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  1. So im like looking for someone who i need to msg when i have too pee. Then they will decide when, where, how much, etc. im allowed to go and vontrol my bladder. If anyone is interested add me on discord: desperate.fullbladder#4961
  2. Ace warning: contains oral sex and intercourse Long time reader, first time author. Hope this is okay. O Before P “C’mon, I’ve been holding it all day! When are you gonna let me pee?!” she whines. “Not for a while yet… you know how much I love to watch you squirm” comes his reply. “I like to hold but this is getting crazy. No, not getting crazy, it was crazy hours ago!” She sighs as she rocks back and forth sitting on her knees, one hand rubbing her crotch through her panties. After a brief silence, she scoots closer to the couch where he is seated and runs a hand slowly up his thigh. “If I make you cum will you let me go?” He doesn’t answer. She slides his boxers down freeing his stiffening cock as the smirk on his face turns into a sly grin. Looking into his eyes she asks “What do you say? You get your release and I get mine?” “Deal. You can pee after I cum. But not a moment sooner!” Wasting no time she strokes his dick with one hand while holding herself with the other. She spits on the tip and spreads it around with her thumb. “I know exactly how you like it. I’ll be peeing in no time.” “I don’t think so. I’ll be doing some holding back of my own.” Confident in her ability she chuckles and delicately licks the length of his shaft before taking it into her mouth, massaging his balls with one hand and stroking him with the other. So turned on, he tenses his thighs and digs his fingers into the seat cushions, and tries to think of anything but the beautifully bursting woman in front of him, wishing to prolong her bladder torture. Suddenly she stops, lets out a gasp and holds herself inside her panties, rocking side to side with frenetic energy. She stays this way for a minute before regaining her composure. "Did you leak?” "… No. I don’t think so. Maybe a little.” She continues to rub herself, in equal parts for pleasure and to keep her bladder under control. With the worst of her urge past, she stands up and takes off her panties. “Woah! Just look at you!” he exclaims. Nineteen hours and numerous beverages separate her from her last pee break, and every bit of it shows, her belly so round and swollen. A concerned look appears on her face as she looks down and traces the outline of her bladder with her fingers. “I seriously *have* to go. You really won’t let me? Please??” Standing there in awe, he had never seen her so full before. “No. We had a deal.” Overcome with lust and no longer satisfied being a passive recipient, he slowly enters her from behind, giving her time to acclimate before thrusting, gently at first before picking up the pace. “Anngn! Hnnn!!” she moans through clenched teeth in a combination of pleasure, pain and excitement. He stops for a moment, reaching around to feel her bowling ball of a bladder, giving it a light squeeze. “Ahh! Stop!” A two-second jet of pee splatters noisily onto the floor. “Naughty girl!” he gives her ass a couple spanks and resumes thrusting. “Hrrrrn! Hnngh. Bubb…. Buh— Bubblegum! BUBBLEGUM!” He immediately stops and pulls out. “I can’t take it anymore!!” A couple more quick blasts hit the floor. Running as fast as you can with a boner, he fetches a jug from the restroom. “Wait! We have to measure this!!” He holds the container under her and she immediately begins to pee. And pee. And pee. As her stream finally lets up, she takes the container from him and lowers herself to the floor on all fours. Moments later, she resumes peeing, almost as forcefully as before. Finally empty, she lays on her back and rubs her lower belly. “Phew!” “You okay?” “Yeah” she says, a little out of breath. “Let’s see… just a hair under 1.9 liters! No wonder your belly was so big. Imagine that, half a gallon of piss inside you.” “I don’t have to imagine it, I’m still feeling it!” “Ouch. Did I go too far?” “No, you’re okay. I could have stopped you sooner.” “You’re incredible babe.” “So are you. But I’m not sure I want to take it that far again” “Noted.” He helps her up off the floor. “Now, where were we?” she says with a wink.
  3. This is a little something I wrote a couple of days ago. It's a one-shot for now. Maybe there will be more at some point if people like it and I feel up to it. The protagonists are as yet nameless, but that may change too. Who knows? ———————— It starts with harmless flirting. We’re both grad students, sharing an apartment. He’s studying law, I’m in computer science. We didn’t know each other from before, I just found his ad in a Facebook group saying he was looking for a roommate. I’d just been dumped at the time and needed a new place to live. We joke around, he makes lewd comments and we laugh about it. The first time it happens, we’re both drunk. We’ve had a night out with some other students and when we get home, he grabs me and kisses me. We don’t even make it to the bedroom, we just fuck in the hall, up against the front door. It’s never been like that before, with anyone. He’s forceful, and I really like it. We’re not boyfriends. We never kiss, after that first time when we were drunk. But a couple of times a week, we end up in bed together. I never used to be such a bottom, but I love the way he fucks me. I never used to be a size-queen either, but his cock is amazing. I wake up with a sore ass and finger marks around my wrists, and I love it. We’ve been doing it for about a month when, one Saturday, he asks me to the movies out of the blue. An early afternoon showing of some new action flick. I agree immediately, even though it’s not really my genre. I don’t know if it’s a date or if we’re just going out as friends, but I wear my favourite skinny jeans with a faded band t-shirt that’s slightly loose around the collar. It shows off just a little bit of collar bone. I think I look pretty cute. You know, for being me. He buys me a bucket-sized drink on the way into the theatre. ‘Make sure you drink it all,’ he says. Somehow, it sounds like a command, not a suggestion. I glance over at him as we sit down. ‘Hey,’ I whisper, licking my lips. ‘Hm?’ ‘I . . . I was just wondering . . .’ He turns his eyes on me. ‘Wondering what?’ ‘Is . . . is this a date?’ I mumble. He smiles a little wider. ‘I don’t know. Is it?’ I blush, staring down at the drink in my hands, and for want of anything else to do, take a large sip. It’s a pretty good movie in spite of the genre, but about halfway through I start getting the powerful urge to piss. I lean close and whisper, ‘Can I get past? I gotta use the bathroom.’ ‘No,’ he says softly. I blink. ‘I . . . what?’ ‘No,’ he repeats. ‘You’re staying here. You finish that drink yet?’ I shake my head. ‘It’s a really big drink.’ ‘I know. And I’ll be annoyed with you if you haven’t finished it by the time the movie’s done. Stay in your seat.’ Someone shushes us from the row behind and I bite my lip, turning my gaze to the screen. I tap my foot. I guess I can hold it. I take another sip of the drink. I don’t really remember much of the second half of the movie. When my leg starts shaking, he grabs my thigh and squeezes. I swallow, take another drink, try not to think about how much I need to piss. When the movie’s done, he takes the cup from me. ‘Hm. You didn’t finish it.’ ‘I . . . I’m sorry,’ I say. ‘I just . . . I really need to—’ ‘Finish the drink first,’ he tells me. ‘We’re not going anywhere until you do.’ He hands the drink back and I take it wordlessly. There’s not that much left, and somehow I manage to finish. Then we stand. I immediately cross my legs. This is not good. I feel like I may wet myself if I don’t get to a bathroom soon. But when we exit the theatre, he takes my hand and leads me straight past the toilets. I stare at him. ‘Wait! I gotta—’ ‘Hold it until we get home,’ he says. ‘But—’ ‘Stop talking back.’ His voice is calm and he’s smiling. He looks mildly amused. I feel myself flush. Part of me is angry that he won’t let me go pee. Another part is embarrassed that I’m struggling so much to hold it. And then there’s a third part of me, buried deep, that’s . . . excited. We exit out onto the street. It’s only about five o’clock so it’s still light. ‘Promise we’re going straight home?’ I ask, my voice pleading. ‘I promise. We’re going to the car.’ Walking is a struggle. With every step, I worry I’ll pee my pants. ‘Please,’ I try again. ‘Can’t we go by a café or something so I can—’ He stops in his tracks and I halt as well. He turns to me. ‘Didn’t I tell you not to talk back?’ Lowering his voice, he whispers, ‘I think I’m gonna have to punish you. When I get you home, I’m gonna give you a good, long spanking. And then . . . then I’m gonna wreck you.’ I shut my eyes tight, trying to keep my breathing steady. That excitement rises in me, my body responding to his words and his voice. Around us on the busy street, people are walking, chatting, on their way to places. I desperately need to pee. The good news is I’m rock hard, which helps. The bad news is I’m rock hard and I’m wearing really tight jeans. My cheeks feel hot. I take a shaky breath. ‘Oh?’ I feel him step closer. ‘What’s this, hm? Did the promise of a spanking make you this hard?’ I open my eyes and meet his gaze. My eyes are wide. He smiles. ‘What’s the matter, boy?’ ‘I . . .’ I swallow. ‘It’s embarrassing . . .’ ‘What is?’ he asks. I don’t answer, not sure what to say. ‘Getting this hard just from me talking to you? Getting this hard in a public space? Man, anyone who looks in the direction of your crotch will see how hard you are in those tight jeans.’ I shut my eyes again and whimper. ‘Please . . .’ ‘Please what?’ I shake my head. ‘I . . . I don’t . . . I can’t move . . .’ ‘You can’t move? Why?’ ‘I . . . I really have to pee!’ He chuckles. ‘Does that make you hard too?’ There’s no use lying to him, so I nod, eyes still shut tight. ‘What do I do?’ ‘Well, doesn’t seem you have much choice,’ he says. ‘You’re just gonna have to pee.’ My eyes fly open again. ‘Here?’ ‘Good a place as any.’ ‘Someone will see!’ ‘If they see, they see. My car is over there.’ He points. ‘If you can’t get there like this, you’ll just have to pee first.’ ‘Like . . . piss my pants?’ He nods and I shake my head. ‘That’s gross!’ ‘Hm. Is it? Is that how you really feel?’ It is and it isn’t. It does feel gross, but the thought of it makes me feel so hot too. ‘I . . . I’ll try to make it to the car,’ I say at last, and I take a step forward. It’s one step too many and I lose control. ‘Fuck!’ ‘Potty mouth,’ he admonishes me. ‘That’s gonna earn you an extra spanking.’ ‘Ugh!’ I try to stop the flow, but it’s not working. He’s staring at me, his eyes moving down my body to the wet patch forming on the front of my jeans. They’ll be soaked soon if I can’t stop, if I can’t cut off the flow. In the end, I give up. I cover my face with my hands and sob, letting it happen. ‘Hm, dirty boy,’ he says softly when I’m all finished. ‘Let’s get to the car.’ I open my eyes and look around. No one’s watching me, but that doesn’t necessarily mean no one noticed a grown-ass man wetting his skinny jeans in the middle of the street. I let him take my hand and lead me to the car. ‘Won’t . . . won’t I stain the seats?’ I mumble. ‘They can be cleaned,’ he says. ‘Get in.’ I get in the car. It’s only a short ride to the apartment. When we get in, he pulls down my pants without ceremony in the hall, the sopping wet material hitting the tile floor with a wet thud. I’m still hard, but he doesn’t touch me, just looks at me. ‘So dirty,’ he says. ‘A man in his twenties who can’t even hold his bladder. Aren’t you ashamed?’ I stare at the floor, my face red, and nod. ‘Yes,’ I whimper. ‘Imagine if this had happened somewhere else. In class, maybe, in front of everybody. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?’ It would, and the very thought is making my cock throb. ‘I . . . please!’ I try. ‘Please what?’ ‘L . . . let me come!’ ‘Oh, is that it? You think you deserve that?’ He reaches down and runs his finger up the length of my cock. It’s almost enough to do it, but then he withdraws his hand and I whine forlornly. ‘Not yet, boy. I owe you a spanking.’ ‘B-but it hurts!’ I manage. ‘All the more reason,’ he says, a wicked grin forming on his lips. ‘Now come with me.’ He drags me into the bathroom, where he strips me and puts me in the shower. He rinses me off with hot water, then sits on the toilet and puts me over his knees. ‘I believe I owe you a spanking,’ he says, and then he smacks my ass, hard. I cry out. He smacks me again, and again. He’s not gentle or playful. It’s supposed to hurt. That pain is keeping me hard as steel, as he keeps spanking me. I’m sobbing, but he doesn’t stop. My cock rubs against the fabric of his jeans and I’m so close, but he’s told me I’m not allowed to come so I try to hold back. ‘Please!’ I manage. ‘I . . . I can’t . . . I’m about to—’ ‘No,’ he says calmly. ‘If you come, I’ll have to punish you more.’ And he smacks me again. I can’t stop it. My breath hitches in my throat, I sob, and then I come, spilling over his jeans. I immediately start to cry. ‘I’m sorry!’ I whine. ‘I . . . I couldn’t . . . I’m sorry . . .’ He sighs. ‘I’m disappointed in you. I thought you had more self-control. You should be ashamed of yourself!’ I am. I am ashamed. I’m ashamed at coming so easily. I’m ashamed that I like it when he hurts me. I’m ashamed that wetting myself made me this horny. And I’m ashamed that the shame itself makes me hot. I want him to humiliate me more. He lets go of me. ‘Get on your knees.’ I obey. I see the wet spot my cum made on his jeans as he stands before me. He unbuckles his belt, pulls out his cock. ‘Such a dirty, naughty boy. I’ll make you even dirtier.’ Then he takes aim and pees all over me. The scent is strong, potent. He’s been holding it for a while too, it seems. It gets in my hair, pours down my neck and face, shoulders, chest and back. Yes. This is what I deserve. When he’s finished, he grabs my chin roughly and tilts my face up. ‘Open your mouth.’ I do, and he spits in it. Then he strokes his cock a few times until it’s fully hard and thrusts into my open mouth. I take it. He thrusts in deep and I try to open my throat. I successfully fight my gag reflex and let him fuck my face. ‘I’m gonna come in your mouth,’ he says. ‘And you’re going to swallow it all.’ I grunt weakly in response, unable to speak or nod. It doesn’t take long. I swallow it all, just as he asks. When he pulls his cock out I’m panting and shaking and hard again. He pays no attention to my cock, but he pulls me to my feet, supporting my shaking frame as he leads me to the shower. He leaves me to rinse off while he runs a bath. He gets undressed and then we both get in the tub. He sits behind me, putting his arms around me, and finally he speaks again. ‘Good boy.’ I moan weakly. My cock is still hard, throbbing, but he hasn’t touched it so neither do I. He kisses the back of my neck, smoothes back my hair. ‘You did really well,’ he murmurs. ‘I’m so proud of you, boy. When we’re all clean, I’m gonna give you a reward.’ I nod weakly. I’m so tired, but also so horny. We stay like that for fifteen minutes or so and I nearly doze off. Then we get out of the bath and he towels us both off before leading me to his bedroom. ‘Get on the bed. Hands and knees.’ I do as I’m told and I feel him behind me. A slippery finger enters me, presses deep inside and massages my prostate. I whimper pathetically, pushing back on his finger out of pure instinct because I want more. He doesn’t punish me for that. This is my reward, after all. Then he pulls out his finger and replaces it with something much bigger. He pushes inside me with his big cock, filling me up, and I moan like a bitch. ‘Ah! Oh . . . f . . .’ He chuckles behind me. ‘You can say what you want now,’ he says. ‘Make as much noise as you like. There’s no need to keep it in.’ So, as he begins to move, I moan, ‘Ah, fuuuuuck!’ It feels so good, his big cock inside me, his fingers digging into my hips. He speeds up, fucking me hard, his dick brushing my prostate with every thrust until I’m shaking, shivering, my body on fire. ‘You gonna come on my cock, boy?’ he says hoarsely. He’s panting now. ‘Hm?’ ‘If . . .’ I swallow. ‘Am . . . am I allowed?’ ‘Yes,’ he whispers. He puts his hand between my shoulder blades, pressing me down until my head’s on the pillow, ass still in the air. He leans over me, bites the back of my neck. ‘Come for me like the little bitch you are.’ ‘Ah!’ I cry out and come untouched. He growls in my ear as my ass tightens around him. Then he grunts and stills for a moment before he starts pumping again. I feel him throbbing in there as he fills me with hot cum. He collapses on top of me and kisses the back of my neck. Then he rolls off me, pushes me over onto my side . . . and finally kisses my lips. It’s different from that drunken night weeks ago. His kiss is so gentle compared to everything else he’s done. So kind. I feel my eyes well up with tears. I’m so exhausted and overwhelmed. ‘Good boy,’ he whispers again. I breathe a shaky sigh. ‘Thank you,’ I mumble. ‘And grateful too.’ He smiles. ‘You’re perfect.’ I blink. ‘What?’ ‘I’ve been waiting for someone just like you. I could tell you to do just about anything and you’d do it. Wouldn’t you?’ I would. I’d do anything for him. I nod. He shakes his head. ‘Perfect.’ He strokes my cheek. ‘From now on,’ he says, ‘I decide everything. I decide when you get up and when you go to bed. I decide what you wear, what you eat, when you piss, when you shit. And I decide when you come. Understood?’ I nod. ‘I . . . yeah.’ ‘You will address me as “sir”.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ I say automatically. ‘Good boy. I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you what you need. Okay?’ ‘Yes, sir,’ I say again, my face feeling hot. I’m terrified, but this is also what I want. What I’ve always wanted. What I’ve wanted from him ever since the first time he playfully slapped my ass and called me ‘boy’. ‘Should . . . should we have a safeword?’ I ask after a while. ‘Do you want one?’ he asks. I consider this for a moment. ‘No,’ I say at last. ‘No, then it wouldn’t be real.’ He shakes his head, an expression akin to awe on his face. ‘Like I said. Utterly perfect.’
  4. It was a strange kind of luck that we stopped at that garage sale. We aren’t even garage sale people, but there was a lawnmower that Ryan, my husband, wanted to check out. The mower turned out to be a bust, but we stayed and looked around anyway. It was while fingering through a pile of things that clearly belonged to a recently deceased relative that I saw it. Still in the box and sealed was a brand new bedside commode with a $5 tag on it. A man saw me looking and came over. He introduced himself as the owner of the house and explained that the medical supplies were sent back from the hospital after his grandfather passed because insurance had already paid for it. I gave my condolences, and then made up a vague tale about an ailing family member that was lacking in equipment and bought the commode. The man was much too kind and threw in a medical urinal, and a bad full of generic powders, creams, and washes that you get in the hospital. I thanked him and finally got Ryan’s attention to get his ass in the car. “I take it you’ve got some ideas?” He asked me with undeniable excitement in his voice once we were on our way home once more. “Oh I’ve got lots of them. Want to talk about the one we should try first?” “Surprise me,” he practically begged, the submissive side of him already taking over. It encouraged me and helped me ease into my headspace as well. “As you wish. When we get home you will not be using the toilet. You will go to our room and strip to nothing,” I ordered, knowing the game wouldn’t take long to get interesting. He’d been holding it for a while already, as we’d been out running errands for most of the day and he’d had plenty to drink without once taking a restroom break. He’d mentioned as we headed for home that the yard sale should probably be a quick stop because he wanted to get home. We got home and while he undressed I assembled the commode. He was then asked to bring his restraints to me. I guided him onto the open bowl of the commode and then took my time cuffing his wrists to the handles and his ankles to the front legs. He was already hard, and squirming a bit to find comfort on the unfamiliar furniture. “You’re going to hold it like a good boy, and we’re going to do 6 rolls on the D20. If you make it to the end then you can pick the next game. If you don’t, then I get to pick again. Do we have a deal?” I asked, straddling his lap and stroking his bare sides teasingly with my thumbs. “Deal!” He groaned immediately, trying not to give away that I’d found his ticklish spot. The dice game was a well-established one in our dynamic. We had several dice of varied numbers of sides. The lower the side count, the larger the stakes. We were using the D20- so 20 different potential low-level consequences to his bladder. We tend to keep each roll 10 minutes apart for the D20 unless otherwise discussed. An hour’s worth of trials wasn’t the toughest challenge we’ve done by far, but it all depended on how full he was already and the luck of the roll. I put the die in his hand, a shimmery marbling of green and gold resin, and let him have his first toss. 15: drink. Ouch, that’s a rough start. I fetched a half-liter water bottle, room temperature so he had no reason to nurse it. I added a straw and held it to his lips, which were pouting adorably at his unhelpful first move. He didn’t look at me as he sucked the bottle dry. “Good boy,” I praised, moving my vanity stool to perch directly in front of him. I used the remainder of the ten minutes so watch him. He wiggled and fidgeted, but I knew nerves were playing a part of it all. Being completely exposed like this was something he was still getting used to. If he got to pick the game his objective was almost always the challenge of keeping a certain outfit unscathed, or to keep a diaper dry. He was less comfortable with the nudity, but insisted that he was excited to push that boundary and wasn’t afraid to use his word if it wasn't working for him. I finally caught his eyes when they flitted to the clock, and then to my face. I smiled and he smiled back, dropping his eyes immediately. I reached out and poked the die back into his hand. He rolled it around between his fingers for a moment before giving it its second toss. 3: ice cubes. The look on his face was so delicious I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and kissed him deeply on the mouth. He kissed back, tiny moan of pleasure barely audible as it rumbled low in his throat. “You’re beautiful when you’re nervous,” I assured him before leaving to grab the ice. When I got back his features were determinedly focused. I was dying to know how desperate he truly was, but not knowing is half the fun, never really sure how long the game would carry on. I took the remaining time with the ice. A whole eight minutes to drag the ice in slow, torturous patterns across his skin while goosebumps erupted and his hair stood on end. Down the center of his spine, ear to ear across the back of his neck. The inside of each thigh, around each nipple, from his Adam’s apple straight down to the tip of his length, and more. I felt my panties dampen while he squirmed and shivered, hissing at the surprise of every new location. Even better, his sigh of relief when I pushed the die back into his palm. His left leg jiggled, and I knew he was getting at least a little worried. He tossed the die and audibly moaned. 8: 5 seconds release. This challenge could end our game right here. Ryan isn’t known for his ability to take the edge off, or survive a little leak. 7/10 if the floodgates open, they stay open. He looked up with big puppy eyes. “Do your best, baby. I won’t be mad if you have an accident,” I promised, stroking his cheek before returning to my seat. His face took on a look of intense focus. I watched his cock, ready to count. It took a few deep breaths, but finally a strong stream erupted from his member. “5, 4, 3, 2, 1, stop! I ordered, and was treated by the stream cutting off. Ry’s thighs trembled and a few unwanted dribbles escaped, but after a moment it seemed like he was really back in control. “I did it!” He gasped, obviously proud of completing that trial. “You did, I’m so proud of you! Do you have any left? You let so much out in the potty just now, I’m sure you don’t have too much more tinkle in you,” I teased, playing up the baby talk. He loved it when I made him feel like a little boy who was trying desperately to make it to the potty on time. “I’m bursting, I can’t believe I actually stopped. He argued, hips rocking relentlessly as he tried to keep it that way. I bantered with him about the feat he’d just pulled until it was time to hand over the die again. He tossed it almost as soon as it touched his hand. 20: running water. A simple spell, but very effective. I’ve always hated the wastefulness of running the tap for no reason, so instead I brought in two pitchers, one full and the other empty. I found myself rocking on my chai a bit, wet slit demanding attention after all of the wiggling my husband displayed. I dripped, trickled, streamed, and splashed the water from one pitcher to the other, all while he danced in a way that made my private area throb with desire. I finally set the pitchers aside and gave him the die. A look of panic crossed his face and suddenly his back arched as he tried to bare down on a wave of desperation. I watched greedily as a large, high-powered spurt hosed the inside of the commode basin. For a second time I was amazed by Ryan regaining control. His knees fought to pull together, but simply weren’t able. “Uh oh, are you going to use your potty chair and lose your treat?” I asked, and despite putting up a tremendous fight, his cock erupted once more. After another moment of straining he finally let go, letting go fully. His legs fell apart lazily and I had a full view of him pissing like a firehose into the basin. His head dropped back and he panted slightly as the stream passed thirty seconds. I waited anxiously for him to empty so I could put his member to better use. He let out a needy moan as the gushing flow finally tapered off just after a minute. “Why was that the best piss of my whole life?” He groaned, cock already hardening. I rushed to unlock him. “You were full, I didn’t know you were holding so much when we were out,” I pointed out, truly admiring what I’d just seen. “I wanted to play when we got home, I was thinking about something to try and wanted to be ready if you said yes,” he explained, hands on me as soon as he was uncuffed. “Hmmm. Fuck me now, then we’ll talk about it for round two? “Deal,” he agreed, already taking off my pants.
  5. Allison is a nice and elegant lady but one day she's going to have a messy accident that will awaken a secret love for diapers. Will she succumb to her desires or repress them to keep on being the perfect lady?. Cap 1. The lady routine. Allison is perfect. Ask anyone who knows her, she was always the best student on high school, she's pretty, she is good at sports. But most importantly, she behaves, no one could blame you if you thought she was a princess, but instead she's on her way on finishing highschool. At 18 years old and close on doing her casting Allison's life was perfect, but perfection comes with a cost. Allison not only has to keep herself in form by doing excersise, but she also needs to shave regularly, she had a hormonal problem that made her grow more hair than the avarage girl... and the avarage man. If not kept on check Allison's perfect body would be covered with hair. She also needed to keep her liquid consumption controlled bacause she used to wet the bed when children and sometimes she used to have accidents back then. But these sacrifices where worth it for her, perfection was never supposed to be cheap, until one day, Allison would make a mistake that will awaken who she really was, and it all started with...
  6. A quick foreword, I've recently started gender transition with hormones (mtf) and my fantasies have been changing accordingly. I just discovered daddy kink, and it seems like an absolute perfect fit for my omorashi fetish, so a lot of my fantasies lately have centered around that. I had an amazing holding and wetting session last night, imagining I had a "daddy" controlling me the whole time. I thought it was good enough that I could write a story based on it, which is what you're about to read. I hope you like it, and constructive criticism is always welcome! Standard disclaimer, all parties are 18+, this is just a dom/sub scenario with consenting adults, using the "daddy/daughter" power dynamic. Now that I've started writing this, I've decided to break it up into installments, since it seems to be getting quite long. This first part contains desperation and toilet control. I'll tag the content of future parts accordingly. Now, without further ado... You squirm slightly in your seat at the dinner table. There's an uncomfortable fullness in your bladder, but it's nothing too serious. If it were up to you, you would have used the toilet before sitting down... but unfortunately it isn't up to you. Daddy has told you to stay well hydrated today, so you've been drinking water at your desk all day, using the toilet every hour or two as the need arises. You've been feeling a pressing urge for the last hour or so, and had planned to use the toilet right after work... Except Daddy said no. You nervously wonder what he has in mind, but don't think too much of it since your need still isn't that bad yet. During dinner, Daddy prompts you to keep drinking, and you've finished 2 glasses of water by the time you're done eating. As the two of you finish your dinner, you imagine that sweet relief is just moments away. You push away from the dinner table and start to head for the bathroom, but Daddy stops you. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, sternly. "I thought you said I could pee after dinner," you reply. "Yes," Daddy says, "but first I expect you to help me clear the table." You turn back in resignation and begin taking your dishes to the kitchen. You not only have to put your dirty dishes in the dishwasher, but you also have to pack the leftovers from dinner into containers, label each one, and find a place for them in the overcrowded fridge. Daddy hands you another glass of water as you work, and tells you to finish it by the time you're done. You know he has something up his sleeve, and it's making you a bit nervous. As you finish up in the kitchen, your urge is growing noticeably stronger. You're having to make a conscious effort now not to let your desperation show. You ask Daddy, "May I please use the bathroom now?" "No," Daddy replies, "I have something else planned for you." Your heart sinks while a flutter of excitement bubbles up in your chest. You feel nervous and excited all at once. The fullness of your bladder immediately takes center stage, and you shiver a little at the sensation as you press your thighs together. "Wh-What do you have in mind, Daddy?" You ask. "You see," Daddy starts, "I think it's time we did something about that shy bladder of yours." You know exactly what he's talking about. You remember, with some shame, that hike you and Daddy took through the woods last weekend, which very nearly ended in an accident. The public toilets at the trailhead had been closed for the season, and Daddy told you to just pee behind behind a tree, like he did. But you just couldn't do it. The thought of going out in the open like that, to say nothing of the embarrassment of exposing your bottom in public, made your bladder lock up tight, no matter how uncomfortably full it may have been. Daddy was very unhappy with you that day for having to cut your outing short and take you home to pee, all because you were too embarrassed to go outside like he told you. You realize now, that this is your punishment. "I'm going to let you pee," Daddy says, "but you're going to go in your pants." "But-" you start, before Daddy cuts you off. "But nothing," Daddy says. "You're going to pee in your pants, and that's final." He pauses for a moment, before continuing, "But, you're not going to do it until I say so." You bite your bottom lip and feel the blood rush to your face. Your hand creeps between your thighs and you gently rub the crotch of your jeans, not sure whether it's out of desperation, or arousal. "First, I want you to get ready," Daddy tells you. "Grab some towels and pee pads from the closet and lay them down. We don't want to make a mess, now do we?" You flush with humiliation at the thought of putting down pads for yourself, like some kind of pet, but you reluctantly comply and spread several of them out on top of towels on the floor. Now, "Daddy says, "drink another glass of water and stand there until I come back. You do as he says, and stand in the middle of the pads, gently bouncing as you shift your weight from one leg to the other. You take your time with the water, but after a couple of minutes, your glass is empty, and Daddy still hasn't come back. You set the glass down and wait, and wait... and wait some more. You're starting to get really anxious now, as you can feel the skin on your belly becoming tight, like a basketball, and the waistband from your snug-fitting jeans begins to dig into your skin. You're hoping Daddy will hurry back and let you pee, so you can finally feel some relief. If only you knew what he had in mind...
  7. Summary: Julian is a bedwetter and diaper lover who likes to pretend to be little. When he starts university, he doesn't feel comfortable staying in the dorms and ends up renting a room in the house of an older man named Alexander. Alexander is tall and athletic and very handsome, and Julian dreams of having him for a Daddy Dom. Perhaps it's meant to be? Author's Note: So, this is a story I've been working on for a long time and feel like I'm finally getting somewhere with, so I've decided to start posting it. It's actually inspired by a pair of characters from one of my Sims games, with a bedwetting and incontinence mod plus a lot of custom content, so I've got some screenshots I can share with you all as well. The names of some of the locations and other things mentioned are taken from The Sims 4 and the Discover University expansion pack. I hope you enjoy it! CW for this chapter: sexual content, misgendering, dysphoria ———————— Chapter 1. Julian rang the doorbell, looking up at the house while he waited. It was nice. Not huge, but definitely among the nicer houses in Britechester, a town known for its fine old architecture. It was the home of Professor Alexander Jones of the History, Languages, and Literature departments at UBrite. Julian expected a kindly old man or a stern teacher, but that was not what greeted him when the door opened. The man in front of him was in his mid to late forties. His brown hair was dusted with silver and he wore a tweed suit, all of which was in keeping with Julian’s idea of distinguished UBrite professors. But Professor Jones was also tall, broad shouldered, and decidedly well built. His slacks clung to his thick, muscled thighs, and even through the suit it was impossible not to see that this man was in peak physical condition. ‘Ah! You must be Julian. Come in!’ ‘Er . . . thank you.’ Julian smiled and stepped through the door. No one told me UBrite professors were muscle daddies, he thought. I wonder what the ones at Foxbury are like. ‘It’s nice to meet you, Professor Jones,’ he said. ‘Alexander, please.’ The man gave him a brilliant smile, making Julian’s heart pound. ‘I’m not your teacher. Not yet, anyway. What were you planning to study?’ ‘Oh, I’m going to Foxbury, not UBrite.’ Julian smiled. Alexander raised an eyebrow. ‘Bold of you, to tell me you’ll be going to the competition.’ Julian laughed. ‘If UBrite gave Honours degrees in STEM fields, I’m sure that’s where I’d be going, but as it is, Foxbury’s the place for a budding engineer.’ ‘Hmm. Well, to each his own. I expect you’ll want to see the room.’ He led Julian up two flights of stairs, to the top floor of the house, and opened a door. The room was large and comfortable-looking, with a bed, dresser, closet, sofa, and desk. ‘You’ll have your own bathroom,’ said Alexander, walking through the room and opening a door. Julian peeked inside. The bathroom was blue-tiled, with a corner bathtub, shower, and plenty of cupboard space. That was good. ‘This looks really nice,’ said Julian and grinned. ‘I’ll take it if you’ll have me.’ ‘Well, you seem like a nice young man.’ Alexander smiled. ‘So, I don’t see why not. Any particular reason you won’t be in the dorms, though?’ Julian looked down. ‘I . . . couldn’t get a single room. And I kind of need my own bathroom.’ ‘Oh? Why?’ Julian shrugged. ‘Well, you should probably know anyway. I’m trans. Three years on hormones and got my top surgery earlier this year, but I don’t feel quite comfortable sharing space. I’d like to pass if I can, and there’s no way of really doing that in a dorm with communal showers. Plus, I have a medical condition.’ Alexander cocked his head to one side. ‘What kind of condition?’ Julian looked down, blushing a little. ‘It’s kind of embarrassing, sir.’ ‘Well, I won’t laugh,’ Alexander promised. His voice was kind and he looked sincere. ‘I . . . suffer from night time incontinence,’ Julian confessed. ‘So, I wear diapers to bed. Kind of awkward if you’re sharing a room.’ ‘Hmm, I imagine it would be.’ Alexander nodded sympathetically. ‘Well, I don’t care about any of that. Thank you for being so honest with me, though. I appreciate honesty and openness. You can expect the same from me, should you choose to accept.’ ‘You’re offering me the room, then?’ Julian asked. ‘Absolutely. In fact, I’ll be disappointed if you don’t take it.’ Julian grinned at the older man. ‘Okay, then I will. Thank you, Professor!’ The professor smiled. ‘I thought I told you to call me Alexander.’ # ‘Ah! Daddy! Harder, Daddy!’ Julian cried. He lay on his stomach on a bed in his favourite club, being pounded by a large man in his thirties. The man picked up the pace, slapping Julian’s behind a couple of times as he did. ‘Such a dirty little girl!’ he growled. Julian froze. ‘Unicorn,’ he said. The man didn’t stop. ‘Unicorn!’ ‘Oh! Sorry.’ The man climbed off him. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. What’s wrong? Didn’t you like being called dirty?’ Julian sat up and faced him, arms crossed over his chest. ‘I didn’t like being called a girl,’ he said. ‘What part of the “no misgendering” clause in our negotiation did you not understand?’ ‘Sorry,’ the man said again. ‘I . . . You’ve got girl parts and with you facing away, I forgot.’ ‘They’re not girl parts,’ said Julian. ‘They’re my parts, and I’m a boy.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ The man sounded more sincere now. ‘I’m . . . I’m not used to being with trans guys. I’m bi, I don’t really see gender.’ ‘You gender genitalia just fine,’ Julian mumbled, looking away. ‘I’m really sorry, Julian. Please forgive me and let’s continue. Weren’t you having fun?’ The truth was that Julian had been bored nearly to tears. This daddy wasn’t rough enough, and he was too young to be a real daddy anyway. Julian preferred men who were old enough to be his real father, but this one had seemed nice enough so he’d thought he would give it a try. Clearly, that had been a mistake, as he was inexperienced at being a Daddy Dom. ‘I was,’ Julian lied. ‘But I lost the mood when you called me a girl. I’m sorry. I suggest next time you’re with a trans person, you pay better attention to the agreement.’ He got off the bed and went to fetch his clothes. He got a clean diaper out of his bag. ‘At least let me help you get that on,’ the man said. ‘That’s easier, isn’t it?’ Julian sighed. ‘Fine.’ He handed over the diaper and lay on the bed. ‘No powder?’ the man asked. ‘No need, I’m going straight home. Got homework I need to do tomorrow.’ ‘Homework? You’re not still in high school, are you?’ The man looked slightly concerned. ‘No,’ said Julian, laughing a little. He knew he looked a little younger than he was, like many trans guys. ‘I’m at university. I study engineering at Foxbury. Don’t worry, I’m twenty like I said.’ ‘Is it your second year?’ ‘No, I’m a fresher. I just took a year off before applying. I wanted to have my top surgery first. I know I’m easy enough to clock, but I don’t walk around wearing trans flags. I’d like to pass if I can.’ ‘I didn’t clock you,’ said the man, closing the tabs on the diaper. ‘There, all done.’ ‘You misgendered me,’ Julian reminded him. ‘It was a heat of the moment thing. When I saw you, I just saw a cute boy in a onesie. I didn’t realise you were trans until you told me.’ Julian smiled. ‘I don’t quite believe you, but I appreciate it all the same.’ He got up and went over to his clothes again. He pulled on the onesie, then put on his loose jeans and t-shirt over it. ‘I’m sorry this didn’t work out.’ ‘Not as sorry as me,’ the man said, smiling. # Julian had been at university a month now. He enjoyed his classes and had gotten to know a few of his classmates well enough, but not exactly made any friends. He usually went to the club in the city on weekends, rather than hang out in the student pub in Britechester. So far, it was the only BDSM club he’d found where ABDL was not only accepted but encouraged, though they catered to a wide array of kinks. At the club, he could be himself. He’d walk around in his blue onesie with fluffy socks, a teddy bear and a pacifier and ask people, ‘Have you seen my Daddy?’ The ones who were into adult baby age play and didn’t mind trans boys loved it, and he rarely left the club without having had a partner. The man he’d been with tonight had reacted by pinching Julian’s cheeks and saying, ‘I’ll be your Daddy, kiddo. Wanna come play with me?’ They’d sat down at a table, worked out the terms, and when they got to their room, Julian had wet himself, thrown a temper tantrum, been spanked and then fucked. Honestly, in spite of the slightly half-assed scolding and spanking, it had been fine until they got to the fucking. Maybe the man just hadn’t been big enough to give Julian the pounding he craved. It was nearly midnight when he got home, so he was surprised to find Alexander in the living room with a tumbler of whisky, reading a book. ‘Hey you. Been out?’ The older man smiled, and Julian found himself wishing he’d run into his landlord at the club instead of the man he’d been with. Alexander was dressed casually, in neat jeans and a t-shirt that showed off his extremely muscular arms. Julian had found Alexander had gym equipment in the basement and did strength workouts for half an hour every morning. He also went jogging twice a week. He was a very disciplined man. Julian, on the other hand, had never been athletic; he was a nerdy blonde with glasses who dreamt of working in robotics. His pudginess and his smooth, round face lent themselves well to toddler roleplay, though. ‘Yeah.’ Julian returned the smile as best he could. ‘Did you go to Pepper’s?’ Alexander asked, referring to the student pub. Julian shook his head. ‘No, I went clubbing in the city.’ ‘By yourself? Or was it a date?’ Julian had noticed that Alexander often asked about where he’d been. The questions didn’t feel invasive, and it wasn’t like he was policing Julian’s movements, but his curiosity always took the young man by surprise. ‘Not exactly.’ Julian blushed again, and Alexander seemed to notice. ‘Something more casual, then.’ He smiled mischievously. ‘You want a drink?’ Julian rarely drank alcohol when he went to the club, preferring to be one hundred percent in control for the negotiations. Tonight, he’d had a couple glasses of orange juice when he’d arrived, to make sure he’d need to pee when he got picked up for play. He’d felt like bratting. ‘Why not?’ he said, sitting down. ‘Gotta warn you, though. I’m not exactly a whisky connoisseur.’ Alexander smiled, standing up and heading over to the bar cabinet. ‘A little one, then,’ he said. ‘With just a drop of water.’ He handed Julian a tumbler. ‘Old Yorkfield, sixteen years. Should be to your tastes.’ ‘What are you drinking?’ Julian asked. ‘McDillan’s,’ Alexander replied, taking his seat again. ‘Not for novices, I’m afraid. It’s very smoky. If you handle the Yorkfield well, maybe you’ll graduate to McDillan’s.’ He winked and Julian blushed a little again. He was suddenly all too aware that he hadn’t orgasmed with the man at the club. And Alexander oozed big dick energy. He took a sip of the whisky and made a face. ‘Wow. That’s strong.’ Alexander laughed. ‘You’ll get used to it. So, tell me about your not-date. Did you have fun?’ Julian bobbed his head. ‘It was okay at first. But . . . he misgendered me halfway through, so I left.’ Alexander frowned. ‘That’s not very polite. I’m sorry that happened to you.’ ‘Extra not polite since we’d negotiated—’ Julian cut himself off. Negotiation was not a part of casual sex outside the kink community, he reminded himself. ‘I mean, since I’d told him straight out not to do that.’ He took another sip of the whisky. It went down smoother now and he was already feeling a little woozy, no doubt because he hadn’t eaten since before he went to the club. ‘Don’t understand why boy pussy’s so hard to accept,’ he mumbled, then froze. Had he really said ‘boy pussy’ in front of his university professor landlord? The man who wore tweed every day, like a proper gentleman? ‘I mean—sorry, that just slipped out.’ Alexander laughed, but his face was kind. ‘I’m not a prude, Julian. I’ve been ’round the block a few times. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you could say that would shock me.’ What about ‘I like pretending I’m three years old and having strange men change my diaper, spank me, fuck me, and occasionally piss on me in BDSM clubs’? Julian thought, but outwardly he just smiled and drained his tumbler. ‘I should get to bed. Got homework in the morning.’ ‘I’ve been meaning to say,’ said Alexander as Julian stood, ‘if you need someone to proofread your papers, I’d be happy to help.’ ‘Oh, no,’ said Julian. ‘I couldn’t ask you to do that.’ ‘You wouldn’t be asking me to, I offered,’ said Alexander. ‘And I mean it.’ His tone was commanding and sent shivers down Julian’s back. ‘Oh. Okay. Well, thanks, I . . . I appreciate that.’ ‘No worries,’ said Alexander. ‘I’m teaching fewer classes this semester, cause I’m working on a thesis with a couple of PhD candidates. You probably won’t believe it, but I miss grading papers. Proofing yours would fill a need, even if I can’t understand half of what’s in them.’ He laughed. ‘Not one for physics?’ Julian asked. Alexander shook his head. ‘I’m a Humanities man, and I always have been. Now, off to bed, young man.’ He had a twinkle in his eye, but there was that commanding tone again. Julian could feel his heart pound in his groin. ‘Yes, sir,’ he said, and went up the stairs. Once in his room, Julian locked the door and stripped down to his onesie. He got on the bed and humped his pillow until he came and then wet himself, thinking of Alexander’s strong arms holding him down. Afterwards, he lay there panting for a long time. ‘This is bad,’ he mumbled. ‘This is really, really bad.’ If he’d ever wanted someone to be his daddy full time, it would have to be Alexander. He wasn’t sure anyone else could measure up.
  8. Thanks to Anubis for proofreading and to EtchyFox for expert advice. Featuring art by Rolo. There it was, right in front of me. That familiar wooden seat with a hole in it that I really should have been sitting on. It never looked so inviting. And yet, I was still just standing there, looking at it. Taunting myself with it. At that point I don’t remember how long it had been – I’d lost track after the fifth hour when I sat down for lunch – but after all that time I’d built up quite the reservoir that wanted out. But I wanted it to stay in. I wanted to feel that pressure as long as I could, only giving up when I finally didn’t have any more choice in the matter. So there I was, standing in front of the toilet, my little black shorts digging into the bulge in my lower belly. Even on a good day, these shorts were a bit of a tight fit, and now they were pressing in the worst place and causing me the most wonderful pain. I got myself lost in that feeling, both hands absentmindedly rubbing at the rock-hard balloon of mine that was clearly on display for anyone that cared to see it. My lucky white jacket wasn’t doing much to cover it up, both because I always left the thing open and because right now the only thing beneath it was a simple black strip of cloth wrapped around my chest. I didn’t want my view to be obstructed by such silly things as shirts or dresses. If my hands were to apply a bit of pressure, I would feel like my bladder would explode then and there. All that liquid in me pouring right out through my clothes down to the floor… Just the thought of that feeling had left my favorite pink panties soaked, though I’d kept my bladder under lock and key the entire time. After so many hours, I’d refused to let out even a single drop, and I wasn’t about to unless everything else was going to come out too. I knew I’d get wet anyways, and that made it so much better. That was the point, after all. I could have stood there forever, hands and legs shaking with excitement and raw need. I had to go, but I wouldn’t. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, I told myself. The reason kept changing, but I’d always tell myself I needed to hold it longer. It didn’t matter how much the ocean wanted to be free, it couldn’t be allowed to come out. Perhaps in my dreams I’d never have to leave that spot, but the reality was that I couldn’t hold it forever. In the real world, I’d been playing with my bladder, teasing and prodding it to feel the pressure ramp up for an instant, feel everything right on the edge of coming out, but hold it back anyways. Until… I just couldn’t. Ripped from my fantasies by the feeling of impending doom, my shorts and panties were out of the way before I could even think about them, and I took a seat just in time… … to hear a voice call out for me. “Azzy? As, I need you!” I had to get up. I was about to explode, but so was she, and I couldn’t let her do that. It was painful, mentally more than physically, to stand up and get redressed. So very close, but it was not meant to be. I had already started to piss when I sat down, so in standing up that first blast of pee went onto the floor and into my panties instead of the toilet as I’d planned. I managed to stop any more from coming out, if just barely, and my bladder complained loudly that it had been interrupted so soon. It didn’t matter though. She was more important, and I could hold it long enough to figure out a way to torture her with my relief. And if I couldn’t wait, well… that would just make it all the more fun. I really did want to keep holding it though, even if it felt like it’d come out any second and I wouldn’t be able to stop when it did. I truly did have very little time left; I’d done this often enough to know the signs I need to give up, and at this point I knew I was pushing it real damn close. But I also knew I could drag this out just a little longer, so I marched out of the bathroom and down the hall to the front door with a devious smile on my face and a hand in my jacket pocket. She was dancing in place right by the door with her hands in fists at her sides, and she probably hadn’t moved since she stepped inside. I saw one of her shoes in a corner nearby, and the other had apparently fucked off to some completely different part of the house. Her beautiful green eyes lit up when she saw me, and she called out almost immediately. “A-Azzy! Help, I can’t… ah, I can’t…” She’d just got home from work, as we planned, and now was desperately clawing at her robes to try to get them off. I tried to speak calmly, but I knew my voice was shaking both from my own need and because of the wondrous image before me now. “C-calm down, Ellie, I-I’m here. I’m here.” I walked up behind her, pulling my hand from my pocket and bringing with it a little leather ring. I held her collar open in front of her for a moment before gently closing it around her neck. She gave a sigh that almost sounded like a purr, and her dance became less frantic. “Now, kitten… we just have to… get you out of these things.” Then my hands moved down to remove her cloak, sneaking in a little squeeze of her chest through all the fabric. Her response was a moan and a whisper telling me to hurry up. The cloak was off quickly enough, and I just threw it off to the side somewhere. Then I got to work on the top layer of robe, trying not to lean too much into her back and leave a big yellow mark on her robes. Still, I leaned in to kiss her cheek while my hands fumbled with the ties keeping the robe together. I may have spent a little more time than I needed to getting the top few undone, so I could leave my hands resting on her immaculate breasts for a while, wishing I could just stand there fondling them all day. But we didn’t have all day; she whimpered quietly, constantly muttering either encouragement or requests that I move faster. When the robe was open, I told her to lift her arms, which she did with a little whine, and then I coaxed her into stepping out of the robe before tossing it somewhere as well. One last layer, and I knew she wouldn’t like this one. “I n-need you to stand st-still, hon,” I said, and she turned her head to look back at me. “I… I don’t know if I can. Nnn…” I ignored a little splash reheating my panties and tried to speak with at least a little conviction. “Just… for a second, sweetie. You’ll be… you’ll be okay.” She turned back to look forward, and after a little bit I saw her nod and her dancing wind down until it stopped completely. She’d only replaced it with feverish shaking, but it was good enough for me to slide her little priest-gown off her shoulders and down her body. She gasped when my hand slid over her own bladder bulge, though I didn’t do anything there with that hand. When the gown hit the floor, she went right back to dancing. Neither of us wanted to bend down and move the gown elsewhere, so in her dance she kicked it away from her feet. Good enough for me. My right hand went onto her left shoulder, and I walked carefully around to her front, grabbing her other shoulder once we were facing each other. She wasn’t looking me in the eye; I glanced down to whatever she was looking at long enough to see her hands fly to her crotch but stop just short of grabbing when she suddenly remembered our deal. She slowly brought her hands back to her sides and finally looked right at me. Her mouth was slightly open and her whole body was bouncing a little bit as her legs refused to stop moving. “So, Ellie… My sweet little Ellie,” I said, slow and soft, gently guiding her to walk backwards until she leaned up against the wall. “Has my little girl been good today?” My hands moved to grab hers and move them up above her head – there was no resistance, she was just dancing and staring at me with a lustful gaze that I’m sure I was returning. I held both of her hands here with my left, and my right brushed her sweet-smelling brown hair out of her face before moving down to her thigh. “I-I t-tried to hold on all day, l-like you said, but I had to- nngaah!” She cried out and her breathing grew faster as the hand on her thigh found its way between her legs. That hand started rubbing softly through those tight gray shorts, too small for her, that she’d eagerly agreed to wear today. I didn’t have to look down to know she’d wet herself while she was at work, though for right now she was doing a good job. Her breathing slowed again as my hand moved down the inside of her thighs. “I… had to… had to let a little out.” “Feels like more than a little, kitten,” I said, firmly but playfully. My hand stopped for a moment and I let out a little grunt when my bladder sent a very strong signal that I ought to hurry up. “You didn’t have an accident in the temple, did you?” “N-no, only… haah, only a little. A-a-a few… few times, but… I tried… I tried not to do any more th-th-than you said I-I could.” Her arms wiggled in my grasp, but I just tightened my grip. “P-Please, Azzy, I… I need..” My right hand found its way to her bladder, tracing little circles through the thin fabric of her shirt. “I’m sorry, did you- did you say something?” That hand gradually turned into a fist, which I pressed lightly into her bulge – it was firm, but not solid. “As-rielle, ah!” She practically shouted my name when the pressure hit her, speaking the last syllables louder and more high-pitched than the first. I felt another addition to the warmth between my legs and heard a little splash of liquid hitting the wood floor. Ellie looked down in a panic, but quickly looked back up to look into my eyes. Her gaze quickly softened again, and she put on a silly smile for a moment while she kept squirming around in my grip that she could have escaped from if she wanted to. I glanced down, too, and saw a fresh dark patch between her legs… but not a spot on the floor below her. Oops. “Azzy, please… Let me…” Her adorable begging had become nearly a whisper, and she mumbled something that I legitimately couldn’t hear. I stared straight into her eyes, and saw a reflection of my own raw desire. My fist stayed on her bladder, though the pressure had been let off, and I subtly pressed my legs together and bent my left ever so slightly. “I couldn’t hear you, babe.” “I need to go!” She closed her eyes and yelled, stomping her feet in a bit of a march. “Go where?” I leaned in close and whispered directly into her ear, at the same time just barely fighting off another surge from my bladder. Then I leaned out, planting a little kiss on her cheek along the way, and looked into her eyes, awaiting her answer. Elaria said nothing for a second, just breathing heavily through her mouth. When she finally spoke, it was a quiet match for my own voice. “B-bathroom…” As soon as she finished saying that word, a spark of fear joined the lust in her eyes. Only for a fleeting moment, but it was true terror. She’d realized too late what she was asking for. She knew what her request meant, but she wasn’t thinking when she said it. I put on a stern look, brought my left hand up, first to tug at her collar a little, then to her chin, and lifted my left knee higher as another spurt broke through and hit the floor. Ellie gasped too and I can only assume her shorts got a little wetter. She couldn’t wait much longer – neither could I – and I had to make sure this was how she wanted it to end. When I spoke, I tried to make clear in my voice that this was no game. “Are you sure about that, babe? Completely sure? That’s really what you want?” Ellie stared into my eyes, still with her same lustful emerald gaze, and took a deep breath. Then she whispered to me: “Asrielle… yes… please, yes…” She nodded fervently. I sighed and leaned in for a proper kiss. Her lips met mine and I heard a muffled moan from her as she pressed her body as close to mine as either of our bladders would tolerate. I had to give her an out. She’d forgotten, if only for a moment, what it meant in our games to make the request that she did, so I had to make sure she wasn’t trying to ask me to let her take a much-needed potty break. But, no, she wanted to keep going. She wanted to push her limits, just like me. She was dedicated to our game. She knew how to call it off whenever she wanted, whenever she was in pain. Just one word. But she didn’t say it. She pressed on. She wanted to see it through to the end, and she wanted me to make that as hard for her as I could. She broke away first, leaning back against the wall again, whimpering and still dancing. Her breathing was still fast, but now she was biting her lip instead of breathing through her mouth. She was staring at me, not saying anything, waiting for me to do something. With the hand I had on her wrist, I guided her left arm down again, her right following along on its own. The hand in my grasp was a fist while the other was kneading at the bottom of her shirt, clearly wanting to do something more but not able to. “Come on then, kitten, let’s… let’s get you to the bathroom,” I said, turning around and giving her arm a little tug to get her moving. She stumbled at first, letting out an adorable surprised squeak and grabbing my arm with her free hand for a moment, but once she’d righted herself she followed along at my pace without further issue. I led Elaria directly to our destination – no silly stops in the middle of the hall, no detour to the kitchen to get her something to drink, nothing. I was probably closer to bursting than she was, and if this was my one chance to do that in a toilet instead of in my pants, of course I was going to jump on that opportunity. Along the way I had my free hand pushing down on my shorts, finally relieving the torturous pressure and hopefully making them just a little bit easier to take off quickly. I’d left the door to the bathroom open, so I marched straight in, but Ellie didn’t follow. She stopped just before crossing the threshold, suddenly enough that she pulled me back with a jolt that caused a little puddle to appear at my feet. I turned around to face her, now openly crossing my legs as tightly as I could while still standing upright and without needing to pull my shorts up properly again. She was just looking at me, her head tilted a little and her legs still incessantly dancing. “What are you waiting for?” I sounded more impatient than I had intended; I really did want to use the toilet, and my body was starting to ignore what I wanted. I wanted Ellie to come with me, too, but now she was just standing there, as normal as possible, because she’d decided to stop. Her need didn’t suddenly get much worse, she didn’t need to stop to fight herself for control, none of that. She’d just stopped. I was already mentally kicking myself before she answered my question. I knew why she stopped, but the reason had slipped my mind for a moment. It was my fault. “Y-you brought me t-to the bathroom,” she said meekly, no longer making direct eye contact. The hand that had been playing with her shirt was now fingering her collar. “You didn’t… didn’t say I c-could go inside.” Then she brought that hand up to her mouth, made a fist, and bit down on it. “Nnn…” Can’t blame her for following orders. With as much of a smile as I could put on when I was seconds away from an accident, I forced the hand out of my shorts and used it to ruffle Ellie’s hair, then I grabbed her hand from her mouth and brought it down near the other. “Well, then… follow me, sweetie.” I took a step back and pulled her a step forward, and once I knew she would come with me I walked backwards across the room until I knew I was about to trip over the toilet. She didn’t resist being pulled along and didn’t try to stop anymore. When I stopped, I looked over my shoulder to confirm I was where I wanted to be, then looked back at Ellie and let go of her arms. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, making sure to get my panties as well, but I didn’t pull them down. Not yet, even though I knew I absolutely could not hold it in anymore. “Look at me,” I said quickly. She looked at me. “I want you to watch,” I told her with the last scraps of authority I could pull together in this state. She nodded firmly. At that point everything seemed to happen at once. I slid my shorts and underwear down past my knees, and the slight bend required to do so made my bladder burst. I sat down as quickly as I could, peeing on my lowered clothes and the floor in the process. Ellie whimpered but didn’t move. As soon as I was seated I made sure my legs were spread wide to give her a good view, then my eyes were closed and I felt like I’d gone limp. “Haahh… aaaaaahhyaaaaaah…” I hadn’t intended to taunt Ellie with my moaning as well as the view of my torrent, but I didn’t have much say in the matter. The best I could do was try to take some deep breaths and open my eyes again. The first thing I saw was that Ellie was staring directly between my legs, eyes wide and somehow filled with both a jealous yearning and a perverse satisfaction at being left waiting, her breathing heavy and quick. She’d gone back to breathing through her mouth, and with both hands she’d bunched up the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up far enough that I could see a hint of her bare breasts. She wasn’t dancing anymore, instead just shivering with her legs grinding against each other. Her once-light gray shorts were covered in obvious dark spots, and they were only getting darker as she kept renewing the wetness. Every so often some would drip down and patter onto the floor, though I could only barely hear it and her accompanying whine over the sounds of my own relief. At some point my hands found their way onto my gradually-deflating balloon, and I looked down to watch them play with it to pass the time. By the time my breathing had returned to normal, the flood I was unleashing into the toilet hadn’t slowed at all, but I was becoming aware of how sore and exhausted my bladder was. So my hands moved south, stopping just above the source of the waterfall. I adjusted my position slightly and spread my lips with both hands, looking back up at Ellie with an evil grin. She glanced up only for a moment, gave a weak smile, then continued watching the storm. Honestly, I was impressed, both with myself and with Elaria’s dedication. I knew I was at my limit, but that apparently meant far more liquid than I thought it did. And as for Ellie, there was nothing keeping her eyes glued between my legs. Nothing was stopping her from begging me to let her have a turn next, or sit on my lap and pee through my legs, or just leave the room and shut the door so she didn’t have to see or hear anything. She’d come a long way since we first met. Two or three years ago I would have expected her to have her hands shoved between her legs while she shouted at me that she was going to wet herself. She would have tears running down her face as she begged for me to allow her to pee. There was nothing stopping her from doing any of that now, nothing except the fact that I told her to watch while I took a bursting piss she was still dying for. Used to be she just did this for me, but now she was finding her own enjoyment in it. I’d taken this innocent priestess and turned her into a monster, and honestly the thought of it got me worked up to the point where I wasn’t entirely sure anymore if the overwhelming relief was orgasmic or if I actually had been pushed over that edge as well. I didn’t much care for that distinction, though. It didn’t make a difference to me. All I cared about was that I’d never felt so good outside of that moment, and I highly doubted I would ever be able to match those sensations. Nothing mattered but the fact that sitting there felt good. Neither of us seemed to be particularly sure about how much time had passed before my stream became something that could be expected to come out of a normal person. It didn’t take long for that to die down into a little trickle, and once it was nothing more than a little dripping, I got myself comfortable and took advantage of where my hands already were. My head leaned back against the wall, my eyes closed, and my mouth hung a little open while I went to work. The hand that wasn’t busy yet moved up to my chest to find a way to make itself so, pushing the cloth covering out of the way without removing it completely. I finished quickly, certainly helped along by the fact that I could still hear Ellie’s quiet whimpering just a few feet away. Then I stood, letting my shorts and panties fall to my feet and stepping out of them towards Elaria. With both of my hands I grabbed both of hers, forcing her to let go of her shirt she had crumpled up beyond reason. She looked me right in the eye, giving off little whines in an attempt to form words. “Got something to say, sweetie?” I took her hands and kissed each as one would a King’s, waiting for her to remember how to speak. She had a look of intense concentration on her face, no doubt trying to focus both on not wetting herself and on how to phrase what she wanted to say. In the meantime she continued to squirm around and returned to doing a little dance, though not as pronounced as before. Finally, she worked up the ability to talk to me, though quietly. “Asrielle, I… I r-really have to…” She looked down at our hands. “I… nnnngh… I, ah… M-may I… p-please… May… may I… go potty?” Then she returned to staring straight into my eyes. For a little while, I didn’t answer, and just stood inspecting her face. It was completely red and she might as well have been drowning in sweat, but she was still beautiful. More importantly, though, she wasn’t good at hiding what she wanted my answer to be. Her eyes were pleading, and yet lusting. Even the fact that she’d asked the question in the first place meant I knew the answer she was looking for. After all, if she truly wanted out, she knew that she only had to say one word and I’d do whatever I could to help her get herself out of the game. I glanced down at her chest, admiring the view of her nipples through her shirt, before looking back up at her and speaking firmly. “No,” I said. She didn’t look disappointed. “You have to hold it. You can do that for me, can’t you, babe?” I put one hand on her chin, holding it up so she’d keep looking right at me, and the other one slowly slid down the side of her body, finally coming around to the front when it reached the area of her bulge. She let out a high-pitched whine when I pressed lightly on it, but the pressure was off almost immediately as I forced my hand through the too-tight waistband of her shorts and pressed directly against her thoroughly-wet lips. This forced her to stop dancing, and now she was simply trembling. “Can my little girl hold her pee for me?” I moved my hand down from her chin to keep a loose grip on her collar. “I-I-I… I don’t... I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’ll t-try but… But I-I g-gotta go real bad.” As if on cue, I felt a small blast of warm wetness against my fingers. “S-sorry.” “I know you do, sweetie,” I said, leaning in as close as I could without making her try to wiggle away. “But I also know you’re a big girl who can hold her pee if she needs to. My perfect little priestess isn’t gonna piddle in her favorite panties and the cute pants I made for her and on my floor just because she’s not allowed to use the toilet, is she?” When she shook her head, I pulled my hand from between her legs and moved both of them to her shoulders, gently pushing to get her to face the other direction. “I didn’t think so, kitten. Now turn around. We’re going to bed.” Ellie turned around without much trouble, but kept her gaze locked on me as long as possible. I left my right hand on her shoulder, while my left arm hugged her waist, leaving the hand to rest over her bladder. I felt her left hand grab at mine, but she didn’t make any attempt to move it. Her right had gone back to playing with the edges of her shirt. She whimpered when I gave her a gentle nudge in the shoulder, and started walking slowly out of the bathroom, down the hall, and over to my bedroom. She’d occasionally whine every so often on the way there, but mostly seemed focused on staying calm and not having an accident while we walked together, her in the lead. Her breathing had slowed and turned to deep, deliberate breaths and she was toying with my fingers on the hand that was over her rock-hard bulge. She still wasn’t trying to move the hand, just trying to keep herself busy. Her eyes were focused ahead of her, and we slowly but consistently worked towards the bedroom. I wasn’t particularly concerned with the path ahead – no, I was looking down, admiring the view of her modest but wonderful ass, thanks to the nearly skintight shorts she was wearing. And those big dark streaks running down her shorts that turned into glistening yellow on her snow-white legs were quite the breathtaking sight as well. When we finally arrived, I told her to stop just before the bed and turn around, and put both my arms around her waist. She tied her legs together and tried to sit down, whining when she felt my hands pressing her closer to me to keep her upright. “No, no, stand up, and stand still.” I looked her up and down quickly, and watched as she tried to stop bouncing but only managed to slow down. “Arms up,” I said, causing her to drop the hem of her shirt and do as I asked. Then I pulled her shirt up off of her and tossed it to the side. She instinctively put one hand over her chest and left the other to fiddle with her collar, her face even redder than before. Then I knelt down before her and hooked my fingers into the strangling waistband of her shorts, getting her to gasp and try to take a step back in response. I looked up at her with a silly grin. “What,” I asked with a teasing songlike voice. “You don’t want to get out of your wet clothes?” “Just… a little surprised… Y-you made me… pee a little bit…” She was looking off to the side, not at me, and her hands were still covering her breasts. She turned to look at the ceiling when I forced her shorts down to her knees, eliciting a sigh as the pressure was finally released. Then I reached up and gently rubbed the crotch of her panties – the ones she always wore for our little games, and which by now bore not a hint of their original white color despite many attempts to wash them – before tearing those down as well, letting them and her shorts fall to the ground. I stood up and gave her chest a gentle shove so she’d sit down – a spurt soaked into my blankets as soon as she made contact – and then I took her hand and guided her to lie on her back. She squirmed around watching me while I prepared to join her, slipping out of my jacket and carefully folding it before setting down on the nightstand by her head. I only remembered what had already been there when I saw her hand retract from trying to grab it before my jacket covered it, so I went ahead and got it myself. Ellie looked back and forth between my face and the hand that was now brandishing our leash, clearly unsure of what to do now. It was little more than a long piece of string, strong enough for us to play with but discreet enough that we could use it when I took her out for walks in public. I dangled it in front of her as if it were a cat toy. “You want me to use this on you?” She nodded quietly and I shook my head. “Not today, dear,” I said, slipping it into one of my jacket pockets. Then I unwrapped my breasts and let the sweaty cloth that had been covering them fall to the floor. “Though you have been a very good girl today.” I climbed onto the bed and got on my knees, grabbing her legs to keep them still. “In fact, I think you deserve a reward…” I forced her to spread her legs and had just started to lean in when she called out and tried to wiggle away. “N-no, wait! I-I’m gonna… gonna p-pee on you if- if you do that.” When I just gave her a silly look with my head cocked, she added more quietly, “A-and I-I- I don’t… I don’t wanna, uh, pee… on you.” Even the High King’s crimson banners couldn’t compare to the color of Ellie’s face. “Fingers it is, then,” I said, crawling up to lie down on my side next to her and shooting her a devilish look. She looked at me, a little worried, but her eyes were still reflecting the fire in mine. I snuggled up close to her, perhaps intentionally guiding one of her hands to my rear so I didn’t crush that arm between us. Then I took a moment to give her bladder a gentle rub before venturing southward. Ellie turned her head back to look at the ceiling and brought a hand to her neck, and when my fingers found what they were looking for she shut her eyes and let out a quivering moan. I got right to work and didn’t let up, despite her intense squirming and the occasional spurt of her pee I’d feel slip past my fingers. She made the most adorable noises whenever she leaked. “Ahaah…” Before too long, I felt a big, steady leak against my hand, that lasted for a good second before turning into a weak dribble. Coincidentally this was around the same time my fingers found their way inside, and Elaria brought both of her hands down to mine to try to get me to apply more pressure to her from the outside. “Nonononono…” She was muttering quickly and quietly, pleading with herself to hold her pee just a little longer, even though we both knew she was just about at her limit. “Holditholditholditholditholdit…” I pressed my head up against hers while my hand kept doing what it was doing, admiring the scent of her hair that still overpowered that of her sweat. She kept moaning and groaning and muttering and slowly leaking into my hand until suddenly her eyes shot open and her whole body tensed up. “Gotta hold it, gotta hold it, gotta hold it, hhaah… nnnn…” She was talking to herself with a whining tone, trying to convince herself to do something she knew was impossible. “Gotta… gotta… I… I can’t…” I felt it in my hand before she said it. “I can’t… can’t hold it… I… I’m peeing… Aah… I’m… haah…” Her breathing was heavy, and there were tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. I took a moment to look down and admire her heaving chest, pretending to look past it and at what my fingers hadn’t stopped doing. Her stream was heavy, and with my hand in the way it ended up getting everywhere, but I could still feel that it wasn’t at its full potential – she was still fighting it, even though she had no chance to regain control at this point. Eventually my fingers left her and I moved my hand away, allowing her to spray my bed directly, her stream quickly becoming more intense as she surrendered control. Then I moved so that I was straddling her, grabbing her hands and holding them up on either side of her head. She stared at me for a moment, closing her eyes again when I suddenly leaned in and kissed her. I heard a muffled groan of pleasure from her and felt her hands shift as they tried to break free of my grip. I broke off just long enough to say two words: “No touching.” Then I immediately returned my mouth to hers and listened to her moans and the sound of her bladder emptying itself onto my bed as it so desperately needed to for so long. I broke off again before long and repositioned myself a bit, still hovering over her, but now my hands had released hers and had started playing with her tits. She seemed to have the same idea, putting one hand on my back to get me to lean in a little closer while other explored my chest. She kept peeing the whole time, which I found rather amusing considering that she must have emptied half of her bladder into her pants earlier. She really had been at her absolute maximum. I had been too, and had no intentions of waiting particularly long any time soon, so when I realized I either still had a little left or some of my last drinks had finally caught up with me, I added a little trickle to Ellie’s puddle without a second thought. She raised an eyebrow at me but didn’t say anything. I hardly had anything to contribute in the first place, so I finished quickly, and not too long afterwards I heard Elaria’s stream start to die off. Just about in time, too, as her trickling was now making the sound of water-on-water, indicating that she’d wet my bed enough that it couldn’t be absorbed all at once and had created a puddle. When she finally stopped, I fell back to lie next to her, my legs splashing against her puddle for a moment. She was taking deep sighing breaths and seemed quite out of it, so I gave her arm a little tug. Her head turned to me and she looked confused for a moment, before she realized where she was and what she’d done. “I… I wet your bed,” she said. I nodded and gave a little smile. “Of course you did. Now come on, slide over where it’s dry.” I’d intentionally gone out of my way to get a far bigger bed than I needed, even though Ellie and I always cuddled together when she stayed over – she’d covered a large part of it with her piss but there was still a significant portion that was yet untouched thanks to my foresight, and that was where we both moved to, me at the edge and her just to my left. Then I wiggled around a bit to work myself under the sheets, and she did the same. Beneath the covers, I snuggled up close to her again, now just hugging her and enjoying the warmth of her naked and rather wet body against mine. “So, how was that, huh?” “Ohhh… I… don’t… I don’t know the words for that…” She was holding me just as I was her, and every breath she took still sounded like a moan. “It was…” Ellie took a moment to think, and instead of trying to put together words she gave me a quick kiss. “Does… that explain it?” “Perfectly,” I cooed, moving a hand to brush through her hair. “You did very well, my dear.” “I… I just wanted to make you happy.” She closed her eyes and leaned into the hand I had running against her head. “Don’t you lie to me, now. I know you enjoyed it.” Her response was a giggle. “Maybe a little bit…” Then we were both silent, aside from the occasional sigh caused by one of us petting the other or my toying with her collar, until I spoke after a few minutes. She just had to hear the stupid joke I’d come up with. “Hey, El,” I started, barely able to suppress a little laugh. “What is it?” She looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes. “So, what do you call it when a priestess has an accident?” Elaria groaned and I could tell she was trying not to laugh before I’d even told the joke properly. “This is gonna be terrible, isn’t it?” “I dunno, maaaaybeee… But, come on, guess.” I twirled a lock of her hair around with a finger. “Um… I don’t… I don’t know. What do you call it?” I had to put a hand to my mouth to stop from bursting with laughter right away. Eventually I composed myself just barely enough to deliver the punchline. “A clerical error,” I said, howling at my own joke. Ellie refused to look at me while she giggled uncontrollably. “Man, I really hate you sometimes, you know that?” “Love you too, babe.”
  9. Premise: An alpha of unspecified gender is making their male omega hold his pee all through their sexual activity. The omega really has to go but he is really into his alpha dominating him and torturing his poor little bladder, so he submits.... All you need to know about this variation of omegaverse is that male omegas have a vaginal opening between their penis and anus. Instead of testicles, they have kind of a large, fleshy vulva area, a bit more pronounced than a real world female vulva. Female alphas (if that's what you read the alpha as) have an anatomy that typically resembles women in real life, but they're a bit taller, and when aroused, their clitorises extend to penetrate- and because they're alphas, they're BIG and they can knot. Male alphas (again, if that's what you read the alpha as) are your standard omegaverse male alphas. Big dicks, knotting and whatnot. >>> "Just keep sucking" The omega did as his alpha commanded from his kneeling position. His bladder ached for relief but nonetheless, he continued to service his alphas hard, pulsating length. With his hands, he squeezed on his own little omega cock through his pants between his legs, fidgeting as he did so. He was trying to ease his dire need to piss. Despite his desperation though, he was awfully aroused. His opening was throbbing and wet, while his dick was stiff between his fingers. "Just like that.." the alpha let out a low moan as they began to move their hips back and forth, dominating their omegas mouth and throat, "take my cock..." After several minutes of thrusting, pleasure, growing arousal and an increasing need for bladder relief, the alpha pulled out entirely and stepped back. "Stay," they commanded with a sadistic smirk. The omega whimpered but obeyed, as he squeezed himself tighter. The pair was outdoors, in a rather secluded area. They were on a camping trip to get some alone time. Stepping back just a few feet, the alpha adjusted their clothing appropriately before letting out a powerful stream of hot piss. It was the early evening and the weather was cool, so you could even see steam coming from it. The alpha moaned in relief and pleasure as they continued their extremely long and hard piss, greatly teasing their omega who wasn't yet allowed to set free his own stream. The alpha was still very much erect and even had the tiniest hint of a knot forming. The omega wondered if he was in for a good, hard fuck after this. As much as he desperately had to go, his arousal was strong and ever growing, and he was hopeful to have it relieved by his alpha. His question was answered as soon as the alphas stream finally started to die down. Kicking their pants away completely and quickly removing the rest of their clothes, the alpha was quick to get their omega on his back, quickly removing his clothes also, hungry to be inside of him. The omega was panting, both with arousal, and the dire need to let go of his pee. The hands squeezing his penis were replaced by just one of his alphas. They just squeezed the tip between their thumb and forefinger to keep his straining urethra from leaking out any fluid. With one hard thrust, the alphas huge cock was all the way inside their omegas dripping wet opening. The omega gasped in shock at how sudden it was. The alpha, still pinching his tip, leaned down to suckle his neck as he began thrusting back forth, quickly picking up pace. The omegas bladder could hardly take the pressure of being fucked. His alpha pressing their body down into his wasn't helping, nor was the increase in speed and their growing knot; but as much as it hurt, it felt incredible. The more his alpha thrust into him, the more he needed to be filled with their knot, and with their hot cum; but GOD did he desperately need to release his bladder! The pressure of what was happening was already agony; being stuffed full with a swollen alpha knot and filled with their cum was a terrifying thought, and right now, there was nothing this omega wanted more. >>> So this is what I've written of this so far. I wrote it originally a few years ago when I was really into omegaverse- I do still enjoy it; I was just more into it back then after first discovering it. Its funny though, because this story takes place between a male omega and an alpha of unspecified gender when usually, I'm more into f/f stuff. Anyway though, I remembered this story and decided to have a go at rewriting it, because I've started writing again, which is something I haven't done in a while. Specifically, I want to start doing erotic short stories. I think it would be really cool to make little digital books out of them, with some accompanying artwork, and with my background in graphic design, I can lay them out to look really nice as well. I'm not a particularly great writer, but I'm certainly not bad, and I think they would make some good editions to my Etsy store hehe Anyway, what do you guys think of this one so far? I'm also working on a piece where a forty year old psychologist tries to spice up her sex life by joining an anonymous sex club and encounters a younger woman who gives her the best orgasms she's ever experienced- it's actually turning out to be longer and have more exposition than I was originally planning, but I'm enjoying it nonetheless- that ones not an omo piece though hehe
  10. Amanda is a 21 year old girl living in San Francisco but visits her friend for three weeks in New York. Her appearance looks unusual. She is 197 cm/6 ft 5.56 in tall, but her legs are tremendously big. Her legs (along with her pelvis) are 120 cm/3 ft 11.24 in tall, her torso (except her pelvis and her neck) is 47 cm/1 ft 6.5 in tall and her head (along with her neck) is 30 cm/11.81 inches tall. So in conclusion, her legs are larger than her torso and her head combined. Despite she is tall, unfortunately her bladder is so small. Her bladder can only hold 300 ml of liquids. She also has a big booty/ass. Her friend is smaller than her (170 cm/5 ft 6.93 in tall) and she knows that her bladder is small and she likes to tease Amanda (in a FRIENDLY way, of course) about that and she decides that it could be funny to make Amanda wait for the bathroom. She is 23 years old. A. Amanda's hair type is? straight wavy curly B. Amanda's friend's name: Anna Susan Sophia Samantha Isabella C. Where do they(Amanda and her friend) go? Cinema Theatre TV show other
  11. “Hello,” the woman said, “My name is Adena.” Beth said nothing. “Oh right, you probably can’t speak until spoken too. What is your name?” “Beth, Mistress.” “Nice to meet you, Beth. Do you want to play?” “Yes, I would love to, Mistress!” “Perfect, first, let’s make sure you are clean.” Adena gently lifted Beth’s skirt and pulled her panties away from her. She then took the shower nozzle off the wall and rinsed the cum from Beth’s panties and from Beth’s wet pussy. Adena used her deft and narrow fingers to clean the inside of Beth’s pussy as well, and accidently ran her fingertips over Beth’s sensitive clit. Beth jumped and let out a moan. “Are you horny?” Adena asked sweetly. “Yes, Mistress.” “Oh poor honey. Orgasm control doms? Well I can fix that.” Adena started on Beth’s pussy with her fingers, gently rubbing it. Then, once the area was fully clean, she put her face between Beth’s legs and used her tongue to tenderly lick the sub’s soft petals and swollen clit. Beth moaned and whimpered. Adena’s licks became quicker and sharper and so do Beth’s moans. Two fingers were added into Beth’s vagina, and they swirled around the g-spot. Beth cried out and orgasmed, squirting all over Adena’s waiting face. “Good girl,” Adena coos, licking the juices from her fingers. “Thank you, Mistress!” Beth gasps, as she hits the wall, shaking with aftershocks. “You’re welcome. Now, it is my turn. On your knees, please.” Beth eagerly got on her knees, ready for the pussy she was about to receive. Adena pulled her short shorts and panties aside and revealed her waiting and soaking wet pussy. Beth kissed Adena’s thighs, starting up one side and down the other, going just over Adena’s hot pussy, teasing her. On the way back, she kissed around Adena’s cunt, and licked the sides of it. Adena moaned with impatient excitement. Beth then dove right in, and started to lick Adena roughly. Adena gasped with the sudden pleasure and held Beth’s face between her legs. Beth sucked on her clit and stuck her long tongue into Adena’s waiting hole. It did not take much to make her cum. Beth kept licking as she heard her Mistress shriek with pleasure, and then Adena exploded, not with cum, but piss. Adena let go of her short shorts and panties and pissed all over Beth through them with fire hose force, coating the sub in warm golden showers. Beth leaned back and let the piss caress her soaked body, and she got horny all over again. When Adena finished, the last few drops hitting the bathroom floor, she asked, “Do you have to go, Beth?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Good.” She lay down on the floor of the stall, and pulled Beth down onto her torso. “Piss on me, all over me.” Beth smiled and let go. She had not realized how badly she had to go until she let go and the torrent was released. She pissed through her panties onto Adena’s clothes, tits, and tummy. As Beth was running out, Adena pulled Beth over to her head and let Beth piss onto her face. She licked Beth to another heavenly orgasm as Beth finished wetting on her, and let her go. “You are a good, slut, aren’t you?” Adena said as she stood up. Beth sat on the floor and recovered from her third orgasm of the day. “Thank you, Mistress,” she replied shakily. Adena pulled the shower nozzle off the wall and rinsed off Beth, and Beth rinsed off Adena. They brought each other to orgasm one more time, before Adena took her leave. Beth lay on the ground, curled up in an orgasming ball, and waited for the next person. She was fully recovered from orgasm when the next customer arrived. Or customers. A group of 5 men all walked into her stall, all of varying size and stature, and closed the door behind them. All of them made a circle around her, pulled out their cocks, pointed them at her, and started masturbating. All of them came in rock hard and ready to cum. The one directly in front of her came first, and the rest came right after. She was soon coated in semen, and the used their cocks to rub it into her clothes and body. They left their cocks against her body and started wetting, all at once, and she felt the five individual streams cascade down her body. She leaned back and relished it. There was no regret here. When the last cock stopped wetting, they left one by one, except the last who rinsed her off quickly before leaving as well. She was alone for another few minutes before her Master came back. “Did you have fun?” he asked. “Oh, yes sir, I did!” He slapped her with the back of his hand. “That’s too fucking bad, it was supposed to be punishment, bitch,” he growled. He untied her and dragged her from the room. “Now I have to show you real punishment,” he hissed.
  12. Beth didn’t get to clean up after her humiliating wetting. He untied her from the chair, but made her leave her sodden and jizz covered clothing on. She relished in it. A dirty, filthy, piss slut was wearing those clothes, and she loved it. He tied her hands together, made a lead from the rope he had just taken off of her, and led her out of the room they had been in. As they walked through the door and onto the street, he took a water bottle out and put it to her lips. “Drink,” he commanded. She sipped it tentatively at first but was soon forced to gulp the iced tea as he turned the container upside-down. She finished one bottle and then another, with barely a dribble down her already soaked torso. They had picked the hotel because of its proximity to Pandora’s Box, a kink dungeon that he had chosen. He pulled her by the length of rope that was around her wrists and led her inside the dungeon. There were some people waiting by the door, who stared as she was pulled past. He led her straight to the bathroom, which was unisex here, and walked her into the last stall. Instead of a toilet, there were two metals rings in the wall, about a foot off the ground. He tied one hand to each ring, with a couple feet of rope so she could put her hands on her lap or stand up. She was however, completely stuck inside the stall. It looked relatively clean, and a drain sat in the center of the room. “Enjoy, my little slut,” he said as he left the stall. She sat there, legs crossed, and waited. After a few minutes, she had her first customer. A man slammed the door open. “Oh sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be in here. It has been empty for like a month.” He was average height, weight, and looks, with dusty brown hair, brown eyes, and a goatee. She didn’t reply; she wasn’t allowed to unless directly asked a question. He took out his cock. It was slightly below average and half-erect. “Pull on the binds a little, show me that you are trapped.” She tugged on the ropes that held her in place. They gave her a lot of slack, but they were well tied. She wasn’t going to get out until her Master let her out. “Perfect,” the man murmured. His dick quickly became erect, and he started to masturbate. “You’re already soaking in piss, aren’t you?” She nodded, shamefully. She was disgusting, covered in her own piss and cum as well as another man she barely knew, and this man would coat her next. The worst was, she loved it; her pussy was soaking wet, and not from piss. He stroked his cock leisurely at first and then faster. He saw that her eyes were pleading, and he thought she was begging him not to. She was actually begging him to. She desperately wanted to be coated in it, all of it. He didn’t last long, and she didn’t mind. He came all over her; the first squirt landed in her hair, the second on her tits, and the last big one in her lap. He grunted with pleasure as he finished, and rubbed the last drops out onto her cheek. She smiled up at him and he gave her a toothy grin back. With his cock still in his hand, he pointed at her hair. At first a few drops dribbled out of his head, and then the piss came out full stream. He doused her head with piss first, then aimed for her tits, soaking each individually. Suddenly, he stopped wetting, and a devilish grin spread across his cheeks. “Stand,” he commanded. She cocked her head to the side, but stood. He took his cock and slid it deeply into her panties. His piss hit her pussy and pooled in her underwear before dripping down her legs. It felt like she was wetting herself, and she loved it. She almost begged him to fuck her, but she remembered she wasn’t allowed to speak. He finished wetting her and pulled his now flaccid cock out of her dripping panties. “Thanks,” he mumbled. There was a shower nozzle on the side of the stall, near the drain, and he rinsed her off with the lukewarm water before leaving. He didn’t bother to wash himself. She sat alone and soaking wet. She wasn’t cold, but she was ridiculously horny. She wasn’t allowed to masturbate, so she just sat and waited. Another man came in; this one was lean, muscular and he had short dark hair and big brown eyes; he looked at her hungrily. “You clean?” He asked “I have been rinsed, Sir,” she replied. “Good.” He grabbed her skirt, yanked it up, and he pushed her panties out of the way. He took a rock hard cock and shoved it into her waiting pussy. She gasped, and tried to position herself so he would hit her g-spot. “No, you don’t get to cum unless I let you.” He growled. He fucked her roughly as she stood there, and she got little pleasure from it. He pounded her from the front, then flipped her over and took her from behind. When he finished, he grabbed her hips and held them against his groin as he pumped his load into her pussy. She expected him to leave after this, but he did not. Instead, his cock twitched inside her, and she felt herself filling with a warm liquid. He was wetting inside of her! She could not believe how much this turned her on. She begged him with her mind to let her come, but he couldn’t hear her. When he finished wetting, he told her, “Hold it in you until I tell you that you can let it go.” His cock slid out of her pussy and she squeezed her muscles immediately so she wouldn’t let a single drop out. He put her panties back and pulled her skirt back down. Then he watched her. She was having trouble holding it in. Her pussy’s muscles were strong, but they couldn’t hold liquid this long. She pleaded with her eyes, but he refused to release her. A dribble escaped her, and she squeaked. “Did you already fail, slut?” he demanded “Only a little, Sir,” she mumbled. “Too bad. You may release the rest, but you don’t get to orgasm from me.” She groaned and let go. Piss poured out of her pussy and again, it felt like she was wetting herself. Her clit was hard and sensitive, and she wished that she could touch it, but she knew her Master would know, so she didn’t. The man watched, satisfied, as she soiled herself with his juices, and then left without rinsing her. She didn’t think she should do it herself, without someone’s permission, so she sat back down, feeling his jizz squelch between her legs. After about ten minutes, the stall door opened slowly. A beautiful woman stood there, with a short bob cut of curly red hair, big green eyes, and a spray of freckles across her nose. She was lean, but not too skinny, with strong arms and legs revealed by a tank top and short shorts, and she had perky B-cup tits. Beth was in awe, would she get to be with this beauty?
  13. The growing pangs of desperation slowly became less and less ignorable. That first dribble that had escaped as he pissed on her had not helped her situation, it had, in fact, made so much worse. She was almost tempted to let go everything and do the plan, but the idea was so terrifying. Even more terrifying was how much it thrilled her. She knew she was a dirty piss slut, but she couldn't be that filthy, could she? With her mind absent, another small dribble of piss escaped her. She squeaked and squeezed her legs together. He looked up from the erotica he was reading, but seeing nothing he looked back down. His signal was when it started to drip out of the chair, then he would know she had had an accident. "Twenty more minutes," he warned without looking up again. Shit, she thought, I could have sworn I had less time than that! She squirmed in her seat, moving as much as the binds would allow, to try and relieve the pressure, but she could see that it was a losing battle. He knew it too, that is why he was doing this. He knew she secretly wanted to be 'punished.' Otherwise, why would she have added those parameters to their agreement? "Fifteen minutes." She almost cried out. She had drunk 4 huge glasses of water on an empty stomach. The pain was getting unbearable. She kept accidentally letting little bits out, and she was afraid it would start to drip into the floor. Apparently her skirt was super absorbent. She decided to let a little out, to relieve the pressure. Her skirt had been holding well so far, and he would never notice. She let her guard slip and allowed a small trickle to escape from her. Oh god it felt so good. She had to stop it though, she could feel the seat filling with piss. She tried to squeeze her pee hole shut, but she couldn't. The stream came faster, and she groaned. This had been a huge mistake, and there was nothing she could do now. He came over as the drops started to splatter onto the ground below her chair. "Couldn't hold it, huh?" He pushed his fingers between her legs and felt the hot piss gushing from her. He rubbed her clit as she peed, and she moaned with pleasure. She peed and peed, so much inside her, and he stroked her sensitive petals and played with her clit the entire time. As the last drops escaped her, she was close to orgasm. He undid the bindings on her legs and pushed his cock between them. Piss exploded out of his cock and she came as it hit her clit. She shook with pleasure in the chair, still bound, and tossed her head back as she gushed all over his now rock hard cock. He stroked pulled his cock from between her legs and aimed the piss at her face, while he stroked his hard member. As the he finished wetting, he started masturbating over her, until thick ropes of cum spurted out him, landing on her cheek and soaked tit. She panted, gasping for air after the intensity of her orgasm. Her head was leaned back against the chair, as she relaxed, when he grabbed her by her hair, and brought her face closer to his. "I hope you realize this means we go through with the plan," he whispered menacingly into her ear. She nodded, wide eyed with fear.
  14. Bethesda wasn't sure of this now. The blindfold let through a little light, revealing the muted paisley pattern, but she couldn't see through it. She had agreed to this, but hadn't been able to see for the better part of an hour (that was her best guess) and she was starting to get nervous. Her bindings weren't making her uncomfortable. There was one wrapped around her rib cage and arms and another around her thighs. Her hands were tied behind the chair, pushing her breasts forward and out. She had heard him say he liked his sluts to be on display. She was actually rather comfortable, but there was a feeling growing in her bladder that she couldn’t ignore. Then the blindfold came off, and he was standing there, shirtless. She gasped in surprise and strained against her binds automatically. A sly grin spread across his face; he loved that she was helpless. He unzipped his dark blue jeans and revealed his cock. The grin grew as her eyes widened. “Already?” she asked. “You have been waiting.” He replied. He held his half-mast cock in a strong hand, and directed it at her breasts. “But I am still dressed!” she exclaimed, as the first squirts of piss hit her. The stream hit her left breast and moved to the right one, soaking her blouse and her DD’s immediately. Her panties were wet before the piss could drizzle down to her crotch. She blushed, and he commented “You like this, don’t you slut.” Her blouse had become see through, revealing her black lace bra. Her black pencil skirt was next, and the piss dripped through her skirt and into her hot woman hood, leaving a growing puddle under her full ass, and then on the floor beneath her, soaking her pantyhose clad toes. He aimed the final spurts at her long, dark chocolate brown hair, leaving a few piss rivulets running down the wavy strands. She hadn’t tried to fight it, closed her eyes, and relished every drop as slid down her form. “Still have to go?” He asked, winking. Her eyes popped open again. He had reminded her, and now it was a pressing need. She squirmed in her seat, and the piss sloshing around her made it even worse. “Don’t go yet, or we will need to go with ‘the plan.’” He remarked casually, though the threat was threaded through it. “Oh no, not the plan” she gulped. “How long do I have to hold it?” “Half an hour more.” He smirked deviously. She squeezed her legs together, but she had already let a small squirt go, and she knew half an hour wasn’t going happen.
  15. From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    These sketch were made in a time that I didn’t have the Internet readily available, they feature Alia, an original character of mine, these one in specific also hae a early design of Doga, also an original character of mine (note, the sketches are out of order, at the time I thought I would be the only one seeing this). Finished around late December 2018.
  16. Wrote this over summer. There will be seven chapters total. Incest isn't normally my thing, but neither is age play and yet here we are. lol! I hope you enjoy it. —————————— Chapter 1. Sammy woke with a start and found that he was peeing. Rather than trying to cut off the flow, he let it happen. He was wearing a pull-up, after all. He sighed. It was the third time this week, and it was only Thursday. He no longer wet himself every night, though he wouldn’t bother getting up and going to the bathroom if he needed to pee when he woke up. He’d been having the same dream as the other times. He’d been walking down a wooded path, hand in hand with his twin brother, Robbie, when he suddenly felt the urge to pee. In the dream, they were little boys, maybe six or seven. ‘I have to pee, Robbie,’ said little Sammy. ‘We gotta keep walking,’ little Robbie replied. ‘Just pee in your pants, it’s okay.’ Little Sammy in the dream had peed in his pants, and real world Sammy had woken up, still peeing. Sammy looked at his phone, which lay on the bedside table. It was only six, too early to get up for school. Looking at the date, he suddenly realised that today was his birthday; his and Robbie’s both. Today, they turned eighteen. He shifted in his bed, lying back down. The pull-up, warm and wet, shifted with him, rubbing against his crotch and making his dick hard. He palmed himself, listening for Robbie’s breathing in the bunk above him. It sounded like he was still asleep, so Sammy quietly got himself off, biting his lip when he came. Then he got out of bed, ready for a shower. ‘Happy birthday, Sammy,’ said a voice, and Sammy turned to look at his twin, who peered down at him from the top bunk, grinning. ‘Happy birthday, Robbie,’ Sammy replied with a smile. ‘Okay if I get the first shower?’ ‘Be my guest.’ Robbie yawned. ‘I’m not even fully awake yet.’ Sammy grabbed his bathrobe, wondering vaguely if Robbie had heard him get off. Not that it mattered. They were twins, after all. They’d hit puberty at the same time, shared a room their whole lives, they’d jerked off together on more than one occasion. Sammy and Robbie were identical. They had the same auburn hair and hazel eyes, the same freckles, and they were both exactly the same height. Their own family had a hard time telling them apart when they were little, not to mention strangers. But that was where the similarities ended. Where Robbie was boisterous and outgoing, Sammy was timid and withdrawn. While Robbie enjoyed physical activity and team sports, Sammy preferred more artistic pursuits, like drawing and writing. Robbie had many friends, whereas Sammy spent most of his time alone. Sammy’s only real friend was Robbie. As they grew older, they got easier to tell apart, thanks to Robbie’s athleticism. They were both tall, but where Sammy was slim and willowy, Robbie was strong and muscular, with broad shoulders and legs like tree trunks. Sammy envied his brother his body sometimes and often found himself admiring it when he sat sketching by the track at school, waiting for Robbie to finish training. Identical or not, Sammy knew Robbie was by far the hotter of the two of them, and the girls at school seemed inclined to agree. He took off the pull-up and disposed of it before getting in the shower. Sammy had wet the bed his whole life. His and Robbie’s mom had passed away before they turned four, and Sammy’s potty training had never quite taken. Their father, Greg, hadn’t bothered with it. He didn’t much care for children in the first place, and with his wife gone, he paid little attention to his sons, especially Sammy. Robbie was much tougher than his brother and did all the things Greg felt a man ought to do, and so Greg grew to be proud of him, but Sammy was always a disappointment. Greg more or less ignored him, except to punish him. Sammy had to endure more than a few beatings from his father when he’d wet himself as a child, which had happened frequently. Sammy eventually learned to hold his bladder in the daytime, but but never at night, and so he wore diapers to bed. Through everything, Robbie had been on his side. He’d stood up for Sammy against their father and bullies alike. Sammy remembered peeing his pants in the school yard when he was six, and Robbie, already stronger than most other kids, standing between him and the bullies, warning them off, while Sammy cried with embarrassment and shame. After his shower, Sammy returned to the bedroom to find his brother still in bed. ‘Took your time, didn’t you?’ said Robbie and grinned. He climbed down and ruffled Sammy’s wet hair. ‘I gotta piss real bad. Envy you those diapers sometimes, Sammy.’ Sammy blushed, looking away. ‘You shouldn’t. They suck.’ Robbie’s smile softened. ‘I know. I’m sorry. I was just kidding.’ He hugged Sammy close. ‘So, you looking forward to Saturday?’ Sammy smiled. ‘You are, that’s all that matters.’ ‘Don’t be so negative, it’ll be fun.’ Robbie pulled on his bathrobe. ‘Yvana will be there.’ He smirked. Sammy shook his head and looked down. ‘So what?’ ‘So she likes you, is what!’ Robbie laughed. ‘Don’t you think it’s time you started dating?’ ‘Yeah, ’cause girls love guys who wet the bed,’ Sammy mumbled. Robbie sighed. ‘Fine, I won’t push. Still, it’s our eighteenth birthday party. I intend to make sure you have a good time. Okay, little brother?’ ‘You were born five minutes before me,’ Sammy pointed out with a laugh. ‘Still makes me older.’ Robbie laughed too, then left the room. Sammy sighed and began to get dressed. Robbie was always going on about girls, but Sammy had never been able to understand what all the fuss was about. When puberty came and went and Sammy still had no interest in girls, he’d wondered if he might be gay, but boys didn’t really interest him either. When he got off, he didn’t think of anyone in particular; he just thought of getting off. Going downstairs, he found Greg in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and the morning paper. ‘Morning, Dad,’ said Sammy. He received a non-committal grunt in reply. Shrugging, Sammy went over to the fridge and got out some milk for his cereal. He grabbed a bowl and filled it with cornflakes and milk, then sat down at the table. He was halfway through the bowl when Robbie showed up. ‘Morning, Dad,’ he said brightly. ‘Morning,’ said Greg, finally closing the newspaper. ‘I guess I should say happy birthday.’ ‘Thanks,’ said Robbie, smiling. ‘Yeah. Thanks, Dad,’ Sammy mumbled. ‘Here.’ Greg reached into his pocket for his wallet and pulled out a fifty dollar bill. He passed it to Robbie. ‘For both of you, I guess, but you hold onto it, Robert.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Robbie. ‘Thank you.’ ‘Aren’t you gonna say thanks?’ said Greg, glaring at Sammy. ‘Thank you,’ said Sammy. ‘That’s real nice of you, Dad.’ ‘What’s real nice is that I let you both stay here until you finish high school,’ said Greg. ‘That’s what’s real nice. I guess you can stay until Rob goes to college, he’ll get that scholarship. But your useless ass better pay rent over summer, boy, and when Rob goes, you go, whether you go to college or not. So make sure you hold onto that job of yours.’ Sammy lowered his gaze and nodded. Greg rarely called him by name. He always called him ‘boy’ or, to Robbie, ‘your brother’, and to other people he said ‘my other son’. Sammy sometimes wondered if his father even remembered his given name. # ‘Hey.’ Robbie put a hand on Sammy’s shoulder as they left the house. ‘Don’t let him get to you, okay? He’s a jerk.’ ‘He’s right, though,’ said Sammy with a shrug. ‘You’ll get a sports scholarship, but I’ll never be able to afford to go to college.’ ‘Don’t say that,’ said Robbie. ‘There are lots of different scholarships out there. Maybe there’s an arts one. We’ll talk to the guidance counsellor, we’ll figure it all out.’ ‘Yeah, maybe. But whatever else happens, the fact remains that come fall, the two of us will probably be split up.’ ‘Now there’s a depressing thought,’ said Robbie. ‘Not sure how I’ll get through college without you.’ Sammy laughed. ‘You’ll be fine. Maybe I can move with you and become a townie or something, get a job at a gas station. I dunno. Something. ’Cause I can’t stay here.’ ‘Well, we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it,’ said Robbie. ‘Don’t you mean cross it?’ ‘Sure.’ Robbie grinned. ‘We’ll cross it, and then we’ll burn the motherfucker behind us.’ # ‘Are we lost?’ Sammy looked around him. He was walking along a wooded path, and Robbie walked next to him. Robbie took his hand. ‘No, I know where we’re going.’ He smiled. The trees looked so big, and Sammy realised it was because he was small. Six years old, maybe seven. So was Robbie. The sun was setting and Sammy heard a crow caw somewhere in the distance. ‘I’m scared. It’s getting dark.’ Sammy felt his eyes well up with tears. ‘Don’t worry, little brother,’ Robbie said reassuringly. ‘We’re almost home, and I’ll protect you. I promise.’ Sammy nodded, feeling calmer. He continued down the path, hand in hand with his twin. He fidgeted. ‘I gotta pee, Robbie.’ ‘We have to keep walking,’ said Robbie. ‘Just pee in your pants. It’s okay.’ That seemed the most logical solution in the world just then, so Sammy let go and peed his pants. ‘Sammy?’ said Robbie. ‘Mhm?’ ‘Sammy! Dude, wake up!’ Sammy snorted awake. Robbie was shaking him. ‘Huh?’ He blinked, looking around bleary-eyed, and soon realised two things. Firstly, he was in class, and secondly, he was peeing. ‘Oh fuck!’ He covered his face with his hands, flushed deep red, and tried to cut off the flow, but his pants were already soaked and pee was dripping from the chair into a puddle on the floor. He heard whispers around him. ‘Oh, no, no, no!’ he whimpered. ‘What is going on back there?’ the teacher called. ‘Sam’s pissing his pants,’ said Konrad, one of their classmates, failing to contain a snicker. ‘Shut up, Konrad!’ Robbie hissed. ‘Sammy, are you okay?’ Sammy just shook his head. He heard the scraping of a chair and footsteps approaching. ‘Oh dear!’ said the teacher’s voice. ‘Sam, are you all right?’ ‘I’m sorry!’ Sammy’s voice was barely more than a whisper. ‘Robert, take a hall pass,’ the teacher said, ‘and take Sam to go change.’ ‘Yes, Ms. Gillingham,’ said Robbie. ‘Come on, Sammy.’ He took Sammy’s hand, pulling it away from his face. Sammy’s eyes were brimming with tears. His humiliation was complete. He had peed his pants in class on his eighteenth birthday. Robbie pulled him along to his locker so he could retrieve his gym clothes to change into, then took him to a handicap bathroom. He turned his back while Sammy changed. ‘What happened?’ he asked softly. ‘I dunno.’ Sammy sniffed, trying not to break down completely. ‘I . . . I fell asleep and when I woke up I was . . .’ He took a shuddering breath. ‘Fuck . . . how could this happen?’ ‘Hey, calm down. It happens.’ ‘Does it? Oh god, how will I ever face any of them again?’ ‘You’ll face ’em fine,’ said Robbie. ‘They’ll all have forgotten about it by tomorrow.’ Sammy scoffed. ‘Yeah. Sure. A senior in high school pissing his pants in class is totally the kind of thing you forget about the next day.’ ‘They’ll forget about it cause I’ll make them forget about it. All right? Now, just get changed and then go see the nurse. Say you’re not feeling well and need to go home.’ Sammy nodded. ‘Yeah. Okay.’ He sighed. ‘I’ll go back to class, clean up, and get your things. You don’t gotta worry about anything, okay, bro?’ ‘Okay. Thanks, Robbie.’ Robbie gave him a crooked smile and ruffled his hair. ‘What are twins for?’ # Class was nearly over by the time Robbie returned. He’d gone for cleaning supplies so he could clean up Sammy’s mess. He sat in his seat and waited the ten minutes that remained, struggling to focus on what the teacher was saying. When it was over, he started cleaning. ‘Robbie?’ Robbie looked up. ‘Oh. Hey, Yvana. Hey, Cilly.’ ‘Is Sam okay?’ Yvana asked softly. ‘I feel so bad for him.’ ‘Yeah. He wasn’t feeling well so he went home.’ ‘No wonder.’ Yvana bit her lip. ‘I hope he feels better in time for the party. I’d hate for him to miss his own birthday celebration.’ ‘Thanks.’ Robbie smiled. ‘I’m sure he’ll be fine before then. He’s just not been sleeping well.’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ said Cilly. ‘Why not?’ ‘Bad dreams, I think. He doesn’t know that I know.’ ‘Then how do you know?’ Yvana asked. ‘I know everything about him.’ Robbie dropped the pee soaked rag in the bucket and made to go wash his hands. ‘Hey, Robbie?’ Yvana said. Cilly had left, but the blonde remained. ‘If you know everything about him . . . Do you know if he likes me?’ Robbie made a face. ‘That’s the one thing I don’t know. I know you like him, though.’ Another girl might have blushed, but Yvana only grinned. ‘That obvious, am I?’ ‘Only to me,’ said Robbie with a shrug. ‘Will you tell him I said to feel better?’ ‘Of course. I’ll let him know.’ # Sammy was in his bed when Robbie got home. He was wearing a pull-up. He hardly dared anything else, in case he fell asleep and wet himself again. He was awake, though, and looked up at Robbie as he entered. ‘Hey, Sammy.’ Robbie smiled gently. ‘How are you feeling?’ Sammy shrugged and sniffed. ‘Embarrassed. Ashamed. Humiliated. Take your pick.’ ‘It’s not that bad,’ said Robbie. ‘You had an accident. It happens to the best of us.’ ‘Yeah? When was the last time you feel asleep and pissed yourself in class?’ Sammy sighed. ‘I’ve been thinking. I don’t think I should go to the party on Saturday.’ ‘What? Why not?’ ‘It’ll just be awkward. No one’s gonna want me there. Besides . . . They’re all your friends.’ ‘That’s not true.’ Robbie sat down at the edge of the bed. ‘They like you. Everyone wants you to be there. Lots of people came and asked if you were okay and everything.’ ‘They laughed at me,’ Sammy pointed out. Robbie rolled his eyes. ‘Konrad laughed at you, and he’s not invited. I didn’t hear anyone who’s gonna be at the party laughing at you. Some were worried, but no one laughed. Yvana and Cilly came up to me after class to ask if you were okay.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Well, yeah. Yvana wanted to make sure you were still coming to the party. She said to tell you to feel better soon. She still likes you. Plenty of people like you.’ He sighed. ‘But if you don’t want to go, we’ll cancel.’ ‘Cancel?’ ‘Sammy, I’m not celebrating my eighteenth birthday without you. It’s your day too, and I want it to be special.’ ‘What if I’m sick?’ Sammy tried. Robbie laughed. ‘Then there definitely won’t be a party. No way am I gonna celebrate my birthday while the person who shares it is at home sick.’ Sammy felt conflicted. The fact that Robbie would cancel if Sammy couldn’t be there filled him with gratitude and joy, but it also made him feel guilty. How could he ruin Robbie’s birthday party for him like that? He couldn’t let that happen. ‘Okay.’ Sammy tried to smile. ‘I’ll come to the party.’ Robbie’s face broke into a grin. ‘Awesome! I’m so glad. Thanks, Sammy. You’ll have a great time too. I’ll make sure of it.’ Sammy sat up. ‘I have to get ready for work.’ ‘You could call in sick,’ said Robbie. ‘If you’re not up to it.’ Sammy shook his head. ‘I called in last week. You heard Dad. I can’t lose this job.’
  17. The continuation of ... **— Kelli, Present day — ** Damn that map. Damn this corner. Damn her weak bladder. She could feel herself about to lose control AGAIN. She needed to move - now. As a wave of urgency hit her she squeezed her legs tighter and bent halfway over to keep herself in control. It worked, but just barely. There was no flood, but she did feel a little more pee seep out into her already damp panties. “Stand .. Up .. Straight. Now.” She heard his stern words drifting from across the room. There was no mistaking an order. “Sir, might I…” She started to stammer. “Quiet. You know you do not speak in the corner unless spoken to first.” Why had she let herself lose control the other day? Could she really not have waited just a few minutes longer to get to the potty? She had known she was in big trouble as soon as she had seen the incredulous yet very upset seen the look on his face. Damn the map, why was it always the little details that tripped her up? She wanted to feel her pants again to know if he might see, but she didn’t dare move her hands. She could feel his eyes drilling into the back of her neck. She always felt like that when she was in the corner and he was in the same room. She knew he didn’t constantly watch her while in the corner… or did he? She hated not knowing the time. Was it 5 more minutes? 10 more? Perhaps she could manage 5… but… suddenly she felt a stab of pain as her muscles finally gave out. Slowly, and despite her best efforts, the stream started. 1… 2 seconds… she couldn’t stop it. 3… 4 seconds… she felt her panties growing warm and the back of her neck heating up. Was he watching, did he know what was happening inside her pants right now? She imagined her face was a certain shade of crimson and was grateful it was buried in the corner and hopefully for now only she knew of her shame. 5… 6 seconds… “Young lady…” his voice suddenly called out. **—2 days earlier—** **— James—** He watched her lock the door in the rearview mirror. He reached over and opened her door for her as she slid into the seat next to him and smiled. He couldn’t help but see something behind that smile though. What was it that was on her mind. What was she so worried about? “Ready, sweetie?” “Yes, I’ve been looking forward to today for the past month, lets get this show on the road. “I’m sorry for making us late.” “It’s ok dear, if we don’t run into any cops I’ll just make up for it on the drive down.” And they were off. After getting out of local traffic and onto the interstate he took his right hand off the wheel and placed it on her leg. It wasn’t all unusual for him to drive with his hand on her leg but today he swore she flinched for some reason. He wondered again about this morning and if she had truly been able to make it to the potty without losing control. He started to rub her leg slowly and then carefully started to slide his hand deeper in between her legs. Was that a wet spot he felt or his imagination? Had Kelli truly peed her pants this morning? Suddenly Kelli’s fingers were interweaving with his and his hand was being squeezed tightly. “Thank you for today, hon, it means a lot to me.” “You’re welcome, dear. You deserve it.” He squeezed her hand in return but was disappointed he hadn’t been able to go just a little further and confirm his suspicions. He couldn’t do it now that they were holding hands without making it totally obvious what he was up to, and he didn’t want to do that. So for now he would bide his time and wait. Perhaps Kelli would fall asleep as she often did on road trips and he’d have another opportunity to check. He could hope. “Dear, please hand me a water bottle and get one for yourself as well.” He took the water bottle that she offered him and took a sip before placing it in the center console. He saw her take a few swigs from her own. If things went well he’d likely see her squirming in her seat before they arrived. Car trips were one of the few times he didn’t even need an excuse to make her wait. She knew he preferred to drive straight thru and she would sit there and squirm silently, only rarely asking him if it became a true emergency. One of the many things he loved about her. “Why don’t you finish your water then you can take a nap. You looked tired this morning when I got you up.” “Thanks, hon. I wouldn’t mind a little extra sleep.” He watched her finish her water over the next few minutes. She then squeezed his hand tightly and closed her eyes. It couldn’t have been more than five or ten minutes before he heard the steady even breathing that he knew meant she was soundly asleep. He slowly untangled his fingers from hers and gently pushed her hand to the side as he once again rested his hand on her leg where it had originally started earlier. This was the moment of truth. He very slowly slid his hand towards her crotch. There was no mistaking it this time. His hand was now wet. The inside leg of her jeans was wet. He slid he hand as far up as he could without waking her. Unsurprisingly her crotch was wet also. He felt some movement in his own crotch area. He smiled at his girls first real accident in their relationship, but what would she think if she knew he got pleasure from this? If she knew that her almost disaster this morning in the living room was actually a major turn on for him. Would she run away like the other girls had? He let his hand rest on the inside of her damp pants leg for a few minutes longer before slowly sliding it back to the top of her leg which unfortunately was still quite dry. **—Kelli—** Kelli woke up suddenly and yawned. She needed to pee quite badly. Where was she? Ah, yes… the trip to Kings Island. She shifted back and forth in her seat then decided to try crossing her legs. The OJ from this morning was almost certainly resting in her bladder now and the bottle of water from earlier was almost certainly on it’s way. She had no idea how long she’d been asleep but she hoped they were close as she squeezed her legs together tightly. “Thanks for the nap, babe. Where are we?” “Getting close. I’d say another 30 minutes or so and we’ll be to the park.” “Good, I can hardly wait.” It was the truth in so many ways. She hoped he would only hear her excitement about the day ahead and not the tone of concern in her voice… 30 minutes wasn’t that long but she was already feeling full - and her muscles were worn out from the ordeal she’d put them thru this morning. She’d realized she was going to have to be careful not to get herself into trouble today. She hoped restrooms would be plentiful and that permission would be granted quickly. She discretely slid her right hand against the inside of her leg and smiled as she realized her pants were almost dry now. She breathed a sigh of relief. James would never find out about her small accident this morning now. Everything was going to be ok. ///// Everything was NOT ok. In the past 10 minutes Kelli’s need had gone from bad to worse. From discomfort to painfully full. She was not used to things escalating this quickly and was starting to worry that she wouldn’t make it all the way to the park. She could barely sit still and was constantly scissoring her legs in and out… that’s when she wasn’t crossing and uncrossing them. She would have been holding herself if it wasn’t for James setting right beside her. He’d even noticed and asked her if she was ok. She’d just told him she was getting tired of sitting and anxious to arrive and get the day started. She was actually debating mentioning the true depth of her need to James for the very first time in their relationship. As the minutes went by she became more and more certain she couldn’t wait. Even after they arrived they would have to find a parking spot… then walk… or wait for a shuttle… were there even bathrooms near the entrance? She was practically floating and there were far too many unknowns and unanswered questions. She glanced over at the instrument cluster… over a half tank of gas… she glanced down to see a half full water still setting in the center console. So he had plenty to drink and plenty of gas. What possible excuse could she have to stop other than her achingly full bladder? Suddenly she saw the sign for a rest area. 5 miles. Oh my goodness. Here was her salvation, but could she work up the courage to ask him to stop? She opened her mouth then closed it. To stop for a pee break only 20 minutes away from the park sounded like something James’s 3 year old niece might ask for, not his 19 year old girlfriend. Her brain was running a mile a minute. 2 miles. Her bladder was starting to twinge like it would when she walked into a potty and it knew she would be going soon. It was starting to relax. That was a very bad sign. 1 mile. “Sir” “Yes, dear?” “Would… Do you…” She trailed off unsure of what to say. “Dear?” The exit ramp was just ahead but she couldn’t work up the courage to tell him just how bad she had to go. She was going to have to find some way to manage. She would. Her heart sank. The ramp was *right there* but they remained in the same lane. She must wait. She had to. But she feared she couldn’t. Suddenly at the last possible moment James tugged the wheel slightly to the right and the car effortlessly jumped off the interstate onto the exit ramp. The motion caught Kelli off completely guard and a spurt of pee jumped from her bladder into her panties. Were they stopping? “Sir, are we stopping?” She prayed the answer was yes, but she would still need to work up the courage to ask for the little girls room - knowing how close they were to the park. “We are. I had a sudden craving for a Mountain Dew if you can believe that.” That was so like James. She laughed, and immediately regretted it as a larger spurt of pee soaked into her panties. She’d been so silly to think she might possibly be able to wait until the park. She was barely keeping it together now. James pulled the car to a stop near the vending area. “Would you like anything, dear?” “No, I’m ok. Would you mind if I got out and stretched my legs a bit though?” “Certainly” She opened her door then tried to stand and froze. It was even worse than she had thought. Suddenly she was afraid if she even stood she might pee herself then and there. She very slowly inched her way from sitting to standing all the while keeping the tightest leash on her bladder. She was pretty sure the bottle of water was in there now. Suddenly she bent over as another spasm rocked her bladder and another surge of pee escaped into her panties. She barely managed to stand again as James walked back to the car. “I thought you were going to stretch your legs, dear?” “I was. I mean I am.” She stammered. “Actually… … would you mind if I popped into the little girls room quickly, Sir?” She breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she finished the question. She loved James’s being in control of their relationship. It was so freeing to trust his direction and guidance and not struggle over decisions herself. She knew that if his answer was no the entire day was likely to be ruined soon, but perhaps his answer would be yes. It was liberating just to know it was no longer her decision. Whatever he decided is how it would be - and she would find a way to live with it, regardless of the answer. She suddenly realized he was looking at her quizzically. “You know we’re only 15 minutes away from the park, dear?” “I just thought…” What was she thinking exactly, other than the fact that she was about to soak her pants even worse than this morning? “…I just thought if I went now it would save us time at the park. We could get straight to the fun without having to worry about maybe finding me a potty” She was proud of herself. She thought that sounded quite reasonable and grown up of her. “Hmmmm…” She suddenly realized he was looking at her across the top of the car… which meant he couldn’t anything see below her breasts. She plunged her right hand into her crotch and pushed as hard as she could and smiled as she felt the pressure ease up just a bit. Great, now if she could just leave her hand there she might actually be able to make it to the restroom. She could imagine the wheels turning behind his eyes. If he knew her predicament *surely* he would send her potty without hesitation. Unfortunately, she was not about to inform him. She crossed her legs tightly and hoped his answer would be “yes”. **— James —** James was thinking hard. He could *clearly* see Kelli’s predicament and the last place he wanted to send her was the little girls room. Realizing he was staring at her across the roof of his car he quickly took the opportunity to adjust his shorts slightly so it would be harder for her to see how turned on he was right now. Not that she was looking. She obviously had other things on her mind. What if he said no? It was obvious she was at the end of her rope. He’d be very surprised if she made it another 5 miles down the road much less all the way to Kings Island. He wasn’t even sure she could make it to the toilets in her current state. In the end it was his car that broke the tie. He’d just gotten it detailed and suddenly realized that the full contents of Kelli’s bladder spilling out into his leather seats and then onto the floor probably wasn’t quite as exciting as it sounded by the time you figured the potential cost of the cleanup. “Yes, you may go potty.” He saw the look of worry on her face slowly replaced by a smile… but almost as quickly the worry returned. Now he could see the gears turning in her mind. He imagined she was trying to figure out how to get between the car and the potties without disgracing herself and without making it obvious to the world she was about to wet her pants. She obviously needed a bit of motivation. “We don’t have all day, dear”. “Of course, sorry Sir”. She turned away from him and slowly started walking toward the potties. He wasn’t sure how much attention most people paid to such things but it was obvious to him she was desperate. She was waddling almost like a duck would. And if he wasn’t mistaken she had her hand pressed between her legs holding herself as well. He watched his girlfriend with fascination. The closer she got to the building the faster she seemed to waddle until she disappeared inside and he could no longer see her. He took a seat in the car. The only thing to do now was wait. **— Kelli —** The last thing Kelli could do was wait. She was walking slowly with both legs squeezed together and with her hand pressed tight between her legs. At least James couldn’t see her holding herself. The closer she got to the building, the greater the frequency and strength of the painful spasms from her bladder. Finally, she was in front of the glass entry doors. She yanked open the right door and stepped quickly into the small building - completely unprepared for the frigid cold AC that immediately hit her. **— Kelli, Present day —** Her pee was gushing out and she could not control it. 5… 6… 7 seconds… she could feel the hot pee running down the inside of her thigh. “Young lady…” his voice suddenly called out. She was startled. Did he know? Had he heard somehow. She had been unable to control herself yet her body responded to his voice. Her sphincter slammed shut briefly stopping the flow of urine. She tried to imagine a way out of this. Perhaps if corner time was over she could ask to go potty and change into her pajamas for bed. She could put her wet clothes in the wash and do laundry first thing tomorrow. She struggled to think of how she might keep him from finding out. She was so afraid of losing him. What would he think of her in wet pants again. The second time in only a few days. “Yes, Sir?” she answered him weakly without moving. “Your corner time is over now, dear. Tell me what have you learned.” She swallowed hard and tried to will her face to return to a normal shade as she turned to face him. She unclasped her hands and slid them a bit further down her ass. Was that a wet spot she felt? God, was her entire butt wet? “That big girls always find a way to hold it and do not pee their pants like little girls, Sir”. Even as she was speaking her soggy, overly warm panties reminded her that she had not been much of a big girl lately; and the sharp pain in her bladder reminded her that things were about to get much much worse, and very soon. “And next time what will you do, young lady?” “I will hold it like a big girl, Sir” Her shaking voice was about to give her her away. She tried to remain calm. “Sir, may your girl please go potty and change into her pajamas before bedtime?” “Yes, you may…” She squeezed her legs together tightly and tried to figure out how she could possibly limp towards the bedroom without making it clear how insanely desperate she was. His next words sent a CHILL down her spine. “… but first come snuggle with me on my lap for just a bit, dear.”
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