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  3. A 4 hour Jetblue flight took off with the the cabin crew knowing all bathrooms were out of order. Passagers were not told until they were airborne. Apparently, “a good number of passengers ended up relieving themselves in their pants out if desperation.” So, which one of us let that plane take off? 😉 https://listindiario.com/la-republica/2022/04/10/716695/pasajeros-de-vuelo-de-jet-blue-se-quejaron-de-que-viajaron-con-banos-fuera-de-servicio https://www.airliners.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=1471917 Edit: sounds like they were actually told before boarding, but still…
  4. A/N: Discrete or secret wettings are my absolute favorite kind. I had a messy year, a bad breakup and barely enough time to blink. I got the entire Dragon Ball Z series on DVD for Christmas and it made me so nostalgic. So I thought why not write a discrete wetting fic starring my favorite character? Here is the result. xxx Formal debriefings were the bane of Vegeta’s existence. He dressed for the occasion via his blue spandex like skinsuit, white boots, white gloves, white Saiyan armor with a codpiece and tassets and a cape to top it off. The cape was black on the inside and deep red on the outside. It fell to his ankles, signifying his royal roots as the prince of all Saiyans. Vegeta tapped the device suctioned to his ear. The tiny green screen over his left eye told him the time. He kept his scouter’s clock set two minutes fast. Damn. Not much time to achieve more than the appearance of looking fresh after hours in space. Getting word of the debriefing immediately after a mission made it all the more annoying. Vegeta scarcely had enough time to wash up, smooth out his flame shaped black hair, get into clean attire and make his way to Frieza’s boardroom. He spent twelve hours traveling in space via his attack ball and wanted to walk around a bit to stretch his legs. He hadn’t taken a piss in almost fourteen hours. His bladder had filled slowly during that time. While the urge to pee wasn’t urgent yet, the chilly temperature of the base made him obnoxiously aware of it. Why did he opt for the warm weather skinsuit instead of the more insulated cool weather one? Debriefings after landing were annoying for another reason: A lack of sleep. The cushy chairs Vegeta, Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria got to sit in were comfortable enough to make him nod off if he got too bored. Falling asleep in debriefings was the height of rudeness. Vegeta stopped at a service station to grab a fizzy white caffeinated concoction with a vaguely fruity flavor. The high concentration caffeine content would wake him up. He finished it just prior to entering the large boardroom and chucked the cup into the vacuum trash sconce mounted inside the door. The boardroom had concave crystalline purple walls and a glossy black floor. Large conical light fixtures lined the mirrored ceiling to bathe the room with blue-white light. A black and gold marble table the size of a small closet was the room’s centerpiece. Four specially molded chairs denoted the head of the table. Lesser peoples’ chairs were positioned in rows starting six feet away from the head of the table. Vegeta’s chair placed him near the upper right hand corner. Right next to a whirring generator that ran the lights. Vegeta took a seat on the thick, plush cushioned golden chair made specially to his measurements. The ornate metal backing came halfway up his back. He swept his cape out from under him to avoid the satin getting wrinkled and plopped down on the velvety black cushion. Gaps under the arms of the seat gave his tassets room to spread out instead of bunching up in awkward positions. The seat itself rested atop a thick silver pillar. All other chairs had thinner cushions and were egg shaped instead of contoured to individual bodies. Vegeta was the only other person besides Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria allowed to sit at the very head of the rectangular table. Not even the Ginyu Force got such an honor, and Vegeta loved rubbing that in their faces when Frieza wasn’t looking. The caffeine hit Vegeta’s bloodstream as others filed in. He went from yawning and struggling to stay awake to bright eyed alertness. Vegeta saw Nappa storm in. Not good, somebody had to wake him up to tell him about the debriefing and Nappa didn’t take kindly to that. He was huge, all muscles with a bushy Saiyan tail and undisguised displeasure on his aging face. Sweat beaded on his bald head. Behind him, bushy haired Raditz strutted along with a salacious swish of his Saiyan tail. He was huge too…all muscles, long hair and mischievous eyes. Vegeta often felt tiny next to them. Sure, he was shorter than average for a Saiyan, however it wasn’t by much. He acknowledged his fellow Saiyans with a nod as they took the two seats closest to the head of the table. Both Saiyans wore standard issue black armor over black skinsuit shorts. They just got seated when they were uprooted from their chosen spot by the obnoxious Ginyu Force. Those five jackasses annoyed everyone, and the only thing saving their lives was their disgustingly high power levels. Raditz and Nappa moved over, angrily protesting the whole way. Two more figures appeared in the door. Zarbon was the tall, pretty soldier with pale blue-green skin who wore his emerald green hair in a long braid. White and purple baubles dangled off his ears and adorned his forehead. His golden eyes scanned the room with an air of disdain that turned to hatred when they met Vegeta’s. Zarbon hated it when Vegeta wore his cape because he despised his own cape being upstaged. Next came Dodoria, the obese yet muscular pink alien covered in spiky knobs like some sort of coral. Blue Saiyan style armor adorned his stocky body. His beady eyes scanned the room too and the wheezing sounds of his heavy breathing became a growl when a panicked late soldier rushed into the boardroom to snag a seat. A long shadow with a sideways horn on each side of its head stretched across the floor. The commotion in the room suddenly died. From chaos to silence in a mere second. The shadow shrank and shrank. Hardly anyone breathed when they looked upon the reptilian humanoid making his entrance on delicate three toed feet. Frieza slipped into the boardroom with his chin up and his fists tucked nonchalantly behind his back. His long, armored tail swished behind him. It was absurd to see people quivering at someone tinier than Vegeta. He didn’t look powerful at all. He was four feet tall and scrawny, his compact dark pink body only vaguely muscular. That disgusting little creature possessed the ability to annihilate entire solar systems with a flick of his wrist. Nappa, Raditz and Vegeta knew this all too well because it was Frieza who destroyed their home planet. One cold glance of Frieza’s narrow red eyes was rumored to cause weaker beings to die of fright on the spot. Vegeta stood up to bow. Being diplomatic kept him in Frieza’s good graces. He hoped to stay there until the day he was strong enough to kill the little bastard. Frieza dismissed Vegeta’s bow with a careless wave of his manicured hand. The lights played off his shiny purple armor and horns. He was all black lipped smiles and his long reptilian tail rested gently on the floor. All his body language indicated he wasn’t in a killing mood. Not right then, at least. The weakest, wimpiest soldiers in the room shifted nervously. They were cannon fodder, often used as sheer numbers to overwhelm opponents like swarms of stinging insects. Their presence was a reminder of the order of the universe. Either someone was in the Planet Trade Organization, or they were dead. People who never heard of it usually ended up vaporized. Everyone sat when Frieza did. Now for the most tedious part of debriefings: Listening to soldiers or entire teams speak at length about discoveries. The PTO was an expanding business. Frieza liked to grab as much territory and resources as possible to keep competitors away. Three hours into the debriefing was the first time Vegeta regretted the caffeinated beverage. Now his bladder made its fullness known. A minor, yet annoying discomfort that kept stealing his attention. He shifted on his chair and rested his hands on his knees. A soldier with a thick, gurgly voice detailed the discovery of problematic black hole near a solar system Frieza recently conquered. Vegeta paid full attention to that report. It was the last one to get his undivided awareness. His focus kept defaulting to the growing ache in his abdomen. He rubbed his knees and leaned forward, hoping to at least appear like he was listening. Then he had to lean back and his first truly painful twinge froze him in place. Okay, sitting ramrod straight wasn’t going to work. He opted for leaning back on the chair’s backing, sighing in annoyance. Raditz texted him via scouter. “What’s with the squirms, Vegeta?” Vegeta pushed his scouter’s control button in a coded fashion and lied in his reply. “My scouter keeps getting feedback. It’s an obsolete piece of shit.” A shrug from Raditz was the only sympathy he got. Other people began displaying signs of discomfort. Nappa kept rubbing his stomach. He wasn’t subtle about his distress. Vegeta saw Frieza glance at him once or twice. The tyrant’s black lips tightened. That was dangerous. Vegeta texted Nappa. “Frieza noticed you. Stop squirming or you’re dead.” Nappa folded his arms over his stomach and sat still again. His malcontent reminded Vegeta of his own. The mild pee urges from his bladder were intensifying thanks to the stupid caffeine. Years of learning to mask all outward signals of pain and discomfort were the only thing saving him from the others noticing his increasing need for a bathroom. Three white haired people with beaks and mottled orange skin addressed Frieza via a simultaneous choreographed bow. Their presentation included holographic images of water geysers on a pockmarked moon. NOT something Vegeta wanted to see right now! His bladder gave an agonizing contraction and a thin dribble of piss escaped his soft uncut cock, which was propped upward by the fabric of his skinsuit. The warmth oozed down his shaft to his balls. More pain stabbed his abdomen. Instinct forced him to clench his muscles and keep hanging on through the painful bladder spasms. He jiggled his left leg a few times, occasionally tapping on his scouter to keep up the feedback charade because he was not going to risk getting killed for excessive fidgeting. An hour went by with Frieza’s lesser troops reporting back from their scout missions. Vegeta allowed himself a momentary scissoring of his legs to feign working out a cramp. He saw some other soldiers wiggling their legs and shifting their weight. He smirked when he saw ever flamboyant Zarbon frowning and showing signs of mild discomfort. Frieza looked totally unperturbed. His species didn’t pee because they shed most of their wastes through gas exchange while breathing. That was the problem behind such obnoxiously long debriefings. Frieza could not fathom the discomfort of needing a bathroom or why some people were able to wait longer than others. Vegeta’s pondering caused a lapse in concentration. His bladder contracted. The pain was intense like a too tight belt around his waist. A large spurt of pee escaped him the same time Frieza called his name. “Vegeta, what were your findings on planet Kale?” “The natives are weaklings and will be easy to eradicate.” Vegeta replied smoothly. He shifted subtly on the chair to plant his elbow on the armrest and lay his cheek against his palm. The pose gave the illusion of bored haughtiness. Misdirection was the only trick he had left. His bladder ached with another spasm. He leaked again, a thin trickle that hurt to clench off. He forced his limbs to look more relaxed as his torso got more tense. His voice remained steady, hinting at nothing of his agonizing inner struggle. “Preliminary scans suggest extreme geological activity near the south pole. There are plenty of carbon deposits to convert into fuel. The problem is that section of the planet is a vast ocean.” He gushed again, this time full force. He heard it hiss as he regained control and thanked the stars his proximity to the clunky generator powering the room lights covered the sound from everyone but him. His muscles were tiring. He dug his ass into the seat slightly in a final attempt to hang on. “It shouldn’t take more than a week of undersea drilling to get the best carbon deposits. I think -” Pain shot through him and he felt himself slowly dribbling little drops of pee. The individual droplets leaking through the opening of his foreskin tickled slightly as they soaked into the wet fabric of his skinsuit or ran down underneath his balls to wet the cushion he sat on. Trying to clench his muscles made it hurt worse. He did it anyway. Vegeta cleared his throat to cover the lapse in his speech. “I think we should get started before Kale moves too close to its sun. Summer is high tide for that area and it persists until autumn. The drilling equipment will fare better while the tide is low.” He hesitated through another twinge and expertly made it appear to be a dramatic pause. His pelvic floor muscles bore down. He shifted his weight a tiny bit to the right while making a sweeping gesture at the room. “We will have to move quickly. Kale’s summer lasts approximately two hundred days.” His bladder spasmed painfully and the slow dribble became a thin though steady stream. Vegeta halted his pee again by leaning backwards slightly. All without losing his mask of aloofness. More bearing down spasms caused him to tense his legs. He realized he was slouching in a most unprofessional posture and scooted his bottom backwards in the seat to sit up properly. “The south pole’s high tide coincides with summer. That will mean added water pressure and possible equipment malfunctions.” Piss suddenly exploded out of him in a turbulent ribbon shaped spray. Full force, totally uncontrollable. Warmth splashed back against his pubic hair and poured a tiny waterfall down his shaft to create a lake under his balls. The cushion got warm as it absorbed his pee and he realized it wasn’t going to patter on the floor after all. The gurgling hiss as his stream sprayed the fabric of his skinsuit sounded so loud in his ears, yet the generator behind him saved his dignity. Embarrassed, he kept talking without a hint of his situation showing through in his face or voice. “Winter is no better. The weather patterns freeze everything solid. Icy conditions will cause too much interference. Currently, it is springtime on Kale’s south pole…” The hissing noise waxed and waned as his muscles rhythmically bore down to help his bladder force the pee out. He maintained perfect composure, grateful for his armor codpiece, his cape and the cushion he sat on. He glanced around and almost couldn’t believe it. Everybody in the room was looking at him and not a single person knew he was taking the most torrential piss of his life right in front of them. “…and conditions are perfect for mining right now. The ores are the purest we’ll find in this corner of the galaxy. Therefore, it would be foolish to wait. Lord Frieza, I suggest you send your men to Kale within the next month. Kale’s summer will begin in exactly three months. It’s better to start early in case of unexpected issues during the mining process.” Hot wetness continued to saturate his crotch, ass and the cushion underneath him. He tried not to moan, sigh or close his eyes in relief like he was apt to do in the bathroom. “Well done, is there anything else you would personally like to add?” Frieza remarked. Vegeta, still peeing full force, steepled his fingers and shook his head. “No, I’ve said all I need to.” One more nod and everyone’s attention was off him. Vegeta relaxed in the chair, grateful to not be the center of everyone’s focus anymore. He allowed his awareness to turn inward on the sensation of wetting himself. The wetness, the warmth, the vibration and the sound made the experience strangely delicious. It took three more minutes for the piss spraying from his cock to weaken into a concentrated stream. His body stopped bearing down. He could have cut the flow off then, but decided to finish emptying because it felt so damn good to release nearly twenty four hours worth of piss. The gentler flow went on for another two minutes, diminished to a weak trickle and finally stopped. He couldn’t resist sighing to himself and pushing out the final few spurts. The hot lake he created under his balls soaked into the thick cushion. Vegeta’s entire crotch and ass were drenched. So was the cushion. Sitting in his own urine wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. Actually it got itchy after a few minutes. Being a little bit itchy was a hell of a lot better than suffering in pain. And, strangely, it was arousing to do something as taboo as wet his pants in a crowded room without anybody knowing. Caffeine was great for hiding urine smells and awful on bladders. Vegeta had to pee again in less than thirty minutes. By sixty it got painful. Ninety minutes was the point he had to concentrate on not relaxing too much because his muscles were all that held the flood back. His bladder and sphincter were exhausted from his unintentional marathon hold. Vegeta knew he wasn’t going to make it to the brief recess Frieza usually called during long debriefings like this. He readjusted to sit with his left ankle crossed over his right knee, his right elbow on the arm of the chair and his chin propped up on his palm. He inhaled silently, exhaled and relaxed. No dribbles this time, he went right to full stream just like he would in front of a urinal. The clammy half dry skinsuit material on his crotch got warm and wet once again. He sighed in relief, feigning aloof boredom while he peed as long and copiously as he did during his first accident. Except this time his muscles weren’t desperately pushing it out. The stream was smooth and fat without any turbulence to cause a hissing noise. It flowed effortlessly in its silent secrecy. He quietly reveled in the hot pee tickling his sac on its way into the cushion. All too soon his flow died to a thin trickle that continued for a delightful minute longer. He pushed with his stomach muscles to squeeze out the last few spurts. The cushion wicked the wetness away like soil sopping up rain. And not a single person around him knew he pissed himself twice. Another boring hour passed. Reports about different planets came in. One soldier had a terrible stutter, and Frieza blasted him to nothingness. That woke everyone up to full attention. Nappa resumed his grimacing and moving around. He wasn’t very subtle about reaching under his codpiece to hold himself. Vegeta had a clear view of his comrade seated next to Raditz and Reccoome. Raditz’s brow was knit with irritation. Captain Ginyu cleared his throat. He gave an elegant forty five minute speech about Kale’s moons, a not so subtle attempt to usurp Vegeta’s report to win Frieza’s favor. How laughably pathetic! Vegeta glanced at Nappa when he heard him grunt. The large, bald Saiyan leaned forward in his seat with his elbows on the table and his forehead resting on his hands. He looked around, frantic. Raditz nudged him and whispered something. Nappa only nodded, red-faced. He leaned forward again, longer this time with a focused look on his face. Cui started his report on a difficult colony somewhere in another galactic quadrant. Vegeta took his attention off Nappa to listen because he expected to get assigned to cleanse that planet of its population. Three more people followed after Cui’s thirty minute report. Frieza finally took notice of more than one soldier showing signs of urgency. He called a fifteen minute recess to let people who had to expel wastes go to the bathroom. It was practically a stampede for the door. Zarbon got out first and sprinted away. Dodoria pushed people out of his way. The Ginyu Force laughed and pointed to wet chairs and puddles on the floor. Vegeta had to pee badly again thanks to that stupid fizzy caffeine drink, but he didn’t dare get up in case the chair cushion revealed his wetting to all. He stayed seated and fiddled with his scouter to feign diagnosing the imaginary feedback issue. Let everyone think he had a bladder made of diamond, it was far better than them knowing the truth. He noticed fluid dripping from behind Nappa’s codpiece as the larger Saiyan stood by the table. Those slow drips became a steady, fat stream. Soldiers jumped away to avoid the expanding puddle at his feet. Nappa smashed his fist against the table in anger. He blushed as he walked towards the door. He was pissing full force and left a trail on the floor. Not only that, the foul odor and the bulge in the seat of his black skinsuit shorts explained his earlier behavior. His angry expression kept everyone else’s mouth shut. He stormed out while shooting glares at anyone who snickered. “Bladders are odd organs,” Frieza mused to Vegeta. He left the room without waiting for a response. Everyone else ran to bathrooms. Frieza usually got something to eat or drink. Before long the room was empty and quiet. Vegeta looked around to assure his solitude. He stood up to survey the cushion. The wetness wasn’t noticeable on the black material unless somebody touched it. He moved his cape and seated himself again, pulled his codpiece up to expose his lap and examined the damage on himself. The skinsuit fabric only looked wet when in contact with fluid. His ass was still wet from sitting on the pissy cushion. His crotch looked nearly dry. Vegeta laid his codpiece down, glanced around again and relaxed. His sore, tired bladder released its contents without a fuss. This time, he kept it to a slow trickle despite his body longing to push it all out as fast as possible. Frieza walked back into the room less than a second later. He tossed a food wrapper into the trash sconce. Vegeta pretended not to notice him. He kept on peeing as he fiddled with the buttons on his scouter. “Is your scouter still causing feedback?” asked Frieza, a brow ridge arched curiously. “Mmhmm. I think it’s a receiver issue.” Vegeta replied. He arched his back and stretched, which made his slow dribble become a strong spray. Frieza stepped curiously into Vegeta’s personal space. He swiped the scouter out of Vegeta’s hand. Then he held his chin between thumb and forefinger as he examined the exposed circuitry. “Hm. I hear it hissing. I heard the same noise earlier, too. Interesting.” Vegeta blinked. He was pissing himself and having a conversation with someone totally oblivious to how bladders and pee streams worked! “I didn’t think it was that loud.” Then he looked into Frieza’s eyes and pushed again, forcing the rest of his pee out in the biggest, loudest, fattest stream he could muster. His dick began to harden in response to doing something so taboo without being discovered. Frieza tilted his head and squinted at the scouter. It was comical, seeing a galactic tyrant unknowingly make a fool of himself. Vegeta folded his hands in his lap to keep his erection from shifting his codpiece out of alignment. He made himself a picture of innocence as his stream died away. “It stopped. Huh, odd.” Frieza crushed the scouter effortlessly in a tiny fist and hopped into his ornate seat. “You won’t be needing this anymore. The newest models will be arriving by tomorrow. Come to my office first thing in the morning. I’ll make certain you get a replacement.” “Wonderful. I look forward to it. The hiss was distracting.” Vegeta smirked as people began filing back in. Dodoria and Zarbon were first, followed by the Ginyu Force, Nappa, Raditz and the numerous weaklings that made up Frieza’s army. The debriefing lasted another two hours. Nappa wouldn’t look at anybody. Vegeta endeavored to not wet his pants a fourth time because he no longer had a scouter to blame for his discomfort or the hiss. His sphincter and bladder were so worn out that he’d once again become desperate. He made zero attempt to listen to the tedious reports being brought to the table because they wouldn’t concern him anyway. All his attention stayed glued on his aching bladder. He tapped his foot impatiently until Frieza declared the debriefing over. He bolted as soon as he heard the dismissal, making a beeline for his base quarters. “Hey, Vegeta!” Raditz called out. “Not now!” Vegeta walked briskly down the hall to his private base quarters. Every step jarred his bladder into aching distraction. “Aw, what gives?” Vegeta stood knock kneed outside his room as he keyed in his passcode. “I need to piss, I haven’t slept and I have a headache from hell. So, you have two choices. Either you leave me alone, or I crush your skull. Which is it?” The bushy haired Saiyan cocked his head and pursed his lips. “Suit yourself. Drinks later?” "No, I need to sleep.” The door slid open and Vegeta bounded through without caring what Raditz thought. His bladder spasmed and he doubled forward until the pain passed. He heard the door whir shut behind him and rushed to the tiny en suite bathroom which was all mirrored tiles. It was a whirlwind of action as he pulled the Saiyan armor over his head cape and all, yanked his boots off and removed his gloves. The blue skinsuit managed to dry completely, save for slight dampness around his ass. Vegeta glimpsed his reflection in the tiles. How pathetic he looked, all doubled over, crossed legged and clutching his crotch like a child. I wet myself in a public debriefing and nobody knew I did it. What’s to stop me now? It felt good to piss in my pants. That gave Vegeta pause. His dick was semi erect. It felt good to piss in my pants. He sat on the shower bench where one of the bathroom lights shone directly on his crotch. The cold, hard tiles increased his need. He instinctively tensed at another spasm. It hurt dreadfully and he groaned aloud, grabbing at his dick through his blue skinsuit as the first painful dribble escaped. He held on, wanting to again experience the sensation of losing control. It took longer than expected. Vegeta got up, paced around and seated himself again as more pains doubled him over. The bigger spurts started. Feeling the rhythmic squeezing and relaxing was bliss. He watched a glistening dark stain appear on his skinsuit and trickle down the length of his package. Leaning back sent his stomach muscles into vicious bearing down contractions. They were so painful that he let out another moan and sat up straight to relieve the pain. Piss exploded out of him with the same violence as the debriefing. Vegeta gripped the bench on either side of his knees and threw his head back, sighing audibly as his stream fountained through the skinsuit fabric with a thunderous hiss. Wet heat rolled along his balls to spread out on the bench. The advancing puddle surged past his knees to patter noisily on the tile floor. He moved his feet in the path of his piss waterfall and wiggled his toes in the flowing warmth. “Ahhh, fuck yes,” Vegeta gasped. He cut his stream to a slow dribble and stood up. His exhausted muscles refused to hold anything back. He started pissing full force again, sending ribbons of warmth down his muscular legs. He pushed, making it hiss louder. A huge, fat stream flowed straight downward between his feet. His hand found its way to his crotch. Feeling the power of his pee stream jetting into his clothes turned him on in ways he never knew possible. He peed for ages ‘til his stream died to a dribble. Next thing he knew he was rubbing his wet bulge vigorously until he fell to his knees in his own piss and came so hard he saw stars. He didn’t know how long he stayed curled up on the floor in tingling bliss. Hours, minutes, seconds? He didn’t care. He opened his eyes at the smell of his cum and piss mingling in air around him. He licked the pissy semen off his hand, noting its bitter saltiness, and stared at his reflection through the pee puddle between his knees. What did this mean? Being in wet clothes began to get itchy. Vegeta stripped off his filthy skinsuit and showered to wash all the piss and sperm off. He climbed into a pair of gray boxerbriefs and dumped yesterday’s clothes into the washing-drying unit by the toilet. They would be clean again and ready to wear tomorrow. Vegeta slept wonderfully, and when he woke lying on his stomach he noticed his bladder’s morning fullness. His cock was fully erect, so he freed it from his boxerbriefs and humped his bedroll mattress until he came. The moments after an orgasm always triggered mad dashes to the bathroom if he got off with a full bladder. But not this time. Vegeta stuck his dick back into his underwear, rolled onto his back despite the jizz stain, pulled the white kicked off covers up to his chin again and sighed. His first thing in the morning pees were always intense if he came before using the toilet. Laying on his back left him fully aware of how badly he had to go. Painful bladder spasms set off alarm bells in his brain to get up. He folded his hands on his stomach and relaxed instead of clenching. The flow started in a dribble when his erection began to soften and became a fat and powerful stream when his dick was completely limp. Morning pee always smelled strong and a little unpleasant, but the naughtiness of doing it in bed felt amazing. Why didn’t he learn how good this felt sooner? Vegeta closed his eyes as hot warmth vibrated his waistband. The fabric was soon saturated and the pee started enveloping his his ballsack and buttcrack. More skittered off his hips to wet his ass cheeks, the sheets and bedroll underneath. He rubbed his thumb up and down the length of his pissing cock through his boxerbriefs. The piss flow seemed to go on and on for a blissful blazing eternity. Vegeta didn’t wait for his pee to stop flowing. He grabbed himself through his pissy underwear and started rubbing furiously. His dribbling cock sprang to attention. A bright red sex flush darkened his cheeks and throat. He squeezed his eyes shut when the first quivers of orgasm shot through his abdomen. The sensation was just as intense as last night. He dug his head into his pillow. He chewed his lower lip, redfaced and groaning with wild abandon as his throbbing dick squirted thick stickiness into his wet boxerbriefs. Afterward he lay there, sweaty, panting, piss soaked and satisfied. Many minutes passed before he stopped trembling enough to leave his bed and prepare for that day’s duties. He smirked at how drenched his underwear were. They looked solidly darker gray and smelled awful. The washing-drying machine took care of them and his bedding. He got dressed after rinsing his lower half in the shower to get all the piss and cum off his skin. Nobody would ever know. xxx Vegeta picked his new scouter up from Frieza’s office shortly after dawn. He attached it to his ear and pressed the button to test it. It responded faster than his old scouter. Nice. “Oh, Vegeta?” Frieza hadn’t moved from his position by the huge concave window overlooking the desolate landscape. He twitched his tail, subtly showing agitation. “Yes?” Vegeta stood immediately at attention. He knew the tail meant trouble if he mouthed off. “Was your cushion wet when you sat down yesterday?” Shit, shit, shit! He thought quickly for an excuse. “Yes. I didn’t want to complain about it during the debriefing.” “You left rather quickly afterward.” “My apologies. Whatever got the cushion wet was burning my skin, and I had to shower immediately to make it stop.” Frieza waved his hand. “Hm. No matter, I think I’ve pinpointed the problem. Some of the dryer units are on the fritz again. I had your cushion sent for repeat cleaning and hopefully a proper drying. Fabric of such expense needs to be taken care of. Let me know if it’s wet next time. I’ll see to it the person responsible pays with their life.” “I will. Thank you, Lord Frieza.” Vegeta bowed and got the hell out of there. That was utterly terrifying and he knew he couldn’t pee in his pants during a debriefing again unless he found a way to keep the cushion dry. His fear melted away and he grinned as he slipped out of sight. Vegeta couldn’t believe he got away with it. Yesterday’s wetting experience awakened him to a new source of pleasure, one he hoped to experiment with in the future
  5. From the album: A Wolf's Rabbit

    Certainly playing a dangerous game holding back that kind of pressure when still adding fuel to the flame. That bladder must be ready to burst by the looks of it, his distended stomach sloshing around with even the slightest movement. A light stream of liquid was already pushing past the blockage, he was definitely ready to blow, all that was left was for her to move her paw. Best get out of the way, or face the flood.

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  6. Mutantxc2

    PROLOGUE

    Emily half-awoke to a startling display of colors around her, As her sleephazed brain tried to take in what was happening, a party noisemaker broke her from her paralysis. "What's going onnnn?" She asked, too tired to care less about the blurry shapes around her. One of the figures poured booze on her face and the shapes quickly turned into recognizables. There stand Jeff,Dave and Sandra, Plus the rest of her less close college mates. "Hey everyone! She's awake!" "Three cheers for the birthday girl" She watched as Sandra shoved through the crowd of 12. "Move it, VIP Guest here" She barked" Emily slid out of her velvet-laiden bed and stood up. "Sandra, why is everyone here so early, and why are you holding a resume sheet?" Emily inquiried. "Cos' her gonna be making millions! Grats on that interview, Plus, your eighteen now, today is your birthday, Stupid!" Emily mentally facepalmed herself, How could she forget her own birthday? "Today is yer' first day on da job, don't be late!" "Sandra, are you gonna keep the guys occupied? I don't want them wrecking the house." "Don't worry, Mils. I got them all to believe that today the Superbowl z' comin' on, they'll wait infront of that TV for hours." She wanted to ask Sandra about how she was going to keep up with the girls, but most of them were partying all night for the past two days, it wouldn't be likely that they were gonna wake up today. When nothing else of interest occurred, She grabbed a bottle of vodka, downed it, and left. ((Did you guys like it? Feedback wanted. In the form of 1-20))
  7. First off I used to work in heating and cooling... second off the names are fake... enjoy One Sunday night the ac stops working at your house and you call out a service tech to come and take a look at it. Turns out that it cant be fixed and needs to be replaced. You just so happen to call the company that i work for and the only time anyone is availble to do it is monday during the day. You get stuck with the task of staying home while it gets fixed. I wake up monday morning pull on some jeans and my work shirt and grab my thermos full of coffee and head to the shop to see where i will be working. Getting to the shop i find out that i will be changeing the ac at your house but since we are so busy i wont be another helper " great its gonna be a shitty day" i think to myself and down another cup or two of coffee as i load up my van and head to your house. Pulling up to your house about 930 i ring the door bell and wait. A minute or two goes by and nothing so i ring it again and check the adress. Its right. So i call the home number on my paperwork and it starts to ring. Turns out you forgot all about me coming to fix it and are snapped awake by the phone ringing. Wakeing up you grab the phone and remember what you were supposed to do you tell me that you will be down in two minutes to let me in and decide that you should get dressed because all you are wearing is a thong and tank top. So there i am standing at the front door waiting and you are trying to decide what to wear. So haveing trouble decideing you decide to peek out the window to see if it was an old man or not. You decide that i look kinds cute from a distance and pick out a short tennis skirt pull it over your thong and just leave your tank top on without a bra and hurry down the stairs to let me in. Answering the door you feel the cold air hit your nipples and you see me blush a little bit and get dis oreintated. You giggle a little and invite me inside ( thinking to yourself he looks a lot better then he did from far away). Following you inside i ask where the furnace is and where the thermostat is. You reply its upstairs i will show you... Waking tword the stairs you discretley hike your skirt up just a little more and walk up real slowly making sure to arch your back so i have a clear veiw up your skirt... And i did 🙂 by the time i got to the top of the stairs i was starting to feel my cock get harder. Your eyes shot right to it as you were showing me around. You procede to show me where the furnace and ac is all while doing this you watch me down another large cup of coffee. As im getting my tools together you tell me "by the way my name is camile if you need anything i will be around all day. Im going to go hop in the shower so you can get right to work"."well nice to meet you im steve". I reply and blushing a little i ask " is there another bathroom here?" Feeling your pussy tingle a little you giggle and reply " nope sorry but i wont be too long" So, you run upstairs to hop in the shower. “im gonna take my time” you think to yourself. Stripping down you start to rub your pussy just a little and formulate your plan… Meanwhile I have already started working in the basement and can hear all the water running down the pipes, which isn’t helping my situation, but it is helping me to work faster. The whole time im working im just waiting and praying to hear the rushing water stop. You finish up your shower and find the shortest towel you can to wrap yourself in. Grinning an evil grin to yourself you lock the door from the inside and step out into the hallway. Just about this time I am finally finishing up in the basement, and starting to cart my tools back up the stairs to go work on the outside unit. Biteing my lip the whole time and curseing myself for drinking so much coffee. Coming through the door to the basement stairs I almost run into you and smile and blush when I see what you are wearing. You just smile and say “Sorry I took so long, do you still need to use the bathroom?” Stammering I reply “ uhhh… yea… that would be great.” Inside my head I am rejoiceing , finally relief is near I thought. “let me show you where it is” you coo and lead me back up the stairs making sure I get another full view of your perfect ass. Approching the door you “accidentally” let the top of your towel slide to just above your nipples, and as you turn around to face me you hike it up exposing an inch of your tight pussy. You step to the side motioning me to the door, and as I move tword it you step into me just enough to rub your tits on my arm. “sorry” you giggle as you watch my cock swell more in my pants. “no problem” I studder and grab the door handle… My bladder starts to relax as it senses relief so close, but as I try to turn the handle it doesn’t budge. The shock of it staying in one place jars me and I feel a quick jet of warmth release into my jeans. Quickly cutting it off and pressing my thighs together I ask “does the nob stick or something, is there a trick to this door?” Looking straight into my eyes you say “no, that’s weird” “It must be locked” and rubbing my thigh playfully just a little you whisper close “It will be okay, I think I know where an extra key is, I will start looking after I get dressed.” I am caught off guard and as you go into you room, you grab the door with one hand and just before closing it you let the towel drop to the ground and slowly shut the door. As you shut the door my hand speeds toward my swollen cock, I grasp it hard and decide that I am going to try to use a bush or something out by the outdoor AC unit covertly. Thinking no one could see me I half shuffled and held myself all the way to my work van to get more tools, as I took a break by the back doors squeezing and massageing my cock trying to maintain control… But… Someone could see me. You were standing my the window the whole time, your fingers making little circles around your swollen clit. Nearing the point of making yourself cum, you quickly pulled on nothing but a short loose fitting sundress completely naked underneath and downed a large glass of water, refilled it and hurried out to the back deck and took a seat right by the AC unit. Regaining my composure I quickly sped to the back yard thinking I saw a bush or something to pee on next to the AC unit. As I got close to the corner of the house, I already started to unzip my jeans in anticipation of the relief when I got there. Turning the corner though I looked up and saw you sitting in a chair legs crossed with an evil grin on your face. “something wrong, Stevie” you asked playfully (nobody calls me that but I wasn’t going to argue, all I wanted was relief) “uhhh nothing” I stammered zipper still down trying to fight off all the mornings coffee that was trying to make its way into my tight blue jeans. “Really” you said “It doesn’t look like nothing from here, How long do you think this will take till youre done out here?” “umm about a half an hour” I replied An evil look came over your face again and you smile, holding a key up you said “You better hurry then, cause it looks like you really really need this” Blushing I got right back to work but I just couldn’t sit still and I had to use both hands to install it so I kept bouncing and squirming around. About 10 minutes in I felt another hard pulse in my bladder and another slow warm trickle of pee seep into my jeans my hand quickly shot to my crotch and I looked over my shoulder only to see you smiling and biting your lip. Looking down I realized that there was now a small wet patch on the crotch of my pants and I was about to loose all control of my bladder. I stood up and kinda crossed my legs, and not caring what you thought anymore asked you “can I have the key now? Im almost done.” “Almost? How much longer?” you asked “about ten minutes” was my reply “Well you better hurry.. looks to me like you have to pee real bad” you giggled and smiled at me “what? Why not?” I pleaded as I started to shuffle and squirm in place. “Well… I kinda like watching you squirm” you said as you uncrossed and recrossed your legs exposing your wet tight pussy to me. “better hurry steve, if you are gonna stay dry” Getting back to work I was just finishing up as I turned to look at you I saw you playing with your pussy through your dress, your eyes caught mine and you didn’t stop, all you did is ask “done yet steve?” “yea” was all I could manage “can we hurry now, lemme see that key” “whats the hurry” you asked dangling the key in front of my face. instead of taking the back slider in and going straight up the stairs you said:”It’s a nice day out lets take the long way around” Not wanting to protest I followed you around to the front door. Walking inside you turned around quickly only to see me with both hands clutching my crotch. You grabbed both my wrists and slid my hands to your toned ass as you kissed me and grabbed my cock through my wet jeans and whispered in my ear “whats the matter steve? I don’t think you are going to make it” “I can make it camile” I say as I tried to grab the key and push by you, but you snatched them away just before I could get them from you “no grabbing” you scolded and kissed me again but this time you tickled my side a little causing me to pee some more in my jeans. Feeling the wet spot spread a little you whisper “we better head upstairs” Running up the stairs I got to the locked door and jiggled the handle and looked down for the keys but you were only on the third step and walking slowlyyyy Standing in front of the door dancing like a 5 year ols both hands on my cock, every couple of seconds I felt another warm trickle in my jeans as the dark spot started to spread on my crotch. “finally” I thought as you walked up to me, but you pinned me to the door with both hands above my head.you started kissing me undoing my belt and slideing a hand around my cock you started to stroke me up and down. My body started to go limp and as you slowly let go of my dick I couldn’t keep it in anymore you zipped me back up and tightened my belt and unlocked the bathroom door, but you rushed in in front of me. I was so close to peeing but at this point you were sitting on the potty lid closed with your legs spread and the top of your dress pulled down. “out of my way im gonna pee my pants” I cry as I dance in front of you. You grab both of my hands and place one on your clit and one on your nipple “make me cum and I will move” you whisper. Rubbing your slippery wet clit I see you start to rock back and forth and I slip a finger inside you. Hearing your breathing getting faster and faster I grasp your nipple and kiss you deeply, feeling you in the first stages of orgasm. As you ride it out you stand up and pin both of my hands above my head, that’s too much for my bladder to hold and I start struggleing to break free, and all of the sudden I feel the dam break and my jeans start getting wetter and wetter. “im going in my pants” I moan as it all floods out “aww big man couldn’t hold it” you tease As I finish up soaking my pants you get down to your knees and undo mu belt and start playing with my long hard cock. You take just the tip of it in your mouth and start to stroke the base and shaft. Stopping you stand up and I pin you faceing the wall. Pulling your dress up I slowly slide my cock into your tight pussy from behind. Once I am all the way in I start thrusting in and out slowly until I feel you start to tense up. “oh god steve that feels really good, but can you stop for a second I really need to pee?” “not till you cum” I reply thrusting harder and faster you feel yourself about to cum and I start putting pressure on your bladder. Finally its all too much for you and you feel your body tense you as your pussy contracts your bladder cant hold anymore. Warmth starts to trickle the flow down your legs and soon it’s a full stream flowing over my balls. Your contracting pussy and the warmth around me iss too much as I start to cum inside you, making you cum again even harder. Finishing up you throw me into the shower and hop in after me. “what time is it” I ask “noon” you reply “we have time for a nap and another round before I gotta be anywhere” Getting out of the shower you hand me a liter of water “here drink this and then we will go take a nap…” Well what does everyone think? I'm not so sure about the title...
  8. Ok, so not a 'wetting experience', but one hell of a holding one. Yesterday was a long-ass day at work, a stupidly early start and a really late finish, coupled with trying to do 25 million other non-work things at the same time, so by the time I made it home last night I was absolutely exhausted. So much so, I skipped my usual nightly ritual of a bubble bath and a good book (often combined with a drink and a a 'herbal' smoke) and just collapsed into bed. I'd kept myself super well hydrated throughout the day, not because I was deliberately holding - I tend not to do that at work as it doesn't end well - but because I work in a hot environment, and suffer from terrible headaches if I've not drank enough. So, throughout the day I'd probably drank maybe 3-4 litres of soft drinks and at least half a dozen large coffees, and as a result I'd needed to pee far more frequently than I normally do, literally every hour or so, which was a pain when I was so busy. Fast forwarding back to bedtime, I took another litre of pop with me and drank that whilst I was flicking through some social media and winding down, but found I was far too comfortable to get up and empty my nagging, aching bladder again before I turned the lights out, so I thought what the heck I'll enjoy a nice long piss when I wake up instead. Slept like a log for a couple of hours, then woke up super-mega-urgently desperate to pee, thinking how on earth did I not wet the bed I need to go so bad, that level of desperation! I was tempted to just let go there and then, but it would have been a pain dealing with the cleanup in the middle of the night, and I was still half asleep so figured it was too much effort to either get up and pee or to pee in my bed and deal with the consequences. So, what was my other option? To roll over, go back to sleep, and secretly hope that I woke up to some laundry... Alas, I managed to sleep for another couple of hours, until it was time to get up for the day, but everything by some miracle was still dry! I genuinely have no idea how, this time I was literally shaking when I woke up, and there was no deliberating my options or contemplating rolling back over, I leapt to my feet and sprinted to the bathroom, barely seating myself before there was a veritable deluge of hot pee. I've never been interested in measuring capacity, but how I wish I'd thought to whip it out into a jug or bottle or something, because that must have been the most I've ever pissed in one go in my entire life. All day I've suffered the after effects of a weakened, tired bladder, dashing to the loo every hour or so despite drinking far, far less than yesterday, and only managing a trickle at best. Glad I've not had to be far from a toilet all day, because I've absolutely zero confidence in my ability to hold anything much right now. Still astounded that I was able to sleep whilst that desperate, and that by bladder didn't just let go. Bit disappointed if I'm honest - I'd like to have just that one off, genuine bedwetting accident one day (although in the right circumstances obviously!), as its only ever happened twice that I recall, both when I was a young kid, and neither was a positive experience.
  9. View File Shorts wetting clips She is trying so hard not to flood. Enjoy! Submitter harvey87 Submitted 03/21/2017 Category Female Wetting
  10. I am holding right. I do have to pee. We'll see if I blow before I have to get ready for bed in a little over an hour.
  11. Here is a scenario I thought of a while ago, think of it like a what would you do in this situation. So say you are watching a movie with close friends who you like and trust. And say that you really have to go to the bathroom, like you'll not sure you'll make it to the end. What do you do: get up and use a toilet, try to hold it, or just go in your pants wherever you are sitting? Now there are a lot of variables, so here are a few I could think of: If its pee or poop, if its at your house, a friends/significant others house, or at a movie theater, and if its at the movie theater, how many other people other then you and your friends are there, and finally how far into the movie you are. Ill answer for as many of the situations as I can and then hopefully y'all will too. Bear in mind these are general statements and would depend on the situation (obviously). Also, with 99% of people, I would just go to the toilet because Im not comfortable peeing in front of them, which is why I specified close friends who you like and trust. For me its my two closest guy friends who I suspect at least one of them is into omorashi. In general, if its towards the end of the movie and I have to pee, id try to hold it, maybe just let a little out to make my urge go down. If its poop, I would try to hold it as well. If its towards the beginning and at someones house, I may ask to pause the movie. If its my place, I might let some out, say half my bladder, and slowly, just to relieve the pressure, and depending how I feel and how I look, I may let the rest out, butt slowly as to make it as least noticeable as possible. At a friends place, it would be similar, except Id probably be a little more reluctant to let some out. If Im at someones house, its towards the beginning, and I have to poop, I would ask to pause. if they say no, I would wait till it starts poking up, at which point I would go to the toilet. If it's a movie heater and I have to poop, I would wait until a slow part in the movie to go to the toilet. If its a movie theater, however, and I have to pee, I would do something a little different. If I legitimately think I will not make it to the end or at least dot think I stand much chance, I would let it out. Right then right there. And heres why. 1) If I don't go now, Im going to be struggling, holding throughout the movie, unable to pay attention. At that point I may as well just het up and miss the movie. Because that would suck to not be able to listen to any of the movie and still leave the theater with wet pants. And 2) If I go asap, my pants will have the entire rest of the movie to dry, so when I leave, ti shouldn't be too noticeable. If I wait till the last minute and have an accident, my pants won't dry and people will see my pee stains. (Also I should note I would be sure to pee slowly so I didn't stain the seat.)
  12. I had quite a bursting experience today and thought I would share it. For some background, Im 19, about 5'4, and on the smaller side. Ive been home from college for December break for about a week and decided to go out to lunch with some friends today. Now I generally have quite a large bladder, but after what happened today, even I was kind of worried. I woke up at around 8 am and went to the bathroom then. The plan was to pick up my friends from one of their houses at 11:45, so I left my house at 11:30. I live in what one could describe as a small city or a suburb of a much larger one, so there can be traffic at times and it can take some time to get from one place to another. Anyway, I digress. I hadn't peed before leaving as I didnt have to go and my bladder is large, but as I was picking up my three friends, I could start feeling stuff in my bladder. We went to this little noodle shop in the downtown, and were there by about 12:15. I ordered a soup, as did two of my friends, and the portions at this place are quite large. As a growing boy, I quickly devoured my own soup and had some of my two friends, plus I had 2 or so glasses of water. There were no bathrooms at this place, so I was hoping we would leave, as I definitely had to go somewhat bad, but we still had 30 minutes of parking and my friends wanted to go to the tea shop next door. I thought about it, and although I had to go pretty bad by this point, I accepted because some caffeine sounded good. I got a 12 oz green tea and drank it quickly, as by this point I really had to go and had things to do, so we walked back to the car. I was bent over a little, and also wondered if any of my friends had to go, but there were no bathrooms in the parking garage, so we just left. Heres when things got sketchy. One of my friends lives all the way on the other side of town. It took us a solid 15 minutes to get to her house and 20 minutes to get back to my other friends houses. We listened to the radio, which was nice because it took my mind off my need, but I was really bursting now. Finally I dropped off my two other friends, and then drove the 10 minutes back to my house. I got back at maybe 2:15 or 2:20. I could feel a bulge in my stomach, and had a large pain in my abdomen every time I took a step. I almost peed on some bushes outside my house, but my parents had guests over. I walked in, said hi to them, and talked with them for a few minutes, but my bladder was screaming at this point. Finally I got out of talking to the guests, rushed upstairs, and went to the toilet, where I peed for quite a long time. I didnt get a chance to time it, but it must have been between 45 seconds and 1:00 plus. It was the clearest pee Ive ever had and felt amazing. Annoyingly, i hadn't really fully emptied my bladder, so I had to use the toilet again another 4 times on the next hour or so. Overall, a really interesting experience, and although I was quite uncomfortable at times, it was quite fun.
  13. Hey everyone! So this is my first shot at fan fiction. I hope you enjoy, and I have a second chapter if y'all enjoy this one! Which I really hope you do. I spent a lt of time on this. Btw this is based off a fantasy I had when i was younger. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- School trips. What wonderful times they are, full of overprotective teachers and chaperones, annoying douchebags, cliques, boring activities, crowds, and worst of all, having to find someone to room with. Having to be loud enough to be able to sleep with someone you know. This year was no different than any other. There was the guy I wanted to room with. Crazy intelligent yet impossibly cute, extraordinarily sweet, and responsible enough to have us go to bed at a reasonable hour while still giving us time to sit up and talk. I had had a crush on this guy for months and in my mind there was nothing better then sharing a twin sized bed with him for one night. But there was no way. He had too many friends, and besides, he probably barely knew I exist. The extent of our interactions in school were simple “Hey”’s. Once I invited him to the movies, but there were like five other people, and we didn’t even end up sitting next to each other. There was the guy i expected to room with. We had been friends for ages, so why wouldn’t he too with me, right? Well, he’d probably end up rooming with a different friend, leaving me in the dust, hopeless and lonely. And then there was the guy I would end up rooming with. The other looser who couldn’t find a friend. The other guy that sat at the back of class, suffering in silence. “Hey Ben.” I turned around to find the source of the mysterious voice that had uttered my name. Had it been inside my head? Was I hearing things? “Oh, hey Paolo.” There he was. My crush, my one and only. I tried to hide my surprise, but I could practically see my face turn the color of a beat. “So, uh, are you rooming with anyone for the trip?” No, of course not. Why would I be. How would I be. “Uh, no. Why?” “Well, would you maybe like to room with me? All my friends are rooming with each other, and, well, I just thought of you.” No. This could be happening. “Uh, that would be great! I’ll put our names on the slip, I guess! I can’t wait!” No, like, I really couldn’t! Fast forward a month. We had just arrived at the hotel in Philadelphia for the night. I found Paolo and we went to our room. There it was, the twin bed in all its glory. We put our stuff down and started getting ready for bed. “Uh, Ben?’ “Yeah?” I responded. Even when uneasy, his voice still rang out like a song, calling to my heart. “I gotta be honest: I wet the bed.” “Oh?” “Yeah, thats why none of my friends wanted to room with me.” Holy shit! I’ll be the first to admit I have a fetish for guys, including me, peeing or pooping themselves, and as much as I hate getting pleasure from others misfortune, I couldn’t help but be even more excited than i already was. However, I also felt bad for him because of his friends. Like, thats pretty harsh! “Uh, thats totally fine!” I responded. “It is?” “Yeah, I mean I’ll admit, I’ve had plenty of issues throughout my life.” Well, that is if my fetish counts as an issue. “Oh, you have?” “Yeah, so bedwetting is nothing new to me. Its not an issue.” “Alright, that makes me feel a lot better. Anyway, I brought a pull up. It sometimes leaks, but it should hold most of the pee.” “Thats cool. Yeah, really not an issue.” He smiled a genuine, wide, and innocently smile. He seemed amazed that his issue was finally accepted, and looked like he just wanted to give me a hug. “Um, sometimes when I sleep with someone, I can’t help but snuggle up against them, and hug them. Is that alright?” I could see the small wink he gave, and I wanted to cry of joy. “Yeah, I have the same issue.” We giggled. He went to the bathroom to change, and I washed him emerge from the bathroom in just the pull up and a shirt. I was quite turned on, but managed to hide it under the covers. He got into bed and cured up against me. I fell asleep quickly, holding the boy of my dreams. It was about 3:30 am when I woke up to Paolo unconsciously squirming around in bed. It continued for a minute before it stopped. Then came the small hiss, and the warmth of the pull up, pushed up against my knee, getting wet with pee. I smiled as i let it happen. This continued for a little while before the pull up started leaking, but I didn’t mind, and Paolo remained asleep. When we woke up the next morning, the bed was cold, but the pull up was still warm resting against my leg. “Good morning.” He mumbled, reaching down to feel his pull up. “Mmm, good morning.” I groaned. “Oops, I peed.” He said. “Yeah, you did.” I responded.
  14. Hey guys! I'm going to be home alone tomorrow, for about 12 hours. This is very rare for me, and I definitely want to take advantage of the situation, within reason, of course. Any suggestions?
  15. Fandom: Doctor Who Characters: Clara Oswald and the Twelfth Doctor Summary: Clara discovers the Doctor’s extremely taboo fetish and thinks it’s hot. Rating: M This was originally two fics. I combined them into one for ease of posting. Content: Desperation, wetting, self wetting, piss play and voyeurism.Alternate link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11795847/1/Clara-Discovers-the-Doctor-s-Fetish Don’t like? Don’t read. XXX Clara’s first suspicion occurred as a freak rainstorm soaked her and the Doctor. As she stood there, dripping from the rain, she noticed the Doctor’s white buttoned down shirt, waistcoat, navy blue crombie jacket and matching slacks looked completely dry. His gray hair was dark and wet, the curls slicked down against the back of his neck as if he just had a shower. He noticed her glare. He smirked and a mischievous twinkle gleamed in his pale blue eyes. “Gallifreyan weave. Keeps the wet out or in. Handy for situations like this. Also handy if you never want your enemies to see you sweat.” Clara narrowed her brown eyes and pointedly squeezed out her sodden brown hair. Her wet dark brown slacks clung to her legs and the purple blouse she wore under her black windbreaker didn’t fare much better. Thank goodness this planet had a warm climate or she might be miserably chilled. How silly a petite person like her might look, shivering and drenched. “You could’ve warned me about the sudden downpours,” Clara complained. “Oh, rainforest isn’t enough of a warning?” The Doctor stuffed his hands in his pockets. After a minute he sighed and his shoulders relaxed. “Honestly, Clara,” His voice had an odd note in it she didn’t know what to make of, “Being wet never killed anyone…unless they got wet in freezing temperatures, that is. But only pudding brain idiots do that.” She huffed playfully back as the Doctor gave a little shake of his shoulders and walked away. The dry ground beneath the tree they took cover under was wet. Wetter than normal rain runoff. Clara tried to shake the thought off. The Doctor was an alien who could hold his wee for who knew how long. She rarely saw him use the loo - actually she only saw him go to it at her flat. Thinking about needing the loo had her realizing she needed to go. No point in taking her blue lace knickers down since she was already soaked. She sat on a wet log and contentedly pissed through her knickers and slacks. Not because she had to go badly. She just wanted to and it wouldn’t be noticed anyway with her clothes already wet. Her wee hissed loudly, tickling her clit. She pretended to pick at her fingernails. The Doctor glanced at her and walked away to examine the sky. “More rain is headed towards us,” He said. Clara pushed her bum against the log to wring the excess wee off and stood. “I’m going back into the TARDIS. I’m already wet enough.” She smirked as she walked past him, wondering if he smelled what she did. The blue British police box was so familiar to her that it never looked out of place or odd to her no matter the setting. Clara stepped through the creaky door. As she closed it she saw the Doctor sit on the log she just used. Now she really began to wonder. XXX Clara found the TARDIS already in her living room when she arrived home from work. She bypassed the blue box to use her loo down the hall. She pulled her black tights down, pissed on the toilet through her gray cotton knickers and moaned in relief. Then she pulled her tights back up and rearranged her skirt so the wetness stayed close to her pussy. Just as casual as could be. “Doctor?” She entered the TARDIS. “Under the hood!” The Doctor called back from the floor below the main console. “What'cha doing down there?” Clara called. He didn’t like her venturing down there and she respectfully stayed on the main console floor. The Doctor jingled some tools. “She made a bit of a noise when I landed her.” “The TARDIS always makes a noise when you land,” She pointed out. “Yes, but this was a different noise.” “Hm.” Clara grabbed one of the monitors and twiddled a few buttons. The cameras below zeroed in on the Doctor. Now she could see him. She had a split screen - one on his face and another on his whole body. The Doctor had on his space hobo outfit. Two T-shirts under a dark green hoodie and dark gray tartan trousers. He’d taken his hoodie and crombie off to better get underneath the control panel. He was laying on his back, his big bushy eyebrows frowning at something out of Clara’s sight on the monitor. Clara watched the Doctor’s legs wriggle and bounce. The outline of his cock was obvious through his trousers. He wasn’t wearing underwear. He kept bumping his knees together and his face had its usual severeness of intense focus. “So what do you think is wrong?” asked Clara. “Could be a fluid leak hitting a motherboard. Should be fine once I replace a few components.” “Ooh, I’ll let you concentrate then. I’ve got some papers to grade anyway, so let’s both work.” “Ah, thank you.” Clara got the papers out with no intent to actually work on them. They were already finished. She pulled her iPod out too and popped the earbuds into her ears. She had no intention of turning them on. “I’m listening to my music, so give a shout if you need my attention.” “Of course.” The Doctor bounced his legs faster. He worked one handed now, the other firmly gripping his crotch. Clara enjoyed the view of his thighs flexing. He let go of his crotch to solder something and a small wet patch appeared near his fly. Oh, so these were regular trousers, eh? The Doctor’s leg bouncing sped up. He suddenly closed his legs and straightened them as he unzipped his fly. He let his big uncut cock hang out. The puckered opening in his foreskin glistened with wee droplets. The Doctor resumed jiggling his legs without bending them. Oh, the things that man did when he thought nobody was watching. Clara licked her lips. He grimaced and dribbled more wee onto his trousers, darkening them from the outside. A shift in position flipped his cock onto his stomach where he spurted again. He pushed it to point towards his feet and soldered two wires. Wee kept escaping one drop at a time, turning slowly into a thin, weak stream. Clara saw the Doctor bite his bottom lip. His forehead wrinkled as if it hurt. Then he relaxed with a sigh and the weak stream became a huge fountain from his semi erect cock to soak his trousers. His foreskin gave his stream a very focused spray. He pissed like a racehorse like that for ten seconds before stuffing his wetting cock back into his trousers and zipping up. He casually kept weeing in the left leg of them as he soldered something to a motherboard and attached it somewhere out of sight of the monitor. The dark stain grew until most of his left leg glistened. He looked totally casual like it was perfectly normal to wet his trousers while working. The puddle beneath the Doctor drained down a grating on the slanted floor. But first it hit the back of his shirt since he lay in the drain’s path. Now the Doctor wasn’t working anymore. He lay there, eyes closed, enjoying the relief of his long wee. He gave a sexy post piss shudder of his shoulders and that was when she knew his bladder was empty. Clara watched him dip his hand into his puddle and rub himself through his glistening tartan trousers. Her hand wandered under her skirt to fondle her damp crotch through her wet tights and knickers. It didn’t take her long. She held her moan when she came. He didn’t because he thought she was listening to her music. His voice was low and sexy and he bore his teeth as he added cum to his piss. The Doctor splashed more of his wee on himself as he slid out from under the TARDIS engine panel he was working on. The splatter pattern on his clothes turned random, covering what he’d done. Clara switched off the monitors and bent over her papers as the Doctor bounded up the steps. She’d orgasmed with a full bladder and it protested her ignoring it by giving her urgent signals to relieve it. She crossed her legs and ignored it. Clara took her earbuds out and gaped at the Doctor’s state, feigning surprise. “Blimey, what happened to you?” “Chemical spill,” said the Doctor. He was still flushed and husky voiced from his recent orgasm. She liked how his Scottish accent sounded thicker. She jiggled her legs and noticed his eyes lingering on her a moment longer than normal. “Is the TARDIS fixed now?” He nodded. “Mmhmm. I’m going to wash up and then we’ll see how she sings.” She grinned and pretended to mark the last paper. “Take us to an alien beach if it’s fixed, okay?” “Whatever, beach it is!” The Doctor called back as he squelched down the TARDIS hallway. His shirt was soaked halfway up the back and his trousers dripped a trail. Now Clara began to suspect why the Doctor took so long to use the loo in her place. Maybe he put on a similar show and she wanted to see it. The question was how. The Doctor reappeared in his usual business casual outfit. The TARDIS sounded perfect when he cranked the main lever. He showed her a beach with sand made of mineral particles. A beautiful, sparkling place with a pale purplish sky. They walked around for hours and he pointed out several interesting rock formations and seashells. The waves reminded Clara of her urgent bladder again. She pretended to jiggle because of the chilly breeze, which made her need to wee stronger still. Clara hatched a plan while they were there. Okay, two plans. One was immediate. The other was something naughty, something dirty. She accidentally on purpose wandered a little too close to the water. A wave washed up, wetting her to her knees. “Oh!” Clara squeaked as the shocking coldness wrenched her bladder control away. A hot spurt escaped while she stood there, knock kneed and trembling. “Clara!” The Doctor raced over, pulling her away from the water’s reach. She clung to his coat. “Wait! Wait, I’m - ” Her muscles failed and a hot stream of wee poured into the gusset of her knickers. Warmth spread out and trickled down to darken her tights above where the water wet her and pooled in the sand at her feet. “I…the water startled me,” Clara sputtered. “Oh. Clara.” The Doctor awkwardly hugged her to himself as if concealing her not-really-an-accident from the world. “There, there, accidents happen.” Her breath caught, “You’re not upset?” “Tch, why? It’s just wee.” She relaxed fully and let her wee spray full blast while he held her. Closing her legs tightly narrowed her pisshole and made it burble and hiss loudly. She felt the Doctor’s two hearts hammering in his chest and listened to his breathing deepen. Suddenly, she realized his his trousers felt warmer against her stomach. The tip of his cock was right against her left hip. Still no underpants. “You’re going to get cold.” The Doctor murmured. His voice had that odd note in it she heard in the rainforest. Now she knew it meant he was having a wee. Clara pretended not to notice. She sighed as her bladder finished emptying and hugged him a little tighter against herself. She shifted to the right, which pushed his cock up towards his waistband. She relished the vibration of his stream hitting the fabric of his trousers. No wetness came through the material at all. He could piss in these trousers totally undetected. Well, aside from the puddles forming at his feet where the piss ran down inside the fabric to soak his socks and shoes. He went and went for what seemed like ages. There was that sexy post piss shudder. She loved that, like a sleepy bear shaking off after hibernation. He kissed the top of her head. “Do you want to leave?” “Yeah. It’s a bit chilly. Take me home?” Clara asked as her hardened nipples poked through her shirt. She stepped back to let the Doctor get a glimpse of that before plodding towards the TARDIS. Did she imagine him spreading his coat to flash the tent in his trousers before buttoning it to cover up? She politely took off her sandy tights and shoes before going into the TARDIS. As an afterthought, she removed her pissy knickers too. He stole many glances at her. Sometimes she ‘caught’ him and smiled sheepishly. He just smiled his shy smile back and pressed a few keys. The TARDIS whirred to life and off they went. The Doctor dropped Clara off at home. She kept the thick towel he draped around her like a blanket and casually scooped up her damp piss-scented tights and shoes. She 'forgot’ her wet knickers. The TARDIS had hardly dematerialized before she dumped her dirty clothes and raced into her kitchen. She rummaged for her toolbox and extension cord for her power drill. Her bathroom wall had a busy floral print pattern. Nobody was going to notice a hole from inside. Outside was another story. The Doctor was annoyingly observant. Clara knelt and drilled half a meter to the left of the door, putting the hole above a bookshelf. She concealed it behind a decorative vase. He wasn’t going to see that unless he went snooping. Clara peeped into the hole. She had a complete view of her toilet and shower from just under the bathroom mirror. Perfect. Now she could call up the Doctor and invite him for dinner. XXX She noticed his leg bouncing as they had dinner together at her kitchen table. Steaks with plenty of wine and tea. Always the gentleman, he washed the dishes when they were done. His leg bounced the whole time as if he beat out the rhythm to music stuck in his head. And damn his legs looked good in those fitted piss hiding trousers. “Oh, by the way,” The Doctor produced Clara’s wadded up knickers from his pocket, “You dropped these yesterday.” They were dry with a distinct crusted cumstain in the gusset. “Oh! Sorry. Thank you.” Clara swiped her undergarments from him and hurried to toss them in her dirty clothes hamper. “I can finish that,” She said when she returned to the kitchen. The Doctor shifted his weight foot to foot. “No, you cooked. It’s only polite that I clean.” “But you look like you need the loo.” His thighs flexed as if expressing his frustration. “I’m almost done, Clara.” He finished rinsing the last dish and set it aside in the drying rack. He didn’t bother drying his hands before making a beeline down the hall. Clara waited to hear the door close before tip-toeing to her hidden peephole. She saw the Doctor stripping to his red silk question mark boxer briefs and step into her shower. The outline of his long cock pointed to his left hip until he adjusted it closer to the waistband and released a torrent of piss. He sighed, shoulders relaxing as he watched himself in the mirror above the peephole he didn’t know Clara was looking through. A glistening wet stain spread across the red fabric and poured rivulets down both his legs. His stream gained strength until it gushed straight through his boxers with a loud hiss. “Ohh,” The Doctor moaned. He cupped his hand in the stream and began rubbing himself. He pulled the waistband of his boxers away to expose his uncut cock. He let the jet of wee soak his chest before covering up and holding himself through his boxers as if weeing normally in the loo. He watched himself in the mirror the whole time, his face flushed with excitement. A shudder ran through him as his wee stopped flowing. Clara had never seen anything so hot in her life. The Doctor made it better by wanking through his wet boxers until cum joined his piss stain. He stood there a minute with his eyes closed to savor his wet messiness. Then he casually got dressed again. Not a single hint of wetness showed through his clothes. She was right. He had a piss fetish. Clara hurried into the kitchen when the Doctor slid his shoes and socks on. She heard him flush the toilet and wash his hands. The door swung open and he strode back into the kitchen. Now she knew why he took so long in the loo. It was hard for Clara to look the Doctor in the eye now that she knew he wore wee stained boxers under his trousers. The vague smell of piss hung around him. Very faintly, easily passed off as something he stepped in outside. “Thank you for dinner,” said the Doctor. She barely hid her smile as she faced him. “See you tomorrow?” “Mmhmm. Mind if we do dinner again?” He lingered near her, almost as if he wanted her to notice the smell on him. Then he backed away, taking a swinging step towards the TARDIS. He was smirking. “Can’t wait,” Clara grinned. Her own need for the loo was reaching a point to where she couldn’t stand perfectly still. She ran into her bathroom as soon as the TARDIS disappeared. He hadn’t washed his piss out of the shower. There was a big puddle that didn’t wick down the drain. She flipped the back of her flowy blue skirt up and sat down in it, letting it soak into her pink cotton knickers. The wee was cold, but she didn’t care as she shoved two fingers down her knickers and fingered herself to the mental image of the Doctor soaking his silk boxers. It didn’t take her long to reach a jaw clenching orgasm. She relaxed against the wall with her legs straight out in front of her and enjoyed a lengthy hissing wee that warmed her knickers and bottom. Tomorrow, she was going to let the Doctor know she was onto him. XXX The Doctor arrived just before dinnertime the very next day. His eyes went immediately to the towel on the floor in front of the couch. The same towel he gave her after she wet herself during their beach excursion. “I spilled some tea there,” said Clara when she noticed him looking. She went on, “Do you mind if we stay in after dinner? I had a long day. The kids were rough and I’m exhausted.” He shrugged like it didn’t matter. Dinner was meatloaf seasoned with spices. They drank several cups of tea. The Doctor’s leg was bouncing at the table again. He kept stopping himself and didn’t fidget while washing the dishes. As he dried the them he suggested they watch a movie. Clara found a stupid B-movie about giant iguanas. She figured the Doctor wouldn’t like anything too realistic and she noticed he didn’t go to the loo despite his obvious urgency. They sat on the couch together. The Doctor predictably sat with his feet on the towel. He let his legs flop apart in a typical man-spread. Clara playfully shoved his knee aside to sit next to him. She kept one eye on the movie and the corner of her eye on the Doctor. He’d pulled a flap of his coat across his lap to hide that he was holding himself. She pretended not to notice him suddenly press his knees together and let them flop apart again. He did it three different times. Clara heard the splats of piss hitting silk. The Doctor bit his lip as he spurted, each one audible. He adjusted himself to point up towards his waistband and sat up straighter with his knees together Finally he lost control and the splats became a steady gurgling hiss. He sighed through his nose. His shoulders relaxed and he sat back again. Clara had a hard time pretending to be interested in the movie when she knew he was wetting his trousers like that right beside her. “This movie is so…what is that human word you use? Cheesy.” The Doctor said when he reached full stream. He crossed his right ankle over his left knee and continued weeing like it was the most normal thing in the universe. “It’s cheaply made.” Clara snorted, sparing a glance at his foot where a rivulet of yellow fluid ran out the back of his left trouser leg and soaked into the towel. “I can see the strings holding up their tails,” said the Doctor. He sighed again, content. He was still going, his bladder must have been quite full. Clara’s whole body trembled with excitement because he had no idea she knew what was going on. She grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and covered herself up to the neck with it. The blanket hid her flipping her skirt out from under her bottom. She playfully threw the edge of it over him too. He stopped weeing - whether he was empty or saving some was anyone’s guess - and covered himself up to his neck too. Clara reached into her knickers and slowly rubbed her aching clit. She heard the squelching of the Doctor fondling himself. His movements jiggled the couch ever so slightly. He tensed, bit his lip and exhaled heavily. She came shortly after he did, turning her head to avoid him seeing her face. Clara tried to hold her piss in after her orgasm. She kept one hand tight against her crotch. The movie was two thirds of the way through when she gave up and let some hot wee pour out into her cotton boxer briefs knickers. The black felt couch cushion got warm as it soaked it up. “I think I see the strings now,” She said contentedly. The wee tickled her sensitive clit as it flowed messily through the gusset of her knickers. Bloody hell, it was hot to be totally wetting herself without him knowing. No wonder he got off on it so hard. “Yeah?” Clara cut her stream off even though it hurt to do so. She was still bursting when she flung the blanket off them and swung herself over to straddle the Doctor’s lap. “I know what you just did. I know what you’ve been doing,” Clara whispered in his ear. The Doctor’s cock twitched beneath her. His eyes got huge and his face suddenly took on that Doctor like smirk he got when he uncovered someone’s plan. He moved his bushy eyebrows up and down. “The engine cameras light up when they’re activated. And I know about the hole in the bathroom wall, so I put on a show both times. Clara, Clara, Clara, the odor of your wee and your pheromones are as obvious to me as perfume. Do you think I couldn’t smell you having a wee right here with me and getting horny from it?” “Do you think I couldn’t hear you doing it?” Clara countered him. She realized she heard that gurgly hiss off and on throughout their adventures, yet never attributed it to what it was until recently. “I expected you to catch on.” He grinned, licking his lips. “I only use the loo to poo. I have long underpants I can wear under the tartan trousers when don’t want the wee to show.” Clara inched her face closer to his. “That takes discrete to a whole new level.” The Doctor leaned forward. “Yes, it does.” They kissed. First with lips, then deepening to tongues. Clara emptied the rest of her bladder into her knickers while astride his lap. A long, loud stream that poured onto his trousers and ran off around his hips onto the couch. She loved how he moaned into her mouth and slid a hand down the back of her knickers. His gracefully long fingers easily reached her gushing piss hole. He moved his fingers through her stream, teasing her. She stopped weeing and undid his fly to grab him through his wet silk boxers. He moaned again as she tugged it free and shoved the tip up the leg of her boxer briefs knickers. “Clara,” groaned the Doctor. “Go in my knickers,” gasped Clara, “Please.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” She felt him relax and his powerful piss stream jetted against her engorged vulva. He pissed like a fire hose and she relished the hiss as it forced its way through his puckered foreskin. She was so turned on she came again, moaning into his mouth. His wee stream shrank and died to a dribble before stopping completely. Now he gave that little shudder that she loved so much. Clara rewarded him by humping his hard shaft with her wet knickers until white globs of cum dotted his black holey jumper. He cried out as he came like he cried out while working on the TARDIS engine the other day. They sagged against each other, soaked and smelling of piss. Clara slid her knickers off because they annoyed her now. The Doctor recovered quicker than she imagined possible, and they fucked right there on her wet couch. Their simultaneous orgasm was more intense than the ones they experienced before. Clara enjoyed a relaxing wee on the Doctor’s softening cock as they relaxed in the afterglow. He kissed her deeply while she did it. From that moment on they shared a fetish that brought them great and naughty pleasure. XXX The Doctor gave Clara several articles of Gallifreyan clothing made of the same material as his trousers. They felt like regular leggings, skirts and slacks. The insides got wet feeling while being pissed in, but kept the wetness from soaking through outside. The wetness that usually showed outside ran out of the bottoms instead, leaving puddles on the floor. This barrier worked both ways. She spilled tea on the leggings once and only felt the warmth while the tea ran off the material without staining. What amazing design. Clara stopped using the loo for anything besides having a poo or changing her tampons. She became talented at standing in the grass, on grating or near a curb so nobody saw the wee pooling at her feet. She kept a towel on the floor under her desk and enjoyed wetting during class. It was naughty, knowing she could wee any time she wanted without anyone knowing, but she pitied her students when they showed obvious distress. She always granted them restroom access when they asked. Traveling with the Doctor in the TARDIS became a lot more fun with their fetish out in the open. Clara loved embracing the Doctor from behind and listening to his long, hissing wees as much as he enjoyed hearing hers. Sometimes she stuck her hands into his trousers to feel the stream spray through his boxers and sometimes she asked to watch him piss all over himself. He liked to rub her through her knickers while she pissed torrents all over his hand. He also loved it when she pulled her knickers aside and emptied her bladder on his chest. He greatly enjoyed watching her squirm until she lost control and she rewarded him with a show every time. His displays of desperation were a joy to watch too. She loved watching him wet his tartan trousers. Once, he took her out into deep space and shut off the gravity. She watched him hold himself as he floated in the console room. He wore his tartan trousers and the first spurts showed immediately. His wee soaked through and clung to his clothes instead of wicking off. The blobs of wee grew around his shiny crotch as he pissed and only tapping his leg or wiping with his hand sent them flying freely as little spheres of amber. He left hilarious little trails of floating wee when he kicked off a railing and zoomed across the room while wetting full blast. Clara decided to give it a shot and emptied herself under her skirt. She felt the wee gush out and immediately cling to her body. Like doing it in a swimming pool or bathtub, except she had the delicious sensation of feeling it spray out of her body. She lifted up her skirt to show him the huge blob of piss clinging to her legs right before she slapped them together to send little globules drifting away. She found herself envying how he could take his cock out and piss spirals, zig zags and rings. All she managed was a messy jet. They floated together, watching their piss combine near the ceiling. The Doctor led her back to the floor and switched the gravity back on. All that piss rained down to soak them and everything else. They fucked on the floor in the midst of their mess. Clara wasn’t a bedwetter, but she discovered the Doctor was. He liked to sleep nude because of it. She convinced him to sleep in her bed because she wanted to see it happen. What a marvel it was to watch his cock dribble and gush on his stomach or leg or the mattress while he slept, unaware. She liked to aim him at her and let his wee wet her pajamas. He never went to the loo when he woke up, choosing instead to piss in whatever position he happened to be lying in. There was a morning where he lay on his back and let his wee become a fountain that sprayed the pillows and their hair. Clara watched him do that the first time and immediately spread her legs to release a torrent at his feet. Why waste a good wee? They looked at each other and grinned. Sometimes he wore his silk boxers to bed. Clara loved the gurgling hiss of his strong wee flow. She often rubbed him through his boxers while he pissed himself in his sleep. She repaid him by letting him watch her wee her knickers on the mattress. Her morning wee always hissed the loudest and smelled the strongest. He took much enjoyment in rubbing her through her knickers while she pissed in them. There was one delicious morning where he rolled over on top of her and tucked his cock down the front of her pajama bottoms. She woke up to him gazing lovingly into her eyes. Then he pissed long and hard on her clit until she came. He pulled her pajama bottoms down to lick her clean. He made her cum so hard a second time. She got him back by weeing all over his hard cock and sucking it until he moaned her name. They wore their piss hiding clothing while out in public. When alone, they wore things that showed it, and casually pissed themselves whenever they wanted. The Doctor liked to wait until he couldn’t hold it anymore and lost control. Clara enjoyed weeing whenever it suited her. Sometimes he flopped his cock out and pissed on his clothes or let it dangle to wet the couch. She had fun sitting in his lap and weeing on it like a loo. And so the Doctor and Clara continued their adventures in space and time, only now they vaguely smelled like piss and cum. Their clothes were always wet or piss stained, and they loved it that way. XXX Weeing their clothing wasn’t always sexual for Clara and the Doctor. Sometimes it was a simple convenience to not stop in the loo. Clara enjoyed coming home, dropping her bag and wandering into the kitchen without having to go right to the toilet. She often pissed in her Gallifreyan slacks, leggings or skirts while reading her bills for the enjoyment of wetting garments that didn’t show it on the outside. Another time, Clara walked into the TARDIS that had become a familiar sight in her living room. The Doctor was working under the engine again, except now he permitted her to venture down there with him. She saw his velvet coat draped over a railing, leaving him just in his navy blue trousers, waistcoat and crisp white shirt with the unbuttoned sleeves rolled up. “The TARDIS making the noise again?” “No, this time there was banging. I know exactly what it is, it’s the fixing that’s taking up time. It’s the…” The Doctor dissolved into a bunch of technobabble Clara couldn’t keep up with if she tried. He twisted to lay on his side and she heard the familiar gurgle hiss of his wee stream hitting the inside of his Gallifreyan piss hiding trousers. He pissed and pissed without missing a beat with his tools. Clara greatly enjoyed pairing the leggings with knee or thigh high boots. The Doctor sprayed the insides of her boots with something that kept the wee from damaging them. It came in handy when she woke up one morning late for school and only had time to dress, brush her teeth and apply makeup before flying out the door. She clutched the pole in the train she almost missed and forgot for a short time that her clothing wasn’t going to show wetness. There were people all around. She closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling the hot piss soak her crotch and pour down inside her leggings into her boots. She kept her legs slightly apart to minimize the hissing. That was a big gusher. Nobody around her had a clue. At school, cleanup was as simple as dumping the piss out of her boots in the ladies restroom. The Doctor liked to read a lot. There wasn’t a single time where Clara didn’t hear him piss a hard, long stream into his trousers without looking up from his book. And she never forgot the time she saw piss pouring out of his trouser legs as he strummed his electric guitar. She caught that on video on her phone and masturbated to it frequently. XXX “'Ello, Doctor, I’m-” Clara paused in her doorway after a long day of noisy kids. The Doctor had fallen asleep on her couch. He sat upright with his arms crossed and chin on his chest, snoring faintly. Sometimes he traveled so long he forgot to sleep. There were predictable small puddles by his feet from wee dribbling out as he slept. That was hot - seeing him dressed in his fancy velvet jacket with piss by his feet. Clara ran a hand over his gray hair and walked into the kitchen to make tea. He woke up at her setting their teacups on the coffee table. “How long have you been home?” “A few minutes,” Clara said. The Doctor stretched and straightened his right leg. Piss dribbled then poured out of his trouser leg as he relieved himself where he sat. Clara enjoyed the sight and sound. He smiled sleepily at her, adjusted himself towards his waistband and pushed to make his wee spray in a loud hiss. A small gesture that turned it from convenience to sexy in a flash. Clara squeezed her legs together and watched him rub his bulge. “You’re mine after tea,” She said pointedly. He wiggled his eyebrows up and down and accepted the teacup she handed to him. “I want to save up a big wee just for you.” “Make sure you wear those silk boxers and tartan trousers when you wet.” Clara’s pulse jumped at the notion of seeing the Doctor desperate. “So you can see me get wet?” Her pussy got wet thinking about it. “Mmhmm.” XXX And the next day she had a hard time keeping her mind on work. Her phone vibrated for the fourth time in the last ten minutes. She checked it to find a dozen more text messages from the Doctor. All of them asking her if he could wee yet. He was asking in jest as a pointed reminder of their game. She replied back that he had to wait until she was off work. He sent her a ten second video of his leg bouncing as he stood by the TARDIS console. She knew by the speed and amount of bounce that his situation wasn’t dire yet. That day, Clara wore her favorite emerald green satin knickers under gray Gallfreyan slacks that went with her tight black top and floral embroidered cardigan. Strappy black stiletto heels gave her outfit its finishing pop. She sat quietly at her desk while her students bent over a lengthy essay test. A glance at the clock let her know the time was up. “Pencils down and pass your tests forward,” said Clara. She stood to ensure nobody tried to scribble last minute answers and allowed her nearly full bladder a small spurt in her knickers. Wet satin felt wonderful against her clit. Papers rattled and a few students giggled while passing their tests forward. She collected them into a neat pile and tried not to fidget too much. Class ended five minutes later, turning the quiet classroom into scraping chairs, footsteps and scraps of conversation. Finally, lunch break! Clara reclaimed her desk chair and used the stiletto heels of her pointy black shoes to drag the towel under her desk closer. She relaxed her muscles enjoyed a long, hard, hissing wee. Her knickers got warm and wet and rivulets licked her thighs. The slacks showed nothing; the only evidence was the streams of fluid running off her ankles onto the towel. Nobody could see her feet unless they walked behind her desk - for that she was grateful. She lifted her feet slightly and tilted them up so her piss ran off the tips of her heels. Clara texted the Doctor again to tell him she was weeing and he better not wee too. He sent back a sad emoticon. She sent him a video of her piss streaming off her stiletto heels and reminded him again that he better not wee in his trousers without her. She finished her wee and wiped her shoes on the towel. A tiny spritz of perfume erased the scent evidence of her naughty deed. Then she got up to go into the teacher’s lounge for lunch. XXX Clara walked into her flat three hours later. She let the Doctor know she was on her way home. There was the TARDIS in her living room and there was the Doctor sitting at the kitchen table with an empty lemonade jug nearby. Good, he drank it all. He clutched himself through his tartan trousers and bounced both legs alternately. Large, fast bounces meant a very dire need indeed. Clara’s pussy got wet at the sight of his graceful long fingers clutching at his cock like that. “How was school?” The Doctor asked in a strained voice. “Fine.” She kissed him and took a little pity in the way concentration drew his bushy eyebrows together. Her hand slid across his chest and downward to touch the one holding his cock. The Doctor’s semi-hard cock was almost retracted into his pelvis from the effort he put forth into not wetting himself. Just above it, the bulge of his very full bladder. There was a dark wet streak near his left hip where he lost a spurt. He started bumping his knees together, his breath coming in short gasps like someone drowning. Clara licked her lips at the sight of the Doctor so helpless and desperate. “How badly do you have to go?” She asked. “It’s all I can think of. You were gone nine hours. I’ve been doing timey wimey things for seventy-two and I didn’t wee once.” The Doctor gasped and bore his teeth. Another tiny dark stain appeared by his hip. His knees scissored faster and the hand on his cock tightened into a vice grip. He pushed his cock to point upward at his waistband without loosening his hold on it. Clara smirked at him. “Take your hand off yourself.” He did what she said. She heard a faint splat. Another wet spot formed by his fly. “I’m…leaking!” The Doctor gasped for air between each word. His thigh muscles tightened and he pressed his knees together again. The wet spot grew from the wee dribbling slowly down his shaft. He suddenly jumped to his feet and hobbled towards the kitchen counter. He could not stand up straight without leaking. He looked pleadingly at her through blue eyes glazed in a mix of fear, arousal and sheer desperation. Clara placed her hand on his damp package. She rubbed his balls through his trousers. The Doctor took her other hand and tightly clutched it. His grip tightened when he fought another spasm resulting in a loud spurt. He tensed every muscle he had to stop it again. His lips pressed into a firm line and she knew his bladder was at capacity. Another spurt gurgled into his trousers. The stain by his fly widened. A shiny dribble ran along a fold of material above his groin to shoot down his leg. He patted both hands on the counter behind him and marched in place. His bum flexed with effort. Clara watched another dribble run down his leg. He was spurting uncontrollably. The Doctor, a man of perpetual control, was losing control. He gave a small gasp and doubled forward again. His face muscles were in on it now. He grimaced, eyes squeezed tightly shut. The Doctor gulped air into his lungs. He jerked himself up to stand straight with a faint whimper. Piss suddenly exploded out of him with the loudest gurgling hiss Clara ever heard. The crotch of his trousers was instantly dark and shiny, the wetness rapidly spreading upward towards the waistband and downward to encapsulate both legs. She heard the hissing weaken as he tried in vain to stop himself. “Oh…oh Clara, I can’t stop it. I can’t…oh, Clara!” The Doctor pressed his legs together once more and gave up. He moved his legs slightly apart in a typical guy piss position and relaxed completely. The hissing got louder as he stopped trying to hold it back. He threw his head back, mouth open and groaning as if in the throes of orgasm. Three days worth of piss poured out of his trouser legs onto his socks, shoes and created a fast growing lake on the linoleum floor. He went so much his trousers became uniformly wet and he was still going. Clara’s feet splashed into the growing puddle. She wrapped her arms around the Doctor’s neck and gazed lovingly into his eyes while his wee continued to hiss into his trousers. She smiled at his blissful expression and pulled his face close to french him. They began to make out and grind against each other. The Doctor’s stream lost its force as his cock hardened. He shoved a hand greedily into the front of her slacks and she rewarded him by wetting through her knickers on his fingers. He flicked his finger through it in circular motions, playing with her clit. The hot wee streamed down her legs to join his. Clara stopped him before she came and pulled the slacks, cardigan and shirt off, leaving her only in her pissy knickers and heels. The Doctor was still weeing slowly now because of his erection. Clara pulled the gusset of her panties aside The Doctor took his dribbling cock out of his trousers and laid her in his lake of piss as he guided himself into her pussy. They fucked frantically like starving animals that finally found food. Their motions splashed his piss everywhere. Clara could not contain herself when she felt his piss soaked clothes on her skin. She came explosively and noisily. His orgasm was equally loud and intense. She slipped off his cock when it stopped throbbing and they snogged some more. He stuck his cock back inside his trousers started weeing full force again when it softened. “Clara, I’m still having an accident,” said the Doctor with a teasing gleam in his eyes. “You sure are,” Clara retorted, nibbling his bottom lip. She loved that hiss and the warmth of his piss pouring through his soaked trousers onto her. She grabbed his bum and cupped her other hand under the trickle dripping off his fly. He pushed to make it hiss louder and dribble harder. “Mmh…feels so good…” She kissed him until he did his little shiver that indicated he was empty. Their combined piss filled the kitchen with a most erotic odor. “Stay the night?” Clara asked. The Doctor nodded with a smile. He nuzzled his mouth across her ear. “I’ll wee the bed.” “I know.” XXX Holding for so long tired the Doctor’s bladder out. Clara noticed he couldn’t hold anything for long and pissed uncontrollably whenever the urge was strong enough. He wet and re-wet his trousers twice during dinner and once as he washed the dishes. He assured her this was normal after a marathon hold and that it took him twenty four hours to recover. Watching him casually wee himself while talking to her and washing dishes was extremely sexy. His soaked trousers clung to his legs like a shiny second skin. Clara continued enjoying his repeated accidents when they watched some TV. He flopped his cock out of his trousers and pissed on the cushion any time his bladder spasmed. Clara found his wee arcs impressive. He shot one halfway across the room! Once or twice he aimed at her when she wasn’t looking and squirted her. She saved her wee until she was squirming and suddenly stood over him. She pissed on his face through her knickers. He jacked off until his cock got hard and they fucked on the pissy wet couch. They showered together to wash the piss off their skin. Just before, they stood body to body and snogged as they let their wee flow onto their feet. The Doctor stayed nude when they retired to bed. He didn’t use the loo despite being urgently in need of it again. Clara put on a fresh pair of purple satin knickers and pulled the blankets up over them as she turned off the light. She stroked the Doctor’s gray hair as he drifted off to sleep in her arms. He snored a few times and turned onto his side to face her, seeking her skin in the depths of slumber. She felt a warm dribble on her thigh. He always pissed spurts in his sleep because he didn’t push it out while sleeping like he pushed when awake. Clara relished the little bursts of wet warmth. The Doctor wet the bed until he was empty. He still did his post piss shiver and grunt in his sleep. She thought that was cute. She drifted off to sleep to the sound of his breathing. They woke up still facing each other in a wet bed smelling of cold piss. Clara rolled over to invite the Doctor to spoon with her. He slipped the tip of his cock into the back of her knickers and flooded them with fresh piss. His stream vibrated the satin gusset as it gurgled and gushed right through onto the mattress. She let go too and they sleepily pissed in her knickers together like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Good morning,” murmured the Doctor. “Morning,” Clara yawned, her stream gushing harder as she stretched her arms over her head. He tweaked her nipples and reached down to feel her soaked satin knickers. This served the double duty of fingering her swollen clit. She got turned on by feeling his cock getting hard. He slipped his hardening cock out of her knickers and let it rest against the wet gusset. He breathed heavily as he continued to finger her through the wet material and wasn’t long before she came with a sharp gasp. “Clara,” The Doctor groaned in her ear. She shivered at his Scottish burr flipping the 'r’ sound. He said her name again as if he worshiped her. His cock throbbed and semen joined the mess of pussy juice and piss. He was so turned on that he got off without being stroked. He finished his morning wee while kissing her behind the ear. Clara couldn’t think of a better way to start the day. THE END
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