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  1. Version 1.0.0

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    This might be the greatest JAV I've seen in years, it checks all my boxes. Women in various outfits wait with others in a doctors office. They are clearly desperate and after waiting too long they have accidents with onlookers staring. Several of the shorter clips (I've only watched two, it was all I could stand before, well you know) include the walk of shame down the street in wet things. This reminds me of my own doctor's office desperate waits and planned and unplanned accidents: Anyhow, this is going to keep me very happy for the next long while. I love these!!!!!!! Enjoy, Rach

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  2. View File JAV - TURA-335 - Doctor Makes Her Squirt/Pee A urologist masturbates women with a Hitachi until many of them leak all over the place. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 02/17/2019 Category Peeing  
  3. Version 1.0.0

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    A urologist masturbates women with a Hitachi until many of them leak all over the place. Enjoy, Rach

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  4. View File JAV - 295 (Doctor's Waiting Room Accidents) This might be the greatest JAV I've seen in years, it checks all my boxes. Women in various outfits wait with others in a doctors office. They are clearly desperate and after waiting too long they have accidents with onlookers staring. Several of the shorter clips (I've only watched two, it was all I could stand before, well you know) include the walk of shame down the street in wet things. This reminds me of my own doctor's office desperate waits and planned and unplanned accidents: Anyhow, this is going to keep me very happy for the next long while. I love these!!!!!!! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/15/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing  
  5. View File Naughty Doctor Gets Patient to Squirt Well, various Japanese women visit the doctor, and one thing leads to the other... and masturbation, squirting and sex follow. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 11/29/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
  6. Version 1.0.0

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    Well, various Japanese women visit the doctor, and one thing leads to the other... and masturbation, squirting and sex follow. Enjoy, Rach

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  7. Version

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    Japanese nurse wets herself carrying heavy medical books.

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  8. Version

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    So I found this randomly and have no idea who made it. It looks like it takes place in a read doctors office (though it is empty), and I love it! A woman enters the office and is desperate to pee. She tries to sit and read but can't and eventually, after trying to hide her predicament by putting a magazine in her lap so she can hold herself, and standing trying to hide behind a plant, she wets herself in front of the bathroom door, soaking her light colours, tight jeans. This got me really turned on as it reminded me of my own accidents (both 'planned' and accidental) in doctors offices: https://omorashi.org/topic/25271-a-planned-ultrasound-accident/ If anyone knows who made this (there is no watermark) please do let me know. Enjoy. Rach

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  9. As most of you will know by now, I’ve had a recent resurgence of my overactive bladder (OAB) over the past few months. As a result, I’ve been having significantly more accidents than normal. For the past three years, any wetting accidents (other than ones planned and for fun), have been largely limited to: Stress leaks, as a result of big sneezes, working out hard, jumping and landing too hard, all on a full or mostly full bladder. I’ve had these all my life and they are entirely manageable, as I can pretty much predict them and take countermeasures. For example, I’ll wear a pad all the time during that one month in Vancouver when I’m suddenly allergic to something in the air and suffer from lots of sneezes. If I’m going for a jog, I always wear black running shorts (or tights) which conceal accidents and leaks very effectively, and if I’m doing some serious impact stuff (and lazy Rachel hasn’t for a while now), then I’ll pop a pad in my panties. I’m also going to invest in a cute running skirt, as this will cover up leaks even better and I loved a tennis skirt I recently got to wear and wet for a customer. Despite these measures I do have the occasional unpredicted leak, caused by a hearty laugh, an unexpected impact, sneeze or that sort of thing. Fortunately, unless my bladder is bursting, these accidents typically only result in a large wet spot on my panties, which seldom shows through my clothes. I’ve learned to live with these very occasional occurrences by always packing a spare pair of panties in a Ziploc baggie in my purse, and not getting in the habit of wandering about, far from washrooms, with a super full bladder. I can still trigger one of these accidents, rather easily it would appear (given the fun I’ve been having with pads lately), and they are pretty similar. I should point out that on a super full bladder, the accident can be more serious, as I have difficulty stopping once I start, and once triggered by a stressor, my bladder can release a decent amount when full. Fortunately I’ve not had one of these accident in many year (though I came close on Black Friday…) Very rare bedwetting incidents. Prior to November, I had maybe two or three of these a year and they were all triggered by my going to bed with a pretty full bladder after drinking wine (or other booze). I’ve been adulting a lot lately, and not had occasions to do a lot of heavy student-like drinking, and as a result, my bed (and husband) were keeping dry. Even when I had been drinking, I would almost always put on protection before going to bed (almost always a Goodnite) and if I was too forgone to remember, my loving husband would often help me out. Up until November, these were the only issues I had to worry about, and they were not serious. However, in November, I wet the bed, on a random and non-party night, and then started getting more OAB symptoms. These included more wet nights, even after countermeasures (like reducing fluids, double voiding, avoiding some foods and that sort of thing), as well as some key-in-latch leaks and more serious accidents, and surprise urges that would cause me to need to rush to the bathroom ‘right now!’ some of which have resulted in those key-in-latch accidents. I grew up with these symptoms, and am very familiar with them. Growing up, we tried all sorts of things, so many that I won’t go into the list. I also think my mind fetishized wetting and diapers as a partial coping mechanism, though I’m sure there’s some more complicated psychology going on behind the scenes as well. Nothing much worked, apart from one medication, which I only used when I was travelling due to uncomfortable side effects, and which only really reduced the size of my night time accidents and the number of random urges I’ll got during the day. Then, when I was just graduating as an undergraduate, a new treatment emerged, which uses Botox injections into the overactive bladder muscles, thereby calming them down (to use totally non-technical terms). Well, we tried this, and after a really uncomfortable and embarrassing procedure, and a couple of weeks, it worked! I can’t say how happy I was! I went off to grad school, lost my virginity, slept over with boys, travelled around the world, had my heart broken, got married, and all sorts of things. Things I would have never done if I’d been wetting the bed each night, and having daytime urge issues. Well, the treatment is only expected to last 3 years or so. The Botox only calms the muscles down for so long. Well more than three years ago, I was in the early stages of my relationship with my husband (who was then my like 4th boyfriend), and the symptoms came back. I won’t rehash what happened, as it’s covered here (First diaper cuddle), but to summarize, Rachel had to make the decision to either come out to her boyfriend and tell him about her bedwetting issues, or find a new boyfriend (or more likely be single until I could get another treatment). Well Rachel gritted her teeth and steeled her strength, and spent her first night laying next to her now husband, wearing a diaper. Anyhow that was well over three years ago, and I was getting happy with having a pretty typical bladder again (a very high number of women have some stress incontinence issues, so even this is pretty typical). November, though I should have been expecting it, kind of came as a surprise. Because I know the deal by now, I scheduled an appointment with my urologist after my 3rd wet night. Since my unexpected wet night, I’ve wet the bed at least twice a week, and over the past two weeks, I’ve been wet three to four times. I’ve been wearing Goodnites to bed every night, and these have been keeping my bed (and husband) dry. The new Goodnites will hold an entire Rachel bladder, unless she is bursting, in which case, they leak a tiny amount, but these little spots are almost always dry by morning. I’ve been doing all the necessary lifestyle stuff I mentioned before bed as well. During the day I’ve re-established my using the bathroom ‘just in case’ policy more often, and in the most recent weeks, I’ve been wearing pads regularly. As a result, I’ve had few serious daytime incidents, though I have had a good number of leaks necessitating panty changes and pad replacements, and a few bigger accidents (which I’ll tell you about, or already have). This is also a little annoying because I’ve been selling my used panties to customers and not all of them want panties which have been peed in, accidents have required me to wash the panties and start wearing them all over again. All of this hasn’t stopped me from enjoying my fetish, and as I’m using them more often, I’ve been on a bit of a pad binge lately. I’ve kind of been enjoying wearing protection to bed and cuddling the hubby. It’s winter and often chilly at night, and cuddling in a diaper is a lovely feeling. Waking up wet it much less enjoyable, but the Goodnite makes it as manageable as possible. Oh and on a random note, I’ve also been leaking a lot more during sex, meaning that we’ve been going through a decent amount of towels on a good week. So this has been the past two months for me, and the OAB issues have been getting gradually a little worse, despite the precautions I’ve been taking. I’ve been waiting for my urologist appointment for quite some time, and it’s the first step I need to take in order to get a referral for the Botox treatment. The waiting list to see my urologist is longer than the list to get the Botox treatment, so my hope has been to get the old bladder working before the end of February. In anticipation of the appointment, I’ve been keeping a voiding diary (and actually I’ve been using an App on my phone, which is more geared towards kids, but kinda fun. DryDawn lets me print off reports for my urologist and is kinda cute). Well this past Friday I finally went in to see my urologist. Now in the past, when I was visiting my urologist more often, I would often experiment, just a little. In the UK my urologist would make you do a flow test and ultrasound every appointment, even if they were only 3 months apart, so I started experimenting a little. This included wearing a diaper to one appointment, and even ‘planning’ an accident at another. It is wrong to include others non-consensually in your kink, but I felt like in this case it wasn’t the same, as these were things I would actually do normally. For example, the ‘planned ultrasound accident’ was really a recreation of a real accident I had had at an appointment when I was in high school. I don’t see my Canadian urologist nearly as often, and so the redundant ultrasounds and flow tests don’t happen. I considered planning another accident, as I recall the emotions associated with this accident a lot still when I’m masturbating and they very often push me over the edge. But I have already done this, and besides, due to the increased inconvenience of my recent wettings, and the rarity with which I see my urologist, I felt like this might be a distraction. Also, given my current bladder situation, I don’t think I could hold nearly as much liquid, and I would almost certainly lose control of the situation very quickly. So this urologist appointment was going to be all business, or mostly business. Leading up to the appointment I was concerned about leaks and real accidents. To do an ultrasound (and flow test) you are asked to arrive with a ‘comfortably full bladder.’ Now because, as I’ve noted above, a full bladder puts me at considerable risk of having a real accident when my OAB symptoms kick in, I struggled to come up with just what a ‘comfortably full bladder’ would feel like for me. These days, a full bladder might be physically comfortable, but leave me super nervous about accidents. I settled on the solution of wearing protection to the appointment, and to add a little thrill to the experience, I would wear a Goodnite, rather than a more mature-looking Always or Depends pullup, or a more discreet pad. Now I’ve worn protection to numerous appointments in the past. My history of having real accidents when wandering about with a full bladder, or when a doctor pressed a freezing cold ultrasound wand on my distended bladder, has taught me to do this. In the past I’ve worn bulky incontinence pads to appointments, and these have often necessitated changing afterwards. One I have worn a Goodnite to an appointment, and the technician did not bat an eyelid at them when they pulled down the front of my pants to do the ultrasound. But this was only once, and my heart was pounding the whole time. So, for Friday’s appointment, I decided that once again, I would wear a Goodnite to the appointment, and see what happened. I woke up wet and therefore started my day with a shower. So in preparation for the 1:40 appointment I kept well hydrated all morning and used the washroom several times. My morning two mugs of green tea went through me like a flood. I printed off my voiding diary and bladder stats, and checked some emails. At 11 am I got ready to leave, the appointment was across town and required some complicated use of buses and the Skytrain, and I didn’t want to arrive late. My plan was to arrive early and read a book in a nearby café before heading over to the office. Before I left, I changed out of the PJs I was wearing around the house, and into one of the owl-print Goodnites I love so much. Overtop I pulled a pair of my Little Mermaid boy-short panties (my cute green ones). I typically always wear panties overtop of diapers when I’m wearing out in public, this makes changing easier as you can just tear off the Goodnite, and also cuts down on noise. The panty waistband can also offer some added discretion if the panties are sufficiently large. I then pulled on a pair of light jeans. If I did have an accident, the Goodnites would almost certainly catch everything, however they leaked, I didn’t want to make things easier for me. I put a tank top over my bra, buttoned up a blouse and put on a nice jumper over top. I put on some makeup and grabbed my book, purse and phone, and headed out into the world around 11:30. Not bad prep time actually ;) I did have pads and my usual spare pair of panties in my purse, but did not bring a larger bag with say a change of pants. I used the washroom right before leaving the house, as I’d filled up during my preparations. I brought a small water bottle and some snacks as well. I therefore left the house in my Goodnite, I was filled with mixed and complicated emotions. I read my book in transit and was acutely aware of the diaper I was wearing. I’ve worn out in public tons of times, both for fun and out of need. Sometimes this seems like a normal thing and I quickly almost forget about the protection I’m wearing. Other times I’ll we aware of it all the time, and worry about leaks or peeks. Today, given what was going to transpire in the early afternoon, I was very aware of the protection I was wearing and made sure my larger jumper covered the waistband of my jeans when I moved about. The transit gods smiled on me, and I arrived at the general vicinity of the urologist’s office with lots of time to spare, it was about 1 pm when I arrived, and so I headed over to a small independent café across the street and ordered a large tea. My water bottle was empty at this point and I could feel myself filling up. I was at about a 4 on the old desperation scale; the point where I was comfortable, and would likely not use the washroom just in case, unless I was about to depart on a long car ride, or that sort of thing. I settled down and read my book for half an hour. At about 1:20 pm, I felt like I was would not be full enough for the appointment, and since I’d already finished my tea, I had a glass of water and I filled my water bottle from the water jug as well. I downed this, and was feeling to be about a 6 or a 7 when I got up at 1:30 pm and wandered over to the office to check in. Now the reason I didn’t fill up to the point of jumping about and/or needing to hold myself, was that despite the fact that I was schedule for 1:40 pm, I’ve almost never been to an appointment with a urologist that wasn’t running behind. It has something to do with the tests they do and other factors, but they never seem to be on time. My UK clinic had a sign that said “if your appointment is 45 minutes late, see the nurses at the front,” largely because people are regularly arriving with full bladders and 45 minutes was a typical, albeit horribly long, wait for the office. I signed in and the friendly woman at the front desk, who was about my age, maybe a little older, but who was wearing far too much makeup, confirmed my address, and asked me if I needed to pee. It’s always a little embarrassing to have a stranger ask you this, and I must have blushed a little because she broke eye contact, but I confirmed that yes, I did have to go. “We are running about 15 minutes late, will you be ok?” she asked. I thought about it for a little bit, but given my current situation, another 15 or 20 minutes seemed reasonable. I was feeling a little brave as well, and I thought downing my water bottle over this time as well. I confirmed that I would be ok, still blushing, and she directed me to take a seat. The waiting room was small and cramped. It constituted about 8 chairs around a small alcove (three on each side and two on the back), with a table strewn with magazines, OAB leaflets, and other brochures. There was a sad looking fake plant in the corner, and a water cooler near the entrance with little paper cups. The alcove is off to the right when you come in the entrance of the office, but no immediately to the right, this is the washroom, marked with a generic sign. The nurses/receptionist desk is off to the left with a hall leading into the examination rooms beside it. The reception desk is not too far from the waiting alcove and I nervously thought that everyone in the waiting room could hear our conversation, despite my hushed tone. I took off my jacket and grabbed a seat between two people. I looked around the waiting room, and there were a number of other people there. I don’t really recall all the details, but it was sufficiently crowded that I needed to take a seat between two people. I chose the seat in the corner on the right hand side, next to the sad-looking plant. To my left was an elderly woman sitting next to an elderly man. I assumed they were a couple, as they exchanged quiet words from time to time. To my right was a 40-something woman with who I assume was her daughter of 13 or 14 sitting beside her. Sitting across from me was an older man, maybe in his 50s or 60s, who was sitting in the middle of the three seats on this side. I felt more comfortable sitting between the two women. Walking in I smiled awkwardly at the other people in the waiting room but didn’t get much of a response. The young girl was playing on her phone (or some device), her mother was reading a magazine. The man across from me was sitting there waiting quietly, and the couple to my left were similarly waiting, though every so often one of them would explore the materials on the table. Everyone looked relatively relaxed, and by this I mean no one was sitting on their heel, bouncing up and down, or holding themselves. I opened my bag and removed my book, and continued reading. Every so often I would look up, distracted by a movement from a fellow patient. I deduced that the woman in the couple next to me was likely the patient, and that her husband was there for support. It was also not hard to deduce that the young girl was the patient brought by her mother (as otherwise she would have been in school). I commiserated with her, as I’ve been in her exact place before. I continued to read but was becoming increasingly full. Again feeling a little exhibitionistic, I decided that I would play at being a little more desperate than I actually was. I crossed my legs, and wiggled my foot. After about 5 minutes a woman in a long coat walked out from the examination room hallway, exchanged a few words with the woman at the reception, and headed out. A few minutes later a female nurse in her 40s walked out and spoke with the receptionist, and then called a name. The older man across from me stood up and followed her inside. I was now at about an 8 on the desperation scale and beginning to worry, just a little. It was a only 1:45pm, but given the number of people in the waiting room, I was expecting a longer than 15 minute wait. I was most worried about having a bladder spasm, as I was pretty sure I could last at least another 20 minutes without too much difficulty, and perhaps longer if need be, but if my bladder decided to send me an urge spasm, I was at the point now where I would likely only barely make it to the nearby washroom, if at all. I was also super nervous, my heart was pounding in time with my jiggling foot, and I noticed I wasn’t making much progress on my book. I bookmarked my spot, and decided to abandon my reading. I squeezed my legs together more tightly, and reminded myself that I was wearing reliable protection, and that I could always get up and ask to use the washroom ‘to relieve pressure’ if I absolutely had to. But this didn’t quite comfort me, I suppose my intentional desperate body language was tricking my brain into thinking I was more desperate than I was. The young girl tugged on her mother’s sleeve and whispered something in her ear, and her mother responded quietly back. The older couple sat in amiable silence. And I sat there, legs tightly twisted together, jiggling my foot desperately. This tableau continued for some time, until about 1:55pm (I checked my phone), when a different middle-aged female nurse came out and called another name. This time the older couple got up, and, after taking some time gathering their things, they followed the nurse in. As the waiting room emptied, I could feel eyes on me. I looked up and could see the receptionist looking my way, inquisitively. Glancing about I also briefly saw the eyes of the young girl staring at me, before they were quickly averted. I was still at about an 8.5 but my desperation was increasing significantly. I had to decide if I was going to hold myself or sit on my heel. I opted for holding myself, because if I did have a leak while sitting on my heel there was a very good chance that the Goodnite might leak. I carefully uncrossed my legs and keeping them tightly squeezed together. I was no longer play-acting desperate body language, I was honestly desperate. It was 2:00 pm and my appointment was nowhere in sight. I moved my purse to my lap to provide cover, and once it was there, I carefully moved my hand underneath and pressed two fingers between my legs. All the while, I could not keep my foot from jiggling. At about this time, another patient came in through the office door and checked in with the receptionist. This time it was an older man, probably in his 60s, and after speaking with the receptionist, he moved to assume the spot across from me. He smiled as he came into the waiting area, and made some comment about the weather. The woman and her daughter ignored him and had another whispered exchange. As a result, I felt like the comment was directed at me and that social pressure dictate that I respond (I was no longer reading after all). Not wanting to be rude, but also not wanting to have a lengthy conversation, lest my desperation be audible in the sound of my voice, I gave a non-committal answer. He tried for conversation a second time, and this time cheerfully asked something like: “You been here before?” I wasn’t going to escape from this conversation that easily, and so, hand still surreptitiously holding myself under my purse, I made light conversation, or tried to. My foot was wiggling uncontrollably now, and I my legs were shaking a little. I responded something like “Yes, this is my first time to this doctor.” This is a new urologist for me, I’m relatively new to the city and I’ve usually gone to a clinic near our flat when I need medication or for general checkups. I went there in November to get a referral to a urologist, it’s really hard to find a family doctor in Vancouver, but the local clinic knows me pretty well. I feel more comfortable once I’ve had the same doctor a couple of times, I am always embarrassed by raised eye brows and probing questions from new doctors reading my file for the first time. The older man was giving off the vibe of someone who does not quite pick up on subtle social cues, like the curt answer I had just delivered, or perhaps he was super desperate and talking took his mind off of it. Either way, he pressed on. “I’m here because of the old prostate, never been to this kinda doctor before.” I’ve tried to capture his friendly but colloquial manner, also this is sort of an approximation of the conversation, it’s surprisingly hard to remember things when you are bursting. “So your first time too then.” He finished, which was not quite a question. I felt compelled to answer him, rather than give a non-committal ‘uh huh,’ but also not wanting to give this man my life story coupled with my medical history. “No, I’ve had a number of doctors, this is just my first time here.” I clarified. Now don’t forget, I was edging towards a 9 on the desperation scale, though I was still holding on at an 8.5, my hand offering whatever support it could between my legs, hopefully shielded from view by my purse. The padding of the combination of my jeans and the diaper I was wearing made my two fingers not as effective as if I’d been wearing a thin dress… or if my hand were inside my Goodnite. Unfortunately this would have been wildly inappropriate, but a girl can dream. At the edge of my vision I could see the girl and her mother exchanging more whispers. I was very preoccupied with my own situation, but I think I could see clear signs of desperation in the girl. “Oh,” he intoned, perhaps now picking up on my flat disengaging tone. But no, he pressed on. Who makes idle conversation in a doctors waiting room? “You been waiting long?” He asked, thankfully steering the conversation in another direction. “Um,” using this opportunity to press my thighs together more closely, which was hard given that my legs were shaking. I know that sitting sort of hunched over in this fashion is not the most effective way to hold your pee when you are super desperate, but it was the only position I could take given the type of chairs and my need to hold myself. Checking my phone required an awkward one armed maneuver into my purse. I looked at my phone and it said 2:08 pm. “Um not too long, maybe half an hour.” I replied vaguely, slipping my phone back into my bag. Fool! I should have pretended to check a message or something to escape the conversation. “Oh, that long huh? Well, you look like you need to go badly.” He observed in a tone that implied that he commiserated with my situation. I could feel my face burn as I blushed crimson. I was horrified. He must have noticed, as he let the conversation thankfully trail off at this point. I was pretty desperate, and I’m sure it was rather obvious, but there is something utterly embarrassing about a stranger noticing and pointing out these signs. I had the fleeting desire to deny the need to go, like a child caught holding themselves and bouncing about might do when confronted by an adult and asked if the needed to go. But I was too embarrassed, and still thinking clearly used this awkward moment to try to extricate myself from the conversation. At this point the girl whispered something else to her mother, who stood up, and made her way to the receptionist, where she asked a question. Probably the question we were all wondering. The receptionist responded in a voice that carried over into the waiting room, something along the lines of “It should not be much longer, no more than 10 minutes.” And then she said something else in a quieter tone and had a short, hushed conversation with the woman. My mind did some quick math and thinking. So 15 minutes, who did that apply to? Was it the estimate for the young girl and mother, and who was first? If I was first, and the receptionist was predicting 15 minutes, then I was likely going to be seen right away. But if they were going to be seen first, then did I have to wait another 20 to 25 minutes? How many technicians were they operating? If it was just one then it might take longer. If it was two, then surely I’d be seen shortly. My mind raced and this was nice, as it sort of took my mind off my growing desperation. I did take a moment to contemplate just going in my Goodnite, this was one of the reasons I had chosen to wear it, in case there were delays, in case I had a bad urge and couldn’t make it to the washroom on time, and also for the little thrill of wearing it in a situation where it would be seen. But I also was not sure about my ability to stop after having initiated a flow. And while the new Goodnites are pretty good and do hold almost a full Rachel bladder, I definitely had a full Rachel bladder at this point. It would likely leak. Plus sitting down makes leaks unpredictable. Not only this, but you are supposed to have a full bladder for these tests, and if I emptied my bladder into the diaper (or in the washroom literally next to me), I would have to wait for it to refill. Yes, there was the option of trying to half empty my bladder in either the toilet or my Goodnite, but I really didn’t think I could stop the flow mid-way through, it would be more like at the last quarter if I was luck. While all this was racing through my head, the man, perhaps realizing his social faux pas was rummaging around on the table for a magazine, and the mother and daughter were exchanging words in very hushed tones. I didn’t catch much at all, only a few snippets. But after a few more words, the girl handed her phone to her mother and walked around the corner to the washroom. I’m pretty sure I know what had been discussed. Clinics will always let you use the washroom if you are desperate to go, and they ask you to just release a little, to remove the pressure. As I was just discussing, this isn’t really an option available to me, but it is very common. Worst case of course you empty your whole bladder and then have to sit there for however long it takes to refill it using the little paper cups from the water cooler. It was 2:11 pm. With only three of us in the waiting area, and my inclination leaning towards jumping in the loo as soon as the girl returned, I finally spotted the first nurse walking to the receptionist. They spoke very briefly and there was a point. Then I heard my name. “Kirwan? Kirwan?” I pulled my hand out from between my legs and jumped up. This was perhaps ill-advised as it sent shocks of desperation through my abdomen. I hurried over, forgetting my jacket in the waiting room. “Yes, that’s me.” I gasped. “Ready?” Ask the kindly looking nurse. Like I mentioned, she was in her 40s, and had long black hair. She was a little over weight, but in a way that indicated that she’d likely had a couple of children. I nodded vigorously, and followed her down the hall. She made small talk as we walked. “Sorry we were running a little late… Would you like to use the washroom before we do the ultrasound? Just to let off a little pressure?” She asked kindly. “Better not,” I replied. Walking seemed to have reduced my acute desperation for the time being, and I felt like I had settled in to an 8.5. And then, feeling like some explanation was needed, and blushing a little, I added “It’s hard for me to stop once I get going.” “Oh that’s ok, we’ll be super quick.” She replied. “That’s the washroom for after.” She gestured towards a clearly marked door on our right. “And we will be in here.” She gestured to a room almost across the hall from the washroom to the left. The hallway continued along a ways and I noticed other doors and trolleys and baskets along the sides of the hallway out of the corner of my eye as we turned into the room. “So you’ve done this before?” The nurse asked. For some reason the rooms where they do ultrasounds always seem darker than they should, it’s a little strange. Anyhow, I was in no condition to observe the room too closely. The abatement to my desperation due to walking was gone, and I was at a 9. It wasn’t a ‘the pee is coming now’ kind of 9, but it was certainly a ‘you need to find a washroom in the next two minutes or it’s going to happen’ kind of 9. I concentrated hard on controlling my bladder. “Yeah, a couple of times.” I replied, almost not hearing her answer. “You can put your purse here if you like,” said the nurse, helpfully gesturing to a couple of chairs to the right of the door. I did so, and then hurried to the table. Knowing the process by this point, I undid the top button of my jeans. I lay on my back and rolled up my tops, revealing my naked belly. “Ok, so I’ll only scan your bladder now, then you can use the washroom, it’s all set up for your flow test. When you come back, I’ll scan for residual and do your kidneys, sound good?” She asked, while rolling the ultrasound machine over to the side of the table. “I really have to go.” I admitted a little panicky, and blushing just a little. For some reasons it’s easier to tell a medical practitioner these things, rather than say a random guy. “Don’t worry I’ll be quick.” She replied. “Would you mind undoing those a little?” She gestured towards my jeans. While I had undone the button, I had no touched the fly at all. They need to scan your full bladder for these kinds of ultrasounds, and this usually involves them having to pull down the waistband of your trousers. I am fully aware of this, having done a dozen or so ultrasounds in my day, and as I mentioned, would almost always wear a pad to these tests, and a pair of panties which look dignified, so not my adorable little mermaid panties. Today I had broken both of these practices, and was wearing green Little Mermaid panties overtop of a Goodnite. Not quite caring at this point, but also getting a secret exhibitionistic rush, I undid my fly, and pulled it all the way down. And for good measure (and to avoid getting the ultrasound goo on my jeans), I shimmied my pants down a little, wiggling my bum. In so doing I revealed the top inch of the waistband of the Goodnites, and the top portion of my panties. The Little Mermaid emblem is on the bum of the panties, so this was not visible, and they would appear to the casual observing nurse, to be a normal pair of green panties. My desperation was a powerful all-consuming force at this point, and I considered just releasing. Wetting a Goodnite while laying on your back is one of the safer positions in which to flood it. It is when you lay on your side that you have to worry about leaks. I decided to hold on until after the test, as I could make it, if it happened now. The nurse pulled out a piece of thin paper and, pulling the waistband of my diaper and panties down a little ways, tucked it in, she tucked in a second piece of paper next to it. “This will keep your …” She paused, and then quickly re-phrased, “This will stop the gel from getting on your clothes.” I was blushing in the low light of the room. My heart was pounding and I could feel my adrenaline rising. This was that exquisite exhibitionistic thrill suffuses my body in panicky energy. My diaper was obvious. She has clearly seen the upper purple waistband of the Goodnite, and had been about to say something like ‘keep your underwear or clothes dry’ or something like that, but had quickly stopped herself. I was not imagining things. I couldn’t help but close my eyes for a moment. And I only opened them when I felt the warm gel being rubbed all over my belly. I remember when the gel was cold, but at some point in my lifetime of bladder issues, a genius had added a gel warmer to the ultrasound trolley. I, and probably millions of women (and men) are thankful for this, I’m sure. The nurse pressed the want into my bulging bladder. It was clearly visible protruding right above the thin paper, which covered my Goodnite, a round softball, crying out for release. I watched her move the wand around my belly, looking at the screen to her left as she did so. She pressed firmly with the wand, and I could not resist letting out a little gasp. Did I let out a few drops as well? I wasn’t sure. “It’s ok, almost done.” She intoned, sensing my growing desperation. The wand moved about over my stretched skin. Over and around my bulging bladder. The pressure from the wand was considerable, and pushed me into the 9.5-10 level of desperation. I don’t know if others have shared this experience with me, but at this point, when your body is ready to override you mental commands and release your bladder, you sometimes have difficulty actually peeing? Well this was what happened to me now. I felt an acute sharpness in my bladder and then, in a millisecond of panic, I relaxed my sphincter mentally. But it did not respond right away. It was as if it wanted to take some sort of victory lap after the impressive accomplishment of keeping me from an accident for so long. “All done.” The nurse said, whipping the gel off my belly with a scratchy piece of paper towel. As she removed the two pieces of paper from my waistband, I could feel a tiny amount of pee escaping into the Goodnite. Not a spurt, but a steady flow, only it was very thin, as though all of the effort in holding back my pee had really tightened up my urethra, turning my normal wide flow into a thin jet. I gasped a little, or moaned, I’m not sure which, but I made some kind of vocalization, and I’m not sure if it gave away my predicament. “Ok, I’ll get the commode set up for your flow test, can you wait another few seconds?” She ask. “I just need to push on button.” She added, moving over to the door and opened it. Had she closed it when we came in? She must have, but I didn’t remember. I didn’t bother to do up my button or pull down my sweater. I was tempted to hold myself to provide a final bit of support as I made my way to the toilet, now within my view. But I held off, this would only make pulling down my bottoms all the more difficult. Instead, I used one of my hands to hold my pants up, and followed her out across the hall into the washroom. All the while my bladder slowly released. She fiddled with the buttons attached to the commode for what seemed like ages, though it was probably only a second or two. The commodes that they use for these kinds of flow tests are like normal toilets with raised seats. Inside the toilet bowl is a sensor which detects how fast your flow is, and if there are any disruptions or that sort of thing. As I stepped into the washroom and with the toilet in sight I could feel the flow of pee jetting into my Goodnite widen just a little bit. Could I almost make out a faint hiss of pee hitting the material of the diaper? I was standing there staring at the toilet, my way barred by a friendly and helpful nurse. I blushing furiously, thinking she could hear me peeing myself. Stopping was not an option at this point. Though the flow seemed to be slower than normal. I still felt like my urethra was narrower than normal – letting out a thinner-than-normal jet of pee, though a jet of pee none the less. I was also thinking feverishly; trying to decide whether I should pull down everything, and risk getting my jeans wet, or whether I should just worry about the jeans and panties and fishing sitting on the toilet in my Goodnites, with the toilet catching the overflow (because this Goodnite was going to over flow, I could just feel it). I decided, and felt around with the fingers of each of my hands, feeling for the waistband of my panties. The toilet beeped. “Ok, all set,” The nurse stepped away from the toilet. Only a couple of seconds had passed. I was at the toilet in an instant. Still freely peeing into my Goodnite, in a fluid motion I pulled my jeans and underwear down, turned, and plunked myself down on the toilet. My body released and I flooded the Goodnite, suffusing my labia a hot wetness. “Come back over when you are done.” The nurse intoned from the door of the washroom. When she said this I was jarred from my reverie of relief and looked up to see her standing at the bathroom door. In my haste to get onto the toilet, I’d forgotten about privacy. I’d not given her time to exit the washroom before I yanked down my jeans and panties. She quickly turned and closed the door behind her. I was awash in emotions: The sense of blissful relief resulting from finally getting to pee. Pride, in having held on for so long, and for having made what I think was a good choice about not pulling down the pullup. And horrifying embarrassment at having pulled down my pants in front of the nurse, magnified because I had done so wearing a cute owl print Goodnite diaper. My heart was pounding as though I’d just done wind sprints or stairs, and my system was suffused with adrenaline. My original plan had been to get a little thrill of excitement from having a stranger see the waistband of my Goodnites, and also the fun of public desperation in a safe setting. I had not planned for the nurse to see my entire diapered bottom half, or to release right before reaching the washroom. I suppose if I’d thought through my plan, and given the current behaviour of my bladder these past few months, that a key-in-latch leak was likely, but I suppose I underplayed this. Or slightly miscalculated my fluids. Or the wait was longer than I had planned. Maybe I should have tried to release while back in the waiting room. That felt like hours ago. I could hear the tinkling sound of pee overflowing the Goodnite and dripping into the toilet. I reached down and pulled down on the gusset to allow pee to escape there. The tinkle was replaced with a brief fwoosh, and then resumed, as pee simply rolled off the Goodnites gusset and into the toilet. If I don’t do this, the seal of the gathers on the new Goodnites is so good that sometimes the pee will overflow up the back or up the front and escape along the upper sides of the absorbent section or even the top (if I’m laying down for example). I was not keen on getting my cloths wet, or having to wipe down the floor. The pee was warm against my fingers. I could hear the hiss of my pee as it overwhelmed the diaper. It is hard to recall just how long I peed for, given the strange stilted start, but it was certainly a good minute, probably a little longer. As I was finishing, I was rocked with another wave of panic. Remember a few moments ago when I had a vague sense of pride at having correctly decided that I should leave the Goodnites up to protect my clothes? Well I had forgotten that I was supposed to be doing a flow test. The whole reason the nurse had been in the washroom at all was to turn the machine one. Despite the fact that a decent amount of pee was dripping into the toilet from the overwhelmed Goodnite, I was not doing the test correctly. Most of the pee, had been absorbed into the Goodnite. At this point I was pretty overwhelmed by everything and gave a couple of large panicky breaths. I worked at calming myself down, still sitting on the toilet wearing the bloated and wet Goodnite. I hastily tore the sides of the Goodnite and carefully pulled it up the front. If you let the front flop down, it risks spilling unabsorbed pee everywhere, and I had not come this far to get my panties and jeans (still around my ankles) wet. Some additional pee dripped into the commode. I rolled the wet diaper up and put it on the ground beside me. It dripped a little. I reached for the toilet paper and carefully wiped and dried myself. This took several wads. I also used one to wipe my eyes. At some point a couple of tears had escaped. My heart was still pounding, and I was almost shaking from the adrenalin. Fully dry, I pulled up my panties and jeans, did them up, and then picked up the wet Goodnite and deposited it in the garbage which had been just out of reach when I was sitting on the toilet. Heavy with pee, it sunk into the paper towel there. I washed my hands and added another few flowers of paper on top of it. I wet down a wad of paper towel with cool water and held it over my face to cool it, as it felt like it was on fire. There was a knock. “Everything ok?” I heard the nurse inquire through the door. “Yes, thank you” I stammered, my voice breaking. I heard a shuffling on the other side, and moved to lock the door. I then spent a couple of minutes composing myself and taking deep breaths. I looked around the washroom finally. Apart from the usual stuff, there was the commode, and beside it a urinal. The top of the commode had a panel with buttons and a piece of paper, that looked a lot like a receipt from the grocery story, had been spit out. I’ve seen these before. The machine spits out a paper copy of your flow. I asked one of my old urologists about the purpose of the flow test many exams ago, and the answer is that they are looking for irregularities. People with prostate issues will start and stop and create peaks and valleys on the sheet. Those with trouble starting will have a certain kind of line. I looked at my sheet of paper, and saw a couple of little bumps and then a big hump, followed by a low and bumpy line. This would be wholly useless as a diagnostic tool for my urologist, not that I’ve ever had issues with flow. I wasn’t concerned about the diagnostic implications of what had happened, but I still could not think of a way to explain it to the nurse without dying of embarrassment. I had been in the washroom for about 8 minutes when I realized that I had filled up a little. In the past, when I’ve done these tests, if they test you and find that you still have more than a couple of mils of residual they ask for you to try again. Hoping to avoid this, I pulled my jeans and panties back down and peed for another dribbling ten seconds on the commode. I wiped and washed my hands. I knew I could not remain in the washroom for much longer without worrying the nurse, and still with no idea about what I would say, I took the little piece of paper with further evidence of my shame, unlocked the bathroom door, and walked across the hall to the ultrasound room. I saw the nurse down the hall as I did so. It looked as though she was talking to the receptionist. I entered the empty room and sat in the chair next to my purse. I heard the nurse walking down the hall, arrive at the intersection of the examination room and washroom and turn into the washroom. She moved around in there for a short while and then returned to the examination room. “Everything ok?” She inquired, even toned and professional but with a hint of genuine concern. “I… Um…” I was still not sure exactly how to explain what had happened. And opening my mouth didn’t seem to help. She quickly saved me the trouble by interrupting my stammering. “Don’t worry, the flow test isn’t necessary, it’s ok.” The nurse said comfortingly, reaching down and removing the piece of paper which I was clutching between two fingers. “I can take this.” I was grateful that she had cut me off before I began to explain. I’m still not exactly sure what I would have said. However, her cutting me off in this way indicated to me that she knew exactly what had happened (or close enough to it), having seen the first part and extrapolated. “All right, let’s scan you now that you are empty, can you hop back up on the table please?” She asked politely in a chipper tone. I stood up, a little apprehensive and once again undid my jeans button. I also unzipped them and shimmied them down a little before I crawled back up on the examination table. In case it wasn’t obvious to her before, it was clear that I had wet my Goodnite, or at least removed it. This time she slipped the two pieces of thin paper underneath the waistband of my panties, and went about slathering on the ultrasound gel. I made eye contact with her for a minute and she smiled politely and reassuringly, as only a good professional nurse can do. The second part of the test took considerably longer than the first part. She once again scanned my bladder, saying something like, “Good, residual is only Xmls.” Feeling like I had to chime in at this point, I gathered up my courage and added “I used the toilet a second time.” Though I could have provided more detail, I couldn’t bring myself to. “Oh that’s good,” she replied. I was then instructed to roll onto each of my sides so that she could scan each of my kidneys. She was very thorough. I lay there, heart still pounding but slowing a little, as she rolled the wet gel-covered ultrasound probe over my lower body. The kidney scan takes considerably longer, as they always look for issues and stones and the like, and I was grateful that this was (and typically is) done after you’ve had the chance to empty your bladder. She finished and wiped the gel off my sides. “Ok, I’ll just put all of this in your file and show you to the consultation room, Dr. Y will be with your shortly.” She informed me. The test over, I sat up from the bed, and hopped off. I pulled up and then did up my jeans, and went over to the chair by the door where I had deposited my purse. While I was doing this the nurse jotted some notes down in my file, and then stapled the little slip of paper from my ‘failed’ flow test into the coloured folder. I waited politely by the down, face downcast for a few moments while she completed her notes. She then got up from the little wheelie stool that she had been sitting on in order to do the test, and headed out of the room. “Just this way.” I followed her out and to the left down the hall. We turned once and then she showed me into a typical consultation room. “Just have a seat and Dr. Y will be with you shortly.” She informed me again, smiling at me kindly. I opted to sit in one of the chairs in the room, rather than the examination table, as I wasn’t expecting any kind of medical exam at this point. This was generally the part of the appointment where I simply talk to the doctor. In the past, when my doctor was familiar with my case and myself they would ask about my progress or success with a different medication we were trying, or an update. As this was a new doctor, I was expecting to have to rehash my medical (and more bladder) history with them. I had brought notes as I tend to forget the names of the different medications I’ve tried and significant dates and the like, and I had also brought my voiding diary (printed off from the helpful App.). I won’t recount the 20 minute consultation I had with the urologist, as I’ve actually rehashed most of my relevant medical history above, but I’ll add that the nurse and doctor did have a muted conversation just outside of earshot down the hallway before the doctor came in, and this made me blush a little. I was a little flustered all the same and the 10 minutes wait for the urologist to come to see me only permitted me to regain my composure to an extent. I was glad that I had brought my notes. Apart from a surprise question about UTIs which got me a little flustered for reasons I won’t go into, the conversation was pretty typical. I’m please to say that the urologist did give me a referral for another round of Botox treatment, and I am just waiting for this appointment, it should be in early March. I’ll report back on how this goes for those who are interested. After I got my referral, as well as a repeat of some advice about lifestyle changes I could make to reduce my symptoms, and a prescription for the medication I will occasionally take to reduce my symptoms further, the doctor walked me out into the reception area. I thanked them and smiled awkwardly at the receptionist whose expression I could not read, and I headed towards the door. Just as I was about to leave the receptionist called my name. “Ms. Kirwan?” She called after me. I froze, one hand on the door, not sure what would happen next. “Is that your coat?” She asked. I turned around and did an awkward arm gesture, in which I suppose I was feeling for the coat I was not wearing, realized I did not have it, walked back to the waiting room, and found my coast still on the back of my chair where I had left it hours(?) ago. I retrieved it, not really paying any attention to the three people in the waiting too, except to notice that the man and the woman and her child were no longer there. I thanked the receptionist, slipped into my jacket, and beat a retreat back to the SkyTrain. Outside the office I texted my husband to let him know that everything had gone ok, neglecting to tell him about some, or rather most, of the actual things that transpired at the urologists office. I think sending him this much writing in a single text might challenge his appreciation for smart phone technology, and well while I’m open about my medical issues and kinks with him, this isn’t exactly something I think either of us are comfortable discussing. I decided to treat myself to some food, as I’d not had much before the appointment. I found a nice place nearby, and as I worked my way through some sushi, my heart rate reached a normal rate. The complicated maelstrom of emotions associated with these kinds of embarrassing incidents began to roil inside of me. It would take a while for me to process all the emotions from today’s misadventure, to isolate the exciting ones from the terrifying ones. But what was clear was that I had some writing to do when I got home. Thanks for sticking out to the end of this, I realize that 17 pages is actually quite a lot of writing to tell a story that could have been told in a couple of paragraphs, but I suppose that it is cathartic to write this stuff down. I’ve got a whole folder of experiences I’ve had, with half-completed one dominating at this point, and it’s interesting to go through them and re-read some of the strange, embarrassing, funny, and exciting things I’ve got up to. Stay tuned for another update. Hugs, Rach
  10. I was just curious if anyone has any stories of being desperate or peeing at the doctor. Is anyone else excited by knowing you might have to give a sample? Or does anyone have a medical fetish that ties in with this? ?
  11. ehr100

    At the Doctors

    Sue and her husband Steve have a visit to the doctor. Sue had been feeling poorly with this bug. It affected her throat and chest and she had a bit of cough. She decided after a few days she could not shift it so she went to the doctors for an examination. As they were a lot of patients with the same symptoms the doctors office was inundated,so a late afternoon appointment was the only one available. She booked in and asked if you would drive her to the doctors as she was so unwell to drive herself. So you accompany her to the waiting room for her to await her appointment. Sue had checked in and there was a couple left waiting for their appointments. As Sue sat down she started to fidget a little as though she needed the toilet. She was hesitant that she would wait until after the appointment or when she got home,as she could be called in to the examination room at any moment. The last patient to be seen had just left the room and Sue was called into Doctor Jones exam room. The only people now left in the building was the doctor,the receptionist,you and Sue. The receptionist was the doctors wife and she was very amply built. Her tits were on the large side and a very sexy body showing off a little of her bosom cleavage. When Sue was called in, the receptionist called you to the desk to help fill in some paperwork on behalf of Sue. They were just updating the records to go onto a new computer system. The receptionist handed you some papers to fill in and you sat back down to do so. Meanwhile Sue had entered the exam room and told the doctor the symptoms. Of course he already knew there was an influx of the big outbreak and had administered some powerful medicine which the patients had claimed worked by the time the appointment was over. Diane remarked how is that possible when she had been taking medicine for days and her throat was not even better. The doctor said well I have some special liquid which if you want can be used immediately. He said that the special medicine was made on the premises and if she would be willing to accept not to disclose any of the formula to anyone outside. Sue agreed. As you were filling in the forms you heard a moan coming from the direction of the reception. You went to investigate secretly and noticed that the receptionist was watching porn on the computer and the sound was on fairly quiet. You thought she was updating records on the computer but she had other ideas. As you peered around the corner of the wall you saw her playing with herself and feeling up her body. This in turn made you rub your groin through your trousers. She had one had rubbing her big tits and one in her panties touching herself. There was a distinct slow moan as she started sliding her fingers into that big juicy hairy cunt of hers. This was just too much for you as you adore hairy cunts,and so in turn you unzipped your trousers and pulled out that willy. It grew as you continued to play and produce a little precum. Her hairy cunt had given her so much room to insert at least 3 fingers in there. You could clearly see how wet she was getting. Her knickers were soon off and she squeezed those big tits together which caused her to show her big red bra she was wearing. If only she knew that you were wanking over her from around the corner of that wall. In the doctors office Sue had now led down on the couch. The doctor was going to prescribe his special medicine but she was feeling anxious of this medicine as whether it would work or be dangerous. The doctor reassured Suethat she had nothing to worry about and he could see she was nervous so told her to relax on the couch. As she led there the doctor put his hands on her midribs. Sue is a prim and proper lady and wore a nice dress which showed her big tits under the material. As the doctor moved his hands around her clothed body he could see the outline of Sue's pert nipples. As he loved big tits (and of course his receptionist wife) he admired looking at them even more. He told Sue to drop her top of the dress down as he wanted to put on his steposcope on her chest to check her breathing. She did as she was told and then as the coolness of the steposcope was put on, she let out a bit of a yelp. The doctor remarked that it was cold. She explained to the doctor that the extreme coolness of the steposcope had made her yelp for a reason. Her desire to go to the toilet was then brought to her attention as she had slightly peed her knickers. The doctor was unaware of Sue's need to relieve herself so he carried on checking. As he moved down he asked Sue to cough. This she did and more pee escaped in her pants. But this time she had the urge to stop before she flooded the place. She told the doctor that her bladder pressure had increased and needed to go to the toilet immediately. The doctor stopped. By now your cock was growing so much that you soaked the end with so much precum it was dripping. You bent down and put your trousers back up and went to sit back down in the waiting room. Just as you sat down the receptionist called you to see if you had finished the paperwork. You had done and took them too her, By now the porn had been turned off and she had redressed the top half of her uniform. However she left her knickers off and they were on the floor just in your view of sight. As she was at the the computer she quickly got a glimpse of your bulge in your trousers and noticed the zip was undone. She thanked you for handing over the forms and you were about to walk back to sit down. Mr Nixon she said did you enjoy watching me, I saw you wanking your willy. I have a mirror in here where I saw you masturbating. You were so embarrased that even before you had the chance to answer she stood up and opened her robe exposing those huge tits and big hairy cunt. So again Mr Smith did you enjoy watching. If so to show your apprecaition drop your trousers for me. But what about my wife-she will be back in a moment. As Sue got off the couch she stood up and as she did immediately buckled to her knees. The doctor helped her to get back on her feet and as she got up she put her hand on her crotch and started to hold herself. So sorry doctor she said but I may not be able to make the toilets. Doctor replied thats alright I understand Mrs Smith just hold on for a second I will see if I have a receptacle for you to go in. But it was too late for that as she hiked up her skirt and pulled her knickers to one side and let her hairy cunt slip open to release her jet of piss. It was so forcefull it flooded a pool on the doctors floor. Sue just stood there and piss was everywhere. She peed for over a minute so must have been holding back a lot. I am sorry doctor Sue said. Mrs Smith it is perfectly alright I am a doctor and I do see a lot of personal incidents and accidents,so please don't apologise, and just lay back on the couch when you are comfortable. I will clear it up later the doctor replied. Sue cleaned up her cunt and led back down while the doctor had buzzed through to reception for the special medicine. Of course there was no answer at first,so buzzed through about 30 seconds later. He said he would be back soon but still remain on the couch. the doctor left the room. The receptionist was now out of her little office and in the waiting room as she showed you her massive tits and started to stroke your little cock. You were just sat there in the waiting room with your trousers down to your ankles and your hands touching her lovely tits and playing with her hairy cunt. She wanked you so hard that she now wanted to suck you. Her mouth was so powerful over that willy you almost came, but you held back. With your eyes closed and head bobbing up and down neither of you had noticed the doctor in the room. He just stood there and watched for a minute or two, then he started rubbing himself. This was such a turn on for him as his wife receptionist was always seducing patients and those in the waiting room at the end of the dayshift. You were so enjoying her sucking when all of a sudden in her mouth you expelled and shot your cum. She took your load in her mouth, but did not swallow. When you opened you eyes you were shocked to see the doctor wanking himself off and felt embarrassed that you forgot to ask about your wife. He was not angry at all. The receptionist still with your cum in her mouth went back to her desk and had a glass tube. She spat it out all in the tube. The doctor then thanked me. what for you asked. Well Mr Smith a lot of patients have come through here in the past few days with this bug. They have left here feeling a lot better and indeed the medicine I administered worked. And thanks to you Mr Smith you have now contributed to the special formula we make here at the practice. Your cum along with everyone my wife has sucked today and for a few days have been saved up in this glass tube. We mix all the cum in the tube from various men and also mine and my wifes urine in there. With that mixture I then administer the medicine to the patient. Your wife has not recieved hers yet so I have to go back to her. Please Mr Smith you must never tell anyone outside this practice about this medicine and especially not to your wife. In return I will let you fuck my wife anytime you want. With that the doctor excused himself. Apologies for the delay Mrs Smith, I just had to go and make up the formula for this special medicine of mine. I want you to know Mrs Smith that you will instantly feel a lot better when you drink this mixture. It should have no side effects unlike other medicine and must all be drank down. You should not require any further but if you do you must take it here in the practice. It is not available outside of here. The doctor showed Sue the tube which was yellow/white from all the piss and cum. This is the medicine that will cure you Mrs Smith, It may not be everyones sweet taste but you must drink it all. I will now pour some in the glass for you. While the doctor had gone in the other room, the receptionist was going to mix some of that new formula and wanted you to watch. She got herself a bucket and stood over it semi naked. Before your wife comes out I am going to let you see my piss coming out through my hairy cunt and into the bucket. And with that a powerful jet of piss left her cunt lips. After she finished she handed me a calling card with her address on. She said give me a call and as my husband told you for donating your spunk you can fuck me. And we keep our promises. I have fucked lots of our patients both male and female and they love giving something back to their community doctors practice. Thank you again Mr Smith, your wife will be out soon. The glass had been poured and the piss and cum mixture looked very cloudy. Please drink this down Mrs Smith and feel better. Sue took the glass and although it looked disgusting like any medicine does. She drank it all. Unknown to her she had just drunk the doctors and the doctors wife's piss and countless members of the public sperm. All this swimming inside of her as a piss/cum cocktail. Thank you doctor, Sue replied, very odd taste but yes I feel better. With that she apologised once again for her pee accident and left. After you two had left the building, both the doctor and his wife cleaned up Sue's piss. But not the usual way of cleaning up,they drank it from the floor. So now Sue's pee was going to be part of the next submission of this new medicine,when both of them piss it out of their system.
  12. amandalu862

    female The patient

    The clinic was new to the town and it was certainly welcomed since the old clinic shut down. The single doctor and nurse were strangers to the town's population but since it was the only medical facility around, they had to visit it for any illness. It was summer time and the town's star pupil, Charlotte Seager, started coughing a lot. "You better take leave and visit the clinic,", her head teacher commented. "I'm...*coughh*, ah *cough*...fine," she stammered. Charlotte or Charlie loved school and did want to miss her maths and history lessons. "You're certainly not. He's a day pass, go and if need to, rest at home tomorrow," the teacher replied. Half-grumbling, half coughing, she packed her bags and exited the school grounds. The sun outside was brightly shining and that was exactly helping the sick 16 year old. Thankfully, Charlie had changed to socks instead of nylon tights. But as she walked to the bus stop, the heat of the day grew and made he cougher even more. The bus ride was no comfort since there was a lack of fans or air-conditioning and it was a rather rickety bus. Finally, after another few more minutes in the heat, she was inside the clinic. "Do you have an appointment dear?" The bespectacled grey haired nurse behind the counter asked. "*Cough*...no," Charlie replied. "Oh do fill this form up. And there's a water fountain over there. You look like you'll need it." After scribbling her particulars, the teenager thankfully drained three cups of water down, which did sooth her throat. Sitting down, she noticed that there were several patients in front of her. It's one of those logn waits she thought, and picked up a magazine. After a few minutes, Charlie felt that her bladder was signalling. "Uhm, nurse, is there a ladies in this building?" "Outside, turn left but I believe it's under repair today. Some leaky pipe." The signal from her bladder grew so Charlotte exited anyway, and indeed found the door to the unisex loo locked. "Open, damnit!" she cried as her bladder's pressure grew. Returning to the waiting area, she asked, "Nurse, is there any other toilet here or nearby?" "No, sorry. I thought you have a sore throat?" "Yeah," Charlotte replied hoarsely then coughed. "But I really have to..." She didn't want to say the word, especially not with the other patients around. "I'm sorry, I do think Dr. Shaw won't be much longer. Just sit down." Shaking her head Charlotte did and crossed her legs and squeezed her eyes. Damn it, hold bladder hold. But why would she suddenly need to pee? It wasn't that much longer. After what seemed like eternity, the other patients were cleared and the nurse called her named. Charlotte literally ran into the room to find a rather young doctor. "Good afternoon, Charlotte?" he read off his folder. "I'm Dr. Charles Shaw. Please take a seat." She did so, again crossing her legs tightly with the increasing pressure from her bladder. "Your throat is given you problems I believe," he continued. "Could you open wide?" She did so and squeezed her eyes shut as he flashed a light and prodded around. Oh please, please, someone stop this torture! Give me a toilet now! "Hmmm, that is really a nasty throat. I'll have to prescribe a heavy dose of anti-bio.." Just as he was talking, Charlotte couldn't bear it any more and shot up from the chair. "Doctor, I need to...." Suddenly her bladder emptied itself, a larger shot immediately staining her translucent blue knickers and spilling onto the ground. "OH MY GOSH!" she exclaimed with her hoarse voice. "Oh m..,," she was lost for words. Doctor Shaw clam walk over and said, "It's ok dear, why don’t you head over to the bed over there?" Her face red with embarrassment, Charlotte proceeded to but her bladder gave way again, with another dribble. "What...what's happening to me?" "Nurse Jane? Could you close reception and bring the mop?" The Doctor called. Turning to his patient, he asked, "have you had any bladder infections recently?" "No...I," she coughed and felt another short drop of urine. This is a nightmare. "I don't know what's happening to me?!" "Well, female bladder problems aren't uncommon with teenagers," he commented, and that didn't ease her worry. Just then the nurse came and saw the mess of the floor. She immediately began to mop but Charlie could only turn redder with embarrassment. "Doctor, I really..." suddenly she peed again, this time onto the bed. "What's happening to me?!!! Why...." "Relax, Charlotte," Dr. Shaw said, motioning her to roll over and placed a thick towel underneath. "Could you remove your skirt and underwear for me?" Already bright red, Charlotte did so and instinctively cover her private part. The doctor walked ovr to a cabinet and extracted several items. "I can't tell exactly what's happening Charlotte, “ he said, "but I can give you something to stop it temporarily." A minute later, he was by her side, holding a filled syringe in his arms. "What...what's that?" "It's an antidiuretic," he replied, and she racked her brains, remembering reading the term in one of her advanced biology textbooks. "It will moderate your urine production for a while." Oh. "Now, Can you place your hands by your side? Won't hurt." Contrary to his description, the injection did. Then he used another syringe to extract a sample of her blood. "Now,” he continued, "that's temporary and I took your blood for further testing. Meanwhile, I suggest you should be given protection." "Protection?" Charlie queried, shifted in the bed. "Well, the drug will wear off after a few minutes and it is not recommended to give another dose, especially for someone your age. So you need to wear continence underwear to catch further leaking." It was then she saw what he had extracted out of the cabinet. "A NAPPY?!" "If you want to call it that," he continued in his calm voice. "Now, could you spread..." "No, no way I'm going to wear that...." she croaked, starting to move off the bed. "I'm..." "You certainly won't be going home with that stained knickers and skirt young lady," he pointed, "This is so silly. Let me...." "I say you have about eight or so minutes before you start wetting again. Now back on the bed." Charlotte's head was spinning and suddenly she felt a bit dizzy. "Back on the bed," she heard him say again. For some reason, she didn't want to but somehow she found herself flat again. "Nurse, please hold her still," he said then she heard a whirling sound. "What...." "I need to shave you," he said, "if not the urine and briefs will create rash." "Noo..." she croaked but the elderly nurse held her down and she felt the metallic blades again her area. After a few minutes, she was released, only to be rolled over to have a mat replace the towel and then something slide underneath. "Ow...Ow...OW!!!" she cried, as she felt a creamy cold substance between her legs. "It's to again guard again rash," the doctor commented, glancing at his watch. "Two minutes." She then realised what else was against her bum. But with the nurse holding her, adhesive sounds followed and the 16 year old was now taped with an adult nappy around her. "Oh my...shit!" she felt a growing warmness between her legs and moved up to see pee staining the nappy. "I can't believe it...." "I told you the drug was temporary," he commented, removing his medical gloves and then stowing the rest of the materials back. "You can get dressed now.. Not your underwear of course." "But how can..." "Put your skirt on, Charlotte," this came from the nurse. She gingerly did so and found it did fit over the thick nappy. "But...I can't go out like this!" "You certainly can't go out with urine flowing down your legs either," he said, "look, the brief can't be seen at all." He was right it couldn't unless someone stared at it. "But..." "I think we're done here, Charlotte. Nurse Jane will give you the antibiotics. Since you are a school going child, there's no need to pay for the pills or the briefs." "But..." He scribbled something and passed it to her. "Here's a note which brand of adult briefs or nappies you would want to get. Tena Slip Maxi would be a great choice. They are thin and absorbent. At least buy one packet and come back to me in say about a week's time. The blood test results should be done by then." Just as on cue, another burst of urine stained her nappy and she squirmed. "Wait, do get back on the bed." She didn't want to, but eventually gave in and he lifted her skirt. "Hmm, it's it rather soggy. Nurse, can you get another out? And the cream and wipes." The tearing sounds of adhesive were heard again and the nappy was yanked away. "Sorry, hospital-grade briefs." he commented, though she did not get him. The stinging happened again as he wiped her vulva and spread cream on it again. Another nappy was slid underneath and secured in place. "But..." she said again getting up. "I can't walk properly." "Nonsense, it's your mind dear," the nurse replied. "And when you get the Tena Slips, they are thiner." "But...what will my family and friends say?" He scribbled another note. "I don't think it's a medical case to excuse you fully from school. But this will excuse you from your Physical Exercise. As I said earlier, it's not uncommon for teens to be incontinent." "But..." "We're closing now. Don't forget your bag and shoes. And the anitbiotics. Also, buy some wipes and DESTIN cream along with the nappies. If you show the store people the note I gave you, you'll get it cheaper. See you next week." With that, the girl who once wore normal underwear half walked, half waddled out of the new clinic. Once she was gone, he turn to the nurse and gave her a hug. "Thanks mum." he said. "That was a great move, lacing the water." "And that was a great act son," she replied, kissing him. "She fell for it." "Yes. Next week when she returns, she'll be all ours." THE END *** Comments welcomed. Will probably post a sequel.
  13. amandalu862

    The Patient

    The clinic was new to the town and it was certainly welcomed since the old clinic shut down. The single doctor and nurse were strangers to the town's population but since it was the only medical facility around, they had to visit it for any illness. It was summer time and the town's star pupil, Charlotte Seager, started coughing a lot. "You better take leave and visit the clinic,", her head teacher commented. "I'm...*coughh*, ah *cough*...fine," she stammered. Charlotte or Charlie loved school and did want to miss her maths and history lessons. "You're certainly not. He's a day pass, go and if need to, rest at home tomorrow," the teacher replied. Half-grumbling, half coughing, she packed her bags and exited the school grounds. The sun outside was brightly shining and that was exactly helping the sick 16 year old. Thankfully, Charlie had changed to socks instead of nylon tights. But as she walked to the bus stop, the heat of the day grew and made he cougher even more. The bus ride was no comfort since there was a lack of fans or air-conditioning and it was a rather rickety bus. Finally, after another few more minutes in the heat, she was inside the clinic. "Do you have an appointment dear?" The bespectacled grey haired nurse behind the counter asked. "*Cough*...no," Charlie replied. "Oh do fill this form up. And there's a water fountain over there. You look like you'll need it." After scribbling her particulars, the teenager thankfully drained three cups of water down, which did sooth her throat. Sitting down, she noticed that there were several patients in front of her. It's one of those logn waits she thought, and picked up a magazine. After a few minutes, Charlie felt that her bladder was signalling. "Uhm, nurse, is there a ladies in this building?" "Outside, turn left but I believe it's under repair today. Some leaky pipe." The signal from her bladder grew so Charlotte exited anyway, and indeed found the door to the unisex loo locked. "Open, damnit!" she cried as her bladder's pressure grew. Returning to the waiting area, she asked, "Nurse, is there any other toilet here or nearby?" "No, sorry. I thought you have a sore throat?" "Yeah," Charlotte replied hoarsely then coughed. "But I really have to..." She didn't want to say the word, especially not with the other patients around. "I'm sorry, I do think Dr. Shaw won't be much longer. Just sit down." Shaking her head Charlotte did and crossed her legs and squeezed her eyes. Damn it, hold bladder hold. But why would she suddenly need to pee? It wasn't that much longer. After what seemed like eternity, the other patients were cleared and the nurse called her named. Charlotte literally ran into the room to find a rather young doctor. "Good afternoon, Charlotte?" he read off his folder. "I'm Dr. Charles Shaw. Please take a seat." She did so, again crossing her legs tightly with the increasing pressure from her bladder. "Your throat is given you problems I believe," he continued. "Could you open wide?" She did so and squeezed her eyes shut as he flashed a light and prodded around. Oh please, please, someone stop this torture! Give me a toilet now! "Hmmm, that is really a nasty throat. I'll have to prescribe a heavy dose of anti-bio.." Just as he was talking, Charlotte couldn't bear it any more and shot up from the chair. "Doctor, I need to...." Suddenly her bladder emptied itself, a larger shot immediately staining her translucent blue knickers and spilling onto the ground. "OH MY GOSH!" she exclaimed with her hoarse voice. "Oh m..,," she was lost for words. Doctor Shaw clam walk over and said, "It's ok dear, why don’t you head over to the bed over there?" Her face red with embarrassment, Charlotte proceeded to but her bladder gave way again, with another dribble. "What...what's happening to me?" "Nurse Jane? Could you close reception and bring the mop?" The Doctor called. Turning to his patient, he asked, "have you had any bladder infections recently?" "No...I," she coughed and felt another short drop of urine. This is a nightmare. "I don't know what's happening to me?!" "Well, female bladder problems aren't uncommon with teenagers," he commented, and that didn't ease her worry. Just then the nurse came and saw the mess of the floor. She immediately began to mop but Charlie could only turn redder with embarrassment. "Doctor, I really..." suddenly she peed again, this time onto the bed. "What's happening to me?!!! Why...." "Relax, Charlotte," Dr. Shaw said, motioning her to roll over and placed a thick towel underneath. "Could you remove your skirt and underwear for me?" Already bright red, Charlotte did so and instinctively cover her private part. The doctor walked ovr to a cabinet and extracted several items. "I can't tell exactly what's happening Charlotte, “ he said, "but I can give you something to stop it temporarily." A minute later, he was by her side, holding a filled syringe in his arms. "What...what's that?" "It's an antidiuretic," he replied, and she racked her brains, remembering reading the term in one of her advanced biology textbooks. "It will moderate your urine production for a while." Oh. "Now, Can you place your hands by your side? Won't hurt." Contrary to his description, the injection did. Then he used another syringe to extract a sample of her blood. "Now,” he continued, "that's temporary and I took your blood for further testing. Meanwhile, I suggest you should be given protection." "Protection?" Charlie queried, shifted in the bed. "Well, the drug will wear off after a few minutes and it is not recommended to give another dose, especially for someone your age. So you need to wear continence underwear to catch further leaking." It was then she saw what he had extracted out of the cabinet. "A NAPPY?!" "If you want to call it that," he continued in his calm voice. "Now, could you spread..." "No, no way I'm going to wear that...." she croaked, starting to move off the bed. "I'm..." "You certainly won't be going home with that stained knickers and skirt young lady," he pointed, "This is so silly. Let me...." "I say you have about eight or so minutes before you start wetting again. Now back on the bed." Charlotte's head was spinning and suddenly she felt a bit dizzy. "Back on the bed," she heard him say again. For some reason, she didn't want to but somehow she found herself flat again. "Nurse, please hold her still," he said then she heard a whirling sound. "What...." "I need to shave you," he said, "if not the urine and briefs will create rash." "Noo..." she croaked but the elderly nurse held her down and she felt the metallic blades again her area. After a few minutes, she was released, only to be rolled over to have a mat replace the towel and then something slide underneath. "Ow...Ow...OW!!!" she cried, as she felt a creamy cold substance between her legs. "It's to again guard again rash," the doctor commented, glancing at his watch. "Two minutes." She then realised what else was against her bum. But with the nurse holding her, adhesive sounds followed and the 16 year old was now taped with an adult nappy around her. "Oh my...shit!" she felt a growing warmness between her legs and moved up to see pee staining the nappy. "I can't believe it...." "I told you the drug was temporary," he commented, removing his medical gloves and then stowing the rest of the materials back. "You can get dressed now.. Not your underwear of course." "But how can..." "Put your skirt on, Charlotte," this came from the nurse. She gingerly did so and found it did fit over the thick nappy. "But...I can't go out like this!" "You certainly can't go out with urine flowing down your legs either," he said, "look, the brief can't be seen at all." He was right it couldn't unless someone stared at it. "But..." "I think we're done here, Charlotte. Nurse Jane will give you the antibiotics. Since you are a school going child, there's no need to pay for the pills or the briefs." "But..." He scribbled something and passed it to her. "Here's a note which brand of adult briefs or nappies you would want to get. Tena Slip Maxi would be a great choice. They are thin and absorbent. At least buy one packet and come back to me in say about a week's time. The blood test results should be done by then." Just as on cue, another burst of urine stained her nappy and she squirmed. "Wait, do get back on the bed." She didn't want to, but eventually gave in and he lifted her skirt. "Hmm, it's it rather soggy. Nurse, can you get another out? And the cream and wipes." The tearing sounds of adhesive were heard again and the nappy was yanked away. "Sorry, hospital-grade briefs." he commented, though she did not get him. The stinging happened again as he wiped her vulva and spread cream on it again. Another nappy was slid underneath and secured in place. "But..." she said again getting up. "I can't walk properly." "Nonsense, it's your mind dear," the nurse replied. "And when you get the Tena Slips, they are thiner." "But...what will my family and friends say?" He scribbled another note. "I don't think it's a medical case to excuse you fully from school. But this will excuse you from your Physical Exercise. As I said earlier, it's not uncommon for teens to be incontinent." "But..." "We're closing now. Don't forget your bag and shoes. And the anitbiotics. Also, buy some wipes and DESTIN cream along with the nappies. If you show the store people the note I gave you, you'll get it cheaper. See you next week." With that, the girl who once wore normal underwear half walked, half waddled out of the new clinic. Once she was gone, he turn to the nurse and gave her a hug. "Thanks mum." he said. "That was a great move, lacing the water." "And that was a great act son," she replied, kissing him. "She fell for it." "Yes. Next week when she returns, she'll be all ours." THE END *** Comments welcomed. Will probably post a sequel.
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  17. superomorashi

    Chapter three - Visiting the doctor

    It was a calm and bright morning. Aunt Julie woke up to find Emily clinging to her like a child. She found this to be a very cute and comforting sight to wake up first thing in the morning. Then she realized that the bed didn't feel wet. She pulled off the covers to reveal lying flat out in her white bra and bone dry panties. "She looks so cute and innocent when she sleeps, I'll let her sleep in." thought Aunt Julie. She pulled the covers back over Emily and then got out of bed to go and have a shower completely unaware that Emily actually did have an accident in her sleep. Except this time she hadn't urinated. About an hour later Emily finally woke up. She stretched out and yawned, then she realized that her bed was dry. She pulled the covers back to find that she hadn't wet her bed! She was so thrilled and was just about to jump out of bed and tell her Aunt the good news. But then she felt as though she was sitting on something lumpy. "What the fuck is that?" thought Emily. She sat up and lift her butt into the air a little only to still feel the lump between her cheeks. "Oh shit." whispered Emily. She jumped out of bed and ran over to the mirror. She turned her back to the mirror and looked around at her butt. Her panties had a large bulge in the back. "Oh no. Oh no." she whispered. Emily then pulled down her panties and looked inside. There sat snuggly inside the seat of her panties was a large pile of solid poo just barely clinging on before falling out of one of her leg holes. "No way, I fucking shit myself. What the fuck am I going to do?" she thought. Emily then ran over to the bed to make sure there were no stains on the mattress. Luckily her little, I mean big accident managed to stay tucked away safely inside her panties. Emily thought of a plan to hide everything so that nobody knew what had happened. Aunt Julie had finished in the bathroom by this point and had gone downstairs to prepare breakfast for the girls. Emily sprinted to her bedroom to get a new identical pair of panties and then ran to the bathroom using one hand to hold her bulging poop pile to prevent it from falling out. Once she had locked the door, Emily pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet. She began emptying the contents of her panties into the toilet bowl. "Thank god for that." said Emily sighing. After that, Emily began to wipe and then flushed the toilet. Then she rinsed her dirty panties in the shower before squeezing them dry and put them in the laundry basket. It's like it never happened." thought Emily. Then she put on her new panties and unlocked the bathroom door. "Boo!" yelled Ramona holding a little toy gun. Emily screamed and fell to the floor. Then a little bit of pee leaked out leaving a small wet patch on her panties. Ramona immediately noticed and burst out laughing. Emily completely lost it at this point as this jump scare reminded her of last night's bad dream. She shoved Ramona against the wall repeatedly. "You fucking little bitch. That wasn't fucking funny. I hate you. If someone pointed a gun at you, you'd do more than pee yourself you little cu-" "Emily." yelled Aunt Julie. Emily turned around and Ramona started crying and ran to her room. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Hurting my daughter like that and using such inappropriate language, she's only eight." Aunt Julie then noticed the urine stain on Emily's panties. "Was she making fun of you again, Emily?" asked Aunt Julie. "She pointed a toy gun at me and... it brought back my nightmare and I wet myself." said Emily. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize. But don't hurt my daughter again and don't swear in front of her again." said Aunt Julie. Emily and Aunt Julie were both sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's. Emily was still wearing her slightly wet panties and was beginning to need the toilet. "Is everything okay Emily?" asked Aunt Julie. "Yeah I'm fine" replied Emily. "Even though I need a wee" she thought "I should have gone after Ramona scared me this morning." The doctor then called Emily in. Emily sat down on the examination table in the doctor's office. The doctor seeing her was a blonde woman in her mid 30s. "Now Emily, your aunt her tells me your having problems with your bladder?" asked the doctor. "Yes." replied Emily quietly. "Well according to your medical records you've had similar problems before." said the doctor. "Well, when my dad and I were kicked out of our house I started needing the toilet more often. But after my dad died I've started having accidents." said Emily. "Accidents?" asked the doctor. "She wet the bed the first night she moved into my house and then had another accident in the day. Last night she had an accident after a nightmare about her parents so I let her sleep in my bed with me but when I woke up she was dry, must have emptied her bladder during the nightmare." said Aunt Julie. "I see" replied the doctor "And have these accidents all be urinary or have you had any accidental bowel movements?" Emily gasped. She'd done everything she could to prevent her Aunt from knowing about her second, messy accident and she still wasn't going to know about it. "Bowel movements?" asked Emily. "Have you pooed your pants dear?" asked Aunt Julie in a slightly funny way because she knew for a fact that she hadn't, or at least she thought she hadn't. "Oh, no." said Emily. That lie started to build up pressure on her bladder. "Can I go to the toilet?" asked Emily. "In a second, first I want to give you an examination." said the doctor "please lay back on the table." Emily lay back trying as hard as she could to keep her urine in her bladder. The doctor then put on some gloves and pulled down Emily's jeans. Just as her panties were about to be pulled down, Emily couldn't it anymore and the flood gates opened full force. It was a strong pee with a loud hiss and drenched Emily's panties and clothes and left a large yellow stain on the examination table and puddle on the floor. Emily started to blush bright red. "Yes, I think we can confirm that it is in fact nervousness and stress which is causing this." said the doctor. "I'm sorry to tell you this sweetheart, but you are suffering from urinary incontinence." Emily started to sob quietly. "But don't worry, you're not the only one your age suffering from it. There are plenty of products out there to help give you confidence and protect you from leaks." said the doctor trying to reassure her. "That's just fancy term for you're going back in nappies." said Emily through her tears. "It's perfectly okay to be embarrassed, there are products out there for young girls like you designed to be discreet. They look just like normal underwear and nobody is going to able to tell what you're actually wearing." said the doctor. "Come on Emily, let's go to the shops and we'll find you some products that are totally discreet." said Aunt Julie. (Continued on Eli Chapter 1) https://omorashi.org/story/402/entry-885-chapter-one-a-loving-sister/
  18. File Name: Doctors Office Desperation and Wetting File Submitter: rachelkirwan File Submitted: 15 Apr 2016 File Category: Pants Wetting So I found this randomly and have no idea who made it. It looks like it takes place in a read doctors office (though it is empty), and I love it! A woman enters the office and is desperate to pee. She tries to sit and read but can't and eventually, after trying to hide her predicament by putting a magazine in her lap so she can hold herself, and standing trying to hide behind a plant, she wets herself in front of the bathroom door, soaking her light colours, tight jeans. This got me really turned on as it reminded me of my own accidents (both 'planned' and accidental) in doctors offices: https://omorashi.org/topic/25271-a-planned-ultrasound-accident/ If anyone knows who made this (there is no watermark) please do let me know. Enjoy. Rach Click here to download this file