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After a long hiatus, I'm back to writing. I'm planning on at least five chapters, but I'll see how long I can keep it going. If you share the story, please credit me. Please let me know what you think! Chapters involve female desperation and/or wetting and occasional humiliation - other topics some people might not be interested in will be labeled if appropriate. Chapter 1 Maribel sipped the last of her water bottle, tossed it into a mall recycling bin and headed to a bathroom. She’d been at the mall all afternoon, and that water bottle hadn’t been the first one. Pressure was building between her legs, and Maribel was looking forward to relieving it. She got into a stall and got ready to pull up her short, grey skirt when she noticed a familiar symbol on the toilet. It looked like a miniature police badge with a bright yellow teardrop in the middle. Or pee-drop? Dammit, Maribel thought. Another detection toilet. She’d seen them before, occasionally. The toilets scanned urine for DNA profiles matching fugitives and digitally sent ‘hits’ to local police. It shouldn’t have mattered. Why couldn’t the past just be the past? Maribel was a law abiding, tax paying citizen now. She’d only been the getaway driver a few times as a teen for some friends who’d had the brilliant idea to rob banks. They were good at it, too. Great at it even, until the moment they got caught. Marisol, as she was known then, had skipped bail and used her ill-gotten gains to stay hidden. Enough money, it turned out, could buy excellent forged identification documents, cosmetic surgery – even a college education. Marisol was supposed to be gone for good, yet now a mistake as simple a pissing into the wrong toilet could resurrect her. Despite knowing what the result would be, Maribel checked the other empty stalls. Each taunted her with the same shiny, white porcelain monstrosity. It wasn’t fucking fair. Ignoring her bladder’s twinges of protest, Maribel picked up her shopping bags, exited the bathroom and headed for the parking lot. Finding her car easily, Maribel began her drive home. A few minutes in, she found herself squirming a bit in her leather seat. What are you, a child? Maribel scolded herself. It will be fine – I’ll find a gas station or something. The gas station up the road from the nearest exit seemed like just the oasis Maribel was looking for. She opened the bathroom door, sure that a gas station bathroom of all places would be free of those awful new toilets. And yet to her dismay, there it sat – another gleaming white detection toilet. FUCK!!! And so, for the second time that afternoon, Maribel left the bathroom with her bladder as full as when she’d entered. “Nice, isn’t it” a gas station attendant commented as Maribel headed towards her car. “What?” Maribel was confused. “The new toilet – the city installed it for free. Good thing too – kept having to service the last one.” “Yeah…..it’s nice.” Maribel replied. Perfectly nice, Maribel thought. Everything about it is just great except for the part where I can’t actually use it! Maribel got back into her car frustrated and very uncomfortable. I’ll pee when I get home, she told herself, hand wedged firmly against her crotch. This is fucking ridiculous. You’re not gonna wet yourself in your own damned car. Just hold it. Somehow the drive home was both a blur and in slow motion all at the same time. But Maribel made it home, shoved her key into her apartment’s lock and rushed to the bathroom with her continence and most of her dignity intact. What Maribel found made her stare in disbelief and total shock. Right there, in her own bathroom was a shiny, new detection toilet with its stupid authoritarian logo practically mocking her. WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK IS GOING ON?!!!! I’M GONNA CALL THE DAMNED MAINTENANCE GUY AND FIND OUT WHO DID THIS! THIS IS MY APARTMENT AND….” Maribel’s furious internal diatribe was interrupted by an unmistakable hissing sound. She twisted her legs together desperately but the piss just kept coming. Maribel could hardly believe what was happening as her short grey skirt rapidly darkened and hot piss ran down her legs to the fluffy bath mat below. Maribel had wet herself inches away from the toilet. After drying herself off and regaining her composure, Maribel got on the phone. “You know this line is for emergencies only, Maribel.” “This is an emergency, Mike! How could you let someone replace my toilet without telling me?” “The city came and replaced all the toilets. They didn’t tell us in advance. But they’re free and much better than the ones we had before. Apparently it’s part of some new criminal apprehension kick the mayor’s on. Don’t you like yours?” Maribel didn’t want to sound like a crazy person, or worse, someone who had a suspicious reason to not want a detection toilet in their home. “Actually, it is very nice. I just like to know when people are in my apartment is all. It feels like an invasion of privacy.” “Totally understandable. Sorry for the intrusion. Anything else I can do for you?” “No, I’m sorry for being rude.” “No problem – have a good night”. Maribel’s hands shook as she ended the call, and she tried not to hyperventilate. This was bad – worse than she could have ever imagined. What the fuck was she going to do?