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  1. Hello everyone I had an idea for an interactive fic staring the women of the MCU, characters and actors alike. The basic premise of the story is this the characters and actors periodically swap minds at random, and they only swap back when they wet themselves. So for example if Peggy Carter switched with Hayley Atwell the only way for them to switch back is if either Peggy had an accident in Hayley's body or if Hayley had an accident in Peggy's body. Now my first question is. Which way would you want to see this play out? A. The actor's mind in the character's body B. The character's mind in the actor's body C. Switch back and forth between A and B. (note if you choose this option tell me which one you want to start with either A or B) My second question is. Which character/actor pairing would you like? A. Kate Bishop (Hawkeye)/ Hailee Steinfeld B. Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)/ Scarlett Johansson C. Daisy Johnson (Quake)/ Chloe Bennet Now my plan is to write the next segment after I either get 5 answers or after 48 hours, whichever comes first, and depending on how many answers I get the number for answers might increase. Also every so often I may ask about choosing another character/actor pairing or staying with the current pairing. Hope you enjoy. If you would like to see some of my writing check out the RP section.
  2. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 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 career, 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. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel 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 quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann 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. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped 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 as 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, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. 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. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann 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 gray 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. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann 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. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil 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. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. 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. 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, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "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 smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna 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 whispered. "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. 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, with 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 in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. 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 could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey 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. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients 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 serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved 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 delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee 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 equally desperate 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. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She 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 to pee, 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, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. 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 of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. 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. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt 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. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. 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 her desperation and now incredible relief 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. 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 pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, 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 pee...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 virtual 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 feel her now desperation 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 genital 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, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just 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. 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. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. 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. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah 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. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. 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 locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann 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 spurt of pee into her 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 leaked 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 Sarah 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, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. 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. 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 was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe 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 completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
  3. This embarrassing situation just happened this past weekend so I thought I'd share it with you all! Last Saturday I met with a group of friends from university to catch up for the first time in over a year. I majored in computer science so my classes were 90% male and this meet up was 5 guys and me, a femboy. We're all fairly socially awkward except for a guy I'll call James. He's the closest approximation to what the giga chad meme would look like in real life: tall, muscular, athletic, smart, and so charismatic. He's the first man I ever had a crush on (I'm bi), and is so patient and kind. In school he was always helping me with my homework or explaining things I didn't understand and I just fell in love with him. It's a shame I never confessed to him, he's got a girlfriend now though and he's not into guys in the first place. Anyway this particular day we all met at our friend Bob's parent's house at around 4pm and brought food like a potluck. This suburban single story home had a large backyard where we all hung out, sitting around lawn chairs by the pool reminiscing about the old days and filling each other in on what we were currently up to. I was nervous seeing all of them again and it took me over an hour to get ready because I had to make sure my makeup was 100% on point. I wanted to really impress them so I wore my literal Sunday best: a dark blue military lolita dress with gold trim, a ruffled collar, and a heavy fur coat that looks like something a WW1 general or royalty would wear (but I didn't wear it for very long). I'm including a picture of it below because words don't do it justice, it's so fancy and cute! I also had on a matching hairpiece with flowers and black Mary Jane's with ribbons on them. Our host got a dozen Boba drinks from the nearby tea shop because they were having a promotion. Due to my nervousness as well as the early start of the summer heat I ended up slurping down two large cups of delicious milk tea in under an hour. All that liquid inside my little bladder had me making frequent trips to the restroom and that's where I ran into my first problem: I wore a petticoat under my dress! It's actually got two metal hoops in it that add fluff and volume to my skirt but I didn't even think about how I'd take it off to pee. It has a springy quality to it which makes it tricky to hold up both that and my multilayered skirt with one hand, then take down my tights and panties and aim with my other hand. I thought about how in a pinch I'd have a real problem getting it all off quickly as I stood there leisurely emptying my bladder into the freshly cleaned toilet bowl. My stream lasted probably 25 seconds before I pushed out the last few squirts, wiped off my tip and redressed. A few hours later I approached the bathroom but Bob had beaten me to it. It was torturous to have to listen to his stream loudly hitting the water, he can hold it for a lot longer than I can so it went on for a while. I couldn't grab myself with my outfit in the way so instead I squeezed my legs together hard to try and hold it in. I was hoping to stop and straighten up like a respectable young lady before he came out but that didn't go as planned and he saw me looking pretty desperate. He remarked "All yours princess" and I glared and flipped him off as I rushed into the restroom. During dinner our other friend brought out the alcohol and soon everyone else was peeing pretty frequently. I don't drink but the weather had me staying well hydrated with tap water. After the meal we all sat around inside and watched a movie, and then a few episodes of the new season of Konosuba. It was starting to get late and most of them were buzzed, I was sitting next to James and shyly asked if I could lean on him because I was sleepy. He said yes, I could smell his cologne as I lay against his muscly arms. He was nice and warm, I didn't want this moment to end, and although my bladder was filling I ignored it to live in the moment and just enjoy his company. I crossed my legs and for a while just forgot about anything else. Over the next hour the urge would come back temporarily and then subside, at least until a certain scene had me cracking up and I squirted a big warm blast of pee into my panties. I instantly stood up and started speed walking to the bathroom without saying anything. I was letting out pretty big spurts of pee into my skirt. My dick would twitch and let out a short spray for a few seconds then I'd regain control and stop the flow but start leaking again seconds later. I was fighting so hard to not completely lose it on my friend's floor but my pee holding muscles were too tired to stop without reaching under my dress, which again, I couldn't do because of my outfit. Luckily since I had on so many layers it was all rather absorbent, and didn't leave much of a trail which would have been mortifying. I hurried down the hall to the toilet and slammed the door, I could feel drops of pee rolling down my thighs and a wet patch had formed on my dress. I thought about wrestling my outfit down and letting it out into the toilet but seeing my source of relief in front of me made me start leaking even more and now I couldn't stop it without reaching under my dress. I was also worried about ripping or damaging something and since it's easier to just wash soiled garments I hopped in the tub and just let go. I leaned back against the wall and peed furiously into my beautiful outfit. I moaned loudly, an absolute flood cascaded down my legs, my whole lower body felt nice and warm and tingly. I peed so much that even tho my dick was pointing down some got on my belly. I'm not sure how long I peed for, it seemed like a while but eventually my stream stopped and my over stretched bladder felt relieved and empty. I sighed and wondered what to do. I laid a towel down on the floor and dried my feet, then slid the door open a crack and yelled for Bob. He yelled back asking "what?" and I asked him to come over to the bathroom. He sounded annoyed. I opened the door just a crack so he wouldn't see the sorry state I was in and explained to him I needed to shower and requested for him to lend me a change of clothes and a bag to put my outfit in. He asked if I had an accident and I reluctantly admitted I had, he laughed and just said "ok". I washed up, changed, and cleaned the bathroom, thankfully there wasn't anything left behind in the living room or hallway. By the time I came back out in my very loose, oversized t-shirt and shorts people were starting to head home. James picked me up and gave me a big hug before he left and I almost died from happiness. I stuck around for a bit and thanked Bob and apologized for the trouble once it was just us two. He said it was fine but made fun of me again and brought up the last time he witnessed one of my accidents many years ago (a story for another day) then joked that I needed diapers. I glared at him but since he helped me I forgave him. Overall it was a fun but slightly embarrassing night, and only Bob ever found out about my accident.
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  5. “Sara?” “What!?” “I can see your potty face” “No you can’t! I…I don’t have to potty! Not at all!” “It’s okay, sweetie. You can just let it all out” “I told you, I don’t…I don’t…mmf!”. With a loud fart, Alec watched as Sara squatted, wrapping her arms around her waist. As Alec watched, the back of Sara’s white panties expanded as a mound of mess pushed its way out of her. “No! Don’t- nngh!-come out! I don’t wanna-Mmf!-have an accident! I…I can’t stop!”. Sara fully squatted now, pushing with all her might as a huge mass of brown, mushy poop exploded out of her, staining the back of her panties a deep brown. Luckily, she didn’t have to pee, or there would have been a puddle on the floor. Sara let out a long breath as a huge fart escaped her. She continued pushing, adding more and more to the mess underneath her butt. Her panties began to be pushed off her skin, as the mess became too big for them to contain. “Nggh…big…big poopy!” “And you said you didn’t have to potty?” “Gotta…make big poopies”. Sara continued her farty mess as more and more brown mush piled up underneath her. Then, with one last sigh of relief and a huge fart, Sara finished. Standing, she quickly faced her butt away from Alec, covering it with her hands. “See? I didn’t have to poopy!”. Alec couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Sara pouted angrily. Then, Alec saw a small tear form at the corner of her eye. He instantly stopped laughing, rushing over to her. “Daddy…*hic*-I thought I was a big girl! B-but I-*hic*-couldn’t stop pooping! I…I”. Sara devolved into small sobs. Alec gently wrapped his arms around the back of her head, cuddling her to his chest. Sara slowly calmed down. Messing underwear had always been a trigger for her little side to come out. From what he saw of it, Alec knew that her little side was an adorable toddler aged girl who desperately wanted to be grown up, but couldn’t no matter how hard she tried. Despite this, Sara had wanted to try pooping in panties that day. Alec had allowed it, but now he was starting to rethink it. “Sweetie, it’s okay. It’s okay. You are a big girl. You just couldn’t make it this once. That doesn’t mean you can’t make it to the potty ever again, does it?” “N-n-no” “You're right. Of course you can make it! You have before. It’s okay to have some poopy underwear once in a while”. Sara stopped her crying, hugging Alec back. “And I have to say. You made an amazing poop there, sweetie. I’m proud of you for letting that all out. Such a good girl. Well, a good and very stinky girl”. Sara grinned. “It’s okay to be a stinky girl this one time?” “Yes sweetie. It’s okay”. Sara let out a happy cheer. “I’m a stinky girl! I’m a big stinky girl with a big poopy mess in her underwear!”. Alec let go of Sara as she stood, one arm raised to the sky. Then, she turned. “Daddy, how big is it? My poopy?” “Well, it’s pretty big” “I wanna make it bigger!” “I can’t hold it anymore! I have to poop so bad!”. Hands on her messy behind, Sara danced from side to side, desperately trying to hold in her mess. But she knew it was alright to just poop then and there. “I’m going poopy!,” Sara yelled as she squatted down. Feeling the great pressure in her stomach, Sara pushed as hard as she could. A huge, wet fart exploded from Sara’s butt as a huge mound of brown mess blew out from her. “Mmf! I’m having such a big-nngh!-poopy accident! I’m such a-ah!-stinky girl!”. The babyish words helped Sara get into the right place, as she pushed even harder, filling her full panties with a huge blob of mess. The poop continued to flow out from her, until her panties couldn’t take it any longer. The mess began to travel up towards Sara’s crotch, filling the bottom and front of her panties as more poop continued to explode into the back of them. Sara couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling of her underwear being so full, the babyish words of desperation and the feeling of such a huge, warm mess made Sara go crazy. Sticking one hand inside of her panties, sara began to rub furiously. The reaction was almost instant. Within only 30 seconds, Sara climaxed, falling on her side even as more poop continued to flow into her panties. Then, she was done. Standing again, Sara felt behind her. In the back, Sara felt a lump the size of several baseballs. It was such a huge turn on. “Ah…ah…such a big…mess. I had to go so bad…I pottied in my panties…” “You definitely did”. Sara felt an arm wrap around her shoulders as a hand squished the back of her panties. “Such a very good girl, making a huge, poopy mess in her undies for daddy”. Sara smiled. “It was…so good…I had to poopy so badly…” “I could tell. These things look about to burst! Here, let me get you some more”. Leaving the living room, Alec walked quickly down the hall into their shared room, returning several seconds later with an opaque package. Reaching inside, Alec removed 2 extra pairs of white panties. “Lift your leg up, sweetie. These should help”. Sara complied, lifting one leg for Alec to slide up both pairs. Sara inserted her leg into the other hole, and Alec pulled them up with an audible squish. Sara breathed heavily as her cheeks grew bright red. “Is my little girl feeling better?” “Y-yes” “Come here”. Sara walked to Alec, who had sat on the couch. “Come sit in my lap”. Sara complied, placing her messy butt into the small hole between Alec’s folded legs. Alec placed Sara’s head on his shoulder, feeling her heartbeat through his neck. “My little girl always makes the biggest messes, doesn’t she? You deserve a reward, don’t you?” “Yes! Yes, please!” “But it’s not that type of reward. I know you already had that just a couple minutes ago. But this should feel good nonetheless”. Sara closed her eyes, listening to Alec breathe. Then, she felt the hand on her butt. The hand moved, pushing, spreading the mess out until every crevice was full of it. Sara gasped, clinging to Alec tightly as her whole body went on edge. It was such a massive turn on. It felt so unbelievably good. Sara felt herself unconsciously reaching for her panties, on the verge of pushing herself to another orgasm. But Alec’s voice stopped her. “No no, baby girl. You already did that earlier. You need to wait at least until bedtime. Just relax…and let yourself feel good”. Sara closed her eyes, taking Alec’s advice. It did feel good. But even so, the desire remained. Eventually though, the desire faded out as Sara let Alec rub her messy butt. As Sara lay there, she began to feel tired. ‘It wouldn’t hurt for me to just fall asleep here…’. Sara closed her eyes, even as Alec continued. In only a half minute, Sara was fast asleep. Alec laughed quietly seeing Sara’s sleeping form. He hadn’t expected it, but the two huge messes combined with the day’s emotional exhaustion must have taken a toll on her. Alec had been in little space before, and he knew how draining it felt to stay like that, especially after pooping or experiencing a big emotion like Sara’s sadness. “Alright, sweetie. I’ll try not to wake you up, but we need to get you changed,” Alec said quietly. Placing his arms underneath Sara, Alec lifted her up. Walking down the hall towards the bedroom, Alec couldn’t help but give one last squeeze. Sara twitched, then settled, breathing deeply. Alec had underestimated how hard she had been sleeping. A change wouldn’t be difficult if she was asleep after all. Opening the door, Alec walked Sara over to the changing table. He quickly removed her now very soiled panties. Alec briefly considered keeping them and putting them back in the wash, but one look told him that they were too far gone. He tossed them in the trash. Opening the pack of wipes, he quickly wiped Sara down, eliciting a quiet whimper from her as the cold touched her skin. Alec threw the now dirty wipes in the trash, picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Alec pulled back the covers and slid Sara under them. Checking his watch, Alec saw that it was only 5:27. Even so, such an early sleep was the key to not feeling like death the next morning. Alec would probably play some Warframe until at least 9, then go to bed with Sara. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, baby girl”.
  6. Good morning from the UK, its 2am and sleep is failing me. Thought I'd say hello world, at least our little niche part of it- wanted to reintroduce myself on here, as my usual go-to place to share my little kink seems to be one of the lesser-used places to do so, and certainly not the most social place to do so. I'm always looking to make the acquaintance of like-minded people. Mods, I hope I may link to my content on PH? https://www.pornhub.com/model/jet-wetter Let me know what you think!? JW
  7. 重複がありましたら申し訳ありません https://x.com/omo_love_0/status/1791846771091755470 https://x.com/kuzumotu/status/1792215009017434612 https://x.com/OLafAcBzms75Cm/status/1792542957977170021 https://x.com/nekoyashinji/status/1792108471414059454 https://x.com/ekitaititti045/status/1792568735385186562 https://x.com/oreonz_ooo/status/1792888072646062544 https://x.com/ekitaititti045/status/1789656113446891746 https://x.com/w1l37/status/1792203120522780835 https://x.com/Milele_M/status/1452648201429811201 https://x.com/kannagi_ts/status/1793230818024009962 https://x.com/laaapie/status/1793615865142997195 https://x.com/XQCL69/status/1793634800882086307 https://x.com/gojarun/status/1793604159876571372 https://x.com/sub94350039/status/1793600602775388170 https://x.com/oreonz_ooo/status/1794328532208038039 https://x.com/lemonyellow1204/status/1794034211218948346 https://x.com/BFHKyEQOotg4EMm/status/1794229164381487449 https://x.com/noa_cell/status/1793946373769044120 https://x.com/SORI_1945/status/1794597132336578857
  8. So the other night was my friends birthday, usually I don’t get high or drink unless I’m with people and someone else is. She wanted to have some fun so I said I would get high and a little drunk with her. We had been drinking throughout the night and I was decently tipsy when she wanted to go smoke. She also invited her neighbors to come smoke with us on the porch. We were having a good time hanging out, talking getting to know each other while getting high. We were on the porch for well over two hours and I didn’t realized how bad I really had to pee. I had been holding it unintentionally for most of the night and at this point I was bursting. 9/10 at least. We kept talking and I sat down on the porch wall. The wall is like 1.5 feet wide so I took and seat and was just enjoying the conversation when someone says something that made me laugh and I felt a leak. I didn’t want to go inside though because I was having fun and I didn’t know if the leak went through my jeans and I didn’t want them to see if it had. So I stayed seated. Then I laughed again and I just couldn’t hold it any longer, i was sitting there laughing and peeing and holding myself begging for it to stop and it was dripping on to the porch and soaking my jeans completely. I blamed it on being high and drunk and I ended up walking home at 3 in the morning soaking wet.
  9. Chapter 1: The Accident Brianna is a typical farm girl turned city folk. She was raised caring for cattle with her mom and a dairy farm, had a small rabbit breeding business, and now even has chickens she takes care of. Everything wasn't always sunshine and rainbows. She had a rough upbringing with many awful men taking advantage of her. An abusive father left them on the run, going from house to house. Only when she turned, 16 did things finally start to settle down with a good home and a good stepfather. 4 years later, she was done with school and in a very happy relationship dating a cute 20-year-old boy. He is tall, dark, and handsome, something you would typically only imagine. She stood at 5 ft even, while he was 5 ft 11 inches. They've been dating for about three months now. Every Tuesday night, they would go to the movies to see the $5 movie of the week. It was an excellent way for them to spend time together and share something they both enjoyed. Brianna worked on her chicken pen across the road from her city house. It was on a Tuesday evening, so she knew Brandon would be over in a little bit to pick her up and hang out. He was such a sweet boy. Both he and Brianna were raised as Christian kids. So they weren't into fooling around at the movies or doing anything too naughty. But they are both still young, and to say they didn't have feelings for each other in that way, would be a total lie. Pulling out her phone, Brianna saw it was 6:10 PM. "I'm almost done. I need five more minutes. Then I can head home to get ready for when Brandon gets here," she told herself. It was then she realized how badly she also had to pee. "I can hold it, nearly there," she told herself, as she started bouncing her hips up and down doing a little potty dance while her hands were busy putting the last touches on the fix needed to her chicken pen. The chickens would escape again if she didn't get this done right. Forget having breakfast in the morning. She would be lucky if they didn't turn up as chew toys for a nearby dog. "Almost there," she said while twisting the metal fencing around the post. But now she was crossing her legs, trying as hard as she could to hold it in. "Come on. I can do this!" Just as she finished tightening that part of the fence, the two worse things happened. First, the other side of the fence came undone, meaning she would need to go over there quickly and fix that before the chickens escaped. Secondly, Brandon just pulled up in his Chrysler. "Not now! Couldn't he have been five minutes late?" Brianna thought to herself. She quickly started to run over to the other side of the fence when she lost the fight. *hiss* Brianna started peeing her pants as she made her way to the side of the fence that broke. "No! How could I have let this happen? I'm 20, not 2. This is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen. My mom is never going to let me live this down. I guess the nickname was right, Pee-ana." All of these thoughts flooded her mind in an instant. "Oh my gosh! Brandon is right there. If he didn't see it already, he'll see it when I go to return home. There is no way I can hide this." Her jeans were soaked, and two dark blue streaks ran down her inner legs. "Can I blame it on spilling water on myself?" She thought, trying to find a way to avoid the embarrassment any more than she had to. Not wanting to waste more time, she quickly strung the fence enough so the chickens couldn't escape. Then promptly ran across the street to her home. As she did so, she crossed right in front of Brandon's car. There was no way that he didn't see that she had peeded her pants. "She is in a bit of a hurry," Brandon thought, seeing her sprinting, trying to avoid eye contact with him. "Wait, did she pee herself?" He sat a little straighter in his seat, trying to get a good look at her pants while she was running by. "No way." He couldn't believe his eyes. It looked like she did. And with how she acted, it was almost sure that was the case. Not wanting to make matters worse, Brandon pretends to be on his phone as he watches Brianna enter her house. He figures he should wait ten minutes before walking to the house to pick her up. If she did pee her pants, she would want a minute to get cleaned up and knowing her mom. There would be some comments. Her mom meant well and would try to be funny, but in cases like this, she doesn't realize that's not the time to joke around. **** "Hey, Bri, it looks like Brandon is here." Her mom started. "oh my gosh, did you pee your pants?" "I don't want to talk about it. I want to get cleaned up and forget this whole thing happened." "I mean, I know you are excited to see the guy, but come on, girl, you got to have some control." "MOM!" Brianna shouted back at her mom. She really wasn't in the mood right now. "Hey, don't get mad at me, Miss Pee-ana. You're the one who peed their pants right when your boyfriend showed up." "Seriously, I don't want to talk about it." "Alright, fine. But you better hurry up before he thinks somethings up." "If I'm lucky, he didn't see anything." "It looks like he is on his phone." "Good, I'll send him a text telling him I'll be out in a minute." with that, she pulled her phone out of her pocket. Luckily it doesn't look like she soaked that too. 'Hey, hun, I'll be out in a minute, just chatting with my mom real quick.' "There, message sent." *Ding* 'Hey, hun, I'll be out in a minute, just chatting with my mom real quick.' "Shoot, that means her mom probably saw. Hopefully, she didn't pick on Brianna too much," Brandon thought. 'No worries, take your time. I got here a little early. So Just let me know when you are ready.' *Ding* "Phew, I don't think he saw. I'm going to get cleaned up. Don't say a word to him about this," Brianna told her mom. "I won't, I promise." Brianna then ran up the stairs to her bedroom as fast as possible. She snagged a change of underwear and pants. Then into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Working on a dairy farm helped her learn how to get cleaned up excitedly, well, and fast. Within 5 minutes, she had managed to get herself all cleaned up. She wiped her legs with a wet towel to remove the smell of urine, put on some perfume, and got dressed. Soon after, she was out the door and climbed into Brandon's car. "Whoa, that was fast," Brandon said to Brianna. "What do you mean?" She asked him, wondering if he knew she had peed her pants. "Your conversation with your mom. You two sometimes can talk a while, given I was here early. I just thought maybe she would want to keep chatting with you for a while longer" Luckily, Brandon was quick on his feet. He was able to come up with that reply quickly. In reality, he was shocked at how quickly she could get changed and cleaned up from her accident. "Oh yeah, heh. I was excited to see you, so I wanted to keep it short." She told him. "Phew, he didn't see," she thought. "Phew! She doesn't know that I saw her. Should I say something about it?" Brandon thought. I might ruin the evening, but it could also be a chance for them to grow closer.
  10. thdrsjtr

    Sleepwalking

    From the album: My Omo Art

    If you've ever found a puddle in the house where it shouldn't be, maybe Edward's sleep trip just didn't end in the bathroom.
  11. If you haven’t watched Hazbin Hotel, I highly recommend it. This is my first time publishing my art 😬 hope you all enjoy it. Should I write a story to this? I was picturing him getting caught by Husk 😏
  12. i love talkative girls cadence lux bed wetting confession.mp4 hope-harpers-big-pad-embarassment.mp4
  13. Chapter One Desperation in the Sky “Okay, first we gotta get through- OW!” Sokka’s sentence was interrupted by a rock being thrown at his head. He looked behind his shoulder and frowned. Aang and Toph were snickering, and Katara looked like she was trying to contain her laughter. “Okay, who did that? I’m not mad, just disappointed.” “It was me.” Toph said with a giggle. “I’LL GET YOU, YOU LITTLE—” Sokka started crawling to the other side of Appa, only to be interrupted by Katara, who created a wall of water to prevent him from moving further. “Grah! Whatever!” He begrudgingly retreated, resuming his position by the map. The rest of the gang’s laughter echoed in the sky. Katara bent the water back into her pouch. The group of friends were travelling to the Fire Nation capital on the back of Appa the sky bison. With her laughter coming to an end, Katara noticed something. She had to use the bathroom. Pretty badly, actually. She decided to raise her need. “Sokka, I need to use the bathroom. Let’s bring Appa down.” When they first started their journey, she felt weird about peeing outside, but she quickly got over it, as there were often no toilets on the way to the Northern Water Tribe— or on the way to Ba Sing Se and Capital City, for that matter. “Uh, yeah, no.” Sokka retorted. “What!? Why not!?” “We’re on a tight schedule, remember? Two potty breaks a day. We’ve already taken both.” “Ugh, do you have to call them ‘potty breaks’? We’re not five. Anyways, I didn’t go at the last one.” “Well, you should’ve peed when we were there last; it was only half an hour ago!” “I didn’t have to go then! And I drank a bunch of water from the spring!” Sokka rolled his eyes. “If you really need to go, you can just go off the side of Appa.” “Absolutely not!” Aang and Katara both shouted in unison. “Why not?” “She’d get it all over Appa!” Aang argued. “Not to mention, I’m a girl.” “What does that have to do with it?” Sokka questioned. “It means I have a 50-50 chance of falling off if I try to go off Appa.” “I like those odds!” Toph added unhelpfully. Katara rolled her eyes. “Besides, at least I have trees when we’re down there. There’s nothing to cover me up. Everyone would see my… everything. Well, except for Toph.” “I would still hear it.” Katara blushed. “All the more reason to stop.” Sokka groaned. “Well, you’ll just have to hold it. You said it yourself, you're not five.” Katara glared at him. “GAH! YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT, Y’KNOW THAT!?” “So you keep telling me, but I’m the one who’s going to get us to the capital before the eclipse.” She growled and stopped talking, beginning to shift her weight around. “Hey, Katara!” Toph called. “You can make it!” “Thank you, To-” “Just think about your bending. Imagine you’re down by a river, practising with Aang.” Katara’s bladder panged. “And there’s a massive waterfall nearby pouring endless droplets—” “Okay, that’s enough, Toph!” “You know, when you're in the water, you don't have to get out to—” Toph was interrupted by a large clump of water falling on her. “I said that's enough, Toph.” Toph looked like she was about to add something, but decided to stop reluctantly. The things she said caused Katara’s desperation to speed up significantly. She tried to ignore the images Toph had put in her head, but her head was now full of pictures of waterfalls and rivers. As she crossed her legs together, Aang looked at her sympathetically. He wanted to say something but decided to leave her to her own devices. Katara ground her teeth. She was dumbfounded at how she had allowed herself to get so desperate. Sure, she didn't have to go at the spring, but she still should've tried after all she had to drink. Toph had a regretful look on her face. “Hey, Katara?” Katara looked up. “Sorry for making fun of you. It wasn't that funny.” Katara smiled. “It's okay. I guess the whole situation is pretty funny.” “I agree!” Sokka stated. “Wasn't asking you, lemur breath.” Katara said coldly. Momo chattered angrily. “Sorry, Momo, that was an insult to your breath.” Sokka grumbled something unintelligible. Katara continued holding, mostly in silence, for the next half-hour. The time went by slowly because there was little to do thousands of feet in the air. Usually, she would just make random shapes with her bending water to pass the time, but that wasn’t an option in her current situation. Slowly, her desperation became more intense, eventually resulting in a leak. She let out an involuntary whimper, causing her teammates to look at her. “Ugh… I’m… I’m sorry, Aang!” She climbed out of Appa's saddle onto the edge of his back. “Katara!?” Aang looked at her, shocked. “Look away, please!” Katara requested. Sokka complied, but Aang and Toph didn’t. “What, no, I—” Aang saw Katara reaching under her dress. He looked away with a blush. “Just… please don’t get any on him, please.” Appa grunted. Katara pulled her panties down to her knees and looked up at the saddle. While Aang and Sokka looked away, Toph had her head towards her, looking bored.”Toph, look away, please!” “I’m not ‘looking’ at anything.” She felt another leak roll down her legs, as she no longer had anything to catch it. She was desperate to let go, but “Please, just do it, Toph!” Toph rolled her eyes and turned her head to the side. With that, Katara pulled her dress up and went into a half-squat, careful not to fall off. She took a deep breath and let go… or at least, she tried. She awkwardly stood for a few seconds, trying to let go to no avail. “And here I am thinking I got over my pee shyness.” She thought. “Hey, are you done yet?” Toph asked. “You pee quieter than I thought you would.” Katara blushed. “I can’t go. Can you all cover your ears? Especially you, Toph?” The rest of the gang covered their ears, Toph looking even more annoyed. After a few seconds, she gasped and began to pee. The yellow liquid fell down to the surface below, missing Appa by a hair. She let out a big sigh, feeling her bladder deflate. However, as she did, she lost focus on her footing and slipped off with a yelp. Toph’s eyes widened. The two boys didn’t see or hear Katara falling off, but Toph felt the weight being removed from Appa. She tugged on Aang’s shoulder. “Aang, Katara is falling!” Aang removed his hands from his ears and quickly ran over to the saddle's edge, looking over the edge. “Oh no!” He assumed a basic air-bending stance and pulled Katara back up. “Nice save, man!” Sokka, who had noticed the commotion, said. “That could’ve ended really baaaaaadl—” His voice trailed off as Katara came into view. Her panties had fallen down to the surface below, though luckily, her dress had fallen back into place. The problem was, however, that she had never stopped peeing. The front of her dress was stained, turning it a darker shade of red. There were trails of urine running down her legs, falling to the surface below. Katara was crying, unable to contain her embarrassment. When she finished, Aang sat her down on Appa’s saddle. “Are you alright?” Aang asked softly. “Y-yeah, I’ll be fine.” Katara said, voice shaking. “Do you want us to land Appa so you can change?” Katara thought for a moment before nodding her head no. “I can just do this.” She raised her hands, and the pee came off of her legs and clothing and formed a yellow ball. Katara blushed furiously at the fact that she had to do that, but it was better than staying in wet clothes. “Well, at least you learned a valuable lesson!” Sokka said, going back to Appa’s reins. “What!?” Katara said, so angry she nearly dropped her “water”. “Now you know to go when there’s a break!” Katara’s face turned red, this time not from embarrassment, but from anger. Then, a sinister smile formed on her face. She took aim at the back of Sokka’s head and threw the liquid. Needless to say, Sokka was suddenly okay with taking another break. Beta read @Golden Guard
  14. This is my first story in English and on this side! Normally I only write on Wattpad and in German so please be nice and enjoy! ___________________________________ Chapter 1 Hannah is on vacation with her family. She didn't want to go because she turned 18 half a year ago and wanted to stay at home to chill with her friends. But her parents insisted that she have to come with them and her younger brother. Her little brother was the other reason why she didn't want to come. He's a pain in the ass and whenever he gets on her nerves, she's in the end the one who gets punished for nothing. The same situation occurred yet again. They're on the highway for quite a bit and Hannah drank a lot because of the enormous heat of the summer sun. She noticed her bladder already an hour ago but it wasn't that bad at the moment. But now she regretted her decision as she noticed that her bladder had already started to bulge. It was always easy to see if her bladder filled up, because of her slim body. It still wasn't that bad but she could feel her desperation grow more and more. After another half an hour she had to cross her legs tightly as her desperation raised. Her brother saw her desperate state as well and shouted “I think Hannah needs to pee!”. Hannah was annoyed but a little bit relieved that she didn't have to ask for herself. Her mother immediately turned around, nodded and told Hannah's dad to navigate to the nearest rest stop. Hannah's bladder was already the size of a Tennis Ball and more than visible to everyone, especially her little brother who started to poke Hannah's already screaming bladder. Hannah flinched immediately and almost leaked. The pain in her bladder was enormous. She had to press her thighs as hard as possible together and even needed a hand to hold the flood back. Hannah was angry at her brother and pushed him away. Instantly her brother started to cry and yelled that she hurt him and that she's mean. At this moment her father turned into a rest stop and parked the car at the nearest toilet. Hannah was about to sprint out of the car and get to the saving toilet but her mother stopped her. “Why are you always so mean to your brother?” She asked her angrily. "B-but…He pushed on my bladder and-” she wasn't able to end her sentence. Her mother interrupted her and said that, as a punishment, she's not allowed to use the restroom until everyone else used it and took their time to stretch a little bit. Hannah was in complete shock. What kind of cruel punishment is that? And how is she supposed to hold it that long? She was already getting dangerously near to her limits. Hannah's eyes teared up as she nervously undone her seatbelt which was pressing on her big bulging bladder. But as she was unlocking it, her mother called out to her that the seat belt is going to stay on as long as everyone is using the toilet and that she has to stay in the car until everyone returns. Hannah was in absolute pain, her mind went crazy and all she could think about was her need to relieve this hot pee inside of her body. She pressed both hands between her legs and pushed with all her strength against her throbbing pee hole. Her bladder felt heavy and was rock hard. She really struggled to not let any leak escape her. Everyone who was passing her parents car could see her bladder, the pain in her face and the nonchalant hands between her legs, while she was restless rocking back and forth in her seat. It really felt like an eternity had passed when her family finally got back to the car. Without a second left to waist, she unlocked her seatbelt and got out of the car but only to be held back again by her mom. Hannah was crying at this point and bagged her parents to finally let her pee. She didn't care anymore about everyone else. She just wanted to pee so bad because she knew that she could hold it another 10 minutes! But her mother was strict and would never let her go without fulfilling the punishment. Hannah felt everyone staring at her bladder which popped out so much out of her leggings that it looked like she was pregnant. And to make this situation even worse she felt her muscles slowly giving in to that enormous pressure. But even if only a few hot drops managed to escape her bladder, the warmth feeling in her pants makes it even worse to hold it. Because of her mother still grabbing her arm, Hannah wasn't able to use both hands to hold the next few drops back. She cried in pain and desperation and that she hates her mother. Even trying to get away from her mother made everything worse and more drops started to escape her tired bladder. Until Hannah reached the point of no return. Her mother pulled her closer to make her shut up but because of that sudden movement, Hannah's bladder had finally had enough and all of her hot pee, she was holding for so long gushed with full force out of her and with a clear hissing sound into her leggings and down her legs. You could hear every drop splashing on the ground. Not even Hannah's crying and sobbing was loud enough to overtone the sound. You could slowly see her abdomen getting flatter again as her bladder getting more and more empty. Finally when the last drop find it's way out of her body Hannah suddenly collapsed and fell on her knees in her own puddle. Everyone who was watching the scene were sad for her and angry against her mother. Some kids were laughing and Hannah? Hannah was relieved but extremely embarrassed at the same time. As soon as she realized that everyone was still staring, she finally managed to free herself and sprint to the restroom. When she finally entered the stall it was obviously already too late. Nothing more was left in her bladder. Hannah was drenched in her own warm pee that slowly got cold between her still shaking legs. The strong scent of pee fills the bathroom stall and a few tears roll over her red burning cheeks. She wipes them away and examines the damage. Hannah slowly pushed down her leggings and pants as she noticed something odd. She was extremely wet between her legs and not only because of the accident!
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    Another genuine male bedwetting sped up x1400 speed from 1:33am-3:13am. First wetting around 2:09am. Slept through the whole thing.
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  16. This is my last new series for a while, and unlike my other works, it is an anthology series. This means that none of the characters have to come back, and each chapter can be unrelated to the last. Completely open to viewer support, this also gives you, the reader, the chance to ask for a scenario and potentially have it featured! All characters must be over 18. Feel free to DM or comment with said ask. As always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated The Student-Teacher Bond Late-spring mornings can be deceptive. They start out cool and misty, then heat up with the sun. It made the afternoon unbearable, and summer vacation essential. Just as essential was preparation for a hot classroom. A cold, iced morning coffee and a thermos full of ice water was the perfect solution. After nearly a decade of teaching, nothing surprised Elizabeth Oliver anymore, especially not the lack of air conditioning at Howe Highschool. What did take her this morning was the appearance of Barbara Stern in the teacher’s lounge. “Barbra? Tired of retirement already?” The old teacher laughed “Just about. They have me subbing today.” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. She wasn’t aware of anyone taking the day off. “For who?” “You.” This took Elizabeth by surprise, which she quickly dissipated with the realization of what it was. “Don’t tell me they picked me to proctor?” Barbra nodded, Elizabeth groaned. She paused “Well, at least it’s you. We’ve got a test next week, you’ve got the lesson plan?” Barbra gave the much younger teacher a look. One of a quiet knowing “Right. Like I said. I’m glad its you.” Elizabeth took a long drink from her thermos. “My advise Beth? As someone who’s had to proctor these state exams, they don’t let you out either. Make sure you refill that before you go in.” “Wasn’t you who had that student pass out from dehydration, was it?” “No, but I nearly did. Make sure your students have plenty too.” Elizabeth nodded. It was going to be a quiet morning. ############################# Megan knew her mother would kill her if she caught her buying energy drinks. But it was Megan’s own money, and she was 18 now, so it was her choice. She knew it’d be hot in that room, so two ice cold ones would do. The trip up to Howe Highschool was a short one. Despite the morning school traffic, the gas station from which she made her purchase was only a short drive away. It made her feel like an adult, to park the car and get herself situated. Independent and free. Quickly hopping out of the car, she called to her friend Emily before they entered the building. “Hey short-stuff! Wait up!” The small girl in spandex turned around, smiling but blushing “Don’t call me that!” “What? Afraid Mike ‘ll hear?” “Yes! Your mom let you take the car?” The building was already hotter than the outdoors. Both could feel it as they crossed through the double doors. “Yeah. I might leave after the test.” “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’ve got the make-up for the C.A.N.T, right?” The two stopped in the hallway, Emily put her bag into her locker and grabbed her books for her first class “Why do you think I have these?” Megan held up her energy drinks “Don’t let coach see you with those! She’ll make you drink extra water!” “I know. Been having water since I got up. I’m seriously peeing like every five minutes!” “Speaking of which, I’m going before cla-“ The bell rang, breaking their conversation. Emily continued “Guess I’ll be late. You’ve got to head out, They lock you out of those, and I heard you’ve got Ms. Oliver!” Megan groaned, she could already feel her bladder reacting to her recently finished water bottle. She followed Emily to the bathroom but passed by “Gonna have to be quick, you know she’s a stickler for rules!” Emily replied, but Megan was walking too quickly to hear it as she made her way to her state test. As she opened the heavy door, Megan was surprised to be the only student there. Ms. Oliver sat at a steel desk facing the doorway. Megan picked a seat somewhat near her, a few rows back. “Were we expecting a full class?” She asked “You and five others.” Ms. Oliver spoke curtly Megan nodded. “If it’s ok with you, may I use the bathroom real quick?” “No. Doors lock in two” “It’ll be quick-“ “You’ve already wasted a minute talking.” Ms. Oliver cut her off and ended the conversation. Megan was sure she’d be ok, but she’d feel better if she was allowed to go. The two sat silent for a moment. Ms. Oliver sipped from her thermos and Megan from her energy drink. Standing, Ms. Oliver grabbed a sheet of paper from her desk and walked over to the door, locking it. Walking back to the front of the classroom, she began to read from the paper, speaking in an authoritative tone. “I’ve now locked the door, The test will begin shortly. There will be no phone or mobile device use, nor is any student permitted to leave the testing are without forfeiting their work…” As Ms. Oliver read on, Megan tiled her energy drink towards herself and gulped down a large quantity to prepare herself. It would be a long test. ########################## Megan looked at the clock. Nearly a half an hour had passed. The heat of the room was starting to get to her. She had already finished one drink and was working on another. She felt warm, and the can was covered in moisture and sweat. She looked at Ms. Oliver. Her teacher was finishing her thermos, taking a large enough sip that it clinked off of her thin glasses. She looked at Megan. “Eyes on your test.” Megan raised her hand quickly “Can you open the window? It’s a little warm.” With this request, Ms. Oliver complied. Both teacher and student had downed a considerable amount of fluid and each was just hoping they felt warm from the heat of the room. Megan looked back at her test. 57 down, 200 to go…it was going to be a long test. Megan checked the clock. Feeling the first hint of her filled bladder. She looked at her now empty energy drink. She could feel its effects as she started to jitter from the caffeine. She tapped her pencil on the desk, the yellow utensil clacking off of the plastic desk. As her water and energy drink continued to push into her bladder, Megan countered sightly using her womanly muscles. A dull ache, it remained as she pressed on through her next set of questions. The room was still hot. Against her better judgement, she took another sip from her other energy drink. The can was coated with moisture, and the liquid did little to cool her body. A silence came back over the room as Megan returned to her work. Another question in and the quiet was broken by Ms. Oliver, who suddenly stood. Megan looked up, watching her proctor straighten her red blouse and press her black pencil skirt. She walked over to Megan, her heels knocking against the linoleum floor. She stood by the student, looking over her test. Megan found it hard to continue to work with the added supervision, and her mind wandered back to her bladder. A constant heavy feeling had settled in her abdomen, and Megan wondered if her tight, dark, jeans were too tight. A finger made its way across the desk and pointed at her test. Ms. Oliver gave her a complement “Nice job on this one. You’ll get there. Stay focused.” It was slightly out of the ordinary for Ms. Oliver, but Megan took the complement. She looked at her teacher, her eyes at thigh level, noticing Ms. Oliver’s pantyhose-clad legs shaking slightly. Megan looked up, Ms. Oliver smiled, blushing from embarrassment and walked back to her desk. Megan worked, but each question was seemingly taking longer. The heat of the room didn’t help. She wanted to drink, but couldn’t. The chair was uncomfortable. She dug her knuckles into her back to ease her muscles, but as she pressed into her back it was as though she had pushed her water forward. She cringed and shot her body forward. Rubbing her thighs together in an odd attempt to repel her advancing urine. Ms. Oliver looked over at the noise. Megan gave a look of an apology. Ms. Oliver looked at the mounted clock on the wall. “You have two hours remaining.” Megan looked back at the questions she had filled in. She could finish on time, she knew that. But she was slowing down. Her bladder weighed her mind down as well as her body. Like running underwater, Megan slowly felt her mind unable to press through her growing need. She peered at Ms. Oliver, her teacher was as stiff as a statue, Megan could hear her breathing. “Finish your test.” Ms. Oliver could feel Megan’s eyes looking at her “May I please go to the bathroom?” It was worth it to ask “Are you forfeiting your test?” “No…” “Then you may not. We can make it.” We? Megan reviewed her test. Nearly at question one hundred. Nearly halfway. The only problem was her bladder, which was filled entirely. Tap. Tap. Tap. Megan bounced her pencil off of the desk. Anything to keep her mind off of her pain. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. She felt hot, sticky, sweaty. The open window did nothing to help. She leaned forward, her white shirt was damp from absorbing her body heat. She adjusted in her chair, moving forward. Balling her hand into a fist and pressing it into her thigh, Megan hoped the new sensation would distract her from the tightness of her full bladder. It did not. She could feel the heat from her genitals as she dug harder into her thigh. She at the clock again. The rhythmic ticking soothing her somewhat. Ms. Oliver stood sharply. Stiffly, she preened her outfit. Megan observed as she walked towards the clock, her legs crossing with each slow step. She stood, staring at the clock as it continued to tick. Not realizing that Megan was watching, she dug her hand into her crotch, bunching her black pencil skirt into her crotch and bent forward. “A-are y…you ok?” Megan asked “F-f-fine.” Ms. Oliver pointed, blushing “Test.” Megan nodded and put her head back down. She still saw Ms. Oliver out of the corner of her eye. Her proctor paced, her heels making a racket as she paced. Megan looked up again, watching as Ms. Oliver grabbed at the hiem of her skirt. “Stop looking at me! I-I’ll forfeit you if you do that again!” She barked at Megan Megan smacked her dry lips. The room was hot, she was sweaty and dehydrated. Yet couldn’t drink. While answering a question on Macbeth, Megan felt a rush of hot liquid run towards her opening. She clenched, tighter than before. Still dry. Moments later, another wave of desperation came over her, this one stronger than before. She felt a hot, burning sensation as she fought hard to counter the strong urge to pee. She dug her hand in harder, wincing as she put some pressure on her swollen abdomen. Megan looked. Her bladder was protruding from her shirt, her jeans digging in. She rubbed it. Another wave. First a warm sensation that covered her body, then a cool one. Time stood still. She swallowed. Another question. Having lost track of time, Megan’s mind could only concentrate on one thing and that was not releasing her pee. Of all the times she had been desperate in her life, she couldn’t think of one that was worse. It hurt. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. I really have to pee. The same two phrases dominated Megan’s mind. She hadn’t answered a question in sometime. She just wanted to hold it. Her concentration was broken by a sudden gasp. She looked at Ms. Oliver Her teacher quickly launched from her desk chair, legs twisted like a vine around each other. Her hands buried deep into her crotch. She shook visibly. She picked up the landline on her desk. Megan heard her whisper “Please come up here and relieve me…” Ms. Oliver hissed into the receiver Whatever the response was, she didn’t like it. Groaning, Ms. Oliver slammed the phone back down. She shook where she stood. Megan tried again, hoping the obvious predicament they were both in would lead her to relief. “Ms. Oliver, I really have to go-“ “Stop! Stop! Stop talking about pee…” “But I did-“ “Finish your test!” As Ms. Oliver spoke, Megan could see a small streak of discoloration maneuver down one of her legs before she quickly sat back down. What made it worse, was the Megan knew she was next. She sat on the heel of her sneaker. Temporary relief. She struggled. Megan rocked on her heel, hand pressed firmly into her crotch. Ms. Oliver stood again. Megan watched her teacher pace around the front of the room again. Starting to feel dizzy. Lightheaded. Megan needed support. The desk. She grabbed it with all her might, her knuckles turning white. Her pencil rolled off her desk. She wanted to grab it. But she couldn’t move. She made one final plea. “Ms. Oliver please! I…I really have to-“ Megan stopped her words. Her mind went blank, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. A loud splatter erupted from where her teacher was standing. A two-pronged stream shot from under her skirt, loudly starting a puddle. Smaller streams and streaks began to splatter and drip from her backside. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all student and teacher could hear was her pent up pee smacking the floor with a splash. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. “A-ahhh! F-n-no!” Ms. Oliver crossed her legs, the main flow of clear urine now spraying down her legs as it slowed. She gripped the front of her skirt and managed to stop it. Bending over her desk, she looked back at Megan. “I-I’m sorry…” Dead silence. Time stood still. The only noise was the sound of Ms. Oliver’s jilted, stunted breathing. Bothe teacher and student shook, their muscles at their limits. Megan couldn’t help but feel a moist sensation in her own panties. She felt. Watching her teacher leak had let some out. She felt better. She closed her eyes, and relaxed a little. Another spirt. It was delightful. Some more. And more. Megan looked down as she opened her eyes. The field hockey captain now had a dark patch on her jeans. She wanted to let it all out. She didn’t care anymore. Her teacher had leaked and now so had she. Her emotions took over. Relief, embarrassment, jubilation. It was too much for her young mind. Megan began to sniffle as she cried. As she felt the tickling sensation escape her labia, she stated a fact though muffled tears “I’m gonna pee my pants…” Again, it wasn’t her that took the spotlight, but her teacher. Clear urine had begun to flow freely from Ms. Oliver, starting a new puddle just a few inches from the last. This time, she had a partner as she whispered. “You’re not the only one…” Megan shook. At this point, she was more or less forcing herself to pee. It hurt too much to hold it, and she wasn’t the only one. But rationalizing it didn’t help as she watched a yellowish puddle expand from her seated thighs. Her jeans were warm, soaked and darkened at the crotch. Her entire lap was covered in a darkened cloud from the storm she was unleashing. The puddle expanded, moving slowly as she released, heading for the edge of her chair. Megan was nowhere near done as she felt it expand off of the sides of her chair. With nowhere else to go, it began to drip and splatter onto the calves of her jeans. They darkened somewhat, though inconsistently as a puddle also formed under her chair. Having caught the majority of her forcible pee, the chair began to leak down the front, and her entire seat dripped as Megan emptied her bladder into her pants. Megan put her head down. She sniffled, unable to keep her emotions in check. As she hugged her head with her hands, she could feel the tears on her cheeks. And odd sensation as her jeans cooled. Through coughs and wails she could only make out the word sorry. The only word she was capable of even conceiving through her sorrow. Megan felt a gentle hand on her back, her breathing was still irregular even as her most dramatic convulsions were subsiding. She heard Ms. Oliver whisper “It’s ok. Megan, its over. I won’t judge you…” Megan looked up at her teacher, their eyes meeting. Ms. Oliver still had her hand on Megan’s shoulder “Finished?” Megan nodded “Here.” Ms. Oliver motioned for her to stand Taken by surprised for the second time that day, Ms. Oliver received a hug from her student, even as she still cried. “Megan, it’s ok. It’s a stupid rule and I’m sorry. It got me too…but I’m going to make it up to you.” Megan removed herself from the embrace and looked at her teacher. “If you let me change in here, and finish your test, I’ll make sure no one ever knows about this. And you can be dismissed for the day.” Megan nodded, still glassy-eyed. Ms. Oliver hiked up her skirt and stepped out of her heels. Megan moved seats as her teacher shimmied out of her pantyhose and panties. Tossing them into one of the desk drawers, Ms. Oliver reassured her pupil. “It’ll be our little secret.” The two smiled as Ms. Oliver pulled her skirt back down. She’d go the rest of the day without panties, discovering the freedom it gave her to forgo them entirely. True to her word, no one ever found out about Megan’s accident. There was a rumor about Ms. Oliver, but as time passed, so did the gossip. This was just another chapter in the secret history of Howe High School.
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    Kendra Spade just had sex with her boyfriend and is going home. She gets a call from her friend Gia wondering why her stepdad called her and warns Kendra. She tells her friend that she really has to pee right now and it’s pretty bad desperation. As she gets to the door Kendra tries sneaking in the house but her stepdad is right in front of the door. She didn’t tell her stepdad Derrick Pierce where or who she was out with. Lying to him Kendra tippy toes clutching her bladder muscles trying to hold in her piss as her father lectures her. Looking at her facial expressions you can really tell she has to go or else she will piss herself. Kendra drops her coffee cup on the floor and starts pissing her jeans in humility and shock. As her father and her realize what happened Kendra starts apologizing but Derrick tries to apologize as well. They both don’t know what to do but Derrick starts to have parenting nature and acts quickly. He tells Kendra not to worry as both try cleaning up the two wet spills. Derrick grabs a bunch of towels but Kendra wants to change lol 😂. Derrick tells Kendra that she shouldn’t move because it might go on the expensive carpet. Derrick explains that she’s going to have to strip off her jeans as they need to go in the washing machine. Kendra becomes so embarrassed because she’s going to strip in front of her step daddy. Derrick explains that it will be fine because he is her stepdad not her real one. Kendra gives in and reveals her cute blue thong which are totally drenched with piss. Derrick dries her pussy but soon realized that he could have fun with his stepdaughter. Rubbing his hand under her hairy pussy Derrick enjoys the wet feeling and Kendra starts enjoying it… Derrick lifts his stepdaughter’s shirt and it is a matching bra top underneath. Kendra’s sexy boobs are exposed. I didn’t get to post the entire video because of error that Omorashiorg is having
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  18. Here's the next Bedwetting Blunders story! I'm not sure if I wanna continue this or for how much longer, but I hope you enjoyed it regardless. Sorry this was late too. I had scrapped the original version of this because I wasn't happy with it. Also I was working on a Nijisanji series I had also scrapped in light of the recent events and allegations. In it's place, I'm actually thinking of making a new messing series based on the Persona series. If you have any input on what you'd like to see, please let me know! “Stop it!” “As if! Hey girls, we got a little baby over here!” Jax beckoned her clique as she stepped on her victim with her black, high-rise boots. Donning a sharp, neo-goth aesthetic with her partly-shaved hair, she pinned the poor girl to the ground as she pulled her dress up. “Just leave me alone!” Amy, who laid on the ground crying, had suffered from physical development issues for most of her life, leading not only to her being smaller than most teens, but having issues controlling her bladder too. For the longest time, she had been very diligent about hiding her padding under long, flowing pastel dresses. But now, she’s in a losing battle to hide her wet diaper at summer camp against the school’s biggest bully. “What’s wrong? It can happen to anyone, right? No need to be ashamed, right?” Jax teased. As if on cue, the rest of her group surrounded Amy. “Aww, so cute!” Allie cooed. Hailing from a very affluent background, she was the first to join Jax’s group, able to coerce people with money only to set them up for the fall. Making eye contact with Amy, she imitated sucking her thumb and crying. “Damn, she really soaked it,” Zoey said as she squished Amy’s diaper against her. She chuckled to herself, thinking about how there’s viewers of her camshows that would die to see her like this. Zoey, having been held back a grade, had always been happy to use her body as a commodity, and to an extent, got freaky with her kinks too. Her creativity was a key player in many of the group’s bullying tactics. “Hey, isn’t this a bit too far?” Kara, Jax’s younger sister, asked with some concern. It was rare that she participated in any of the group’s antics, often acting as the voice of reason. The only reason she hung out with them was that she admired how strong and confident her older sister was and would even go as far as mimicking her looks. “HEY! What’s going on over there?!” One of the camp counselors began to march up to the scene. “Shit, party’s over girls. Time to scram,” Jax instructed, the girls following her away at a brisk pace. “Hey hun, everything alright?” The counselor comforted the weeping girl. “I-I…” she couldn’t bring herself to say anything as the counselor took her to the nurse, however, internally she had one thought repeating in her mind. “I’ll make them pay.” “That shit was too funny!” Jax bursted out laughing, pulling her white crop top over her large breasts, her purple boyshorts otherwise exposed. “Y’all are really too much sometimes,” Kara criticized the group as she got dressed in her sleepwear, which matched her sister’s own save the underwear, opting for blue, brief-style panties instead. “We could seriously get in hot water for that.” “Don’t worry baby girl.” Zoey pulled up a pair of sparkling pink gym shorts but was otherwise naked. “Did you see her face? She doesn’t have the guts to do anything to us, especially now that we know her little secret.” “Plus, if she tries anything, I can just make sure a package of diapers appears at her front door every morning.” Allie let out a haughty laugh. Her white and gold-laced dress stuck out like a sore thumb, barely hiding her similarly luxurious silver-lace panties. “Whatever you guys say, I guess,” the younger sister said dismissively. The group chatted idly amongst themselves before passing out in their beds. Amy carefully closed the door behind her as she entered the bullies’ cabin. She checked the time on her phone before turning up the volume and placing it in the center of the cabin. Pulling up YouTube, she played a video titled "Sleep Hypnosis | Bedwetting/Weak Bladder”. The short girl had her doubts on whether or not the hypnosis would work. She’d spent hours searching online for a real hypnosis audio until she found this one, where the comments swore up and down that it genuinely worked. Anxious about being caught and giddy about the prospect of turning her bullies into bedwetters like her, she sat patiently for the video’s duration. Around an hour in, Amy was getting impatient, unsure of if she’d have any success, but just then, Jax started to grumble and shuffle. Amy initially thought the bully was waking up until she had heard a faint hissing noise coming from her. Within seconds, similar noises came from every bed. “No way…,” she thought to herself, before going to cautiously check each girl’s sheets. Wet. Wet. Wet. Wet. “Yes!” Amy exclaimed before covering her mouth. “Hmmmm,” Kara moaned as another small trickle left her bladder and added to the puddle beneath her. She turned over onto her side before snoring softly. “Oooh, I can’t wait for this morning,” Amy thought with glee. Sparing no time, she collected her phone and snapped pictures of the girls before fleeing the scene. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” Jax screamed at the top of her lungs, startling the other girls awake. The bedding was completely soaked, and the puddle grew large enough to soak the back of her top. “Mmm, what gives? H-huh?” Kara stirred awake before feeling wet all over her body. Sitting up, she saw her entire body wet in her urine, soaked from spending the whole night tossing and turning in her puddle. Her perky tits poked through her now yellow crop top. “Wow, that’s a lot.” Zoey stared down at her wet shorts and bedding, equal parts aroused and embarrassed as she grappled with discovering a humiliating new fetish. “Ugh, do you have any idea how much these clothes cost?” Allie whined, her pee travelling up her stomach in her sleep, completely soaking the front of her lavish dress. “Girls get up!” The camp counselor called from outside. “We have to discuss your actions yesterday with the head counselor. Panicking, the girls scrambled back under their sheets as the counselor entered. “What’s wrong? Hurry up and get out of bed.” “G-give us a s-sec, ‘kay?” Jax stammered. “We gotta change clothes first.” “Huh, weird of you to care about modesty,” the counselor joked, leaning her back against the wall and tipping her hat. “Don’t let me stop you.” “B-but…,” Allie started, but realizing the gig was probably up, slowly got out of bed and revealed her soaked state to the older woman. It wasn’t long before the other girls reluctantly followed suit. “Well, I’ll be damned,” the counselor said, flabbergasted. “Guess the devil has some jokes in his book.” “OW! FUCK! STOP!” Jax screamed out. One after another, the neo-goth’s behind was wacked with an oak paddle as she lay bent over the head counselor’s knee. In front of them stood the other girls, butts as red as Mars, and plain-print diapers firmly strapped around their waists. Each girl had various reactions to their punishment, from regret to anger to horniness, but each girl shared a feeling of humiliation never felt before in their lives. Standing next to the counselor was Amy, a sly grin on her face as she watched the events unfold. She felt completely satisfied, her own wet diaper notwithstanding. After Jax was properly paddled and pampered, she was sent back in line with the other bullies and instructed to apologize to the girl. “Sorry,” the four said in unison. “Apology accepted,” Amy replied. Between this incident and the photos she took, she took pride in knowing she had complete control over her once bullies. The rest of camp played out interestingly. Aside from the events that unfolded that night, the bullies continued to wet themselves at night, only this time in their diapers. Inversely, Amy’s bedwetting seemed to stop, at least for the time being, further embarrassing the group. What’s more, the hypnosis also had the added effect of weakening the girls’ bladder control during the daytime too, leading to the occasional accident and humiliating diaper checks by the counselors. Although she showed no love for most of them, Amy did feel bad for putting Kara in the same position as everyone else. After all, although she was complicit, she never actually did anything and was the one who told the other girls to stop. Before returning to school, the two met up privately and reconciled, becoming friends in the process. Kara promised to leave the bully clique and keep her scheme a secret in return for her own hypnosis being undone and her pictures being deleted. On the first day of school, Amy and Kara were on their way to becoming close friends, while Jax, Allie and Zoey were kept in diapers by their families. While no one dared say anything out of risk of being harassed, the loud crinkling under their clothes left little to the imagination. Zoey made the most of it, even going as far as incorporating diapers and watersports into her camshows. Allie threatened to sue anyone who even thought about it, while Jax promised to stomp them into oblivion. However, regardless of each one’s thoughts, none of the affected girls suspected Amy’s revenge plot and never reversed the hypnosis inflicted onto them at Camp Wellspring.
  19. Original: https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=21942003 WRITTEN BY NOVA AND PRIVACYRESPONSIVE FROM "ALPHABET OF COMFORT", STORY #4 FOR LETTER D A usual morning in a club, but it was for a.. rather peculiar reason.. Hanako, came into the clubroom as usual.. before waking up Koharu, who was sleeping.. and in question.. was a bit special.. Koharu had been diapered for the past couple of months because of her sudden inability to use the toilet.. and the clubroom was right next to where the Make-Up Work Club usually was.. And to combat that.. she had to be watched over by someone, and to also wear diapers until they could find a reason why.. and to help restore her potty training. Hanako was used to waking up her clubmate, Koharu, by now. It was like clockwork. But even though it had become routine, it was still difficult to not think about this peculiar situation. Koharu used to be so independent, always finding solutions to problems on her own, and yet here she was, dependent on others to take care of even the most basic things like using the restroom. It was a little hard to accept that the Koharu she knew was probably gone for good, replaced by someone who needed help to perform the simplest tasks. The only upside was that Koharu seemed much calmer and more relaxed now. She had stopped putting up a fuss every time she had to be diapered or watched over, almost as if she had come to accept her new reality. Hanako wondered if that was because she didn't have the energy to fight anymore, or if it was because she was actually happier this way. Either way, Hanako couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the whole situation. She knew she had to be there for Koharu and keep her safe, but it was hard for her to completely ignore the sense of sadness she felt whenever she looked at Koharu and saw not her friend but someone who was trapped in a body she couldn't control. ..Soon thereafter as Hanako tried to wake Koharu up for a good couple of minutes though, the alarm clock suddenly started blaring right next to Koharu's ear.. waking her up. Koharu stirred awake, startled by the loud and sudden alarm. Hanako could hear her grumbling as she opened her eyes and saw the bright light of the clock shining into her face. Hanako felt a bit guilty about this, knowing that it must have been a jarring way to start the day, especially for someone like Koharu who was already in a somewhat fragile state. Hanako gently helped Koharu sit up in bed, noticing the familiar diaper under her clothing that she was now used to seeing her wear. She smiled, maintaining her motherly attitude as she spoke. "Good morning, sweetie." she said softly. Koharu groaned a bit as she sat up, shaking her head to clear the fog from her mind. She looked up at Hanako, still a bit half-asleep, and then smiled back. "Morning..." she mumbled, sounding tired and fatigued. Hanako noticed that Koharu seemed a bit more lethargic than usual. She knew that Koharu's condition had been taking a toll on her physically and mentally. Still, she couldn't help but worry a little bit whenever she saw her like this. She hoped that eventually Koharu would adjust to her new situation and be able to maintain her usual upbeat attitude despite the challenges. Some time afterwards.. Hanako had decided to tend to Koharu for the rest of the morning to try and atleast help her study.. After staying around for a while, Koharu had snuck off, hiding somewhere.. Hanako was a bit ticked off at the sudden disappearance, before she heard the sounds of someone drawing something behind the shelves. Hanako raised her eyebrows as she went to investigate the odd sounds she was hearing. She peeked behind the shelves, curious to see what Koharu was doing... And then, after snooping around for some time.. she saw Koharu sitting on the floor with a sketchbook in her hands. Her focus and concentration were seemingly intense, as she was completely focused on her drawing. Hanako looked over at what Koharu was drawing with a small smile on her face. It seemed like Koharu was trying to distract herself with something she enjoyed instead of dwelling on her situation. but then soon, Hanako ended up accidentally knocking over an empty soda can onto the floor as she was looking at Koharu from behind.. As the soda can hit the floor, the loud clatter startled Koharu out of her focus. She looked up to see where the sound came from and was startled to see Hanako standing there. But then.. just as Koharu reacted.. at the same time.. she ended up losing control of bladder out of fear. As she jumped in surprise, Koharu lost control of her bladder as fear coursed through her body. The sudden release of her urine filled her diaper unexpectedly and abruptly as she looked at Hanako in shock. Koharu began to feel embarrassed and ashamed as she realized what had just happened. As she looked down at her diapers that were now filled with urine, her face turned red with embarrassment. She couldn't even look at Hanako out of her shame and humiliation. "Ugh.. if only you guys cared more about me..."
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