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Soiled Modifications Another day, another shift at work finally finished, as Stacy returned home exhausted after 8 full hours of retail madness. Exiting her car, she welcomed the brisk wind in the air as opposed to the stale atmosphere of her job. The transition from spring to summer had just begun, Stacy could feel it as she walked to her front door. Unlocking and entering her home, Stacy’s instinct motivated her to open her windows, just enough to allow the wind from outside to fill her house. The breeze gave her much needed serenity from her exhaustion. Stacy started cooking stroganoff while playing her favorite symphonic metal artist in the background, energizing her along with the outside breeze. She aimed to unwind in a simple manner, with her favorite pastime while enjoying some delicious food. In her room she kept a gaming PC that she built years before, with the goal of having a machine that can not only run modern games with ease, but also can handle extensive gaming modification. Booting up the PC, Stacy sat in her comfy computer chair with her dinner, awaiting eagerly to revisit her favorite childhood memories. She had been playing video games since her dad introduced her in her younger years, and starting modding in high school with help from her computer classes. Though her mods were of the more explicit kind, making a name for herself in the modding community for creating quality D.E.S.O related content for countless games of many genres. These mods were mostly character overhauls, namely to strip them down to just their underwear and sometimes diapers, often in a rather soaked or soiled state. Now on the home screen, Stacy opened her mod manager and initiated a modded save for a survival horror title. Survival horror was her favorite genre to mod, simply because it was really funny to make the main characters look out of place from their own setting, given they’re nearly naked in the open. Hours passed, Stacy’s dinner plate was scraped clean, as she continued playing her modded games in peace. Now though she was play-testing her latest mod specifically for a recently published sci-fi horror. Currently she was guiding her bare character through the dark hallways of a derelict spacecraft, wearing nothing but a bra, a pair of panties, and a weapon holster. Stacy in turn was now only wearing her matching red bra and underwear. But as Stacy relaxed and ran her mod through the usual paces, her stomach had been gurgling and churning for a while. Something familiar was certainly brewing with a sizable capacity and urgency. “Not yet… not yet,” She told herself. Stacy was always into panty pooping, but her favorite way of doing so was to hold in her load until after her modded characters had pooped their pants first. Not only does pooping her panties feel even better after seeing her gaming characters do it first, but Stacy finds the mere idea as a fun personal challenge to engage in. Who would shit themselves first: Stacy or her player avatar? So onward Stacy played her game, determined to hold in her shit until she sees her avatar’s undies fill up first. This challenge will be difficult to achieve, the mod she was currently testing was designed under an RNG of sorts tied to the game’s setting. This means for every horrifying event/enemy encounter that happens, there is a random chance the avatar will soil themselves. So Stacy is holding out against random chance, who knows how long it’ll take before she can relieve herself. However Stacy was well aware of this, and looked forward to such an interesting and unpredictable challenge. In fact she made it even harder for herself by deliberately eating foods for the past few days that would make a poopy load that would be huge and demanding. So Stacy’s got her work cut out for her for sure. Another hour passed, and Stacy is now in a losing battle. Despite encountering numerous terrors and nightmares in the game, Stacy’s avatar had still not shit themselves at all. Meanwhile Stacy herself has been struggling to keep herself from pooping her pants prematurely. Her guts were constantly gurgling and churning as her turds relentlessly pressured her anus to open and release, being mere inches from the exit leading to the outside where her underwear was waiting to be filled. Stacy had too many close calls as it was but was still determined to hold out, however she knew well that if her shit makes another attempt, she may not have enough strength to resist. Regardless she continued playing her game while squirming in her chair, eager to win in this challenge she had put herself in. Under her intense digestive pressure, Stacy guides her avatar forward into the next area, the level design of which was a clear sign that she was heading to a boss fight with a nightmarish monster. Stacy mentally prepared herself for a difficult fight, hoping that the conflict would activate the RNG. Surly enough, the beast’s arrival was terrifying in many psychological ways and the resulting fierce battle demanded all of Stacy’s focus. Yet once again, the avatar failed to shit herself from the mere sight of the monstrous creature. Worse still, Stacy’s poop began another mad push against her anus, begging to be unleashed. With all her focus spent on the fight itself, her anus began to falter and slowly open up, with the huge mass of waste now turtle heading out. Stacy was about mere seconds away from pooping her pants and losing. ‘Oh god, no no no, not now!’ Stacy thought, feeling her overpowering poop nearly succeed in its own prison break. Out of desperation, Stacy violently clenched her ass cheeks as tightly as she could muster in order to stop her load from escaping. ‘I’m not losing to this game or this challenge, I refuse to accept defeat here and now!’ Stacy exclaimed in her head, still determined to gain a win. So she kept her butt closed as she played on with nothing but sheer defiance and willpower. Even when the pressure wrought pain in her abdomen and her stress increased, she held out and fought two separate battles simultaneously. Luckily for Stacy, her persistence paid off yet again. The shit was stonewalled within her again and she overthrew the monster by the skin of her teeth. She exhaled slowly as she steadied herself from the mental stress. Stacy was now dangerously out of luck, next time there will be no hope to hold back her crap at all. Still regaining her composure, she motioned her avatar forward once again past the corpse of her enemy. Then… *RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!* “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!” Both Stacy and her character were both jump scared by the monster as it roared violently in vain as it finally died. This caught both off guard screaming in shock. Stacy’s heart and mind was now racing scrambled like eggs, the usual price to pay for playing horror games. But as she attempts to calm down, she noted two important things. One: The avatar’s underwear were beginning to grow a heavy brown bulge. Two: Stacy herself was feeling something hot and heavy bulging in her own panties. Stacy and her character were both finally soiling themselves from the shock of the jump scare, which in Stacy’s case, allowed three fat logs of poop to erupt from her anus and pile into the welcoming embrace of her red undies. However more was still to come as a fourth turd was already snaking its way out freely. Still recovering from the stress and feeling the warm comforting dump in her filthy panties, Stacy didn’t have anything to resist the urge to poop anymore, not that she wanted to anyhow. So she finally surrendered herself to her shit and allowed all of it to enter her underwear unopposed. One by one, poop coiled out of Stacy’s ass and plop into the mess inside her panties. The first few turds were very firm and solid, but the newer logs slowly turned softer. The red panties’ bulge was already large initially, but now it was growing even bigger and heavier as more shit was loaded into the panties. The former red fabric of the bulge was now stained completely brown, Stacy’s underwear was definitely ruined for sure. Stacy herself was enthralled by the relief washing over her, the pungent poopy odor putting her mind at ease. It felt euphoric to feel her body’s contents being emptied from her, and to be collected in her undies. While all this was going on, Stacy still had her eyes focused on her video game, as her character was busy doing the same thing. The avatar just stood there passively, filling her own sagging underwear with warm poop. Stacy couldn’t help but wonder if the avatar was feeling the same way that she was right now. By the time Stacy was empty of waste, her panties had a swollen poopy bulge the size of a small watermelon, while her avatar was close behind with a load the size of a cantaloupe. ‘Hehe. Alright then, we’ll call it a draw,’ Stacy mused to herself, pretending to interact with her avatar competitor. This certainly wasn’t a loss for Stacy, not with how huge and satisfying her load felt in her underwear. She couldn’t help but rub her bulge gently against her chair, hearing her poop softly squelch from her massage. Satisfied with the outcome of her personal challenge, Stacy gets comfy in her chair and continues her game uninterrupted. She’ll play with her load and change herself later, for now she’ll just enjoy the warm company of her poop in between her ass cheeks and underwear. As for the avatar in the game, she was feeling the large bulge in her panties, her face mirroring Stacy’s pleasure. This plainly answers Stacy’s previous question of the avatar’s emotions. So Stacy decides to let her character stew in her poopy panties while playing onward, much like herself. All in all, a fantastic panty poop that was well worth the desperation. The End Stand by… Volume 1 complete, initializing Volume 2…

Hi, so this is my first time writing and I can't guarantee that whatever this is it will be pursued fervently, but I want to do something a little bit more creative with my thoughts regarding my sexuality and this scenario has played out in my dreams enough that I want to start with it. Warning, there will be sexual content but not in every chapter, and there will be lots of nudity, but the nudity will not always be sexual. This is not an omorashi first story either, and although omorashi will be included because it is a fetish of mine, it will not be featured in every chapter nor be a major plot point, at least at the beginning. I also have a mild form of Asperger's syndrome, so I feel that I will be able to create better characters that are more similar to me in the way I think, as opposed to neurotypical character that are often difficult for me to grasp. I will initially keep all characters above 18, however if it seems safe to do so I will include ages 15 and up, not because I am particularly attracted to people that young as a 20 year old cis straight white male, but more because I am particularly attracted to people who haven't quite figured out their sexuality, are shyer, and retain youthful attitudes, and this is easier to write in with younger characters. But for now I will stick to 18. I'd appreciate feedback if possible! Chapter 1: Elisa and Saturday Night at the gym Elisa had just started her first year at her university. Although far from her home in New Jersey, she was excited to begin a life of her own and adventure to new places, both physically and mentally. She had grown up in a very religious household, and although everyone in the household was practicing, her parents were good enough to her that they were not too overbearing. Her father was Puerto Rican and her mother was Dominican, and they had met in English class shortly after each of them moved to the USA. Elisa was the oldest having turned 18 last week, and she had one younger sister who was starting 8th grade at age 13, and a brother starting 4th grade at age 9. Although she loved her family very much, the day to day ruses in her household were difficult to manage at times, and she was looking forward to a change of scenery. Elisa's life was complicated as lives should be. There was nothing terrible, tragic, or traumatic about it but life is existentially hard to comprehend, especially in Elisa's case of a mild form of Asperger's syndrome, which gave her a depth of knowledge about a plethora of topics, including politics, geography, public transportation, art history, and really almost anything. Some people considered her to lack personality and be emotionally stoic due to the vast majority conversational interactions being infused with random facts and snippets. But apart from how she might be perceived, Elisa is a very emotional person. Well, not usually outwardly although she does cry from time to time in her bedroom. But like most people with Asperger's, Elisa had chronic depression. It was nothing severe and a manageable mental illness, but it made her feel even more isolated in the way she sees the world. Her quest at this stage in her life is to understand the world as best she can from observation and curiosity. At home she frequently took trips on the PATH to go to New York, and starting in high school she got a bike that could transport her to many medium distance places in North Jersey. But because her family was poor, they could not afford a car, so Elisa did not have a driver's license. That was okay for her though, because she was content with the current situation. For Elisa, life is hard, but the joyful moments make it worth living. As a practicing and believing Catholic, Elisa was well versed on the acts that should be avoided to prevent sin. She was not naïve to the nature of sex, but rather discouraged from participating in anything too promiscuous. Her mother had taught her about it when she was 9 in anticipation of menstruation, and since then she has read quite a bit on the topic and understands human nature when it comes to sexual matters. She has been catcalled or stared at more times than she could count while in public, and while these definitely bother her, she has not been protruded from participating in activities she loves because of it. However, as much as she understands sex from a knowledge standpoint, Elisa is rather unpracticed when it comes to understanding her own sexuality. In high school she also participated in an activity called drum and bugle corps or "drum corps" for short, and while there she had to get used to the idea of communal showers. Being naked in the presence of other girls her age was something she was used to and could tolerate, and as a result she was very comfortable in her own body. There she also discovered that she is mostly straight with perhaps a slight curiosity towards women. But her alone time is limited at her house, and because of the religious nature of her household, she does not want to risk anything about her sexuality being found out by her parents. The only time she ever gets time to herself is in the bathroom because her bedroom is shared with her sister, and she has a habit of taking long showers for the purpose of getting herself off. She knows of at least one fetish of hers, that being omorashi and pee holding. Though she has done it herself a few times, she finds herself most turned on when she sees guys struggle to hold it. It is this that gets her off half the time, whether she is reading or watching erotic material on her phone in the bathroom or just in the shower playing. However, she has not yet had a boyfriend, she has not yet seen a guy naked, and she has not often gone to any parties with people her age. Her parents seldom had to worry about Elisa's doings outside the house due to her Asperger's making many of the risky activities unappealing. Elisa hoped to change some of this at college though. She hoped to get a boyfriend, though she didn't want to force it, rather have it happen organically instead. She also hoped to see a guy naked at some point and/or attend a party of some sort, not to be risky with herself, but instead to observe. This really was a new stage in her life. Elisa had just enrolled in a small-ish liberal arts college in upstate New York near the Adirondacks (this is no particular real life school, I'm basing the school size off my own but I don't want to reveal where I am enrolled, so I picked the Adirondacks because the setting feels right). She got in on scholarships, both for her intellect and her status as the first in the family to attend college. The first week of classes have gone well so far, and the weekend has finally arrived. Elisa spent most of Saturday playing games and watching TV with her roommate, Jordyn. Her roommate and she also did some homework, but after a while they had both gotten tired and decided to move onto TV. This first week, Elisa had discovered that the fitness center was open 24 hours. One simply needed to tap their card and they were allowed in. The same was also true for the pool, however you needed to prove your ability to swim in order to go in without a lifeguard. (There was a multi campus lifeguard standby program so that appropriate lifeguards could be notified if the cameras showed something in which someone needed to intervene. If it was required, there was a button that could drain the entire pool at a high flow rate to provide air to any drowning victims. There was also a breathalyzer that would lock access to any inebriated students). Elisa took the test on Thursday and she now has swipe access to the pool for 24 hours. She found that exercising at night was the best way for her to be active and blow off steam. Fewer people were working out at midnight, making any semblance of social anxiety rest easy on her. She would typically arrive to the gym at 11:30, run on the treadmill for 20 minutes, do weights for 15 minutes, then go to the locker room, change into her swimsuit, use the pool for 15 minutes, come back to the locker room, shower, change into her pajamas, and head back to her dorm to go to bed. She had worked out every day this week except Wednesday, and she used the pool on Thursday and Friday. Her routine was beginning to set itself in and she was starting to get used to the schedule. It was 11:20 on Saturday when Elisa got ready to go to the gym. She got changed into her workout clothes (a purple tank top, white sports bra, gray yoga pants that cut off at the thigh as well as neon yellow spandex boy shorts underneath), and was about to say bye to Jordyn until she realized Jordyn was passed out watching TV in the lounge. Elisa walked by Jordyn, out the door, and over to the fitness center. She was carrying her bag with her swimsuit and pajamas, as well as her large water bottle. Her towel and shower supplies she kept in a locker at the fitness center. On her way over to the gym, she heard lots of voices and screaming all around her. It was yet another party night on campus, and although Elisa was curious, she persisted to the gym. She arrived to the locker room and dropped off all her nonessential items for working out. She realized she needed to pee but then a thought occurred to her: she hadn't indulged herself at all since arriving to campus, mostly because she was rarely ever alone. Perhaps she could play a game with herself and hold her pee as long as she could while working out so that she could release some sexual libido before heading back to her dorm. Consequently, that's what Elisa decided to do. She laid all of her belongings in her locker except for her water bottle, phone, earbuds, and face towel and walked out of the locker room toward the gym. Elisa drank about a third of a 1.5 liter bottle before she started running on the treadmill. 5 minutes in she started getting cramps and realized that she really should have stretched if she were to drink that much. Cramps aside, she made it through all 20 minutes and began to feel a slight twinge in her bladder. The gym was fairly sparse with only about 10 people working out, so there was no need to wait for any equipment. Elisa drank another 300mL or so before starting her quick weight routine. She did her biceps and shoulders with moderately heavy dumbbells (for her size and gender), and then moved onto the tricep machine. Elisa drank another 200mL before the triceps, followed by another 200mL after. It helped that her body needed the water, so it was absorbed into her system quickly preventing bloating and other discomfort. Elisa usually finished her gym portion after the triceps, but because she was feeling so mischievous and because her bladder was starting to give her warning signs, she fathomed another idea: she would do a few reps of the seated knee raise machine to challenge herself. Elisa walked over to the machine, set the weight at the right level and began the reps. Around the 7th or 8th rep she felt another twinge in her urethra that lasted a few seconds. She could feel the fluids building up and the pleasure mounting. As she raised her knees on the 8th rep she shivered and shuddered as her need to pee was ringing the doorbell in her brain. On her tenth and final rep, she let out a soft moan, uncharacteristic for her as she tends to be quite quiet in public, before finally relaxing. She didn't need to go so bad that she was in danger of spurting, but the experience was scary and exhilarating nonetheless. It wouldn't exactly be accurate to say Elisa was dry either, as the garments that covered her nether regions were already fairly damp from sweat since the treadmill. But perhaps her boys gotta were slightly damper because of the juices that may have escaped as her labia parted and lubricated itself. After her indulgence with the leg raising machine, Elisa was ready to return to her locker to prepare for the short swim. On the way over, she finished her final 300mL and refilled the water bottle. She was thinking about how excited and antsy she felt about what she was doing, being in public was especially energizing. She passed a guy who was walking into the gym and couldn't help but bite her lip at the small protruberance visible in his black running shorts. She had never seen a bare penis before except in images and some rated R movies, but she was yet inclined to lay her own eyes on a real one. Wouldn't it be something if I could catch one while I was here today. What if I were to walk into the locker room and see a guy just standing there playing with it? Elisa thought to herself. Alas, this fantasy lived up to its designation as a fantasy, and she arrived to an empty women's locker room as usual. Usual, however, was the baritone audiation emanating from the right side of the locker room, where the toilets and showers were. She realized that she could hear any conversation coming from the men's side, and the their toilets were likely opposite the women's as the conversation seemed to be more of an echo. Elisa discovered the vent in the wall that carried the sound she out her ear up to it and listened in. "Yo, you ready?" said one guy. "Nah man, Imma take a piss first. Them white claws gotta come out one way o 'nother, and I ain't be barfin' today" said the other. Elisa noticed that the end of this clause seemed slightly louder than the beginning, indicating that it was directed closer to her. "Aight man, 'll see ya inside" the first replied. Elisa heard a door creak and some footsteps walk toward her. The vent she was at was in the southeast corner of the room if north were the direction you face when you walk in. She heard some nasal breathing near the east side of the women's room, the west side of the men's. She then heard the soft patter of the guys pee in the nearby urinal. It then coalesced into a solid tone indicative of a stream. Elisa couldnt ignore the urge to touch herself, and began to rub her damp yoga pants. Her need to pee was also slightly heightened, but not yet to the point of bursting. The stream in the urinal dragged on and Elisa kept rubbing herself through the fabric, feeling the pleasure of hearing a guy pee this close. The stream kept going and a small spurt escaped Elisa. She had trouble convincing herself not to continue the pleasurable feelings, but finally the stream tapered and Elisa calmed down. She then heard footsteps walk away and the door creak open and shut again. Ew, thought Elisa, if you're going to be that hot you should at least be hygienic about it. She inspected the squirt both visually and with her nose, and decided that she better get to the pool before she bursts and ruins her fun. Elisa removed her sneakers and socks and walked over to her locker, ready to begin her final exercise before sexual ecstasy. ____ Sorry to leave it here, I intended to stop at a slightly different point but my hands are getting cold from typing and I want to have something posted before I continue so I can get some feedback. Let me know what you think!

Anyone here got this video before it got deleted? The video title was "japanese girls suffer in the toilet" it has a lot of part and I was looking specifically where this girl appear.

So a little backstory. My and my girlfriend (I will not name names) have been together for a few years now. She know about my pee fetish but we have never done anything to that extent. Anyways, we don’t live together (as housing is very expensive in California) so most of the week she stays with me at my parents house. Anyways onto the story. So we often, on weekends, we drink alcohol and talk about current events and work. Well on this particular night we had gone a little hard and drank quite a bit. We both fell asleep around 11:30 (I think) and I was woken up at around 1:30 to my girlfriend squirming and stirring about. She was in a black tank top with no bra, and my Nike light grey sweat pants. As I awoke and noticed that she was struggling and as reality came back to me, I noticed that she needed to pee. I lay there with my eyes open just listening to her squirm and wiggle about. Suddenly she springs up, eyes still half closed and mumbling word incoherently. Then, the gets up off the bed and walks to my gaining chair. She proceeds to pull the chair out and sit down on it with her elbows on her knees and her hands under her chin. After 2 or 3 loud sighs you could hear a faint hiss. That’s when I realized, she was wetting herself in the chair. After 5 seconds or so the faint hiss turned into a roar as she leaned back and let her bladder empty into my sweats and the seat. The pee pooled under her bottom until the chair couldn’t take it anymore and it overflowed onto my carpet. After about a minute of straight hissing, it slowly turned to a trickle. I laid in my bed in awe, full erection and about to explode for arousal, watching as she empties her bladder. Once she is done she gets up, strips her clothes and come back to bed. I took the time to then get out of bed, sit in her puddle of naughtyness and pleasure myself. To sit in her warm, wet, mess was too much for me to handle. I came twice in 10 minutes and then proceeded to clean up. It was a good night and we both ended up sleeping like babies.

Has anyone seen this scene from total drama island where izzy goes in a pool? Not sure if it’s too much for tv cause she’s on screen there at 10:50. Could someone maybe rip it or post? Also there’s other times like that in td and fresh tv shows like in stoked Emma has a long desperate scene and you hear her when she gets to a bathroom. Maybe list other scenes to? Someone working there has to be into it lol

The bright sun shone above Cassidy as she pulled into a parking spot. Her new Honda was an 18th birthday present from her parents, and she had treated it well over the year it had been her's. Cassidy locked the car after grabbing her water bottle and stepping out. She was dressed in a salmon athletic top with matching leggings. Taking a sip from her bottle, she headed toward the large grey building that housed her local gym. Cassidy was very conscious of how she looked. Four years of high school could do that to a person. She had been coming to this gym specifically for about a year and a half, and knew every inch of it. She pulled open the door and was greeted by the scent of disinfectant. It wasn't the best aroma, but it could definitely be worse. Stretching out her leg muscles Cassidy walked to the bathroom. It was a habit of hers to use the restroom before engaging in any physical activity. She had seen too many videos online of women wetting themselves while lifting or doing something of the sort. Cassidy did not want to become the next viral sensation. Entering the locker room that housed the toilets, Cassidy noticed a big yellow wet floor sign. She peered around the corner to see that the floor of the bathroom was almost totally flooded. A staff member was struggling to try to mop the sopping floor, with little success. "Sorry, we've had a leak." said the staff person. "A pipe burst". "Oh! No problem!" Cassidy said cheerfully. She was only slightly concerned as she didn't really have to go anyway. It was more of a precaution than anything. Exiting the locker room, Cassidy headed into the main gym area to begin her work out. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alison looked behind her to see a girl dressed in all pink exiting the bathroom biting her lip. It wasn't the first time she had seen someone exiting the flooded bathroom looking concerned. Thinking back, Alison counted three other girls that had been turned away from the bathroom. Alison herself hadn't been inside, but still knew that there was no way that the restrooms would be fit for use until tomorrow at the earliest. Stepping off of the treadmill she had been using, Alison wiped her brow and took a big drink of water. She was perspiring heavily and was thankful for her choice of gray gym shorts over the leggings that she was originally going to wear. Alison took a quick break, scanning the complex. She pulled a strand of her long brown hair from her eyes as she looked around. She quickly was able to spot the other three girls she had seen attempt to enter the bathroom earlier. Two of them stood side by side next to a weight rack. One was taller than the other and had blond hair that flowed down her back in waves. She wore grey leggings that complemented her toned lower body. Her top looked to bear the logo of some college Alison had never heard of. It was bright red with a dragon on the back. The shorter of the two stood next to the tall blond. Her black hair matched the leggings she was wearing. Her hair was shorter, but still longer than Alison's which sat about mid way down her back. The girl's hair was pulled up into a ponytail in an attempt to keep it out of her eyes. As the two girls chatted, Alison couldn't help but notice the tall one shifting around frequently. She glanced back at the locker room before turning around once again. The third girl took Alison a little longer to find. She was in the corner of the gym using the leg press machine. Her face was facing Alison and she could clearly see the effort the girl was putting into her exercise. The effort had obviously paid off. As the girl stood up Alison could see that she was gorgeous. She had a supermodel body, and her dirty blond hair looked silky smooth. She had a tan complexion, and walked with a rare confidence. Alison could see no signs of desperation from the girl, even though she had been there the longest. Her rest up, Alison turned back to the treadmill. She turned the machine on and began to run. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Skyla looked down at her green leggings and forced her thighs to stop shaking. She had just finished up with the leg press and was about to move on, but the moment she stood up she had felt a drop of pee hit her underwear. Skyla had needed to pee for what had felt like forever. She had arrived at the gym almost an hour ago and had needed to go then. She tried not to let the desperation show, but she was having a harder time keeping the worried expression of her face as time went on. She pulled back her dirty blond hair into a ponytail and took a look at herself in the mirror. She smiled. Skyla's body was her temple. She had been working out for years, and it showed. Her tan skin was damp with sweat, but she still was satisfied with her appearance. An ache from her bladder brought her back to the problem at hand. Skyla didn't have many options; she could continue her workout like nothing was wrong but she didn't know how long she could keep up the facade. The other option was to leave and go home. Skyla lived about ten miles from the gym, but felt that the drive was worth it. Skyla fought with her indecision before she finally decided on a course of action. She would stay at the gym for now. If things got really bad, she could always go home then. Smiling, Skyla walked down the row of exercise equipment and found her next machine. On the way there she noticed two girls standing by a weight rack. Maybe it was just because she was dealing with her own bodily struggles, but Skyla swore that the taller of the two had to pee also. Shrugging, Skyla sat down determined to hold on for as long as possible. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Jasmine was in trouble. She didn't know what to do. She desperately needed to pee, and there were no available places to do so. Her friend Angela looked at her sympathetically. Jasmine and Angela had been friends for a while now. They liked to spend time together whether at school, home, or the gym. Jasmine had made Angela well aware of her current predicament. It was not the first time one or both of them had been on the verge of an accident while they were in each other's company. Her grey leggings would do nothing to hide an accident if worse came to worst. Jasmine felt a leak hit the lining of her panties. She stood up straight as a board, dropping the weight she was holding. It made a metallic clang as it hit the floor, and Jasmine looked around sheepishly. Nobody had seemed to notice. Looking urgently at Angela, Jasmine grabbed her arm and started dragging her away from the rack. "Where are we going?" asked Angela in alarm. "We're going to my car and then I'm driving home so I can use the bathroom" came Jasmine's reply. "That bad huh?" Her concerned friend asked. Jasmine responded with a curt nod, and Angela followed with no further protest. Truth be told, Angla also had to use the restroom, and would not complain about finding relief as soon as possible. The two girls walked briskly to Jasmine's car. there they paused for only a brief moment for Jasmine to pull the keys out of her pocket and unlock the doors. "Can you drive?" Jasmine asked." I kinda have other things to worry about". "Of course" said Angela as she hopped in the car. She hadn't realized her friend's need was so dire. She started to wonder if they would make it home in time for Jasmine to end the day with dry pants. Angela quickly put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot into the road. She drove down the street going just over the speed limit before hitting the highway. There she pushed the pedal down farther and began the nad dash toward home. After about ten minutes of silent travel, Jasmine let out a small gasp from the passenger's seat. She had leaked again. A small stain about the size of a grape had appeared on her leggings. It was now or never. She was on the verge of a full scale accident. "Pull over!" She shouted. "What?" came Angela's confused reply. "Pull over I'm about to pee myself!" Jasmine shouted. Quickly, Anglea looked for a secluded area to pull over. They had just gotten off the highway and were rapidly approaching residential area. Scanning her surroundings Angela found a promising spot. she leaned into a sharp right turn and pulled into an empty parking lot. An abandoned shopping mall sat on the far side of the lot, its windows dark. Jasmine held on for dear life. She felt her bladder loosen and knew it was almost the end. The car hit a bump and she began to lose it. A small trickle of pee began spilling out of her overfilled bladder. The car stopped a moment later. Jasmine fumbled with the door handle, her pants slowly getting wetter. She finally wrenched open the door and nearly threw herself from the car. Angekla could see a dark stain forming on the rear of Jasmine’s pants as she stumbled out of the car. Now peeing full force Jasmine attempted to pull her pants down as fast as possible. After a few perilous seconds, she managed to get undressed. Squatting low to the pavement she emptied the remaining contents of her bladder onto the pavement below. As her stream finally died down Jasmine looked around to survey the damage. A large puddle had formed under her feet, and the edges of her shoes were damp with pee. Blushing she stood up. As she pulled up her pants she grimaced. She had not been spared by the pit stop. She could feel that her ass was almost completely soaked, and there were streaks a few inches long traveling down the inside of her thighs. It would be clear to anyone that she had had an accident. Jasmine groaned it wasn't the first time, adn probably wouldn't be the last. Meanwhile in the car Angela was squirming in her seat. she had not meant to look, but watching Jasmine was like a car accident, you just couldn't look. away. It had done her bladder no favors however. her need had increased tenfold from watching Jasmine, and she was now on the verge of an accident herself. Jasmine climbed back into the car. "You okay Angie?" "Not really. Let's just say you might not be the only one to pee yourself today". They continued their drive insilence. The girls were only a block away from Jasmine's house when disaster struck. They hit a red light. Angela's hands shot to the crotch of her black leggings as she shifted back and forth. Her bladder yearned for relief and Angela was half willing to give it. Why not? she thought. It's not like Jasmine could judge me for it. This moment's indecision was enough to send Angela over the edge and she felt the flood gates open. She squealed as she started to pee. The crotch of her leggings grew warm in an instant. She was frozen in place as she helplessly peed into her underwear. She felt the warm liquid begint to travel down in the seat, pooling around her rear. Two streams began to fall off of the seat onto the floor of the car. An audible hiss filled the air as Angela emptied her bursting bladder. She felt drained, both mentaly and physically. She sat at the light for a few seconds longer before Jasmine told her it was green. The girls slowly pulled into Jasmine's driveway. "I'm sorry about making a mess in your car" Angela said quietly. "Don't worry about it. If it wasn't for you I would have done the same." The two girls smiled and looked at each other before heading inside to get cleaned up and changed. ————————————————————— Back at the gym, Cassidy and Skyla were both in similar situations. Skyla has reached her breaking point and if it wasn’t for her stubbornness she would have left already. She had been telling herself that she could wait until she was done with her workout to go. This montra was coming closer and closer to being false every minute. She could see her bulging bladder through the waistband of her green leggings. Her desperation was reaching a limit, and her bladder would empty itself soon, whether Skyla wanted it to or not. Across the gym, unaware of Skyla’s predicament, Cassidy was facing the same problem. Her need to pee had also grown exponentially. She had thrown herself into her workout In an attempt to put the need out of her mind. Although this approach had worked for a while, it was not as effective anymore. Cassidy felt as if she were about to explode. She had already emptied her water bottle earlier without thinking of the consequences. Now she was paying the price. Just a little more she thought. After this set I’ll go home and use the bathroom. Having made a mental pact with herself, Cassidy felt much better. She would just finish this set, and then she would be free. Turning back to the leg press machine, She got ready to start. With a grunt she heaved the heavy plate upward before letting it fall slowly down. She repeated this action a few more times, each time thinking of how close she was to relive. Cassidy’s bladder was not content to wait however. On one of her final reps, Cassidy strained with the effort of pushing the plate up and felt her hold falter. She was in no position to prevent the upcoming accident. Cassidy was forced to stay still as a long jet of pee shot into her salmon colored leggings. Cassidy gasped and let the plate drop. She quickly shot up and inspected the damage. She was horrified to see a small wet spot on her pants. The strange part was that she didn’t feel as desperate anymore. She considered her options and decided that since she only had one rep left in the set she would finish it up and then go home. This would prove to be her fatal mistake. As Cassidy pushed the plat up once more, her bladder gave up for good. Under the strain of the exercise, Cassidy was unable to contrail her body. Warm pee shot into her pants as she began to wet herself. She was frozen in place. As she watched her leggings turn a dark shade as urine splashed against her legs. In her elevated position, the pee slid down her ass, pouring in rivers off her body onto the ground. The seat of the machine was soaked, and the floor was forming a puddle. Acting mostly on instinct. Cassidy shot to her feet still peeing, and sprinted as fast as she could in the direction of the door, Tears clouded her vision as she ran out into the parking lot. She could still feel the excess pee running down the inside of her thighs. Without a second’s hesitation, Cassidy hopped in the driver's seat and speed off towards her house. Her worst dream had been realized. She vowed that there was no way she would ever go back to that gym as long as she lived. ————————————————————— Skyla stares In horror at Cassidy’s back as she sprinted out of the gym. She had just seen a grown woman wet her pants. She was astonished, and with several patrons, stood staring in the vague direction of the accident. Skyla suddenly realized that she should take this incident as a warning. She could end up just like that if she wasn’t careful. Quickly, Skyla grabbed her bag and headed to the door. She grabbed the handle and left. Breathing a sigh of relief, Skyla looked around for her car. Suddenly, she realized that she didn’t drive to the gym. She had taken the bus. Groaning, Skyla raced around the corner to the bus stop. She was just in time to see the bus pull into the street and drive away. She ran to the stop and looked at the sign. It said the buses are 30 minutes apart. This news was nearly too much for Skyla. She felt her bladder spasm and her hands shot in between her legs in an attempt to stop any potential leaks. Skyla composed herself and sat down on a bench next to the bus stop. She was okay, she thought. I can wait 30 minutes. I’ll be fine. Fifteen minutes had passed and Skyla was certainly not fine. She was bouncing up and down constantly. Her hands were permanently lodged in between her thighs. She was minutes maybe seconds away from an accident. After another five minutes of waiting the inevitable came to pass. It started with a small leak. A second long stream of pee turned into something more. Every ten seconds more urine flooded Skyla’s leggings. Eventually Skyla gave in. She leaned her head back and let go. Warm liquid rushed into her green leggings. She stood up and felt the pee run down the inside of her thighs. It wound around her legs hitting the back of her calves before pooling on the ground. Skyla let out a moan of relief and let the warm sensation take her away. When Skyla finally stopped peeing, the entirety of her legs were soaked. She looked down to see that most of her olive green leggings had turned a few shades darker. It was the first time Skyla had ever wet herself. She felt strange. She was both shameful and relieved at the same time. Before Skyla had a chance to really dive into her feelings she saw the bus pull around the corner. She grimaced as she thought of all the people that would bear witness to her accident. Quickly she darted to the back and sat down hoping that she had remained unseen. Skyla settled back into her seat and waited until the bus began to move. It felt like no time before the bus had reached her stop. Gingerly, she stood before walking briskly off the vehicle. She walked for about another block before coming to her house. She let herself in with the key in her bag. And went straight to the bathroom. She definitely needed a shower, and then a nap. She had had a long day ————————————————————— Alison had now seen all of the girls leave the building with various stages of dry pants. She could only imagine what had happened outside. She assumed that there had been more than a few accidents. It was now her time to go home. She packed up her bag, said goodbye to the staff, and left. Alison hopped into her card and drove home. On the way there she felt a familiar sensation in her lower body. She smiled. Ever since Alison was in high school, she had loved the feel of wetting her pants. There was nothing like the warmth of the pee running down her legs. It was one of her favorite activities. Seeing three desperate girls and even one accident. It was almost more than she could take. As soon as she pulled into her driveway, Alison jumped out of her car. She nearly ran into the house in her excitement. She sprinted upstairs and dove onto her bed. Sitting up on her knees Alison began to release. The pee poured out of her bladder, quickly soaking the crotch of her grey shorts. A stain formed in no time at all and soon a stream was pouring onto her bed. Her thighs were soaked as rivers of warmth ran down her legs coalescing in a single puddle on her bed located directly under her legs. Alison was In ecstasy. She felt incredible. After her stream died down she collapsed onto her mattress. After taking a few minutes to cool off, she got up and took off her soiled clothes. Moving into the laundry room, she dropped them into a hamper. After taking a hot shower, she collapsed back onto the bed and was instantly on the verge of sleep. She couldn’t wait to do it again tomorrow.

So... it’s April and it’s 80 degrees outside. I don’t like that, so you know what I’m going to do (as you can probably guess from the title); I’m going to write about snow. And what better way to write about it then with wetting involved. Enjoy! Grace fastened a belt around her puffy snow pants and put on her pink snow jacket. It was the first snowfall of the year and she couldn’t miss the excitement of building her first ever igloo with her friend Lauren. Out in the Midwest the weather in January always permitted for long lasting packed snowfall. This time they were supposed to get 16 inches. This meant that building an igloo would be no issue at all. “Don’t forget our hot cocoa Grace!” Lauren exclaimed while holding out a large cup filled with the steamy goodness of chocolate. She smiled and the two strolled outside. As the two set up the building plan Grace found herself chugging away at the hot cocoa more often then not. By five minutes in she had nearly finished half of it and was feeling more thirsty then before. She decided to just finish it right away so she could get some extra water and supplies from inside. She came out with a shovel and some more water and the two proceeded to build their igloo. Midway through Grace noticed she had to pee, and it wasn’t just a mild need either, the belt pushing against her bladder exercised her need even more and she found it hard to concentrate. “Hey Lauren I-“ she was cut off quickly by her friend. ”Notice that the Igloo is off centered. Yeah, I notice it too. We gotta fix it.” Grace frowned. ”Yeah what do you think we need to do?” ”We need more stuff from the shed.” ”Ok, I’ll go with you.” While the two walked towards the shed Grace noticed her friend start to visibly shake. Was she having the same problem as her? It truly was a mystery. They arrived at the shed and grabbed the necessary materials and headed for the door. All of a sudden they hard a crashing sound. Grace reached for the door, it wouldn’t budge. “Oh god the doors stuck.” Lauren laughed. “Oh come on it can’t be that bad.” She reached for the handle and pulled on it and then pulled on it again, and again. She didn’t have any luck. “Well, we are stuck.” ”My parents won’t be back for another two hours and this snow sure the hell isn’t going away anytime soon.” ”What do we do now?” Lauren started to dance around. ”Well we can try pushing.” ”Good idea.” The two lined themselves up on either side of the door and pushed with all their might, nothing. “Got any other bright ideas?” ”Ummmm, no.” Lauren’s dancing around made Grace come to the realization of her need to pee as well as she started to fidget. “Hey Lauren, do you um, need to pee?” Lauren’s face was one of shock and disbelief. “Yes yes yes how didn’t you notice?!” ”Well I’ve kinda needed to go too and I found it hard to believe.” ”Well I’m literally about to piss my pants this is getting so bad. I hope somehow your parents get here early.” ”Yeah, me too.” The two sat there trying to pass the time recounting old memories and it worked: for 30 minutes. Lauren at that point was visibly in pain and was shaking and stepping back and forth. Grace started to follow her as her bladder bulged onto her belt. The time passed on with the two trying to forget the dire situation they were in. Around 15 minutes later Lauren stood up. ”Listen Grace, I know we are best friends and all but I’m going to piss myself right here and now and I want you to promise me you’ll never tell anyone this happened.” ”Right here?” ”Yeah I really can’t stand to hold it anymore I’m going.” ”Ok, I promise.” Lauren took a deep breath. “Alright I’m letting go now.” Right away the faint sound of a hiss sounded off in Lauren’s nether regions and soon turned into a gushing sound. Surprisingly to Grace and Lauren no puddle started to form at Lauren’s feet yet as the thick snow pants absorbed most of the initial damage. It wasn’t until about 30 seconds in that a puddle started to form at her feet. Lauren’s face was one of Euphoria and relief as she continued to pee through her snow pants onto the hard wood floor. It wasn’t until about two minutes that she finished. She smiled and took a seat back down in her own puddle. “Oh my god Grace you have to try this it feels so goood.” Grace looked at her friend puzzled as to question if she actually just asked her to pee herself. “You really mean it?” ”Literally girl it feels amazing especially in this cold weather. I’m sure you’ll love it!” Grace wasn’t too sure. ”I think I’ll wait it out.” Her friend looked disappointed. ”You’re too shy.” About 30 minutes later Grace was at her limit. Her stomach bulged and her bladder extended so far she thought her belt would snap. She was thinking about what her friend said. Would she really like it? She knew the only way to know was if she tried. She decided. “Lauren, I’m going to do it.” ”You are finally caving in huh?” ”Yeah.” ”Then let’s do it.” Grace stood up and spread her legs. She let go. At first she couldn’t get a flow going but then almost at once spurts of pee started flowing into her underwear. Seconds later spurts turned into streams and then into a faucet being shot out at high velocity. The feeling was exhilarating and Grace started to moan with pleasure with her friend excitedly looking on. The puddle at her feet almost didn’t form at all as the snow pants caught most of it. When she finished she too sat in her own mess. She felt dirty and awesome. Lauren smiled at her. ”How was it?” ”Amazing.” ”I told you.” The end Hope everyone enjoyed and I may extend on this I’m not sure.

For some reason i went by bus to a small town, about 100 km ( 1 1/2 hours to go) from my home. Later at afternoon, i was on the way to the bus station. The bus station was on the outskirts, there were low bushes at one side and grass behind the little building. The station looked like a little house, but there were just 3 walls and a roof. There were no people’s around and nobody was waiting, except a young girl from about 18 years. She did not see me coming but i could see her and i could see that she was a little bit twitchy, she did not stand still for even 10 seconds. She crossed her legs, bended over, looked at her watch, went behind the little house and was coming forth after seconds. I was sure that she was needing to wee and that she was searching for a place to go. Again she looked at her watch, then she pressed both hands between her thighs and went again on this side of the station house where the low bushes were. I did absolutely know what she wanted to do there and walked faster, with the hope to see her squatting. I think that she could hear my footsteps, because as i looked around the corner, she was standing with her skirt still lifted up, but her panties up again. I could see just a little spot on the ground, i think that she weed just a few seconds and she pulled her panties up before she could stop to wee, because her little panties were wet between her thighs. She looked at me and i thought that she would be angry because i did look around the corner, but she was not, she smiled shy and said “i am sorry.” ”You don’t have to be sorry, what must to be, that must be,” i said with a soft voice and smiled back. The bus was coming some minutes later and we did both get in and did take a seat opposite of us. It was totally exciting for me to sit in opposite from a young girl and to know that her panties are wet between her thighs and that her pussy was wet from wee, because she did not wipe it. To see that she did just pee a few drops and to imagine that her bladder was still full, was extra exciting for me. She was not able to hide her need and she did not hide it. She did let me watch her fight against her urge and against her full bladder. ”You need to go again?” I asked, like i would have been worried. “No, not again, i am still needing to go , i did not wee, because you was coming at the moment as i wanted to start. My bladder is full to burst!!” she answered calm. ”Now it’s me who has to say i am sorry.” I said. “Oh no, it is absolutely my fault, i should not have drank that much and I should have gone to the toilet before i left the coffee shop, my bladder was already full to that time, now i have to suffer, for to be silly, it’s my fault .” she answered. I thought to myself, that this journey could last for hours, as she started to massage her swollen bladder. “It hurts so much, that is so painful, i can hear the angels singing, from needing to wee so bad!”she said. That girl made me horny like hell, her bladder was visible bulging and she told me every few minutes how bad she would need to go and how painful it is to hold so much wee inside her. I told her that i was sorry that she had to suffer so much bladder pain, but in reality i loved every second of this situation. ” I am so near to do it, so near to wet my panties.” she said and pressed both hands between her thighs. I thought that she would not have to wet her panties, because her panties were already wet. As we arrived at the main bus terminal we were waiting inside the bus until the driver opened the door. She was standing, or better bended over, because she could not stand straight anymore, she had both hands between her thighs and her legs tight crossed. ”My bladder will burst if he don’t open the door at the next moment .” she said and putted her head on my shoulder. The door opens, she walked slowly, with nearly crossed legs in direction terminal. “I wish you luck and that the toilet is not to far away for you.” i said and in reality i wished that she would wee in her panties in front of me. I would have loved to go with her to the toilet and to watch her peeing, or least wise to hear, how long and how hard and powerful she would piss.

**Author note** Hello! I really want to write a story by my own! I have a few base ideas for a few chaps yet. I planned this as an, by now, endless story. Beside my ideas and my motivation i try to add a new chapter weekly! »Most important - English isn’t my native language! I, of course, try to do my best with grammer and hope its readable anyways. Feel free to give me feedback that I can improve my writing skills and the story itself. Also – It’s my first story i ever write. I’m sure I will need my time to get into writing and also getting better in the language itself which I want to learn better beside I write the story. Maybe I will write the full story in the future again to make it more comfortable to read but for now – here’s the begin! A princess’s story »Prologue Dalaria, the name of the princess who was known for her gentle and kind personality, a lovable young lady. Most of the villagers adore her, the full royal family as well. The people was satisfied with the royal family, they could live a good life, even with a simple job. The royal family care for the kingdom and want the best for the village and the people who live here. Because of that people was very loyal to the highest family. They trusted them in their rules, well known that they wanted the best for the land. - Dalaria was 20 years old, grown to an beautiful young woman over the years. She has shining orange eyes and red curly hair which went to her shoulders. The red dresses that she choose fits perfect to the rest of her colors. Her parents managed the most of the stuff but by time to time Dalaria got more tasks to do. The princess was okay with that, she knew one day she had to manage all of this by her own which feared her a bit. It was so much responsibility! Plus she didn’t have someone on her side yet. For her parents it was important that she can choose her man on her own. They didn’t want to rush her with an relationship as well. The King and the Queen cared very well for their daughter even they was strict most of the time. - The young woman also had an personal maid, her name was Eilia. She was a few years on her side now, they got close friends by the time. Dalaria told her much of her secrets that nobody else knew. Especially her biggest secret she ever had. Eilia sometimes worried that she get herself in trouble with it. To the other hand she’s fine with it and took all of the requests Dalaria needed for her secret hobby. Request like this was to serve a lot of liquid like tea or water. That was all the princess needed for it. Since Dalaria was a young child she enjoyed holding stuff. Her parents denied to leave an event to visit the restrooms or other important events. She was forced to hold her need and by the time she begin to like the feeling and do it for her enjoyment. She really was into this, do her kink by every chance she get. But she can’t live her hobby as she would like to. She have to use the restrooms when the need overcomes her to not wet herself. She can’t risk this! Because she never was alone in the huge castle the young woman was never be able to get the chance of fully losing control. Her holds was planned very well, the amount she drink and the hours she have to stay before she would be allowed to leave the room to emptied herself. On some days she wanted to hold it back until it came out, no matter how many people would be around her. But the princess was to feared to make this fantasies real ... ...

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Reasons she couldn’t go: Locked door Ishami stepped out her Audi with an air of authority about her. As personnel manager she was used to being obeyed and took control easily. Smart, professional, focussed and pig minded she was equally hated and respected by those she worked with. She walking into the unfamiliar building as if she owned it, creating a presence wherever she went. Ishami coughed impatiently at the young receptionist as she ended a call. ‘Hi, can I help you?’ ‘About time! Yes you CAN help me by letting me through right now! Don’t you know who I am?’ ‘Sorry mam! Do you have your lanyard ID please?’ ‘Oh for goodness sake! Here!’ Isami did at least call back a brief thanks as she pushed open the door and followed the signs for boardroom 1. The hallway was broad and long but Ishami was single minded and pushed down the handle of boardroom 1 and walked in confidently, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She set to work right away setting up her laptop and connecting it to the projector on the table, using the internal phone to book refreshments and jugs of iced water and running through her slides to make sure everything was perfect. Before long the rest of her colleagues arrived, chatting, shaking hands and greeting each other. Ishami had already poured herself a large iced water and had drank half of it before the others arrived and now set about pouring herself some juice as she opened a window slightly to let in some cool air. Ishami called everyone to sit down and started the meeting by welcoming everyone and explaining the agenda which had been sent by email previously and was unfortunately longer than hoped as others had added important discussion points in that last few days. Ever the thorough and strong leader Ishami had allowed the amendments and intended to make everything clear before the meeting ended. She went through the fire arrangements and added that since the room was only booked for three hours and they had a lot to get through that unfortunately there would be no official break but that people could slip out in an emergency. As chair Ishami opened the meeting and preceded to work through every point in the agenda presenting slides, allowing presentations from others and issuing hand out when necessary, all the time sipping water and juice to keep her voice from drying out. Charismatic, enthusiastic and strict Ishami found leading and presenting natural though she did have a tendency to talk more than perhaps necessary. Water, juice and small cakes were consumed freely as everyone paid attention dutifully to both Ishami and anyone else speaking. It wasn’t until over an hour and a half into the meeting that anyone dared slip out and the look from Ishami said it all. Whilst she had verbally said it was ok to do so her mannerism and control very much hinted that it was shunned, thought by two hours in another two had briefly slipped out too and quietly came back in without disturbing the flow. Ishami drew a look of disgust at the latest person to leave though this time with more than a hint of jealousy as she would happily have slipped out herself had it been possible. She looked at the three glasses now empty in front of her and tapped her foot under the large table. Another colleague was giving a regional update and Ishami crossed her ankles under her large chair at the head of the table and tapped her toes on the floor. She longed to cross her legs but with a tight suit dress on and thin flesh tights this wasn’t practical or possible so she did what she could to help her body hold what was an ever growing amount of liquid in her bladder. The last hour of the board meeting dragged in for Ishami who regretted not finding or using the toilets before starting the meeting. She’d been too focussed on getting everything set up perfectly she hadn’t even thought to ask the receptionist where they were though she vaguely recalled perhaps seeing some on the long hallway. Ishami tried drawing the long meeting to a close as her body fought inside her, her fitted dress feeling tight and her vagina wet and throbbing. The only outward sign of her need though being a slight restlessness in her seat and the tapping of her shoes on the floor. ‘And finally any other business?’ Ishami breathed a sigh of relief when after a minutes silence it appeared that nothing more needed discussed and so she summarised the outline of the meeting and assured everyone that minutes would be with them within the week and that she would subsequently be checking on all points raised and actions required. She dismissed the meeting hoping all those in attendance would leave quickly so she could find a ladies. Determined to remain professional she unplugged her laptop from the projector, tidied away her notes and closed and put away her computer. All the while her body pushing, yearning and pleading to be released from the burden of her over full bladder which ached for relief. Normally Ishami hated leaving a board meeting first but today her colleagues were lingering and chatting more than she could bear so she made her apologies and excuses and headed with her bag to find the toilets urgently. Knowing most, if not all, of those in the meeting had used them during the long three hours she had chaired the meeting she assumed they had to be nearby. She scanned every room as her body fought to hold back the flood inside her, taking fast but cautious steps and moving continuously. Finally she found the toilet and pushed the door. Locked. She tried again. Nothing. Then she noticed a fob on the door. Damn it needed a code! She moved from foot to foot on the carpet furiously as her urethra threatened to burst. Just then two colleagues from the meeting came down chatting and laughing. Ishami longed to ask them where they had used the toilet and if they knew the code but felt far too embarrassed having had a go at both during the meeting earlier. She pretended to talk on her phone as they walked past as she continued to pad from foot to foot and squeeze her thighs tightly. The tingling was so strong Ishami longed to hold herself as she bent slightly forward as another urgent wave hit. Then another delegate from the meeting walked towards her, someone Ishami respected and who had a similar work ethic to herself. Ishami bit her lip, feeling her face redden with embarrassment as she quietly mustered the courage to talk to Marcella as she past. ‘Emmm. Marcella, you ummmm don’t happen to know the code for the toilet do you? I noticed you slip out earlier and I was emmm...just wondering?’ ‘Oh wait a minute. I put it somewhere when the receptionist gave me it when I signed in. Did she not give you it too?’ Ishami thought back to how rude she had been to the receptionist and her anger at not being given the toilet code made her frustrated and flustered. ‘Emmm I can’t recall it. If you have it handy that would be great.’ Marcella rummaged through her bag as Ishami tried valiantly to hide how badly she needed to urinate. She had an image to keep up, a professional demeanour, a stance that couldn’t be harmed. Yet the pressure between her legs was now relentless as she pulled one foot over the other and bent forward a little. ‘Sorry Ishami I seem to have lost it. I’m sure reception will let you have it though?’ Marcella walked on leaving Ishami standing outside the locked door sweating. Ishami power walked behind Marcella clenching her teeth and tightening her kegal muscles as much as she possibly could. As she pushed the swing door that lead to reception Ishami could hear the young receptionist once again on the phone. This time she felt it wrong and unfair to interrupt her despite being minutes from peeing herself. The receptionist looked up at Ishami with caution in her eyes but continued talking. Ishami curled her toes in her high heels shoes and shifted from foot to foot, sweating and anxious. The receptionist held two fingers up to signal she would be with Ishami in two minutes as the professional Indian lady paced and looked around frantically for a ladies. Tears formed at the back of Ishami’s eyes as still the receptionist continued her phone call. She took a step nearer the counter and placed a hand on it leaning against it as she tensed every muscle possible. The pressure was now unbearable as a dribble leaked into her lace trim knickers. In absolute desperation Ishami rummaged in her bag for paper and pen and scribbled a note. ‘Do you have the code for the bathroom please. It’s urgent!’ The receptionist looked at the note and smiled sarcastically at Ishami who by now could not even stand still such was her need. After what felt like an eternity she was finally handed a card with the code and Ishami rushed through the swing doors and along the corridor to the toilet as more and more colleagues headed the opposite direction. ‘Did you forget something Ishami?’ But Ishama couldn’t answer. She could hardly dare breathe as she felt more wetness in her knickers as her body could hold back no longer. As she stood outside the bathroom, colleagues looking on in wonder and her hand sweating trying to key in the code a loud whoosh caught the attention of everyone in the corridor as urine gushed down Ishami’s leg soaking her fitted dress, thin flesh tights and splashing in her high heeled shoes. With eyes glued on her Ishami pushed the door open and stood inside leaning back on the closed door frozen in embarrassment as shame. Smart, professional, focussed and pig minded she may be but here she was absolutely drenched in her own warm urine all because she could go to the toilet due to a locked door.

Here's the first part of a story based on an idea and an experience I had some time ago, I hope you all enjoy it! Comments and Constructive Criticism welcome. Client One - Sophie Prologue Sophie had been having an embarrassing problem recently. Among her friends and family, she was known as the iron bladder, the girl who never needed a wee, Miss never tinkle, the list went on. In short, she had probably the biggest and strongest bladder of anyone she’d ever met. She was easily able to outlast anyone who dared to try and out hold her, inevitably sending them all hobbling cross legged and gripping their crotch one after another to the bathroom, while she sat quite comfortably, smirking at them. Usually she’d sit around a while longer, rubbing it in to them that she wasn’t even close to her limit before rising and walking at a normal pace to the bathroom and unleashing a flood so loud and long that the sheer sound of it would cause anyone to think there was either a bath running, or a severely broken pipe somewhere in the building. Indeed, Sophie’s bladder was so large that she would regularly tease her friends and family on car journeys or cinema trips about their inability to last without a bathroom break, much to their annoyance. Recently however, something had changed. One evening, during a night of partying, Sophie had been demonstrating her huge bladder against a group of college boys. As usual, she had beaten them all easily, and as so many of the guys had reached their limit at once, many of them were forced to desperately search for other places to relieve their bursting bladders as the bathroom line was simply too long to handle. Sophie had laughed at their antics till a tear came to her eye, she felt mean laughing at them, but how could anyone not laugh at a group of guys rushing from place to place, often with their hands down their pants, before slowly one by one all stopping and releasing a flood into whatever they had found to serve as their toilet. A sink, a potted plant, a vase and a tree had all been utilised, just to name a few. Eventually, the line to the bathroom had gone down, and Sophie finally made her own visit to it, and unleashed her bladder in such a loud and long fashion that by the time she was done, several of the guys she had beaten before were waiting outside of the bathroom for her to finish, their bladders having been triggered again by her relief. Shortly afterwards, Sophie had returned home and was comfortably laid up in bed feeling very amused with her antics. As she started to drift off to sleep, she felt her bladder twitching, but as she often did, she simply pushed the thought from her mind and fell asleep. When she awoke, she found herself unusually bursting for her morning pee, crossing her long tanned legs tightly to fight the urge, she lazily tried to switch positions and fall back asleep. A few moments later and her need had gotten much worse and she knew sleep was no longer an option. As she stood up from her bed, gravity hit her bladder and hit it hard. Gasping softly, Sophie gripped her vagina hard with one hand, sticking out her large well rounded ass as she went into a half squat. Sophie panicked a little when this didn’t help, and squeezed harder, biting her knuckles on her free hand softly as her rear end waggled from side to side alluringly. Finally the surge of desperation abated, and Sophie quickly hurried to the bathroom, her hand still squeezing at her crotch as she walked. Reaching the bathroom door, Sophie could almost feel the relief she was about to get when she was able to take her seat on the throne, with her usual smirk on her face, Sophie opened the door. The smirk quickly fell away however, when before her she saw her sister Emily sat quite comfortably on the toilet, weeing away. ‘Occupied!’ Screeched Emily as she jumped in shock, her flow cutting off suddenly. Sophie started to dance on the spot, her legs twisting and crossing as her hands grabbed at herself, ‘Oh gosh, Emily please hurry!’ As she recovered from her surprise, Emily had a wicked smile on her face, ‘Why, something wrong? Is the great iron bladder finally ready to spring a leak? Miss never tinkle finally ready to go?’ ‘Yes!’ Sophie replied, squatting further down in desperation at each joke from Emily. Emily laughed, ‘Well what is it you normally tell everyone else? You’ll just have to wait until I’m done…’ Sophie groaned in bladder bursting agony as Emily started to very slowly pee again, the sound was driving her crazy, she couldn’t cross her legs tight enough, grabbing her vagina was doing nothing and her bladder was threatening to explode any second, she had no choice. She sprinted downstairs, out of the backdoor, into the garden and there behind a bush that was nowhere near big enough to hide her shapely bottom, she did the very thing she had so heavily laughed at the college boys from the night before. She relieved herself somewhere other than a toilet. And that’s how it was for Sophie for that entire week, her once huge mighty bladder, seemed to have been replaced by a tiny weak thing that could barely hold at all. She hated it, but her friends and family loved it, all taking their turn to get their revenge on her. By the end of the week she seemed resigned to this being her fate now, until one day she came across an advert on her computer, ‘Lou’s massage clinic’ the advert read showing a picture of smiling young blonde woman stood in front of a massage table ‘We specialise in sports injuries, physical rehab, and the bladder.’ Worth a shot, Sophie thought as she clicked on the image.

Notice : This story was written in Italian for the sole purpose of me to pass the time, it was translated with Google Translate without making too many necessary checks, thank you in advance for reading and I would appreciate a comment with a useful tip at the end of it. What I want to write is in all respects a fantasy novel similar to some web novels that I have read lately, in the past I tried to do something similar but being only a first attempt in my opinion it did not go very well and therefore I gave up. Before each chapter I will include the Tags that I think are contained in the chapter in question, this is because I don't even know what I want to insert and what I don't want. Prologo, The prologue does not have a title and is from the POV of the protagonist (Lily) I understand that there is little content in this prologue but I preferred to develop the mechanics of the world. It contains: bedwetting,farting,wetting and light fear wetting Narrator: [Lily] I didn't remember anything, my mind was completely empty and my body was numb and assailed by a tingling, I was lying on a straw bed and I had a simple blanket on me, it was dark and the only thing that illuminated the room where I found myself was the moon. I thought I was in danger at night in an unknown place and I would suddenly jump out of this room to try to understand what had happened to me but I could not move, I realized that I could not keep my eyes open, as if I was really sleepy looking better I seemed to see how a game interface in my field of vision that remained even when I closed my eyes, at the bottom left I saw a [game log] with an infinite number of voices, I just didn't want to read and I couldn't to think clearly, I probably thought I was dreaming or imagining, at the top right instead I saw the writing [Menu] and [Map], I was about to fall asleep again because of sleep, but just before I did it a writing in semitransparent yellow jumped at me to the eye, [Need to urinate] I just couldn't understand and I didn't want to think, I tried to fall asleep again but the writing became more and more amber and I couldn't ignore it, in the end, a message appeared premium. (Chat): ignore [need to urinate]? [YES] or [NO] I didn't even think, I chose [YES] and fell asleep. Just before I fell into a deep sleep I read the chat a second time. Title: [She who wets the bed] acquired. I woke up with birdsong and sunlight, as soon as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the face of a disheveled young boy staring at me, since I had never seen him, I got scared but I calmed down immediately because he seemed to have no bad intentions. (Ryle): S ... sorry! ... I didn't want to be watching you ... g ... good morning! I'm glad you woke up when my master found you she had no good hopes ... how do you feel? however, my name is Ryle, nice to meet you! Skill: [Sevilathien's language] buy; Title: [Polyglot] purchase. (Lily): Oh, don't worry about it, anyway, you could tell me where we are and who are you? Anyway, my name is Lily As I spoke I sat up and looked around to find out where I was, my body was really numb, and my nose didn't smell, I didn't feel like moving too much because of the tingling and then I let it go, I understood immediately not to be in a normal place given the straw bed on which I was and given the clay and wood walls that I was around, also the boy Ryle was really good looking, he must have been about 14 or 15 years old but he was really tall, he had a short-sleeved shirt that showed his toned arms, his green eyes of the same color of the disheveled hair hit me, they seemed strangely natural ... (Ryle): Oh Lily did you say? You're not from around here, are you? You can also see it in your clothes ... His words struck me, I shouldn't have had an unusual name ... also I looked at my crumpled blouse that was nothing strange, rather his clothes seemed very out of the norm until then I thought it was a kind of disguised medieval disguise but looking around unless it was a really well-made movie set or a foreign country was strange. (Lily): Why? Where are we? And what would be strange about my clothes? (Ryle): Well we're in the woods surrounding the city of alabaster, where did you think you were? You were found by my mistress a few kilometers from here after all, as far as your clothes are concerned, I don't seem to have ever seen anything like this, however now that I think about it you are suspicious! Could you come and do a status check? While Ryle was talking to me about things that I judged as meaningless I saw the interface I thought I was dreaming about and felt my body's numbness slowly fade and my sense of smell return, I could smell a slight smell of urine. I didn't give it any weight and thought the interface was just a strange hallucination. (Lily): I shouldn't have a problem getting up, anyway what is a status check? (Ryle): Are you kidding me by accident? It's what you do to check a person's level and personal information with a copy of the mirror of truth ... can you know where you've lived so far? Do you have a memory leak by accident? Or are you trying to trick me? (Lily): Level? What are you talking about? Anyway, I'm from Lugano ... (Ryle): Lu ... gan ... or? Where is it? Okay, I understand you're not from around here, but I can't believe you don't know what the level is! (Lily): You don't know Lugano? Are you telling me we're not in Switzerland? Anyway no! I don't know what you mean by level! (Ryle): Switzer ... land? No, I don't know where it is ... however the level is the number that testifies how much you developed as a living being, it also depends on how good your status is ... I can't explain it well, it's one thing so trivial that you don't even teach ... anyway, I keep thinking that you are making fun of me, now get up, I really want to see your status to make sure it is not a criminal, a slave or a dangerous person! (Lily): ... ok ... I still don't understand what you mean by a dangerous person ... look at me I have no weapons or anything ... I decided to get up also out of curiosity to understand what the boy was talking about, when I got out of bed, however, the smell of urine became stronger, I looked at my jeans and I could observe a nice stain ... I could not believe it ... I was pissing on myself! I immediately covered her with the blanket and sat down on the straw again even though I was now certain that the boy had seen me. (Lily'mind '): What an embarrassment! I can't believe I got wet! I immediately thought of what I thought was a dream : ignore [need to urinate]? [YES] or [NO] I couldn't believe it, it was too strange, even the interface that was becoming more and more vivid, was it a dream? I remembered the full-dive virtual reality that I was about to try with Emily, I still remembered around with my blushed face and I looked at Ryle. (Lily'mind '): I can't believe it! Am I in a simulation !? And I got wet ?! What game am I playing? Who would make a virtual game with similar functionality ??? (Ryle): Is everything all right? You had an accident, right? You don't have to be ashamed of it, you've been unconscious for at least 3 days after all ... Ryle blushed as he spoke to me (Lily'mind '): How am I supposed to respond? Is this guy an AI or is he a player? It doesn't look like an AI, it's too realistic, it's probably a player! What an embarrassment! (Lily): Hmmm ... yes, I'm sorry! Do you know how I can clean myself up? (Ryle): Oh don't worry, it can happen to anyone, as soon as my mistress returns I can make you have a change of clothes ... or I could use the spell [soft wash] to clean those strange pants you wear, as you prefer, however for the spell it takes a while and I should T ... touch the affected area of the item of clothing in question all the time ... (Lily): If you don't mind I would like you to try to use the spell, I really don't want to be seen by other players in these conditions, also I'm curious to see how the magic of this game works ... (Ryle): game? (Lily): Well we're in a fair game? (Ryle): I'm not playing, tell me if you want to change or if you want me to use magic, you are too strange, I want to check your status as soon as possible! (Lily'mind '): is it an AI? It's strange ... aren't we in a game? But if magic exists it is necessarily a game! Quite right? Maybe I have to check this status to understand something ... (Lily): okay, you can use magic, but please don't look, don't smell and don't touch in strange places or I slap you! (Ryle): Oh ... ok ... I removed the blanket and showed my wet jeans, the biggest stain was on the back but it was probably enough to just touch the item of clothing, I was an embarrassing situation, even if I was convinced I was in a game. I also noticed that my hair had changed color, from brown to purple, I didn't notice. (Lily): how long does it take? You have been touching me for 2 minutes and nothing happens ... hurry up please, it's embarrassing! (Ryle): calm down! Don't decentralize me, I haven't even activated the magic yet! It takes time ... wait at least another 2 minutes! (Ryle'mind '): how strange it usually takes me less to visualize [soft wash] will it be because of the embarrassing situation? After a while that Ryle was trying to activate the spell I noticed that the chat icon was flashing and then I opened it. (Chat): Does the human subject [Ryle] want to use a spell on you, consent? [YES] or [NO] I immediately chose [YES] without thinking about it, I wanted to end that embarrassing situation. (Ryle): ■■■■ [soft wash] My legs that had completely stopped tingling and felt sticky especially on the lower back became clean after Ryle emitted strange verses that looked like high-speed singing or speaking. (Lily'mind '): is this the magic? Fantastic! (Ryle): good! Now we can do this status check! (Lily): ok, come on! Anyway, can you tell me how I can activate the magic? Is there a mission to do or do I just have to level up? (Ryle): oh ... so you know what the level is? So you made fun of me? (Lily'mind '): oops! I hadn't realized yet that I was in a game before, it all seems too realistic ... (Lily): sorry, I forgot! (Ryle): okay, anyway you are suspicious, let's go check please, be careful of the step when you go out the door! (Lily): yes, ok but so how do I activate the magic? (Ryle): it depends on your status and your skills obviously, come on let's go now. I left the room with Ryle and we went down the spiral stairs to a kind of cellar illuminated by a purple light that did not seem to come from anywhere, in the room that looked like a laboratory of a fairy tale wizard or a mad scientist chemist, there is they were books, ampoules, tables, phosphorescent stones, flowers and a lot of other things, it was really fantastic, on a wall there was a dark mirror which instead of reflecting the light seemed to absorb it. (Ryle): see that's the mirror of truth, now touch it and show me your identity! (Lily): o ... ok ... I was afraid but I immediately calmed down because I was convinced it was a game. As soon as I touched the mirror I felt as if covered with a gelatinous patina, it was truly realistic. (Chat): does an artifact want to access your status, allow? [YES] or [NO] I chose [YES] in thought (Chat): is it impossible to log in until you accept the other requests, accept everything? [YES] or [NO] As in an account creation where you should read an infinite number of terms and conditions, I ignored everything and chose [YES]. (Chat): . [unique skills] unlockable; [hidden status] added; [easy mode] enhanced; . . . [legacy of Emily] obtained; [status of Emily] added; Unique skill [Space unit transfer] available; . . . [MAX LEVEL] reached; [Race increase] × 99; Unique title: [she who exceeds all limits] obtained! In the chat an infinite column of minor voices (for the most part acquired skills, titles and power-ups) began to flow, I did not want to read and then temporarily deactivates the chat, meanwhile on the mirror that now became transparent what appeared publicly it would have been my status: [ID]: Lily White [Race]: human [Age]: 17 [Level]: 25 [Titles]: [She who wets the bed] [Work]: none [Hierarchy]: common I blushed slightly for the embarrassing title and now I noticed mirroring that my appearance had changed, in addition to the purple hair I could notice that I had a prettier nose and big purple eyes, my breast had also grown at least one size, surely I was more attractive as before, also the jeans that I thought no longer had traces of my accident showed a slightly visible halo. As I watched what was left of my previous accident, I saw a flashing writing in the right corner: (Notice): 2 × [inherited inventory] acquired, do you want to redeem? [YES] or [NO] I chose [YES] but I didn't see anything happen because I had disabled the chat. (Lily'mind '): strange, the things written in the mirror do not correspond well to what I read in the chat ... also I don't know why but I have a strange feeling ... (Ryle): Level twenty-five! You have a fairly high level ... I didn't think you were so strong, are you an adventurer by chance? I turned to Ryle and on his head, I read [level 23] (Lily'mind '): who knows how I should answer ... I'm probably not an adventurer and I don't feel like telling lies ... (Lily): no, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'm not an adventurer ... An instant after I said it I felt like an impulse as if I felt the buzz of an insect near my ear similar to a feeling of light fear, I turned suddenly I found myself a dagger pointed at the throat, I remained completely motionless. ~ psshhh ~ I probably lost a bit from sudden fear and I could feel a slight humility on the crotch of my panties, probably a wet stain was also visible on my jeans. (Fox woman): Who are you? Compared to last night, your mere presence makes me freeze their blood! The fox woman in front of me was frightening, her red eyes and protruding canines together with the bright red blade of the dagger pointed at my throat instilled an intense fear that I had rarely experienced before, however, I could not help but notice how fascinating she was, his human face with perfect features and his golden fur shone under the soft and mysterious soft light, moreover, the fear I felt was drastically reduced when I remembered that I was probably in a game, also I noticed that Ryle was no longer nearby. (Lily'mind '): damn it! Will it kill me? I do not know what to do... But then I realized that she was probably more afraid of me. (Lily'mind '): wait ... is she maybe ... shaking !? are you scared of me? reading above her I also read her level [82] and thought that although I was [Max Level] on the mirror I read [25]. Looking at it better I realized that in his face there was fear besides his anger, his legs also trembled. (Lily): hem ... wait, are you the "mistress" that Ryle told me about? Don't hurt yourself, after all, I want to thank you for bringing me here after finding me in the woods ... (Fox woman): don't even try to deceive me and show me your true level and who you really are! (Lily'mind '): probably my level is higher than you read on the mirror and this fox woman can somehow see that I'm hiding it. (Fox woman): from your silence can I deduce that you didn't wait to be discovered? (Lily): no, it is that ... you see I am not yet practical of how the game mechanics work and therefore if you want to see who they really are you will have to wait for a little ... in the meantime could you lower the blade, please? It makes me uncomfortable as it looks really realistic ... (Fox woman): from what you say it seems that you are pretending to be a hero summoned from another world ... don't fool me! I just tried to see myself telling the truth with the [lie detection] spell but it looks like it can't activate magic on you, how do you explain this to me? After the fox woman said this it occurred to me that Ryle couldn't clean up my jeans, so I opened the chat again and read the latest rumors: (Chat): The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] use the skill [Coercion]; [Coercion] skill obtained; [Coercion resistance] skill gained; The [all-knowing eye] artifact was destroyed after attempting to access your status The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] use the skill [death threat]; Death threat skill gained; Threat resistance gained; (Lily'mind '): apparently, if they use a skill on me I get the skill and resistance to it ... it's comfortable, it seems almost illegal ... I kept reading the chat (Chat): The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] wants to use the [lie detection] spell on you, agree? [Yes] or [No] I decided to choose [Yes]. (Fox woman): it looks like my spell has activated now ... did you say something about a fair game before? (Lily): it activated because I consented to the activation request in the chat ... (Fox woman'mind '): she said "chat" and "game", in addition, she has the ability to resist a high-level spell ... also ... [Level 25] ... there is no doubt... (Fox woman): girl, are you a person transported from another world? (Lily): hem ... is it a code to identify among the players? (Fox woman): girl, I can assure you that as much as what you find around it may seem like a game is 100% real, I know because I have dealt with both reincarnated and transported ... once I also witnessed the evocation of a hero. (Lily'mind '): however realistic what I have seen so far I cannot understand how such a thing is possible ... (Fox woman): you don't believe me? I read it in your eyes, I assure you that it is perfectly normal for people from other worlds to believe that it is a dream or a game. The summoned heroes usually take a month to settle in, the reincarnates instead die and meet God who explains the whole situation to him, unfortunately, the transported are the most difficult cases they believe in their situation, the latter usually end up killed by monsters or commit suicide because they can't get out of the dream ... their appearance is usually characterized by purple-colored hair and their basic level is 25! (Lily): it could be the truth ... after all, it is too realistic to be a game or a dream ... but my logic does not allow me to believe such an affirmation so easily ... (Fox woman): if you are a transported person you should have something called [inventory] right? Later I found two letters in the inventory, one from a certain God Khelthux and one from my friend Emily, the latter broadly explaining the situation I was in, giving me advice on how to live in this world, advising to learn the magic and to exploit the power I had, warning me not to go against the gods and not to divulge modern technology, in the end, it ended with the promise that we would see each other again in the future and that waiting for that moment I could enjoy this world with tranquility Fantasy. Once convinced that I am not in a simulation or that I am dreaming I learned how the menu, status, and map, I also understood that I could change my public level to my liking, I decided to temporarily set it to 99 to justify how resisted the skills and magic of the fox woman who later introduced herself as Tarasha Tawakhir, she asked me questions about what I had in my inventory, which I noticed to be full of objects, food, and weapons, more or less like someone's inventory who had finished any RPG and who had a passion for collecting a multitude of different items. I also realized that not being therefore in a virtual world, I had wet the bed and leaked in a real-world, this made me blush and on impulse I changed my clothes to not leave more traces of my embarrassing accidents, I noticed that I could change the dress with the [quick changing] of my inventory, I removed all my clothes remaining completely naked in front of Tarasha who turned to give me some privacy, I put on a pair of pink briefs called [Emily's panties], a pink top called [Emily's bra], a silk shirt called [water charm] and a dark green pleated skirt. (Lily): ok now that we have clarified that I am not a danger, you could tell me where Ryle went, since I appeared I have never seen him. I had also tried to look for it on the map but have not yet learned how it worked I could not find it. (Tarasha): oh, since I didn't know who I was I put it in a subspace to protect it. Suddenly Ryle reappeared from nowhere, Tarasha and I explained the situation to him in outline, and then we also discussed with him until the evening. I learned that in this world there were 116 weeks of 6 days, so one year had 696 days and each of them lasted 26 hours instead of 24 hours and that at the moment we were in the 19 hours of the day, therefore almost at sunset. We ate all three together, the dinner was made up of a single dish, similar to a mixed vegetable soup, after eating a spoon the easy way started to analyze it, it annoyed me and therefore I deactivated it, I also realized that without the easy mode it activates my sense of taste and smell develop at various levels, for example, the soup which was not bad after the deactivation of the easy mode seemed very good. (Lily): Tarasha, you are and have been a strong sorceress and warrior right? (Tarasha): I don't claim to be the best but I'm obviously powerful enough, why? (Lily): Well I would like to explore this world and to do it I would have the basis on how to survive. (Ryle): Do you want to explore the world? Do you mean that you will become an adventurer? (Lily): and why not? So Tarasha would you be willing to teach me? (Tarasha): for me there is no problem, I am curious to find out what the potential of an abnormal transported person like you is after all. (Ryle): But, my mistress, you promised tomorrow that we would hunt a demon together ... (Tarasha): oh Ryle, I'm sure you can wait another week, after all, it was too early anyway ... Don't think about skipping training though! (Ryle): As you wish ... From how he looked at me in the next time, Ryle seemed envious but not very much. After dinner, I went to sleep on Tarasha's advice, who promised me that the next morning he would give me some bases on fighting and monsters following my declaration of wanting to become an adventurer and explore this world. Before going to sleep, in addition to reactivating the easy mode and changing my clothes again, I looked at my inventory and I could not help ordering the weapons and items acquired from the inheritance well, I felt happy, rich and powerful but even a little cheater with everything I had acquired without any apparent merit, it was all so beautiful, I saw the titles that had been assigned to me, from [the one who wets the bed] to [the one who exceeds all limits] and the skills I had learned. The thing that intrigued me most was the magic but I had no idea how to use it, I was attracted by the [magic globe] and the [sacred tome] that I had in the inventory, in the description it was written that infusing the power of the soul in them you could learn the spell, I wasn't in the skin, I wanted to do a myriad of things but I also wanted to sleep to be careful the next day. Before going to sleep, I remembered that time I got an account of an MMORPG game in a closed beta from another player who had spent many months playing and therefore had obtained a high level and an inventory full of rare items. Obviously, it wasn't the same as finding yourself in a fantasy world but the feeling of being a cheater was the same. After this thought, I closed my eyes and since the interface and the chat didn't make me sleepy, I decided to temporarily disable them together with the easy mode, and finally, I fell asleep. (Tarasha): Girl, wake up, it's dawn, let's hurry otherwise all the high-level monsters in the woods will go to sleep! I woke up with Tarasha's words, the first thing I noticed was the need to pee and more. (Lily): where is the toilet? (Tarasha): hem ... unfortunately, there is no one in this refuge, you will have to go outside, do you have an armor in the inventory? No matter how strong a [level 99] is, I don't think you would be unharmed without having skills or magic ... Although I had a strong need to go to the bathroom I could not help but notice Tarasha's light robes, they were of a vermilion-colored fabric, tight enough to highlight its splendid curves which were accentuated more by the white band that had in life to which a small black bag was tied, but I had no time to admire them. (Lily'mind '): I have to go to the bathroom! (Lily): I think I have armor in the inventory, a second, I get dressed and I'm ready to go! I really needed to pee, after all, I didn't go to the bathroom since my previous awakening, if I ran my hand over my abdomen I felt swollen probably because of the fullness of my bladder: "it's a miracle that I didn't wet the bed in my sleep" I thought, moreover, I also felt a moderate fullness in the bowels, it was probably at least 4 days that I didn't take a dump. I desperately searched the inventory of suitable clothes to go out into a forest full of monsters, all while I had one hand on my thigh and the other firmly inserted into my groin. (Lily'mind '): I have to choose quickly otherwise I will have another accident ... but I must be careful not to wear too overpowered or too expensive clothes, I need something medium ... as Emily advised me. I could not concentrate too much because of my need, I felt my mind almost split in trying to stay focused and leave neither a drop nor a small fart to leave my body. Eventually, I left Emily's underwear on and put on an armor [Armor of the black dragon], it was a black armor that included a skimpy black top, a medium-length skirt and shiny leather ankle boots, I chose it because it wasn't a magical object but still gave fair protection. (Tarasha): hey ... but ... how the heck did you get such a thing ... Tarasha looked frightened again before me: "I probably exaggerated ..." I thought. Tarasha didn't even notice the pee dance I was doing, which further delayed my relief. We went down the spiral stairs and left the house, around me I saw a multitude of trees and plants of various colors that shone with the first light of dawn and that almost made me forget my urgent need. ~ prrffft ~ Until a dry fart reminded me of my situation. (Lily): oh sorry, could you wait a moment, please ?! (Tarasha): don't worry, go ahead ... but watch out for the monsters! I didn't even answer, I sprang behind a bush with some droplets of urine dripping between my legs, spread my legs and lowered the panties I went down into a squat and I began to pee at full strength, obviously being careful not to splash my skirt too much. ~ psssssssssss ~ about a minute passed and my flow was reduced to a thread, until it stopped completely, now that I was calmer I heard the pleasant song of the birds and the scent of the flowers which obscured the smell of the vapors of the pee puddle. ~ frrt ~ A mischievous fart warmed my buttocks and reminded me that I had not yet finished my business. Once I finished releasing the bowels I felt incredibly relaxed, emptied of my problems, it was a fantastic feeling to go and do my needs so outdoors like a fantasy world, almost exciting. (Tarasha): Lily! Alright? And while I was enjoying my moment Tarasha screamed my name and ruined the atmosphere. (Lily): yes! Wait a moment and I'm coming! I took some pieces of cloth from my inventory and cleaned myself, then I looked at the panties that I still had wrapped around my legs, they had a small dark pink stain but nothing that would not dry quickly, I pulled them up, I put leaves to cover the area where I made my needs and washed my hands with a bottle that I had in the inventory. It was not the first time (Lily): here I am, sorry if I made you wait, so what can you teach me? (Tarasha): it's up to you, you said you want to be the right adventurer? (Lily): yes, I would like you to explain to me how magic is used! (Tarasha): oh, do you attract spells? (Lily): yes, I would like to become a magician! (Tarasha): well, then first of all could you tell me how much mana and soul power you have? (Lily'mind '): I must be careful to say something credible ... I went to my status and checked my statistics: {Lily's Stats [MAX Level]} [Health Points]: 999+ [Health recovery]: MAX [Vitality]: 999+ [Stamina]: 999+ [Stamina recovery]: MAX [Resistance]: 999+ [Mana point]: 999+ [Mana Recovery]: MAX [Magic resistance]: 999+ [Soul authority]: MAX [Power of the soul]: MAX [Brain power]: 999+ [Come on]: 999+ [Agility]: 999+ [Dexterity]: 999+ [Vision]: 999+ [Self-check]: 999+ [Bladder]: 100 [Bladder fullness]: 4% [Bowels]: 100 [Bowels fullness]: 2% I wondered why they were present in separate statistics such as [Bladder] and [Bowels], however, it didn't take a genius to understand that my statistics were far beyond very good and therefore I didn't know how to answer: "maybe I should activate the easy mode "fortunately I thought. Once activated a mini description appeared next to my statistics, thanks to it I understood that the average human being [level 10] had about 30 [MP], the soul power, however, was more mysterious, in the infobox there was nothing, with or without easy mode, the same was true of [Soul authority]. I also decided to disable the easy mode because I wanted to enjoy the landscape without continuous analysis or suppression of the sense of smell. (Lily): I have 330 MP and would like to keep my soul power secret if possible. I thought that for a [level 99] 330 MP was right. (Tarasha): if you are telling the truth then I can deduce that you are a perfect [Level 99] balanced, interesting ... I agree on keeping secret the power of the soul, not even I will tell you mine. The chat at that moment gave me a warning signal, I opened it and read: (Chat): Skill [Absolute revelation] resisted; Skill [Absolute revelation] buys; (Lily'mind '): Do you want to see my statistics? It seems that without the easy mode activated you cannot see who is using the ability against me, but I still get the ability, interesting. (Lily): so what? Can you teach me magic? (Tarasha): if you mean primordial magic or sacred magic obviously not, but for arcane magic, there is no problem, you have enough MP to also cast prohibited spells, but first I would like to ask you something, do you have the skill [Chant]? I immediately went to check but I didn't. (Lily): unfortunately not, why? (Tarasha): because arcane magic includes 3 phases of casting a spell, Visualization, Chant and Activation, without the ability [Chant] unfortunately you cannot cast a spell ... apart from a few exceptions ... (Lily): and how do I go about acquiring it? (Tarasha): there are many ways, the easiest is to study at the magic academy and another widespread is to use a sealing object with the ability inside, the latter, however, is rare and its cost is high, probably it even costs more than the dragonic armor you wear. (Lily): What if I teach you the skill without having to go to the academy? (Tarasha): it wouldn't be a problem for me but it takes years to learn [Chant], it's not that simple, as far as I'm concerned I recommend you train with a weapon and then learn magic. (Lily'mind '): 2 years is too long ... (Lily): okay, so what weapon would you recommend me to use? (Tarasha): I see that you understand when it is not necessary to insist, as far as the weapon is concerned, obviously it depends on you, which weapon would you like to use? As far as I am concerned, I am skilled with both the ax and the long broadsword so if you choose one of the two I can help you more easily to learn the necessary skills. (Lily): I like the greatsword, so let's start? (Tarasha): Do you have a sword in your inventory? (Lily): yes most likely I have it ... (Tarasha): well, get it out. While I was looking for one of the various swords, one who had statistics on average Tarasha took from the bag that had tied a broad green metal sword at the waist as long as its height and with a width and thickness that made it seem truly imposing. (Lily): nice sword ... also ... is that bag bottomless? (Tarasha): I see you have an eye, yes this is a sword it is called made with ancient elven techniques and it is made of orichalcum, it is an enchanted bag with space magic, obviously, it has a capacity limit. In the end, after comparing several swords for more than a minute, I took out a simple enchanted steel sword, Tarasha's reaction was like what I would have had in the previous world if they had promised me the last smartphone as a gift and had presented themselves with a model from the previous year and second-hand, of course, I was happy because I didn't want to catch the eye. (Tarasha): I see that you have your weapon, to acquire the skill just train or kill an enemy with the aforementioned weapon, however perfecting it is difficult, there are two ways, the first is to use the experience and the second is increasing level, obviously, you who are already [Level 99] will struggle in both things, as regards the experience it is difficult to accumulate at high levels, also I do the extreme effort, as regards the level up it is rumored that for a human or semi-human to pass level 99 is impossible ... Obviously, I was not level 99 since I had no problems entering a number thousands of times greater, but this thing was comfortable in certain points of view, also I went to my status and took a look in the skills area, in addition to the skills I had I could notice that I had a practically infinite reserve of experience, I tried to enhance the unique skill [Space unit transfer], I noticed that skill had 10 levels of enhancement and that even by maximizing the skill my experience points did not conceal in the least. (Lily): it's not a problem, I just need to learn the skill, so to hang it I just need to kill a monster with this sword? (Tarasha): yes, for one of your level monsters in the vicinity should not be a problem even without magic or skills, the only being that probably can damage you is a greater Demon or a dragon but in my whole life they are beings rarely appeared. (Lily): shall we go then? (Tarasha): yes, let's see if you can keep up with me! Tarasha suddenly shot in the middle of the woods, her movements were perfect, thanks to my statistics I didn't make the slightest effort to run after her but thanks to my abnormal sight I could see how perfect her movements were, every step in the middle of the trees seemed to be expected 10 steps first. (Tarasha'mind '): he manages to stay behind me, incredible ... the people transported are unfair ... While we were running in the forest I saw many animals that I knew like deer and wild boars, and foxes but also animals that I had never seen as a large spider that made me shiver. (Lily'mind '): I wonder where we are going, running at this speed we would have traveled a very long space ... (Lily): Shouldn't I learn to use the sword? I asked after I approached Tarasha who stopped (Tarasha): I thought I'd take you for a ride through the woods, do you like it? (Lily): it's gorgeous! (Tarasha): And anyway you didn't acquire skills while running? Normally you should get the [Fast step] skill just by running, also running at a similar speed I wouldn't be surprised even if I had obtained directly [Flash step] together with some high-sounding title ... (Lily): I didn't get any skills or titles ... (Tarasha): normally for a person with few abilities it is enough to perform actions that put them in difficulty for (Lily): Well, I had no problem running, maybe that's why I didn't get the skill ... (Tarasha): no problem !? Nobody could stand behind me without magic or skill! (Lily): I don't know what to tell you ... (Tarasha): Okay now I'm going to stop surprising myself, however, there is little time, let's hurry! (Lily): little time for what? (Tarasha): to make the danger of this world-known at Level 99 you need a dungeon, in the center of the woods there is one and the door remains open only during sunrise, for this, we must hurry! (Lily): a dungeon? Not serving the preparations to enter it? (Tarasha): oh, don't worry, I prepared everything myself, however, we won't go deep, I just want to show you what kind of beings populate this world! (Lily'mind '): I don't really mind at all, I have always loved dungeons and mazes full of monsters where you can level-up safely, even if they are maximum level ... Tarasha and I arrived at the entrance of the dungeon, it was a simple hole 10 meters (33 ft) in diameter with 4 pillars on the sides and which had inside a spiral staircase of white marble, as soon as I put my foot on the first step the map changed, unlike before it was also completely empty, probably because it was an unknown place where I had never been. (Tarasha): ■■ [luminary] A globe of light formed in front of us. (Lily): wonderful! (Tarasha): it is simple basic magic, it will be useful since the dungeon in some areas is completely dark. We started to go down the stairs and shortly after I heard an uproar rumbling and a cold current of upward wind lifted my skirt exposing my panties. (Lily): what's going on? (Tarasha): probably the entrance has closed ... (Lily): wait for what?! ... are you serious? So we got stuck? (Tarasha): maybe I should have told you that we would spend the whole day here ... (Lily): well, it certainly wouldn't have made me unhappy! I said that even though the idea of exploring a real dungeon filled with excitement. (Tarasha): let's go, once you get to the tenth floor we will have a nice camp where to have breakfast! (Lily): I agree very much, I really want to learn some skills! We finished going down the stairs and we started walking through the tunnels, on the sides of them the colored crystals reflected Tarasha's sphere of light, it was truly a dream show, after a while, I finally saw a monster that could be attacked with the sword to acquire the ability. (Tarasha): Do you see Lily? Tarasha pointed to a bear-sized creature, he was turned away from us but we could still see the length of his claws sticking out from the sturdy arms covered with thick brown fur, however despite the imposingness of his body he was only level 16. (Lily): yes! (Tarasha): it is a giant mole, it is not a particularly dangerous monster, it is blind but manages to orient itself with the sense of smell and hearing if there is one, there are probably many others nearby, for two of our level even a hundred of them could not bother us in the least, but whatever the opponent we meet, I recommend you pay close attention! (Lily): I understand, maximum attention! (Tarasha): Now attack that mole, let me see how you handle that broadsword. After Tarasha's recommendations, I squeezed my weapon tightly and with a light step I approached the mole, it practically ignored me until I was right behind it, all the time I continue to dig the rock but when I was behind it turned and with the sharp claws probably tried to cut my neck, of course, I dodged the blow with extreme ease but nevertheless, one or two droplets left my bladder and moistened the crotch of my panties, it did not matter that the level of this monster was lower than that Tarasha or mine, the appearance and size of the monster scare me enough. But the small insignificant accident made my blood boil, mostly from embarrassment. Once I dodged the cops, I tightened the sword again and with an oblique swing I cut the mole in two parts, this emitted a suffocated and torn scream before falling to the sun with a thump that almost shook the ground, I remember that I thought: "that sucks "at the sight of the blood that sprinkled the floor but I recovered immediately. (Tarasha): congratulations, an excellent cut, have you learned any skills? (Lily'mind '): I hope I have no way of seeing that my bladder has betrayed me against an infinitely weaker monster than me! (Lily): unfortunately, it would seem not ... I read the chat for any unlocked skills but found nothing, to be sure I checked the list of skills but nothing new. (Tarasha): so if you don't need them you don't learn them ... to get you some skills we have to find a way to put you in difficulty ... (Lily): but basically, if I'm not in difficulty I don't need the right skills? Let's not worry too much, let me see rather the beauty of this dungeon or some other monster! (Tarasha): you're right ... I reasoned based on common sense that tells me that without basic skills you can't stay, but in the end, you're right, when you need it you will get the skills you need. Now be careful, they surrounded us! (Lily'mind '): you shouldn't say it with a smile on your mouth! A large number of giant moles were arriving in the tunnel, they probably felt threatened the moment they heard the dying cry of one of their kind. (Tarasha): you think of those in front of us, I will fix those that come behind us! (Lily): yes! The average level of giant moles was 20, I sprinted forward and killed 3 with a single horizontal cut, it was easy. (Tarasha): ■■■ [light body barrier] Tarasha put the weapon back in the bag, took a wand, and chose to use magic. (Tarasha): ■■■ [Multiple light dart] Once he killed about thirty giant moles I didn't see anymore, I turned around and vines Tarasha shining with green light as he launched with a wand a multitude of rays of light that pierced the moles from side to side, however, these did not die instantly and they were getting closer to Tarasha. (Lily): I come to support you! (Tarasha): no need, don't worry! As soon as the moles surrounded her, she put away her wand and pulled a golden halberd out of the bag, with a swing of her right arm she cut in half the entire group of giant moles that had approached her and put to flight the others who dug holes in the walls and disappeared. (Tarasha): I didn't want to use a magic weapon or a spell with area damage to avoid frightening them but I think the corpses are enough ... maybe they are too many ... (Lily): what do you mean? (Tarasha): ■■■■ [infinite storage subspace] A wave of light filled the cave and all the giant moles vanished. (Lily): amazing ... how can you keep all these moles ... (Tarasha): I took them only to use them as baits later, giant moles are not profitable, moreover, the consumption of mana to keep the subspace active is not insignificant, however, we will need them. (Lily): for what? (Tarasha): it's a surprise of course. Tarasha and I went deeper with other flights of stairs, we didn't meet other monsters, probably because Tarasha used some particular magic, he seemed to be in a hurry: "maybe he's hungry" I thought. (Tarasha): we have arrived, after this corridor, we will finally be on the tenth floor. (Lily): ok, so little time is left for breakfast eh. As they walked towards the ramp Tarasha grabbed my hand suddenly. (Lily): what's going on? (Tarasha): there is something big. (Lily): for example? (Tarasha): it looks like a mole but its level is higher than 50, it is probably a giant mole king ... The ceiling vibrated and a lot of sand and rubble fell, then from the wall to my right claws landed pointing to my face, I dodged them easily but the fright made me lose a jet of hot urine. (Lily): whaaaat! What is that?! (Tarasha'mind '): dodged such a shot without skill ... impossible! (Tarasha): You must know that older giant moles get retractable claws. The long and sharp claws retreated and after a while they resurfaced out of the opposite direction, this time the target was Tarasha who instead of dodging them cut them with the halberd making the monster growl that finally came out in the open, it was a giant mole of level 63, unlike the moles of before, his hair was gray and smooth, his teeth much more protruding and the burr dripped from his mouth. (Tarasha): Do you want to try to fight it? (Lily): okay ... I was slightly scared but I didn't hesitate for a second, I shook the weapon and with a vertical cut I tried to divide it in half as with the other giant moles, but this time it didn't go as I hoped, with its claws, it cut my sword, and subsequently he tried to hit me with them, even if I didn't expect it, I managed to dodge anyway, he tried to hit me again but Tarasha got in the way, with his bare fingers he grabbed the claws of the monster and with the halberd he hit him throwing him strongly on the wall and making the floor tremble. (Tarasha): Huff ... the magic of physical enhancement is exhausting! Finish the mole and put it in your inventory, unlike the ones before, this is worth a lot of gold coins, hurry up I really want to make a ... break ... (Lily): oh, okay ... I took a new sword from my inventory, this time a little better than before to avoid being left unarmed and I put the mole's corpse in the inventory after I gave it the coup de grace. As they walked towards the flight of spiral stairs I could notice a slight change in Tarasha's casual way of walking, it was as if she was trying to walk naturally and elegantly, moreover, the speed of her steps had slightly increased. We arrived at the spiral stairs and she asked me to go down first, I asked no questions and went on, once we reached the end of the stairs we found ourselves in front of a vault that emerged in a huge cave, unlike the narrow, dark tunnels and cramps on the upper floors here the atmosphere was peaceful, butterfly-like insects fluttered, there was a huge crystal on the ceiling that illuminated all corners of the cave, there was green grass on the ground and in the center, I could see a small mirror of water. (Lily): this place is amazing ... (Tarasha): I'm glad you like it, if you like you can go near the pond and find a space to have breakfast, I should hurry ... private matters ... It was then that I finally noticed that Tarasha probably needed to pee, I preferred not to ask questions and leave her her privacy even if in my mind the image of the beautiful Foxkin wetting her pants like a child passed through my head making me blush. (Lily): hem ... ok After a slight hesitation due to the anxiety of being alone, I decided to go to the pond to give Tarasha her privacy. She went away quite a bit, when I arrived at the pond I saw her still walking until she disappeared behind a rock. I sat on the grass around the pond and opened the skill log. Skill [coercion] Skill [death threat] Skill [Absolute revelation] Skill [Sevilathien's language] Unique skill [Space unit transfer]; Unique skill [Self-taught]; Locked skill [HIDDEN] To see if the hidden ability could be unlocked I tried to activate the easy mode, but no change, I tried to select the skill [Absolute revelation], it was level 1, I tried to use a skill point to enhance it and it became level 2, for level 3 ten skill points were needed, for 4 needed one hundred, etc., once taken to level 5 I stopped and tried to activate it, with a bit of concentration I managed it, I seemed to see in black and white for a moment and then everything in my view took on a different color and brilliance, the butterflies were blue and the green grass, in the distance I could see an intense purple light, it was Tarasha, I don't know how but thinking about his name its status. [ID]: Tarasha Tawakhir [Race]: Foxkin [Age]: 37 [Level]: 82 [Titles]: hidden [Work]: hidden [Hierarchy]: viscountess Visible statistics: [Bladder]: 73 [Bladder fullness]: 94% [Bowels]: 82 [Bowels fullness]: 61% (Lily'mind '): incredible! First Tarasha used this ability on me, how strange that he can only see some statistics ... Anyway, I was right, he needed to water the flowers ... As I watched the fullness percentage of Tarasha's bladder started to go down and I blushed thinking about what she was doing at that moment, it was then that I noticed something, on the numbers of the statistics there was like a pointer, as if I could write or to delete. "I could wait for his bladder to empty ... and then ... refill it?!?" A thought occurred to me that made me slightly excited and warm my cheeks. [Bladder fullness]: 10% (Lily'mind '): It doesn't seem to empty itself anymore ... I was about to rethink but in the end, I decided to try, I concentrated on the percentage and with an enormous effort I made it go up by two or three numbers, I was not satisfied and then I tried again but I could not make it go up, I took it as a challenge and I tried again and again, but unfortunately I lost track of time. (Tarasha): what is that expression? Alright? (Lily): Huh? And I found myself in front of Tarasha, which caught me off guard and with the deconcentration I deactivated the spell but not before adding a zero in the percentage that made it reach 130% (Tarasha): Ouch! What happens!? Tarasha crossed her legs and slumped to the ground. ~ psssssssssssssshhh ~ A continuous stream of urine poured into its vermilion dress which started to form a puddle. (Tarasha): ■■■■ [infinite storage subspace] The beautiful Foxkin activated the subspace in her panties to avoid further damage but already after 10 seconds of flow, she was completely drenched. (Tarasha): how did this happen? I who had witnessed the scene was completely speechless, I knew that I should have apologized but I didn't want to confess that it was I who caused her to have an accident, I felt guilty but I certainly liked what I saw. Her dress was soaked and shiny as her eyes where I could see embarrassment and confusion which then turned into intense anger. (Tarasha): Lily ... by any chance you? I'm not accusing you but ... you know I just emptied my bladder and it's impossible that it refilled again in such a short time! I did not know what to say (Lily): Tarasha I really ... actually ... I ... sorry ... I didn't do it on purpose ... I bowed my head to accentuate the effect of the apology and because I didn't want to meet his gaze. (Tarasha): so it was you eh? (Lily): are you angry? (Tarasha): absolutely not, if you didn't do it on purpose I can't be angry with you, do you think? Do I seem angry to you? He said it with a slightly forced smile but that still made me calm. (Lily): sorry again! (Tarasha): ■■ [Quick drying] The wet stain disappeared. (Tarasha): enough, let's pretend nothing happened, wines let's have breakfast now. Even if she seemed calm I had the doubt that she was quite angry, this because she didn't ask me how I had filled her bladder and that therefore she already had the answer or she was thinking of revenge, obviously they were only guesses, looking at her she doesn't seem angry just a little embarrassed, after a few minutes I stopped thinking about it and turned off the easy mode to enjoy the breakfast we would have gone for. Tarasha chose a place near the lake, from a subspace she took a table and two chairs and pulled a cloche, two cups, and a teapot out of the magic bag. (Tarasha): sit down Lily too. I sat on what was probably a wooden chair, the white color it had and the smoothing sensation it gave to the touch were those of marble, even the coffee table was of the same material, all with the spring atmosphere and the stone that illuminates the cave they brought me back to the times when I lived at my grandmother's house in the Alps, this made me feel for the first time a feeling of nostalgia, but the bad mood passed immediately and the joy pervaded me when I saw what was hidden underneath the cloche, while I thought Tarasha had uncovered it and now what I saw was a silver platter with a huge variety of pastries and various sweets on it, I noticed the sweets that I loved to eat in my old world, there were a croissant, a krapfen, a scone, and a danish pastry. (Lily): Tarasha, by chance these sweets are common in this world? (Tarasha): well, I think so ... obviously, they are not very popular because to prepare them you need expensive ingredients such as sugar whose refining is difficult and the production by spell consumes a good quality of magical power ... why are you interested? Have you seen them before? (Lily): yes, I had already eaten them ... I took a Danish in my hand and contemplated the skill with which they had been made. (Lily): did you prepare them yourself? (Tarasha): obviously, they are one of my specialties. (Lily): well then, can I taste it? (Tarasha): certainly. I took a bite. (Lily'mind '): truly delicious! (Tarasha): Do you like it? (Lily): it tastes fantastic! (Tarasha): well, I'm happy both to your liking, I prepare the Tea. Tarasha took spheres from the bag, looking more closely I realized that it was herbs and leaves understood and rolled upon themselves. (Tarasha): ■■ [Create water] The teapot filled with steaming hot water, Tarasha inserted the spheres inside. After a short time, he poured the liquid which had taken an amber color in the cups, sat down, and took a croissant. Without thinking about it, I took the cup and drank the contents in a few seconds, the taste was excellent, I didn't quite understand what herbs there were but it was delicious and perfectly matched the flavor of the Danish. Without thinking about it, I continued to fill my cup and gobble the tea until the teapot was completely empty. (Lily): sorry Tarasha, I could not hold back, congratulations also the Tea was very good. (Tarasha): don't worry so much I wasn't thirsty, besides I'm glad you liked it. She said it with a smile and a truly disturbing look as if she was plotting something, but I didn't give it any weight. After a relaxing chat we got up from the table and Tarasha put everything away, unfortunately, I didn't realize that he hadn't even taken a sip from his cup. (Tarasha): from here on, the floors will start from the hundredth, each level will be numbered and always decreasing in size, today we will go down by 50 floors thus reaching the fiftieth, get ready to go down! (Lily): I'm ready ... but I have a doubt, if we first met a level 60 monster, going down so low what can we meet? (Tarasha): do not worry, the giant moles are an exception, also what we have come down to now was not the real dungeon, but a simple entrance to it, you must know that the dungeon extends over a large surface and has more secondary entrances besides this main one. (Lily'mind '): I understand, this dungeon must be huge ... We crossed the whole cave to a huge statue, looked like a humanoid figure, was carved on a pedestal, and had no face. "Stand back," Tarasha said in a calm voice as she approached the pedestal of the statue. (Tarasha): ■■■■ [Mana transfer] A blue aura enveloped the fox woman who placed both hands on the pedestal of the statue. (Lily'mind '): incredible ... the statue moves! The aura had completely enveloped the statue and after that it had moved, leaving a corridor free with lanterns on both sides, on the architrave of the entrance there was written "100". (Tarasha): so close! I have almost used up my mana to get it moving, but thanks to that we will quickly get to the twentieth floor without having to switch between weak and annoying monsters. (Lily): what do you mean? Wasn't it supposed to be the main entrance? (Tarasha): it is but it is not used by anyone because, in order to enter the statue must be absorbed by a very high number of MPs, for this reason, all adventurers prefer the entrance near the capital or the one on the borders with the sacred empire of Lalostvane. (Lily'mind '): I wonder how big this dungeon is if it even reaches the borders with another country ... (Lily): out of pure curiosity ... how much mana did you spend to move the statue? (Tarasha): about 200 MP why? (Lily): two hundred !? Wouldn't it have been better for you to destroy it? (Tarasha): it is a statue made of a particular magic alloy, its hardness is very high and magic has no effect on it. (Lily): I understand ... you still need to recover mana? (Tarasha): don't worry, now let's go down quickly, I want you to fight some opponent worthy of the name and maybe learn the skill. We walked through the entrance and walked what looked like a tunnel hundreds of meters long, at the end of it there was a huge illuminated rectangular room with dozens of doors on the sides and another staircase in the center that went down. (Tarasha): from this level onwards there will be monsters, obviously, with their silly levels, they will be child's play but pay attention anyway. "okay" I answered After that, we went down again, this time the room was slightly darker but both in shape and color it was the same as that of the upper floor, this time however there was written "99" instead of "100". (Tarasha): this room is a safe place, there are two on each floor, however, to get to the next one we have to go through the territory of the monsters. We headed into one of the side corridors to the room, they were narrower than the tunnels where we met the giant moles and therefore I decided to change my weapon into a short sword with excellent statistics, Tarasha made my way, he seemed to know perfectly how to move in these narrow corridors. "scavenger rat," Tarasha said after turning immediately after turning a corner. (Tarasha): die! "Wow she's slain it instantly" this I thought after jumping backward almost losing control of my bladder. (Tarasha): sorry but unfortunately these beings remind me of a dark period of my life. (Lily): okay, don't worry ... anyway, what do you mean by dark period? (Tarasha): nothing special ... it's just that during my childhood when I was still a weak and defenseless child, these rats didn't make me sleep at night ... (Lily): in what sense? Couldn't your parents drive them out or put some mousetraps? (Tarasha): unfortunately, my parents sold me to a slave trader because they were too poor to take care of me, but I don't want to victimize you also because this is neither the time nor the place to talk about my past, so go on! Even though I didn't want to be indelicate, I couldn't help asking for more details, like when I liked a character in a game and wanted to discover his lore or like when I was delighted in finding a hidden quest. (Lily): So there is still market and slave trade in this world? oh, sorry if I touched a sore button, if you don't want to talk about it it doesn't matter ... (Tarasha): slaves are considered as commodities, and their value depends significantly on race, also because there have been laws that protect the health of human slaves, such as the one where I was born, but not being human, I do not I had the right to be subject to these laws. It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's just not the right time, also I warn you, among adventurers, there is an unwritten rule that forbids asking other adventurers from their past. (Lily): okay, I won't ask for more for now, but could you tell me later how a slave managed to become a strong warrior? "Maybe later" Tarasha replied with a smile. We kept going down the floors for at least an hour until we got to floor 81, we didn't meet particularly strong monsters, the one with the highest level was a rock worm level 22. In the descent, however, I realized two things, the first is that with my stats it made no difference to fight with the level 63 giant mole or a simple level 1 scavenger rat, the second is that I needed to pee, I had a strong stimulus even if I had freed the bladder less than 2 hours before and it was not a sort of suggestion because looking at my statistics I found: [Bladder fullness]: 83% (Lily'mind '): it is not possible! As I looked at the statistics from 83% it rose to 85%, I didn't understand the reason but I knew that in a short time I would have urinated. Being focused on my bladder doing some hopping dance on the spot and above all looking for a place where I could relieve myself undisturbed I didn't notice Tarasha looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a pleasing smile. (Tarasha): the next will be the 80th floor, from here on there will be no more room to go down but everything will be confused and without a map getting lost is assured. Tarasha spoke but my mind was focused on my bladder. Notice : This story was written in Italian for the sole purpose of me to pass the time, it was translated with Google Translate without making too many necessary checks, thank you in advance for reading and I would appreciate a comment with a useful tip at the end of it. What I want to write is in all respects a fantasy novel similar to some web novels that I have read lately, in the past I tried to do something similar but being only a first attempt in my opinion it did not go very well and therefore I gave up. Before each chapter I will include the Tags that I think are contained in the chapter in question, this is because I don't even know what I want to insert and what I don't want. Prologo, The prologue does not have a title and is from the POV of the protagonist (Lily) I understand that there is little content in this prologue but I preferred to develop the mechanics of the world. It contains: bedwetting,farting,wetting and light fear wetting Narrator: [Lily] I didn't remember anything, my mind was completely empty and my body was numb and assailed by a tingling, I was lying on a straw bed and I had a simple blanket on me, it was dark and the only thing that illuminated the room where I found myself was the moon. I thought I was in danger at night in an unknown place and I would suddenly jump out of this room to try to understand what had happened to me but I could not move, I realized that I could not keep my eyes open, as if I was really sleepy looking better I seemed to see how a game interface in my field of vision that remained even when I closed my eyes, at the bottom left I saw a [game log] with an infinite number of voices, I just didn't want to read and I couldn't to think clearly, I probably thought I was dreaming or imagining, at the top right instead I saw the writing [Menu] and [Map], I was about to fall asleep again because of sleep, but just before I did it a writing in semitransparent yellow jumped at me to the eye, [Need to urinate] I just couldn't understand and I didn't want to think, I tried to fall asleep again but the writing became more and more amber and I couldn't ignore it, in the end, a message appeared premium. (Chat): ignore [need to urinate]? [YES] or [NO] I didn't even think, I chose [YES] and fell asleep. Just before I fell into a deep sleep I read the chat a second time. Title: [She who wets the bed] acquired. I woke up with birdsong and sunlight, as soon as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the face of a disheveled young boy staring at me, since I had never seen him, I got scared but I calmed down immediately because he seemed to have no bad intentions. (Ryle): S ... sorry! ... I didn't want to be watching you ... g ... good morning! I'm glad you woke up when my master found you she had no good hopes ... how do you feel? however, my name is Ryle, nice to meet you! Skill: [Sevilathien's language] buy; Title: [Polyglot] purchase. (Lily): Oh, don't worry about it, anyway, you could tell me where we are and who are you? Anyway, my name is Lily As I spoke I sat up and looked around to find out where I was, my body was really numb, and my nose didn't smell, I didn't feel like moving too much because of the tingling and then I let it go, I understood immediately not to be in a normal place given the straw bed on which I was and given the clay and wood walls that I was around, also the boy Ryle was really good looking, he must have been about 14 or 15 years old but he was really tall, he had a short-sleeved shirt that showed his toned arms, his green eyes of the same color of the disheveled hair hit me, they seemed strangely natural ... (Ryle): Oh Lily did you say? You're not from around here, are you? You can also see it in your clothes ... His words struck me, I shouldn't have had an unusual name ... also I looked at my crumpled blouse that was nothing strange, rather his clothes seemed very out of the norm until then I thought it was a kind of disguised medieval disguise but looking around unless it was a really well-made movie set or a foreign country was strange. (Lily): Why? Where are we? And what would be strange about my clothes? (Ryle): Well we're in the woods surrounding the city of alabaster, where did you think you were? You were found by my mistress a few kilometers from here after all, as far as your clothes are concerned, I don't seem to have ever seen anything like this, however now that I think about it you are suspicious! Could you come and do a status check? While Ryle was talking to me about things that I judged as meaningless I saw the interface I thought I was dreaming about and felt my body's numbness slowly fade and my sense of smell return, I could smell a slight smell of urine. I didn't give it any weight and thought the interface was just a strange hallucination. (Lily): I shouldn't have a problem getting up, anyway what is a status check? (Ryle): Are you kidding me by accident? It's what you do to check a person's level and personal information with a copy of the mirror of truth ... can you know where you've lived so far? Do you have a memory leak by accident? Or are you trying to trick me? (Lily): Level? What are you talking about? Anyway, I'm from Lugano ... (Ryle): Lu ... gan ... or? Where is it? Okay, I understand you're not from around here, but I can't believe you don't know what the level is! (Lily): You don't know Lugano? Are you telling me we're not in Switzerland? Anyway no! I don't know what you mean by level! (Ryle): Switzer ... land? No, I don't know where it is ... however the level is the number that testifies how much you developed as a living being, it also depends on how good your status is ... I can't explain it well, it's one thing so trivial that you don't even teach ... anyway, I keep thinking that you are making fun of me, now get up, I really want to see your status to make sure it is not a criminal, a slave or a dangerous person! (Lily): ... ok ... I still don't understand what you mean by a dangerous person ... look at me I have no weapons or anything ... I decided to get up also out of curiosity to understand what the boy was talking about, when I got out of bed, however, the smell of urine became stronger, I looked at my jeans and I could observe a nice stain ... I could not believe it ... I was pissing on myself! I immediately covered her with the blanket and sat down on the straw again even though I was now certain that the boy had seen me. (Lily'mind '): What an embarrassment! I can't believe I got wet! I immediately thought of what I thought was a dream : ignore [need to urinate]? [YES] or [NO] I couldn't believe it, it was too strange, even the interface that was becoming more and more vivid, was it a dream? I remembered the full-dive virtual reality that I was about to try with Emily, I still remembered around with my blushed face and I looked at Ryle. (Lily'mind '): I can't believe it! Am I in a simulation !? And I got wet ?! What game am I playing? Who would make a virtual game with similar functionality ??? (Ryle): Is everything all right? You had an accident, right? You don't have to be ashamed of it, you've been unconscious for at least 3 days after all ... Ryle blushed as he spoke to me (Lily'mind '): How am I supposed to respond? Is this guy an AI or is he a player? It doesn't look like an AI, it's too realistic, it's probably a player! What an embarrassment! (Lily): Hmmm ... yes, I'm sorry! Do you know how I can clean myself up? (Ryle): Oh don't worry, it can happen to anyone, as soon as my mistress returns I can make you have a change of clothes ... or I could use the spell [soft wash] to clean those strange pants you wear, as you prefer, however for the spell it takes a while and I should T ... touch the affected area of the item of clothing in question all the time ... (Lily): If you don't mind I would like you to try to use the spell, I really don't want to be seen by other players in these conditions, also I'm curious to see how the magic of this game works ... (Ryle): game? (Lily): Well we're in a fair game? (Ryle): I'm not playing, tell me if you want to change or if you want me to use magic, you are too strange, I want to check your status as soon as possible! (Lily'mind '): is it an AI? It's strange ... aren't we in a game? But if magic exists it is necessarily a game! Quite right? Maybe I have to check this status to understand something ... (Lily): okay, you can use magic, but please don't look, don't smell and don't touch in strange places or I slap you! (Ryle): Oh ... ok ... I removed the blanket and showed my wet jeans, the biggest stain was on the back but it was probably enough to just touch the item of clothing, I was an embarrassing situation, even if I was convinced I was in a game. I also noticed that my hair had changed color, from brown to purple, I didn't notice. (Lily): how long does it take? You have been touching me for 2 minutes and nothing happens ... hurry up please, it's embarrassing! (Ryle): calm down! Don't decentralize me, I haven't even activated the magic yet! It takes time ... wait at least another 2 minutes! (Ryle'mind '): how strange it usually takes me less to visualize [soft wash] will it be because of the embarrassing situation? After a while that Ryle was trying to activate the spell I noticed that the chat icon was flashing and then I opened it. (Chat): Does the human subject [Ryle] want to use a spell on you, consent? [YES] or [NO] I immediately chose [YES] without thinking about it, I wanted to end that embarrassing situation. (Ryle): ■■■■ [soft wash] My legs that had completely stopped tingling and felt sticky especially on the lower back became clean after Ryle emitted strange verses that looked like high-speed singing or speaking. (Lily'mind '): is this the magic? Fantastic! (Ryle): good! Now we can do this status check! (Lily): ok, come on! Anyway, can you tell me how I can activate the magic? Is there a mission to do or do I just have to level up? (Ryle): oh ... so you know what the level is? So you made fun of me? (Lily'mind '): oops! I hadn't realized yet that I was in a game before, it all seems too realistic ... (Lily): sorry, I forgot! (Ryle): okay, anyway you are suspicious, let's go check please, be careful of the step when you go out the door! (Lily): yes, ok but so how do I activate the magic? (Ryle): it depends on your status and your skills obviously, come on let's go now. I left the room with Ryle and we went down the spiral stairs to a kind of cellar illuminated by a purple light that did not seem to come from anywhere, in the room that looked like a laboratory of a fairy tale wizard or a mad scientist chemist, there is they were books, ampoules, tables, phosphorescent stones, flowers and a lot of other things, it was really fantastic, on a wall there was a dark mirror which instead of reflecting the light seemed to absorb it. (Ryle): see that's the mirror of truth, now touch it and show me your identity! (Lily): o ... ok ... I was afraid but I immediately calmed down because I was convinced it was a game. As soon as I touched the mirror I felt as if covered with a gelatinous patina, it was truly realistic. (Chat): does an artifact want to access your status, allow? [YES] or [NO] I chose [YES] in thought (Chat): is it impossible to log in until you accept the other requests, accept everything? [YES] or [NO] As in an account creation where you should read an infinite number of terms and conditions, I ignored everything and chose [YES]. (Chat): . [unique skills] unlockable; [hidden status] added; [easy mode] enhanced; . . . [legacy of Emily] obtained; [status of Emily] added; Unique skill [Space unit transfer] available; . . . [MAX LEVEL] reached; [Race increase] × 99; Unique title: [she who exceeds all limits] obtained! In the chat an infinite column of minor voices (for the most part acquired skills, titles and power-ups) began to flow, I did not want to read and then temporarily deactivates the chat, meanwhile on the mirror that now became transparent what appeared publicly it would have been my status: [ID]: Lily White [Race]: human [Age]: 17 [Level]: 25 [Titles]: [She who wets the bed] [Work]: none [Hierarchy]: common I blushed slightly for the embarrassing title and now I noticed mirroring that my appearance had changed, in addition to the purple hair I could notice that I had a prettier nose and big purple eyes, my breast had also grown at least one size, surely I was more attractive as before, also the jeans that I thought no longer had traces of my accident showed a slightly visible halo. As I watched what was left of my previous accident, I saw a flashing writing in the right corner: (Notice): 2 × [inherited inventory] acquired, do you want to redeem? [YES] or [NO] I chose [YES] but I didn't see anything happen because I had disabled the chat. (Lily'mind '): strange, the things written in the mirror do not correspond well to what I read in the chat ... also I don't know why but I have a strange feeling ... (Ryle): Level twenty-five! You have a fairly high level ... I didn't think you were so strong, are you an adventurer by chance? I turned to Ryle and on his head, I read [level 23] (Lily'mind '): who knows how I should answer ... I'm probably not an adventurer and I don't feel like telling lies ... (Lily): no, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'm not an adventurer ... An instant after I said it I felt like an impulse as if I felt the buzz of an insect near my ear similar to a feeling of light fear, I turned suddenly I found myself a dagger pointed at the throat, I remained completely motionless. ~ psshhh ~ I probably lost a bit from sudden fear and I could feel a slight humility on the crotch of my panties, probably a wet stain was also visible on my jeans. (Fox woman): Who are you? Compared to last night, your mere presence makes me freeze their blood! The fox woman in front of me was frightening, her red eyes and protruding canines together with the bright red blade of the dagger pointed at my throat instilled an intense fear that I had rarely experienced before, however, I could not help but notice how fascinating she was, his human face with perfect features and his golden fur shone under the soft and mysterious soft light, moreover, the fear I felt was drastically reduced when I remembered that I was probably in a game, also I noticed that Ryle was no longer nearby. (Lily'mind '): damn it! Will it kill me? I do not know what to do... But then I realized that she was probably more afraid of me. (Lily'mind '): wait ... is she maybe ... shaking !? are you scared of me? reading above her I also read her level [82] and thought that although I was [Max Level] on the mirror I read [25]. Looking at it better I realized that in his face there was fear besides his anger, his legs also trembled. (Lily): hem ... wait, are you the "mistress" that Ryle told me about? Don't hurt yourself, after all, I want to thank you for bringing me here after finding me in the woods ... (Fox woman): don't even try to deceive me and show me your true level and who you really are! (Lily'mind '): probably my level is higher than you read on the mirror and this fox woman can somehow see that I'm hiding it. (Fox woman): from your silence can I deduce that you didn't wait to be discovered? (Lily): no, it is that ... you see I am not yet practical of how the game mechanics work and therefore if you want to see who they really are you will have to wait for a little ... in the meantime could you lower the blade, please? It makes me uncomfortable as it looks really realistic ... (Fox woman): from what you say it seems that you are pretending to be a hero summoned from another world ... don't fool me! I just tried to see myself telling the truth with the [lie detection] spell but it looks like it can't activate magic on you, how do you explain this to me? After the fox woman said this it occurred to me that Ryle couldn't clean up my jeans, so I opened the chat again and read the latest rumors: (Chat): The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] use the skill [Coercion]; [Coercion] skill obtained; [Coercion resistance] skill gained; The [all-knowing eye] artifact was destroyed after attempting to access your status The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] use the skill [death threat]; Death threat skill gained; Threat resistance gained; (Lily'mind '): apparently, if they use a skill on me I get the skill and resistance to it ... it's comfortable, it seems almost illegal ... I kept reading the chat (Chat): The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] wants to use the [lie detection] spell on you, agree? [Yes] or [No] I decided to choose [Yes]. (Fox woman): it looks like my spell has activated now ... did you say something about a fair game before? (Lily): it activated because I consented to the activation request in the chat ... (Fox woman'mind '): she said "chat" and "game", in addition, she has the ability to resist a high-level spell ... also ... [Level 25] ... there is no doubt... (Fox woman): girl, are you a person transported from another world? (Lily): hem ... is it a code to identify among the players? (Fox woman): girl, I can assure you that as much as what you find around it may seem like a game is 100% real, I know because I have dealt with both reincarnated and transported ... once I also witnessed the evocation of a hero. (Lily'mind '): however realistic what I have seen so far I cannot understand how such a thing is possible ... (Fox woman): you don't believe me? I read it in your eyes, I assure you that it is perfectly normal for people from other worlds to believe that it is a dream or a game. The summoned heroes usually take a month to settle in, the reincarnates instead die and meet God who explains the whole situation to him, unfortunately, the transported are the most difficult cases they believe in their situation, the latter usually end up killed by monsters or commit suicide because they can't get out of the dream ... their appearance is usually characterized by purple-colored hair and their basic level is 25! (Lily): it could be the truth ... after all, it is too realistic to be a game or a dream ... but my logic does not allow me to believe such an affirmation so easily ... (Fox woman): if you are a transported person you should have something called [inventory] right? Later I found two letters in the inventory, one from a certain God Khelthux and one from my friend Emily, the latter broadly explaining the situation I was in, giving me advice on how to live in this world, advising to learn the magic and to exploit the power I had, warning me not to go against the gods and not to divulge modern technology, in the end, it ended with the promise that we would see each other again in the future and that waiting for that moment I could enjoy this world with tranquility Fantasy. Once convinced that I am not in a simulation or that I am dreaming I learned how the menu, status, and map, I also understood that I could change my public level to my liking, I decided to temporarily set it to 99 to justify how resisted the skills and magic of the fox woman who later introduced herself as Tarasha Tawakhir, she asked me questions about what I had in my inventory, which I noticed to be full of objects, food, and weapons, more or less like someone's inventory who had finished any RPG and who had a passion for collecting a multitude of different items. I also realized that not being therefore in a virtual world, I had wet the bed and leaked in a real-world, this made me blush and on impulse I changed my clothes to not leave more traces of my embarrassing accidents, I noticed that I could change the dress with the [quick changing] of my inventory, I removed all my clothes remaining completely naked in front of Tarasha who turned to give me some privacy, I put on a pair of pink briefs called [Emily's panties], a pink top called [Emily's bra], a silk shirt called [water charm] and a dark green pleated skirt. (Lily): ok now that we have clarified that I am not a danger, you could tell me where Ryle went, since I appeared I have never seen him. I had also tried to look for it on the map but have not yet learned how it worked I could not find it. (Tarasha): oh, since I didn't know who I was I put it in a subspace to protect it. Suddenly Ryle reappeared from nowhere, Tarasha and I explained the situation to him in outline, and then we also discussed with him until the evening. I learned that in this world there were 116 weeks of 6 days, so one year had 696 days and each of them lasted 26 hours instead of 24 hours and that at the moment we were in the 19 hours of the day, therefore almost at sunset. We ate all three together, the dinner was made up of a single dish, similar to a mixed vegetable soup, after eating a spoon the easy way started to analyze it, it annoyed me and therefore I deactivated it, I also realized that without the easy mode it activates my sense of taste and smell develop at various levels, for example, the soup which was not bad after the deactivation of the easy mode seemed very good. (Lily): Tarasha, you are and have been a strong sorceress and warrior right? (Tarasha): I don't claim to be the best but I'm obviously powerful enough, why? (Lily): Well I would like to explore this world and to do it I would have the basis on how to survive. (Ryle): Do you want to explore the world? Do you mean that you will become an adventurer? (Lily): and why not? So Tarasha would you be willing to teach me? (Tarasha): for me there is no problem, I am curious to find out what the potential of an abnormal transported person like you is after all. (Ryle): But, my mistress, you promised tomorrow that we would hunt a demon together ... (Tarasha): oh Ryle, I'm sure you can wait another week, after all, it was too early anyway ... Don't think about skipping training though! (Ryle): As you wish ... From how he looked at me in the next time, Ryle seemed envious but not very much. After dinner, I went to sleep on Tarasha's advice, who promised me that the next morning he would give me some bases on fighting and monsters following my declaration of wanting to become an adventurer and explore this world. Before going to sleep, in addition to reactivating the easy mode and changing my clothes again, I looked at my inventory and I could not help ordering the weapons and items acquired from the inheritance well, I felt happy, rich and powerful but even a little cheater with everything I had acquired without any apparent merit, it was all so beautiful, I saw the titles that had been assigned to me, from [the one who wets the bed] to [the one who exceeds all limits] and the skills I had learned. The thing that intrigued me most was the magic but I had no idea how to use it, I was attracted by the [magic globe] and the [sacred tome] that I had in the inventory, in the description it was written that infusing the power of the soul in them you could learn the spell, I wasn't in the skin, I wanted to do a myriad of things but I also wanted to sleep to be careful the next day. Before going to sleep, I remembered that time I got an account of an MMORPG game in a closed beta from another player who had spent many months playing and therefore had obtained a high level and an inventory full of rare items. Obviously, it wasn't the same as finding yourself in a fantasy world but the feeling of being a cheater was the same. After this thought, I closed my eyes and since the interface and the chat didn't make me sleepy, I decided to temporarily disable them together with the easy mode, and finally, I fell asleep. (Tarasha): Girl, wake up, it's dawn, let's hurry otherwise all the high-level monsters in the woods will go to sleep! I woke up with Tarasha's words, the first thing I noticed was the need to pee and more. (Lily): where is the toilet? (Tarasha): hem ... unfortunately, there is no one in this refuge, you will have to go outside, do you have an armor in the inventory? No matter how strong a [level 99] is, I don't think you would be unharmed without having skills or magic ... Although I had a strong need to go to the bathroom I could not help but notice Tarasha's light robes, they were of a vermilion-colored fabric, tight enough to highlight its splendid curves which were accentuated more by the white band that had in life to which a small black bag was tied, but I had no time to admire them. (Lily'mind '): I have to go to the bathroom! (Lily): I think I have armor in the inventory, a second, I get dressed and I'm ready to go! I really needed to pee, after all, I didn't go to the bathroom since my previous awakening, if I ran my hand over my abdomen I felt swollen probably because of the fullness of my bladder: "it's a miracle that I didn't wet the bed in my sleep" I thought, moreover, I also felt a moderate fullness in the bowels, it was probably at least 4 days that I didn't take a dump. I desperately searched the inventory of suitable clothes to go out into a forest full of monsters, all while I had one hand on my thigh and the other firmly inserted into my groin. (Lily'mind '): I have to choose quickly otherwise I will have another accident ... but I must be careful not to wear too overpowered or too expensive clothes, I need something medium ... as Emily advised me. I could not concentrate too much because of my need, I felt my mind almost split in trying to stay focused and leave neither a drop nor a small fart to leave my body. Eventually, I left Emily's underwear on and put on an armor [Armor of the black dragon], it was a black armor that included a skimpy black top, a medium-length skirt and shiny leather ankle boots, I chose it because it wasn't a magical object but still gave fair protection. (Tarasha): hey ... but ... how the heck did you get such a thing ... Tarasha looked frightened again before me: "I probably exaggerated ..." I thought. Tarasha didn't even notice the pee dance I was doing, which further delayed my relief. We went down the spiral stairs and left the house, around me I saw a multitude of trees and plants of various colors that shone with the first light of dawn and that almost made me forget my urgent need. ~ prrffft ~ Until a dry fart reminded me of my situation. (Lily): oh sorry, could you wait a moment, please ?! (Tarasha): don't worry, go ahead ... but watch out for the monsters! I didn't even answer, I sprang behind a bush with some droplets of urine dripping between my legs, spread my legs and lowered the panties I went down into a squat and I began to pee at full strength, obviously being careful not to splash my skirt too much. ~ psssssssssss ~ about a minute passed and my flow was reduced to a thread, until it stopped completely, now that I was calmer I heard the pleasant song of the birds and the scent of the flowers which obscured the smell of the vapors of the pee puddle. ~ frrt ~ A mischievous fart warmed my buttocks and reminded me that I had not yet finished my business. Once I finished releasing the bowels I felt incredibly relaxed, emptied of my problems, it was a fantastic feeling to go and do my needs so outdoors like a fantasy world, almost exciting. (Tarasha): Lily! Alright? And while I was enjoying my moment Tarasha screamed my name and ruined the atmosphere. (Lily): yes! Wait a moment and I'm coming! I took some pieces of cloth from my inventory and cleaned myself, then I looked at the panties that I still had wrapped around my legs, they had a small dark pink stain but nothing that would not dry quickly, I pulled them up, I put leaves to cover the area where I made my needs and washed my hands with a bottle that I had in the inventory. It was not the first time (Lily): here I am, sorry if I made you wait, so what can you teach me? (Tarasha): it's up to you, you said you want to be the right adventurer? (Lily): yes, I would like you to explain to me how magic is used! (Tarasha): oh, do you attract spells? (Lily): yes, I would like to become a magician! (Tarasha): well, then first of all could you tell me how much mana and soul power you have? (Lily'mind '): I must be careful to say something credible ... I went to my status and checked my statistics: {Lily's Stats [MAX Level]} [Health Points]: 999+ [Health recovery]: MAX [Vitality]: 999+ [Stamina]: 999+ [Stamina recovery]: MAX [Resistance]: 999+ [Mana point]: 999+ [Mana Recovery]: MAX [Magic resistance]: 999+ [Soul authority]: MAX [Power of the soul]: MAX [Brain power]: 999+ [Come on]: 999+ [Agility]: 999+ [Dexterity]: 999+ [Vision]: 999+ [Self-check]: 999+ [Bladder]: 100 [Bladder fullness]: 4% [Bowels]: 100 [Bowels fullness]: 2% I wondered why they were present in separate statistics such as [Bladder] and [Bowels], however, it didn't take a genius to understand that my statistics were far beyond very good and therefore I didn't know how to answer: "maybe I should activate the easy mode "fortunately I thought. Once activated a mini description appeared next to my statistics, thanks to it I understood that the average human being [level 10] had about 30 [MP], the soul power, however, was more mysterious, in the infobox there was nothing, with or without easy mode, the same was true of [Soul authority]. I also decided to disable the easy mode because I wanted to enjoy the landscape without continuous analysis or suppression of the sense of smell. (Lily): I have 330 MP and would like to keep my soul power secret if possible. I thought that for a [level 99] 330 MP was right. (Tarasha): if you are telling the truth then I can deduce that you are a perfect [Level 99] balanced, interesting ... I agree on keeping secret the power of the soul, not even I will tell you mine. The chat at that moment gave me a warning signal, I opened it and read: (Chat): Skill [Absolute revelation] resisted; Skill [Absolute revelation] buys; (Lily'mind '): Do you want to see my statistics? It seems that without the easy mode activated you cannot see who is using the ability against me, but I still get the ability, interesting. (Lily): so what? Can you teach me magic? (Tarasha): if you mean primordial magic or sacred magic obviously not, but for arcane magic, there is no problem, you have enough MP to also cast prohibited spells, but first I would like to ask you something, do you have the skill [Chant]? I immediately went to check but I didn't. (Lily): unfortunately not, why? (Tarasha): because arcane magic includes 3 phases of casting a spell, Visualization, Chant and Activation, without the ability [Chant] unfortunately you cannot cast a spell ... apart from a few exceptions ... (Lily): and how do I go about acquiring it? (Tarasha): there are many ways, the easiest is to study at the magic academy and another widespread is to use a sealing object with the ability inside, the latter, however, is rare and its cost is high, probably it even costs more than the dragonic armor you wear. (Lily): What if I teach you the skill without having to go to the academy? (Tarasha): it wouldn't be a problem for me but it takes years to learn [Chant], it's not that simple, as far as I'm concerned I recommend you train with a weapon and then learn magic. (Lily'mind '): 2 years is too long ... (Lily): okay, so what weapon would you recommend me to use? (Tarasha): I see that you understand when it is not necessary to insist, as far as the weapon is concerned, obviously it depends on you, which weapon would you like to use? As far as I am concerned, I am skilled with both the ax and the long broadsword so if you choose one of the two I can help you more easily to learn the necessary skills. (Lily): I like the greatsword, so let's start? (Tarasha): Do you have a sword in your inventory? (Lily): yes most likely I have it ... (Tarasha): well, get it out. While I was looking for one of the various swords, one who had statistics on average Tarasha took from the bag that had tied a broad green metal sword at the waist as long as its height and with a width and thickness that made it seem truly imposing. (Lily): nice sword ... also ... is that bag bottomless? (Tarasha): I see you have an eye, yes this is a sword it is called made with ancient elven techniques and it is made of orichalcum, it is an enchanted bag with space magic, obviously, it has a capacity limit. In the end, after comparing several swords for more than a minute, I took out a simple enchanted steel sword, Tarasha's reaction was like what I would have had in the previous world if they had promised me the last smartphone as a gift and had presented themselves with a model from the previous year and second-hand, of course, I was happy because I didn't want to catch the eye. (Tarasha): I see that you have your weapon, to acquire the skill just train or kill an enemy with the aforementioned weapon, however perfecting it is difficult, there are two ways, the first is to use the experience and the second is increasing level, obviously, you who are already [Level 99] will struggle in both things, as regards the experience it is difficult to accumulate at high levels, also I do the extreme effort, as regards the level up it is rumored that for a human or semi-human to pass level 99 is impossible ... Obviously, I was not level 99 since I had no problems entering a number thousands of times greater, but this thing was comfortable in certain points of view, also I went to my status and took a look in the skills area, in addition to the skills I had I could notice that I had a practically infinite reserve of experience, I tried to enhance the unique skill [Space unit transfer], I noticed that skill had 10 levels of enhancement and that even by maximizing the skill my experience points did not conceal in the least. (Lily): it's not a problem, I just need to learn the skill, so to hang it I just need to kill a monster with this sword? (Tarasha): yes, for one of your level monsters in the vicinity should not be a problem even without magic or skills, the only being that probably can damage you is a greater Demon or a dragon but in my whole life they are beings rarely appeared. (Lily): shall we go then? (Tarasha): yes, let's see if you can keep up with me! Tarasha suddenly shot in the middle of the woods, her movements were perfect, thanks to my statistics I didn't make the slightest effort to run after her but thanks to my abnormal sight I could see how perfect her movements were, every step in the middle of the trees seemed to be expected 10 steps first. (Tarasha'mind '): he manages to stay behind me, incredible ... the people transported are unfair ... While we were running in the forest I saw many animals that I knew like deer and wild boars, and foxes but also animals that I had never seen as a large spider that made me shiver. (Lily'mind '): I wonder where we are going, running at this speed we would have traveled a very long space ... (Lily): Shouldn't I learn to use the sword? I asked after I approached Tarasha who stopped (Tarasha): I thought I'd take you for a ride through the woods, do you like it? (Lily): it's gorgeous! (Tarasha): And anyway you didn't acquire skills while running? Normally you should get the [Fast step] skill just by running, also running at a similar speed I wouldn't be surprised even if I had obtained directly [Flash step] together with some high-sounding title ... (Lily): I didn't get any skills or titles ... (Tarasha): normally for a person with few abilities it is enough to perform actions that put them in difficulty for (Lily): Well, I had no problem running, maybe that's why I didn't get the skill ... (Tarasha): no problem !? Nobody could stand behind me without magic or skill! (Lily): I don't know what to tell you ... (Tarasha): Okay now I'm going to stop surprising myself, however, there is little time, let's hurry! (Lily): little time for what? (Tarasha): to make the danger of this world-known at Level 99 you need a dungeon, in the center of the woods there is one and the door remains open only during sunrise, for this, we must hurry! (Lily): a dungeon? Not serving the preparations to enter it? (Tarasha): oh, don't worry, I prepared everything myself, however, we won't go deep, I just want to show you what kind of beings populate this world! (Lily'mind '): I don't really mind at all, I have always loved dungeons and mazes full of monsters where you can level-up safely, even if they are maximum level ... Tarasha and I arrived at the entrance of the dungeon, it was a simple hole 10 meters (33 ft) in diameter with 4 pillars on the sides and which had inside a spiral staircase of white marble, as soon as I put my foot on the first step the map changed, unlike before it was also completely empty, probably because it was an unknown place where I had never been. (Tarasha): ■■ [luminary] A globe of light formed in front of us. (Lily): wonderful! (Tarasha): it is simple basic magic, it will be useful since the dungeon in some areas is completely dark. We started to go down the stairs and shortly after I heard an uproar rumbling and a cold current of upward wind lifted my skirt exposing my panties. (Lily): what's going on? (Tarasha): probably the entrance has closed ... (Lily): wait for what?! ... are you serious? So we got stuck? (Tarasha): maybe I should have told you that we would spend the whole day here ... (Lily): well, it certainly wouldn't have made me unhappy! I said that even though the idea of exploring a real dungeon filled with excitement. (Tarasha): let's go, once you get to the tenth floor we will have a nice camp where to have breakfast! (Lily): I agree very much, I really want to learn some skills! We finished going down the stairs and we started walking through the tunnels, on the sides of them the colored crystals reflected Tarasha's sphere of light, it was truly a dream show, after a while, I finally saw a monster that could be attacked with the sword to acquire the ability. (Tarasha): Do you see Lily? Tarasha pointed to a bear-sized creature, he was turned away from us but we could still see the length of his claws sticking out from the sturdy arms covered with thick brown fur, however despite the imposingness of his body he was only level 16. (Lily): yes! (Tarasha): it is a giant mole, it is not a particularly dangerous monster, it is blind but manages to orient itself with the sense of smell and hearing if there is one, there are probably many others nearby, for two of our level even a hundred of them could not bother us in the least, but whatever the opponent we meet, I recommend you pay close attention! (Lily): I understand, maximum attention! (Tarasha): Now attack that mole, let me see how you handle that broadsword. After Tarasha's recommendations, I squeezed my weapon tightly and with a light step I approached the mole, it practically ignored me until I was right behind it, all the time I continue to dig the rock but when I was behind it turned and with the sharp claws probably tried to cut my neck, of course, I dodged the blow with extreme ease but nevertheless, one or two droplets left my bladder and moistened the crotch of my panties, it did not matter that the level of this monster was lower than that Tarasha or mine, the appearance and size of the monster scare me enough. But the small insignificant accident made my blood boil, mostly from embarrassment. Once I dodged the cops, I tightened the sword again and with an oblique swing I cut the mole in two parts, this emitted a suffocated and torn scream before falling to the sun with a thump that almost shook the ground, I remember that I thought: "that sucks "at the sight of the blood that sprinkled the floor but I recovered immediately. (Tarasha): congratulations, an excellent cut, have you learned any skills? (Lily'mind '): I hope I have no way of seeing that my bladder has betrayed me against an infinitely weaker monster than me! (Lily): unfortunately, it would seem not ... I read the chat for any unlocked skills but found nothing, to be sure I checked the list of skills but nothing new. (Tarasha): so if you don't need them you don't learn them ... to get you some skills we have to find a way to put you in difficulty ... (Lily): but basically, if I'm not in difficulty I don't need the right skills? Let's not worry too much, let me see rather the beauty of this dungeon or some other monster! (Tarasha): you're right ... I reasoned based on common sense that tells me that without basic skills you can't stay, but in the end, you're right, when you need it you will get the skills you need. Now be careful, they surrounded us! (Lily'mind '): you shouldn't say it with a smile on your mouth! A large number of giant moles were arriving in the tunnel, they probably felt threatened the moment they heard the dying cry of one of their kind. (Tarasha): you think of those in front of us, I will fix those that come behind us! (Lily): yes! The average level of giant moles was 20, I sprinted forward and killed 3 with a single horizontal cut, it was easy. (Tarasha): ■■■ [light body barrier] Tarasha put the weapon back in the bag, took a wand, and chose to use magic. (Tarasha): ■■■ [Multiple light dart] Once he killed about thirty giant moles I didn't see anymore, I turned around and vines Tarasha shining with green light as he launched with a wand a multitude of rays of light that pierced the moles from side to side, however, these did not die instantly and they were getting closer to Tarasha. (Lily): I come to support you! (Tarasha): no need, don't worry! As soon as the moles surrounded her, she put away her wand and pulled a golden halberd out of the bag, with a swing of her right arm she cut in half the entire group of giant moles that had approached her and put to flight the others who dug holes in the walls and disappeared. (Tarasha): I didn't want to use a magic weapon or a spell with area damage to avoid frightening them but I think the corpses are enough ... maybe they are too many ... (Lily): what do you mean? (Tarasha): ■■■■ [infinite storage subspace] A wave of light filled the cave and all the giant moles vanished. (Lily): amazing ... how can you keep all these moles ... (Tarasha): I took them only to use them as baits later, giant moles are not profitable, moreover, the consumption of mana to keep the subspace active is not insignificant, however, we will need them. (Lily): for what? (Tarasha): it's a surprise of course. Tarasha and I went deeper with other flights of stairs, we didn't meet other monsters, probably because Tarasha used some particular magic, he seemed to be in a hurry: "maybe he's hungry" I thought. (Tarasha): we have arrived, after this corridor, we will finally be on the tenth floor. (Lily): ok, so little time is left for breakfast eh. As they walked towards the ramp Tarasha grabbed my hand suddenly. (Lily): what's going on? (Tarasha): there is something big. (Lily): for example? (Tarasha): it looks like a mole but its level is higher than 50, it is probably a giant mole king ... The ceiling vibrated and a lot of sand and rubble fell, then from the wall to my right claws landed pointing to my face, I dodged them easily but the fright made me lose a jet of hot urine. (Lily): whaaaat! What is that?! (Tarasha'mind '): dodged such a shot without skill ... impossible! (Tarasha): You must know that older giant moles get retractable claws. The long and sharp claws retreated and after a while they resurfaced out of the opposite direction, this time the target was Tarasha who instead of dodging them cut them with the halberd making the monster growl that finally came out in the open, it was a giant mole of level 63, unlike the moles of before, his hair was gray and smooth, his teeth much more protruding and the burr dripped from his mouth. (Tarasha): Do you want to try to fight it? (Lily): okay ... I was slightly scared but I didn't hesitate for a second, I shook the weapon and with a vertical cut I tried to divide it in half as with the other giant moles, but this time it didn't go as I hoped, with its claws, it cut my sword, and subsequently he tried to hit me with them, even if I didn't expect it, I managed to dodge anyway, he tried to hit me again but Tarasha got in the way, with his bare fingers he grabbed the claws of the monster and with the halberd he hit him throwing him strongly on the wall and making the floor tremble. (Tarasha): Huff ... the magic of physical enhancement is exhausting! Finish the mole and put it in your inventory, unlike the ones before, this is worth a lot of gold coins, hurry up I really want to make a ... break ... (Lily): oh, okay ... I took a new sword from my inventory, this time a little better than before to avoid being left unarmed and I put the mole's corpse in the inventory after I gave it the coup de grace. As they walked towards the flight of spiral stairs I could notice a slight change in Tarasha's casual way of walking, it was as if she was trying to walk naturally and elegantly, moreover, the speed of her steps had slightly increased. We arrived at the spiral stairs and she asked me to go down first, I asked no questions and went on, once we reached the end of the stairs we found ourselves in front of a vault that emerged in a huge cave, unlike the narrow, dark tunnels and cramps on the upper floors here the atmosphere was peaceful, butterfly-like insects fluttered, there was a huge crystal on the ceiling that illuminated all corners of the cave, there was green grass on the ground and in the center, I could see a small mirror of water. (Lily): this place is amazing ... (Tarasha): I'm glad you like it, if you like you can go near the pond and find a space to have breakfast, I should hurry ... private matters ... It was then that I finally noticed that Tarasha probably needed to pee, I preferred not to ask questions and leave her her privacy even if in my mind the image of the beautiful Foxkin wetting her pants like a child passed through my head making me blush. (Lily): hem ... ok After a slight hesitation due to the anxiety of being alone, I decided to go to the pond to give Tarasha her privacy. She went away quite a bit, when I arrived at the pond I saw her still walking until she disappeared behind a rock. I sat on the grass around the pond and opened the skill log. Skill [coercion] Skill [death threat] Skill [Absolute revelation] Skill [Sevilathien's language] Unique skill [Space unit transfer]; Unique skill [Self-taught]; Locked skill [HIDDEN] To see if the hidden ability could be unlocked I tried to activate the easy mode, but no change, I tried to select the skill [Absolute revelation], it was level 1, I tried to use a skill point to enhance it and it became level 2, for level 3 ten skill points were needed, for 4 needed one hundred, etc., once taken to level 5 I stopped and tried to activate it, with a bit of concentration I managed it, I seemed to see in black and white for a moment and then everything in my view took on a different color and brilliance, the butterflies were blue and the green grass, in the distance I could see an intense purple light, it was Tarasha, I don't know how but thinking about his name its status. [ID]: Tarasha Tawakhir [Race]: Foxkin [Age]: 37 [Level]: 82 [Titles]: hidden [Work]: hidden [Hierarchy]: viscountess Visible statistics: [Bladder]: 73 [Bladder fullness]: 94% [Bowels]: 82 [Bowels fullness]: 61% (Lily'mind '): incredible! First Tarasha used this ability on me, how strange that he can only see some statistics ... Anyway, I was right, he needed to water the flowers ... As I watched the fullness percentage of Tarasha's bladder started to go down and I blushed thinking about what she was doing at that moment, it was then that I noticed something, on the numbers of the statistics there was like a pointer, as if I could write or to delete. "I could wait for his bladder to empty ... and then ... refill it?!?" A thought occurred to me that made me slightly excited and warm my cheeks. [Bladder fullness]: 10% (Lily'mind '): It doesn't seem to empty itself anymore ... I was about to rethink but in the end, I decided to try, I concentrated on the percentage and with an enormous effort I made it go up by two or three numbers, I was not satisfied and then I tried again but I could not make it go up, I took it as a challenge and I tried again and again, but unfortunately I lost track of time. (Tarasha): what is that expression? Alright? (Lily): Huh? And I found myself in front of Tarasha, which caught me off guard and with the deconcentration I deactivated the spell but not before adding a zero in the percentage that made it reach 130% (Tarasha): Ouch! What happens!? Tarasha crossed her legs and slumped to the ground. ~ psssssssssssssshhh ~ A continuous stream of urine poured into its vermilion dress which started to form a puddle. (Tarasha): ■■■■ [infinite storage subspace] The beautiful Foxkin activated the subspace in her panties to avoid further damage but already after 10 seconds of flow, she was completely drenched. (Tarasha): how did this happen? I who had witnessed the scene was completely speechless, I knew that I should have apologized but I didn't want to confess that it was I who caused her to have an accident, I felt guilty but I certainly liked what I saw. Her dress was soaked and shiny as her eyes where I could see embarrassment and confusion which then turned into intense anger. (Tarasha): Lily ... by any chance you? I'm not accusing you but ... you know I just emptied my bladder and it's impossible that it refilled again in such a short time! I did not know what to say (Lily): Tarasha I really ... actually ... I ... sorry ... I didn't do it on purpose ... I bowed my head to accentuate the effect of the apology and because I didn't want to meet his gaze. (Tarasha): so it was you eh? (Lily): are you angry? (Tarasha): absolutely not, if you didn't do it on purpose I can't be angry with you, do you think? Do I seem angry to you? He said it with a slightly forced smile but that still made me calm. (Lily): sorry again! (Tarasha): ■■ [Quick drying] The wet stain disappeared. (Tarasha): enough, let's pretend nothing happened, wines let's have breakfast now. Even if she seemed calm I had the doubt that she was quite angry, this because she didn't ask me how I had filled her bladder and that therefore she already had the answer or she was thinking of revenge, obviously they were only guesses, looking at her she doesn't seem angry just a little embarrassed, after a few minutes I stopped thinking about it and turned off the easy mode to enjoy the breakfast we would have gone for. Tarasha chose a place near the lake, from a subspace she took a table and two chairs and pulled a cloche, two cups, and a teapot out of the magic bag. (Tarasha): sit down Lily too. I sat on what was probably a wooden chair, the white color it had and the smoothing sensation it gave to the touch were those of marble, even the coffee table was of the same material, all with the spring atmosphere and the stone that illuminates the cave they brought me back to the times when I lived at my grandmother's house in the Alps, this made me feel for the first time a feeling of nostalgia, but the bad mood passed immediately and the joy pervaded me when I saw what was hidden underneath the cloche, while I thought Tarasha had uncovered it and now what I saw was a silver platter with a huge variety of pastries and various sweets on it, I noticed the sweets that I loved to eat in my old world, there were a croissant, a krapfen, a scone, and a danish pastry. (Lily): Tarasha, by chance these sweets are common in this world? (Tarasha): well, I think so ... obviously, they are not very popular because to prepare them you need expensive ingredients such as sugar whose refining is difficult and the production by spell consumes a good quality of magical power ... why are you interested? Have you seen them before? (Lily): yes, I had already eaten them ... I took a Danish in my hand and contemplated the skill with which they had been made. (Lily): did you prepare them yourself? (Tarasha): obviously, they are one of my specialties. (Lily): well then, can I taste it? (Tarasha): certainly. I took a bite. (Lily'mind '): truly delicious! (Tarasha): Do you like it? (Lily): it tastes fantastic! (Tarasha): well, I'm happy both to your liking, I prepare the Tea. Tarasha took spheres from the bag, looking more closely I realized that it was herbs and leaves understood and rolled upon themselves. (Tarasha): ■■ [Create water] The teapot filled with steaming hot water, Tarasha inserted the spheres inside. After a short time, he poured the liquid which had taken an amber color in the cups, sat down, and took a croissant. Without thinking about it, I took the cup and drank the contents in a few seconds, the taste was excellent, I didn't quite understand what herbs there were but it was delicious and perfectly matched the flavor of the Danish. Without thinking about it, I continued to fill my cup and gobble the tea until the teapot was completely empty. (Lily): sorry Tarasha, I could not hold back, congratulations also the Tea was very good. (Tarasha): don't worry so much I wasn't thirsty, besides I'm glad you liked it. She said it with a smile and a truly disturbing look as if she was plotting something, but I didn't give it any weight. After a relaxing chat we got up from the table and Tarasha put everything away, unfortunately, I didn't realize that he hadn't even taken a sip from his cup. (Tarasha): from here on, the floors will start from the hundredth, each level will be numbered and always decreasing in size, today we will go down by 50 floors thus reaching the fiftieth, get ready to go down! (Lily): I'm ready ... but I have a doubt, if we first met a level 60 monster, going down so low what can we meet? (Tarasha): do not worry, the giant moles are an exception, also what we have come down to now was not the real dungeon, but a simple entrance to it, you must know that the dungeon extends over a large surface and has more secondary entrances besides this main one. (Lily'mind '): I understand, this dungeon must be huge ... We crossed the whole cave to a huge statue, looked like a humanoid figure, was carved on a pedestal, and had no face. "Stand back," Tarasha said in a calm voice as she approached the pedestal of the statue. (Tarasha): ■■■■ [Mana transfer] A blue aura enveloped the fox woman who placed both hands on the pedestal of the statue. (Lily'mind '): incredible ... the statue moves! The aura had completely enveloped the statue and after that it had moved, leaving a corridor free with lanterns on both sides, on the architrave of the entrance there was written "100". (Tarasha): so close! I have almost used up my mana to get it moving, but thanks to that we will quickly get to the twentieth floor without having to switch between weak and annoying monsters. (Lily): what do you mean? Wasn't it supposed to be the main entrance? (Tarasha): it is but it is not used by anyone because, in order to enter the statue must be absorbed by a very high number of MPs, for this reason, all adventurers prefer the entrance near the capital or the one on the borders with the sacred empire of Lalostvane. (Lily'mind '): I wonder how big this dungeon is if it even reaches the borders with another country ... (Lily): out of pure curiosity ... how much mana did you spend to move the statue? (Tarasha): about 200 MP why? (Lily): two hundred !? Wouldn't it have been better for you to destroy it? (Tarasha): it is a statue made of a particular magic alloy, its hardness is very high and magic has no effect on it. (Lily): I understand ... you still need to recover mana? (Tarasha): don't worry, now let's go down quickly, I want you to fight some opponent worthy of the name and maybe learn the skill. We walked through the entrance and walked what looked like a tunnel hundreds of meters long, at the end of it there was a huge illuminated rectangular room with dozens of doors on the sides and another staircase in the center that went down. (Tarasha): from this level onwards there will be monsters, obviously, with their silly levels, they will be child's play but pay attention anyway. "okay" I answered After that, we went down again, this time the room was slightly darker but both in shape and color it was the same as that of the upper floor, this time however there was written "99" instead of "100". (Tarasha): this room is a safe place, there are two on each floor, however, to get to the next one we have to go through the territory of the monsters. We headed into one of the side corridors to the room, they were narrower than the tunnels where we met the giant moles and therefore I decided to change my weapon into a short sword with excellent statistics, Tarasha made my way, he seemed to know perfectly how to move in these narrow corridors. "scavenger rat," Tarasha said after turning immediately after turning a corner. (Tarasha): die! "Wow she's slain it instantly" this I thought after jumping backward almost losing control of my bladder. (Tarasha): sorry but unfortunately these beings remind me of a dark period of my life. (Lily): okay, don't worry ... anyway, what do you mean by dark period? (Tarasha): nothing special ... it's just that during my childhood when I was still a weak and defenseless child, these rats didn't make me sleep at night ... (Lily): in what sense? Couldn't your parents drive them out or put some mousetraps? (Tarasha): unfortunately, my parents sold me to a slave trader because they were too poor to take care of me, but I don't want to victimize you also because this is neither the time nor the place to talk about my past, so go on! Even though I didn't want to be indelicate, I couldn't help asking for more details, like when I liked a character in a game and wanted to discover his lore or like when I was delighted in finding a hidden quest. (Lily): So there is still market and slave trade in this world? oh, sorry if I touched a sore button, if you don't want to talk about it it doesn't matter ... (Tarasha): slaves are considered as commodities, and their value depends significantly on race, also because there have been laws that protect the health of human slaves, such as the one where I was born, but not being human, I do not I had the right to be subject to these laws. It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's just not the right time, also I warn you, among adventurers, there is an unwritten rule that forbids asking other adventurers from their past. (Lily): okay, I won't ask for more for now, but could you tell me later how a slave managed to become a strong warrior? "Maybe later" Tarasha replied with a smile. We kept going down the floors for at least an hour until we got to floor 81, we didn't meet particularly strong monsters, the one with the highest level was a rock worm level 22. In the descent, however, I realized two things, the first is that with my stats it made no difference to fight with the level 63 giant mole or a simple level 1 scavenger rat, the second is that I needed to pee, I had a strong stimulus even if I had freed the bladder less than 2 hours before and it was not a sort of suggestion because looking at my statistics I found: [Bladder fullness]: 83% (Lily'mind '): it is not possible! As I looked at the statistics from 83% it rose to 85%, I didn't understand the reason but I knew that in a short time I would have urinated. Being focused on my bladder doing some hopping dance on the spot and above all looking for a place where I could relieve myself undisturbed I didn't notice Tarasha looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a pleasing smile. (Tarasha): the next will be the 80th floor, from here on there will be no more room to go down but everything will be confused and without a map getting lost is assured. Tarasha spoke but my mind was focused on my bladder. Occasionally crossing my legs I managed to reach the 80th floor, there was a round room with the number 80 in the center of the ceiling, in correspondence to it on the floor there was a column made of a mysterious purple crystal and around it was the furrow of a circle. (Tarasha): this is the teleportation of the dungeon, activating it we would save the descent floor by floor but in addition to the disproportionate activation cost, we risk being sent to too low levels where the major demons live and where even I would struggle to survive, Lily, I wanted to put you in difficulty to unlock an ability but I doubt that even on the 50th floor there are opponents at your height, for this, I would like to use this teleport. (Lily): Do as you want ... there are no problems for me ... I couldn't concentrate, I had to pee "Tarasha, before going to fight can I" I tried to ask but was interrupted. (Tarasha): If only I had recovered enough mana to activate, I was stupid not to have thought about it ... wait ... Lily, you said you have 300 MP right? Could you give me some please? (Lily): certainly, but I don't know how ... (Tarasha): It's simple enough for you to do the same thing you did before but this time with mana. Tarasha said it with a neutral and stoic face but I could see a slight tinge of red on her cheeks, which made me look down and reminded me of my growing need to relieve myself. (Lily): okay I'll try ... I used the skill [Absolute revelation] but I could not see the mana point statistic, so I decided to use ten thousand skill points to get [Absolute revelation] to level 6, what I saw had changed, in addition to the living beings also the rocks had taken a bright orange color, however, Tarasha's visible statistics did not change. (Tarasha): Lily, can you do it or can't you? (Lily): wait a moment, please. I decided to further improve the ability up to level 9, now the colors made everything unrecognizable, I almost found it difficult to find Tarasha's silhouette also because of the growing need to urinate, I tried to activate the easy mode to try to simplify or understand what I saw, and in fact, as soon as activated everything seemed clearer to me, the color did not cover the surface of the objects but only made the contours shine making it more understandable, I also noticed that Tarasha and the column shone much more than the rest of the objects in my field of vision. I could see all of Tarasha's statistics: [ID]: Tarasha Tawakhir. [Race]: Foxkin. [Age]: 37 [Level]: 82 [Titles]: [ghost hero] [ex bandit leader] [killer] [thief] ... [Job]: magician, fighter, mercenary ... [Hierarchy]: viscountess. statistics: [Health Points]: 480 [Health recovery]: [high] [Vitality]: 28 [Stamina]: 100 [Stamina recovery]: [medium] [Resistance]: 27 [Mana point]: 46 [Mana recovery]: [medium] [Magic resistance]: 27 [Soul authority]: 2 [Power of the soul]: 17 [Brain power]: 82 [Come on]: 50 [Agility]: 30 [Dexterity]: 41 [Vision]: 18 [Self-check]: 24 [Bladder]: 73 [Bladder fullness]: 14% [Bowels]: 82 [Bowels fullness]: 65% I didn't realize that my need to water the flowers had disappeared into the utter void. I saw some not very nice titles but I didn't say anything, I could probably even delete them but I decided to do only what I was asked, I tried to write 300 MP but the meter did not go up more than 240, it was probably the maximum that Tarasha's body could hold. Then immediately afterward I tried to select the purple crystal column. Ancient artifact: [Name]: Ferryman's stone. [Manufacturer]: HIDDEN. [Owner]: Dungeon master. [Level]: 666. [Age]: Unquantifiable. [Description]: Hidden. [Property]: Hidden. Visible statistics: [Health Points]: 25000 [Mana point]: 0 While I was reading Tarasha after a jolt he spoke to me. (Tarasha): I'm speechless Lily ... I never thought I could do such a thing but now there is no doubt ... tell me did you use the skill [Absolute revelation]? (Lily): yes why? Didn't you just ask me? (Tarasha): I wanted to test you, I couldn't believe you could do such things, tell me how far did you take it? In fact, don't tell me! I could not stand the answer, however, it is incredible, I had doubts about how I had filled my bladder but I could not believe that the explanation was this! I thought inwardly of the scene of Tarasha slumped on the ground and then I realized that perhaps I had exaggerated but asked me in a too natural way, I could not understand that it was a test. (Lily): I don't know what to say to you Tarasha, I must confess that I didn't even realize how exaggerated what I was doing ... As I spoke I looked at the statistics of the column and thought that probably the best thing to do was not to talk about it further and continue with the exploration, so I wrote 240 MP and the column began to shine more intensely. (Tarasha): Lily! What are you doing!? stop! Stop! (Lily): I really ... Tarasha jumped towards me as if to grab me but did not have time and everything went dark. End prologue! It came out longer than I thought...

Brief introduction: In the past few weeks the Avengers have found out that nefarious supervillain known as Dr Doom has been work with another villain known as Kang the conqueror. This found out by Avengers leader Captain America just recently were he found out by Mr Fantastic heard that Doom operates in a nearby Hydra underground lair, Mr Fantastic and Cap teamed up to infiltrate the base but no sign of him, Cap’s companion believes Doom is operating in his castle in Latveria. Steve Rogers generated a team to infiltrate Doom’s castle and to find out what the deal with him and Kang is. The special team consists of Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, Wasp and as leader of the group Captain Marvel. The heroes have just recently boarded onto the Quinjet to start their mission, you’ll think that this team would be so powerful because it’s made up of the most powerful female Avengers, but these girls’ stories will be different to what you might think what happens. All of these girls were very pretty and were just like your average girl, tall and has a charming personality. One of them was very different and that was Scarlet Witch who’s alter ego is Wanda Maximoff, the fierce girl who the Avengers saved in the Battle Of Sokovia. She is still tormented by the fact her brother died which causes her to have very dark nightmares, most of the time she wakes up to find out that she pissed the bed. Another thing is that all the other members besides Wanda all have peeing fetish and today was the day Wanda become like her teammates. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Story: High above the skies of New York our team of strong and power female Avengers were ready for the adventure they will have, but they sort of didn’t really get on to good. Wanda was the more quiet one whereas Carol was the more talkative one, Natasha was the deadly one and Hope was the funny one. On the way Wanda made a very bad mistake she drank heaps of water before coming on board and she was quite desperate to pee. She informed their leader, but there was nothing Carol could do because the inflight bathroom hasn’t been fixed yet so the only thing poor Wanda could do was try her best to hold it in. Natasha turned to face her desperate companion and said to her “That’s why you should wear a diaper.” Black Widow was actually a big lover of pee fetishes, every morning she would wake up very early drink too much water and use the toilet with her pyjamas pants not pulled down. Sometimes she even sleeps naked and she still does the same thing but she plays around with herself when naked, this is usually masterbating. Natasha only got into wearing diapers when she first meet Tony Stark, before of all this fame she has now a long time ago she was Russian spy. She had many accidents while as a spy, this was because she was young and wasn’t shown how to properly control your bladder. Anyway Widow is even more crazy that she makes her own diapers because the regular ones used to give away her position because of the smell of her piss or her shit. These ones she designed traps the stink so no one can smell it. Wasp is the complete opposite, even know she would love to wear a diaper under her suit she can’t because the suit was designed to fit just on the body and it does properly close if you very baggy or big panties underneath. She loves make jokes and she’s always a nice person to meet because of her funny characteristic and her overall appearance just makes you happy to be with her. Finally, the Captain! Carol Danvers Danvers was an officer in the United States Air Force were her passion for wetting herself on purpose came from. It started in a bar with her Air Force friend Maria Rambeau were the two of them got so drunk that they both wet themselves under the table and that accident turned Danvers on so much. She also keeps a empty water bottle in her jet plane in case she needs to go and luckily there is an autopilot feature. You thought Natasha was weird get a look at Carol! She purposely wet her bed, woke up early go outside strip naked and pees on her lawn or in one of garbage bins or a fan favourite of hers make sure to drink a lot of water the night before successfully hold it overnight, wake up at 5 am (usually her normal wake up time), drink more water wait for it to settle and add to the load just waiting to leave her system. Shortly after it’s been added, race to the backyard and start peeing on the garden and grabs her pussy and proceeds to hold it in once again and then walks over to were she would go when she pees on the lawn and releases it all there. She also become a colleague of the Kree superhero Mar-Vell, who taught her to fight, use her newly developed powers and also to teacher her how to successfully hold in your pee for a whole battle. She was in the great Kree Vs Skurlls war of what Earth would call the 90s and joined in 1995. Wanda absolutely was in agonising pain, her poor body could not hold it in much longer, she couldn’t take this anymore she belted out saying “Carol please I have to go so badly please stop somewhere, please!” “Look, there is no way that I will be stopping anywhere for you to go. But I suggest if you don’t want to go in your clothes I have an empty water here for you to go in.” The temptation of her just letting go was springing up to her, but she fought it through, she really didn’t want to ruin her clothes because she thought it to be silly to fight bad guys with a wet pants. It was inevitable what she chose, she reached out to grab the bottle, then placed it in the drink holder and then pulled down her pants. She pulled off her almost damp panties, lucky she didn’t start leaking yet. She completely naked from the waist down that didn’t make her embarrassed by other watching her nude because before Sokoiva her brother and herself were tested in a lab in a Hydra base because Hydra wanted to use their powers to bring back the old war of S.H.I.E.L.D. vs Hydra of the 1940s and beyond. In these tests she was mostly naked with Hydra scientists watching her, she actually got used to being seen naked as this was the reason she always sleeps naked. She gripped the bottle towards her vagina and in seconds her brain must’ve clicked thinking the bottle was a toilet and immediately shoot out her golden stream. Her golden stream was so yellow and was so warm that she though she was peeing spa water, every inch of it perfectly landed into the bottle. Later on the whole bottle was full, but she kept going she walks over to the back of the Quinjet with her golden stream still coming out as she looks for the janitor’s equipment that contains a bucket and release the rest in it. It was a shame that Scarlet Witch never knew how to plunger a toilet properly, it could have saved her life! To Be Continued...

1.0 Joana Witicker made her fortune during the 1800’s gold rush. She was a trend setter the entire time. One of the only females in the area under her own accord. Furthermore, she and her sister, Gwenevere ran their own mine. Unprecedented at the time. Gold mining in and of itself was a difficult and dangerous path to take. However, the young women found the hardest part was the men working the surrounding mines. They were condisending, crude, and very sexually inappropriate, exposing themselves often and frequently making rude suggestions the 2 women do similar. Joana and Gwenevere, while considered ahead of their time, adhered to simple rules - always be in control, and never reveal more than you’re willing to. The women often worked long 12 hour days on their mine. Naturally, during that time, Nature would call. The men on other mines had no problem whipping themselves out, sometimes just wherever they happened to be standing to relieve themselves. The girls, of course weren’t as fortunate. On their very first day, Gwenevere was the first to feel the need at just mid morning. She tried to ignore her need. To remain a lady. But the work was just too physically demanding and by early afternoon, she could no longer contain herself. She ran off to a nearby tree, only to have every male on the neighboring claim quite literally drop whatever they were doing to come over and watch as she hiked up her dress. Gwenevere was mortified, but Joana was angry. Joana also needed to go, worse as the hours rolled on. But after watching the humiliation Gwenevere had endured by having an audience while going, Joana couldn’t bring herself to give the men another show. By late afternoon, Joana reached her own point of no longer being able to hold it, but chose a different path to relief, choosing to wet herself where she stood. She had quite needed to go, so it took a while for her bladder to empty, but no one except Gwenevere noticed or paid any attention. Joana simply kicked some dirt over her puddle and continued working, giving Gwenevere a shrug and smile. From then on, the girls exclusively wet themselves (only while at the mine of course, they were still civil ladies after all). After 3 years, the sisters had finished mining their claim, and had made an absolute fortune that they split 50/50. Gwenevere took her half and returned home to help their parents with retirement. Joana, on the other hand, had more philanthropathic plans. During their years mining, the sisters witnessed quite a few “town girls” be subjected to unsavory requests by the men with the expectation they would oblige. Joana was outraged. Men were disgusting animals. After Gwenevere left, Joana stayed behind and bought a large house. She set up a fund and started taking in some of the town girls to help them regain their confidence and find a more savory way to earn money. Throughout the rest of her life, Joana helped more young women reintegrate back into civil society than she could count. But what she didn’t realize, and would never know, was that her work, and fortune, was just the beginning of what would become Joana Witicker’s Home for Troubled Youth.

Another commission from over on my Tumblr! If you like what you read, consider commissioning me--I'll have an official post on that up once I finish uploading all of my old works from my Ao3. For now, I hope you enjoy part one! *** “Are you having fun, babe?” Alex grimaces, doing his best to smile as he turns around in the pool, ignoring the way the cool water brushes up against his chest. He’s been at the waterpark with his girlfriend Nadia for four, maybe five hours now--it had been her idea, as a final end-of-summer activity before the two would have to return to their last year of university together--and for the first three and a half or so, he’d been having a great time. It’s sunny out, the perfect weather to go to the beach or the pool or a waterpark, they’ve already knocked all of their summer homework out of the way, and he’d just turned twenty-one earlier in the summer, meaning he’s finally legally allowed to drink. Nadia has made sure to celebrate that last part over the course of the day, always ushering him back towards the bar at the far end of the park to grab more drinks. They’re not trying to get drunk--Alex is pretty sure he’ll want to remember what happened today when he wakes up tomorrow, and with his past experience with alcohol, anything past a few beers will probably make it so that he won’t remember a thing--but Nadia had been so convincing, always offering to pay and promising that she’ll stay sober enough to drive home without getting pulled over by the cops. And besides, it is their last week of summer break before school starts again. Doesn’t he deserve to live a little, get a little tipsy and have some fun? That had been his mindset two hours ago, anyway, when he’d drank with no precautions. Now, he’s not thinking about having a good time before school starts. Now he isn’t thinking about anything that isn’t the throbbing ache coming from his bladder, reminding him every second of exactly how much beer he’d had throughout the day. Four big, viking-worthy glasses, probably closer to half a pitcher than a mug, plus the water he’d insisted on having alongside it to keep himself from going too far too fast. God, no wonder his need is so strong. He can’t even remember when it was he last went to the bathroom, either--was it all the way at the beginning of the day, so many hours ago? “Alex?” Nadia sing-songs, snapping him out of his trance as she swims closer to him, pressing a hand to his chest. “Are you having a good time?” “Of course,” Alex says automatically, squeezing his legs tight together under the water. They’re situated roughly in the middle end of the wave pool, where they’ve been wading for about a half an hour, diving under the water and chasing each other around, having races to see who’s the faster swimmer. (Alex, being on the swim team in high school, usually won, but sometimes he let Nadia win just for fun.) The waves are turned off right now, but he’s pretty sure they’re gearing up to come back any second now, as they’ve been coming and going in fifteen minute intervals since they arrived. It’s fairly easy to move around right now, too; the water is calm, the floaties and foam toys spread around the pool are all at a standstill, and there aren’t many children darting around in the shallow end, blocking the path to get out. It would be a perfect time to excuse himself to the bathroom and take care of his rather pressing need, which is pretty much the only thing he wants to do at the moment. But Nadia is here, smiling up at him happily as she treads water (it’s cute that she’s so short she can barely stand in the deep end, but he can’t focus on that right now) with an expectant look in her eyes. She’s having fun where she is, in the pool with him, and the last thing he wants to do is ruin it for her over some silly need he should have more control over as a twenty-one year old man. He can hold it for just a little bit longer, if it means she’ll have a few more minutes of fun. “I bet I can beat you to the deep end!” Nadia exclaims, her mouth curling into a little grin as she pushes her dark hair, sleek with water, over her shoulder. “Come on, before the waves start up again!” “What are you, five?” Alex laughs tightly, even though he’s the one in the childish situation. He feels more five than he has in a while, all thanks to the urges coming from his abdomen. There’s no way he’ll be able to race her again without making himself seriously desperate, but he doesn’t want to flat-out say no to her. (Saying no to Nadia is probably his least favorite thing in the universe, and it shows.) “Scared you’ll lose?” Nadia taunts, eyes glimmering with mirth as she does so. “Come on, it will be fun!” And it’s that sight, the look on her face which she’s given him a thousand times before, that finally makes Alex put aside his uncomfortableness and agree. “Alright, fine,” he sighs, playing along with her challenge. “Last one to the deep end is a rotten egg.” “Yeah!” Nadia crows triumphantly, before running a hand across the surface of the pool towards Alex, splashing him in the face with drops of cool water before she takes off. Alex laughs, diving into the water and chasing after her, putting all his strength into kicking beneath the surface with his muscular legs. Fuck. If he’d thought treading water with a full bladder was hard, it’s nothing compared to actually swimming. With each kick he feels like he’s about to leak, his legs spreading apart and muscles growing tired with every stroke. Having his legs forced apart over and over again is borderline painful, and since his arms are busy propelling him forward in the water, there’s nothing left to keep the pressure on his crotch from the outside. God, he can feel the pee just sitting there, begging to be let out. But he can’t pee in the pool! There are so many other people there, enjoying their family vacations together in the same body of water that he’s in. It would be more than rude to contaminate the water they were swimming in with his body’s own type of water, regardless of whether anyone else could tell or not. And besides, he wouldn’t want to be swimming in it, either. “I win!” Nadia cries as he surfaces, his hands shooting up to hold onto the wall when he wishes they could shoot down to hold his penis instead. He settles for crossing his legs under the water and moving his hips back and forth as gracefully as he can, hoping that the wave of pressure he’d just felt goes away as quickly as it had come. “You know what that means. Loser buys another round of drinks!” “Ah,” Alex pants, glancing warily towards the bar as he continues to fidget underwater. “More drinks? I’m not really thirsty, you know…” “You don’t drink beer because you’re thirsty,” Nadia points out with a pout. “You drink it ‘cause it’s fun. Besides, it’s hot out! Don’t you want to stay hydrated?” I’m plenty hydrated enough, thank you! his mind protests. I don’t think I could put more liquid in me if I tried! “I’ll buy something for you,” he reasons instead, hoping his voice doesn’t give him away. “I’m already feeling buzzed enough.” Nadia’s pout deepens, but she moves on fairly quickly as the water around them shifts. “Oh, the waves are starting again!” she exclaims excitedly as the pool around them begins to fill with movement. “Come on, let’s swim back to the other end so I can stand!” With that, she turns around in the water and kicks off from the wall, gliding through the waves effortlessly, like some kind of Grecian goddess. Her long, dark hair trails behind her, clinging to her back when she resurfaces, but Alex doesn’t have the capabilities to appreciate his girlfriend’s figure right about then. His entire body is frozen against the wall as his head fills with the sound of water splashing against water, crashing upon the sides of the pool and lapping at his chest. All of a sudden the only thing he can hear is dripping, churning, running water, and the noises seem to be going straight from his brain to his bladder. God, he hadn’t realized how seriously bad he needed to go until now, with waves upon waves of liquid moving around him. His bladder feels so full and heavy inside of him, like a water balloon that’s overfilled and ready to pop at any second. All those beers, all that water… It’s all still inside of him, and he’d bet that there’s even more still traveling down from his kidneys into his bladder, ready to overinflate it even more than it already is. He sucks in a deep breath and presses the front of his body further against the wall, trying his best to create pressure against his crotch. He doesn’t dare grind down--the wall of the pool is rather gritty, and he’d prefer not to harm his genitals in any way if he can help it--but it’s a tough battle to fight. He wishes the water weren’t so clear so that he could reach down and grab himself without anyone there to judge him, but the waterpark is so crowded, and he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to get away with it. (Oh, but holding himself sounds absolutely heavenly right about then.) Nadia, who had already swam a few feet away, turns back to give him a questioning look. “Aren’t you coming?” she asks, thankfully not noticing his strange body language, his hunched shoulders or gritted jaw. “Come on, my legs are getting tired.” “C-Coming,” Alex says, thrusting his hips forward against the wall one more time before pushing off towards the shallow end. He doesn’t dare front crawl his way over this time--that would be much too much for his poor, swollen bladder to handle. Instead he doggy paddles towards the shallower side of the pool, trying his best to appear normal in front of the families that are watching him. Inside his body, his bladder throbs agonizingly, demanding that he release its contents as soon as he can. He sucks his lip between his teeth as he paddles over, clenching his sphincter muscles as hard as he can until he makes it far enough that he’s able to stand. As soon as he does that, he crosses one leg over the other and bobs up and down in the water, breathing heavily as he shifts his hips from side to side. He needs to get to a bathroom as soon as possible or he’s going to get wet in an entirely different way (one that will be much less fun for everyone involved). Reluctantly, Alex uncrosses his legs and moves forward, but every step sends tiny vibrations up his legs and across his abdomen. He gasps as a strong urge hits him, bending forward at the waist and locking his knees together under the water to fight against the throbbing pressure. His hands ball into fists at his sides, nails digging into the skin of his palms as he does his best not to let them fly to the front of his swim trunks. If he was worried about people seeing him in the deep end, there’s no way he’d be able to go unnoticed in the shallow side. He’s just deep enough for the waves to crash straight against his abdomen, water licking at his bladder from the other side, tempting it to release without his permission. “Ah,” he gasps, grabbing the front of his thigh and hooking one knee over the other in an attempt to keep himself from going right then, right there. He needs to get himself under control, and soon, before his desperation reaches uncharted levels. Unsteadily, he staggers forward, only to suck in a sharp, pained gasp as his lower body leaves the water. If he thought his need was bad before, it’s absolutely nothing compared to what he’s feeling now. It feels as if another pint of beer has just been dumped straight into his bladder, filling it to the brim and stretching it to its utmost limit. He realizes with a start that the water from the pool had been the only thing keeping him on the safer edge of desperation--it had made the gravitational pull on his bladder feel lesser, creating a buoyant effect on the poor organ without him noticing, and now that the pressure of the water isn’t on him, gravity is catching up. His hands begin to fly to his crotch, only to flutter away at the last second as he uses his last bit of willpower to keep them at his sides. Insteadhe sucks his lip between his teeth and stifles a moan, half-falling back into the water around him and sighing with relief when the agonizing pressure goes away. He can still feel hot, throbbing pain coming from his abdomen, but now that he’s surrounded by the pool water again, he doesn’t feel on the verge of exploding anymore. Still, he needs to get to a toilet as soon as possible, and it’s not likely that he’ll be able to hold it if he lifts himself out of the pool again. What is he supposed to do now? The nearest bathrooms are on the other side of the waterpark, and there’s no way in hell he’d let himself be seen hobbling around a family gathering area with his hands between his legs like some kind of pervert. Besides, he isn’t even sure he’d be able to make it to those restrooms without completely losing control along the way. He’s so desperate, he can barely think straight, and he knows for sure his face must be all red and twisted up in pain by now. As much as he hates to admit it, he’s pretty sure that he’s only got one option left: he’s going to have to pee in the pool. It’s something he’s never done before--even as a child, he’d always held it in long enough to get to the bathrooms, even though he’d thought they were pretty gross. (And doing that had sure given him some close calls, and a few extra wet spots on his swim shorts, but hey, it’s probably best not to think about those right now.) So, he’s going to contaminate the pool with his own bodily fluids. It should be easy--the sound of roaring, splashing water surrounds him, teasing him with the premise of relief every second, and the pool water itself is cool enough that it’s making his bladder more than a little uncomfortable. But it’s hard, trying to consciously pee where he’s not supposed to, when he knows it’s taboo, especially for a full-grown adult such as himself. He sighs again, squatting down in the shallow water and doing his best to relax, unclench his muscles, and think of the promise of relief he’s only seconds away from… And at last, he feels a dribble of urine escape from his bladder and trail through his urethra, creating a tiny spot of warmth in the pool water at the head of his dick. He sighs, letting his head fall back and his arms float to the surface of the pool as his stream picks up, his bladder just starting to become a bit less swollen, a little bit emptier. He can feel the water around him, still rocked by waves, growing warm with his own piss, and… To be honest, it’s a little bit hot. He’s always been a bit of a stickler for the rules, but now, doing something so naughty as peeing in a public pool, without anyone else knowing that he’s doing it… He’s just starting to enjoy the feeling when he feels a pair of arms wrap around him from behind. “Ah!” he exclaims, jumping forward, but the arms around his middle stay secured. His body freezes, locks up again, the stream of urine stopping abruptly as he stiffens up under the touch, and immediately he misses the relief he’d only just begun to get. His penis throbs, aching in time with his abdomen, and he hisses in pain as the arms around him tighten. “Alex,” Nadia whines, pressing her front side against his back, molding herself to him. “What’s going on? You were just standing there with your eyes closed.” “Nadia…” Alex breathes, shifting his weight from foot to foot underwater. He’s uncomfortable, he’s so uncomfortable, seconds away from peeing full-force into the pool again, but he can’t, not with Nadia so close to him. “Aren’t you having fun?” Nadia asks, and he knows her so well he swears he can hear the pout in her voice. “You seem so stiff, babe. What’s wrong?” With that, she tightens her hands around his waist, pulling him closer to her body… and subsequently squishing his bladder under her fingers. Alex gasps sharply, curling in on himself and finally letting his hands fly to the front of his swim shorts to hold onto his crotch. Even with the added external pressure, he can feel the water around him growing warm, the pressure on his bladder far too much for him to handle. “Stop, stop!” he pants, but doesn’t dare push her away. Even if it cost him his own life (or in this case, his dignity) he would never even consider pushing Nadia away. Instead, he shifts his hips from side to side, leaning forward so far his chest touches the water and hooking one leg over the other, bobbing up and down urgently as he does. Thankfully, Nadia picks up on the problem quickly. She loosens her arms around him, keeping one hand pressed to his chest while the other sifts through the water in front of him. “Oh?” she questions, and this time Alex is sure he can hear mischief in her voice. “What’s this? The water’s all warm over here…” “I-Is it?” Alex repeats, keeping his hands glued tight to his crotch as he stems off the flow. (It hurts, he’s still so desperate, but now that he’s been caught, it just feels morally wrong to keep going.) “It is…” With that, Nadia lets her hand trail down to the front of his stomach and pushes down once again, just once. Her other hand comes down to cup over his fingers as his breath hitches and he lets out a short spurt of pee. It takes an immense amount of effort to cut himself off once again, and his bladder protests with a series of agonized pulses, but he refuses to let himself continue to go. “I see what’s going on,” Nadia says coyly, and Alex thanks the heavens when she removes her hand from his stomach to glide around to his other side. “Alex… You’re being a bad boy, aren’t you? Doing something like that in a public pool?” “I-I couldn’t help it,” Alex stammers, biting at his lip until it turns red. “Couldn’t help it?” Nadia repeats teasingly. “Couldn’t help but get all of us in here dirty? The waves are on, you know. That stuff you’re putting in here is gonna spread.” “I’m s-sorry,” Alex gasps, hooking his knees together and bobbing up and down once again. “I just- I needed to go, and-” “No, no,” Nadia shushes him, sticking a pool-slick finger to his lips. “No excuses, babe. You’re a grown man, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be able to hold it until you get to the bathroom?” “But I-” “Shh… Come on, you know I’m right.” Alex inhales shakily, his whole body still tense and rigid from desperation. The warmth of his piss has been washed away by the waves at this point, but he can still feel the urine inside of him pushing to get out. “You’re right,” he says, hoping that she’ll leave it at that and finally allow him to finish what he’d started. “Did you let go completely?” Nadia asks, her gaze dropping to the area just above his swim trunks. “Are you empty now, you little rulebreaker? It certainly doesn’t look like you are.” “I- I’m not,” Alex admits, his voice going high-pitched as another wave of need overtakes him. He whimpers, clutching his dick tighter between his hands and pressing the front of his left thigh into the back of his right with all the force he can muster. “I still need to go, bad.” “Well,” Nadia says, sounding all too pleased. “I certainly can’t allow you to keep going here, of all places. You’ll need to make it to the bathroom if you want to finish relieving yourself.” Alex jerks his head up to meet her gaze, his eyes going wide. “But- But-” he stammers, a protest half-formed in the back of his mind, but one look from Nadia has him biting his tongue instead of continuing his sentence. The game is afoot now, and no matter how much pain and embarrassment it might bring him, he knows he’s going to play along anyway, for her sake. Still, it doesn’t make the idea of walking to the bathrooms any more appealing. He already feels like he’s on the verge of spurting again, and if he gets out of the water and forces himself to walk normally, he’s sure he’ll have a full-on accident within the next minute. “Isn’t there any other way?” he asks shakily, staring off in the direction of the restrooms. If he were in his normal condition, it would probably only be a three or four minute walk, but with the ball of hot, acrid piss inside of him controlling his every move, it’ll probably take at least double that to even reach the other side of the park. And what if there’s a line? Is he supposed to stand there and wait when he’s on the brink of pissing himself for all to see? “Do you see any other bathrooms around here?” Nadia challenges, raising an eyebrow at him. “Come on, come on! The sooner you get out of the pool, the sooner you get to go!” She grabs him by the arm and pulls him just a tad too roughly towards the shallow exit of the pool, where the water is just beginning to settle down from the waves. Alex reluctantly lets go of his crotch, and immediately lets out a strangled groan as he experiences the effects of gravity on his body for the second time that day. He wonders how the hell it feels exactly the same as it had before he’d “contaminated” the pool, despite how much he must have let out. Is his last beer hitting him already? “Nadia, can you… slow down a little?” he manages as his girlfriend struts ahead, beads of water dripping down her body from her one-piece swimsuit. Normally, Alex would take this opportunity to stare at the amount of skin she has on show, but he’s too distracted with his own body. Every muscle he has is clenched tight, his arms and legs stiff and rigid, thighs pressed close together with every step. It’s absolute torture, having to walk like there’s nothing wrong, when it’s all he can do not to grab himself and dance around like a little kid. They’ve made it maybe ten steps, and each one has sent extremely unpleasant vibrations up through his leg and straight into his core, jostling the liquid inside of him each time his foot lands on the ground. He winces, keeping his eyes trained on the floor to avoid any strange looks people might be shooting his way, and attempts to take a larger step to make it to the bathrooms as fast as he possibly can. His foot lands on a particularly cool puddle of water, and all of a sudden he feels a hot jet of pee squirt out of his dick and onto the floor. He freezes in place, eyes going wide as he draws his legs in quickly and presses his thighs against each other, doing everything he can mentally to keep himself from breaking out into a full-out dance of desperation. Warmth runs down his legs from inside his shorts, and he barely manages to cut off the flow this time, so paralyzed by fear that he can barely get his body to listen to him. “Nngh… Nadia,” he hisses, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “I can’t…” He hears footsteps pad back towards him through the shallow puddles on the floor, and then a hand comes to rest gently on his shoulder. “Come on, babe,” Nadia says, half-encouraging, half-commanding. “You can make it. Do it for me, okay?” “But-” “I’ll be so happy if you make it all the way,” Nadia says, her hand reaching around to curl at the back of his neck. “Won’t you at least try? Just for me?” And fuck, if that doesn’t strengthen Alex’s resolve just enough to keep him going despite the raging need overtaking him, he’s not sure that anything will. With a muffled moan, he straightens up from his twisted, bent-in-half posture, takes a few shallow breaths, and opens his eyes. The sight of water flowing all around him does nothing to help his current situation, but he determinedly fixes his eyes on a dry spot on the wall and takes a shaky step forward, ignoring the wetness beginning to cool and become sticky on his legs. He will make it to the bathroom, if only just to get far enough to wet himself somewhere private. If Nadia asks him to make it, he’s determined to do as she says, no matter if he thinks it’s within his capabilities or not. Even though his bladder is straining out from the waistband of his swim trunks, sending urgent messages increasingly quickly that he needs to let go now, or else. Even if he feels five seconds from exploding on the spot, so filled with beer and water that he isn’t sure how in the world he’s still hanging on. There’s nothing he won’t do for Nadia--he’s sure of that. Another jet of hot, wet piss escapes him, but he grits his teeth and clenches his sphincter muscles together with a groan that gets lost in the sounds of the waterpark, and cuts it off once again. He can’t help but pause mid-step and shift his hips around in small, quick circles, and wish as hard as he can that he could put pressure on his crotch, even for just a few seconds. Any outside help would be much appreciated at the moment, but he knows if he lets himself grab his dick now, there’s no way he’ll be able to let go without losing the battle entirely. So instead he clenches his fists at his sides and bites down hard on his lip, taking another step towards the bathroom, a step towards release. “That’s it, baby,” Nadia encourages him, her voice dropping low and smooth as she guides him through the crowd. “Just a little longer, and then you can pee to your heart’s content.” “Ah… Ahh…” he pants, eyes fluttering as they pass another section of the park. This one he’d noticed when they first walked in--it’s the kid’s area, complete with a wooden play structure and several buckets that fill to the top before tipping out onto the ground and the children below it. Were he in a better state, he’d compare his bladder to the buckets, as full as it can get and seconds away from wobbling over and spilling all over the ground in a loud rush of warm, sticky urine, coating his legs and his feet and spreading into a huge puddle on the ground. “Mmh!” he gasps, catching himself on Nadia’s shoulder as he bends forward. His knees turn inwards, locking together like magnets as he curls an arm protectively around his stomach, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he tries to rid himself of the mental image. Thinking about relieving himself, wetting himself at that, is a definite no-go right now. His body surely won’t be able to handle thoughts like that while battling a bladder this full. “You have no idea how good you look right now, Alex,” Nadia says breathlessly, close to his ear. He feels her breath ghost over his cheek warmly, and raises his head just enough so that he can look into her eyes. I’m doing this for you, he thinks passionately, too unsteady to trust himself to speak. It will all be worth it, when I make you proud… “Come on,” Nadia says again, lower this time. “Let’s get moving. I want to get there as much as you do, you know.” It’s a strange sentiment, but Alex can’t bring himself to think much about it right now. Instead he hobbles forward, taking smaller, more delicate steps to keep his bladder from being jostled around too badly. “Okay,” he agrees hoarsely, his voice shaking from want. Nadia smiles at him, secretive and seductive, then turns back around and continues on towards the bathrooms, her hips swaying back and forth as she moves. Alex stumbles after her, keeping one hand wrapped around his stomach. Maybe if he looks sick enough, people will move out of his way and leave him alone, and he’ll be able to get there faster. They’re maybe a minute’s walk away from the bathrooms now at the rate he’s going. Every step is torture, feeling the slickness of tiny puddles under the pads of his feet, and hearing the rush of water, seeing it splash and flow everywhere he looks, but the look in Nadia’s eyes when she turns to check on him keeps him going. He’s not sure why, but he feels like she’s promising him something, if he can make it all the way there. He counts the seconds to keep his mind from turning traitor on him, and just when they’ve reached fifty-two, he raises his eyes and almost starts to cry from relief. There, right in front of him, is the sign pointing to the bathrooms, located just around the corner. Finally! he thinks, a smile melting across his face. I can finally go! I’m so close! I just need to round the corner, and then I’ll finally be able to… Oh. No. As he turns the corner, his eyes land upon the men’s bathroom, just a few feet down the hall… And the line that trails out of it. His bladder screams in horror as he takes in the dozen or so boys and men who are waiting patiently for their turn in the bathroom in varying levels of discomfort. He can see a few young boys shifting their wait around awkwardly, and even one or two of the men have uncomfortable grimaces across their faces, but none of them seem to be in the state of pure, anguished distress that’s wracking through him at the moment. “No…” he whimpers, eyes beginning to water as hope seeps out of him. He’d been so close, so close to relief, to finally being able to empty himself… Now there’s no way he’ll be able to make it into the bathroom with his dignity still intact. And here, far away from the roaring water of the pool, everyone will be able to tell if he lets go and re-wets his swim trunks where he isn’t supposed to. “Don’t worry,” Nadia says, and then a cool hand is sliding around his arm and pulling him in a different direction. “I have other plans for you, baby. Come with me.”

“Oh my god...oh my god...this is bad..” panted Carly. “I’m so exhausted. This run is killing me, Ash.” “Don’t be baby! It’s only been a half mile! We still have one to go and only 10 minutes!” exclaimed Ashley. Carly and Ash, or Ashley, have been quite busy training for their first 5k. It was still a few months away but a New Years resolution waits for no one. It was their first few days of training which involved mostly cardio workouts. They were still working on getting themselves thoroughly hydrated and muscles used to the stress. -1.5 Mile run at 6am before work -2.5 Mile fast walk at the gym after work Ashley was in much better shape than Carly due to her athletic background. She was a soccer star with a very promising college career until a torn ACL ruined it. “Slow down Ash! I’m dying!” Stated Carly. “Ugh, fine. I guess we slow down for a little bit but we’re not gonna make time.” Said Ashley. The two finished off their morning workout and headed to Starbucks for coffee, and then home to freshen up for work. They both worked for a local insurance company. 9-4:30 making phone calls and speaking with clients. Not usually too fast paced of a job, at least for Carly. Ash was still struggling to learn her new role after 3 months. She was very worried she wouldn’t make her rates as the end of the month crept up. She regularly would skip her breaks and sometimes her lunch just to try and make her rate. Tuesday wasn’t usually a busy day but as the end of the month crept up, Ashley and Carly were both behind on rates. Lunch came and went and they still were behind. “Psst. Carly. Hey Carly.” Whispered Ashley. “What?” Responded Carly, clearly annoyed. “Can you cover me a minute? I really gotta pee.” “Too bad. I do too. But we gotta catch up. You’re just gonna have to hold it like me.” Ashley sighed and returned to her work. The clock was dragging by. 1:30pm. Break was only half an hour away. ‘Do I go pee on break or do I hope to make my rate then go?’ Her thoughts were dominated by her bladder and it was only getting worse. She tried to think back to when she peed last. 4:30am before the run. And she had drank 2 bottles of water and a small coffee since then. No wonder she was dying. She was crossing her ankles and squirming at her desk trying to keep her mind off it. She glanced over at Carly. Sweat was rolling down her forehead. “Carly, what’s wrong?” “I’m literally about to piss myself. This is so bad. I’m gonna have to go on break, if I can make it that long.” “Do you want me to cover your desk?” “Ugh. Breaks only 5 minutes away. I think I can wait.” Stared Carly. Carly was dying. She had been holding just as long as Ash, with a large coffee instead of a small. And 3 waters, not 2. Carly was used to holding large amounts of liquids like this but this time was different. She was genuinely concerned about having an accident. She absolutely did not want that. But the minutes felt like hours. She had just a minute left when the first spurt of pee escaped into her pink panties. Her entire body tensed and she let out a yelp of shock, or panic. “I can’t wait! This is bad!” Exclaimed Carly as she took off her headset and ran for the bathroom. The door always seemed to stick, especially when it’s urgent. She struggled trying to open the door and not pee her pants. She finally got it but not without another big spurt. She let out another yelp but managed to run in to pee. During Carly’s near-accident, Ashley has picked up a call that seemed like it was gonna get her her numbers for the month. She was trying her best to focus on the caller but her bladder was begging for relief. She had one glued to her crotch, trying to hold back the impending flood. Ash was wearing a black pencil skirt and white panties. 2pm came and went and Ashley was still I’m the phone. The call was almost finished when she noticed Carly return to her desk. She was very flustered, but looked very much relieved. The call kept diverging off topic b she finally nailed it after. Ash threw her headset off and darted for the restroom. “Oh no!!!” Exclaimed Ashley. “This can’t be happening!!” Ashely was mere seconds away from relief but her body said it wasn’t soon enough. A huge stream jetted out. It went thru her panties and dripped onto the floor. She was glued in place, knees knocking, hands glued in her crotch, and a tear running down her cheek. She was desperate. Carly had turned and was watching Ash. She couldn’t leave her desk to help her best friend. She felt helpless but she also didn’t even know what she could do. Ashley finally regained control of her weak bladder. She hobbled into the bathroom. She was distraught. She saw a toilet and just went for it. She yanked her skirt up as fast as she could and just sat down. Not even a half-second and she was unleashing the flood. “Fuuuuckkkkkkk....” moaned Ashley. She had never felt such relief in her whole life, or ever been that desperate. She had felt sensations she hadn’t felt since she played soccer. The adrenaline rush was phenomenal. Ashely composed herself after a few minutes and returned to her desk. “Feel better, Ash?” “You have no idea...” sighed Ash. “Now do you see why I think it’s fun?” stayed Carly. “Yeah....yeah I do. It’s such a thrill but such a discomfort.. Maybe if I wasn’t at work I could’ve enjoyed it even more.” Chuckled Ash. “Well, you know we do have some free time after the gym tonight. We could compete for top dog, err, top bladder??” “I’m game. But I get to chose the outfit.” Said ash. TO BE CONTINUED

Hi alltogether! Let me share a little story with you, starring a young saleswoman. I was in the in the shopping center having a coffee and reading the newspapers. On the oppisite of the table I was sitting at there was a clothes shop, where a very cute, about 28-29 years old saleswoman was working. She wore tight lightblue jeans and had black hair. In her ears she had big golden earrings. After a while i noticed, that she started looking around and also once left the shop to take a look to the right and the left. Then suddenly she crossed her legs and bit her lip. Some people who were sitting at the table next to me seemed to notice that too and shouted over to her (they seemed to know the saleswoman): "Hey Marina, whats wrong?" She seemed to feel a little uncomfort and called back: "I need to go to the toilet very urgent!" (Ich muss dringend aufs Klo!) and pointed at her bladder. She just wanted to close the shop for a few minutes, when some customers entered the shop. You should have seen her face at that moment. She started fidgeting around and was now obvious very deperate. She leaned against the table with the cash register and pressed her thighs very tight together. She started bouncing up and down and was watching the customers. Then she started walking around the table and also once stemmed her arms into her hips and crossed and uncrossed her legs. Then finally the customers left the shop and pulled out the store key immediately. She closed the shop door and headed for the toilets downstairs. She did that with tight pressed thighs and a red face. The people sitting at the table next to me started laughing when she passed by. After a few minutes she returned and seemed really relaxed. The people next to me were talking to each other and one of them said: "Look, Marina is looking quiete reliefed now." (Seht mal, Marina sieht jetzt ziemlich erleichtert aus.) She opened the shop again and seemed really happy. :) I hope, you like my story. I have to apologize once more for my bad english, but I hope you will forgive me. :) Wish you a nice evening and a good weekend. Jack