumably find something to relieve herself in. "Miss, don't tell me you're—" I froze in shock as she pulled out a large empty water bottle and opened it up while continuing her frantic pee dance. I could see she had mere seconds left; as she was too desperate to even mind the embarrassment of being watched by one of her students. She gave me a quick look. "Ocean, don't look—" I turned my back on her to give her some much needed privacy, but I saw her pull down her pantyhose and underwear with one hand, while having the other firmly glued to her peehole in the corner of my eye. Not even a second later, I heard a loud hiss followed by the sound of her impressive stream hitting the bottle. I swear if I wasn't there to see it myself, I could have sworn somebody had left a garden hose on somewhere. She must have peed for at least a good minute or so, before I heard the stream slowly die down into a trickle, and eventually stop as I heard Miss Keller give a deep sigh of relief. Honestly, I had no idea what to do or say—it's not every day that you see one of your teachers almost piss themselves only to barely make it to a bottle, after all— so I just stood there and waited for Miss Keller to catch her breath, pull her panties back up and put her skirt down, barely seeing anything out of the corner of my eye. I'm certain I've never experienced a more awkward moment in my entire life. "Ocean..." Miss Keller would be the one to break the silence. "If you tell anyone about about this—" "Don't worry Miss," I assured her. "If anyone asks, we just rehearsed some lines to pass the time; nothing else happened." "Thank you..." "Though you might want to... *ahem*... hide the evidence." I pointed at the bottle filled with Miss Keller's crystal clear urine. "Right..." Miss Keller averted her gaze as her cheeks flushed. She took the bottle almost filled to the brim, and put it in her purse. A few minutes later, I've heard the faint echoes of someone walking down the stairs towards the storage room. I stood up in excitement and walked to the door. "Hello..." I yelled as I gestured Miss Keller towards the door. She also stood up. "...is someone there..?" I heard the footsteps get quicker, followed shortly after by the sound of keys jingling and a second later, the door opened. We were greeted by a disappointed Mrs. Monroe. "You closed the door behind you, didn't you?" Mrs. Monroe asked with her arms crossed, with a textbook expression of 'I told you so' written all over her face. "Yeah," I replied. "Sorry..." "Don't apologize to me; I wasn't the one getting stuck down here," She looked at Miss Keller staring at the ground behind me. "You alright, Diane?" "Yeah, I'm fine." Miss Keller went back to her usual uncaring demeanor; as if she wasn't the one who almost completely embarrassed herself mere minutes ago. It was quite impressive. "I'd like to get out of here, though; I've got students waiting for me." "Alright then. Sorry for the door still, I suppose. I'll see you around." Mrs. Monroe walked past us and started grabbing the training equipment. Me and Miss Keller walked up the stairs and finally got outside, with the evening sunlight hitting our eyes. Miss Keller turned to me as we walked. "Ocean, could you please tell the other students they can go home for today?" She seemed tired; rather understandably. "We'll continue the rehearsals tomorrow." "Of course," I replied. "And umm..." "Don't worry, Miss," I gave her a warm smile. "I won't tell anybody." "Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow." She returned my smile and headed for the parking lot. I walked towards the school building, with my hands in my pockets and a stupid unexplainable smirk on my face. Of course I wouldn't tell anyone. That precious memory would be mine, and mine alone, to enjoy for the rest of my life. THE END

Here's my entry into the September 2022 writing competition! This story is based on the anime Lupin the Third, and takes place shortly before the events of Part IV: The Italian Adventure. I hope you all like it, personally I think this one is my best work yet! The Italian Alps "STOP RIGHT THERE!" Alarms blared as a figure rushed through the corridors, carrying a bag full of some of Italy's most priceless jewels over his shoulder. Legions of Italian police officers chased after him, but they were outwitted at every turn. The ICPO inspector Koichi Zenigata, however, would not be deterred. The veteran detective has had years, decades even, of experience with this particular criminal. For you see, this was no ordinary thief, this was the infamous criminal mastermind, Lupin the Third. "Give it up, Lupin, we've got you cornered!" Zenigata smugly assessed, as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "Oh, is that so, Pops?" Lupin smirked, already having an escape plan mapped out in his magnificent brain, and full of faith that his partners would execute it flawlessly. "You're trapped between us and the side of a mountain. Escape is impossible!" Zenigata was technically right. The mountainside was more than a half thousand foot drop. But this is Lupin the Third he's up against. "Pops, you should know by now. I'm Lupin the Third. The word 'impossible' isn't in my vocabulary." "Lupin, we're waiting outside. Hurry up." A gravely voice spoke through Lupin's earpiece. Lupin pressed the button on the earpiece and replied "On my way." As soon as Zenigata lunged to cuff him, Lupin jumped out of the window into the Alps below, sending Pops face-first into the floor. As Pops got back on his feet, he saw a helicopter rising from below, piloted by Lupin's partners in crime, the gunslinger Daisuke Jigen and the Samurai Goemon Ishikawa. A ladder hung from the chopper, and clinging to it was Lupin, still holding the bag of jewels. "GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, LUPIN!" "Arrivederci, Pops! Let's do this again sometime, okay?" The helicopter flew away as Zenigata yelled after them. "I SWEAR ON MY BADGE I'LL GET YOU, LUPIN! YOU HEAR ME?! ON MY BADGE!!!!" 100 miles off the coast of Venice, Italy “So, how much money you think we’ll get for all of this?” Jigen inquired, stroking his pointed beard. "Enough to buy a mansion. Not that we're in short supply of those." Lupin said. Goemon chimed in, "It would buy us all the finest Soba we could ever eat." "Dear God, Goemon, don't you ever eat anything other than Japanese food? You're in friggin' Italy, the land of pizza and Risotto! Do as the Romans do!" Jigen chastized, slightly irritated by Goemon's picky appetite. "Relax, Jigen. Let the man enjoy his traditions" Lupin said. Fujiko Mine, Lupin's on-and-off girlfriend, got some wine from the cooler stashed on the boat and poured everyone some drinks. "I suppose this calls for a celebration." "It wasn't anything special really, just another day in the life of Lupin the Third!" Lupin bragged. "In any case, I think we should toast. To yet another successful heist!" All four of them raised their glasses and clinked them together before drinking their wine. A while of drinking later, Fujiko started feeling a slight twinge in her bladder. She moved closer to Lupin and whispered "Hey, Lupin, I kind of need the bathroom." Lupin broke the news to her bluntly, "Sorry, Fujicakes, but there's no toilet on this boat, and we're miles away from land. There's no way we'd make it back to shore in time." Fujiko pouted, "So I'm just going to have to hold it all day?!" "You could go over the side into the ocean" Goemon suggested. Fujiko couldn't believe her ears. She never figured Goemon for a joker. Did he not get the obvious issue? She chided him, "Don't be ridiculous! I can't do that as easily as you three can!" Jigen butted in, with very little words of consolation, "I dunno what to tell you, then. It's either that or wetting yourself." "Great, thanks for the help, Jigen! That really makes me feel better!" Fujiko responded sarcastically. Jigen threw up his arms in defeat "Jeez, all I did was state the facts." Fujiko sat back down, wallowing in her discomfort. The ocean waves made her need to go worse. But she continued to drink, despite her better judgement. Each second felt like it was stretched out to a minute, each minute to an hour. Over time, the wine kept adding up, filling her even more. She was so lost in her own head, thinking of nothing but how badly she needed to piss. She was almost completely zoned out, when she heard Lupin's voice: "Hey, Fujicakes, look over here!" She turned her head, and saw Lupin, with his dick in hand, pissing a golden stream into the Adriatic. He was giggling, and wore an ear-to-ear grin. "This feels amazing, wouldn't you agree my darling Fujiko?" Her face turned red. Red with embarassment, red with arousal, red with fury. But she just couldn't look away. She stared at his cock, and despite seeing it many times, the sight of it never got old. She snapped back to reality and screamed "Oh you are such a jerk, Lupin!" He finished and zipped back up and went back to what he was doing before. It was so unfair. It's easy for him. She couldn't point and shoot like he could. How she wished she had a penis right about now! Half an hour later, Fujiko was in really bad shape, curled up into a ball on the seat. She wanted to cry she needed to pee so bad. Why couldn't they have just gone back to shore? She could have held it until then. At least on land, she could have ducked behind a bush, or in an alleyway, or behind something. Anything to use as cover. There was no cover out here. She just had to grin and bear it, but she was not grinning in the slightest. Lupin saw how miserable Fujiko looked, and despite their constant backstabbing and one-upping each other, despite the breakups and emotional rollercoaster that is their relationship, he still hated seeing her so unhappy. He walked over and sat down next to her. "Hey, Fujiko, how are you holding up?" Oh she was holding quite well. For how much longer, she didn't know. "It hurts... I don't think I can hold it anymore." Lupin rubbed Fujiko's back, and tried to comfort her, saying "You don't have to. You can go over the side." "I can't just pee wherever I want like you men can! I don't have one of those!" She snapped at him. Realizing how angry she sounded, she apologized. "I-I'm sorry... I don't mean to... I just can't hold it. "Fujiko, did you forget who you're talking to? I'm Lupin the Third. The word 'impossible' isn't in my vocabulary!" A slight smile showed on her face, but quickly returned to a frown from her agonizing desperation. "What I mean is, It's harder for women to pee in many places, sure, but not impossible." She pondered the idea for a moment. Lupin consoled her, "Hey, Fujicakes, Did you forget how far we are from civilization? That means it's just us out here. No one's gonna see you. Just go." "But what about Jigen and Goemon? They'll see me." The other two overheard her worries, and voiced their assurances. Goemon was the first to "As a Samurai, it is against my code of honor to intrude on a woman's private business. I won't look." Jigen, who was laying on the seats on the opposite end of the boat, grumbled "I'm not interested. As long as you do it over there, away from me, then I don't give a crap." "Alright, I'll do it, but not one peek, promise?" Lupin smiled and said "I promise" before turning away from Fujiko, giving her her much needed privacy. She hobbled over to the side of the boat and hiked up her red-and-black striped dress, pulling down her panties as well. She hanged her butt over the side of the boat and immediately let the floodgates loose. A loud moan escaped her lips, and she quickly covered her mouth with one of her hands. She just couldn't help it, the relief felt as good as a thousand orgasms. It felt like an eternity passed before she was finally empty. Her stream went strong for a few minutes before tapering off and stopping. She bounced up and down to shake herself dry before pulling her panties back up and her dress back down. "Okay, you can look now." Lupin asked her, "Feel better?" Fujiko smiled and said "Yes, so much better. In fact, I think I can go for some more wine!" Lupin was pleased to hear his girlfriend in a happier mood. "Well then, let's open another bottle!" Although the two thieves have a genuine romantic connection, sadly, the nature of their work demands that they forever be at odds. Still, these small moments together are something to treasure, and just maybe, one day the two can retire together, if they really wanted to.

View File DLSL-133 DLSL-133 - Office spy camera preaching and pissing Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/27/2023 Category JAV Collections  

View File JVU-18147 An office woman pissing in the toilet multiple times throughout the course of a day. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/27/2023 Category JAV Collections  

Wow, it's been a while. Some years ago, I began the adventures of these two young ladies and their bladder mishaps, but I never completed them. At long last, that is what I am attempting to do. And so, without further ado: Chapter 1 - An Introduction Specific tags: one-piece swimsuit, messing Angelica was surprised by the request her mom casually made while pressing the button on her phone to end the call. Not shocked, but it was nonetheless unexpected for a couple of reasons. “That was Jeanne. She needs someone to babysit Lily on Saturday afternoon. Do you think you could do it?” These were the reasons: first, Angelica never considered herself to be much of babysitting material. She had no younger siblings and was often the youngest in whatever group she found herself in, and so had never really interacted with kids much. But none of that mattered for the second reason: Lily was far too old for it to be considered “babysitting” at all. She raised an eyebrow and moved her lips to the side in an expression of “huh?” while asking, “Lily’s in high school, isn’t she? Isn’t that a little old to be babysat?” Her mom let out a little sigh and clarified. “Yes, yes, not really babysitting…fine. But Jeanne and Derek will be out at the doctor’s for the afternoon, and they don’t want Lily to be all alone at home during that time. Can you do it?” Angelica’s expression turned more placid as she thought for half a second before answering, “Sure, why not.” But her eyebrows immediately furrowed again as she remembered something else. “Wait a minute. Isn’t she the one who pees her pants all the time?” Try as she might, she couldn’t suppress a little snicker as she asked it. Angelica’s mother’s face darkened as she fixed her daughter with one of her Looks. The tone of her answer matched her expression. “She has a sympathetic spastic bladder. Don’t laugh about it. Can you imagine if it was you who had that condition?” “Yeah, I guess so.” Angelica looked away, feeling a little guilty. “Okay then. I’ll text Jeanne and let her know your answer. I can drop you off there and then she’ll bring you back here once she’s back from her appointment.” Angelica’s mom turned and walked down the hallway, texting with one hand. ~*~*~*~*~ It was about a quarter after one on Saturday when Angelica and her mom started the forty-minute drive out to Lily’s house. The drive was mostly free of conversation, as Angelica idly passed the time on her phone, texting and Instagramming. It was more out of boredom than anything else, and she found her mind wandering. How did her mom know Mrs., uh….Jeanne? Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know the family’s last name. Her mom met Jeanne through…the PTA? Was that it? Something like that. Angelica shifted in her seat and pushed a strand of brown hair behind her left ear. She had never been to Lily’s house before—in reality, the two barely knew each other. Her mom was friends with Lily’s mom, but the friendship didn’t extend to their daughters. But Lily’s family was pretty well off, from what she knew. They lived out in a rural location, but they had a neighborhood watch and an in-ground pool. Angelica wished she had put on her bathing suit under her T-shirt and faded jeans—it was great swimming weather, in the warm-but-not-too-hot mid-June, and what better way for two young girls to spend an afternoon together? Her mom interrupted into her thoughts to reiterate what she had already told Angelica before they left: “Now, remember, Ange, even though you’re doing a favor for them, you are still the Wellses’—” (aha! that was the name) “—guest. I want you to remember that. Be respectful of them and their home. Understood?” Angelica breathed in and raised her head a little, still looking at her phone. “Yeah, mom. You told me that before we left.” “Well, I want to make sure you understand it. This is your only chance to make a good first impression.” She gave her daughter a smile and turned her attention back to the road. A guest—that was probably the real reason why she hadn’t worn her bathing suit. She didn’t want to seem like she was disrespecting the Wellses by inviting herself to their pool—either to them or to her mom. Well. There would probably be other things she could find to do. The sun was making it hard to see her phone screen, so she turned off the screen and dropped it between her thighs, before leaning against the door and letting the light pour across her face. As they drove past miles and miles of woods, the sunlight flashed in and out through the trees like a strobe light. With her eyes closed, the pulsating was almost hypnotic, and her thoughts wandered again. So, Lily was maybe two or three years younger than she herself was. Was she into anything interesting? Angelica was almost done with Gone with the Wind and wondered about what kinds of books Lily liked…if any. Hopefully she wouldn’t want to spend the whole time just talking about boys. It might be fun for a little bit, but there’s only so long that kind of conversation could go on. And…then her thoughts went back to where they kept slipping back to: Lily’s issue with wetting her pants. She stifled a laugh again thinking about it. It just seemed so…ridiculous. That someone at her age wouldn’t just have an accident, but actually be accident prone. Sure, there was always the occasional middle schooler or even high schooler that would pee themselves on a class trip, or during a test…but those incidents were rare enough that they would become the thing of legend for a few weeks or so, drifting on the winds of school gossip. But an ongoing issue? That was crazy. Had she just never been potty trained properly? Angelica couldn’t even remember the last time she had had an accident. Well, other than the one time in middle school at the Davises’ house, but she didn’t want to think about that. What had her mom called it? “Sympathetic spastic bladder.” Sympathetic. Kind of like sympathetic vomiting? Or pain? So…did that mean that if someone else needed to pee, it made her need to pee too? That was the best she could figure. But that seemed pretty common. Doesn’t that kind of thing happen to most people? Lily’s condition must just be a lot more severe. It must be, if she actually had wetting accidents from it. Man, that must be crazy. Angelica tilted her head back and tried to imagine what that must be like: bladder twitching and contracting, shifting from leg to leg, squeezing your thighs together hard to keep the flood inside…but then feeling yourself lose control, and pee flow out of you, despite your best efforts, all across your crotch and down your legs…as if on cue, Angelica’s own bladder gave an involuntary twitch and she took a quick intake of breath. Thankfully, she didn’t need to pee right now, but oh my goodness. She couldn’t even imagine how mortifying that would be. Trying to take her mind off it, she picked up her phone again from between her legs and went back to distracting herself. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering if Lily would have any…issues…today, though. But she knew better than to bring it up when there. ~*~*~*~*~ The hatchback crunched to a stop on the gravel drive and shut off. Both Angelica and her mom stepped out, stretching and breathing in the air. All around were woods, and no traffic could be heard. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the buzzing of cicadas and other insects. Mrs. Wells was already out the front door and coming up to meet them. “Tracy! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you for coming. And hello again, Angelica!” She gave each of them a hug when greeting them. Angelica had only met Mr. and Mrs. Wells once, but this sanguinity seemed to be standard behavior. She smiled back, “Hi. Thanks for having me over.” “Oh, it’s our pleasure. You’re really doing us a huge favor! We couldn’t find anyone else we trusted on such short notice.” She said this last part to Angelica’s mom, but it didn’t prevent a small swell of pride from rising up inside Angelica at being apparently being considered so valuable. “Here, come right this way. You can meet Lily.” Instead of leading them through the house, she walked over to the side and unlatched a small wrought-iron gate. “She’s in the pool in the back. Do you like to swim, Angelica? Did you happen to bring your bathing suit with you?” “Um, I do, but I didn’t bring it, no.” “Oh, that’s a shame. Maybe next time. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure there’s plenty for you to entertain yourself with.” They were at the backyard now, and Angelica could see the pool stretching out in the yard, its shiny blue surface looking absolutely tantalizing. At least she could put her feet in. Mrs. Wells called out, “Lily? The Carpenters are here. Come and say hello.” As they stepped out of the shade of the house and back into the sun, Angelica could see a very thin, shoulder-length blonde-haired girl raise her head out of the pool and then climb up the ladder and stand there dripping as she grabbed a SpongeBob towel and wrapped it around her black one-piece swimsuit. She was shorter than Angelica but also slenderer, but she was already sporting a healthy tan, unlike Angelica, who preferred to stay indoors more. When she spoke, Angelica noticed that she had her mother’s mouth and smile. “Hi. I’m Lily. Are you Angelica?” Angelica started to respond with a yes when Mrs. Wells cut in with a mildly chiding tone, “Now, Lily, what did I tell you? Be polite to our guest.” Lily blushed a little and revised, “Hello, Miss Angelica. Pleased to meet you.” Angelica couldn’t help but smile to herself as she realized that Lily’s mom probably made her daughter feel just as self-conscious about first impressions as her own mom. Lily started feeling less like a stranger to her and more like a potential friend. She stuck her hand out in her most mock-businesslike gesture and said in a playfully stern voice, “Pleased to make your acquaintance as well.” The two girls giggled as they shook hands a little too firmly, and Mrs. Wells laughed. “Well, look at you two! You’ll have a great time together. Derek and I will be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home here, Angelica. Have fun, and call us if you have any questions.” She turned off back to the path beside the house. From the other side, Angelica could hear the Wellses’ garage door opening and their car backing out. Angelica’s mom gave her a hug. “Have fun, sweetheart. Call me if you need anything.” She followed after Mrs. Wells with a parting wave. Angelica waved back, then turned back slowly, taking in all the details of the back yard. The house and yard were completely surrounded by woods, though there was still a privacy fence at the edge with a gate in the middle. That was at the far end of the yard, though, a good hundred feet away. Closer up there was a trampoline, then the pool, then the back patio which extended up to the back porch. There were two quad bikes parked close by the house, next to a couple of bushes. On the patio itself was an outdoor furniture set, with a glass-topped table in the center sporting a golf umbrella. On the table were an assortment of snacks, and an ice chest underneath boasted a bevy of soft drinks peeping their colorful heads out. “Wow…you’ve got a nice backyard…” Angelica led off tentatively. Lily gave a kind of half-hearted nod. “Yeah, it’s nice, I guess. I mean, yeah. Thanks.” “Must be kinda nice to have all this to yourself, huh?” “I guess. I mean, we’re kind of all alone out here. The nearest neighbor is like a mile away.” “Wow.” Angelica turned back toward the snack table. She hadn’t had much of a lunch and was both hungry and thirsty. “Oh, those are for you. Well, like, us. My mom wanted to make sure you felt appreciated.” Angelica looked up. “Just the two of us? Really? There’s enough here for like a whole party of people!” Lily shrugged. “Yup. That’s my mom.” She laughed a bit. “Seriously, though, have as much as you want. That’s why they’re there.” Angelica smiled on one side and looked back to the ice chest. Was there any ginger ale? Ginger ale was her favorite. Ah! There one was! She pulled it out, relishing the chilled surface of the aluminum and the drips of icy water down the sides. With a ksshhh she popped it open and took a sip, then coughed as the bubbles went into her nose. Lily sidled up next to the ice chest and popped open a Sprite. Angelica by now had found a bag of Chips Ahoy and began munching on them. Lily gulped down some Sprite and then asked, “So, Miss Angelica, do you like to swim?” Angelica finished washing down some cookie and suppressed a burp. “Yeah, I do, but I don’t have a swimsuit with me.” “Aw, that’s too bad. I love swimming. It’s like, literally my favorite thing to do during the summer. But it’s more fun with more people.” “Do you have any friends around?” “Haha, no one lives around. Not walking distance, at least. I really only see friends at school.” “Oh, that’s too bad.” Angelica tried to burp discreetly. Lily laughed. “What is it?” asked Angelica. Lily kept laughing. “That face you made! It was like, your eyes crossed.” She imitated it. “No they didn’t! I didn’t look like that!” Angelica protested good-naturedly. “You really did!” And then, most likely from laughing, Lily also burped, but much louder. This sent both girls into a fit of giggles. Angelica felt good. It seemed like the two of them might really click. ~*~*~*~*~ Almost two hours had passed. Angelica and Lily had chatted for a while, talking about Lily’s pets (an iguana and a guinea pig), historical fiction (Lily wasn’t as into reading but did like some historical movies), the vacation the Wells family would be taking soon to the Bahamas, and just whatever. They dangled their feet in the water for a while, eating snacks and drinking soda, before Lily wanted to go back to swimming, and so Angelica sat on the chaise lounge with another ginger ale after putting her shoes back on to keep her feet from getting sunburnt. Eventually conversation died down and Lily swam by herself while Angelica went back to her phone. Instagram was interrupted by a text from Jackie, a friend of hers from school. hey Ange Angelica tilted the screen away from the sun and squinted to better see past the glare. Holding the phone with two hands, she used her thumbs to reply. Hey Jackie Whats up? wyd the librarys doing a free movie want to come ? Cool, what time? And what movie in like fiften minutes Tangled I think Sorry, I can’t make it sounds fun though. ah you suckkkk haha Why cant u come tho My mom asked me to be with the Wells’ daughter while they’re out. whos that you know Lily? o yeah isnt she the one who pees her pants alot? Yeah, that’s her. Angelica looked up at Lily, who was currently lazily performing a backstroke. She felt a little weird about Lily’s condition being brought up, thinking that just a few hours ago, it was the main identifying feature she knew about Lily. Now to hear someone else express the same perspective after being able to spend some time getting to know Lily as a person was somewhat jarring. She had actually forgotten about Lily’s bladder until Jackie’s text, and she felt a pang of guilt in her gut when remembering her morbid fascination on the drive out, even half-hoping that she would see the effects. She also felt a pang of something else, a little lower in her body. Her phone then buzzed a “Low Battery” alert, which brought her back to the text conversation. wow that’s cray has she had to go pee a lot ? No, she seems normal. She’s nice. We’ve been getting to know each other. Does she like wear diapers or somthing? Angelica brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and shifted in her seat. This talk about peeing was making her have to go herself. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the ginger ale from the can before putting it on the table next to her, noticing only then that it was her fourth overall. That was actually a lot of soda. No she doesn’t. Anyway, can we talk about something else? It’s making me have to pee. haha I feel u girl well, sorry u cant comeee Thanks. Have fun Her phone buzzed another “Low Battery” alert. She saw that there was only 2% left and thought she should probably put the phone away. Right after putting it in her pocket, though, another text came in. pee pee rivers waterfalls She laughed at Jackie’s antics, but not before feeling Jackie’s desired effect in a contraction in her bladder. She leaned forward in her seat and typed back. Jackie! Not funny. Lol But then her phone gave one final buzz as the screen went out. The battery had died. Angelica took the cue and stood up from the chaise lounge, stretching and feeling the sun on her skin again after being under the golf umbrella. Her bladder was beginning to hurt. She really should go and use the bathroom now. She stepped up the patio and onto the back porch. Taking hold of the handle of the sliding glass door, she pulled on it. The door wouldn’t move. It took her a moment to register what happened. Then she gave another tug, this time with both hands. Nothing. The door was locked. Having the prospect of relief be so close and then denied her sharply intensified her need to go. Her bladder suddenly contracted, and she gasped and had to bend over to keep from leaking. She stood there for a few seconds, hands on her thighs, trying to figure out what to do. She was now starting to get genuinely worried. It might be over another hour before the Wellses came back, and she didn’t know if she could wait that long. Unbidden, her thoughts from the car ride earlier started to drip—drift!—back into her head: the feeling of desperation, of holding back with all your strength only to lose control anyway, of the spreading warm wetness… Her bladder spasmed again and she had to quickly grab her crotch to keep from letting anything out. No! She couldn’t let herself think like that. Honestly, she had probably had to go this badly before, on car trips or whatever. She would be fine. Of course she would. But her stomach was now feeling full of butterflies and gave an ominous gurgle. Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward the pool and walked out onto the patio. “Lily?” she called out. Lily raised her head up and shifted from floating to treading water. “What is it, Miss Angelica?” Angelica hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the back door. “I need to use the bathroom, but I think the back door is locked.” She tried to keep her voice steady, but she could tell that it came out a little higher pitched than normal. The look that came over Lily’s face did not make Angelica feel any more at ease. It was clearly a look of concern, but had a flash of something more for a second…something almost like fear. She climbed out of the pool again, did a quick dry-off with her towel before wrapping it around herself, then came up the porch as well. Angelica was shifting her legs back and forth at this point, trying to look less urgent than she felt. The pool water dripping off Lily wasn’t helping at all. Lily grabbed the door handle and gave it a firm tug. Just as when Angelica tried it, it didn’t budge. She cupped her hands and peered through the glass for a few seconds, even though Angelica was sure that they both knew the house was empty. Angelica took the opportunity to rub her thighs up and down while Lily couldn’t see her. “Yeah, it’s locked. I guess Mom or Dad locked it accidentally before leaving.” She paused and scanned the back wall of the house. “Do you have to go pretty bad?” Angelica felt too self-conscious to answer honestly, and besides, wasn’t Lily’s condition sympathetic? She tried to downplay how she felt. “Uh, well, I need to go, but I’ll be okay.” She gave a weak smile, hoping to convince herself as well as Lily. “Okay.” Lily’s answer didn’t seem entirely genuine. After a few seconds of awkward silence, during which Angelica was finding it difficult to stand still, she decided to swallow her pride. “Do you know if there’s another way into the house? A side door…an open window?” She tried to say it in a way that would almost make it sound like a joke, but instead of laughing, Lily turned slowly toward Angelica with a pale expression. “So you do have to go pretty bad…huh?” Angelica noticed that Lily started to shift from one foot to the other. “I just…I need to…use the bathroom. Yeah. I do.” She admitted it in the hope that Lily would know a solution and she would be provided with relief. Instead, saying it out loud just made her need more intense, as if her psychological barriers were starting to wear thin. She started to bob up and down a little in spite of herself, and her stomach churned again. Without warning, a fart slipped out, thankfully unheard over the cicadas. Her hands involuntarily shot to her butt before she realized it and moved them back down to her sides, blushing. Lily swallowed and answered, “The windows are probably all latched shut to keep the A/C inside. The only other door is the front door…but it’s normally locked.” “Is there a spare key or something? Anything you can think of?” Her voice had an audible tremor at this point. Lily’s eyes brightened. “Oh good idea! I think so. I know we used to have one…let’s go try and find it.” She stepped off the porch and towards the side walkway with Angelica following. As soon as she reached the path, though, she suddenly drastically slowed her pace. The delay caused a spike of irritation to shoot through Angelica, perfectly in sync with a spike of pain through her lower abdomen. She clenched both her teeth and sphincter, then realized what made Lily slow down so much. She was still barefoot from the pool and the path was paved with gravel. It must have been painful and slow going for her. Pity made her regret her irritation, and she said, “I can go check, since you’re barefoot. Where did you keep the key?” “Thanks. Under the rock at the corner where the right side of the front path meets the porch.” She gestured with her hands to demonstrate. “Okay. And…see if you can find any way in back here.” “Okay, I’ll do that.” She turned back to the grass of the back yard. As soon as she was by herself, Angelica started walking faster. She was still keeping all her muscles rigid in an attempt to prevent any from accidentally relaxing. She was sure that if anyone saw her, it would be super obvious that she had to pee. Against her will, her thoughts began to wander. I can’t believe I have to pee this bad…this morning I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to pee this bad…is this what it feels like for Lily?...my bladder is gonna pop and my crotch is tingling… Gotta keep it in. Gotta keep it in. I can do this. Yes. I can do this. I’ll just go and get the key, and then sweet relief…to be able to let it all out… No! Can’t think of that. Gotta stay focused. She had to stop and cross her legs for a few seconds, doubling over as she did so. Her stomach gave another unwelcome rumbling. She felt like there was more gas, but didn’t want to risk trying to let any out. Of course I’ll make it. That’s what normal people do. They don’t pee themselves. I’m way too old to pee myself. I’ll be fine. Her walk relaxed slightly, letting her speed up some more. There, now. That was the way to do it. See, she’d be fine. Just fine. Her bladder was still twinging when she opened the wrought-iron gate and stepped onto the front lawn, but she ignored it. Relief was near. Soon, this would be nothing but a memory of a close call and everything would be okay, nothing to fear. Anticipation was sending needles through her bladder and she clenched harder as she came up to the spot Lily had described to her. There was the rock. Just…move it to the side…and… Nothing. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her face blanched. This was her only hope of getting inside, and now it was gone. It was supposed to be there, but it was gone! Her bladder tightened and she could feel the tension go all the way into her thighs. Her brain reeled. Maybe the Wellses would be back early? But there was no way to know. Maybe they would know some other way in? But her phone died—how could she reach them? Maybe a neighbor’s house? But there was no one…the nearest neighbor was “like a mile away,” according to Lily. In one last burst of desperation, she scrambled around the front garden, overturning rocks, lifting pots, feeling through the soil, trying to find a key anywhere, anywhere at all. Her bladder was on fire. She dashed up to the front door—maybe it was unlocked? But no, tugging and pushing and slamming against the heavy oak yielded no hope of entry. She stumbled back, off the porch, sweat beading on her forehead, her eyes darting back and forth, hoping beyond hope for some cracked window, some miraculous entry. But she found nothing. The house loomed over her, imposing, resolute, unyielding. It felt like a black hole opened in her soul, draining out her resolve in a spectral pull of despair mingled with resignation. There was nothing left to do but give in…give in and… Her bladder spasmed again, and this time, her clenched sphincter muscles were not strong enough to stop it. A spurt of hot urine surged into her underwear, and at the same time, another fart burst out of her behind. She gasped loudly, wide-eyed, and jammed a hand into her crotch to keep any more from leaking out. Back yard. Now. Maybe Lily found a way in. She tried to move as quickly as possible down the path past the gate again, but found she had to keep her hand in her crotch, intermittently squeezing, which slowed her down considerably. At this point, she didn’t even care if Lily saw her like this. She just had to hold on. She had to. Somehow being in a secluded place on the side of the house caused her desperation to shoot up in sharper and stronger waves than before. She was moving as fast as she could, but kept having to stop to keep from losing control. Panic made her thoughts roil. I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself oh crap oh crap I can’t believe this is happening to me Is this because I made fun of Lily But I didn’t really make fun of her I swear I can’t wet myself I’ve gotta hold on Can’t let go oh crap Can’t let go Can’t let go Despite holding herself, she felt another spurt leak out into her panties, which now felt hot and sticky against her private parts. She tried to control her breathing. She could still make it with minimal damage done. If only I’d brought my swimsuit I could just pee in the pool All nice and warm To just relax If only I could just relax and let go Let go Let go oh crap oh crap I can’t I can’t Mincing her way further, teeth clenched, tears began forming in her eyes. It would feel so good to just let go No! No I can’t! Yes just let go Just let go No! No! No! Yes! Yes! Yes! She spurted again. Then again, this time a little longer. The whole time, she was passing gas in little bursts as well. She was almost to the end of the walkway, but she could feel her hand getting warm and damp. She jammed her other hand into her crotch as well, holding on for all she was worth with both hands. She rounded the corner at last, head down, eyes wide, breathing heavy, heart racing. She knew there would definitely be a wet spot in her crotch, but she didn’t know how bad. Right now she just had to keep it from getting any worse. She could hear Lily come running up, but it seemed distant, like in a dream. Just like in a horror movie, when the bandages are sloooowly peeled away to reveal the villain’s disfigurement, she gingerly lifted her hands away from her crotch. Her legs were bent inward, knees together and shaking, and she could feel her face go white as she saw the damage. Her jeans were clearly wet and dark all around her crotch, in an area about the size of a dessert plate. The wetness went slightly further down her right thigh, and the fabric was glistening at the center of her crotch. It was, all in all, very obvious that she had had a pee accident. Her breath caught and her heart was jackhammering in her skull. As if from far away, she could hear Lily’s voice— “Miss Angelica? I couldn’t find any way in back here. Did you find the key?” That was the last straw. With a groan, Angelica felt all her willpower and muscles give way at once. She sank to her knees as the floodgates opened, with no stopping them now. It was like a faucet had been turned on in her pants. She watched, as if in a trance, as the wet spot rapidly darkened and grew shiny, then spread voraciously across her crotch and down her thighs. She just kept breathing in and out, in and out, powerless to do anything but watch. She could feel the wetness spread to her butt and then pour out in a stream directly onto the patio. Two puddles formed, one at each knee, and then they merged and were supplemented by the bigger puddle forming under her rear. She could hear the sharp hssssss as she emptied her bladder, combined with the splashing of the urine underneath her. The waves of desperation gave way to ecstasy as relief finally came, but it was darkened by the heavy overshadowing sense of extreme embarrassment and shame of having actually wet her pants. Here she was, just a few hours ago unable to conceive of how anyone could lose bladder control and have an accident, and now she was experiencing just that. The tears that had formed in her eyes overflowed, and her heavy breathing shifted into soft sobs at her plight. She continued going to the bathroom in her pants for over half a minute before the flow finally tapered off. For what seemed like a small eternity, there was silence. Even the cicadas had died down. The only sounds that could be heard were the quiet sniffles of Angelica as she wiped the tears from her reddened cheeks and the muffled drip…drip…drip of the last of her urine from her pants. Now that she was actually done, the wetness was starting to feel very cold. Her head still down, Angelica couldn’t see Lily’s reaction. Eventually, Lily broke the silence. “Miss Angelica?” Her voice sounded like she was going to be sick. “Miss Angelica, I—” Then she made a kind of choking sound and was silent. The next thing Angelica heard was a spattering, splashing sound. But she had finished peeing—what could that be? And it was coming from in front of her… She raised her head to meet Lily’s eyes, but her gaze only got halfway. It stopped on Lily’s feet, where Angelica could see a yellow puddle growing. Her eyes were drawn upwards, where she could see urine pouring out of the crotch of Lily’s black swimsuit, splashing in streams between her thighs, and coursing in rivulets down each of her legs. She watched, transfixed, for several seconds, then looked up at Lily’s face. Lily stood there open-mouthed, pale, and speechless. Her arms were rigid at her sides, and she seemed completely unable to make any effort to stop Nature’s course whatsoever. Angelica watched as Lily also emptied her bladder into her clothes, and felt her own body give way once more. She felt her panties rewarm as one final jet of urine came out, but then her intestines rumbled. She gasped again and leaned forward, grabbing her butt, but not before she lost control and felt, one, two, three, four, five small pieces of poop pop out unbidden into her underwear. She could feel the wetness pull away from her skin as her underwear now sagged down from the seat of her pants due to the extra weight. Lily was still pale, but seemed to have finished peeing. She spoke, her voice hoarse, but with a new element of shock in her tone. “Miss Angelica, did you just…?” Angelica tried to lean back on her knees again, but her legs were too shaky. Instead, she lost her balance and fell with a splish on her butt in her own pee puddle, wincing as the poop in her panties was unceremoniously squished across her bottom. She couldn’t speak. She was in too much shock. Instead she just sat there and covered her face with her hands, trying to pretend this had all been a bad dream. ~Aftermath~ After gaining her composure, Angelica stiffly told Lily to clean up herself in the pool and the puddles with her towel, which would then also be washed off in the pool. At least swimsuits were designed to get wet. She on the other hand walked gingerly to the gate in the privacy fence, opened it, walked about fifty feet into the woods on the other side, and then, once she made sure no one was around, took off her shoes and socks and peeled off her jeans. Gosh, she was so stupid. She could have just peed in the woods when she had the chance. Trying to keep as much of her mess contained as possible, she pulled down her panties and made a face of disgust at herself. She then threw the panties into the underbrush and pulled her jeans back on, wincing at the roughness of the denim. She then walked back into the back yard, carrying her shoes and socks, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and then jumped in the pool. At Lily’s expression of surprise, all Angelica had to do was give her a stern look for her to understand: this way, her parents would never have to know what happened. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in awkward silence. Lily sat next to the pool (she didn’t trust how clean the water was anymore) and Angelica on the chair. She didn’t touch any more soda. Lily’s parents ended up arriving about forty minutes later, and Angelica had a strange kind of feeling of vindication when realizing that she really would not have been able to wait until they arrived. When they asked about why she was all wet, Angelica made up a story about goofing around near the pool and accidentally falling in. She kept all other answers to questions about the afternoon short, but with enough affected pep as to avoid suspicion. She made sure to say nothing about the locked back door, knowing that it would likely raise further questions—notably about where all the soda they drank went. Once Mrs. Wells dropped her off at her home, Angelica gave the same kinds of answers to her mom, determined to make sure that no one else ever found out about what happened. One week later, however, Lily was walking home from the bus stop. She and some friends had just gotten back from watching a movie and parted ways. The bus stop was nearly a mile walk from her house, but it was shorter to cut through the woods and come in through the back yard. Lily was walking quickly, already needing to use the bathroom. She remembered all too well the incident the previous week, and that the only reason her parents hadn’t found out what happened was because of Angelica’s resourcefulness. She was almost to the gate to her back yard when she was distracted by a loud buzzing off to the left. Curious, she looked that direction, then stepped carefully into the underbrush. The source of the buzzing was a swarm of flies, all acutely interested in something obscured by the leaves. As she drew nearer, a nasty smell hit her and she wrinkled her face and pinched her nose. She knew what it was. Ever since that incident, she had wondered how Angelica had cleaned up her poop accident. Now she knew. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like a train wreck; she had to see. She haltingly drew back the plants with one hand and looked down. There, stiff and wrinkled from drying out in the open air, were a pair of pink bikini-cut panties, with a sickly brown load of poop completely covering the seat. Lily could feel herself losing control. It always felt the same way. The same sensation of being a stranger in your own body, of psychological resolve dissipating. She ran through the gate and across the yard, her breathing ragged, with one hand in her crotch in a vain attempt to stop the flow. As she sped across the grass, the wet spot gradually spread out on either side of her hand and down one leg of her jean shorts. She reached the back door and translated her momentum into forcefully sliding the door open, but she was jarringly stopped short by the fact that the door was locked. Again. She banged on the door with her free hand, yelling for someone inside to hear her, her other hand getting wetter and wetter as she continued leaking, urine now dripping from the cuff of her left leg and trickling down her thigh. She remembered what had happened the previous week and Angelica’s plight, including what ended up happening to her, as a new pressure built up in her abdomen. It was unfortunate, but apparently inevitable, then, that Lily’s mom came to the door a minute later and found her daughter red-faced and sobbing, a puddle under her soaked tennis shoes and a load in her shorts.

Hi Omo Lovers! Presenting a new character for all of you. Please welcome Ms. Yana, the sexiest office lady who will go any lengths to hold her pee and act professionally. Releasing the story soon. . .

So, I've been writing some stories, not really to post, but just as a way of fleshing out my own fantasies. They mostly have too much sex to post here and too much pee to post to regular erotica sites. This is my shot at making a wetting story that's dripping sexuality without actually having any sex in it. Also, as a note, I have never read or watched the original Fifty shades that my title riffs on, and I'm not going to do research for a pee smut story I wrote in a single sitting. I just know it's got a rich bossy guy and thought the title was funny. Anyway, enjoy! Fifty Shades of Yellow First day at a new job. Starting work for a new boss was always a heady mix of fear and excitement, but today was something else entirely. He was very demanding of his assistants. Sir. That was how I was to address him. Just Sir. The middle manager who had hired me last week told me never to waste his time saying his full name. Never waste his time for anything. The manager, John maybe, or maybe Jack, I don't remember, anyway he had some J name. It wasn't important because I only reported to Sir. Josh or whoever had really run me through a gauntlet of an interview, but when I had passed he'd given me all sorts of crazy instructions on how to make this guy happy. I'm not even sure if it was all real or if he was yanking my chain half the time. "Let's screw with the new girl, see what the dumbest thing we can get her to do is!" Of course, I was used to these high-flying executive types wanting an assistant to do everything, and I mean everything, for them, and boy was this guy a real high flyer. Founder and CEO of one of these tech giants, this guy was worth billions. Billions and billions. He probably lost ten million every time he stopped working to brush his teeth, so it's no wonder he expects me to handle every part of his life that wasn't work for him. I wonder if I'll have to brush his teeth, too. Jake forgot to mention it, though, if I do. What Jordan had remembered to tell me, though, was more than enough to make me nervous. "He doesn't do anything for himself that you can do for him. You take notes of everything he says, does, or even thinks. You open his doors. You pull out his chairs. If he walks towards the Red Sea, you'd better figure out how to part it before he gets there. You're his wife, and his mother. If his actual mother calls, you talk to her about her day for him." That one had to be a joke, right? "He also likes to look at beautiful things. He lives in a beautiful house in a beautiful place. His watch costs more than your whole family. You need to be a part of that scenery. Do you have pearls? He likes a woman in pearls. If you don't have any, go buy some, he pays plenty." I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing the pearl choker necklace and matching stud earrings I'd picked out for today, and nothing else. He might be on to something; I did have a certain elegant eroticism wearing them. After trying on a few outfits to match, I decided on a simple black pencil skirt and a white blouse. A lacy white thong and bra set on underneath, just in case it would matter. In case he wanted to see. I buttoned one fewer of my blouse buttons than my mom would have approved of, slipped into a pair of low black heels, and headed off to work. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was the extra cup of coffee I'd had to ensure that I was perky and alert for my new boss, but I really had to pee when I arrived at the high rise office building. I walked into a lavishly decorated lobby, and the tinkling sounds of a magnificent fountain only added to the tingling need between my thighs. I tried instead to focus on the sounds of the grand piano a tuxedo clad man was playing in the corner as I approached the front desk. "Hi, I'm-" I began as I strode forward, heels clacking loudly on the marble flooring. "Yes, miss, I know who you are. Head on up; he's waiting." "Already? I'm thirty minutes ear-". Again, I was cut off abruptly. "Yes, and he arrived 45 minutes early to get you up to speed before the day really begins. He doesn't like to wait." "Oh. Ok," I stammered out. "It's just, I really," I leaned forward, blushing, and whispered, "have to, you know, use the ladies room first. Where is it?" "He. Doesn't. Like. To. Wait. Go up now, pee later. Top floor, Miss, this card key will let you up." As I rode the gold plated elevator I wondered what the hell that was all about? I get being in a hurry, but who doesn't let a lady relieve herself? Some over-enthusiastic nobody at the front desk trying to get noticed, that's who. The boss is sure to ask a lot but maybe he won't be that crazy. Anyway, the pay is insane, and its not like I couldn't hold it until after he got through feeling big and telling me all the usual "you exist to serve me, you sleep when I sleep and I never sleep ha ha" stuff these types always had to power trip on. A shiver of desperation went down my spine. That didn't mean I was losing control; my bladder just wanted to remind me the clock was ticking. I clenched my thighs together as I looked up to check how many floors were left. Right as I started to give myself a squeeze to help resist another wave of urgency, I noticed the security camera right next to the floor indicator, and had to pretend I was using my hand to brush a piece of lint from my little black skirt instead. After another eternal minute trying to pee dance as subtly as possible, the elevator dinged and came to a stop. I had hoped to sneak into a bathroom in the hallway before heading into his office, but apparently the entire top floor was his office. The doors slid open and I stepped out directly up to his secretary's desk. The young man smiled as he waved me in, too caught up talking rapidly into his headset to even say hello. Now that I had something to do other than stand still and think about it, my need to pee had somewhat abated. It was still there, and I'd still have to deal with it soon, but I could manage to sit or stand lady-like for whatever additional instructions he had to give me. After a brief moment to make sure my clothes and hair were still tidy and proper after my commute, and to let another pee-shiver pass through me, I went in. "Ah, you've arrived. I'll forgive your tardiness this one time. Come stand here in the center of the room. Yes, just there, under the light." "I'm sorry, sir, I thought I was early." "And yet, I had to wait. I do not wait on you. You wait on me. You do not ask me for things, I command things from you. This is to be the nature of our relationship. I call it a relationship only because I expect everything from you at all times, and will pay you more money than you likely know what to do with in return. You may be with me all night at times, but entertain no ideas that that will lead to...intimacy. The woman you replace sought to get pregnant by me. She was greedy for a payout beyond her salary, and so now she is gone, and you are here. Don't mess up, Miss." All through his monologue, my need to pee only grew more insistent. I didn't know how much longer I could hold on, but I didn't dare ask to be excused after a speech like that. I wasn't to ask him for anything, so I tightened my pussy muscles and answered, "Yes, Sir. What may I do for you, Sir?" "Undress. Keep your jewelry on." "I'm sorry, sir, did you ask me to undress?" "I did, and I'll add that I have no intention of repeating myself to you in the future. It's true that I have no intention of sleeping with you, yet I require you to be beautiful," and he gestured to various paintings and sculptures around the room, including what was possibly the original Venus de Milo, "the same way I require my body guard to be intimidating." Again he gestured, this time to a professionally terrifying mountain of a man I had not previously noticed lurking in the shadows. Apparently, I had not understood how literally I was to take my previous instructions to be eye candy. I was more like one more piece of artwork for his collection. It didn't occur to me to refuse. More than the money this job entailed, he himself had a commanding authority I felt a need to submit to. I undressed, not in an erotic strip tease as I might for a lover, but rather simply disrobing so that he might evaluate me as he likely had each of his nude sculptures before declaring them worthy to inhabit his domain. He examined me slowly, thoroughly, pacing in circles around me as I stood stone-still. I had been naked in front of men before, but never felt so vulnerable as I did under the lights and his gaze. In a way, it was exhilarating, but all the while I was desperate to pee, and equally desperate not to show I needed to pee. "Lovely face, of course I knew that already from your profile." Another shiver ran down my spine. "Breasts are sufficiently large, and very perky as well." My legs trembled with the effort to hold it in. "Gorgeous long legs, toned, leading up to firm buttocks. Yes, that will do nicely. You must keep still, though." "Yes, sir, I will." My body betrayed my words, though, and a large spasm of desperation shook my whole body. "I said, be still." "Yes, sir, sorry." "It's fine. I suppose you're just cold. Just take a wider stance so I can see your vulva, and then you may get dressed again." I did as I was told, but spreading my legs took my desperation to a level I didn't believe was possible. He took his sweet time looking at my pussy, and it took every ounce of strength I could summon not to piss all over his face. He must have noticed me literally vibrating with the effort, and began to get irritated with me. "If you can't stand still while I look at you, this might not be a good fit after all." "I'm sorry, sir." I was now fighting to keep control of my voice as well as my bladder. "It's just I drank too much coffee and I'm nervous and I couldn't go to the ladies room when I got here because you were already waiting and now I really have to pee so bad and taking my panties off only me it worse but you told me not to ask you for anything so I was trying to wait." It all came spilling out of me. The words, that is, not the pee. Not yet. It made me feel like such a silly school girl to gush like that in front of such a powerful man. "Oh," he said. "I'm finished examining you anyway, so you may urinate quickly and then we'll get to work." "Oh thank you, sir." I said, now holding myself openly with one hand while I hobbled over to where I had laid my clothes. "Where's the restroom?" "Oh, I don't have time for that. Just go where you stand." I had started getting dressed with my panties, and had just finished pulling them up when he told me this. He couldn't be serious, but I also couldn't ask him, and I definitely couldn't afford to stand around thinking about it. I looked at his eyes, and he gave me a curt nod with a "go on" circular hand motion. Beyond that, he simply sat, watching me, and waiting. And he hated waiting. Looking back, I suppose I could've at least pulled my panties to the side. It's just hard to think straight when you have to pee that bad and the most powerful man alive tells you to hurry up and go. I took my hands out from where they had been frantically squeezing my pee hole shut, stood up tall with my bare breasts held high, and finally let go. At first, nothing happened except the electric tingle radiating from between my thighs grew ten fold. I'd never felt anything that intense down there, and I didn't know if I would pee, orgasm, or die from it. Finally, he spoke a single word, "pee." My body obeyed his command as it had not obeyed my own. A hot torrent of pee gushed from between my lips. A solid stream hissed through my lacy thong as if it weren't there and splattered nosily against the exquisite marble between my feet. Tiny rivulets of warmth spurted from either side of the insubstantial strip of fabric, snaking their ways down my thighs. The pee running down my legs and the pee splashing up from the floor met at my knees, and along with the pee soaking slowly up the back of my thong between my ass checks, I was completely soaked in it from the waist down. Fully relaxed, and yet with an indescribable tension thrumming through my whole body, I fully emptied my bladder in front of him. He watched me wet myself with the same look of disinterested appraisal as he had examined my figure, yet the plainly visible tent he was pitching in the front of his expensive suit pants told me he was enjoying the show. I was enjoying giving him the show, too. It was bliss to finally pee, and it felt even better because I was submitting to his command to pee. It was like my bladder had found the master it had always secretly longed to serve. As my pee stream slowed to a trickle and then just a drip, I pushed one more short but powerful spurt out, just for him. "Very good, Miss, very good. Are you ready to work now?" "Yes, sir," I answered him breathlessly, heat flushing my trembling body. "Good. Put the rest of your clothes on and inform the cleaning staff that you've had an accident in my office. We'll be headed down to the conference room to have a board meeting in five minutes, and I need you taking notes, not mopping up urine." "Yes, sir." As I got dressed, leaving my pee-soaked panties on under my professional yet sexy outfit, he added one more instruction. "One more thing, Miss" "Yes, sir?" "In the future, don't waste my time fidgeting around. You will be managing my schedule, so you will know when your opportunities to urinate will be. If you can't hold it until then, then spare no time or attention trying to do the impossible. Just go." *** I worked for him for many years after that, and I never once asked him if I could slip off to go pee. Most days, that just involved holding it a little. I was allowed to go when he was going, and he didn't seem to need to go half as often as I did. So I learned to hold it really well and show no outward signs of my desperation. Every now and then, though, I couldn't make it. A couple times a month, or maybe once a week, I wet my panties. It was usually an accident, but sometimes he told me to do it as he had that first day. Those times he always watched. He never did anything else, he never touched me, but he always watched, and he always got hard watching.

A little over a year ago, I posted a story about a young woman on a very desperate business trip. In the time that followed, I decided to write a sequel to that story, inspired and encouraged in large part by fellow user @Apan, who planted the seed for the idea and helped me get it started. In any case, I'm happy to announce it's finally complete. As usual, I'll be posting it in parts due to its length, starting with the first bit here. The remaining parts will be posted in the coming days, so stay tuned! Enjoy! Abby: Boardroom Despair Part 1 Abigail Moore had woken up this morning with gusto, because today was an important day. It had been marked on her calendar for two weeks, and she’d been preparing for it just as long, spending many long hours poring over documents and crunching numbers to fully ensure she was ready for the task at hand. Today, she would be meeting with one of her company’s biggest client corporations, a well-known defense contractor in the area by the name of Rosen Industries, and in the short year that she had been employed at her firm as a financial advisor, this was by far the biggest project that she had been delegated to take on. Rosen Industries had recently announced their plan to expand their business, an undertaking which was quite significant to Abby’s firm, given their vital involvement with the finances of the operation. And Abby, working in tandem with her boss Mrs. Wilkins, was at the center of it all. It was, without a doubt, a significant milestone in her career and an incredible opportunity to showcase her talents and impress her higher-ups. Being one of the youngest employees at just 25 years of age, it was hard enough to get noticed, so she had no intention of letting this chance go to waste. Knowing how important professionalism would be on this day, she’d dressed for the occasion quite sharply, having planned out an outfit the night before. For her top, she’d picked out a collared, red satin blouse, just slightly loose so that the ripples of the fabric fell nicely over her ample chest, the top button undone, showing off just a bit of cleavage. Down below, she’d gone with a tight gray pencil skirt which hugged the soft curves of her thighs and buttocks, stretching down to just below her knees. Underneath, her legs were wrapped in mid-brown tights, and the package was completed by her favorite pair of black high heels which decorated her feet. It was a very elegant and professional attire, perfectly suited for the importance of the day, and having admired herself in her bedroom mirror, she felt quite confident in them. She would take any amount of confidence she could get, because as excited as she was, there were plenty of nerves bubbling up within her at the prospect of the upcoming events. Those nerves had not disappeared as she sat in her car now, a nagging reminder that she could not afford to mess up today. This day had to be perfect, and she would make sure of that. She relaxed her grip on her steering wheel as she sped down the highway, breathing deeply to calm herself down. You’re going to do great, Abby, there’s nothing to be worried about. She knew she was fully prepared, all she had to do was keep a straight head and do her job as she’d always done. As she drove, she let the hum of the engine fill her mind as she contemplated the day’s proceedings for what must’ve been the hundredth time. Her morning had already gotten off to a different start than usual: normally, she’d make her typical thirty-minute commute to her office, but today she was to go directly to the office of Rosen Industries, where she’d meet up with the company head, Susan Patterson, along with her own boss Mrs. Wilkins and several others from both companies. This office was quite a bit further away, setting her up with a nice two-hour drive to start off the morning. Abby didn’t mind though; it gave her some nice quiet time to herself to get into the right mindset. She’d left the house at 6:45am, timing for a 9 o’clock arrival, which was the agreed upon meeting time. Not wanting to risk being late, she’d kept up a constant high speed, making good time on the road. She did, however, make one stop half-an-hour into the drive. Having spotted the all too familiar Starbucks logo on a hanging road sign, she’d been compelled to pull into the little shop, ever the coffee lover she was. She’d already had her usual cup of morning coffee at home, but she’d always pour herself another one when she arrived at work. That option wasn’t available today, so instead the answer to her caffeine craving had come in the form of a large 24-ounce cup of cold brew, which she’d proceeded to gulp down in all of fifteen minutes. The empty cup rattled in the cupholder next to her now as the car went over a bump, but Abby drove on undeterred. The coffee stop had only cost her five minutes, but she still liked to be early whenever she could. After all, this was the first time she was meeting these company representatives, and first impressions matter. The plan was to meet briefly at the head office, before leaving again to visit the site of the company’s newest planned acquisition: a newly constructed office building located further up north. It would be here that they would meet with the real estate agents, hashing through many details and signing off on all the relevant paperwork, which was sure to be a long and involved process. Once that was done, it would be right back to the head office again for the final meeting, where all the remaining details would be discussed and confirmed. Without a doubt, this was going to be a lengthy and exhausting day, but also an extremely important one for everyone involved, so every step had to be taken perfectly. If there were any hiccups, it could delay the expansion significantly, setting their clients back in time and costing them a lot of valuable money and resources, a disaster that would rest almost entirely on Abby’s shoulders. That simply couldn’t happen. It wouldn’t, Abby would make sure of that. The freeway on which Abby had been zooming down for almost an hour had led her out into the countryside. The Rosen office was located in a smaller suburban town, something that she actually found rather refreshing compared to the busy and chaotic locale of her own office in the inner city. She felt herself starting to relax a bit as she enjoyed the scenery of the green trees spreading out on either side of the highway, the bright yellow sunshine painting a picturesque scene of a beautiful spring morning. She wasn’t far from her destination now, having been on the road for almost an hour and a half by this point. Her GPS reminded her that her exit was coming up in twenty miles, and she made a quick mental note of the exit number. As she surveyed the road in front of her, her eyes were caught yet again by another road sign perched up on the side of the road. This one had only a few words, written out in giant letters: “REST AREA – 15 MILES”. Perfect, this was exactly what she had been looking for. Over the past thirty minutes, she had started to feel the effects of all the liquid she’d consumed, ever so slowly winding its way down her body. It was the all too familiar and inescapable side effect of her favorite beverage, that coffee she loved so much. She was used to this by now, of course, having dealt with it practically every day over the past few years, though that didn’t make it any less of a nuisance. She knew from experience just how quickly the effect materialized, and today, all her nervous energy bubbling up in her stomach was only bound to make it even worse, so it was in her best interest to take care of the issue right here. The last thing she needed was to get caught short on a day like this. With the speedometer on the dashboard hardly ever dropping below 70mph, it took only about ten minutes to approach the rest stop exit. Abby signaled over to the right-most lane, preparing to make a quick rest stop and take care of her personal business before making the final stretch to the office. However, as she got close to the off-ramp, she was met with an unexpected sight: several orange cones had been erected across the little road, with a giant sign hanging over it. “REST AREA CLOSED”. “Oh, come on,” Abby muttered in annoyance. She’d passed by several rest stops earlier, but of course the one that she wanted to use just had to be closed. With a sigh, she veered back over to the middle lane, resigning to the fact that she’d simply have to wait until she got to the office. It shouldn’t be a big deal, at this rate she would arrive fifteen minutes early, giving her plenty of time to use the restroom there before they left. She took her exit which came up shortly after she’d passed the rest area, parting ways with the freeway and merging onto a smaller local road leading almost directly to the office. It would only be another ten minutes now. Or at least, that’s what she thought, until she drove a couple miles down where she came face to face with a long line of cars sitting in standstill traffic on the one-lane road. Aghast, she stared ahead at the congregation of a construction crew, gathered in the middle of the road doing some kind of repair work. It appeared that the entire right-hand side of the road had been closed off, so both sides of traffic had to take turns going on the one remaining lane. On a busy local road like this one, the bottleneck had quite a significant effect, resulting in a line of cars stretching back almost a mile in either direction, at the very back of which sat an anxious Abby, her fingers thrumming against her steering wheel. She let out a frustrated sigh, feeling a bit of panic starting to emerge within her. She couldn’t be late, not today! She cast an annoyed glance at her phone, wondering why the GPS hadn’t put her on an alternate route to avoid this jam. Thankfully, she still had 20 minutes to spare, but given the painstakingly slow progress, she’d end up cutting it real close. So much for being early. It took another 15 minutes of stop-and-go traffic before she finally made it past the construction zone, and once finally back on the clear road, she pressed her right foot deep into the gas pedal, her eyes glancing nervously at the clock on her car’s monitor: 8:55AM. Just as she’d suspected, this would be a close one, but she had to try and get there as soon as possible. She cursed silently as she was forced to slow down behind the car in front of her, which was driving along casually below the speed limit. Oh, get out of the way, would you?! Abby’s patience was starting to run low; but fortunately, the office was close by, and it didn’t take long to arrive. Abby pulled into the large parking lot just as the clock hit 9:00. She was stopped at the entrance by a barrier gate, next to which stood a small building occupied by a security guard. This was a secure government building after all, and not just anybody was allowed in. The guard peered out the window as Abby came to a stop. “ID?” he demanded in a gruff voice. Abby, who had been ready for this, quickly fished out an ID card that had been sent to her about a week ago which would give her access to the site. The man grabbed the card and swiped it on his card reader, scrutinizing the details that popped up on his monitor. After a moment, he seemed satisfied and returned the card. With a nod, he punched a button, and the barrier blocking her path lifted up to allow her in. Throwing her ID back in her bag, she quickly gave her thanks to the guard before pressing the accelerator once more, zooming into the lot. She sped down the little road probably faster than she should’ve, making her way over to the main entrance. Turning into one of the aisles, she swung her car into an empty spot before killing the engine. There was no avoiding it now, she would be a few minutes late; she’d just have to hope they wouldn’t mind too much. Quickly gathering her handbag and her binder containing many important documents, she exited her car and hurried down the asphalt towards the building entrance, walking as fast as her high heels would allow. She had to produce her ID once more when she got there, tapping it against the card reader embedded in the wall, which flashed green with a beep and unlocked the large glass double doors with a click. Swinging it open, she stepped into the spacious lobby within. “…oh, and here she is!” As Abby stepped into the building, she was sighted almost immediately by her boss, Mrs. Wilkins, a woman of 41 years with a set of recognizable dirty blonde hair, clad this morning in a very formal gray pantsuit with a simple black shirt underneath the matching gray blazer. Abby looked up at her voice to see her standing among a group of four people, two of whom she recognized immediately: Susan Patterson, the current head of the company, and Thomas Miller, an executive who was mainly in charge of the expansion effort, both of them around the same age as Mrs. Wilkins. The other two Abby did not recognize, a man and a woman, more on the younger side but still looking slightly older than Abby. “Ms. Moore, welcome!” Susan extended her hand with a bright smile as Abby strode towards the group. “Please, call me Abby,” was her reply as she grasped the outstretched hand with a smile of her own, giving it a firm shake. “Pleasure to meet you, Abby!” This time it was Thomas who spoke, a tall, handsome man with a neatly combed set of black hair. Abby shook hands again in greeting, and twice more after that as she was introduced to the two younger employees, Richard and Sydney. “Renee here was just telling us all about you,” Susan mentioned to Abby, indicating to Mrs. Wilkins. “She says you’ve been working very hard on this for us. I do appreciate that; we certainly can’t pull this off without you.” “Of course, I just want everything to go smoothly today,” Abby replied, feeling good about Susan’s positive comments. “I’m sure it will,” Thomas put in. “We’re in the final stretch now, and we’re certainly eager to get over the finish line!” He clasped his hands together. “Well, now that everyone’s here, there’s no point in dawdling. Let’s get going, shall we? We’ve got a rather long drive ahead of us, I’m afraid.” “Absolutely, I think we’re all ready,” Mrs. Wilkins said with a nod. “Excellent! I was thinking we could all drive up in my car?” Thomas asked. “It should be big enough for all six of us.” “Sounds good to me,” Mrs. Wilkins said in reply. The rest of the group agreed as well, and the six of them set off back out into the parking lot. Just as they were leaving, Abby suddenly felt her bladder signaling to her, reminding her of its presence. Having been so caught up with everything else, she had completely forgotten about her need, and only now remembered that she still had to pee. She’d hoped to pay a quick visit to the restroom before they left, but as the group headed towards the door, it seemed that it was too late for that. Feeling that it would be impolitic to ask everyone to wait for her while she ran off for a comfort break, she quickly decided that it would be best to just put it off. The need was there, but certainly not bad enough that she couldn’t wait. Surely, she’d have another opportunity later to relieve herself. With that, she pushed the matter out of her mind and followed everyone as they headed out to Mr. Miller’s car.

Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)

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A/N: Some of these tags relate to part 2. This is my first story or this site so any feedback you might have on story improvements is not only welcome, but encouraged. Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Today was the biggest day of her young carrier, and she’d be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark she stood up, mainly guided by instinct, as she shuffled towards the wall and felt around for the light switch. 4:30 felt like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and then quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Mary-Ann yawned and started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. The last three years had been a total whirlwind. She had always thought her greatest asset was her ability to connect with people, but it had taken her until 24 to figure just how to use it. She had drifted between office jobs and secretarial roles, from barista to bartending, but she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now at 27, was one of the top in the nation. As her stream died down, she sat and dripped for a moment as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly and the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, they called her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants’ lives. Mary-Ann wiped, flushed and stepped into the shower. As she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, she mentally prepared for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company- and maybe even a bank in the future, she saw the pearl of her life before her. The 10- and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. It was more paperwork and disclosures and NDAs from her current company than anything else, all of the fun aspects of building a business had already been settled. She stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5’ 10” frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a grey pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. The twenty-minute car ride was pleasant on the empty roads, the silhouettes of suburban homes and communities intermingled with the treetops as the morning fog rolled over the road. When Mary-Ann arrived at the gym, the six-o clock crowd had just started to trickle in. A few of the regulars smiled warmly at her and she gave a friendly smile back. Over the first half hour she jogged to warm up, lifted to tone her arms, and squatted to keep her butt as firm and attractive as it was. But during this exertion she finished her water bottle and filled it again. The rest of her workout tested her hip flexors and traps. Looking good took effort, to the tune of another entire water bottle. When she had finished, the morning sun had invaded the windows of the expansive building and more and more people began to file in. Mary-Ann took this opportunity to use the ladies shower while most other women were just starting their workout. She didn’t take long, another fifteen minutes, maybe, to wash the sweat off her body. What took her a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. New white panties now covered her loins, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A longer professional skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. She was Mary-Ann Adimari; ass kicker. She read her watch; it just after seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. Not only was it owned by her first ever clients, but it was on the way to her office as well. Another thirty minutes through much heavier traffic and she was there. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled and all that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, and her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann much taller than she actually was. Their blue eyes met and despite the mask that Hanna was wearing, her smile shown through her eyes. “Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way”. Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. “Aw, thank you! Yeah, I’ll have the usual. Had your coffee today?” Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. “Just been standing a while.” Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann’s order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine’s table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn’t help but worry. As the cappuccino machine’s noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She pulled her mask away from her face to talk over the end of the machine’s cycle “Uh…yeah. I’m doing ok” Hanna pulled the mask back and crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann’s order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann’s order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she pulled her mask forward again to whisper. “I’m really sorry but we’re a little understaffed right now; and I really…really need to pee.” As she got to the second “really” she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. “I can wait a moment if you need to run- “ “No! No, if that’s all your getting, I’ll ring you out” Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly, and slapped her mask back into place. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn’t much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, as there was a lull in customers “H-have a nice... day” Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn’t leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect and the cappuccino wasn’t helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her secretary Karenna. “Hey boss, rooms ready for briefing.” Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. As prompt as she was resourceful, Mary-Ann wished the 23-year-old didn’t remind her so much of herself right now. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn’t be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann hoped she would have time to relieve herself before her nine o’clock meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey pinstripe suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. She had gotten in later than she had wanted and hadn’t yet emptied her morning bladder, which was starting to become an issue. But the 45-minuet meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn’t faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and a few desperate minuets weren’t worth interrupting such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. The current active underwriting client’s spreadsheet appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. “Where do we stand on these?” Mary-Ann started “Jones and Richardson both are looking like they’ll get underwritten today. I think we’ll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork.” As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job, they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her hairless pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence “I can make that...mmhf…call today” Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could potentially delay Mary-Ann, and making her late would be disrespectful to her boss. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn’t notice her situation. She hated the idea of others knowing her needs. Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann’s right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth, Karenna thought Do we seriously both need to piss right now? Mary-Ann hadn’t responded to Karenna’s statement yet, and seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up “Your thoughts?” “Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?” Karenna wasn’t satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner, she would take it. “I think that’s it for now, I’ll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up.” “I -uh, alright” Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, and her vagina as tight and contracted as she could get it. She threw her meeting notes over her desk and craned her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann’s office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann’s office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front her desk. She actually started to doubt that she was going to make it as she reached the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Pressing down on the handle and swinging the light door open in one motion, Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it, and when it finally let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process what just happened and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. They were navy blue, and from her perspective, they were still unscathed. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her bladder to her vagina. Karenna’s thoughts drifted back to work I hope Mary-Ann was really just checking the time. If I just cut in front of her for a piss, and took one from her… No. Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was checking the time and making sure she wasn’t late. This move was important for both of their careers, so obviously that would weigh on her mind. I’ve seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day’s work. She’s sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee…there’s no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It’s not like I didn’t just think that I’d be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There’s no way she needs to piss…right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for zoom meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn’t paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to get desperate to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and vaginal walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn’t done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, and hoped that she could just pay attention for an hour and a half. Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. It was like a goody bag. Karenna never knew who would be on the other line. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother’s old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn’t forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. The front door swung open and Karenna immediately recognized her as one of their more recent clients. A jovial woman, with brown eyes, brown hair and a round face, she beamed a wide smile at Karenna. “Hey! I just wanted to drop by and thank you guys for helping us out on the new place! We love it!” She presented a small box wrapped neatly in a bow and put it on Karenna’s desk. She was the first client that Karenna had done most of the work for, and to see her so happy with the work that she would even drop by like this was nearly overwhelming for Karenna. She got up from her desk and gave Samantha a friendly hug. “You guys! Thank you so much! What is it?” “Well, my sister just opened a little store around the corner, and she makes gifts, so I thought I’d support her and show my gratitude to you guys.” “Oh, it was nothing really, we get a few different applications every now and then, but you guys were super great with verifying all of that stuff.” In reality, it was a nightmare case, Justin, Samantha’s husband, was in the middle of an audit and his income had suddenly spiked in the past year. This had raised a number of red flags. Despite the pleasant nature of both of them, it was a challenging first client. “Is Mary-Ann here today?” Samantha asked innocently “She is, but she’s in a meeting, I’ll be sure to let her know you stopped by though.” “Thanks, she is such a badass. Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?” “Not at all” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched the woman walk causally towards it. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning, and now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. With just under a half hour to go, Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, her attorney marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn’t picked anything up. She didn’t think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn’t tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Sitting back down at her desk, Karenna waived Samantha good-bye as the woman headed for the door, and began to work again. A couple of emails had come through, but nothing of any major urgency. Soon the phone rang, and this time, it was Mary-Ann’s property manager, Donovan. “Hey Karenna, we’ve got a bit of a situation over here at the Addison Street place, could you patch me though to Mary-Ann?” “She’s in a meeting, can I take a message?” “It’s really more important that I speak to her.” While Karenna was speaking with Donovan, Mary-Ann was seriously considering peeing in one of her wet bar cups. She was sure they couldn’t handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spirt of pee into her white panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn’t stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She spirted again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told her attorney to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed vaginal walls. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. “Karenna?” Mary-Ann’s voice was picked up by the landline’s local connection “Yes?” “We’re done here. It went through. I think we’re even taking you with us.” Mary-Ann started dribbling into her panties again “What do you mean you think?” “Just have to check with Sarah” Mary-Ann was too busy trying not to pee herself when Karenna’s future was discussed. Sarah would know though, that’s what attorneys are for. “…alright. By the way, Donovan called. The A/C is out at your complex. I have him on hold, should I send him on over?” Mary-Ann’s brief hope was dashed. The middle of the summer, and the A/C just went out. She wasn’t sure how long this would take, but she was almost sure it would take her relief away as a constant leak into her panties had begun. She could delay this call and attempt to run in heels like a mad woman through her office, and maybe make it. But her property wasn’t Donovan’s only managed one. If she didn’t take this called get this ordered today, her tenants could be without A/C for a week or even longer. “oh..yeah..that’s ok” it was a chance she had to take. In a moment her connection to Karenna was switched and she could hear to dial tone of a connecting call. But with the phone on a cord, her use of her alcohol glasses was out of the question. She attempted to stand in order to re-adjust herself, but she just lost another spirt, this one making through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. Using her chin and shoulder to hold the receiver in place, and shoving her hands into her crotch again, Mary-Ann said answered the phone weakly. “Ms. Mary-Ann! What’s going on?!” The friendly Donovan answered. “I heard the A/C was out” Was all Mary-Ann could muster “Yeah, I could repair the thing for less, but I have no guarantee…” He was talking but Mary-Ann could no longer listen, as she stood, now holding the phone with her right hand, and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. It was lost, and Mary-Ann knew it. Not caring how she sounded, she told her kind property manager: “Just replace it. Order it, don’t worry about cost. I’m busy, I got to go.” And hung up her the phone. She was going in her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all she could hear was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. After a few moments, she looked down again, and what she was doing hit her. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. In reaction to this she cut off the flow and jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of stopping her flow was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing, and in revolt, she started leaking again. But Mary-Ann’s body had gone too far and was tired to bend to her will anymore and the leak started to become more forceful in her hand. She realized that now, all she wanted was relief. Dropping her remaining pretenses, she squatted by her desk. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. She had neglected to move her skirt, and once her urine had wet through her pantyhose, it started to spread across her butt and soaked through her skirt. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn’t care about the rug she was soiling. She didn’t even care that Karenna might be able to hear the hiss of her urine rushing though her tired vagina. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann rolled forward onto her knees and pushed the rest of her pee out, and along with whatever had collected in her skirt, she continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. She wanted to scream in relief. She was peeing the rest of her bladder’s contents out in an extreme jet of pee and the pleasure was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stop for the most part, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down her thighs. As Mary-Ann knelt she briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had just ignored a serious issue with one of her rentals, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. This wouldn’t be easy to explain away. And then there was Karenna. Mary-Ann couldn’t leave her office while she was there. Mary-Ann was her boss who had obviously just peed herself and she couldn’t even begin to imagine the social implications and the loss of her credibility if Karenna found her out. She at least had her gym clothes to change into, but they were in her car. She’d have to pass Karenna’s desk if she was going to get to them. In her assessment of the situation, Mary-Ann felt that it was important that Karenna didn’t find out first. She quickly hatched and idea. She stood up quickly and called Karenna’s line “Hey Karenna, I’m a little behind right now, I’m going to work though lunch. Could you hold my calls?” “Sure thing” “Oh, and what time were you planning on leaving today?” “Uh, why?” “I need to know what my schedule looks like today” “Five” That was how long Mary-Ann had to lock herself in her office, and how long she could try and deal with the massive dark stain that had formed right next to her desk. She had no towels or real way of drying it. She could pour alcohol on it and claim that a bottle broke. But she couldn’t actually break the bottle or Karenna would hear it. On the other hand, the lack of glass would make it a weak excuse. She decided to just leave it for now and have the rug steam cleaned by a national company. She could bear it if workers that she’d never know or meet again in life questioned why this stain smelled like pee, after all, she didn’t have answer them. Mary-Ann moved to sit back down in her office chair. As she made this motion, she felt her heels squish. She looked down, and could see where trails of pee had soaked her pantyhose all the way down into her heels. She bent down and struggled to slip them off. Disappointed and disgusted with herself she poured a pool of urine out of each heel, and added the dark stain on the rug that she had already made. Leaving her wet and probably ruined heels off, she sat back down in her office chair. It was wet from sweat and the strain of holding back her eventual defeat. Her skirt was wet as well. The best that Mary-Ann could do was hike it up and sit in her clammy chair, bested by her own body. She could feel her wet panties sticking to her genitals. Shame had finally been able to take hold, and she hid her face behind her hands. Karenna was wrong. Mary-Ann had been out of her meeting for almost an hour now, and when Karenna didn’t see her emerge from her office, she knew that her assumptions about this morning’s meeting were wrong. She felt better about the entire situation, that she hadn’t put her boss in a bad spot and that her own struggle was just that. Her own. She reached underneath her desk and pulled out her lunch container. She might be just an amateur cook, but Karenna was going to eat good while she could. As she worked on her lunch and work at the same time, she felt her bladder call out to her for the second time that day. Her occasional trips to the water cooler were catching up with her already irritated bladder. Despite its warning that she should relieve herself, she also started the soda that she had packed with her lunch. A few important emails had come through while she ate and drank. As she replied to the sales leads and searched her computer for related files, her bladder again gave her a signal that it would not be treated the same way it was this morning. Not wanting to squirm and dance in her chair again either, Karenna got up from her desk to relieve herself. Just as she did so, a call came through. She frowned. She hesitated for a moment as she considered letting the call go to her inbox so she could take a piss. However the primitive caller ID read: Darzi, Sarah Damn, she needed to take this. As she answered the phone, she stood in front of her desk and swayed her hips a bit. “Karenna, is Mary-Ann available? It’s very important.” “Sorry, she’s asked me to hold her calls this afternoon. I can take a message.” “I need to review some of the decisions she made today, with her. Are you sure you can’t get us in touch?” Karenna was squeezing her thighs together. She hated that she was desperate to piss again. “Let me see if she’ll make an exception for you. I also have a question for you. She wasn’t specific when I asked her if I was included in the move to her new company.” “Sorry Karenna, I can’t discuss that right now.” Karenna muttered to herself, her job status was in limbo, and she couldn’t get a straight answer. As she bounced her knees together, she put Sarah on hold and called Mary-Ann’s direct line. “Boss, Sarah’s on the line. She wants to discuss some of the decisions you made today.” Mary-Ann groaned. She knew she had messed something up. But what was she going to tell Sarah? Hey, sorry I messed up six months of planning, I was busy peeing my pants. Knowing she wasn’t in the right mindset, she told Karenna to set a time next week with Sarah to recap her apparent mistakes. It wasn’t the answer Karenna was looking for. She was hoping Mary-Ann would have taken the call so that she could go piss, but she set another time with Sarah. Bobbing her knees the entire time, in full view of the glass front door. When she hung up the phone, Karenna swiftly walked towards the bathroom. Paying attention to her belt, Karenna was sure to carefully remove it and pulled her grey suit pants and blue panties down. After lifting the toilet lid, she squatted over the bowl and began spraying her warm piss into the toilet bowl. She enjoyed feeling the pressure evaporate from her bladder as the hiss and sputter of her strong stream echoed against the water. Her jetting stream was nothing when compared to her effort in the morning, lasting a much shorter time before it slowed down and eventually stopped. Karenna contracted her bladder muscle again. Still, just a few drops slipped through her pink insides and fell into the toilet. She wiped, flushed, and pulled her suit pants and panties back over herself. She adjusted herself in the mirror and fixed her hair. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that Mary-Ann could wait all this time. Nonetheless, she washed her hands, and felt ready to attack the rest of her day. Mary-Ann couldn’t tell if her soiled clothes were starting to dry or if she had just gotten used to the wetness down her legs and her clammy underwear sticking to her crotch. She sat at her computer, her legs spread wide to attempt to help dry the evidence of her accident. She had thought about peeling off her pantyhose and panties, but the question of hiding them for later and the vulnerable feeling of being naked in public was a bridge she didn’t want to cross. She attempted to work to drown out her own thoughts. It wasn’t the potential embarrassment that frightened her. She wanted to touch herself. She didn’t care why she felt that way, she didn’t want to think about it. Mary-Ann also began to feel the urge to pee again. For a moment she wanted to do it again. Just let go. Stand over her stained rug and feel that rush again. No. She attempted to bury the thought. She was not an animal. She wouldn’t give in to herself again. She needed a greater distraction. Mary-Ann decided to call Donovan back. She dialed his number and asked him to recap what the issue was this morning and apologized for acting so rushed. She omitted why. “Thanks for getting back to me Mary-Ann. Did Karenna tell you?” “What?” “The new unit is on back order, I can’t get one for about three weeks, but I could try and repair this unit in the meantime” “Sure that’s fine, just sign for it and I’ll reimburse you.” “Well, that’s the problem, the company won’t deliver the part I need without your signature, because you own the property. I need you here on site.” Mary-Ann’s heart sank. “What time?” “I can only be here for a little while” “Are you sure there’s no way you can take care of this?” “Sorry, it’s out of my hands” “..I know… and we need that part. Damn. Alright, I’ll head over there.” The two exchanged pleasantries and hung up. Mary-Ann’s fears compounded on themselves. She felt light headed. All she had left to hide her very obvious accident was luck. And now how was she supposed to change? If she got lucky and got by Karenna the first time, walking back in with her gym clothes certainly wouldn’t be an option. Mary-Ann decided to deal with that once she was on the road. First, she had to come up with a way to try and be stealthy about her exit. Or at the very least, professional. Maybe if she walked fast enough, Karenna wouldn’t notice a thing. Her skirt was black, but there was an obvious stain on her butt from crouching down and wetting through it. From the front her pantyhose had dark streaks running the length of her legs. She would have to move fast and rely on her skirts dark color. She called Karenna to let her know that she was needed at her rental and wouldn’t be back at the office. Karenna had hit the wall, it was that time of the afternoon in which everything slowed. With much of her work done for the day, she turned her attention to study. If she was going to dominate the mortgage industry like her boss, she should be asking questions. No sooner had this thought entered her mind than she heard the click of Mary-Ann’s office door. Mary-Ann’s throat was dry as she started her to walk by Karenna. She walked swiftly out of her office and towards the door. Hoping against hope that this would work. She passed Karenna, and when she didn’t say anything, Mary-Ann thought she might just get away with it. She was halfway to the door, and just passed Karenna’s desk. Karenna looked up, and began to ask Mary-Ann a question. She saw a stain on the back of her skirt as she walked by. She had to let her know before she went out. She must have sat on something. But what on earth could have made a stain that big? Karenna put two and two together. “Hey boss, did you.. um…did, you pee your pants?”

Hello all, Please be warned that this is an ongoing story of my struggles against a new bodily issue. You see, I've always been into omo in a more casual sense. I hold at home all the time, and it turns me on SO GOOD! However, recently I've started to struggle with genuine incontinence... I've wet the bed and soaked myself at work, both of which left me utterly mortified. I'm not currently engaging in any purposeful holds. I'm hoping that by giving my bladder a break, I might push through whatever the current issue is. I also have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to find out whether it's a UTI or a genuine form of incontinence. My mother had urge incontinence, in that her bladder would clamp down for no discernable reason and she'd have very little time to find somewhere to relieve herself. Due to this being in my family history, I wouldn't be surprised if I was more susceptible to it or something similar. I'm hoping that's all this is, because it's really interfering with daily life and has reduced me to always having a diaper ready and wearing one to bed to prevent repeated messes that I'd have to clean up. Note that I'm not into diapers at all, I always thought of them as humiliating. I don't get off at all when I use a diaper, and consider it more of a crutch than anything else. I'm aware that this viewpoint changes form person to person and what flavor of omo you're into. Therefore I want to make it clear that I am in no way shaming those who enjoy diapers and/or genuinely need them. With that out of the way, let's get started. I usually only use the restroom once at work, right before lunch, which I'd already done. I'm more than comfortable holding it the rest of the day, as I'm not usually anywhere near full or desperate before I get home. I usually only go 2-3 times a day. That's at work before lunch, late afternoon or early evening, and sometimes I have to go in the morning before work. I'm a dietary host at a local hospital. I ask patients what they'd like to eat, pass trays, collect trays, and stock pantries. Needless to say, this is a rather social job. My day at work began like any other. I came into the hospital, placed my coat and whatnot in my locker, then sat down in the cafe and enjoyed a free breakfast with my fellow food service hosts. We just talked about whatever for about 20 minutes until it was time to head to the diet office, grab our work phones and iPads, and read through the day's notes. No notes today, that's good. We're also on a 5 host rotation, so none of us have a very large assignment. This has been the case quite often recently, and is a very welcome break from the 3 host rotations where I'd have a rehab unit and an entire nurses station worth of patients to get orders from. Not to mention that it takes longer to pass and collect trays when you have more patients AND don't have anyone helping you. Back on topic, I got about 15 menus before the cart full of breakfast trays was delivered to me. Quota is 10, so I'm doing pretty good. I pass the breakfast trays, deal with a couple patients that want to change their order or aren't satisfied with their food, and head downstairs to say hi to my old coworkers down in the kitchen. Note that I used to work in the kitchen as a dietary attendant and am familiar with the job roles and the people. After a few minutes of goofing off, I head back upstairs and resume asking patients what they'd like to eat. This goes on until 10:15am when I finish my assignment and start talking to random people that cross my path on the 5th floor elevator lobby. At 10:30, I head back to my unit and get a menu from a new patient and pre-organize my pantry. We don't stock pantries until after lunch, but I like to pull all the juices forward and check all the dates before heading to lunch. I then used the restroom and grabbed a Gatorade which I drank over the course of about an hour. This means I had the same bottle of Gatorade both before and after my lunch break, it's not like I chugged it or anything. After a nice big lunch consisting of goodies from the salad bar, some fries and a brownie, I headed back to the diet office and grabbed my pantry stock sheet. I then went back upstairs and counted the pantry. After counting the pantry and marking down what I needed to restock, I headed back to the elevator lobby to wait for the cart full of lunch trays to arrive. NGL, I pretty much just goofed off on my phone and said hi to anyone that passed through. I seem to be rather well liked here. Once the lunch trays arrived, it was basically the same as breakfast. I pass the trays out, help patients open their salad dressing packets (we have a lot of old people here), and deal with a couple people that want to change their orders. Passing lunch went rather smoothly and I went downstairs, grabbed one of the red carts for stocking pantries, grabbed all the goodies I needed for my pantry, and stocked said pantry. I then walked back to the elevator lobby to head down and return my cart. I was waiting for the elevator when all of a sudden I GOTTA PEE RIGHT NOW! It was a very different kind of desperation than I'm used to. I'm used to a lot of pressure bc I have a humongous bladder that maxes out just under 2L, but this was more of like the contractions that you get when your stream starts to die down and you need to get the rest out. It was a very strong contraction, forcing me to take my hands off my cart and double over! I ran over to the bathrooms, only to find them both occupied and someone already waiting! Shaking and nearly in tears, I begged to go first! I've never felt so humiliated in my life! It took everything I had to stop from grabbing myself in front of the random dude from central supply! Unfortunately, I had no choice but to do the most frantic doubled over dance you'll ever see for about 20-30 seconds before I got hit with another even more potent contraction that straight up wouldn't stop! It forced my pee right out of me, running down my legs and into my shoes before pooling at me feet, leaving me standing there sobbing! I was completely mortified with no idea what to do and just sobbed for a moment... The only thing in my mind was "no way! I didn't just do that! There's no way I'd ever do that!" I continued to break down for a moment before the bathroom door opened, and the occupant looked very concerned at the dietary host standing in a puddle with tears streaking down his face buried in his hands! It took a moment for me to bring myself back to the real world, at which point a housekeeper and a patient care tech had joined the group of people trying to help. I tried wiping my tears away and apologized profusely, still somewhat sobbing as I apologized. Everyone was very kind and helpful. The patient care tech (beautiful young lady that I've always had eyes for) gave me a spare set of the generic patient clothes and lead me to the patient shower where I cleaned myself up, wringed my clothes out under the running water, and changed into the patient clothes. I called my boss on my work phone (luckily it was in the pocket on my right side so it didn't get soaked) and told her that I'd just had an accident and needed to go home for the day, as all I have is patient clothes and I was completely torn apart by what just happened. I've always known my boss to be a very understanding young lady (I don't know her exact age but I'm guess low 30's at most) who's exceptionally good at her job and with helping people. She saw to it that I got to leave without having to cross paths with any of my coworkers, which really made my day. I went out into the parking lot nearly crying, and told the lot attendants which car I had and that I needed to leave early. They didn't ask anything and were very kind about the whole situation, setting the heat for me before fetching my car and sending me on my way. At this point I hopped on the omo.org Discord server and discussed what had just happened. More than anything, I just needed to get it off my chest so I could stop sobbing. I'm not 100% sure what I expected, but everyone was very kind and caring. A user (who's name I will not reveal bc it was via DM) talked with me for a couple hours and recommended a really amazing show called Narcos to watch while I try to pull myself together. I ended up taking a bath to try to calm my nerves before starting the show, since I was so upset I felt like I was gonna throw up. I ended up binging Narcos for about 4 hours before making some soup and crackers and heading to bed. I was so messed up that day that I hadn't eaten dinner, and with my heart conditions, it's not a great idea for me to skip meals, so I made sure I at least got something in me before I hit the sack for the night. This whole ordeal came after wetting the bed very badly the previous night, like dripping through the bed onto the floor. I have a whole story on that experience, which includes goodies on cleaning your mattress and whatnot. Naturally, after this many incidents, I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow to see what's going on. Maybe urge incontinence like my mom had, maybe a UTI, maybe they messed something up when they did my hernia repairs (yes, plural, had it done 3 times at 2 different hospitals bc the first one kept fucking it up and the repairs would fail and the whole area would ache and burn). Either way, this isn't meant to be about my medical history, so I'm gonna call it here. I'll link the bed wetting story below. Thank you so much for reading through the whole story! Daredare205's best!

First post of me actually wetting on here so yay! Been having a pretty stressful time at work recently. 60+hr work weeks and mandatory weekend OT 🙃. Don't get me wrong, it's good money, but leaves me feeling quite burnt out as you can imagine. I also just got new work pants and they're darker than my other tan ones so I decided that it today was a good day to break them in when I got home. I have wet the other tan pants before but they show wetness way too easily to try anything in public. These however, may work quite nicely if I'm ever brave enough to try a public wetting. I don't think it's too obvious. Maybe I could put a pull-up or diaper on underneath until it starts leaking 🤔 In any case, this was definitely the stress reliever I needed. I can see myself wetting these dark blue a lot more often than the tan ones so maybe I'll be posting more like this in the future