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  1. My Day Spa Turns Into a Nightmare By: Heather23 Chapter 1 - Introduction By now most of you probably know me as this is the 5th story I have posted on my interesting life as a diaper slave. My name is Kim and I am married to Chris. We both like to experiment sexually and many times that means there is a diaper slave theme to our play. I have turned the tables on Chris and tricked him into being my slave, but he has a way of getting even. My recent adventure was one of those times where Chris got even and I have been instructed to share the adventure with you. Why Chris wanted to get even and punish me is not that important. However, it revolved around a silly argument on where we would spend our next vacation. At the time of our little spat, I thought I had won and that Chris was (reluctantly) agreeing to take me to a spa in California. I didn't have any idea at the time that this was not just any ordinary spa and that Chris had this trip in the works for some time. Chapter 2 - We depart for Sunny California & Arrive at the Spa The day we departed on our trip I still had no idea that Chris was playing a real trick on me. I was so excited to be going to the resort and enjoying the spa that I was oblivious to everything else. Often we bring some baby clothes or bondage items on our trips so we can role play, but Chris didn't bring anything this time and it never registered with me that anything was out of the ordinary. I had no idea that Chris had something up his sleeve. We arrived in Southern California, got our rental car, and headed for the spa. After a fairly lengthy drive we arrived at a very large, nice house. It looked like a quaint bed and breakfast type of inn. Chris grabbed our bags and we headed for the front door. I rang the door and a young woman answered and let us in. This was my first clue that this may not be an ordinary bed and breakfast establishment. The girl was wearing a maid's outfit, but one you might see more in a men's magazine than at an inn. It appeared to be made out of a vinyl material because it was very shiny. It was also very noticeably short and when she turned to show us in, I could clearly see her ruffled panties peaking out from under the outfit. I looked over at Chris and gave him "my look." He just smiled. What was in store for me? We followed the girl to a study. She asked us if we wanted something to drink and served us two ice teas. The girl never left the room so I really couldn't ask Chris what was going on. After a short wait, another woman entered the room and it appeared she was a person of authority. The maid curtsied to the woman when she entered. Strange again, I thought to myself. The woman introduced herself as Madam Nicole and was the owner of the inn. We both introduced ourselves and then she said that she had been expecting us. Nicole started the conversation by asking: "Does Kim know why she is here today?" "No," Chris replied. "Good...I find it best when a new person is brought to our "spa," that she finds out for herself how nice our services and accommodations really are." Nicole went on, "there are some formalities to take care of and then we will start the spa treatments as you requested." At no time did she really even talk to me. All of her attention and conversation was directed to Chris and I thought it was a bit rude on her part. Nicole had us sit down in front of her desk and she pulled out a file. Nicole began to discuss some details with Chris. "I see that you requested a 5 day spa package for Kim." "Yes," Chris answered. "I also see we have received payment so all I need is to have you both sign the release papers." "Release papers?" I asked. "It is just a formality, dear." "We can never be too sure who we are caring for in this litigious society we are in and it is best that we get your signatures so we can provide you with the very best service." The release stated that the Inn would be held harmless to all kinds of legal mumble jumble. It did state that once the treatments began, then they would continue without interruption until the end of the person's prescribed stay. Chris signed the papers and I reluctantly put my signature on the forms as well. "Very good," Nicole stated. "We can now take very good care of your little Kimberly during her visit." I started to sense that Chris would not be staying at the inn and that was confirmed to me when Chris got up to leave. Nicole stated that she would be right back and walked Chris out of the room. I took the chance to ask the maid some questions, but she would not answer me. Finally she stated, "Madam Nicole does not allowed me to talk to her guests unless she gives me permission." OK, what did I get myself into? Chapter 3 - I am introduced to my new quarters and house rules Madam Nicole came back to the study almost immediately. The maid again curtsied when Nicole came into the room. I just sat there waiting to see what was in store for me next. I didn't have to wait long. "I see Kimberly, that you are a really beautiful girl." "Chris said that you were." "He also said that you had a behavior problem and had to get your own way." I disagreed with her assessment. "According to Chris, you demanded a spa vacation and wanted to be pampered." "Chris said that his desire for a trip to Alaska was ignored by you." I was going to argue my point, but realized that it was pointless. "First things first," Nicole said. Nicole introduced me to her maid, Emily. She then asked Emily to bring a pair of mittens for me to try on. "Chris told me that the two of you have acted out some fantasies in the past and that you might enjoy a little role playing," Nicole said. "Actually, role playing is part of your spa treatments," she added. "Here, slip your hands into these mittens," Nicole said with authority. Why I did it, I will never know, but I slipped my hands into the waiting mittens like I was told. The outside of the mittens were made of leather and dyed a pretty light blue color. As the mittens were pushed onto my hands, I was forced to form a fist in order that the mittens could fully slip over my hands. Each fist felt like it was incased in a hard plastic ball, concealed under the blue leather mittens. I tried to move my fingers, but couldn't get them to move encased as they were. The whole process happened so quickly, but Emily held my hands out while Madam Nicole took a small, odd shaped tool and tightened a small bolt on the mitten at my wrist. As she turned the small bolt, I could feel a soft band tightening inside the mitten around my wrist. Nicole checked to make sure the mitten wasn't going to come off by pulling on it. I tried to struggle some, but I immediately stopped when Nicole, without warning, slapped me across my face. "You, little Kimberly, have a lot to learn in 5 days!" I stopped my struggles. She took her time and inserted the tool into the other mitten and tightened it around my wrist as well. I looked down at the leather mittens and they looked like two round leather balls hiding my hands. "Very good, Kim, you will wear these mittens during the beginning of your training." "You will not be able to do much for yourself, but then you wanted to be 'pampered,' didn't you," she said with a sarcastic grin. "It is time to go over a few house rules." <dir> <dir> "Kim, you will be here 5 days. You signed a contract for 5 days and I am obligated to keep you here the full time. It is useless to ask to leave. Any request will have to be ignored or I will not be living up to the agreement that you and Chris signed. You are not allowed to ask questions and in fact can not speak unless spoken to first. Every, and I mean EVERY, infraction of the rules will be dealt with in the strictest manner. Further, it goes without saying, but every command I give you will be followed without the slightest hesitation on your part. Chris asked that we ensure your sexual purity while you are in our care and we will abide by his wishes. If I think you have touched yourself in a sexual manner, you will be punished. The mittens secured on your hands will help you refrain from touching yourself and you may even like the fact that the mittens will keep you from testing the sexual purity rules. Your "spa treatments" will help you be a better wife to Chris. You wanted "spa treatments" and we will grant you your request. Our spa treatments are quite different from what you may be imagining and are designed to have you learn obedience. I have learned from past guests that by bringing them back to their days of childhood, allows me to teach or retrain them to be the perfect mate. Some of this will come easy to you and at other times we may have to "encourage" your progress. It will serve you best if you are a quick learner and to not cause yourself any extra "spa treatments." The "spa" as you like to call it will be introduced to you shortly. Now, enough of the pleasant chat, it is time to get down to business. Kim, remove your jeans! Oh silly me, you can't with your hands bundled the way they are. I guess we are going to have to do everything for you while you are relearning how to be an obedient wife. Emily, I want you to take Kim up to her "spa" room and dress her appropriately for her stay. </dir> </dir> With that command, Emily came over to me and asked me to lower my head. I felt a leather collar being secured around my neck. She then took a lead and snapped it shut to the ring on the collar. Nicole had more instruction: "Kim, you will call me Madam Nicole or master during your stay." "Now Emily, dear, lead our new guest to her "spa room." I felt a slight tug on the leash and instinctively followed Emily from the study. I reached back to try and touch the buckle on my collar, but the mittens prevented me from doing even the most simplest of tasks. I followed Emily, but felt quite sure that the time would come for my escape. I just had to wait for that perfect opportunity. Chapter 4 - My Spa room was a surprise! I continued to follow Emily up the stairs and then eventually down a hall until we stopped at one of the doors. The door had a glass window. I peered inside and almost fell over with disbelief. I was staring directly into a nursery! My spa room was actually a baby's nursery! My nursery! I pulled away from Emily, but I was easily controlled by the leash held firm in her hand. A sharp tug made me gag and my compliance was immediate. Emily demanded: "Get down on all fours as this is the only way for you to enter your new home!" "I want you to crawl into your nursery!" I got down into a crawling position, but did not budge when she opened the nursery door. Again, she pulled hard on the leash and I was powerless to resist. "Madam Nicole will not like the fact that you have been so disobedient." "You don't know how bad she can make it during your stay so I would suggest that you listen to my commands." The constant tugging on the leash directed me, crawling, into the middle of the room. If I was giving out compliments to a new mother, I would tell her how sweet and beautiful the nursery looked. It was decorated to the hilt. The theme was little animals and the color scheme was the same baby blue on my leather mittens. It was adorable, but also so frightening knowing that this was to be my home for the next 5 days. Chris and I had played numerous baby games, but this was taking our games to a whole new level. It was so realistic, so scary, and yet, so exciting. Emily instructed me further: "I need to get you dressed appropriately for your stay." Madam Nicole has selected some clothes for you to wear." "First, we need to get you out of your clothes and give you a bath after your long day of traveling." I was cooperating, but always looking for a chance to escape. Emily instructed me to lay down on the floor. She reached down and undid my jeans and pulled them from my body. I felt awkward to say the least. It got worse. She then pulled my panties off and teased me by saying goodbye to my "big-girl" panties. With the mittens in place, Emily actually had to cut my shirt from my body and remove my bra. I was totally nude except for the leather mittens, collar, and that awful leash. There was a bathroom attached to the nursery and Emily ran a bath. She never let go of my leash and seemed to enjoy the power she had over me. Once the bath was full, she had me sit in it and she washed me from head to toe. I had to keep my hands in the air so as not to get the leather mittens wet. She left me in the bath, but only after securing the leash to the faucet mechanism. I found it so frustrating. With the leather mittens in place, I was useless to do anything but sit in the tub and be a good girl. It wasn't long before Emily came back to get me from the tub. Emily once again directed me by tugging at my leash. I started to walk from the bathroom, but was pulled sharply down into the crawling position. "Madam Nicole wants you to learn to crawl before you walk..." This was truly an amazing nursery. I was able to concentrate a little better after the initial shock of seeing my nursery. The furniture was bigger than actual baby furniture, but it looked exactly the same. The crib had the traditional white bars. There was a rather long changing table with cabinets and shelves under it. The shelves were piled with all sorts of diapers, both cloth and disposable. I didn't see much in the way of clothing, but I was quite sure that the cabinets contained my new wardrobe. With a prompting from Emily, I was instructed to get up on the large changing table. I did as I was told. I laid down on my back and could feel the plastic sheet under me. Emily didn't ask me to do anything. She simply grabbed each leather bound hand and secured them over my head with the restraints attached to the table. I thought that this was an enormous amount of precaution given the fact that my hands were already useless to me encased in the bondage mittens. My ankles were also secured to the changing table by restraints. I was totally helpless and feeling it too. Next, Emily strapped my thighs to the table with more restraints. I learned why she wanted me so immobilized when she began to lather my most intimate region for a shave. This wasn't a first for me, but it still was quite a frightening ordeal to be shaved in this manner. Emily finished her task and seemed to take pride in her work. I couldn't see anything the way I was lying on my back, but felt her rub my now smooth skin. It felt nice, but she was not about to make it feel too good and bring me sexual relief. I was certain that my clothes were going to be baby clothes and I was not wrong. "Kim, I am now going to diaper you." "Madam instructed me to put you in a disposable diaper and plastic pants so I selected a thick, night-time diaper and blue plastic pants." "Madam will be pleased that you are dressed to match your bondage mittens." My leg and thigh restraints were removed. "Now raise your bottom for me so that I can slide this diaper under you." I thought I had little choice and complied with her request. It felt so strange to have another woman diaper me. Emily was meticulous with her work. She pulled the diaper up between my legs and secured the tabs. The diaper was extremely thick. She then shook out a pair of plastic panties and worked them over my diaper until they were in place. "Now if baby Kimberly needs to wet, she has a nice diaper to protect her." I was mortified by her remark. I was also scarred with the realization that diapers would be a part of my spa treatments. Some spa treatments I thought, but did not dare to complain. Emily selected a plastic romper for me to wear in the same baby blue color. There were little circus animals on it as well. The bottom half of the romper fit like another pair of plastic pants, but had snaps in the crotch between my legs. The top half of the romper fit much like a bib in front, but was bare in the back. She kept the awful collar and leash on me and of course the mittens stayed in place too. There was a mirror in the room and for the first time I could see my transformation. I was dressed exactly like a little baby girl. Emily added some bows to my hair and my transformation was complete. I shuddered to see the baby in the mirror and know that baby was me. "Now it is time for you to see Madam Nicole," Emily said. With a tug of my leash, I followed Emily; crawling as quickly as I could to keep pace. Chapter 5 - My inspection and more rules My crawling ended at the master bedroom door where Emily knocked to let Madam Nicole know of our arrival. Madam instructed us to enter her room. I was led by Emily and her firm grip on my leash to a large playpen in the middle of the room. With some help, I was placed in the oversized playpen. There was a toddler's harness in the playpen and Emily attached it around my body so that it fit firmly around my chest. She took the leash that was attached to my collar and attached it to the harness. There was no need for my collar and it was removed. Madam came over to the playpen and attached the loose end of the leash to a metal ring at the center of the playpen. I felt so helpless looking up at the two women. I was now secured by a simple child's restraint, but had no way to remove it with those awful mittens in place. I was a prisoner in a stupid playpen. "I see my little Kimberly looks like she has been dressed appropriately for her stay at the 'spa,' Madam Nicole snickered. "You look so nice in your little plastic romper." "The bows in your hair are also a very nice touch...good job Emily." "And maybe most importantly, I see that you are now wearing a rather large diaper between your legs." "I hope you appreciate all the hard work Emily did to get you prepared for your stay." "I must inform you of more rules..." <dir> <dir> "You, my little Kimberly, will be kept as a baby for your entire stay at our lovely "spa." That means that you will be kept in a snug diaper throughout the day and all through the night. You will be trained during your stay to wet or possibly even mess your diaper on command. Your diaper is to remain dry until I tell you that you can wet it. You will not be allowed to wet or mess until you have my permission. Either I will check your diaper or Emily will check it to make sure that you are complying with this rule. Understood? (I nodded yes) Whenever you hear the nursery rhyme, Mary Had a Little Lamb, that will be your queue to wet your diaper. As soon as you hear this nursery rhyme, you will wet your diaper. Understood? (Again, I shook my head yes.) I don't care where you are or what you are doing, when you hear the song, you will wet yourself. Over time this song will trigger a strong response in you that you need to pee. On the contrary, if you hear the song and you don't immediately wet your diaper, there will be consequences for my little baby girl. Another rule is that you will immediately finish all of your baby bottles and baby food when it's given to you. I want to make sure baby isn't dehydrated. You will be given bottles throughout the day and you will even receive a bottle or two at night. You will be able to hold a baby bottle to your mouth with your mittens on, so for now the mittens will stay put. You will also be required to suck on a baby pacifier, but not just any ordinary one. Emily, please put little Kimberly's pacifier in place. </dir> </dir> Emily approached me with a large pacifier and pushed it into my mouth. There were straps attached to the pacifier that Emily secured behind my head. I tried to push the pacifier out of my mouth with my tongue. Both women knew what I was attempting to do and laughed at my clumsy effort. "Kim, you can try all you want to remove the pacifier, but I think you will find the straps to be most effective. With that, Madam Nicole produced my first baby bottle. I wasn't sure how I was suppose to drink it with the enormous pacifier in my mouth. What I learned next was truly amazing. Madam took the baby bottle and pushed the bottle's nipple directly into the corresponding hole in my pacifier. "Now Kim, I want you to hold the bottle the best you can and suck on your pacifier." "If you are doing it right, you should feel the warm milk flowing through your pacifier and down your throat." I did as I was told and indeed started to drink from the bottle. I wanted to stop drinking, but Madam reminded me that I was to finish my bottles in order to be a good girl. "Stay put in your playpen while Madam Nicole and Emily attend to some things." "Don't leave your playpen little girl and don't wet your diaper unless you hear Mary Had a Little Lamb." I was left to finish my bottle and contemplate my predicament. Leave the playpen I thought? Surely they were kidding, but I had to give it a try. I finished my baby bottle, set it down, and decided to test the strength and security of the baby harness. The slack in the harness's leash allowed me to get to the edge of the playpen. I pulled hard on the leash, but it was not going to come lose from where it was bolted at the center of the playpen. I was frustrated. I was securely bound. I was diapered and I was beginning to feel the need to pee. Chapter 6 - My diaper check <dir> <dir> </dir> </dir> I thought either Emily or Madam would be back to check on me, but it wasn't happening. My urge to pee kept growing. I didn't know what would happen if I peed without the silly song as my queue, but I also didn't want to find out what these women were capable of doing to a misbehaving girl. The more I tried to put my need to pee out of my mind, the worse it got. I finally laid down on my stomach and squirmed uncontrollably on the floor of the playpen. I must have been a sight to see...a grown woman, dressed in a plastic romper and diaper trying desperately not to wet herself. My pee didn't start slowly. It seemed to erupt out of my bladder and shoot into my waiting diaper. I continued to wiggle around on my stomach as my diaper quickly warmed from the wetness of my pee. Once I started peeing, I could not stop. The warmth and wetness filled my entire diaper and my wiggling was bringing a mounting sexual feeling between my legs. I was embarrassed and sexually charged at the same time. Maybe the women were watching all along, but it seemed coincidental that they entered the room just as I finished wetting my diaper. "Was Kim a good girl while we were gone?" Madam Nicole asked. "I see that Kim stayed in her playpen as she was told," Emily added. "It looks as if you finished your bottle too, just like a good girl," said Madam. I laid in my wetness knowing what was likely to happen next and unfortunately I was right. "Time to check baby's diaper," said Madam. Emily reached down the back of my romper and placed her hand directly down my plastic pants and into my diaper. "I must report that baby Kimberly has wet her diaper," stated Emily. "I see...it appears that baby can not follow the simplest of rules," said Madam. "Maybe it was a bit too much to ask of a new baby who is not yet diaper trained." I laid in silence wondering what would happen next and cursing my husband who left me to these two women and their bizarre training techniques. Chapter 7 - My first punishment Madam Nicole took charge of telling me what my punishment would be. "First, you will be sent to bed without your usual dinner." "Oh forget it!" "You are going to experience your punishment soon enough...I don't need to give you all the details upfront...it should be more 'fun' for you if you learn firsthand your punishment." "Suffice it to say, you won't be disappointed." I didn't like Madam's sinister way she communicated my early departure to bed. It was Emily's job to get me ready for bed. I was lead back to the nursery; crawling with the stupid child harness directing my path. Oh how I wanted to bolt, but I still had to wait for my opportunity. Being led by a child harness secured to my body, and my hands useless in the bondage mittens, hardly seemed like an opportunity for an escape. I remain frustrated, but determined. Back in the nursery, Emily took charge to get me ready for bed. I once again found myself strapped to the changing table. I was placed in the most humiliating position, on my back, with my knees bent, and my private area fully exposed. Emily did a nice job of powdering my private area and her gentle rubbing of powder into my skin felt incredible. Unfortunately for me, she was not intent on letting me find sexual relief. Unexpectedly, I felt Emily pushing her little finger, coated with petroleum jelly, deep into my back entrance. The feeling of her messaging my ass was incredible. Unfortunately, she abruptly stopped this motion too. She withdrew her finger and I could feel something else pushing on my back entrance. Emily slid something into my asshole. My body tried to expel the new intruder, but Emily quickly pulled a diaper up between my legs and taped it shut. Whatever was in my backside was going to stay put now. Emily continued the diapering process. She carefully cut several slits in the diaper I was wearing. She then put another fresh diaper over the one she just perforated. I was double diapered. I fully expected that she would place me in plastic panties, but she was not done diapering me yet. Again, Emily placed slits in the outermost diaper and then securely taped a third diaper around my bottom. Wow, three diapers! Chris never took those precautions before. On the third diaper she placed packing tape over the tabs to ensure they would not open. Emily asked me to raise my bottom off the table and she proceeded to wrap packing tape completely around the waist of my diaper. This diaper was now very securely in place for the night. Emily produced a pair of large rubber baby pants and pulled them up my legs. I was then released from the table so that Emily could put a pair of one-piece pajamas (complete with the attached footsies) on me. I was instructed to move to the crib and I waddled over the best I could with the extreme bulk between my legs. I stumbled into the crib and Emily put up the side bars. She then swung a barred lid over the top of the crib and locked it in place. In essence I was confined in a baby cage with white bars surrounding me. The pacifier and mittens were not removed from me, much to my chagrin. Madam Nicole entered the room to check Emily's work and to wish me a goodnight sleep. "So if it isn't my little baby in training all tucked into her nice crib for the night," Madam Nicole teased. I was watching Nicole through the bars to see what she was doing. She hung a large clear bag full of fluid at my bedside. The bag looked like something you would see hanging next to a hospital bed. The tube running from the bag was inserted to the front of my pacifier and I could immediately feel fluid running to the back of my throat. Madam began her bedtime speech: <dir> <dir> "Let me tell my newest baby how we deal with bad little babies here. If I remember right, baby Kim could not hold her pee-pee and wet her diaper before it was OK. So now baby Kim has to endure an early bedtime. If you were wondering what Emily placed in your bottom, it will become apparent to you shortly. It takes a little time for the suppositories to work. You should feel a little grumbling in your lower stomach area alerting you that they are working. Make sure you ignore these feelings or you may not be able to sleep sound. That would be such a shame, wouldn't you agree? Also, you will be glad to know that you will be getting plenty of fluids tonight as the bag outside your crib slowly drips it's contents into your throat. Make sure you empty the bag by drinking every drop. The sooner you drink it up, the sooner you will be able to fall asleep. Sometime tonight you will hear the nursery rhyme letting you know that it is OK to go potty. Since I don't want to disturb your rest tonight by removing you from your crib, please feel free to use your diapers. You showed me earlier today that you already know how to use your diapers so it shouldn't be hard. This time I want you to show me that you can wait until the magic nursery rhyme is played before going potty in your diaper. Can my little baby do that for me?" </dir> </dir> I was upset, but had to lay there and take it. The pacifier and constant dripping of water at the back of my throat kept me quiet. I was also extremely worried about the suppositories resting in my bottom. That was a dirty trick, no pun intended. I was wondering...How long would it take before my bodily functions took over? Could I wait until the dumb nursery rhyme played? Peeing in a diaper is humiliating, but pooping in a diaper? How in the world could I endure the next few hours? In the end, would they come and change me, or leave me all night to lay in my mess? This was punishment. I had to escape. The two women left the nursery and I pushed on the bars of the crib in a desperate attempt to get out of my baby cage. The bars held secure and I looked up through the bars waiting for my body to react. Chapter 8 - I'm in agony I couldn't sleep, but I was sure that was all part of the punishment plan. I couldn't stop thinking that I was in a baby's crib waiting to fill a diaper, my diaper. The intense feelings came just as Madam Nicole told me they would. My stomach and bowels were building with pressure. Oh how I would have given anything to sit on a toilet and let myself explode. I had finished the large bag of fluid and that too was causing me problems. Between my full bladder and the need to poop, I was in agony. There I was, laying flat on my back and waiting to hear a nursery rhyme to set things in motion. Could I wait this time? I was starting to toss and turn to relieve my discomfort. It really didn't help, but it gave me something to concentrate on other than filling my diapers. At that moment the lights to the nursery came on and Madam Nicole reappeared with her little maid servant, Emily. "Time for a diaper check, roll over for inspection!" I did as I was told, but was in obvious discomfort. I laid on my stomach as instructed. I felt the zipper on the back of my pajamas being pulled open. When it was pulled open to my waist, I felt what I presumed was Emily's hand reaching down into the multiple layers of diapers to see if I had remained dry. How embarrassing. "She is dry," came Emily's response. "Good, then zipper her back up and lock her crib again." "We don't want any wandering children in the house..." The two women left me once again to wait my ultimate punishment. Finally, when I thought it was hopeless to hold out any longer, the nursery rhyme, Mary Had a Little Lamb played throughout my nursery. It was safe to use my diaper. Matter of fact, I was commanded to use my diaper whenever the song played. I raised my butt off of the plastic crib sheet and gave a slight push. My bottom exploded as I felt a warm, horrible mush erupt into my diaper. I was thoroughly disgusted, but so relieved that I didn't care. Almost at the same time my bladder emptied, and emptied, and emptied. I was so glad I had on three diapers and rubber baby pants. I was going to need it. The smell hit me next. I was disgusted by the smell of my diaper. It was awful. I cried. I obviously couldn't hold my butt in the air forever and had the added humiliation of lowering my bottom into the full diaper. Now I really couldn't sleep and laid awake for what seemed to be another hour, hoping for the two women to reappear and change my diaper. When that wasn't going to happen, I somehow drifted off to sleep. I was awoken by the sound of Mary Had a Little Lamb, and found myself needing to pee so I added to my diaper in disgust. Now I was really wet, really smelly, and totally disgusting. The two women reappeared and had all kinds of sarcastic remarks: "Gee it smells in here...did baby go poo-poo in her diaper?" "Maybe this baby should have gotten out of her crib and used the big girl potty instead of her diaper." They were laughing at my expense. Their punishment worked and we all knew it. I was going to have to follow their rules or escape. I didn't see any other options. I couldn't endure another night of hell. The details may not be all that important, but I was taken to the shower. My arms were raised over my head and my hands were attached to manacles hanging in the shower stall. Once secured, Emily removed my bondage mittens. It felt so incredible to stretch out my cramped fingers. The soiled diapers were cut from my body and fell to the bottom of the shower stall with a thump. Emily washed my body thoroughly and removed the pacifier that had been strapped in my mouth. I was clean and in much better spirits. Chapter 9 - My training intensifies My shower was complete, but to my dismay, the bondage mittens were secured before Emily released my hands from the manacles. These women took no chances. There was always some kind of bondage holding me captive. Next, I was dressed in a disposable diaper and a sun dress for the morning. I crawled down to the kitchen and was helped into a high chair for my morning breakfast. A safety strap was placed around my waist and I could hear the distinct sound of a lock being snapped shut behind me. I presumed that I was locked in the high chair. The mittens were removed and a breakfast consisting of warm cereal was placed in front of me. Bottles were given to me on a regular basis so my need to pee was virtually constant. The sun dress was so short that when I sat in the high chair my diaper was in plain view. I couldn't see it because of the tray attached to the high chair, but anyone in the room would know that I was diapered. The nursery rhyme once again played and I immediately felt an extreme need to pee. I didn't want any more punishments so I released my pee into my diaper. It was actually a pleasurable feeling to be able to find relief and feel the sensation of wetness expanding through my diaper. Madam Nicole looked down at my diaper and smiled. "I see baby Kim's wetness indicator has turned blue...very good girl." "Emily, give Baby Kim one of those baby cookies as a treat." I smiled at this small act of kindness. After breakfast I received a diaper change, but this time I was put into cloth diapers and plastic panties. I was left in my sun dress and the horrible bondage mittens remained on my hands as did the pacifier in my mouth. I was so tired from the night before that when Madam said I was being put down for a morning nap I was glad. I was again locked in my crib and left with a bottle to finish. Emily put head phones over my ears because she said that it would help me sleep. I fell asleep instantly. I wasn't sure how long I had been sleeping when I heard the nursery rhyme telling me to wet my diaper. The strange thing was I wasn't sure if it was the song that woke me or the fact that I felt my cloth diaper getting wet that woke me. The two things seemed to happen simultaneously. I was being conditioned like one of Pavlov's dogs! Actually, it was pretty amazing. I wondered if I was somehow being hypnotized during my sleep to wet on command. Emily eventually came to get me out of my crib and took me directly to the changing table. Things were starting to become somewhat routine, if you consider being treated as a baby girl routine! I was secured to the changing table and went through the usual cleaning, powdering, etc. What wasn't routine was that Emily again greased my bottom hole with her finger. I panicked, but she told me there would be no suppositories unless I "earned" another punishment. She produced a small slender dildo and slipped it up my backside. I was so greased up that it slid right in. Emily pulled the diaper up between my legs and this helped to keep the dildo in place for the time being. "Madam Nicole wanted me to place a dildo in your rear as a little reward for your better behavior." I thought to myself...reward? Emily completed my outfit with very tight fitting rubber panties and a short belly shirt. She explained that the rubber panties would keep my diaper tight, the dildo in place, and add to my enjoyment. My enjoyment, I again wondered? Still in the mittens, Emily put me back into the toddler harness and led me downstairs at the end of a leash attached to the back of the harness. I learned how toddlers feel when they are kept in tow this way. If I moved in the wrong direction, I was immediately pulled and directed in the way my handler, Emily, wanted me to go. I felt like such a little child and was kept under the strictest control at all times. I was very aware of my backdoor intruder. Every time I took a step, the dildo also moved. My muscles would instinctively try to repel the dildo, but the tight rubber panties would push it right back in place. This caused the dildo to move in and out and to my surprise was very pleasurable. We came into a room where Madam Nicole was reading. She looked up at me and told Emily to place me in a makeshift bouncy chair. It was nothing more than a swing made out of thick rubber straps suspended from the ceiling. It took both of them to help me get situated on the swing. I looked down at the swing. Basically it was a large rubber strap that fit between my legs and was suspended from the ceiling. Another rubber strap fit around my waist. In essence it was like a baby swing that you might see in any park. I was instructed to jump up and down much like an infant would use a bouncy chair. Madam Nicole was afraid that I might fall out of the sling so my hands were secured above my head. As soon as I sat down on the rubber strap it pushed the dildo way up my butt. The swing, the bouncing motion, the tight rubber panties, and of course the dildo were all bringing some unbelievable pleasure to my backside. I had never felt such a pleasurable feeling coming from deep inside my butt and was pleasantly surprised. I kept a very steady jumping pace and my excitement really started to build. I actually thought that I could come if allowed to continue. It was at that moment that the nursery rhyme played and I found myself peeing into my diaper. Everything was a blur to me. I was feeling sensations from my wetting, and the dildo just became too much for me. I screamed out as I climaxed and was glad my hands were secured above me or I would have fallen out of the swing. I was still trying to get my composure back when Madam Nicole started to yell at me. "You little slut." "I let you wear a little dildo for some pleasure and you have to go and ride it for a big O!" "You have violated the 'stay pure' rule and you WILL be punished." "Emily, get my riding crop." Before I knew what was happening, the swing was removed from between my legs, but my hands remained tied above my head. Nicole pulled down my rubber panties and slid my diaper down my legs. The dildo was still up my backside. Nicole made the following demand, "I am going to whip your bottom with my riding crop for breaking the rules." "If you expel the dildo while I am whipping you, you will receive further punishments." "Understand, little girl?" I nodded yes, but already my tears were falling. Madam Nicole started on my bottom with her little whip. With each blow I would jump and cry out in pain. I was not able to concentrate on keeping the dildo in me with her whipping my butt. After receiving 5 blows, my muscles simply pushed the dildo out and it actually seemed to shoot out of my greased bottom. Nicole picked up the intruder and put it to my face. My smell on the dildo was quite evident. She instructed me to kiss it and after I did she threw it on the floor. "Girl, I am not done with you!" "Chris would not appreciate me returning his wife to him as a little butt ranger, now would he?" I tried to nod "yes" the best I could. Nicole undid my wrist restraints and placed me over her knee in the traditional spanking position. My diaper was still around my ankles. Nicole used her own hand to spank me and she was relentless. I was crying and wiggling to get out of the way, but each spanking stung my butt. Finally, Nicole tired of spanking me and pushed me to the floor. "I want little Kimberly to crawl over to the dildo and bring it back to me in her teeth." I wanted to refuse, but I didn't want any more punishments. I still wore the bondage mittens so crawling was just a little awkward. I got to where the dildo was and reached down like a dog picking up a bone and grabbed it with my teeth. I was repulsed. "Come here little doggie," Madam called out. I crawled back to where Nicole was sitting. She grabbed the dildo from my mouth and threw it across the room. "Go and fetch it again, now!" "Hurry up you little diaper slut." I crawled over to where the dildo was sitting and again brought it back to Nicole in my mouth. Nicole kept this up until I was totally exhausted. Nicole wasn't quite done with my humiliation. She instructed Emily to bring me a large bowl of water and I had to lap it up like a dog. This was repeated until I drank 3 large bowls of water. It was time for bed and I was ready to turn in. Chapter 10 - Am I losing my ability to control my bodily functions? I was again diapered and a prisoner of my crib for the night. I felt secure in the crib and although I wouldn't admit it to anyone, actually enjoyed being taken care of as a baby. I didn't like the punishments, but the attention was great. I fell asleep with the headphones on again. Emily always made sure I wore them while I was sleeping. There was a mixture of music and talking on the tapes, and it was always soothing to listen to at night. I had never wet my bed in my sleep since childhood, but once again I awoke to the nursery rhyme and the feeling of peeing in my diaper. This startled me. There had now been several times where I had peed in my diaper and it seemed to be automatically triggered by the Mary Had a Little Lamb lullaby. Emily came into the room to check on me because she too heard the lullaby and wanted to check to see if I was wet. "Congratulations, Kim, this is the second time you wet your diaper tonight and both times happened at the same time as the lullaby." "Emily, may I please ask you a question?" "Go ahead, but don't mention this conversation to Madam." "I promise," I said. "Emily, you said I wet my diaper twice tonight." "This is the only time I woke up." "Do you know for a fact that I wet my diaper earlier?" "Yes, I am required to check you each time the song is played to see if you are making progress." "You were definitely wet, and you are right, you slept right through it." "Oh my, then it is true." "I am wetting my diaper on command." "Well you are not quite there yet, but you have made remarkable progress." "Your husband, Chris, is going to love your progress." "It is his desire to have you diaper dependent or at least be able to trigger your wet diaper at his whim." I told Emily, "I love Chris and hate him for this all in one." "I always want to please Chris, but I am scarred of losing the most basic bodily functions of controlling when I pee." "Well, Kim, you only have a short period with us left." "Based on your progress, my guess is that Chris will get his wish for a more dependent diaper slave." Emily changed me, gave me a bottle, and I drifted off to sleep again. I woke up with a wet diaper in the morning. This troubled me. I had apparently peed in my diaper again while I slept sound. Chapter 11 - A Hypnotist pays me a visit "We have a very special visitor coming today to help with your training," Madam Nicole said as she greeted me next to my crib. "I am very pleased with your progress and I believe that Chris will be pleased as well." "Emily tells me that you are wetting yourself nicely at night when you hear the lullaby." "It appears that the tapes and treatment are working." "Today a hypnotist that I work with on a regular basis is going to come over to further your training." "I am going to ask Emily to get you out of your crib, clean you up, and get you dressed for your training session." "You will not be in your bondage mittens for our visitor so you will be watched carefully to make sure that you are on your best behavior." I was both worried and curious about having a hypnotist "train me." What could this mean and would it even work? I had heard of all kinds of crazy things people have done while hypnotized and it scarred me. I knew that I had little choice in the matter, but also thought that I could control the whole process and simply fake being hypnotized. That was my plan. Emily got me ready as instructed. I was not put in a diaper for the first time since I arrived and that had me curious. I didn't think too much of it because Emily put a very thick pair of cotton training pants on me. I was also instructed to put back on my jeans. They were the same ones I wore the day I arrived at the "spa." I looked in the mirror and I looked fairly normal. It was somewhat difficult to tell that I was wearing training pants unless one was to look very closely at my bottom and see the outline of thick panties under my jeans. I thought to myself, now I am making progress...no diaper, no bondage mittens...I looked like a normal young woman. The constant fluids I was ordered to drink and strict diet didn't change. Because I didn't have a diaper on, Emily would take me to the bathroom and watch me pee on a small, plastic, toddler's potty. On one visit to the potty, I actually pooped in it. I wasn't sure if and when I would be put back into diapers so I wanted to poop while I had a chance, even if it had to be under the watchful eye of Emily. Embarrassing, but better than the alternative of pooping in a diaper. The hypnotist came over and he certainly seemed nice. We were left alone together in the study and he explained the whole hypnotic process to me in order to make me feel as comfortable as possible. My plan was still to fake being hypnotized so I could keep control the best I could. I recalled everything he did and I was convinced that my plan had worked. Well I recalled most things. Apparently I did fall asleep for a short time because I was awoken by the voices of Nicole and Emily talking to the hypnotist. In any event, I felt fine and was certain that I never went through any mind control process. The four of us went into the other room and the hypnotist said it was time for a demonstration. It was obvious that I was going to be the subject of the demonstration. Emily was behind a video camera and was apparently going to film whatever was about to happen. Secretly I laughed to myself, because I thought this whole thing was kind of bogus. Madam Nicole came over to me and whispered something in my ear. That was all I remembered. The next thing I knew was that I was sitting on the floor and all three of them were laughing at me. I immediately stood up and that is when I knew why they were laughing. I looked down at my jeans and they were all wet like I had wet myself. I was so embarrassed. I asked what had transpired. Madam Nicole instructed Emily to play back the video tape on the TV to show me exactly what had happened. What I saw on the tape, I couldn't believe. I saw myself prancing around the room like a little three year old who had to pee. I was holding myself between my legs with both hands as I frantically danced around. Next, I saw myself stop my prancing and I peed right in my jeans! The wet spot grew in front until it eventually soaked the legs of my jeans. I could not believe what I was witnessing. The hypnotist spoke first. "Kim, it is important for you to know that I have implanted a triggering phrase in your mind." "When you hear it spoken, you will automatically do what you just saw on the tape." "You have no control over the behavior you just witnessed on the tape, but remember, a hypnotist can not make anyone do anything that they don't want to do." "Apparently, at some deep level, you are OK with your actions as seen in the video." Emily added, "Maybe Kim is OK with wetting herself?" I was speechless. I looked down at my wet jeans. I cried and then asked if I could change my clothes. Madam then spoke: "Well Emily, it looks as if our little girl can not be trusted to keep herself dry or the furniture from being ruined." "I am ordering Kimberly back into diapers while she is a resident of our Inn." "Kimberly, this is for your own good as well as ours." I was led back to the nursery for fresh clothes. I was in a panic. Never had I wet myself and not had cognizant control over what I was doing. Now it appeared that a stupid nursery rhyme could trigger me to wet my diaper when I slept and there was some triggering phrase that the hypnotist implanted in my mind that would also make me wet myself. I was losing control, more control. Chapter 12 - I am taken outside With the hypnotist gone and me taken back to the nursery to be changed, I waited to see what was in store for me next. Emily again strapped me down to diaper me and dress me. When she bent over to get a diaper, I noticed something under her short maid's outfit in addition to the frilly panties. It looked like leather straps. I had to ask, "Emily, what are you wearing under your outfit?" She answered, "Madam makes me wear a chastity belt most of the time." "Why?" I asked. "Because she wants me to stay pure for her." "She wants to make sure that you and I don't get too familiar with each other too." "Why do you put up with it?" "Because I am devoted to her and love being her slave." "I see," and tried to change the subject. I was then told by Emily to be quiet because the baby monitor in the nursery was on and we were likely being listened to by Madam Nicole. I shut up in a hurry. Emily dressed me in another diaper and a romper outfit. She also put the child harness on me. I was not wearing the bondage mittens and this was a relief. She led me downstairs and then outside to the backyard. She took me over to a sandbox that contained a number of children's toys. She told me to sit down in it and I complied. My child's harness was removed, but only after my ankle was chained to the sandbox. Escape just never seemed possible. Emily said, "stay put and play with your toys." "I will be back to check on you." I sat in the sandbox and felt like such a little child. For fun I actually played with some of the toys. After all, what else was there to do? The patio speakers were playing music and the song switched to Mary Had a Little Lamb. The effect was immediate. I instantly had to pee. My muscles went to jelly whenever I heard the nursery rhyme and my reflex was a always a strong need to pee. I resisted the impulse to pee, but in the end gave up because it was so uncomfortable to try and hold it back. I sat in the sandbox, a grown woman, and wet my diaper. I was not sure how long I was sitting in the sandbox, but Madam Nicole finally came out and announced that Chris was going to be coming over to pick me up so it was time to get ready for his arrival. The 5 days were up and I was glad to be leaving the "spa." Madam starred down at me and asked: "what would you like to wear to meet Chris?" I thought...this was the first time in 5 days that I was being asked what I wanted to do. Finally, things seemed like they would be getting back to normal! "I want to wear my own clothes and not these baby clothes," I responded without even thinking. Nicole's response was not quite what I expected, "are you sure you want to trust yourself in big girl clothes?" I must have shown concern on my face because I knew exactly what she meant. Could I stay dry? I nodded yes, but was concerned with my ability to stay dry. What if the hypnotic trance was to resurface? What was the magic phrase that sent me dancing around like a little girl and wet my pants? Surely the likelihood of hearing Mary Had a Little Lamb was not likely to happen outside this inn? Was it? I was not sure about my own answers, but I was already being unlocked from the sandbox to be taken back upstairs. Chapter 13 - Chris returns to pick me up As usual, Emily escorted me back upstairs, but this time it was to get dressed to go home! I picked out a pair of jeans, shirt, and the sexiest underwear I packed for the trip. I wanted to give Chris the biggest hug when he arrived. (Even though I was suppose to be mad at him for leaving me in this place!) I missed Chris. I heard the door and ran to meet Chris. We embraced and he squeezed my butt through my tight jeans. "I see that my girl is wearing big-girl panties," he said with a smile. I was embarrassed by his comment. He embarrassed me further when he asked Nicole, "is it alright for Kim to leave without a diaper on?" "We gave Kim the choice, and she apparently thinks she is a big girl and doesn't need a diaper," Nicole said. "OK, then we are off to the airport," Chris said and then whispered something in my ear. (I didn't know it at the time, but Chris had whispered the secret phrase that the hypnotist had planted deep within my mind.) Apparently I went through the same little girl behavior I exhibited the first time the phrase was used. I was told that my hands went to my crotch and I danced around like a girl trying desperately not to wet herself. I had no recollection of it, but it must have happened as they described it, because I found myself standing in soaking wet jeans when I came out of the trance. I was so embarrassed. Chris spoke first, "for a big girl, you sure have trouble staying dry in your panties." "Maybe it would be best to have you wear a diaper for the long plane ride home," Nicole added. All I could think of was that I wanted to be somewhere else and out of their presence. "We better get Kim changed out of her wet clothes for her trip...We don't want any silly accidents that could embarrass your husband, now do we?" Nicole again teased. She went on, "Kim, with Chris's permission, I will again ask you what you want to wear home, but this time I would think about your response first." Chris said, "that would be fine to ask." Were they going to make me ask to wear a diaper? How humiliating. It is one thing to be forced into a diaper, but to ask for a diaper? And then wear it out in public under my clothes? Nicole spoke up, "well, Kim, what is your decision? Diaper or big girl panties for the trip home?" Reluctantly, I said in my softest, most defeated voice, "a diaper." "What, I can't hear you," said Nicole. I responded louder, "a diaper." "I need to wear a diaper." "Very well," said Nicole, "Emily please bring the diaper bag you packed for Kim." My jeans were soaking wet so my whole outfit pretty much needed to be changed. When Emily returned with the diaper bag I noticed that it said "Kim's Diaper Bag" on the side in large letters. So all of this was going according to their plan. I apparently was putty in their hands. I felt so stupid. I was a college grad and was so easily manipulated. Emily took me by the hand and led me out of the room to change. It seemed like old times. I laid down on the floor, but this time no restraints. Emily professionally diapered me in a disposable diaper. She then asked, "would the misses like to wear plastic panties too?" Would my embarrassment never end? "Yes, please dress me in plastic panties...I may need the extra protection." "Very well," she stated and pulled the plastic pants on over my diaper. "May I suggest to the misses that you may want to wear a skirt...jeans may be way too obvious that you are diapered." "Yes," I responded. The only skirt I brought was something pretty short. In fact, it looked more like a short pleated tennis skirt than something appropriate for travel. I certainly didn't expect to be wearing a diaper under it and walking through the airport. Finally I was dressed and stopped to look in the mirror. From the front I looked pretty good if I did say so myself. A bit young looking I thought, but I liked my sexy appearance. I turned around in front of the mirror to see if there was an obvious bulge from my diaper and plastic panties. It wasn't horrible, but my diaper made my butt stick out a little in the skirt. I certainly would have to watch myself every time I needed to bend over or walk. I was very conscience that the short skirt just barely covered my diapered butt. I went back to greet Chris and Nicole. "Well, don't you look nice," said Chris. "Why don't you give us a little spin to show off," he added. As much as I wanted to refuse, the last 5 days in the inn taught me to follow commands. I spun in a circle as I was told. My skirt predictably betrayed me and my diaper and plastic pants were fully exposed. Chris's response was immediate, "You look so cute Kim." "I love to see your little plastic panties peeking out from under your skirt." I blushed. "Kim," Nicole said, "I bet you are glad to know that you are in the security of a diaper now." I nodded yes. We said our goodbyes and left for the airport to catch our plane. Chapter 14 - the trip home Maybe I was just more conscious of the way I was dressed, but I thought that all eyes were staring at me in the airport. I was so busy worrying about not bending over and showing my diapered butt, that I had forgotten about the diaper bag I was carrying. When we got to security, I had to put the bag through for inspection. Of course, you guessed it. My diaper bag was selected to be inspected because it contained baby bottles. I had difficulty explaining the baby bottles without the presence of a baby. Finally, the inspector caught on and realized that the diapers in the bag were not for a baby, nor was anything else in the diaper bag. He chuckled and said to Chris, "have a nice flight and take care of your baby." I was embarrassed again, but I was through security and on my way. No more problems I thought to myself... We got on the plane without further incident, and Chris had surprised me with first class seats. The long trip home was going to be a treat. I sat by the window with Chris at my side. The wine made me relax further and I was enjoying Chris's hand on my thigh. Occasionally Chris would work his hand up my skirt and place his hand on my plastic panties. He was slowly turning me on, but we had to be discreet. This was great fun. The last few days had really made me tired and I put on my MP3 headphones and drifted asleep. (What I didn't know at the time was that Chris had added Mary Have a Little Lamb to my recordings.) I woke up and found myself to be wet, very wet. Chris was sleeping and I decided not to wake him. I carefully started to get out of my seat to go to the restroom, but the flight attendant instructed me to stay seated during the turbulence. I sat back down and felt the squish of my wet diaper. All of this woke Chris up. I told him I had wet my diaper, but somehow I think he knew. "It is a good thing you are diapered my sweetheart." "Your seat would be drenched without your diaper on." Chris proceeded to give me a lecture, almost like a parent talking to his naughty child, "I want you to know that there will be some new rules in our house when we get home." "If you again get sassy or bitchy with me, I want you to remember that I can trigger your need to pee in an instant." "This could be quite embarrassing if you are out in public." "You wouldn't!" I said. "Oh just try me," Chris tempted. "I think it will be very funny to have you dancing around in a store like a desperate little girl and wet yourself." "You wouldn't!" I again stated. "Kim, you are now going to strive much harder to be the perfect wife." "Only you and I will know that you are my diaper slave." Life was going to be different. I was going to have to get used to wearing more diapers. I was also going to have to learn to watch my sassy tongue with Chris or suffer the consequences. Yes, life was going to be different, but I wasn't complaining. Chris's hand returned to my leg and he again stroked my plastic panties. I was wet and I was happy that my status as Chris's diaper slave was taken to a deeper level. I felt owned and shuddered at the thought. The End (For Now?)
  2. My Life as a Diaper Slave at Disney – 5 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 5 - More Accidents? My skirt was fairly short, but it just covered my diapered bottom. I had to be careful not to bend over. One of the best things about being in a diaper is the attention Chris gives me. He can't keep his hands off of me. He took every opportunity to pat my bottom as we walked around the park. When I thought others were not watching, I would do a little spin so that Chris got a quick look at my rubber panties peaking out from out under my skirt. He liked having me walk upstairs in front of him so that he could get a nice look at my ruffles and rubber bottomed ass. We were having fun. Often when we were on rides, and out of the view of others; he would even go further and reach down, pick up my sun dress and check to see if my diaper was wet. Oh, how I loved that! I especially loved when he talked to me like I was a little girl. "Baby Kimberly," he would say. "Is my little girl's diaper wet?" "Maybe you made pee-pee in your diaper." "Let's check and see if you are all wet." He would slowly slip his hand under my rubber panties and down into my diaper. He liked to slide his fingers across my hairless mound and down into my slit. "I see you are wet baby Kimberly, but it's only your natural juices." "I hope you don't go pee-pee in your diaper," he would say. Finally, the urge to pee was becoming just too much to handle. I had wet diapers before, but it never becomes routine or any less embarrassing. I always feel like the whole world must know I have a diaper hugging my bottom when I am in this state. "Chris, I need to go to the bathroom and fast!" "Why, baby Kimberly?" "Because I have to pee, you idiot!" (Another mistake on my part.) "Well, Baby Kimberly, you can go anytime you want...you are wearing everything you need." I wanted so much to hold my pee, but it was not going to happen. I was past desperation. I started jumping up and down, but Chris would never let go of my hand. "Chris, I have to pee, and I have to pee now!" Chris was firm, "Kim, you have pushed my limits all day, and now I am pushing your limits." "If you didn't want to be in this embarrassing situation, then you would have been a better diaper slave to me today." When I thought it couldn't get any worse, Chris suggested one more ride before he would give me permission to wet my diaper. The line was short for one of the kiddy fun house rides, so we got in line to wait our turn. Chris held me tight while we were in line so that I couldn't bolt and run for the restroom.. I wanted to run out of there so bad, but I didn't want to cause a scene either. Finally, it was our turn to get into the stupid car and enter the ride. It was one of those silly rides for kids, but that added to the childlike state I was shamelessly experiencing. We jumped into the car and sat down. Chris had put his hand under my bottom so that when I sat down I was sitting right on top of his hand. Quickly he slid his other hand over the front of my rubber panties. Our car turned the corner, passed through the doors, and entered the building. We were alone in our car, and it was dark in the fun house. Chris massaged my bottom through my ruffled covered panties. With his other hand he slowly moved his hand in little circles over the tight rubber on the front of my panties. I couldn't hold my urge to pee much longer and Chris's actions were driving me mad. Chris then took his hand that was on the front of my rubber pants and moved it into my rubber pants, but still over the plastic of my diaper. Chris said, "I see little girl that you are wearing a diaper under your clothes." "Does little Kimberly need to wet her diaper?" "Yes, oh yes...can I pee Master, can I pee?" "Since you asked so nicely, you may wet your diaper," Chris said. It started to happen so fast, but yet so slow. I closed my eyes. In the darkness of the ride and with both of Chris's hands messaging me through the thickness of my diaper, I started to pee. I had to go so badly, but my pee started out slowly into my waiting diaper. Chris never stopped rubbing my diaper; from the top with his one hand, and from the bottom as I squirmed over the hand that gripped my rubber clad bottom. "Oh Master, it feels so good, it feels so naughty." Chris started to put more pressure on my bladder with his one hand and I really started to pee with more force. My diaper was filling quickly now, and I could feel the warmth and wetness circulate throughout my diaper. This was a feeling that never failed to make me go absolutely nuts. The relief of releasing my pee, the embarrassment of using a diaper, and the excitement of wetting a diaper in public was too much for me to handle. Chris took his top hand off the outside of my plastic diaper and slid it directly into my diaper and over my clit. I was still peeing my diaper while Chris kept the same circular motions going over my most intimate spot. I started to moan in pleasure and my body took over... I had no control. I was peeing and coming at the same time! It was unbelievable. I didn't care how loud I was or where I was moaning. I was reaching multiple orgasms. (A first for me.) The ride was coming to an end, and it was an abrupt trip back to reality. Chris took his hands out of my diaper and rubber panties and I fixed up as quickly as I could. I got the feeling that others knew what had happened, but I also didn't care. When I stood up to exit the ride, I realized how heavy and wet my diaper was. Chris laughed and said, "Baby Kimberly your ruffles are now showing beneath the hem of your dress." "I guess you have a little sagging problem." I was horrified and instantly tried to pull my dress down as best I could. We laughed and ran back to the lockers. Well that would have been the end of the story, but I had to return to the ride for my diaper bag. This was another embarrassing episode as I had to explain my diaper bag and its contents to claim it. We finally got everything taken care of and went back to our room for lots of wonderful, memorable sex. One chapter left….
  3. I’m currently going through some military grade writers block with no idea how to continue a story that’s hung around my neck like a sexually frustrated albatross. That said there’s a competition going on with the prompt of wetting in a boat and I have some free time for once. So i thought about writing something as a one shot to try and get some ideas flowing and maybe win a competition with a free story as a prize. Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to get back to writing after this. This story was written with the above prompt in mind but seeing as i’m a degenerate weeb with the habit of either making my entire unique universe with its own rules for a story or just making fanfiction for whatever i’m rewatching currently is it’s no in between o decided to make a Naruto fanfic. This story plays around with time using occasional flashbacks so I need to explain the setting. This is the Naruto universe with the story proper being set in one of the Shippūden filler hells with the flashbacks all being in the pre-timeskip filler hells. Basically, it’s all in generic filler hell where outside events don’t matter and you really don’t need to know what’s going on. Just know any flashback is from original series timeframe while the story proper is going on post-timeskip but definitely before the movie where they cut the moon in half. Characters of note are Hinata and Naruto as to be expected. History Repeats Itself Today was not a going to be a good day. Hinata knew that much ahead of time as soon as she was assigned her mission today. On the surface a delivery mission taking a crate by boat to a island off the coast of the land of fire wasn’t a bad thing; there was no real risk of sign of difficulty and the weather was suppose to be clear for the rest of the day. The mission was so simple that only two shinobi were assigned to job. Unfortunately though Hinata had been woken up early this morning without being given any more details than that. She didn’t even have the time to eat or drink anything more than a cup of tea this morning, or handle anything else for that matter. She thought about her abrupt morning as she downed another cup of tea at a ramen stand near the shore where she was suppose to meet her as of yet unidentified partner. “I hate it when they don’t give me any details like this.” Hinata thought to herself as she finished her third cup of tea for the morning in hopes of waking herself up. “Someone wakes me up with a knock on the door this morning, hands me a mission brief that didn’t even say who else they assigned to the job, and rush me out the door so fast I didn’t have time for breakfast, brushing my teeth, or even…” her thought trailed off as she rubbed her knees together for a moment contemplating the minor pressure in her abdomen. “Then they just hand me a crate and told me to to get her asap. Being a Chūnin has its advantages but these zero notice mission assignments aren’t one of them. I just wish it was a solo mission, I told Tsunade I hate going on long boat trips. Of course it’s not like I can tell her why.” She set down her fourth cup of tea and paid for her food before standing up and tying the bag holding the chest she was assigned to deliver onto her back. “I just hope they assigned another kunoichi for this. After last time I don’t think I can handle another 8 hour boat trip with a guy.” Her thoughts trailed off again for a moment as she walked towards the point on the shoreline to where the boat she was told to take was suppose to be resting. “They aren’t suppose to be there yet so hopefully I can find a place to go before they get her, I just hope there’s a building near here that has a toilet I can use.” Hinata grimaced, for all her years as a Ninja she still hated going outdoors and a bashful bladder she had yet to defeat meant that answering the call of nature around someone else was difficult to say the least, something that had lead to more than a few close calls and one mortifying experience. “It’ll be ok just as long as they didn’t pair me up with-“ Hinata’s train of thought came to an abrupt end when she looked to tiny sailboat she had to ride to her destination being pushed into the water by a familiar blond haired Shinobi in a orange jumpsuit. “Oh, Hey Hinata!” “Naruto!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. “What are you doing here?! I mean, I thought you were away on a mission?” She adjusted her tone in an attempt not to sound rude or upset. ”Oh yeah I was suppose to be on my way back to the village but I was in the area so granny Tsunade must have decided to have me come along on this. Got a messenger bird this morning.” Hinata’s face turned a familiar bright red and twisted with a barely concealed panic, less from her chronic shyness and more from a terrible, horrible, painfully embarrassing memory that she prayed to every god that would listen would never repeat itself. That memory had now been forcefully thrust back into her mind like a kunai straight to her brain as she began to dread that history would repeat itself. “Oh, that’s great… Um, hold on. We don’t need to leave just yet. I think I’ll check the woods around here, make sure I wasn’t followed.” She ran off well past the tree line and beyond any line of sight before he had a chance to respond and quickly found a place secluded by a cluster of trees and shrubbery. She quickly positioned herself in a squat and pulled down her pants before trying to relive herself in a panic. “Come on come on, I needed to go just a second ago.” She silently whimpered to herself. Despite the need she had felt only a moment ago her body stalwartly refused and rejected any attempt to open her floodgates. The thought that Naruto might hear her had subconsciously brought her body into such a state of panic that she hardly even felt the desire to pee anymore. ”Hinata, are you ok? We should probably leave soon, it’s a pretty long trip.” Naruto yelled at her from the distance. Hinata panicked again and hastily pulled her pants up before running back to the shore. “Yes, i’m fine. Sorry, I was just being paranoid.” She hopped onto the boat before Naruto opened the sails and they pushed off from the beach. She knew that today was not going to be a good day. ################################### Hinata’s mind turned to the memory that shook her to her core before. She remembered a time when Team 8 had been assigned to deliver a chest containing a gift from the lord of the land of fire to another noble family to commemorate a wedding or some such event that didn’t really concern them. The mission was significant but no danger outside of bandits was expected so Kurenai and her team were given the mission, with the exception that they were told to bring Naruto along because he had been complaining about a lack of missions lately. She thought back to where things began to go south, they had just arrived to to the riverfront and were stopping for tea and a meal before leaving. ”Come on. This isn’t like when we were in the woods this morning, Naruto kun isn’t gonna hear me… WHAT IF HE HEARS ME!?” She thought to herself in fright and frustration while her body refused to release the water that it had held prisoner since last night. Hinata had taken the opertunity to stop in a bathroom in the back of the tea house while everyone else was eating. She had tried too relieve herself this morning before everyone else woke up but the idea that Naruto might hear her and walk out to see what was going on made her bladder seal itself shut. Even though she was in a clean bathroom this time Naruto was less than 10 meters away. What is he heard her? ”Hinata! We’re leaving, her out here!” A very annoyed Kurenai yelled at her from outside. ”Coming! Hinata yelled before pulling her pants up and running outside. The group made their way to the river boat before Kurenai explained the plan. “Ok listen up. Kiba will patrol the left side of the river while Shino will patrol the right side. Run ahead of us and make sure there isn’t a ambush. This thing is too big for us to take on foot and no convent roads let us take a wagon so we’re stuck using this, but that doesn’t mean we need to open ourselves up to a trap. Hinata will stay with me and Naruto on the boat to protect that cargo. If either of you see anything send up a flair and make your way back here.” Hinata blushed for a second. “Um, Kurenai sensei, why am I staying on the boat?” Shino and Kiba are good at detecting the presence of enemies by smell or scouting so they’re good for finding threats at range. I’m having them scout ahead to spot anyone waiting for us. You have 360 degree vision and impressive perception so you can spot anyone coming close to us. I’m here to protect that cargo and Naruto is terrible at anything but fighting so he would be wasted anywhere but here.” ”Hey!” Naruto yelled. Kiba laughed before agreeing and Shino nodded at the plan. The two ran into the woods flanking the river and Kurenai untethered the boat before shoving off with Naruto and Hinata in toe. A few hours passed as the pressure in Hinata’s lower body grew from a nagging annoyance to a constant distracting sensation. She stood on the opposite side of the ship from Naruto, activating her Byakugan every few minutes to check for threats. The sound of running water started to wear on her. Her focus became scattered and concentrating on anything turned into a task in and of itself. She rubbed her knees together as she looked over her shoulder. Naruto was sitting on the other side of the ship leaning against the mast. He grumbled something under his breath. “Man I wish something would happen!” ”Naruto the point of this is that something isn’t suppose to happen. A mission where no combat happens is a mission well done.” Kurenai said with a scolded tone. ”Bit that’s lame, fighting people is the best part of being a Ninja. This is so bored. Nothing to do but listen to the sound of running water just flowing on and on and on. Gushing over rocks. Slipping through gaps. Swirling around and around before just going down stream, probably over a waterfall eventually. Man this is making me thirsty just thinking about all that water.” Naruto said with a bored expression on his face. Hinata visibly cringed as her knees pulled closer together while Naruto kept spouting his meandering thoughts about running water. Kurenai’s eye twitched for a second before speaking. “Naruto look over here.” As soon as Naruto looked up Hinata saw Kurenai make a hand sign, causing Naruto’s eyes to slam shut before he began to snore. ”Kurenai sensei, why did you do that-“ Hinata’s thoughts were interrupted when Kurenai stood up and began fiddling with her skirt. She hiked up the front of her skirt and pulled her underwear down to her knees, a sight that made Hinata shit up and turn around. “I had a lot of tea this morning and he wouldn’t shut up.” A loud hiss erupted behind Hinata’s back from the part of the ship where Kurenai of standing. Despite having her back turned Hinata had had her Byakugan activated and saw the massive amount of urine contained in Kurenai’s body filter down and gush out from her body over the side of the ship. She was standing up and directing the flow by pulling her womanhood upwards with her hand, a trick Hinata had seen her use before and that Kurenai had offered to teach her, but one Hinata was never brave or adventurous enough to try. ”Hinata I know you need to pee, there’s no shame in it. Everyone has to do it. I put him to sleep with a genjutsu. I’ll undo it in a minute but you should go now while he’s out.” Hinata blushed visible, the sound of Kurenai relieving herself making her need much more apparent. She disengaged her Byakugan and looked ahead at the river. “That’s ok sensei, I don’t need to-“ Kurenai’s stream died down before she readjusted her clothing and began to speak. “Listen Hinata, this is a conversation I’ve been needing to have with you for a while. This is a problem. You always hold it way too long and ignore basic biological needs because it’s embarrassing for you. Even if you don’t want to let me teach you how to pee without leaving yourself vulnerable you really need to get over this, it’s effecting your abilities as a Kunoichi. You’re not using your Byakugan very much because of this.” ”How did you-“ ”Because my chakra control gets sloppy when I hold it too long too.” Kurenai interrupted. “Everyone’s does. It screws up your focus. I use to have the same hang ups. I once wet myself on a mission because I was paired up with all guys and wasn’t comfortable just speaking up. Before that one of my genjutsu broke because my focus was screwed up from trying not to piss myself. That screwup almost got people killed! This isn’t your teacher talking to her student, this is a woman talking to a woman. This is something you need to get over eventually or you’re getting someone hurt.” Hinata adjusted her posture to hide her desperation and stood in silence for a second. Kurenai sighed. “I’m undoing the genjutsu on him now. If you don’t go now i’m not putting him under another.” Kurenai waited for a second before making another hand sign that caused Naruto to jolt awake. ”Huh, what happened?” ”You dozed off, keep your eyes peeled. That goes for you too Hinata.” ################################## Hinata listened to the sea waves rock the boat back and forth. Her bladder was nagging her more than this morning as the tea she drunk was beginning it’s death march to its point of eventual departure. It was bad enough that she would have looked for a place to escape too a few hours ago, now it was becoming a serious issue. She had made a point to strengthen her bladder to deal with her problem, but even still it was starting to worry her. ”Hinata, how you holding up?” ”What?” Hinata jolted to attention. ”It’s a long trip. You thirsty?” Naruto said before pulling a bottle of something out of his bag. ”Oh, no thanks. I’m fine.” Hinata said in embarrassment. In truth her mouth was starting to get dry but she refused to put any more liquid into her system. “I just don’t like sailing is all.” ”Yeah you seemed a little distant. I don’t blame you for being nervous after last time.” Naruto said as he took a drink out of the container he brought with him before stowing it away. ”LAST TIME?!” Hinata said with a scared tone. She began to think to herself. “Did he find out what happened? I thought he never knew? OH NOOOOOO!” ”Yeah, the last time we were on a boat mission delivering something we lost the cargo. Remember?” Naruto said with a confused look. ”Oh… right. I remember.” Hinata said in equal parts relieve and dejection. She remembered that failed mission all too well. ”Anyway, want to go to the beach after this? We never go on missions with just two of us. Might be fun to swim or something.” Naruto said as he stared into Hinata’s eyes. ”He. Wants. To. Spend. Time. Alone. With. ME?!?!” Hinata’s face turned blood red with a massive smile before she felt a slight damp spot appear in her underwear. Her mind turned to panic as she slammed her flood gates shut, stopping the flow just as a tiny leak had formed. “AHHHHHH NO NO NO NOOOO WHY THAT MAKE ME ALMOST- AHHHHHHH!” She screamed internally. ”Hinata? Are you ok?” Naruto asked with some concern. Hinata collected herself, briefly looking down to confirm that the minuscule leak from before hadn’t shown on her pants. “I’m find, that sounds fun.” She said with a smile before turning around. “But we can talk about that after we land, we need to stay focused.” ”Oh yeah, I guess you’re right.” Hinata looked down to her stomach and activated her Byakugan. She looked at her muscles and internal structure before directing her index finger at her lower stomach. She began to run through ideas in her mind. “Time for some drastic measures. Gentle fist binding palm, flood gate.” She shot a jet of chakra out of her finger to below her bladder, striking her urethral sphincter and causing it to forcefully clamp shut. She felt a slight rush of discomfort rush through her body as her holding muscles spasmed shut tightly. She had created this technique as a emergency precaution a few years ago to avoid a a potential emergency like the last time she was in this position; using chakra points to lock her muscles shut made accidents mostly impossible with the downside that her bladder control was significantly worse for a while once it wore off. But she knew that she should be fine as long as she doesn’t exert herself. “That mission was kind of a disaster wasn’t it.” Naruto said with a laugh. ”Yeah… pretty bad.” Hinata said as her thoughts trailed off. ################################### Hinata kept to her routine of frequently scanning the river every few minutes with her Byakugan and focusing to keep her bladder under control for the next few hours. Her conversation with Kurenai still hung heavy in her mind. “Is it really such a problem?” Hinata thought to herself. “I mean it’s been a issue for me a few times before but is this really something I need to worry about? It’s only been a problem on a couple missions. And most of the time I can just excuse myself and go away from everyone else. It’s just that when Naruto is around…” Naruto fidgeted as he had been doing for the last 15 minutes or so. “Hey Kurenai sensei. Is it ok if I head up the cliff side for a minute?” ”No, we stay here and keep to the plan.” ”Ok but is it ok if I, uh, well I kinda gotta go.” Naruto said with a laugh. ”mKurenai turned her back to him and looked forward down stream. “Go ahead. Not like it’s anything to worry about.” Kurenai said in a statement that Hinata felt like a brick to the head. Before Hinata could say anything she heard Naruto unzipping his pants. She heard a loud hiss trickling down past the side of the boat and a satisfied “ahhhhhh” escape his lips. Hinata blushed as the sound caused her bladder to spasm, forcing a squirt of urine to escape. She shoved her hands between her legs and shivered with embarrassment and desperation. “No no no please. I can’t wet myself here. Not like this. Not in front of him.” A few more spurts managed to escape before she wrestled control back. She looked down to see a small wet patch that she was only able to hide by pulling the front of her coat down. She shoved her left hand in between her thighs as a precaution to prevent this from happening again. “I… I just. I can’t believe I almost wet myself like that in front of Kurenai sensei, and Naruto.” ”Ahhhh. That feels better.” Naruto said with a chuckle. ”Hinata, i’m feeling a little uneasy right now. Do you see anyone with your Byakugan?” Kurenai whispered back to her. ”I-“ Hinata yelped, too afraid to remove her hand from its current position and divert her focus to activate them. “Hold on, just give me a second.” ”Hinata-” Kurenai barked before grabbing at her arm with a gasp. The two genin looked to see a needle dripping some purple fluid buried in her shoulder. They looked back to inspect the sound of a splash that followed to see a figure jumping out of the water with a crossed out village of the hidden mist headband. “Water dragon jutsu” A massive dragon made of liquid enraged from the river and impacted Kurenai who’s reactions seemed slowed, knocking her off the boat. The rogue shinobi charged after her while two other less distinguished figures jumped out of the water on the side near Naruto. “Damnit they were using the sound of the water to hide. Shadow clone jutsu!” Naruto shouted before creating a group of clones and charging after the new arrivals. Hinata righted her stance, unsure if she should charge to help Naruto or stay by the cargo. Before she could think of what to do next a kunoichi jumped out of the water near her and ran in to attack. “Gentle fist 32 palms!” She reacted with a attacks causing him to vanish in a splash. A splash that missed her but brought attention to a growing warmth in her lower body. In her panic her fragile hold over her needs had given way and a flood had began. Her pants were filling with a cascade of pee that left her paralyzed. “NO NO NO!” She said to herself thrusting her hands down in a futile attempt to regain control as her piss was flooding downward to the floor of the boat. Before she could think of what to do next the woman who had created the clone she just struck kicked her in the back of the head, sending her off the boat. “Water Clone Jutsu!” She created four more clones that lifted the chest they were tasked with delivering and ran towards the cliff. The two shinobi naruto was fighting disappeared in a explosion of steam before the apparent leader who was battling Kurenai clapped his hands together. “Hidden mist jutsu!” He summoned a tick mist and ran off following the girl from before. By the time they all found each other Kurenai was almost to the point of collapsing from the poison that rogue Jōnin had used on her and the two of them had fled to far to track easily. After they got Kurenai to a place to treat the poison Kiba and Shino had lost the sent of the pair. She recovered quickly but the mission went down as team 8’s first abject failure. ############################### Hinata sighed in frustration. Thinking back to that mission had always made her upset and this had left to glued in her brain. And to make things worse her bladder had escalated from a discomfort to a major problem. Almost to the point of being painful. She knew that if it wasn’t for her locking her muscles shit they would have given out almost an hour ago. ”Hey Hinata, is something wrong?” Naruto asked. ”What? Why do you ask?” Hinata asked awkwardly. ”Its just you’ve been more quite than usual. I mean you’re usually pretty quite but you haven’t said much of anything for, what, 6 hours now? Are you mad at me or something?” ”What? No! I just… this just reminds me of the first mission I failed is all” Hinata said pulling her knees together and leaning backwards. We never caught those two and Kurenai was mad at me is all. I could have seen those two if I was using my Byakugan that whole time. We failed because of me.” ”Its not your fault, I fell for their bait hook line and sinker. She used transformed water clones to lure me away. If I had stayed behind then it wouldn’t have happened.” Naruto said laying down on the boat, bring his head near Hinata’s waist. Hinata blushed and moved her legs apart. “No you’re a better fighter than me. If I had done my job I could have taken care of those clones and-“ she stopped speaking abruptly and threw a pair of Kunai at a patch of empty water. Two shinobi jumped out of the water and stood on the ocean surface, a older man and a young woman. “Damnit! Daddy she must have saw us!” ”Nice catch Hinata!” Naruto yelled before creating a group of clones. ”I saw them with my Byakugan, I’ll handle this!” Hinata shouted before assuming a defensive position. ”Water dragon jutsu!” The older man shouted before summoning a pair of water dragons and sending them after the boat. Naruto charged to counter them with pair of clones using a rasengan, charging after the main user himself. The younger girl created a dozen water clones before charging after Hinata. “Hey you two are familiar, Daddy and I attacked you before didn’t we? You’re that girl that p-“ Her taunt was cut off as Hinata flew into a attack. “64 palms!” She destroyed the group of clones and knocked out the girl that summoned them, sending her falling onto the deck of the boat. She smiled for a second before looking down, feeling a all to familiar sensation spreading across her womanhood. She resisted the urge to shoot her hands down to try and staunch the flow as a sense of embarrassment crawled up her spine. “I need to keep an eye out for any others. Besides, I can tell I can’t stop this anyway.” Her whole body shivered and quaked as the feeling of humiliation and relief mingled and spread through her. That mixed with a strange sense of pride in overcoming her embarrassment to defeat a old enemy, in not fighting her desperation and focusing on a real danger. The whole thing left her mortified and elated, excited in a way she couldn’t quite put to words. She felt the fabric of her pants and underwear cling tightly to her form as her flood slowed to a crawl. The thought that this all happened near Naruto left her feeling like she wanted to roll over and die, but also like another need was making itself known between her legs that she desperately wanted to address. “Why am I feeling like this. I feel terrible but… errr I also wanna- No that has to wait for later. I need to tie her up while she’s passed out, and keep and eye out for if anything happens. As she finished tying her up Naruto jumped over with the father who he had knocked out in almost as short a time. He jumped down in front of her and set the man down on the ship. “Hey Hinata, mind tying him up too. It’s good thing you spotted him, that poison could have been-“ Naruto froze when he looked down to see the very apparent wet patch that had blossomed from Hinata. She froze up in time, blushing pure red trying to think of a way out of this. “NO NO NO! Think of a excuse. She uses water jutsu, that’s easy. Just tell him she splashed you or something. That’s believable right!” She thought to herself. “NARUTO I JU-“ Her voice stoped as soon as she saw a damp patch growing from Naruto’s crotch. Hinata froze up entirely while Naruto just laughed. “Hey don’t worry. If we’re both embarrassed there’s no reason to bring it up to anyone else, right?” Hinata was left speechless. The fact Naruto just wet himself to make her feel less awkward struck feelings into her that she couldn’t quite put into words. “O-ok. Yeah let’s just not bring it up.” Maybe today was pretty good after all.
  4. Legendary. https://thisvid.com/videos/joi-hot-girl-to-give-joi-after-wetting-pants/ If this is already up, feel free to take it down, mods. Contains nudity
  5. Atleast it’s less embarrassing if you wet yourself with a friend.
  6. Poor thing, they’re never gonna let her forget about this.

    © One-Punch Man

  7. this story was inspired by a Facebook post I saw advertising a pta car bout fundraiser with a note saying ‘please note the school building will be closed during this event and there will be no access to the facilities.” The car boot sale When Alyson sent me the advert on messenger I ought to have read the small print. Entirely my fault I guess. All I saw was that it was for her kid’s school and she knows I’ll do anything for my nieces so I, of course, said yes. Anyway I’m always looking for opportunities to sell my home made cakes so it sounded perfect. I spent the whole week baking after work. It was exhausting but great fun and, for me, very relaxing. Armed with bags of goods, cardboard presentation boxes filled with cup cakes, cones of various sweets and even a pile of flyers advertising my prices I packed my car as full as possible, swallowed my second coffee of the morning and headed to the school a few towns away. Arriving half an hour before opening I was surprised just how busy it already was but I was directed in and reversed into a good spot and started setting up. A lady with a lanyard came around asking for my admission fee and looked at my cakes. She bought a bag of fudge making my first sale. It was all looking great! To the left of me was a Volvo with a boot bulging with kids toys and books and to the other side of me was this middle aged man with red hair who I later found out was actually one of the teachers! I should have maybe guessed that since his boot was full of brand new books and stationery from a well known educational supplier! We passed the time of day with each other as we busied ourselves with setting up as more people began gathering near the school gate. I watched as a burger van was directed into the car park and parked up. My nieces would be thrilled at that I thought! From the very start business was steady and my eldest niece Katy came rushing to say hi to me fairly early on. I did ask if she wanted to stay and help but the lure of everything on sale seemed way too tempting. Alyson did pop by and asked if I’d like a tea or coffee. I wasn’t going to say no now was I? It was meant to be on from 10am until 1pm but the way things were going I wondered if I might sell out too early. I spread out my cakes more as things sold and enjoyed the whole atmosphere and listening to the chat between sales. It was a lovely morning and I was so pleased for my sister that the event was going so well. The only little niggling thing was that I was starting to need a wee. Nothing too bad and as an experienced car booter I am adept at waiting so I didn’t worry much about it at that point. That was until this family came up to my car looking at my cakes. The woman was well built, looked to be in her thirties and the male was dressed in joggers and a football shirt with his hair in a pony tail. With them was a young lad with hair past his ears and joggers on just like the man. The woman was in raptures about my baking admiring the boxes of cakes and asking about my prices for birthday cakes and cupcakes. The man meanwhile was munching on a burger from a brown paper bag and the lad was drinking from a can of coke. Despite talking to the woman it was the lad that was stealing my attention as he wasn’t standing still and was looking towards the school anxiously. After the woman finally decided on what she wanted and made her purchase they walked over to the car next to mine to look at the toys and books. I glanced over just as the boy seemed to tug the woman, who I presumed was his mum, and said he wanted to go home. I was so mortified for that lad at the woman’s response as she spoke so loudly that the entire car park could have heard her! “I’m trying to support your school Gius! Look at these little action figures! You loved these last summer! You sure you don’t want a new one? Look they’re only £2 too!” “Mum! You know I don’t play with those any more! Can’t we just go home now, please!”: “Why? What you wanting home for? To sit in your room playing computer games? Let’s see what else there is here!” Much quieter than his loud mouth mum the young lad shook his leg, bowed his head and looked at the ground.” “I just want the bathroom that’s all.” “We’ll you should have went before we left home then shouldn’t you!” As I said she was loud and people couldn’t help but overhear. I tried looking everywhere other than at that family, trying to reshuffle what was left of my cakes and sweets and trying to distract myself from my own body’s need. It wasn’t the first time I’d had a full bladder at a car boot and it wouldn’t be the last but I definitely didn’t want to hear about anyone else in the same situation. That was when the red haired man next to me looked at me and suddenly spoke to me. “They should have pushed more to get the school open really. I know the PTA didn’t want the extra expense but I could have predicted this would happen.” I gave him a double take as I processed what he’d said. “They haven’t opened up the school?” “Nope. The committee wasn’t willing to pay the janitor. They did put it on the flyer but even so it was bound to happen with a public event. They weren’t thinking of us stall holders either clearly!” He nodded to me and I realised I was sort of bouncing on my heels whilst moving stuff. Was he aware I had to pee or was he just making casual comment? I wasn’t sure at that point but he went on to say he was a teacher and that he had seemingly pointed out to the pta that they weren’t really considering the stall holders, nor the public, especially children, but they were insistent that they wouldn’t make money if they had to pay the three hour let for the whole building just to get access to toilets. I nodded not really sure what to say as I let the fact there was no toilets sink in my mind. As I say I felt sort of awkward especially knowing my sister was on the pta committee so I looked around hoping for some more customers and noticed the family with the boy were still hanging about despite the child obviously getting more and more distressed. The red haired teacher obviously noticed too as I heard him mutter quietly, “You’d think they’d notice he’s bursting. Poor boy.” Our eyes met again and I smiled awkwardly. He was cute looking and obviously caring and for the first time I noticed he was learning on his own car with one ankle over the other. Just then another customer came over and I turned my thoughts back to selling. After they left with a box of cupcakes I turned to rearrange the last of my stuff feeling a bit of a breeze waft up the edge of my dress heightening my need to pee rather a lot. I tried disguising it by moving around but I had this weird feeling I was being watched. However, when I turned back I couldn’t see anyone looking at me at all. Up until this point I had been standing by my car but I had been out for over two hours by this point and my legs and feet were starting to ache. I was also finding it harder to stand still as the tingling feeling between my legs increased to the point it was very distracting. As an experienced car booter I opened the side door of my car and pulled out a canvas fold out chair. As I opened it out the man nearby was standing leaning on his car this time with his legs crossed more at the knees as he smiled down at me. “I wish I had thought of that! Can you tell it’s my first time ever doing a car bout sale?” “Really? I wouldn’t have known. You’ve done pretty well by the looks of it anyway. I actually forgot all about this seat until my feet began aching there.” “Ah. That explains the moving around then.” I wasn’t about to tell a stranger that my movement was nothing to do with my feet and more to do with my full bladder so I decided the safest option was just to agree with him. “This is much better now though.” I glanced at my watch as I noticed the crowd thinning a bit. “Wow. Only 45 minutes to go. I might just sell out by then.” As there was no-one currently looking at his wares he stepped towards mine and took a good look at a box of cupcakes. Picking them up he brought them closer towards me. “I can see why. These look delicious. How much for the box?” I took his money and thanked him. “Fancy checking out what I have to offer then?” I blushed, immediately thinking his words meant something different before realising he literally meant looking at his educational supplies as he nodded to his open boot. I really didn’t want to get off my chair as sitting down was helping me hold my pee so much easier but I kind of felt I owed him so I stood up and took a few steps towards his open boot. It was that standing up that really changed things. All of a sudden it was like my bladder was sending these urgent pangs and all I could think about was finding a bathroom! Of course I already knew the school was closed and it was impossible to get my car out the car park with the crowd and all the cars parked up selling so I was essentially trapped with nowhere to go! I feigned an interest in the encyclopaedias and maths books but I was hyper aware of the fact I had one leg rubbing the back of the other and my hands were rubbing my thighs too. I knew I was sweating and awkward looking so I picked up a book on Victorian Britain just to try and distract myself. “Fascinating period of history that. Marbles, spinning tops, petticoats, corsets and not forgetting the lack of running water and chamber pots!” I felt myself blushing. Why had he had to mention running water and chamber pots? I put the book back and muttered something about not having kids yet and quickly sat back in my canvas folding seat immediately crossing my legs tightly. He laughed a little but I kept my eyes as far away from him as I could. All I could think about though was his mention of a bloody chamber pot! Oh how I would have loved one of those right at that point! There was a bit of a last minute clamber for final bargains but by 12:45 it was obvious the boot sale was winding down. The Volvo next to me was starting to pack up what was left of their second hand toys and books and I heard the red haired teacher talk to me again. “At last! Oh to get home for a cup of coffee and a sit down!” As I packed away what was left of my baking I muttered to myself as I bounced around nervously, now desperate for the loo. I hadn’t intended anyone else to hear me of course! “And a toilet! Oft I so can’t wait to get to one of those!” “You’re not the only one!” I turned in shock and embarrassment to see my car neighbour facing away from the last of the crowd with one hand awkwardly over his crotch and his cheeks scarlet. Checking behind him to make sure no-one was watching he stepped closer to me still clutching between his legs. “Remember that boy earlier telling his mum he wanted home? I’ve been needed to go since before then! I actually can’t believe the pta never paid to get the school open!” “Me neither. But don’t tell my sister I said that! Oh feck I’m bursting here! You think they’d let us go?” “What? Right now?” I looked him in the eye as his face reddened even more as he squeezed his thighs together as I bounced around. “I meant the cars. Not weeing!” “Of course! Sorry! I have pissing on the brain I’m afraid. So got to go!” I chuckled and pressed a hand between my own legs as only he could see (I hoped anyway!) “Me too!” I closed my boot down and remained sitting on my seat squeezing my muscles in and begging time to go faster. Oh how badly I had to go by that point! It really was all I could think about! I must have drifted off a bit into my own desperate mind as I jumped when one of the cars beside me closed their boot with a bang making me leak a bit with the shock. Blushing and looking around anxiously I noticed that the teacher wasn’t there any more. His can boot was now closed but I had no idea where he had went. It was the. I saw my sister approach me looking tired but happy. “You sold out too? Seems everyone has done well! I’m going to head home with the girls now but we’ll FaceTime later tonight as usual. Thanks so much for coming today! You know it means such a lot to us.” I really wanted to get up and hug her to say goodbye but I knew if I was to stand up I would immediately wet myself I was so desperate! In fact after the jump with the car boot closing I could feel my grip loosening by the second! I was honestly sitting there thinking to myself if i sit here any longer I am going to leave a puddle! I waved to Alyson as she walked briskly away towards the gate where my two nieces were waiting with bags. I really wanted to get in my car but I could see none of the cars had left yet and it looked like they were trying to herd the last of the stragglers out the school gate so they could open it to let the cars out one by one so I just sat there squeezing and tensing and praying I could hold on. Meanwhile I still couldn’t see the teacher guy until several minutes later when I heard a car door and then heard him behind me. I turned to see him walking around the front of his car away from everyone as he came beside my chair and leaned on it casually. “Finally. Looks like we can leave at last.” How was he so calm sounding when I was absolutely frantic and struggling to even talk? I looked up to see him smiling and relaxed. My puzzled look must have been obvious as he leaned quietly down and filled me in. “You’re not the only one who had something in their car to help them relax! I couldn’t wait any longer so I sat in my car and used an empty bottle I had in the door well. It was that or piss against the car!” Talk about feel jealous! Here I was nearly wetting myself while this man, whose name I didn’t even know, had just emptied his bladder metres from me into a bottle without anyone knowing! I wanted to scream at the unfairness. I sat silently not even knowing what to say when finally he broke the silence. “Pity that book didn’t come with some real artefacts. Marbles maybe, or a petticoat…or a chamber pot perhaps?” I think the redness of my face, the way I was sitting, the ways my mouth tensed and how my knuckles were white with gripping the sides of the fold up seat all told him what he needed to know. I knew then looking at the people talking and the closed gates and the locked school that I wasn’t going to make it home dry. I closed my eyes as another strong bladder spasm pushed against me. As tightly as I tried to squeeze and fight against it it hurt and the pressure was incredibly strong. A spurt shot out making my pants warm and damp. I bowed my head and took a deep breath trying to wade off the discomfort. If he knew what was happening he was at least sensitive enough not to say and kind enough to step forward and casually cover me. I gasped softly as another urge pushed down from my distended aching bladder as another warm spurt escaped. This time it took seconds longer to clamp off and I could feel the chair was now damp with my pee. The man glanced back and winked but then immediately turned away and looked around as if trying to protect me. I leaned slightly forwards trying not to cry as my hands gripped the side of the chair tightly. I couldn’t go on. I couldn’t hold even another second as I raised my bottom ever so slightly from the canvas seat and relaxed as urine whizzed steadily out from between my legs, soaking through my pants and running down my leg, collecting on the canvas chair before slowly soaking through and dribbling onto the ground. I longed to stop but my body wouldn’t let me as I did all I could to balance myself and keep at least the front and sides of my dress dry. My pee was pooling on the chair as I peed so furiously that it was now meeting my knickers that were slightly raised above it. Yet I still couldn’t stop going! The metal legs of the chair were soaked, the seat pretty much ruined I expected and I was utterly mortified. Apparently the pta raised a fortune and not one person complained about the school building being closed so they have no plans to change it next year. I’m certainly not going to ever mention to my sister what happened that day but from now on I will definitely be reading the small print on things. Oh and I had to get a new fold up chair but I found a great one at a car boot sale the following week. I found a book about Victorian Britain too but I left that one. It reminded me far too much of that day for some reason…..
  8. The Night Shift - Part 3 Original Author – Tatiana, edited by DaddyRich Thirsty Kirsty sang the ditty in her mind as she drained the tea (stewed as per hospital regulations, she thought). Pushing the table way and sprawling on her front again, she felt again the wet mess she had made. "Think" she told herself. In the cold revelation of morning with the routines of meals and charts underway she could scarcely believe she had consented to Paul treating her like this. "You wet your bed, you lie in it" she muttered. A practical solution had gone too far - she felt a twinge of paranoia, that the nurses were having their little joke on little Kirsty. She willed Barbara to return, sort her out and she could forget it all. She began to stretch her cramped muscles. "I need to get up" she thought. "Bathroom!" Sliding gingerly off the bed, the thick messy diapers sticking to her, she made her away around to the bathroom door. Standing, she was aware that she had to pee again. Determined to hold until reaching the bathroom, she staggered forward, the elastic cuffs and snug tapes impeding her gait. The door had been locked. There was another bathroom down the passage. Her clothes were in the laundry room. It was a choice of staying in her room, meekly sitting in her diaper, or braving the barely thinkable - to make her slow way to the main bathroom, bulging plastic pants for all to see. Not really expecting the First Lady to drop by that day, she made for the door, limbs loosening with the exercise. She needed to pee like yesterday. Tugging her t-shirt down and peering around the corner, her heart sank. The nurses station. "Can't stop me" she reasoned. "Tried it, worked fine, then went a bit far." Stepping out, the tell-tale crackle of all her plastic gave her away. Barbara looked up, put down her pen and came over. "Nice to see you up" she said, taking her by the hand. "Barbara, this is all wrong. I want the bathroom. I smell, and I feel like a freak." "No you don't" replied Barbara as she escorted Kirsty, not too roughly, back into the room. "Let's see if I can explain. Some control freak says I can't even clean myself" said Kirsty up on all fours onto the bed. "It was a bit rotten of Paul to diaper you after an enema" said Barbara, absently searching her pockets. "But consider the situation a bit more objectively. You lay in a soaking diaper for hours and didn't tear the place down. If Paul hadn't diapered you, you would have messed the bed." "I expected to be able to deal with it myself" said Kirsty. Barbara went to the window. "You've been here before. We have all your notes. You live alone, you work there, doing well, but we notice things. No one visits, the rare call, maybe. We are not only trying to manage your incontinence but address the real issues of what will make you feel secure, safer, cared for - happier." "Barbara, you crazy nurses think that self-actualization is achieved by sitting in a filthy diaper for hours?" Kirsty congratulated herself on that one. Barbara gave up her absent-minded pocket search and came back over to the bed. "The deal is this. Paul wrote it down in a care plan for you, and you can read it later. Give this a chance. Don't think ahead just yet, but use this opportunity to discover some important things about yourself. Ok?" She left abruptly. Trying to follow her, about to ask Barbara what the hell, Kirsty half rose and wet herself uncontrollably. Impassively, she checked for leaks - none. Back on the bed, she looked at herself as the hot pee squelched inside and across her skin. Pushing up her pillows, she slowly and with great deliberation sat upright in her own mess. Barbara returned and raised an eyebrow. Kirsty flicked on the TV remote. "Can't wait for the Attends commercial" she quipped. "Gave yourself away, you did" said Barbara, shaking down a thermometer. "You objected to the stinging of the enema fluid. That's like saying, oh, I don’t know that two people can't have sex because they have no bed. Anyway, I'll give you a bath later. You'll like that." After she'd gone, Kirsty slid back onto her tummy. Her bowels cramped again, and she emptied easily, the firmer stool pushing its way into the diaper. Her stiff knees were paining her, and she felt suddenly very sleepy. She took her meds and drifted peacefully to sleep once more.
  9. So these are some edits I made of Geo (what I call my animal crossing character) Having accidents, or on the brink of one. (It’s gonna be hard to find a pair of shorts that looks like a diaper in pocket camp, I will try tho.” “uuf, glad nobody was around to see that...”
  10. A few weeks back I found myself desperate after a run, and it was pretty tense... I hesitated about writing this up, as I don’t really enjoy the public embarrassment aspect of wetting, but I know some people might. It had been warm all day, and I’d been drinking a lot of water and juice to make sure I was hydrated for an early evening run. As a result, I’d been heading to the bathroom pretty regularly throughout the work day. I got home, changed in to running clothes (white too, dark blue shorts) and headed out for a run. Normally I’d be sure to visit the bathroom before leaving, but I’d been so recently that I skipped it this time. That was, it turned out, a mistake. About fifteen minutes in I became aware of the weight in my bladder, with a faint ache. I found it fairly easy to ignore and focused on my breathing. As I came to the end of my run, it began to get dark, and the temperature got a lot cooler. Feeling always makes it worse for me, and I felt the tension in my stomach and felt the first twinges of urgency as I reached the end. I slowed down to walk and stretch out, and the stretching really increased the sensation of pressure- it was quite painful! I walked back towards my house, feeling tense as the cold air seemed to squeeze my bladder with each step. I found myself hurrying, taking quick slightly awkward steps, and noticed my breathing was quite tight. I passed a shop on the way home and remembered I needed a few things for dinner. The pain was slightly sharper now and I was feeling quite fidgety, but I decided to shop now rather than delay dinner by having to come out again later on. Another mistake. I went in to the store and the cold from the fridges was a shock. I tended up, and felt a twitchy, crappy feeling in my abdomen. I was trying not to breath too hard, and I was aware I looked tense. I grabbed what I needed and joined the queue. Of course, the line was long, and I waited for what felt like ages, shifting my weight from foot to foot, trying to keep my breathing steady. I hoped anyone who saw would just assume I was sore after my run, rather than desperate! All the while the the cold air was making me uncomfortably aware of the feeling of pressure, and I was starting to worry about the short walk home. I finally got to the front, and tried to act calm and unhurried when i talked to the cashier. I could feel my heartbeat, and there was a regular cramping feeling from my bladder now. Once I’d paid, I stuffed the food into my rucksack with shaky hands, and shuffled quickly to the door and ran to cross the street. The lights took forever to change and I was hopping from foot to foot now, gritting my teeth as the waves came and hoping everyone would assume my discomfort was purely down to exercise. When the lights finally changed, I walked awkwardly across the street, feeling a hard cramp as I reached the other side. All I could think about was the reaching my bathroom. I wasn’t sure if I’d leaked a drop or two whenever I started to cross the road. My shorts looked ok but I felt another spasm, and I really wasn’t my sure I’d make it home in time, so I decided to run the rest of the way. This actually seemed to help, and I was less aware of the pain and pressure, until I slowed down to get my keys out. My muscles were shaky and I was sure I would lose control soon. As I walked quickly to the doorstep I felt a tingling, then warmth - a tiny leak for certain this time. I kept my back to the street and hoped no one I knew would pass me as I got to the front door, still fumbling with my keys. I was obviously dancing from foot to foot and cursing slightly under my breath. I was desperately hoping my neighbours wouldn’t see me! I got the right key, and just got it to the door lock when i felt a longer leak l, the material of my shorts sticking to one leg. I took a deep breath and regained control, and I opened the front door, sprinting down the hall to door to my flat. I was trembling all over now and the pain was constant. As I slowed to get the next key ready I felt my muscles give up for a second and strong jet escaped and my leg felt wet. I looked down in horror but thankfully, although my shoes were damp, but the carpet was safe - for now. I had obviously wet myself a little and I was terrified someone would pass through the hall. I got the key in to the lock and hurled myself through the door, running to the bathroom. As i went I felt jerky cramps and several long leaks before I finally got the the bathroom. The relief was incredible. Before showering and and washing my kit I checked the carpet- the hallway was fine, so was the flat, but there was a trail of tiny puddles across my kitchen floor. Finally I cleaned up and went for a shower. The whole thing had left me quite drained, and I was too shaken up to take pictures! Lesson learned: do not skip that break before a run....
  11. From the album: Bomb's almost sfw desperation / wetting drawings

    A request by a discord user LG123: A girl going back home desperate to pee and wetting heself by the door. Finished April 20 2020 (yes, that reads 4-20 on the day and month)
  12. If all of a college’s adult students suddenly woke up one morning and forgot how to use the bathroom, what would happen? As in, they’d look at a toilet or urinal and wouldn’t even guess that it was used for disposing their waste. In fact, nothing in a bathroom makes any sense anymore, so they wouldn’t just use the sink or shower or whatever. Also, for this scenario to work, let’s assume the internet doesn’t exist, so they couldn’t just look up the answer.
  13. Kyla swore under her breath, staring at the red light, willing it to turn to green. She tapped her hands on her thighs in frustration, leaning forwards in the driver’s seat of the fancy company car belonging to the high-end real estate agency she worked for. 'Oh come on, hurry up’ she muttered, before it finally changed and she sped off down the road, only to have to stop once more at yet another set of traffic lights, much to her annoyance. She was running late to an appointment with a very important new client, who she knew only as Mr Jones. Kyla didn’t know very much about him, only that he was a managing partner at a small but successful local law firm, and that he owned an impressive property portfolio which he was looking to expand with some new luxury apartments and newly renovated houses which had come onto the market in the last few days. Kyla was in for a huge commission if she could show Mr Jones a few of the properties and make a sale, but was in danger of losing it altogether if she didn’t get to the appointment ASAP. She squirmed in her seat, staring at the light which was staying stubbornly red. Her lateness wasn’t the only reason for her impatience though. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, moaning softly under her breath, wriggling yet again before the light changed to green and she drove on. Kyla was absolutely bursting to go for a wee. It had been an extremely busy day, and she had been out on appointments since 9am that morning. She hadn’t been able to take a single break, not even for the loo, and she’d had to pee for hours. As it was a warm day she had made sure to stay well hydrated, and the 2 litre bottle of water she had brought with her in the car was now almost empty. She’d also politely accepted several cups of tea and coffee from clients during the day, which she was now really regretting. She turned into the road and pulled up outside the block of brand new luxury apartments, where her first viewing with Mr Jones was scheduled. She glanced at her Apple watch – 4.13pm. She was almost 15 minutes late, not a good first impression. She stepped out of the car, wincing slightly as she felt the waistband of her tights squeezing her very full bladder, locking it and hurrying up to the front door of the apartment building. For a brief moment, Kyla thought that she might actually just have time to run in and quickly use the loo before the viewing, as Mr Jones hadn’t arrived yet. As she was fiddling around with the keys, she heard a car door close and the sound of footsteps walking up the path behind her. She heard a male voice call her name, and she turned around, smiling confidently. ‘Good afternoon, you must be Mr Jones’ she said, looking at the handsome, smartly dressed man walking towards her. ‘How are you?’ she asked, as Mr Jones walked up to her and shook her hand. ‘Fine thank you Kyla, how are you doing?’ he replied, smiling back at her. Kyla noticed him give her an appraising look up and down. Dressed professionally in a patterned blouse from Boohoo, a tight black miniskirt from PLT, black tights and smart black ballet flats, Kyla knew that she looked the part. The attractive 21 year old was used to attention from men, and she was determined to use her natural charm and selling ability to convince Mr Jones to make an offer on one of the properties. If only she could push the pressing, desperate urge to relieve her bladder to the back of her mind, she thought grimly as she crossed her legs as casually as possible. ‘I’m very well, thank you. I must apologise for being a few minutes late, Mr Jones, we’re incredibly busy at the moment and I’ve been back-to-back since 9 o’clock this morning. We’re the number one rated agency in the area, after all.’ She couldn’t help but bob a little on the spot, uncrossing her legs and moving from foot to foot before crossing them again, trying not to make it too obvious that her bladder was uncomfortably full. ‘I’m confident that you’ll be impressed with the properties that I have lined up for you to view this afternoon. As my client, your needs are extremely important to me’. It was a tried and tested line, and it seemed to work. He smiled, glancing down at her crossed legs for a moment before meeting her eye. ‘Sounds good, I’m very much looking forward to it. Shall we go inside?’ she said, and Kyla nodded. ‘Of course’ she replied, unlocking the door and leading him to the lift, pressing the button for the top floor. The brand-new penthouse apartment was beautiful and spacious, and Kyla had a feeling that Mr Jones was quietly impressed. He asked question after question, and she did her best to answer them all, occasionally needing to refer back to her notes. For the most part, she was able to keep her composure despite her increasingly desperate need to use the bathroom, although at one point while showing him one of the bedrooms she realised that she had been pacing around rather a lot, and had to really force herself to stand still, crossing her legs very tightly as she pressed her thighs together. After about 30 minutes, Mr Jones seemed satisfied and asked to move onto the next property. Just before leaving, Kyla glanced at her watch. It was just after 4.45pm. She still had two more properties that she wanted to show Mr Jones, and she was trying to work out just how long she still had to wait before she could finally use the loo back at the office. She probably wasn’t going to be back at the office until well after 6pm, possibly closer to 6.30pm if the traffic was bad or the viewings took longer than expected (which was extremely likely, she thought to herself, given how thorough Mr Jones had been at the first viewing). She had no idea how she was going to hold on that long, given that she was already struggling to stay professional and keep her composure. She looked back into the apartment, staring longingly towards the bathroom. Kyla had never once used the toilet during a property viewing with a client. The agency took pride in their reputation for professionalism and such behaviour would reflect very poorly on them. But she had never had to wait for so long before. She had often arrived back at the office bursting for the loo after hours of viewings, as had many of her colleagues, but she was already far more desperate for a wee than she had ever been before, with two more viewings still to finish with a very thorough and attentive client. For the briefest of moments, she considered asking Mr Jones to excuse her for a minute while she quickly used the bathroom, but she realised that doing so would be extremely unprofessional and she may even find himself in trouble with the head of the agency. No, she would bite her lip and hang on until the viewings were over, no matter how badly she wanted to pee. Kyla locked up and they both headed down in the lift, back to the car. As Mr Jones had been dropped at the property by his assistant, Kyla offered to drive him to the next viewing. The journey took around 15 minutes, most of which was spent sitting in queuing traffic. Kyla tried her best to sit still and not squirm around too much as the car crawled forwards in the queue, chatting politely about the property market in the area, but she was finding it incredibly difficult. If she had been driving on her own, she would have probably spent most of the journey wriggling in her seat and looking out for somewhere on the way where she could run in quickly and use the loo, but with Mr Jones sitting next to her in the front passenger seat, there was absolutely nothing she could do to ease her discomfort. Part of her hoped that he may have even noticed her predicament, especially given what she said earlier about being out on back-to-back viewings all day, and would ask her if she’d like to stop off for a short comfort break. Unfortunately for Kyla, he didn’t mention a break at all, and instead seemed eager to get to the next property. Eventually, they pulled up outside a large, detached house on a private estate. Once again, Mr Jones seemed quietly impressed at the size and splendour of the building, which had been recently renovated to very high standards. They went inside and Kyla took him from room to room, and although she was very knowledgeable about the house, her desperate need to pee was becoming a huge distraction and she kept losing her train of thought, or forgetting certain details such as what material the kitchen worksurfaces were made of. Even just standing still and not dancing on the spot was becoming extremely difficult, and she found herself frequently bouncing up and down on her tiptoes, crossing and uncrossing her legs, or stepping from foot to foot, biting her lip in desperation. They spent quite some time viewing the upstairs bedrooms, of which the house had several. Mr Jones clearly had very high standards and spent a lot of time inspecting the rooms, measuring up for furniture and making notes of his own, much to Kyla’ frustration. A couple of times she had risked bending over with her legs crossed while standing behind him, only to have to quickly straighten up as he turned around to ask her something. Her composure was slipping now and she was beginning to wonder whether she’d be able to hold on until they finally made it back to the office. Showing him the bathrooms, of which the house had several, was incredibly difficult as she was constantly being teased by the sight of the toilet, and several times she almost asked Mr Jones if he wouldn’t mind waiting while she very quickly ‘freshened up’. But she continued holding in her wee, her legs tightly crossed, determined to remain professional despite the almost overwhelming pressure in her bladder. Once Mr Jones was finally satisfied that he had seen everything, they went back downstairs and prepared to leave. Kyla glanced at her watch. The viewing had taken much longer than she was expecting, as it was now almost 6pm. The next property was only just down the road, probably 10 minutes away, but even so, she realised that there was absolutely no way that she was going to make it through the final viewing and back to the office without going for a wee first. She had never had to pee this badly in her entire life, and her bladder felt like it was going to explode. Despite her efforts to remain professional and composed, it was now becoming almost impossible and she genuinely didn’t know how much longer she could last. Besides, wetting herself in front of a very important client (which was quickly becoming a real possibility) would be far more unprofessional than quickly excusing herself to use the bathroom, she thought to herself. Mr Jones stood by the front door, looked expectantly at Kyla. ‘Ready to go?’ he asked with a smile, and she hesitated before replying. She was extremely shy about admitting her predicament, especially to a client, but at that moment she saw no other option. ‘I’m so sorry Mr Jones, I know this is really unprofessional of me, but do you mind if I very quickly go to the loo? I wouldn’t usually go during a viewing, but I’ve been waiting all day, and well… to be honest with you, I’m absolutely desperate.’ She crossed her legs and bobbed on the spot, struggling to keep her composure, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. ‘I don’t mind at all, Kyla. When you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go!’ Mr Jones said, a cheeky grin on his face, much to her relief. She had wondered whether he would be annoyed by her lack of professionalism, but in fact, he actually seemed to find her predicament rather amusing. Kyla smiled back, jiggling on the spot. ‘Thank you so much, Mr Jones. I’ll be back shortly. Sorry again.’ She turned and hurried back up the stairs towards the master bathroom, biting her lip. ‘Need a wee, need a wee, need a wee’ she muttered to herself as she hurried inside and shut the door, quickly stepping over to the toilet and opening the lid. She hurriedly unzipped her tight miniskirt, pulling it down to her thighs. She was just about to pull down her tights and knickers when she noticed something odd. The bathroom suite was obviously brand new, having been upgraded as part of the refurbishment, but there was no water in the bottom of the toilet. She tried flushing, and although she heard the clunk of the mechanism, no water appeared. Quickly, she walked over to the sink, her skirt still round her thighs, and tried both taps, but no water came out. She tried the bath taps for good measure, with the same result. She swore under her breath, yanking her skirt back up. Why hadn’t it occurred to her that the water to the property might be switched off? She had been so focused on trying to maintain her composure in front of Mr Jones while excusing herself that she hadn’t even thought about the possibility of not actually being able to pee. She sighed, tucking her blouse into her skirt and zipping it up, biting her lip as she stepped from foot to foot. She had no choice but to try and hold on and finally use the loo at the next property. Kyla left the bathroom and headed back down the stairs, where Mr Jones was waiting for her. ‘Relieved?’ he asked cheekily, and Kyla shook her head. ‘Erm…well… unfortunately not, Mr Jones. The water to the property appears to be turned off, so I couldn’t… erm…’ she trailed off, extremely embarrassed at her predicament. ‘You couldn’t use the loo?’ he asked, sounding surprised. She shook her head again, crossing her legs. ‘Oh no, Kyla… how frustrating’ he said sympathetically, glancing down at her crossed legs for a moment before meeting her eye. ‘Are you going to be OK?’ he asked her, sounding concerned. She nodded. ‘Yes, Mr Jones, I’ll be fine. I can manage until we get to the next property. Thank you for asking, though.’ Kyla knew that she was going to have to run to the loo the moment they arrived, she just hoped that she could wait that long. Fortunately, it wasn’t too far away, but even so, there were some traffic delays due to some roadworks and temporary traffic lights. As they sat in the queue waiting for the lights to change, Kyla was struggling to maintain her composure. In fact, all of her concentration was on making it to the next house without having a very embarrassing wetting accident and totally soaking her skirt, underwear and tights, as well as the car seat. ‘Oh my God, come onnnn’ she muttered as they inched forwards a few feet and then stopped once more, unable to hide her frustration. She jiggled her legs and moaned softly under her breath, placing one hand up high between her thighs and squeezing them together, very tightly. She glanced at Mr Jones, who was looking out at the long queue of the traffic in front of them. He looked over at her, glancing down at her legs for a moment before meeting her gaze, giving her a sympathetic smile. Kyla blushed as she realised that her skirt had ridden up and was revealing rather more of her legs than was appropriate. She removed her hand from between her thighs and wriggled around as she tried to pull her skirt down a bit, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. ‘Nothing worse than traffic when you’re dying for the loo’ he said jokily, filling the awkward silence, and she forced a smiled. ‘Oh God, I know. I do apologise, Mr Jones… this is so unprofessional of me’ she muttered, wriggling around in her seat as she inched the car forward a little more. He shook his head. ‘You don’t have to apologise, Kyla, it’s not your fault. You really should be allowed a loo break when you’re out on appointments all day… when did you last go?’ he asked her. Kyla thought for a moment, slightly taken aback by his directness. ‘Erm… about 6 o’clock this morning, when I woke up’ she answered truthfully. She let go of the steering wheel and squirmed awkwardly in her seat again, trying to move the seatbelt which had been pressing uncomfortably on her very full bladder. ‘Blimey… that’s more than 12 hours ago. No wonder you’re desperate, Kyla’ Mr Jones said as he glanced at his watch, sounding genuinely surprised. He looked up again at the traffic in front of them. ‘I don’t mind if you wanted to stop off somewhere, you know, for a comfort break’ he said helpfully, but Kyla shook her head. ‘Thank you, Mr Jones, but I’m fine to wait until we get to the house, honestly. It shouldn’t be too much longer’ she said, trying to sound relaxed, although there was a noticeable edge to her voice. She had actually already thought about stopping, but she couldn’t think of anywhere suitable close by. The traffic in front of them finally started moving, and she bit her lip as she gripped the steering wheel again and drove on. After a few more frantic minutes, they finally pulled into the private road and parked up outside the house, which was somehow even larger and grander than the previous one they had viewed. They walked quickly up the garden path to the front door, Kyla leading the way. She couldn’t help but cross her legs and bob on the spot as she tried to unlock the door. ‘Come on, come on’ she muttered in frustration, trying several keys before finally finding the right one and opening the door. The house was beautiful and extremely spacious inside, but all Kyla cared about at that precise moment was finally going for a wee. ‘Feel free to look around Mr Jones, I’ll just be a moment’ she said breathlessly. ‘Of course’ he replied, watching as Kyla hurried up the stairs. Kyla hurried across the large landing, accidentally walking into a couple of bedrooms before finally finding the large, luxurious master bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she unzipped her skirt as she rushed towards the toilet, before tugging it down and letting it fall to the floor around her feet. She was finally, at long last, going to be able to pee. She reached down, and opened the lid of the toilet. ‘Oh you have got to be fucking joking’ she muttered, wanting to scream in frustration. Just like in the previous house, the toilet was brand new, but there was no water at all in the bowl. The owners must have turned off the water supply. Poor Kyla was far more desperate than ever before in her entire life, standing in one of the most grand bathrooms she had ever seen with her bladder on the brink of exploding, but there was nowhere for her to wee! Kyla gasped as she felt a sudden spurt of warm pee soak into her knickers, and she quickly bent over and pressed a hand between her legs, letting out a quiet moan of desperation as she pressed her thighs together, clamping down over her fingers like a vice. She closed her eyes for a moment, willing herself to regain control, her heart pounding. It was like her long-suffering bladder had sensed that she was standing right in front of the toilet and was demanding release. After a few seconds, Kyla felt like she was in control again. She slowly straightened up and removed her hand from between her legs, running it gently over her abdomen. Her bladder was so plump and swollen that it was causing the material of her tights to stretch, and made her look several months pregnant. Kyla closed the lid of the toilet and yanked her skirt back up, moaning softly as she felt it compressing her bladder as she fastened the zipper. She had absolutely no choice now but to try and hold on until they were back in the office. Given how thorough Mr Jones had been at the previous viewings, Kyla knew that it was still going to be at least another hour before she could go for a wee. The thought of waiting that long made her want to cry. She could feel the dampness of her knickers between her legs, and she could hardly imagine holding on for another 5 minutes, let alone a whole hour or more. Kyla left the bathroom and walked slowly back downstairs, trying not to jolt her bladder too much. She walked through the large, open-plan living space before reaching the kitchen, where Mr Jones was looking at the appliances and making some notes. ‘So sorry, Mr Jones. We’ll proceed with the viewing now’ she said, her voice slightly strained as she crossed her legs. She was making a monumental effort to maintain control of her bladder. He turned around, smiling as he walked towards her. ‘No problem’ he said brightly, looking around at the wide open kitchen space. Kyla uncrossed her legs and danced from foot to foot as she opened her notebook and flicked through the property notes, biting her lip and jiggling up and down as she struggling to find the right page. ‘Did you not… erm…you know…go for a pee?’ Mr Jones asked awkwardly, clearly noticing that she couldn’t stand still. She felt her cheeks reddening once again as she realised how unprofessionally she was acting. ‘Unfortunately not, Mr Jones. The water supply has been turned off here as well’ she answered quietly, clearly extremely embarrassed at her predicament. ‘Oh god’ he said quietly. She bit her lip again as she stood on one leg for a moment, pressing her thighs together. ‘Are you going to be OK?’ Mr Jones asked her, sounding genuinely concerned. She nodded assertively. ‘Yes, Mr Jones, I’ll be fine. I’ll just have to hang on until we’re back in the office’ she said, as casually as possible, but her voice was trembling slightly with the effort of keeping her muscles clenched. She sighed under her breath and re-crossed her legs as tightly as she could, determined to get through the viewing without an embarrassing accident. Kyla showed Mr Jones the downstairs first, taking him around the kitchen and the numerous sitting rooms. She was barely able to concentrate on her notes now, and almost all of her attention and focus was on holding in her wee. Standing still was almost impossible, and she was unable to disguise her frantic ‘need a wee’ dance as she constantly stumbled over her words or lost her place on the page. At one point, while showing Mr Jones the spacious living room and telling him about the expensive refurbishments, she had felt herself leak into her knickers again as she lost control of her overfull bladder for just one short moment, followed seconds later by a second, longer spurt. Kyla stopped talking abruptly and bent over, crossing her legs tightly and moaning under her breath with the effort to hold on. ‘I’m really sorry, Mr Jones’ she muttered, slowly straightening up after managing to regain control. ‘It’s absolutely fine, Kyla. You must be bursting’ he replied calmly, watching her with concern. Her underwear felt very, very damp now, and she was sure she could feel a dribble of wee slowly teasing its way down her inner thigh, soaking into her tights. After much more desperate squirming, jiggling, dancing and leg crossing, Kyla managed to finish showing Mr Jones the remaining downstairs rooms without any further leaks. It was time to see the upstairs, and she knew that it was going to be incredibly difficult to finish the viewing and make it back to the office without letting any more wee escape from her swollen bladder. She knew that she had no choice but to try, even though her muscles were beginning to tire and her voice was trembling slightly with the effort of waiting. It was now just after 6.30pm, more than 12 and a half hours since she had last had a wee first thing that morning. She thought back to all of the huge mugs of tea and coffee that various clients had made for her throughout the day, as well as all of the water she had gulped down in her car between appointments. She could picture all of that liquid now sitting inside her bladder, stretching it out to the size of a watermelon, and tried not to imagine how incredible it would feel to finally let it all out. They went upstairs and started with the luxurious master bedroom with en-suite bathroom, and Mr Jones spent quite a bit of time taking detailed notes and measurements. Kyla took the opportunity to pace around, occasionally walking back onto the landing in order to bend over and reach under her skirt to hold herself again, crossing her legs tightly and closing her eyes, moaning quietly under her breath in desperation as she willed herself to continue holding on. At one point, she even wandered into the en-suite bathroom and checked the toilet, hoping that there might be some slim chance that there was enough water in the cistern to flush it, but just like the master bathroom, the toilet was brand new with no water in the bowl. Finally, Mr Jones was satisfied and they moved onto the next bedroom. ‘I’ll be as quick as I can, Kyla’ he said quietly, watching her as she crossed her legs again in a vain attempt to stand still. She shook her head. ‘Please, feel free to take as much time as you need, Mr Jones. You’re my client, after all, and I don’t want to rush you’ she replied breathlessly, bobbing and bending forwards slightly in desperation, longing to hold herself again. Mr Jones did seem to be working slightly more quickly than before, perhaps aware that she was now really struggling to hold her bladder, for which she was secretly thankful. After all, she was essentially trapped here with nowhere to pee until he was satisfied that the viewing was over. They continued through the upstairs rooms, viewing several more bedrooms, bathrooms and storage areas. Kyla was really, really struggling to hold on now, and as the minutes ticked by, she was unable to prevent several more leaks of warm pee dribbling into her underwear, no matter how hard she tried. She was finding it harder and harder to regain control each time, and the feeling of the little drops of wee slowly teasing down her inner thighs was not helping her situation at all. She found that standing in the master bathroom was particularly difficult, and she had to stand with her legs very firmly crossed as she described the expensive rainfall shower and jacuzzi bath. She kept casting longing glances towards the toilet, which had not gone unnoticed by Mr Jones, who remarked on how frustrated she must be feeling, standing right next to a toilet that she wasn’t allowed to use. Finally, at long last, they had finished viewing all of the upstairs rooms. ‘I’m sorry Kyla, I know you must be absolutely dying to finish for the day, but could I have a very quick look around the kitchen one more time?’ Mr Jones asked as they walked back downstairs. ‘Of course, Mr Jones. You can take as much time as you need’ she replied, her voice trembling slightly. As they stepped into the kitchen, she glanced at her watch. It was now nearly 7pm, almost 13 hours since her last pee. Kyla was beginning to inwardly panic, now. She was probably only around 15 minutes away from getting back to the office and finally being able to use a toilet, but she genuinely didn’t think she was going to be able to hold on for that long. And besides, how on Earth was she supposed to concentrate on driving in her incredibly desperate state? For a brief moment, she considered asking Mr Jones to excuse her while she ran out onto the garden and relieved herself behind a suitably sized bush. Surely he would be understanding and sympathetic, rather than disgusted? She quickly put aside this idea though, remembering that both the front and back of the property were covered by high-definition security cameras, and she would definitely lose her job if the owners were to check the footage and see her squatting for a wee in their garden. No, she was just going to have to try her hardest to hold on until they were finally back at the office, even if it seemed like an impossible task. She watched as Mr Jones wandered slowly around the kitchen again, before walking back over to her. ‘This really is a fantastic house, Kyla. Thank you for showing it to me’ he said, beaming at her. ‘You’re welcome, Mr Jones’ she said quietly, forcing a smile. At that moment, she felt another few drops of warm pee dribble out into her sodden knickers, quickly followed by several longer spurts. ‘Oh god’ she whispered, frantically crossing her legs and bending over, desperately fighting to get control. ‘Don’t pee… don’t pee… don’t pee’ she thought to herself, closing her eyes for a moment. All thoughts of professionalism were out of the window now. Somehow, with an almost superhuman effort, she managed to clamp off the flow. ‘Oh Kyla… are you alright?’ Mr Jones asked kindly, and she shook her head, not daring to open her eyes. She knew that her knickers and the crotch of her tights were completely drenched now, and several dribbles of pee were trickling slowly down her legs. She felt herself starting to leak yet again, and she knew then that she had reached the limits of her capacity. Her plump, swollen bladder could stretch no more, and was now contracting, forcing her to let go ‘I’m so sorry, Mr Jones... I can’t hold it anymore’ she muttered, defeated, looking down in embarrassment as pee began to gush out of her, pooling inside her knickers before pouring down her legs in a tremendous waterfall, splattering noisily on the tiled floor. Frantically, she kicked off her shoes to save them from getting drenched, sending them flying halfway across the kitchen. She covered her face with her hands in shame, tears forming in her eyes as she continued to wet herself, completely unable to stop the flow. Her black tights were starting to glisten with wetness as they quickly became sodden with urine, and all she could do was watch helplessly through her fingers as a puddle of pee began to grow around her feet. Neither Kyla nor Mr Jones spoke, the only sounds were the hissing and gushing of her wee which continued to pour out of her, soaking into her knickers and tights, and her quiet moans of relief. Finally, after what was only a couple of minutes but felt like an eternity to Kyla, she finished wetting herself. ‘I’m so, so sorry, Mr Jones. I can only apologise for my unprofessionalism’ she said softly, finally finding the courage to look up at him and meet his eye. ‘Oh Kyla, it’s not your fault, there’s really no need for you to apologise. Do you feel better now?’ he asked gently. ‘So much better’ she replied shyly, nodding. She was feeling incredibly, blissfully relieved after enduring an uncomfortably full bladder for so many hours. However, she was also intensely embarrassed, more so than ever before in her life. Her cheeks had turned a deep shade of scarlet, and her mouth had become dry, a faint ringing in her ears. She was totally humiliated and ashamed, and she felt like she was about to cry. She had been so focused on maintaining her professionalism in front of her client, and now here she was in front of him, in the kitchen of a very expensive house, her knickers, tights and the back of her miniskirt completely drenched, standing helplessly in a huge puddle of wee. There was an awkward silence, neither of them knowing what to say. Kyla needed to focus now on cleaning up, the problem was that she couldn’t actually move anywhere without walking a trail of wet footprints through the house. ‘Mr Jones, I have some paper towels and cleaning wipes in the boot of my car, may I possibly ask you to get them for me?’ she asked him shyly, and he nodded. ‘Of course, Kyla’ he replied, his tone business-like. He didn’t seem to be at all disgusted or annoyed by the fact that she had wet herself, and for that, she was grateful. She stepped forwards, her feet splashing noisily in her puddle of pee as she handed him her car keys. While Mr Jones was fetching the things from the car, Kyla took the opportunity to reach underneath her skirt and peel off her dripping wet tights and knickers. She didn’t have a change of clothes, and not wanting to go commando in such a short skirt, she had to wring her sodden knickers out before quickly putting them back on, barely managing to pull them up in time before Mr Jones returned. Fortunately for Kyla, her skirt was mostly dry apart from the back, which had a large damp patch. She did her best to clean up her puddle with the paper towels, using up most of the roll, before cleaning the floor with the wipes. Mr Jones offered to help her, but she was adamant that she would do it herself. After all, she thought to herself, its unprofessional enough that she had wet herself in front of a client, and she certainly wasn’t going to make him help to clean up her puddle. It ended up taking longer than expected to get back to the office due to traffic, and by the time they had parked up and were walking into reception, Kyla was absolutely bursting for a wee again. Embarrassed, she had to quickly excuse herself and literally sprint to the loo which was fortunately close by, much to the amusement of Mr Jones. She only just made it, and she sighed with relief as she threw herself down on the toilet and released, her stream hissing noisily against the bowl. She was peeing for a surprisingly long time, and she guessed that her bladder had been so agonisingly full when she’d wet herself that she hadn’t actually emptied it completely. She took the opportunity to quickly dry her wet knickers under the hand-dryer before returning to Mr Jones, who told her that his assistant was about to arrive to pick him up. He made an appointment with her to view some more properties at the same time the following week, and as they shook hands, they gave each other a knowing smile. Please note, this is a re-write of the original, which featured a male estate agent getting desperate while showing houses to a female client. If you'd like to read the original as well, you can find it here:
  14. James swore under his breath, staring at the red light, willing it to turn to green. He tapped his hands on his thighs in frustration, leaning forwards in the driver’s seat of the fancy company car belonging to the high-end real estate agency he worked for. 'Come on… come on' he muttered, before it finally changed and he sped off down the road, only to have to stop once more at yet another set of traffic lights, much to his annoyance. He was running late to an appointment with a very important client, who he knew only as Mrs Jones. He didn’t know much about her, only that she was a very successful local businesswoman and had an impressive property portfolio, which she was looking to expand with some new luxury apartments and newly renovated houses which had come onto the market in the last few days. James was in for a huge commission if he could show her a few of the properties and make a sale, but was in danger of losing this altogether if he didn’t get to the appointment ASAP. He squirmed in his seat, staring at the light which was staying stubbornly red. His lateness wasn’t the only reason for his impatience though. He reached down and gave his penis a quick squeeze through his expensive suit trousers, groaning softly under his breath, squirming yet again before the light changed to green and he drove on. James was absolutely bursting to go to the toilet. It had been an extremely busy day, and he had been out on appointments since 9am that morning. He hadn’t been able to take a single break, not even for the loo, and he’d been needing to pee for hours. As it was a warm day he had made sure to stay well hydrated, and the 2 litre bottle of water he had brought with him in the car was now almost empty, and he’d also politely accepted several cups of tea and coffee from clients during the day. He turned into the road and pulled up outside the block of brand new luxury apartments, where his first viewing with Mrs Jones was scheduled. He glanced at his watch – 4.13pm. He was almost 15 minutes late, not a good first impression. He allowed himself one final squeeze of his member before stepping out the car, wincing slightly as he felt his very full bladder pressing against his waistband, locking it and hurrying up to the front door of the apartment building. For a moment, he thought Mrs Jones had not yet arrived, and for a brief moment he thought he might just have time to nip in and quickly use the loo before the viewing, much to his relief. As he was fiddling around with the keys, he heard a car door close and the sound of heels clicking on the path behind him. He heard a female voice call his name. He turned around, smiling confidently. ‘Good afternoon, you must be Mrs Jones’ he said, looking at the beautiful, elegantly dressed woman walking towards him. ‘How are you?’ he asked, as she walked up to him and gave him an appraising look up and down. Tall, handsome and dressed in a bespoke fitted pale grey suit, James knew he looked the part. At 25 years old, he was probably at least 10 years younger than her, but was confident that he’d be able to charm her. If only he could push the pressing, desperate urge to relieve his bladder to the back of his mind, he thought grimly as he crossed his legs as casually as possible. ‘Fine thank you James, how are you doing?’ she asked, smiling back at him. ‘I’m very well, thank you. I must apologise for being a few minutes late, Mrs Jones, we’re incredibly busy at the moment and I’ve been back-to-back since 9 o’clock this morning. We’re the number one rated agency in the area, after all.’ He couldn’t help but bob a little on the spot, uncrossing his legs and moving from foot to foot before crossing them again, trying not to make it too obvious that his bladder was uncomfortably full. ‘I’m confident that you’ll be impressed with the properties that I have lined up for you to view this afternoon. As my client, your needs are extremely important to me’. It was a tried and tested line, and it seemed to work. She smiled, glancing down at his crossed legs for a moment before meeting his eye. ‘Sounds good, I’m very much looking forward to it. Shall we go inside?’ she said, and James nodded. ‘Of course’ he replied, unlocking the door and leading her to the lift, pressing the button for the top floor. The brand-new penthouse apartment was beautiful and spacious, and James had a feeling that Mrs Jones was quietly impressed. She asked question after question, and he did his best to answer them all, occasionally needing to refer back to his notes. For the most part, he was able to keep his composure despite his increasingly desperate need to use the bathroom, although at one point while showing her one of the bedrooms he realised that he had been pacing around rather too much, and while trying his hardest to stand still, he had resorted to putting his hand in his pocket and giving his cock a very quick squeeze, only to realise that she had been looking directly at him. She didn’t say anything, much to his relief, but from the smile on her face as they left the bedroom, he had a feeling that she had noticed. After about 30 minutes, she seemed satisfied and asked to move onto the next property. Just before leaving, James glanced at his watch. It was just after 4.45pm. He still had two more properties that he wanted to show Mrs Jones, and he was trying to work out just how long he still had to wait before he could finally use the loo back at the office. He probably wasn’t going to be back at the office until well after 6pm, possibly closer to 6.30pm if the traffic was bad or the viewings look longer than expected (which was extremely likely, he thought to himself, given how thorough Mrs Jones had been at the first viewing). He had no idea how he was going to hold on that long, given that he was already struggling to stay professional and keep his composure. He looked back into the apartment, staring longingly towards the bathroom. James had never once used the toilet during a property viewing with a client. The agency took pride in their reputation for professionalism and such behaviour would reflect very poorly on them. But he had never had to wait for so long before. He had often arrived back at the office bursting for the loo after hours of viewings, as had many of his colleagues, but he was already far more desperate to piss than he had ever been before, with two more viewings still to finish with a very thorough and attentive client. For the briefest of moments, he considered asking Mrs Jones to excuse him for a minute while he quickly used the bathroom, but he realised that doing so would be extremely unprofessional and he may even find himself in trouble with the head of the agency. No, he would grit his teeth and hang on until the viewings were over, no matter how badly he wanted to piss. James locked up and they both headed down in the lift, back to the car. As Mrs Jones had been dropped at the property by her driver, James offered to drive her to the next viewing. The journey took around 15 minutes, most of which was spent sitting in queuing traffic. James tried his best to sit still and not squirm around too much as the car crawled forwards in the queue, chatting politely about the property market in the area, but he was finding it incredibly difficult. If he had been driving on his own, he would have probably spent most of the journey holding himself and looking out for somewhere on the way where he could use the loo, but with Mrs Jones sitting next to him in the front passenger seat, there was absolutely nothing he could do to ease his discomfort. Part of him hoped that she had noticed his predicament, especially given what he said earlier about being out on back-to-back viewings all day, and would ask him if he’d like to stop off for a short comfort break. Unfortunately for James, she didn’t mention a break at all, and instead seemed eager to get to the next property. Eventually, they pulled up outside a large, detached house on a private estate. Once again, Mrs Jones seemed quietly impressed at the size and splendour of the building, which had been recently renovated to very high standards. They went inside and James took her from room to room, and although he was very knowledgeable about the house, his incredibly desperate need to urinate was becoming a huge distraction and he kept losing his train of thought, or mis-remembering certain details such as what the kitchen work surfaces were made of. Even just standing still and not pacing, dancing, squirming, bobbing or bending was becoming extremely difficult, and he found himself frequently crossing and uncrossing his legs, or hopping up and down on the balls of his feet, gritting his teeth in desperation. More than once, he couldn’t resist giving his cock a really quick squeeze, hiding it with his leather-bound notepad. When removing their footwear in order to view the upstairs, James had really struggled to bend down, moaning softly under his breath as he compressed his bladder trying to untie his smart black shoes and pull them off, very much the opposite of Mrs Jones who had elegantly stepped out of her Louboutin heels and watched James struggling with a look of mild amusement on her face. They spent quite some time viewing the upstairs bedrooms, of which the house had several. Mrs Jones clearly had very high standards and spent a lot of time inspecting the rooms, measuring up for furniture and making notes of her own, much to James’ frustration. A couple of times he had risked bending over and holding himself through his suit trousers while standing behind her, only to have to quickly straighten up as she turned around to ask him something. His composure was slipping now and he was beginning to wonder whether he’d be able to make it back to the office with dry trousers. Showing her the bathrooms, of which the house had several, was incredibly difficult as he was constantly being teased by the sight of the toilet, and several times he almost asked Mrs Jones if she wouldn’t mind waiting while he very quickly made use of the facilities. But he continued holding, through gritted teeth, determined to remain professional despite the almost overwhelming pressure in his bladder. Once Mrs Jones was finally satisfied that she had seen everything, they went back downstairs and prepared to leave. James glanced at his watch. The viewing had taken much longer than he was expecting, as it was now almost 6pm. The next property was only just down the road, probably 10 minutes away, but even so, he realised that there was absolutely no way that he was going make it through the final viewing and back to the office without using the toilet. He had never been this desperate to piss in his life, and his bladder felt like it was going to explode. Despite his efforts to remain professional and composed, it was now becoming almost impossible and he genuinely didn’t know how much longer he could last. Besides, wetting his pants in front of a very important client (which was quickly becoming a real possibility) would be far more unprofessional than quickly excusing himself to use the bathroom, he thought to himself. Mrs Jones stepped back into her heels and looked expectantly at James. ‘Ready to go?’ she asked with a smile and he hesitated before replying. He was extremely shy about admitting his predicament, especially to a client, but at that moment he saw no other option. ‘Erm, yes. It’s just…well…’ he trailed off, crossing his legs awkwardly. ‘I’m so sorry Mrs Jones, I know this is incredibly unprofessional, but… erm… I really, really need to go to the toilet. I wouldn’t usually go during a viewing, but I’ve been holding on all day and well… to be honest with you, my bladder is extremely full’ He bobbed on the spot, looking at her sheepishly, his cheeks now burning with embarrassment. ‘Would you possibly excuse me for a moment while I use the loo?’ he asked shyly. ‘I’ll be very quick’ he added, his voice quiet, totally different from his usual confident tone. She watched him as he uncrossed his legs and bent forwards for a moment before straightening up and stepping from foot to foot, barely able to keep his composure now. ‘Yes, of course James. When you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go!’ she said, a cheeky grin on her face, much to his relief. He had wondered whether she would be annoyed by his lack of professionalism, but in fact, she actually seemed to find his predicament rather amusing. James smiled back, jiggling on the spot. ‘Thank you so much, Mrs Jones. I’ll be back shortly. Sorry again.’ He turned and hurried back up the stairs towards the master bathroom, gritting his teeth. ‘God I need to piss I need to piss I need to piss’ he muttered to himself as he hurried inside and shut the door, grappling with his belt as he ran over to the toilet. As he opened the lid, however, he noticed something odd. The bathroom suite was obviously brand new, having been upgraded as part of the refurbishment, but there was no water in the bottom of the toilet. He tried flushing, and although he heard the clunk of the mechanism, no water appeared. Quickly, he walked over to the sink and tried both taps, but no water came out. He tried the bath taps for good measure, with the same result. He swore under his breath, bending over and gripping himself tightly through his trousers. Why hadn’t it occurred to him that the water to the property might be switched off? He had been so focused on trying to maintain his composure in front of Mrs Jones while excusing himself that he hadn’t even thought about the possibility of him not actually being able to relieve himself. He walked back over to the toilet, still squeezing his cock for dear life, and wondered if he could get away with peeing in it anyway, but there was just no way. The owners would know exactly who was responsible and he would definitely lose his job. He had no choice but to hang on and use the facilities at the next property. He closed the toilet lid and gave himself a moment to compose himself, re-fastening his belt and looking in the bathroom mirror to straighten his tie and fix his hair. ‘You can do this’ he muttered, looking at himself in the mirror as he danced from foot to foot. ‘Just hang on until you get to the next house and then you can go. You’ve been desperate so many times before, you have to hold it almost every day at work, you have a bladder of steel. You can wait.’ He treated himself to one final cock squeeze before leaving the bathroom and heading back down the stairs, where Mrs Jones was waiting for him. ‘Relieved?’ she asked cheekily, and James shook his head grimly. ‘Erm…well… unfortunately not, Mrs Jones. The water to the property appears to be turned off, so I couldn’t… erm…’ he trailed off, extremely embarrassed at his predicament. ‘You couldn’t use the loo?’ she asked, sounding surprised. He shook his head again, bending forwards and looking up at her sheepishly. ‘Oh gosh, James… how frustrating’ she said sympathetically, watching him as he sat down on the bottom of the stairs to put his shoes back on. ‘Are you going to be OK?’ she asked him, sounding concerned. He nodded. ‘Yes, Mrs Jones, I’ll be fine. I can manage until we get to the next property. Thank you for asking, though’. James knew that he was going to have to run to the loo the moment they arrived, he just hoped that he could wait that long. Fortunately, it wasn’t too far away, but even so, there were some traffic delays due to some roadworks and temporary traffic lights. As they sat in the queue waiting for the lights to change, James was struggling to maintain his composure. In fact, all of his concentration was on making it to the next house without having a very embarrassing wetting accident and totally soaking both his suit trousers and his car seat. ‘Oh my God’ he muttered as they inched forwards a few feet and then stopped once more, unable to hide his frustration. He jiggled his legs and sucked in air through his teeth, pressing his clenched fist against his jiggling thigh for a few moments before giving his cock a very firm squeeze. He glanced at Mrs Jones, and noticed that her eyes were fixed on his crotch. He quickly let go of himself and she looked up to meet his gaze, giving him a sympathetic smile. ‘I do apologise, Mrs Jones’ he muttered, blushing like crazy. ‘It’s OK, I don’t mind. You must be absolutely bursting’ she replied softly. She paused for a few seconds, looking out at the long queue of traffic in front of them, before turning back to him. ‘You really should be allowed a loo break when you’re out on appointments all day… when did you last go?’ she asked gently. He thought for a moment, slightly taken aback by her directness. ‘Erm… about 6 o’clock this morning, when I woke up’ he answered, truthfully, blushing even harder as he pressed his thighs together for a moment, running his hands over them, before resuming his jiggling. ‘Oh James, you poor thing. That’s an awfully long time to go without relief’ she said, her voice full of sympathy. He nodded, biting his lip. ‘More than 12 hours, Mrs Jones. I’ve had so much to drink today, as well. Water, tea, coffee…’ he trailed off, squirming in his seat and letting out a quiet moan as he tried to pull the seatbelt slightly away from his very full bladder. ‘Oh bless you… you’ve done incredibly well to last until now’ she said quietly, leaning over and giving his arm a gentle squeeze. James had the feeling that she was probably rather enjoying his predicament, more so than she was letting on. He squirmed again as he put the car into gear, now that the traffic was finally starting to move. After a few more minutes, they finally pulled into the private road and parked up outside the house, which was somehow even larger and grander than the previous one they had viewed. They walked quickly up the garden path to the front door, James leading the way. He couldn’t help but cross his legs and bob on the spot as he tried to unlock the door. ‘Come on, come on’ he muttered in frustration, trying several keys before finally finding the right one and opening the door. The house was beautiful and extremely spacious inside, but all James cared about at that precise moment was finally reaching a toilet. ‘Feel free to look around Mrs Jones, I’m afraid you’ll have to excuse me for one moment’ he said breathlessly, reaching down to take his shoes off as quickly as possible. ‘Of course’ she said, watching as James placed his shoes neatly by the front door and hurried up the stairs, gritting his teeth and already starting to unbuckle his belt and undo his waistband in anticipation of bladder relief. James hurried across the large landing, his belt now unbuckled and the waistband of his suit trousers unclasped, accidentally walking into a couple of bedrooms before finally finding the large, luxurious master bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he walked towards the toilet, taking long, purposeful strides. He was finally, at long last, going to be able to piss. He reached down, and opened the lid. ‘Oh you have got to be fucking joking’ he muttered. Just like in the previous house, the toilet was brand new, but there was no water at all in the bowl. The owners must have turned off the water supply. He was more desperate than ever before in his entire life, in one of the most grand bathrooms he had ever seen, his bladder on the brink of exploding, but there was nowhere for him to piss! He groaned and swore under his breath, bending over, squeezing himself frantically through his boxers, fighting to maintain control. He closed the lid of the toilet and looked around the bathroom, checking in the cupboards, for something, anything, that he could relieve himself into, but there was absolutely nothing. He tried the sink taps, the bath taps, and even the shower, but there was no water at all. He had absolutely no choice but to hold his bladder until after the viewing was over and he was back in the office. Given how thorough Mrs Jones had been at the previous viewings, he knew that it was still going to be at least another hour before he could use a toilet. How he was going to wait that long, he had no idea. He could hardly imagine holding on for another 5 minutes, let alone a whole hour or more. He gritted his teeth and hopped from foot to foot as he zipped up his suit trousers and re-fastened his belt. His long-suffering bladder was now so agonisingly full, so swollen and plump, that it was bulging out too much for him to be able to fasten the clasp of his waistband. Once again, he checked his appearance in the mirror, adjusting his tie and neatening his hair, allowing himself one long, hard squeeze of his cock through his suit trousers before opening the bathroom door and heading back downstairs, determined to finish the viewing as quickly as possible. Not wanting to waste time putting his shoes back on, he walked through the large, open-plan living space before reaching the kitchen, where Mrs Jones was looking at the appliances and making some notes. He cleared his throat. ‘Sorry about that, Mrs Jones. We’ll proceed with the viewing now’ he said, his voice slightly strained as he crossed his legs. He was making a monumental effort to maintain control of his bladder. She turned around and walked slowly towards him. ‘No problem’ she said brightly, standing right next to him as she looked around at the wide open kitchen space. He jiggled as he opened his notebook and flicked through the property notes, struggling to find the right page. She turned to him and placed her hand on his arm again. ‘Most importantly, have you had a wee?’ she added quietly, smiling gently at him. He was rather embarrassed at the bluntness of her question, and felt his cheeks reddening once again. ‘Erm… no. Unfortunately I haven’t, Mrs Jones. The water supply has been turned off here as well’ he answered quietly, meeting her gaze. ‘Oh god’ she said quietly. He shifted position and bobbed on the spot, and she gave his arm a gentle squeeze in sympathy. ‘I really do feel for you, James. You must be suffering really badly… are you going to be OK?’ she asked him, sounding genuinely concerned. James bit his lip before replying. ‘Yes, Mrs Jones, I’ll be fine. I’ll just have to hang on until we’re back in the office’ he said, as casually as possible, but his voice was trembling slightly with the effort of holding such an enormous amount of urine inside him. He sighed under his breath and re-crossed his legs yet again, determined to get through the viewing without an embarrassing accident. James showed Mrs Jones the downstairs first, taking her around the kitchen and the numerous sitting rooms. He was barely able to concentrate on his notes now, and almost all of his attention and focus was on holding in his piss. Standing still was almost impossible, and he was unable to disguise his frantic ‘need a wee’ dance as he constantly stumbled over his words or lost his place on the page, struggling to answer her constant questions about the house and the area. At one point, while showing her the spacious living room and telling her about the expensive refurbishments, he had felt himself leak into his boxers as he lost control of his overfull bladder for just one short moment, followed seconds later by a second, longer spurt. He stopped talking abruptly and bent over, gripping his penis tightly through his suit trousers, moaning under his breath with the effort to regain control. He continued to hold himself for a few seconds, gritting his teeth, before glancing up. ‘I’m so sorry, Mrs Jones. This is incredibly unprofessional of me’ he muttered, before releasing his penis and slowly straightening up as he managed to regain control. ‘It’s absolutely fine, James. You must be really struggling’ she replied softly, watching him with concern. His boxers felt damp against his penis, but thankfully, a quick glance down at his crotch confirmed that it wasn’t showing on his trousers. After much more desperate squirming, jiggling, bobbing and pacing, James managed to finish showing Mrs Jones the remaining downstairs rooms without any further leaks. It was time to see the upstairs, and he knew that it was going to be incredibly difficult to finish the viewing and make it back to the office without letting any more piss escape his swollen bladder. He knew that he had no choice but to try, even though his muscles were beginning to tire and his voice was trembling slightly with the effort of waiting. It was now just after 6.30pm, more than 12 and a half hours since he had last relieved himself first thing that morning. He thought back to all of the huge mugs of tea and coffee that various clients had made for him throughout the day, as well as all of the water he had gulped down in his car between appointments. He could picture all of that liquid now sitting inside his bladder, stretching it out to the size of a watermelon, and tried not to imagine how incredible it would feel to finally let it all out. Mrs Jones stepped out of her heels, placing them neatly next to his shoes before walking up the stairs, James following behind. They started with the luxurious master bedroom with en-suite bathroom, and Mrs Jones spent quite a bit of time taking detailed notes and measurements. James took the opportunity to pace around, occasionally walking back onto the landing in order to bend over and hold himself again without her noticing, his eyes closed, moaning quietly under his breath in desperation, willing himself to continue holding on. At one point, he even wandered into the en-suite bathroom and checked the toilet, hoping that there might be some slim chance that there was enough water in the cistern to flush it, but just like the master bathroom, the toilet was brand new with no water in the bowl. Finally, Mrs Jones was satisfied and they moved onto the next bedroom. As they entered the room, she stood next to him for a moment, glancing around the room as he described the various refurbishments that had been made with as much professionalism as he could muster, jigging subtly from foot to foot. Once he was finished, she turned to him and placed her hand gently on his arm again. ‘I’ll be as quick as I can, James’ she said quietly, watching him closely as he crossed his legs in a vain attempt to stand still. He shook his head. ‘Please, feel free to take as much time as you need, Mrs Jones. You’re my client, after all, and I don’t want to rush you’ he replied breathlessly, bobbing and bending forwards slightly in desperation, longing to hold himself again. She smiled and squeezed his arm gently before stepping forwards and measuring up the room. She did seem to be working slightly more quickly than before, perhaps aware that he was now really struggling to hold his bladder, for which he was secretly thankful. After all, he was essentially trapped here with nowhere to pee until she was satisfied that the viewing was over. They continued through the upstairs rooms, viewing several more bedrooms, bathrooms and storage areas. James was really, really struggling to hold on now, and as the minutes ticked by, he was unable to prevent several more leaks of warm pee dribbling out the end of his cock, no matter how hard he tried. He was finding it harder and harder to regain control each time, and he could feel how damp his boxers were quickly becoming. The feeling of the warm, wet cotton rubbing uncomfortably against his penis was not helping his situation at all. He found that standing in the master bathroom was particularly difficult, and he had to hold himself as discretely as possible, hidden behind his notebook, dancing from foot to foot as he described the expensive rainfall shower and jacuzzi bath. He kept casting longing glances towards the toilet, which had not gone unnoticed by Mrs Jones, who remarked on how frustrated he must be feeling, standing right next to a toilet that he wasn’t allowed to use. Finally, at long last, they had finished viewing all of the upstairs rooms. ‘I’m sorry James, I know you must be absolutely dying to finish for the day, but could I possibly view the wonderful kitchen one more time?’ she asked him as they walked back downstairs. ‘Of course, Mrs Jones. You can take as much time as you need’ he replied, his voice trembling slightly. As they stepped into the kitchen, he glanced at his watch. It was now nearly 7pm, almost 13 hours since his last pee. He was beginning to inwardly panic, now. He was probably only around 15 minutes away from getting back to the office and finally being able to use a toilet, but he genuinely didn’t think he was going to be able to hold on for that long. And besides, how on Earth was he supposed to concentrate on driving in his incredibly desperate state? For a brief moment, he considered asking Mrs Jones to excuse him while he ran out onto the garden patio and relieved himself into a suitable flowerbed. Surely she would be understanding and sympathetic, rather than disgusted? He quickly put aside this idea though, remembering that both the front and back of the property were covered by high-definition security cameras, and he would definitely lose his job if the owners were to check the footage. No, he was just going to have to try his hardest to hold on until they were finally back at the office, even if it seemed like an impossible task. He watched as Mrs Jones wandered slowly around the kitchen again, before walking back over to him. ‘This really is a very lovely house, James, I absolutely love it. Thank you so much for bringing me here’ she said, beaming at him. ‘You’re welcome, Mrs Jones’ he said quietly, forcing a smile. At that moment, he felt another few drops of warm piss dribble out the end of his cock into his damp boxers, quickly followed by several longer spurts, lasting for several seconds. ‘Oh god’ he muttered, quickly crossing his legs and bending over, squeezing his cock firmly, desperately fighting to get control. ‘Don’t piss… don’t piss… don’t piss…’ he thought to himself, closing his eyes for a moment. All thoughts of professionalism were out of the window now. Somehow, with an almost superhuman effort, he managed to clamp off the flow. ‘Oh James… your trousers’ Mrs Jones said softly, her eyes on his crotch. He glanced down, and was shocked to see a large, glistening wet patch, emanating from the tip of his penis bulge and covering almost his entire thigh, slowly seeping down to his knee. He felt himself starting to leak yet again, and he knew then that he had reached the limits of his capacity. His plump, swollen bladder could stretch no more, and was now contracting, forcing him to let go ‘I’m so sorry, Mrs Jones... I can’t hold it anymore’ he muttered, defeated, looking down in embarrassment as a strong stream of pee forced its way out of his penis, gushing noisily into his trousers. Slowly, he let go of his cock and straightened up, uncrossing his legs. He knew that it was hopeless trying to hold on now that the floodgates had already opened. A torrent of urine cascaded down his inner thigh before running down his leg and into his sock, the pale grey material of his immaculately cut trousers quickly turning dark, clinging to him and glistening as it became drenched in his piss. He gasped softly with relief as he continued to wet himself, looking down and watching helplessly as one leg of his trousers became completely sodden, his socks now soaking wet as a puddle of urine began to grow around his feet on the tiled floor. After about a minute or so, James reached down and awkwardly manoeuvred his penis so that it was pointing down his other leg, still peeing forcefully. He was trying to get as much of it soaked into his trousers as possible, mindful of the ever-growing puddle around him. Neither James nor Mrs Jones spoke, the only sounds were the hissing and gushing of the urine which continued to soak into his trousers and socks, and his quiet gasps of relief as his bladder continued to empty with force. Finally, after what was only a couple of minutes but felt like an eternity to James, he finished wetting himself. ‘I’m so, so sorry, Mrs Jones. I can only apologise for my unprofessionalism’ he said softly, finally finding the courage to look up at her and meet her eye. ‘Oh James, it’s not your fault, there’s really no need for you to apologise. I can't believe that you lasted that long’ she replied, giving him a supportive smile. ‘Do you feel better now?’ she asked gently. ‘So much better’ he replied shyly, nodding. He was feeling incredibly, blissfully relieved after enduring an uncomfortably full bladder for so many hours. However, he was also intensely embarrassed, more so than ever before in his life. His cheeks had turned a deep shade of scarlet, and his mouth had become dry, a faint ringing in his ears. He felt totally humiliated and ashamed of himself. He had been so focused on maintaining his professionalism in front of his client, and now here he was in front of her, in the kitchen of a very expensive house, his trousers, boxers and socks completely drenched, standing helplessly in a huge puddle of pee. 'You must have had an awful lot in you, James’ she said sympathetically, casting her gaze over his sodden trousers and the puddle which had almost reached her feet. He nodded awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. He actually felt like he still needed to pee a little bit, but knew he would be OK to hold the rest until he could get to a toilet. James needed to focus now on cleaning up and changing his clothes, the problem was that he couldn’t actually move anywhere without walking a trail of pissy wet footprints through the house. ‘Do you have a change of clothes?’ Mrs Jones asked him, clearly noticing that he was pretty much trapped standing where he was. He nodded again. ‘Yes I do, Mrs Jones. I was planning on going to the gym after work, so my gym kit is in the boot of my car’ he answered, still incredibly embarrassed. ‘Would you like me to get it for you?’ she asked kindly, and he nodded, thanking her profusely. He stepped forwards to hand her his car keys, his soaking wet socks splashing noisily in the puddle around his feet. ‘There’s a towel in there as well, and some cleaning wipes. I think we’ll probably need them’ he said jokily, making her laugh. James tried his best to clean up, peeling off his soaking wet trousers and socks and drying himself off with his gym towel. Mrs Jones had found a large plastic bag in the boot of his car as well, which she held out for him as he awkwardly placed his wet clothes inside. He had also removed his suit jacket, shirt and tie, which Mrs Jones kindly held for him. He didn’t have spare boxers, so he had to dry the ones he was wearing as best as he could with the towel. James was still blushing, his heart pounding, very aware that he was standing directly in front of a female client while wearing nothing but a pair of soaking wet boxers. The damp cotton of his underwear clung to him and made the outline of his penis extremely obvious, and several times he had caught her looking. She would make eye contact and smile at him every time this happened, before quickly looking away. He didn’t mind, of course, and was secretly enjoying the fact that she was watching him so closely. After a few minutes, James had managed to get his boxers slightly drier, although still very damp. He then worked on mopping up the puddle as best he could with the towel, before cleaning the floor with the wipes and then quickly changing into his gym kit. It ended up taking longer than expected to get back to the office due to traffic, and by the time they had parked up and were walking into reception, he was absolutely bursting for a pee again. Embarrassed, he had to quickly excuse himself and literally sprint to the loo which was fortunately close by, much to the amusement of Mrs Jones. James only just made it to the toilet in time, and he moaned loudly with relief as a torrent of piss poured out of him, his stream splashing loudly into the water below. He was pissing for a surprisingly long time, close to a minute, and he guessed that his bladder had been so agonisingly full when he’d wet himself that he hadn’t actually emptied it completely. Relieved once more, he returned to Mrs Jones who told him that her driver was about to arrive to pick her up. She made an appointment with him to view some more properties at the same time the following week, and left him with a kiss on the cheek and a knowing smile.
  15. So, I planned a week ago to write a long post on what I think the causes and effects could entail of this, but sadly my phone died and I couldn’t finish the post. So I’m just going to be briefer by giving my prediction of the effects of a world without public wetting shame. What if wetting wasn’t socially unacceptable? Well, first off I think that we need to realize one thing. As much as we may think this would be good would it really? One thing for me that drives this kink is the fact that it goes against societal values and makes me feel rebellious. I just think that as much as some may want it to be acceptable, it could take out some of the fun. This is the first effect I think will happen. The drive for our kink will decrease and some of our amazing stories about how we somehow managed a public wetting without complete embarrassment will be null and void. All of those stories of seeing a rare witnessed wetting and the sheer embarrassment radiating from the person becoming common and the embarrassment going away. Secondly, what would happen to this site? All of the stories we’ve read, the conversations on many different types of posts, and the experiences we share with one another might not even exist. Now, I may be over exaggerating, but this could be a possibility. Thirdly, what happens to toilet training for kids? If parents aren’t so adamant about teaching their kids to make sure they go to the bathroom, how will they learn not to wet themselves? Will toilets soon become irrelevant and unused. Will janitors be more highly paid? Hey, you never know, we could just all be wearing diapers or making puddles on the ground at that point. Ok, I know I’ve talked about all the bad things that could happen, but what about the good things? Well, now peeing yourselves won’t be discussed in hush tones and people will be more open to peeing themselves or seeing people pee themselves. Another good thing is that self esteem isn’t shattered when wetting occurs. If it isn’t bad to wet yourself then you can’t be hit hard for it by everyone. This would save some people their dignity for sure. There may be some bad things and some good things to it but remember, this is just a theory. — Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think, do you agree or not? I’d love to hear some feedback.
  16. It is my first fictional story so maybe it won’t be great or even good, but I want to train my writing skills. I think that i should add that english isn’t my mother tongue and it is possible that I made some mistakes for what I apologize. I hope you wilk enjoy the story, because I am planning to make a few stories more about Gauranika, so if you like it i would be very grateful for positive feedback or some constructive criticism. Early in the morning, just a moment after sunrise, the light entered cheerfully inside a meager but still quite cosy bedroom. The old wall clock was pointing at seven am. The sunrays in the chamber were still humble and gentle, but this amount of light was enough to wake up Gauranika, an 18 years old girl with Indian origin living in Bristol suburbs. Her parents moved to Great Britain a few years before her birth. Not long after birth Gauranika began to show outstanding talent in the field of maths and physics. She used her abilities very well during her education and now was preparing for final exams at the best High School in Great Britain with a will of applying for Oxford. She opened her eyes, stretched on the bed and looked at the clock. „It’s quite early, but there is no point in going to bed again” - she thought. She got up and went to the bathroom in order to take a shower and get dressed. It was quite warm outside, about 21°C. Gauranika was accustomed rather with european culture than with Indian, she usually dressed as a typical english girl instead of Indian saree. Today she decided to put on a pair of tight light blue jeans and red shirt with a spanish neckline. She was so beautiful that many boys in her school were infatuated with her. Her skin was a little bit swarthy, big dark, almost black eyes were absolutely cute and graceful, she also had extremely neat legs, amazing, long and a little bit wavy black hair reaching her shoulder blades, shapely alluring butt and perfect breast size. Her appearance was mellow and as delicate as a flower that, when falsely touched, curls up and closes in on itself. She has never been dressing a defiant way and she only modestly emphasized some of her many advantages what was making a very positive impression in the environment of the intellectual elite. After the morning toilet Gauranika ate breakfast and at 8 o’clock left her house. Lessons were starting at 8:30 so she was going to be in school ten minutes before. When she reached her destination she briefly talked to some colleagues and went to the lesson. The first lesson was the history of literature in which Gauranika was very good, but she had some strong bias against romanticism which was the subject now. She thought that the only good work from that period was Goethe’s „Faust”. But it was just an exception. During the lesson Gauranika suddenly realized that she didn’t pee in the morning, because she started to feel some slight pressure on her bladder, but she ignored it quickly. During the break between first and second lesson she resigned from going to bathroom because the break took only 5 minutes and she wasn’t sure if she would be able to come back before the beginning of the next class (again history of literature). During that lesson teacher was talking about extremely boring topic which was the significance of Adam Mickiewicz’s poetic drama „Forefathers’ Eve” as an example of patriotism, messianism and a signal to fight for national liberation. In that situation Gauranika was thinking about her need to pee more and more intensively in every minutę passing. A few minutes before the end of lesson she started to cross her legs in the most discreet way possible. A few moments later the bell rang and Gauranika was delighted that she was going to use the bathroom. She quickly packed her things and was going to leave the class when teacher asked her to wait a minute. – I have to talk with you for a second. – Is something wrong, professor? – asked Gauranika – Oh, no! Just the opposite. I wanted to tell you that your last essay about the elements of feminism in works of Rabindranath Tagore was absolutely amazing. You showed perfectly that apart from big knowledge in this field you also accurately analyse facts and you draw non-obvious but extremely accurate conclusions. It is exactly what I want from you. Keep it up. – said teacher – Thank you, professor. Hearing such words is just a pure pleasure and motivation for further work and improvement. – Just still work hard, and you can achieve very much. Have a nice day. – Thank you, you too, professor. Gauranika left the class and headed straight to the bathroom. She was tired after fighting with her body when talking with the teacher. She was very shy and didn’t want anyone to notice her need. She reached the bathroom and to her bad luck found a queue of seven girls. She wasn’t desperate yet, but she knew very well that she should quickly empty her bladder. The time was passing and the queue wasn’t going forward which was very stressful for Gauranika, because she was aware of the fact that the break could end in any second. And she was right. The bell rang again, what meant that she had to leave the bathroom and go to the maths lesson - her favourite subject. She went to the class and sat in the last row next to her best friend, Ashley. Immediately after sitting down she felt a strong pressure on her bladder and instinctively put her hand between her crossed legs. – Are you ok, Nicky? – asked Ashley – Yes, I just have to pee quite bad. – answered Gauranika – Oh… Ok. I hope you can hold it until the end of class. – Well, I think so. But I have to go right after the class. Otherwise it can get very bad. – I see. Hope everything is going to be fine. – I don’t take any other option under consideration. – Girls, stop talking, I know that you are good at maths, but please let others concentrate on the subject - teacher told them. Gauranika was crossing her legs very tightly and started to wriggle on her chair nervously. – Maybe you should ask for permission to go? – said Ashley – It’s not that bad. – I can see that it is that bad. – No, it’s not. – Well… your choice. But if I were you I would ask. – That is what you would do. I won’t. – So intelligent, and yet so silly. - sighed Ashley. – if you will have an accident, it will be your own fault. – I won’t have. Will pee during the next break. – I hope so. The rest of the lesson was an eternity for Gauranika. She became very desperate to pee and this feeling was increasing every minute. Finally the lesson was over. Gauranika immediately ran to the bathroom, but instead of awaited relief she found a queue again. She was extremely desperate at this point and didn’t even try to hide it. One girl let her first in line, but others refused to go before them, so she wasn’t in a much better situation. Every second was a long period of more and more desperate fight. And then the bell rang again. It was the end of another break and Gauranika still didn’t pee. Her situation was becoming tragic. She withdrew from the bathroom and went for the lesson - chemistry. Again she sat next to Ashley. – Were you in the bathroom? – asked Ashley – Unfortunately not. I’m not sure how long I can wait at the moment. – answered Gauranika. – I think it is the moment in which you have to ask for permission. – Maybe you’re right… I will do it. Gauranika raised her hand. – What do you want, young lady? – asked teacher – Can I go to the bathroom? – It was the break a few minutes ago. Why didn’t you go then? – Because it was a long line. – Well, that’s not my fault. You can’t go. – What? I really have to. – You’ll have to wait until the next break. – Are you kidding? I’m really desperate! – You can’t go. Sit down and listen to the lesson. Gauranika sat and tightly crossed her legs. She noticed that most people were looking at her from time to time. She felt very embarrassed about it. After another ten minutes Ashley asked her how does she feel. – Desperate. – she answered quickly – Is it that bad now? – Yes. I don’t know if I’m gonna make it. – Oh, I think you will. – Oh my god, I won’t make it! – What's going on? – I just won’t make it! At that moment Gauranika blushed and Ashley heard a hissing sound of fluid falling on the floor. Her friend was peeing herself. Ashley couldn’t believe ger eyes. Everyone in the class heard the strange sound and looked at Gauranika. She was completely embarrassed and couldn’t look at anyone’s eyes. Completely shocked teacher said that she could go to the bathroom. But it was definitely too late for her. She just ran out from the class, left the school and headed straight to her house. Al, the way she was crying and thinking about what just happened to her. Her butt and legs were visibly soaked by pee. All the backside of her sexy tight light blue jeans was dark from wetness, and everybody could figure out what was the source of that wetness. When she finally got to home she was totally depressed, but also started to feel something different. She noticed that wet clothes are very exciting. She knew that her parents were at work and she was alone. She decided not to take the wet pants off now. Not long after going home she realized that she needed to pee again. Her exhausted bladder couldn’t hold much at the moment. She didn’t really know why, but she went to the bathroom, but instead of toilet she went to the shower and let all her warm pee go down her legs which she found relaxing. She felt very horny and started to touch her pussy trough wet jeans and panties. After a few minutes she took the pants off, and continued her massage in wet panties. She was in heaven. She has never experienced such a strong pleasure from masturbation. After all she was in a better mood and checked Messenger on her phone. She found a Messages from Albert, the guy with whom she was in very deeply hidden love for more than a year. – How are You feeling? I think you must be in a terrible mood. I am really sorry for you. I just wanted to tell you that you shouldn’t think too much about it. Accidents happen and it’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself. I hope you’ll get better soon. – he wrote. – Oh, thank you! It’s nice to find out that someone doesn’t think that I am a little girl who can’t control herself. – answered Gauranika. – Oh, please… Everything is ok. And as you probably know we live close to each other. In case you need to talk or something like that I can visit you or we can meet somewhere else… Just saying. – If You have time today we can meet even in an hour. I think I should talk to someone. – Ok, so I will visit you if you don’t mind. – No problem. Gauranika was very happy and excited because of the chance to meet Albert. She didn’t know if he loved her, but just wanted to spend some time with him. She quickly went to the bathroom, changed clothes and prepared her room. After that she laid down on the bed and started to think, what Albert will do with her...
  17. Hi, Sunset Shimmer is my favorite fictional character, I just love her. And I love fantasizing about her having accidents. So today I drew her in embarassing situation. I don't usually draw wetting drawings, so you can say what I can do better. Also if you want to you can tell me how you imagine how that situation on drawing could heppened. And I'm sorry for my bad English.
  18. A couple of years ago I was a charity trustee of a national charity and had a board meeting to attend. They were held in the capital city of my country and that meant I had to travel a few hours by car to get there. by the time I arrived I had been needing to pee for about 40 minutes and I was bursting. I was the last to arrive though the meeting hadn’t started so I found the room, left my laptop and other bags there and excused myself saying I was bursting for the toilet whilst jogging about because I had to go so much. Most just laughed a bit and I quickly ran to the loo and had a very long and satisfying pee. The problem was that the meeting wasn’t even half an hour started when I could feel tingling again even though I hadn’t long been! I couldn’t excuse myself that soon again so finished my mug of tea and tried to ignore it. The board meeting lasted over two hours and I seriously struggled throughout, having to squirm on my seat a lot and bounce my knees. I honestly thought I would have an accident several times and as soon as it was finished I raced to the loo again only just making it! I didn’t have a urine ion or anything but I often find that after I have held for ages then finally get to pee that shortly afterwards I really have to go again! I just can’t always excuse myself a second time though so soon after the first! Has this happened to anyone else and how do you cope with it?
  19. Embarrassed Emit Emit sat at his desk checking recent sales on his computer whilst drinking his second mug of coffee that morning, a huge showroom of new cars in front of him waiting to be sold. He was under target, again. Next month should help with the release of the new number plates but his mortgage, loan repayments and credit card bills needed paid this month not next. Two few customers and too many sales agents meant it was a fight to get to customers and keep them if they ever did walk through the doors. Emit sighed, walking around the stunning vehicles with his empty mug in hand to drop into the kitchen. What else was there to do anyway? The service area was busy, it always was, same with the garage but the sales floor was as dead as a crematory and it was looking like another long day. He casually rinsed his mug and left it in the draining board before heading back to his open desk to shuffle some more papers. As he left the kitchen he thought he could hear footsteps. “Must be a colleague” he thought but he checked anyway. Much to his surprise It was a middle aged woman looking lost. “I expect she’s looking for the service area or something,” he reasoned but went over to her anyway. After an initial introduction Emit was delighted to hear she was actually looking to potentially buy. He checked around to make sure none of his colleagues were waiting to pounce before talking with her more. She seemed genuinely wanting to buy though she had little clue what, and certainly zero idea about the impending registration change next month. Within minutes Emit had established she was married with young children who she had just dropped off at nursery before coming in. She drove a very old car that was causing her issues and wanted an upgrade. Emit gently guided her to the practical family cars with four doors, fuel efficiency, large boots and practical storage. It wasn’t his idea of a great motor but it’s what he knew the customer wanted. He tried to act casual and laid back but feared leaving her because he knew only too well that in a cut throat business like car sales it was every person for themselves and if anyone made the sale they wouldn’t care who did the ground work first. Emit needed this sale and he vowed to himself to do whatever it took. Half an hour later she was still happily sitting in cars, asking questions and adjusting seats. Emit could feel his bladder filling but leaving the customer wasn’t an option so he continued showing and explaining whatever was asked. He even helped her fetch her stroller from the boot of her current car to try in new ones, taking the opportunity to note the details of her car and mileages whilst there. Mrs Clapton wasn’t withholding anything, even volunteering how she didn’t expect her car to pass its next MOT, something which Emit, of course, planned to use to lower the trade in he would offer. With putting the stroller in boots, checking every little storage compartment and generally being quite indecisive Emit was beginning to wonder if she was a genuine buyer after all. He was also sort of hoping if she wasn’t that she might leave soon as he was needing the loo but couldn’t risk going if she was going to buy. Time ticked on and Emit remained professional in his suit and company tie despite getting more and more uncomfortable. He asked a little about the children’s nursery hoping this might speed things alone but when Mrs Clapton said the children were in all day he just smiled and told her to take her time. At least she was finally asking about monthly payments and colour choices. Some time later she seemed more settled and kept returning to one vehicle. Emit concentrated his efforts on all the facts of the one vehicle though he moved more than before as his bladder pressed for release soon. Finally she text her husband and was delighted when he replied to go ahead. Emit tried to stay calm though his insides were jumping with excitement. He asked if she had identity proof with her, bank statements and means to pay a deposit. Mrs Clapton smiled and nodded and Emit lead her to his desk, glad to be able to sit down as he wanted the loo more and more. Sitting down didn’t help as much as Emit had hoped. He leaned forward in his wheeled office chair and turned on his computer again. It loaded with his previous sales so he minimised that and set up a new customer. Firstly he needed a trade price for her current car. He couldn’t lose the sale but even the customer seemed to have low expectations in this area. Frustratingly Emit’s computer was going slow and it took almost five minutes before he had a price for the customer. Waiting just made him realise how uncomfortable he now was as he bounced a leg to distract from his need. Thankfully the customer didn’t seem concerned and readily accepted the low proposal for her vehicle. Next was colour options, extras like alloy wheels, sat nav and so on. While Mrs Clapton looked through her options Emit slid his chair under the table and rubbed his leg. He’d been selling cars for six and a half years and couldn’t recall having to pee this bad in front of a customer ever before. His desire to piss was increasingly alarmingly now but he was equally determined to get the sale through first. Martin, a colleague was now at the desk beside him and if he left to use the bathroom he could all too easily lose his commission. He couldn’t afford that. He wouldn’t give Martin the satisfaction either. Mrs Clapton made her choices and Emit typed them in with his leg tapping faster and faster. He told MrsClapton the price and she nodded. He deducted the trade in, gave her a ‘special deal’ (which the manufacturer was offering anyway but she didn’t need to know that) then worked out the deposit and payments. As he did this Emit had a strong urge to pee and subtly moved his hand from his leg to his crotch having to rub his thump over the tip of his penis to remind it to hold on. His face reddened with embarrassment. He really needed to speed things up so he could urinate. Things were escalating quickly, though when he glanced at his watch he wasn’t surprised considering he’d now been with this same customer almost two hours. The wait would be worth it if the sale proceeded though. Now it was time to arrange finance and Emit suddenly realised he had an excuse to get to a toilet as he needed to photocopy the documents. Since he really wasn’t t sure he could hold too much longer he asked for the paperwork straight away and explained he’d be right back. Oh how he longed to piss now. He could hardly sit still. He checked all the papers, typed in the details and while he waited for an online answer from the finance company he pressed his hand tight against his penis before taking it away, swinging his chair out and standing up. ‘You heading to the office Emit?’ ‘Yeah. Just need to photocopy these Martin to finalise this sale.’ Even in need Emit couldn’t help boasting he had a sale. Martin got the upper hand though when he quickly walked over and took the papers with a wry smile. ‘There’s no NEED for you to GO Emit. I can see you have a FULL...you know. Let me RELEASE you from this my friend. Just HOLD on and I’ll be right back. I was just heading to the TOILET anyway. This way you just need to WAIT for the confirmation’ Martin had very clearly noticed his colleagues fidgeting and squirming and couldn’t help winding him up. Emit was so embarrassed and frustrated. He hadn’t even been able to stand still while Martin had taken the papers from him and now he had to sit back down dying to piss but not free to do so. ‘That was lovely of him,’ Mrs Clapton said smiling. Did she realise Emit was bursting too? His face burned red with embarrassed as he pulled his chair under the table and bounced both legs. ‘Would it be possible to have some water while I wait Emit? It’s awful warm in here don’t you think? You look very red and warm yourself actually.’ There was no way Emit was telling a customer why he was red faced and hot. He stood up and walked past Martin’s desk to the water filter squirming as he filled a cup for his customer. He rushed back to his desk as he handed the cup to Mrs Clapton. He checked his computer whilst squirming on his seat and was delighted to see ‘finance approved’. He pressed print and heard the printer behind him starting up. ‘You’ve been approved. I’m just printing the forms. Then I just need the deposit and that’s us. Congratulations!’ ‘Brilliant. I have my card here for the £500. If you can hold on a minute that is.’ Emit forgot himself as he muttered ‘possibly a minute but not much longer’ as he crossed his legs and wriggled on his leather seat. ‘You really should just go to the bathroom you know!’ Emit didn’t know where to look. He cheeks flushed, his heart pounded and his legs wobbled. ‘Sorry! I’m fine. So sorry! Where was I? Yes deposit. I’ll just take your deposit now please’ Mrs Clapton handed over her card and Emit tried valiantly to type her details while clenching his muscles tight. ‘You should go before you have an accident Emit. You are just like my four year old dancing about in denial and struggling to hold. Carry on like that and you’ll end up having an accident you know.’ Emit wanted the ground to swallow him up. He really wanted to finish the sale but his penis was half erect with the effort of holding and he swore he would burst any second. He had to swallow his pride. He was about to piss himself as he tried to type the card details in. Bouncing on the seat grabbing himself he finally gave in. With one hand tightly gripping himself for dear life he ran off leaving Mrs Clapton shaking her head in disbelief. ‘Now that’ll be a close call I expect’ she said as Martin returned with the photocopied papers laughing. ‘Poor Embarrassed Emit. Now let’s get on with this sale shall we?’
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