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  1. Version 1.0.0

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    A more recent Jade video in which girls practicing soccer try to use the bathroom, find all the stalls locked, and are forced to relieve themselves on the floor. Some also use the sink, and not all of them get their pants down in time.
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  2. Hello everyone! I'm a male, 26 years old, with short brown hair parted high on my left and swished across to my right. I have blue eyes and wear black plastic glasses with dark blue accents. I'm 5' 11" (180.34cm) at 170lbs (77kg). I've got broad shoulders and a large ribcage, with little to no stomach sticking out bc the bulk of my weight is muscle on my shoulders, upper arms and upper legs due to my racing and go karting hobbies. The steering in my Audi TT is a bit on the heavy side, so I end up building some muscle since I do practice runs every other day for at least an hour. I don't have a very large ass due to not holding fat on me. Before I begin with the story, I'd like to give some context. For as long as I can remember, I've been aroused by peeing where I'm not supposed to, holding to the point of genuine desperation, legitimately wetting myself (not just giving up and peeing... Genuine accidents bc I CAN'T hold it anymore), masturbating while bursting and/or right after bursting, and of course, finding new fun ways to do these things! More info on this is available in my thread Practice Makes Perfect! I know this is an 18+ site, so I'm not giving detail here... Just know that since about 3rd grade, I've done a hold that lead to a genuine accident at least once every week. For about a 6 month period during middle school (can't remember which year), I wet myself every day. These were all genuine accidents, never once did I say "I'm bored now" and just pee because I could. As a result of this, I now have a huge bladder and very strong holding muscles. Anyway, that's enough of this, since I'm not allowed to detail any of these holds due to the 18+ rule. If anyone is questioning my bladder size or thinking that I'm exaggerating, I've attached a picture to this post. It's literally just the same picture from the Practice Makes Perfect thread. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ When I was 19, I was at a family friend's house and started to not feel that great, so I used the restroom in hopes that I could just poop out whatever was bothering me, had some water (it was a rather hot day), and started walking home. Note that it would be at least 30 minutes before I got home even at my usual brisk pace bc of my nice long legs. I only got halfway home or so and a burning started, both in my bladder, and in my dick. I quickened my pace, hoping to get home and be able to deal with whatever this was. Naturally, when I was about 5 minutes away from home, the burning got more intense and spread to include my holding muscles and what I imagine was my urinary track. I again quickened my pace, my bladder protesting harshly and demanding that I empty my bladder into my pants right there on the side of the street in the middle of town with nothing to hide behind. I just clenched and kept speed walking. When I finally got home, I went inside and headed upstairs to the bathroom. I was in such a rush, I completely ignored my brother and my parents as I just speed walked straight upstairs and to the bathroom. When I finally got to the bathroom and opened the door, I was met with a powerful wave of desperation ON TOP of all the burning! I knew I didn't have long, and slammed the door shut as I fumbled for my zipper! Naturally, I completely lost control. There was no warning, just a sudden full throttle gush into my shorts, down my legs, and onto the floor! I was so mortified and overwhelmed with a mix of relief and whatever these burning sensations were that I just stood there, unable to stop the stream or even slow it down. As my dick always lays to the left, my stream soaked through that side of my shorts, my wallet, my car keys, and spread quickly on the floor! I stood there, nearly crying, trying to come up with what to do next. I grabbed a bunch of towels, threw them on the floor, started pulling things out of my pockets, and began cleaning up. I was still so mortified of what had just happened that I almost cried the whole time. I then showered, and did not jack off to any of this. Don't get me wrong, genuine accidents are like my favorite thing next to sex with a full bladder, but this was different. The burning didn't go away, and the shower did help, but it didn't entirely go away. I just ignored it bc I was so mortified and I didn't want my family to find out about my mishap. The burning went away about an hour after my shower and didn't come back. I intentionally drank just enough to stay hydrated for the rest of the evening, so that I wouldn't have to go to the bathroom. I did this out of fear that the burning might come back with a vengeance if I let my bladder get too full. I also peed quite often, not very large amounts, in an effort to keep my bladder empty and hopefully keep that burning from coming back. Later that night, I had some warm milk to calm my nerves before bed. Looking back on it, this probably lead to what happened later that night. At about 2am, I woke up to a sensation I hadn't felt in almost 20 years... I'd peed the bed in my sleep! By the time I'd woken up, my bladder was already empty! I was so mortified by all this that I completely stopped all omorashi related activities for a few weeks. I didn't jack off AT ALL for the entire time. I didn't tell anyone about any of it. Really just shat all over my mood and my self esteem. Silver lining! I pulled out of that lull a few weeks later and resumed omorashi related activities! I saved my first wank for when I was truly desperate and legit about to lose control, and oh boy was it an exceptional orgasm! Multiple back to back jets of cum, a warm ecstasy like I hadn't felt in a long time, and a truly magnificent follow up when my bladder burst a few minutes later and I came again! People describe post nut clarity as the best thing in the world, but when you've gone without for awhile and then suddenly get back into it, it's 10 times better! Maybe I should start participating in No Nut November so that I can give myself this gift every December! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ At 20, I moved out of my parents house to live with my grandparents. I did this mostly out of care for my grandfather, a WWII veteran who was brittle diabetic, renal with double kidney failure, and a double amputee. Despite these disabilities, he had a morning routine of making sure his levels were good (his dialysis machine told us what his blood levels were), putting on his prosthetic legs (he had the ones where you could click the ankles to move the feet), and having a breakfast sized to his blood sugar level. The man knew what he had, and knew how to deal with it. I wanted to support him the best I could, since he was often frustrated about not being able to do the things he used to. I wanted to give it my best to make sure he wasn't lonely in his final years. He eventually peacefully passed, no suffering. We had a wonderful ceremony and every single police officer and veteran in the area came to congratulate the man on his excellent run at life! There's still a LOCAL HERO banner on one of the telephone poles near their house with his name and military accomplishments on it. Anycrap, this is supposed to be about omorashi, so let's get back on track. While at my grandparents, I had much more freedom to explore my fetish! Since pap was usually in the back room and grandma couldn't hear well enough to pick up on my moans, I didn't have to mute myself or suppress any orgasms. I was basically free to do what I wanted, so long as I helped around the house. I cleaned something once a day, sometimes doing household maintenance as well. Needless to say, I'd use these tasks as the starting points for massive holds! I'd drink 1L of water over 90 minutes or so, and I'd make sure to have a pop or something with me when I was cleaning or fixing things, so there was never a very dull moment! I have a few notable holds from living at my grandparents place, and none of them had the UTI scare that the first story did. Luckily, that's only happened once. First story from grandma's house: I was out with my gf at the time and had eaten lunch at a fancy restaurant. Naturally, I took full advantage of their unlimited refills on drinks. I had a lemonade, got a refill, drank the refill, and got another refill that I then put in a to-go cup. That's when we went shopping for about 2 hours before I drove her back to her house. I started sipping on my lemonade during the drive to her place, and by the time we arrived almost an hour later, I was REALLY full! Like, I had to put in genuine effort to not appear desperate in the driver's seat. I just muscled my way to her house, dropped her off, did my best to appear normal while helping her carry in the fruits of her shopping, and then drove home. It felt so good to be able to moan and hold myself without fear of anyone knowing! By the time I got back to town, I was SUPER DESPERATE! Like, couldn't keep my knees apart desperate! My bladder pushed out so far that I'd already loosened my seatbelt and undone my pants to give it room to expand! There was nothing I could do to stop the moans that came when my thighs tensed to keep my boiling hot piss off of the driver's seat! When I finally got home, I parked under the car port out back. Luckily, grandma's back yard was rather elaborate with lots of shrubs and small trees, so I had my pick of places to enjoy myself. Except, that didn't really matter... I stood up out of the car and clutched myself as hard as I could! I couldn't separate my thighs or my knees, nor could I stand up straight! Before I could do anything about anything, I lost a boiling hot spurt that lasted a few seconds and created a wet spot halfway down to my knee! I tried so hard to take a few steps forward and get my pants down behind a large shrub, but it was no use! I started peeing full force into my pants! It took me a few seconds to be able to stop it, and by that point, my left leg was nearly completely soaked! I then opened my pants and jacked off so hard before cumming and losing any control I had left! I power pissed for over a minute before the stream died down to a dribble and finally stopped! Of course, I jacked off again in the shower and CAME SUPER HARD! Second story from grandma's house: One day, my grandparents were both out for pap's doctor's appointment and I had the house to myself for several hours. I'd known about this long before they left, so I drank a metric butt ton of water and Gatorade before they left! I had nearly 3L of liquids over about 5 hours and was SUPER FULL! Like, even with PJ's on, the waist still dug into my bladder bc it was sticking out so far! Naturally, I was SUPER HARD and feeling really hot! I decided to see how far I could go and started playing video games to distract myself from my rapidly growing need! I was once again to the point of uncontrollable thigh clenches, unstoppable moans, and the NEED to grab myself to prevent a flood of boiling hot piss! You know like, when you get so turned on that you start breathing really heavy and nothing else matters? That's exactly what was happening! And my bladder's intense protests and demands to be emptied only turned me on further! I started masturbating to distract myself from my need, which actually worked somehow! However, when I came, I lost a large spurt and nearly lost it all right there on my gaming chair! I ran for the bathroom with my hand squeezing the hell out of my dick, losing one small spurt after another as I made my way down the hall to the toilet! Once there, I started to pull my pants down before it just started ROCKETING out of me! With no options left, I ended up leaving a trail across the bathroom floor as I hopped in the shower and emptied my bladder into my pajama pants! I swear it was coming out of my pocket, running down my leg, dripping directly from my crotch to the shower floor, and the hiss was so damn loud! I didn't even pee for a full minute because it was coming out so fast! Naturally, I jacked off again as soon as my bladder was empty and CAME SO HARD into my soaked pajama pants! I then undressed and took a shower. Third story from grandma's house: I read a thing online awhile back that said that your bladder can hold quite a lot while you sleep, and as long as you wake up before you wet the bed, you should be able to hold a rather large amount. Of course, this peaked my curiosity. I used the restroom about half an hour before bed to make sure I was getting a fair start. See, the plan was to drink JUST ENOUGH to be bursting by morning, not enough to not be able to make it through the night. I laid down several towels in case I'd end up losing some before making it out of bed, and went to bed for the night with a little over 2L in me! I remember having a couple strange dreams, but no wet dreams and no feelings of warmth or wetness. When I woke up the next morning, I had an entire ocean inside of me AND IT WANTED OUT! I immediately curled up and grabbed myself to prevent from wetting the bed and began my hobble to the bathroom. If I wasn't wearing pajamas, my thighs would've probably been visibly pale from being squeezed together so hard! I made it to the bathroom without losing a single spurt and decided to play a little game since I was still holding on by a thread! I started the shower and waited for the hot water to get there. Naturally, the sound of the water pushed my over the edge and I lost a boiling hot spurt lasting almost 10 seconds! I couldn't do anything except pull my rock hard dick out of my PJs and aim at the shower! Finally, I managed to stop the flow, and was still REALLY FULL! Like, it hadn't even really taken the edge off! It took me several attempts to get the water to the right temperature because I kept recoiling and grabbing myself furiously! I finally climbed in the shower and began masturbating furiously! I was so hot! I came and came and came within just a few strokes and then there was nothing I could do to stop the dam from bursting! I pissed boiling hot, very yellow, strong smelling morning pee for what felt like several minutes! I actually reached out of the shower to open the window due to the smell now that the moment was over and I just wanted to get myself clean. While the desperation was brief and I only managed to get a few strokes in before I came, it was some of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced! I don't have any idea how I slept through the night with that much boiling hot piss in me! I plan on adding additional stories as comments to this post whenever I'm ready to share them and I'm not super tired like I am right now. Good night and sweet dreams everyone!
  3. So I'm not sure if things need to be shared here ON TOP of generally sharing in the gallery as I do, but I really wanted to show off a picset I made today of my vtuber/oc Breezy~ I don't usually do wetting, so this was fun~
  4. From the album: mttbsmn's Furry pee artwork

    First published on omorashi.org. Character: Lilfi Emmelot When she arrived at the tavern, everyone could see that she was about to break down. She shakily asked the waiter where the bathroom was. The other customers looked at her with pity or curiosity to see what would happen to her, because they knew that the only restroom was occupied by a man with a stomachache. Three minutes later, the sound of water splashing and sobbing could be heard. Then the smell of cat piss drifted into the tavern. キャラクター: リルフィ・エメロット 酒場に駆け込んで来たその少女が、今にも決壊しそうなのは誰の目にも明らかだった。 彼女は震えながらも店員にトイレの場所を尋ねた。 他の客は彼女を哀れみの目で見、或いはどうなることかと好奇心で見る。彼女は知る由もないが、唯一のトイレには腹痛で居座っている男がいることを知っていたからだ。 ──3分後、溢れ出た水のはねる音とすすり泣きが聞こえてきた。 そして、猫の小便の匂いが酒場に漂った。 Redrew an illustration I posted on Twitter two years ago.

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  5. I decided to write this story because I always liked Lisa Cuddy in „House MD” and I was making fantasies of her wet accidents. Well, english is not my mother tongue and I’m not really experiemced writer, but I hope that You’ll like the story anyway. I also slightly used the story of Cuddy’s and House’s romance, but it’s not very important in the whole story. Cuddy had been dreading this day for weeks. Her annual full bladder ultrasound was scheduled for today, and she knew what that meant. She would have to drink an absurd amount of water and then hold it until the technician was ready to perform the ultrasound. It was never a pleasant experience, but this year she was feeling particularly anxious. She got up early, feeling groggy from a restless night's sleep. As she stumbled into the kitchen, she saw the note on the counter reminding her to drink at least 1.5 liters of water before leaving the house. She groaned inwardly, knowing that this was going to be a long day. After forcing down the first glass of water, she called House to let him know about her appointment. "Good luck with that," he teased. "Try not to lose control too early." Cuddy rolled her eyes, knowing that he was just trying to get a rise out of her. She hung up the phone and tried to focus on getting through the rest of her water. By the time she finished her last glass, her stomach was uncomfortably full and she could feel the pressure building in her bladder. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door, making her way to the clinic. Cuddy arrived at the clinic 20 minutes before her scheduled examination, feeling the urge to relieve her full bladder. As she checked in at the front desk, she tried to discreetly adjust her posture to alleviate the pressure building in her lower abdomen. To her dismay, the receptionist informed her that there was a problem and the examinations were running behind schedule. Cuddy tried to remain calm and asked how long the delay might be, but the receptionist could only offer a vague estimate. As she waited in the crowded waiting room, Cuddy felt her bladder becoming increasingly full and uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat, crossed and uncrossed her legs, and even tried to distract herself by reading a magazine, but nothing could take her mind off the pressing need to urinate. She checked her watch every few minutes, willing time to move faster, but it seemed to crawl by. As the minutes turned into hours, Cuddy began to worry that she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. As Cuddy waited in the clinic's waiting room, she could feel the growing pressure on her bladder. Her skintight white jeans made matters worse as they pressed on her belly. She shifted in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but nothing seemed to alleviate the pressure building up inside her. Time passed slowly, and the progress in line was very lazy. After an hour and a half since her arrival, Cuddy asked a nurse what was going on. The nurse informed her that everything was late, and she just had to wait for her turn. Cuddy's heart sank at the news as she knew that she needed to pee extremely bad right now. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to hold it. To make matters worse, the nurse was very rude when Cuddy asked about the delay. The nurse informed her that she needed to have a full bladder during the examination, and if she lost it, she would have to clean it up herself. Cuddy couldn't believe how impolite the nurse was, but she couldn't concentrate on it for longer as her own needs were very pressing at the moment. Cuddy tried to hold on, crossing her legs tightly, and clenching her muscles, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. She was afraid that any sudden movement or even a sneeze might be enough to make her lose control. Cuddy was in agony, and the thought of having to clean up after herself if she lost control was too much to bear. Cuddy was at her wit's end. Her bladder felt like it was going to burst. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity. She was squirming in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but there was none. Her jeans were pressing against her bladder, making it even harder for her to hold on. She glanced at the clock and realized she had been waiting for an hour and forty-five minutes. She couldn't take it anymore. As she shifted in her seat, she felt a sudden spurt of urine escape. She gasped and quickly covered her crotch with her hands. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but thankfully, nobody seem to notice anything. Cuddy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew she had to hold on for a little while longer. She couldn't let all her efforts go to waste. She tried to distract herself by focusing on something else, but her bladder was screaming for relief. She shifted in her seat again and felt another spurt escape. This time, she couldn't hold it back. A small wet spot appeared on her jeans, and she knew she was in trouble. Cuddy's desperation had reached its peak. She had been holding her pee for over three hours in total, but the clinic's delay had pushed her bladder to its limit. She tried to stay calm and collected, but her body had other plans. She felt her bladder spasm, and before she could react, a warm surge of urine burst out of her. She gasped in shock as she felt the wetness spread across her crotch and thighs. Her skintight white jeans were quickly saturated, and the urine began to seep through the fabric, leaving a telltale yellow stain and pouring on couch that she seated on. She immediately got up with panic and then she started to feel the liquid running down her legs, pooling at her feet, and spreading across the floor. It was as if a dam had burst inside her, and there was no stopping the flow. Cuddy's face flushed with embarrassment as she looked around the waiting room, hoping no one had seen what had just happened. But there was no hiding the evidence - the couch beneath her was soaked through, and a large puddle of urine was forming on the ground around her. She tried to take a step forward, but her jeans were so heavy with urine that they clung to her legs, making it difficult to move. She felt humiliated, trapped in a body that had betrayed her. She tried to control the flow, but it was like trying to hold back a tidal wave. The sensation was overwhelming - the warmth of the urine against her skin, the sound of it splashing onto the ground, the acrid smell of urine filling the air. She felt helpless, exposed, and utterly ashamed. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, in such a public place, with no way to hide it. Cuddy's mind raced with thoughts of how she could escape this situation, but she knew there was no way out. She was trapped, both physically and emotionally, by the puddle beneath her feet. She felt like she had lost control of her body and her dignity, and there was nothing she could do about it. Cuddy could hear whispers and muffled giggles from the other women in the waiting room. She knew that they were talking about her, and the thought made her feel even more mortified. She could feel her face flushing with embarrassment, and she tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone in the room. The sound of a woman on the phone made Cuddy feel even worse. She could hear herspeaking loudly, telling someone about what had just happened. "Some idiot just totally peed herself in the waiting room. Oh my god." the woman said, and Cuddy felt like she was going to die of shame. She felt like a child who had wet her pants, but she knew that she was a grown woman who should have been able to control her bladder. She wished that she could just disappear, or that the floor would open up and swallow her whole. But instead, she was standing in a puddle of her own urine, feeling exposed and humiliated. Cuddy wanted to explain herself, to tell the other women that this wasn't her fault, that she had been waiting for hours and couldn't hold it any longer. But she couldn't bring herself to speak. She just stood there, feeling like a complete and utter failure. As the minutes ticked by, Cuddy began to feel even more uncomfortable. Her soaked jeans were starting to feel cold and heavy, and the smell of urine was becoming overpowering. She wanted to leave the waiting room and go home, but she knew that she had to stay and face the consequences of her accident. „There is no point in doing ultrasound when you don’t have full bladder. You have to clean the mess you made, lady.” Cuddy felt a sense of utter defeat as the nurse spoke those words to her. The embarrassment and shame she had felt just moments ago had intensified tenfold. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She had always been in control, but now, in this moment, she felt like she had lost all control of her body and her life. As she looked around the waiting room, she could see the judgmental glances of the other women. She could hear their whispers and snickers behind her back. The weight of their judgment felt crushing, and she couldn't help but feel like she had become the butt of their jokes. The nurse handed her some cleaning supplies and told her to get to work. Cuddy could feel her face turning red with shame as she began cleaning up the mess she had made. She scrubbed and wiped, trying to make the evidence of her humiliation disappear. But no matter how hard she tried, the stain on her jeans and the puddle on the cocuh remained, a reminder of her failure. She couldn't believe that she had let this happen. How could she have lost control like that? The thoughts raced through her mind, each one more humiliating than the last. As she finished cleaning, the nurse informed her that she could reschedule her examination for another day. But Cuddy didn't want to come back here, not after what had happened. She just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible, to escape the judgmental eyes of the other women and the reminder of her humiliating accident. With a heavy heart, Cuddy gathered her things and left the clinic. She felt like she had lost a part of herself, like the woman who had walked into the clinic earlier that day was no longer there. All that was left was a shell of a person, filled with shame and humiliation. Cuddy felt so embarrassed as she walked back home. She couldn't believe what had just happened to her. The warm wetness on her skin, the sound of her urine hitting the ground, and the smell of urine all around her made her feel so ashamed. She couldn't stop thinking about what the other women in the waiting room were saying about her. When she arrived home, House was there, and as soon as he saw her, he knew something had happened. He immediately asked her what was wrong, and she told him everything. He listened to her story with a mixture of concern and amusement. He felt bad for her, but he couldn't help teasing her a little. As she finished her story, House couldn't resist making a joke, "It's a pity I couldn't see that, Cuddy. It must have been quite a sight!" he said with a smirk. Cuddy couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. Even in this situation, he still managed to make her laugh a little. She appreciated his attempts to make her feel better, but she knew that she would never forget the humiliation she had experienced that day.
  6. Kevin's kinda popular and very cute, so why not? (Mild Kevin/Jack if you squint) Kevin groaned and discretely crossed his legs behind the desk, trembling and sweating heavily as he tried to hold back the flood inside of his swollen bladder. "Oh, come on...I was supposed to trade shifts hours ago! I can't at least have a break?" he complained to himself, his bladder was starting to hurt from all the pressure, "I feel like an overfilled water balloon..." he whimpered. Kevin shifted his weight from foot to foot, than paced. Suddenly a customer entered. Of course, it was Jack, of all people. Kevin became tense, shivering as he tried not to make his need apparent. He wiped sweat from his brow as Jack neared. "Uhh...Are you alright?" Jack looked concerned, than furrowed his brows, "You haven't gotten into any trouble, have you?" he looks around at the candy. "What!? No! Of course not! I'm just...feeling a little sick today..." Kevin suddenly doubled over and grunted at a pain in his lower abdomen. Jacks expression returned to concern. "Are you sure you're ok? You...look like you're in a lot of pain...Do you need help?" "I do!" Kevin drops his arms down on the desk and lets his thighs lock together, "I haven't had a break in hours! I just need someone to cover for me while I use the bathroom!" "Th-That's awful! I'm sorry, Kevin...Here, I'll cover you! You hurry out of here, alright?" Jack gave a pity smile. Kevin, legs wobbling, shuffled from behind the desk, breath heavy and body strained. "Oh my god, it's an emergency...H-hold on, I've got you! Just a little longer..." Jack tried to guide Kevin as he made his way to the restroom, but the journey came to a premature end as Kevin, yelped and dropped to his knees, hands dug between his legs. Jack backed away, flustered. "Oh, no! No no no no! I can't! I'm not gonna make it! I'm so sorry!" Kevin began to panic, unable to do anything to stop the urine bursting from him in a powerful, messy stream. He covered his mouth, but it was still easy to hear him moaning and whining in relief as the puddle beneath him grew. He began to cry as the humiliation fully set in. Jack gulped and carefully knelt beside him. "Hey, buddy...It's ok. Just...let everything out, " He rubbed Kevin's back, "Don't worry about it. I'll look out for you, ok?" Jack reminded Kevin to take deep breaths as he finished relieving himself in his pants, tears still falling. "This is the worst! It's so humiliating!" Kevin pressed his hands to his face, hiding his shame. "Hey, don't worry about it. Accidents are pretty common. I mean, they happen to me a lot..." Jack flushes slightly at his own confession, "Just go ahead and get showered and changed. Don't come back to work either. Just take a nice, relaxing break, ok? I'll take care of everything else over here." Kevin was immensely grateful.
  7. Hello, this is my debut story for Omarashi. I haven’t written normal fiction, let alone… This kind of writing for many years, so I’m quite rusty and am using my vocabulary as a crutch. I wish to make it very clear that this story is predominantly focused on pooping, poop desperation, poop anxiety and poop embarrassment, and will contain little to no messing or wetting. You are not only welcomed but invited to make any criticism with any aspect of my story, including the themes I’ve included or not included and things you’d like to read more of. Without further ado, please enjoy the first chapter of my story. Chapter One (864 words, poop warning): It looked back up at her. A congealed mass of compressed, knobbly nuggets bound together tightly, like a black pudding bound in string from a deli, marinating in a pool of rich yellow. Just as large and just as dark, but far from appetizing. The cause of much abdominal pain and ‘bottled up stress’ had finally left her body, but not without a fight. She bore down over the glorified ditch of a public squat toilet with all the force her body could muster to birth it. And it was this almost maternal disposition that caused her to hesitate kicking the flush to be rid of the monstrosity that weighed down on her heavily for the past four days. And her swollen gut was gratuitously grateful to be freed of its colossal burden and to be exorcised of the demon it had imprisoned for far too long. After this brief lapse in her hasty disposal, she kicked the lever and watched as the weak stream slowly but surely ferried her grotty monster into the Styx of the city sewers, or so she thought. Her huge business poked its unsightly head out of the basin, clinging for life, but even a second barrage of water wouldn’t loosen its hold. This was a common scenario for Samantha, or Sam as she prefers to be called, who covered her hand with toilet paper, prepared to get her hands dirty. She wanted to ensure no one else laid witness to her excruciating bowel-ache made manifest, lest she die of embarrassment. But there was nothing else she could do. She was thankful that walls were obscuring the two embarrassing sights of her big arse bent over, as well as what came out of it. As she carefully maneuvered her thick stool out of the basin. Despite being saturated by water, it remained dry and hard. She laid it back on the upper level and began carefully disassembling her bowel movement, meticulously breaking off nuggets and chunks to ensure it could safely pass to the other side. Doing it so often made her quite skilled at disemboweling her massive solid shits, and it was a necessity for times like this. After she finished the summary execution of her disobedient log, she kicked down on the lever a third and final time with excessive force and anger, uttering an unwomanly grunt in frustration. She hated using public toilets. You would be hard asked to find anyone who does like using public toilets outside of voyeurs and exhibitionists. But for her, it was still preferable than using either the home or school toilets. Home life was busy, she would rarely get a break or a moment to herself alone, crammed in a tiny house with her mother, father and two younger half-brothers. She is even forced to share a bedroom with her mother, with only screens as a dividing wall for privacy, as the new living arrangement required. Her mother and father refuse to sleep in the same room, let alone the same bed, meaning she can’t get the space, privacy and sanctuary a young woman requires. And at school, aside from being shy, she quickly became enemies with the janitor a few weeks ago, who walked in on her washing her hands and then began to clean the Western style toilets. After this, Sam quickly fled the scene just as the janitor discovered the brutal murder of one of the school toilets, which had choked to death on a reeking brick of waste. And it didn’t take much imagination for the cleaner to guess who the wide-bottomed suspect was. Before leaving, Sam checked to ensure the toilet was in an immaculate state, despite it being far from perfect when she first entered in the first place. There was no stain, except the stain on her soul for her proclivity to filling the sewer system with so many ungodly monsters, it would make From Software feel inadequate. She opened the door and began to depart when she saw a slim, blonde woman in a pink cardigan and white skirt, who was tiny in comparison. She was clutching her crotch. It appeared the stall next to her was occupied, and, customarily for any public toilet, one of them was out of order, although strangely, the door was closed and locked, marked as occupied. Before she could think too much about it, the woman said thank you and squeezed past her. Even though the evidence was gone and it wasn’t a particularly pungent birth this time, Sam couldn’t bring herself to even wash her hands, despite them intimately fondling her filth, with only cheap, low quality single ply toilet paper with the consistency of sandpaper between them. She caught a glimpse of herself, with her long, tattered dyed jet black hair and her imperfect pale white complexion contrasted by her Gothic black, immodest dress and felt sick just looking at herself in the mirror. She quickly darted out of the bathroom, knowing for certain that the woman must have heard the multiple flushes. It isn’t rude to assume that multiple flushes is indicative of a massive turd that won’t go down without a fight.
  8. Hello, this is my first short story. My debut novel-length story is still in progress and is still being actively worked on. But I’ve had the time to work on a new short story, with a new perspective. I hope no one finds the character being a mother too off-putting, in fact, I’ve made this story as wholesome as possible. For anyone brave enough to stick around, you will be rewarded with some of my best writing to date. This story contains: Pooping, farting, sexual references, light messing, bathroom-control, minimal pee, desperation, embarrassment, humiliation, sexual themes and references If you’re here for pee, unfortunately, this story is extremely pooping focused, if you aren’t into pooping at all, not even in regards to desperation and embarrassment, unfortunately this story isn’t for you. I do plan on creating exclusively peeing/wetting stories soon, so stand by. But my first short story will only feature poop and sexual themes. The Urgent Business of a Busy Businesswoman (6,324 words, Poop warning, sexual themes) Jennifer had a busy schedule. She could only afford to stay in bed beside her lover, husband and father of two healthy, energetic young boys for the first alarm. As the second blared aloud, she knew she couldn’t delay any longer. As she got to get up out of bed, her husband in his lucid slumber clutched her by the stomach and pulled her back to him. “Just a bit longer,” he asked wearily. “You sleep in, I need to get our boys up,” she replied. Defeated, he rolled over and slept in a little bit longer. But the clock was 6:11 AM. He could afford to sleep in, but she couldn’t. Especially not in her current predicament. And as soon as she sat up on the bedside, her uncomfortable, bloated abdomen churned in irritation at her sudden movements. She put her hand on her belly, and she knew what she had to do next. In her pajama bottoms, and topless without even a bra with peace of mind knowing that her sons need to be woken up and wouldn’t disturb her, she occupied the bathroom. Just over fifteen minutes should have been enough time for her to lighten up. She pulled her bottoms down and slowly eased the massive berth of her hips and buttocks onto the seat. She got up, readjusted and pulled her cheeks further apart with her hands. Her bottom was hanging over the rim of the toilet seat. Having children certainly made her wider and bottom-heavy. Her husband seemed to like it. But she didn’t. She heaved down, but all she could manage was a slow puff of wind. Her more desperate need made itself known as she started filling the bowl with bright yellow. The torrent of her stream splashed and dappled into the water below, accepting it graciously. She was particularly loud in the bathroom, in all aspects, she felt she couldn’t help it, and in spite of her shyness, she didn’t bother to mask the sounds she made nor did she hold back her moans of relief. Except this time there weren’t any moans of relief, only heaving and grunting. She put her arms on her stomach and leaned forward. But it was no use. She was caved-in, and today marks the seventh day she’s been like this. Without even realizing it, she had been sitting there straining for ten minutes. “It’s no use,” she thought to herself. “I know what will do the trick.” She went to the kitchen and clumsily flicked on the kettle. She scratched her head, which was a flock of gold, auburn and red pluming feathers, not helped by her rough night sleeping exacerbated by her blockage, and the tussling and turning in bed the last night. She remembered where she put the espresso, which was her favourite jolt to start the day and readied herself a double shot. If this didn’t work, nothing else would. Once it was ready, she took her coffee into the shower with her and took sips while she performed her ablutions, which wasn’t ideal, but time was not on her side, not today or any other day. She had a thousand and one things to do, and only two hours to do it all. And there was a particularly big thing she had to do before she goes to work this morning. The hot water helped relieve her aches and pains, and it helped circulate the blood around her stomach, which was in dire need of being sped up. A familiar knock on the shower window stirred her from her relaxation. “Want a pleasant surprise this morning?” her husband asked. He didn’t so much ask as insist, as he opened the shower door naked, with his semi-erect manhood swinging out. With his demeanor and devilish smile, he had plans with Jennifer’s curvaceous, wet body, shines with glistening soap and bubbles, which acted as a cheeky camouflage for her womanly assets. “Honey, it’s Friday morning!” she replied. “And the kids are still fast asleep,” he chuckled. “They’ll never know, and you look particularly inviting this morning.” he teased once more as he planted a kiss on her forehead, which he was only just able to reach. He was tall, with a stature of 6’3, but she was very tall as well, standing at 5’12”, crossing the 6 foot threshold in heels, which she often wore. She couldn’t protest, as much as she wanted to. And she didn’t feel well, as though something was weighing her down. She faced away from him, trying to signal, without saying it, that she wasn’t ready tonight. He took the hint and his smile returned to a more cordial, efficient poker face. “It looks like our baby is coming along,” he mentioned, pointing her attention to her bulging belly. She was pregnant with something, but it wasn’t necessarily another baby. In fact, she was in near labor, she felt the pains but nothing was coming. She gave him a quick glance of disgust, but her smile quickly forgave him. “Very funny, I still haven’t tested yet,” she replied. “You should try after our shower,” he insisted. “I already went,” she added. They both showered, and she had to gently stave off his lustful advances, which were particularly wild this morning as his fiendish hands craved her ballooning mammaries, drooping down her chest in big tear drops, and her large bottom, which widened quickly following the birth of their first son, and further still after the second, it also had a dual purpose of making him ever more aroused at the sight of her naked moon as she was brushing her teeth before bed, exposed and vulnerable, which was when he frequently made his sinful attempts. “Alright, I better go and make you and the boys some brekky now,” she teased, grabbing his nose by the fingers. “You should try doing that down here, I think I’d be very receptive,” he retaliated, turning their wholesome shower into the product of his filthy imagination and desires. Her coffee didn’t fully kick in yet, but she was alert and wide-awake as she started making bacon and eggs. Not the healthiest, but this greasy fryup was great for getting the boys to wake up and emerge from their rooms from the smell alone. And, success, as the youngest walked in. “Eggies and bakey!” he chanted. The elder 11 year old son followed after him. “Mooooom, dad’s taking up the bathroom again, it can’t take him that long to take a shit!” he angrily vented. “Language Thomas!” she said. “You don’t need to teach Max that kind of filth. Maybe you need soap for breakfast instead of eggies and bakey!” Her empty threat worked. “No, I’m sorry mom!” “Haha! Daddy’s taking a big shit!” 6 year old Max giggled. “Now look what you’ve done,” she scolded calmly, knowing that it was futile. Even though she thought she sent them to a good school, they were inevitably going to be corrupted by their peers, and be taught all kinds of nasty words. She was just thankful that the greatest caliber of which was ‘shit,’ but even that was awful. Speaking of which, she felt hers brewing away. And she felt a bit ashamed that she might be in the bathroom taking it up and stinking it out for the rest of the morning herself, let alone dad. Finally, her husband emerged, partly dressed with black trousers and a belt he didn’t need, as he recently started putting on weight, but it could be because they’ve been eating more healthily, which doesn’t explain why, paradoxically, he’s getting a pot belly. “Don’t worry, daddy’s big shit is over now!” he laughed. “But I’d give it a little bit before you go in.” “Don’t encourage them Ben…” she asked. “Boys will be boys, you know how it is,” he spoke as she served up their breakfast. “Aren’t you having anything?” Little does he know, she had 6 days worth of massive breakfasts, lunches and dinners clogged up in her plumbing. Beef steaks, chicken, mashed potato, and nearly every vegetable you can think of blocking up her gastrointestinal tract. He noticed her skipping out on dinner last night as well, and he frowned at the prospect that she wasn’t eating. Her bowel schedule is very sub optimal. Usually, she comes home on Fridays to take a mean dump in the home toilet, as she hates going out in public or at work. And, before starting work again on Monday, she’d manage a smaller one on Sunday night with the help of some mild laxatives. Unfortunately, this week, she wasn’t able to go on Sunday night, so she had nearly seven days of heavy meals churning away in her guts. And as her coffee started to kick in, she could feel the gridlock on descending colon freeway beginning to clear up, and at the worst possible time. “You didn’t eat last night either, is something wrong?” he asked. “Yoink, this is the swear tax!” he said as he forked a piece of streaky bacon off Thomas’ plate and ate it in front of him. “You don’t need any more bacon you fat bastard!” Thomas yelled and stormed off in a huff. “Fat bakey thief bastard!” Max added, giggling. Jennifer frowned at Ben, the father of her children, who had a fat smirk on his face as if he were proud that their sons became potty mouthed sailors. But she was also thankful that this diversion allowed her to slip under the radar of his interrogation. “Ben for crying out loud go and talk to him, and give him one of your bacon streaks,” Jennifer demanded. This time, she wasn’t playing games, her irritation was easily identified in her sharp voice. He knew he’d gone too far this time. So off he went to get Thomas back from his room, which he just slammed the door to. She looked at young Max, who was grinning while eyeballing dad’s plate. “You know you want to, go ahead,” she encouraged. Finally, they were ready to face the day. But Jennifer’s desperate clenching big buttocks were making a plea, and insisted her to ask a favour from Ben. “Hey Ben, it has been a tough week for me…” she admitted. “Could you do something for me?” “I thought so,” he replied. “What do you want?” “Could you take the kids to school today?” she asked. “I just want some time to freshen up before work today.” “Yeah, alright,” he said, without a disagreement. Normally he would try to weed his way out of it but he wanted to make up for being an ass earlier. “Y-you will? Thank you honey…” Ben and the kids said goodbye to Jennifer, and they walked out to the garage to get into his electric car. She didn’t like it, she preferred the good old petrol guzzlers, as they were more reliable. As soon as she heard the door close, the felt her own back door opening. She rushed to the bathroom to finally take care of the cause of her massive discomfort. As fast as she could move, she closed the door, pulled up her business skirt, tore her satin panties and pantyhose down and flomped her big butt down onto the toilet. She knew that this was going to be biblical. She knew that an event as monumental as the second coming of christ was about to happen. And it was going to emerge from her, and it was going to be shitty. She didn’t need any help spreading herself open, she could already feel her colon forcing her anus wide. But her troublesome big nuggety load wouldn’t come without a fight, even if she was ready to deliver her turd baby with her gut opened wide. She began to rub her stomach and slowly heave down. But then she heard them coming back inside, and suddenly, her anus closed back up and she had to hold it back in. “Yay! No school today!” This news was followed by an insistent warning knock at the door and Ben barging right in and closing it behind him. “Jenny…” he said, looking at his big bottomed wife on the toilet. She wasn’t shy about pooping in front of him, not at all. But when she had a colossal buildup like this, she didn’t want anyone to see her, especially the state she was about to put the toilet in, and why she prepared gloves and a garbage bag in advance, anticipated the queen of all toilet blockages. Even though she loved him, and he loved her unconditionally, she would rather die than have her husband, or anyone else know that she very well could be taking the biggest shit in all of human history and that she was going to murder this toilet, as strong as its flush was. She fondly remembers one time, when he walked in on her pooping. He walked over, pulled her off the toilet while she profusely protested, looked in the toilet bowl and crassly commented, “My, that was a big one.” And in her embarrassment and fluster, she retaliated by saying, “Do you have a poo fetish or something!” He already had the perfect response, “No, I have a you fetish.” This altercation was followed by very hard sex, and this was what broke the barrier of not wanting to poop in front of her husband. Even so, she was sitting on the toilet, she knew it was going to be colossal, and she didn’t want an audience this time. “I forgot to put the charger in my car last night.” She knew what was going to happen. He was going to ask her to take him to work, the kids at school and turn up to work late. And she was fuming. “You fucking idiot!” she yelled. “Haha! Mommy said the fuck word!” Max laughed outside the door. She quickly put her hand over her mouth, realizing that she just taught her youngest son a very, VERY naughty word. And the word ‘fuck’ was going through her husband Ben’s mind with every glance he was giving her sexy voluptuous body sitting down on the shitter, widening her already fat arse. But now wasn’t the time, even he realized that. “D-did you take the test?” he asked. She was taken by surprise, but she took that excuse and ran with it. It was better than telling him she wanted them out of the house so she could blow up the bathroom in peace. “Y-yes…” she said. “And?” “It was negative…” she lied. She didn’t ultimately know, but it would have been worse if she said the test was positive. She was 36. There was still time for another baby, but even so, at this age, her and her husband’s fertility have declined, and it was no longer guaranteed that she could become pregnant. She saw her husband’s face collapse in on itself. He was devastated. But in her weakness, and the vulnerable position of sitting over the toilet, with her bowel’s relief only a push away, yet she was so far from being able to empty herself, as she now needed to take everyone in her car. She got up, still feeling her ass slightly opened and uncomfortable standing upright. But she took the initiative. She walked up to Ben and forcefully shoved him against the sink. “Don’t worry Ben, I’ll bring another lovely baby into this world,” she said, with incredibly seductive eyes and a grotesquely enticing sexual invitation. “I would love nothing more than a beautiful little baby girl for our sons to protect, and someone to calm them down…” he sobbed, nearly crying. “I’ll give you a daughter Ben,” she spoke. “Whatever it takes… But for now, we should be thankful we’re still afloat.” She referenced the move. Where they had to sell their cushy city townhouse to move further out into suburbia, which was the only thing they could comfortably afford. They weren’t poor by any means, but ever since the move, commute times were tripled and they had to move into an area they didn’t like. But they were still bringing up a family, and that’s all that mattered. “I know I’ve been a stupid ass lately… I’ll change. I’ll do it for you, I’ll do it for the kids… But I have to admit, wanting a third child has been tearing me apart lately, I just want to make it happen so badly,” he confessed. “God I love you Ben, even if you are a stupid ass.” Later, on the highway, Jennifer, with her husband behind her and the two rowdy kids in the back were stuck. Because of the slight delay, they were now stuck in peak hour traffic. And she had to hold her poo in simultaneously. She felt stubborn cramping every inch the car was able to budge due to the gridlock. She definitely didn’t want her husband or kids knowing she needed to relieve herself. And she spend her time thinking about how she would empty herself before work. But she came to the conclusion, in this emergency situation that she’d call off work just this once. She took advantage of every leave day when she got them immediately, so this wouldn’t be easy. “Yellow car!” Max called out as he whacked Thomas. “Ow! I’ll get you back for that!” Thomas retaliated. “O-oh no you won’t!” Jennifer yelled. “Ben, deal with them!” Finally, the kids were dropped off, but Jennifer had some kids to drop off at the pool, and she couldn’t do that until she got to either a public bathroom, back home, or begrudgingly to work. “I… I think I need the day off,” Jennifer spoke to Ben. “Do you think they’ll let you off for today?” “I’ll have to call her and see if that’s possible, but I think I know the answer.” She persisted on with her aching abdomen until she dropped Ben off at his workplace. But as soon as he left, she felt the urge even stronger. It felt like a Goliath was about to crawl out of her stomach and no amount of pressure she fought it off with would work. In fact, she was certain she was going to have an accident. And her white panties, clear pantyhose and beige business skirt weren’t going to mix well with brown. She got her phone and dialed her boss while jiggling in her seat, about to burst. “Ahh… Jennifer…” her arrogant superior spoke down. “Hey uhh, I was just wondering, it has been a hectic week and I’m very busy,” she spoke. “Can I have today off?” After a brief delay, she replied, “You know that today is the ‘Better Practices Business’ lecture, right?” “Oh! I thought that was next week, sorry, I must have forgotten,” Jennifer replied. “Well hopefully you haven’t forgotten how important this meeting is, in fact, it’s mandatory staff attendance. I’m sorry, if you’re unable to show up today, I’ll have to let you go.” Jennifer hung up immediately. She had something of her own to let go, and now she had no choice. She had to show up or risk losing her job. She knew her boss wouldn’t be at all understanding or sympathetic. “BITCH!!!” she yelled into the void, with no one able to hear, thankfully. Finally, she showed up, clutching her stomach and the bowel ache she’s been carrying around for nearly 7 days. Her frown looked like a wet Friday. The best day of the week. Ruined. She walked into the office with her rich gold-red hair in a bun, as professionally required, as she strut her big frame into the main foyer, through the glass doors, where the meeting was being held. She was 10 minutes late. And her boss was at the door, ready to persecute her like a vulture. She was a shrew of a woman, and was ambitious to her own fault. Her greying brown bun betrayed her hatred for any women who dared put their families after their work, either that, or it was jealousy that it was too late for her to have biological children of her own. It was her own fault, she wanted to become a corporate cutthroat, and her emasculated eunuch husband didn’t dare disobey her, working as her inferior. “You’re late.” “I’m very sorry about this, I might be pregnant. I’m really feeling the morning sickness,” she spoke. “Can I use the bathroom?” “Might be?” she inquired. “Go to a doctor. Until they can verify you are indeed pregnant, you’re not pregnant, and you’re subject to the same scrutiny as everyone else.” “Oh but… Please, it’s an emergency,” she asked. “If it’s an emergency, go.” her boss replied, but then gave a caveat. “But the second you leave this room, your termination will be drafted immediately.” As if it was bad enough that she had to endure with full, aching guts for all this time, she was forced to hold it in for another two hours, otherwise her entire livelihood might be destroyed, all because she needs a fat shit. Begrudgingly, she sat down, until she found that she couldn’t sit down. The chair was right below her, she was sitting on it, but unless she tilted her backside on the chair, sitting down directly would give her a sharp pain in the guts and it felt like her pelvis was going to be ripped apart. To deter this pain, she had to sit slanted on her chair in the meeting, and it looked very awkward, uncomfortable and unprofessional. It was clear that the turd descended all the way into her rectum, it was ready to come out, it just needed permission to pass, and she was adamant about keeping her sphincter as strong as adamantium, and closed shut. The meeting was exactly as she’d anticipated, it was full of boring skeletal old men throwing buzzwords about ‘the economy,’ ‘inflation,’ ‘deficit,’ ‘expenditure,’ and a bunch of other corporate words that she could only barely grasp so she could hold down a highly paid job in business. She hated working in an office, she preferred the days when she stayed at home to take care of Max when he was still a baby, but everything changed after her husband’s redundancy. Either way, life as it was is now gone, and she has spent the last two years in this concrete tomb of old corporate cryptofacsist hacks in dire need of colostomy bags. Although at the moment, Jennifer could use one, if for nothing else, to get just the slightest pressure off her stomach, bowels and back. She couldn’t sit up straight, she was hunched over, making room for her ever growing fecal baby, which she was expecting any moment, and every other moment, it would knock on her back door screaming to be let out. After an hour in the meeting and being quizzed with silly questions to gauge members’ engagement, the screams of her baby began to get louder and became pungent. One particular event, she needed to get some gas out, because she felt like she was going to explode with the pressure building up inside her. She managed to discreetly let out a silent, constant fart that pffffffffft out of her over the span of 15 seconds. What she didn’t anticipate, as well as every other unsuspecting business man and woman was the stench of death, and it was inescapable, as they were all trapped in a giant glass room which looked like an aquarium tank, and Jennifer was the one hot-boxing them all. She glared around the room, and as sure as anything, there were funny expressions on nearly everyone’s face, glaring around the room, as if their eyes could spot the culprit that only their poor nostrils could detect. The smell was beyond godawful, it was the smell of 7 days of built up, constipated shit rotting away in her methane filled guts. But she had no choice, and as her bowels filled up with this highly explosive, heavy gas, she had to quietly air it out of her system. Suddenly, out of no where, someone broke the silence on whoever broke wind. “Who passed gas?” one man asked, holding his nose. “Enough, as I was saying, we must expand out margins to meet the demands o- y,yes what is that?” the main lecturer spoke, finally getting a whiff of what Jennifer’s been cooking for nearly a week. “Christ! Whoever that was, go to the bathroom!” a woman yelled. “There will be no breaks, we only have 45 minutes left!” the boss yelled. “My money’s on fat George!” one businessman yelled, pointing at a seemingly obvious culprit, a fat older man. But his confident dismissal made everyone point their fingers at other people, as it clearly wasn’t him. “Jennifer, was that you?” one younger upstart man asked. Jennifer began to blush, but she controlled herself just in time before suspicions deemed her guilty. “Leave Jennifer alone, if I had to guess, you’re the one who passed wind since you’re the one accusing everyone around the room of doing it Gilbert!” Jennifer’s coworker Lucy yelled. Lucy stuck up for her when no one else was. There wasn’t going to be a death penalty for whoever was deemed guilty of passing wind, but it would have been the greatest humiliation regardless. And right after Lucy, the 26 year old woman with a black bob in garish red, struck down Gilbert’s accusation, everyone swamped in to accuse her instead. “Enough, someone open the fucking doors!” one of the seniors demand. “They stay shut!” the boss demanded. “This is a bunch of fucking bullshit anyway!” the same senior businessman replied, “You can take your profit and shove it up your deficit you old cow!” Suddenly, the entire room was in an uproar over the cause of the deathly smell, because it really was that bad. Jennifer was surprised that, with the knowledge that she had to go to the bathroom, the boss didn’t immediately accuse her. Perhaps she was none the wiser thankfully. Suddenly, order was brought back into the room, but not after the senior businessman ripped off his badge and kicked the door down to go outside. It was behavior so bad, it reminded Jennifer of Max’s classroom, and the teacher who was helpless to keep them under control. But, with the seniors insisting that the doors be opened, they were opened. And everything settled down, but the smell still lingered. It was down to the last fifteen minutes, and Jennifer was able to keep her bowels under check for the most of it. But she would lust over the thought of a massive log forcing its way out of her colon. She was fantasizing of filling a toilet bowl with her filthy bratwursts, and for some reason, it helped her manage it. She passed the minute long seconds even faster, but she was also teasing herself with the anticipation of finally letting her big poo out. And in fifteen minutes, she would be able to desiccate her bowels and destroy a work toilet as collateral damage, but until then, the urge only got stronger and stronger. With so much stress, the next ten minutes felt like an hour, but there were only five minutes left, and her eyes were glued to the second hand of the clock, which was ticking by painfully slowly. But it happened, as she was holding all the methane in, all it took was the slightest quiver in her anus, and in an explosive burst, all the filthy wind she’d been keeping held in blew up and whooshed out of her anus, reverberating with nearly enough strength to push the chair out from under her and send her into orbit as a new satellite. A big fat, loud and relieving fart made itself known to everyone on the room. And then, everyone in the room knew who it came from, as Jennifer clutched her hands over her face, still tilted on her chair. She wanted to bawl her eyes out and then jump off the balcony. The only thing stopping her from jumping off the balcony was knowing how much shit would overfill in her panties after she died. A fate more mortifying than death itself awaited her. Everyone in the room wanted her dead as much as she wanted herself dead. One lapse of strength in her tiring anus cost her every scrap of dignity she had, and it was all unsalvageable now, all she had left to look forward to was humiliation and embarrassment. From that day on, everyone would remember her as the woman who tried to gas everyone in a glass tomb and blew a fart loud enough to bring back the hearing of the deaf. On the plus side, she felt a lot better with all of that gas out of her, and it eased her desperation to poop ever so slightly. But the fatal blow to her femininity was the ultimate price to pay. She couldn’t take it anymore, her face fell into her hands and she began lightly crying. Lucy tried to console her. Even after knowing that it was truly her, she tried to comfort her after she commit professional and social suicide. “See, I told you it was her,” Gilbert exonerated himself. No one clapped, no one gave him an aware, everyone just stared at him in disgust of how out of touch he was. As bad as the smell was, other than Gilbert, no one felt happy looking at Jennifer in a crying, embarrassed heap. As her crying became more audible and desperate, Lucy grabbed her and led her outside. With only three minutes left, the boss surely wouldn’t do anything punitive against either Lucy or Jennifer. But as Jennifer walked, she let out more explosive gas, as well as her bowel movement dropping out of her anus and finally making contact with her white panties. She was thankful that it was as hard as a rock and not liquid, otherwise it would have continued its muddy advance and left Jennifer in a puddle of her own tears as well as shit. Lucy knew exactly where to take poor Jennifer. To the women’s restroom. Those farts were definitely the smell of a long incarcerated bowel movement. “Here you go, Jen,” Lucy spoke, directing her to a stall. “I hope you don’t mind, I also have to take care of my… business.” In her mercy, Lucy shared her own toilet needs with Jennifer, but she did also desperately need a dump as well, as her ass clutching betrayed. “T-thank you so much Lucy!” she muttered. Jennifer locked the door, and gently took off her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and white knickers, which now had a streak of brown, but it was nothing serious. As Jennifer slowly descended her bottom down, a few nuggets fell out of her and onto the floor. “I think you dropped something,” Lucy said, as a nugget rolled under the stall into hers. Jennifer couldn’t get more embarrassed, and now Lucy could see what was stuck inside her. A black chunk of compact shit, and more had to come out. Jennifer was finally seated, and she buckled over and leaned forward as far as she could. But nothing would budge. “I haven’t pooed for 7 days,” Jennifer confessed to her coworker, who had her own confession to make. “Really? Wow, it’s no wonder you had to go. I’ve held this in for 3 days but I’ve been needing to shit all morning. I completely forgot about the meeting.” “So did I, if only I took care of my business before the meeting,” Jennifer stated. “You should take the bosses motto from now on,” Lucy spoke. “Business comes first.” “From now on, I won’t be neglecting my business ever again,” Jennifer remarked, eliciting a laugh from Lucy. But that wasn’t the only sound Lucy made. Lucy made a massive, dense splash in the stall neighbouring Jennifer and it sounded like a boulder crashing into the sea, it was massive, and Jennifer could tell it must have been a big one. As if the one splash wasn’t enough, after a big hissing fart, Lucy’s bowels let out a volley of repeating splashes, as her own nuggets fell into the water one after the other. But finally, Lucy sighed relief as a massive final splash hit the water. “That one got my butt wet!” Lucy giggled. “Yuck!” “You’re lucky you got that out so fast,” Jennifer replied. “I’m still pushing.” “Are you ok, do you need a laxative?” Lucy asked. “No, I’m alright, it’ll come out eventually.” In truth, Jennifer was waiting for her to leave. And finally, after hearing the flush and a farewell, Jennifer felt more comfortable. She’s thankful to Lucy for getting her out of there, but now Jennifer was going to put this industrial strength toilet out of commission. Permanently. Jennifer buckled over and her massive, dark nuggety crown showed itself, stretching her anus to its absolute breaking point, spreading her almost 4 inches in diameter. As the apex of her vile smelling crown emerged, so did a barrage of gas, as the explosive force of the wind dislodged nuggets off her log, which splish-sploshed in the toilet. They were so compact and dense that every plop was loud and sounded as if a bucket of marbles were being poured into the toilet water. But Jennifer couldn’t take it anymore. “Ahhhhh!” Jennifer verbalized loudly as her bowel ache forced itself out of her overstretched rectum, tearing apart her delicate anus on the way out. Having given birth twice, Jennifer would happily admit that this bowel movement felt akin to giving birth. It caused an intense spasm of pleasure and brutal pain simultaneously. But the battle was far from over. As another broadside of shit plops hit the water, making the bathroom sound like a faithful recreation of the battle of Pearl Harbor, she gasped out loud as the head of her log was finally exiting her colon. She pressed down with all her might and a feeling of intense light-headedness struck her. She was especially glad that her husband wasn’t here to see her like this, especially not while she was growing a thick dark brown dragon’s tail out of her arse, and like a dragon’s thorny, scaly tail, it was just as hard, sharp and big. She then made a tremendous push, and with it, out came an entire foot’s length of hard, compacted shit, bundled up into a painfully compressed bundle, delivering the pain of a thousand punches in the gut with every inch it slithered out of her gut, like a giant, mutant turd slug. Only another push was all it took to get the remainder of her colon-blocking log out of her. But suddenly, she could push no more. She looked in the toilet. Her thick, solid shit was hitting the very back of the basin, there was no where else for it to go and it was too rigid to bend, so she did the only thing she could do. She gently lifted her bottom and came forward, but it still wasn’t enough. Finally, she stood, and the tail of her shit fell out and landed outside the rim of the toilet and onto the seat itself. “O-oh god…” Jennifer spoke. And this wasn’t even all of her shit, as soon as she stood up she felt another huge poo sliding down descending colon. This was going to be another big fat log. This time, with the seat ruined by her shit, she stood up and let out a huge chocolatey brown snake out the ass. It fell into the toilet with a heavy plonk in record time and plugged up the already unflushable toilet even more. The toilet was already clogged and dead, but Jennifer’s guts were still overloaded with poo, now it was just fun and games to see just how badly she could destroy this toilet, and it was her revenge for the ultimate humiliation. Yet another caramel snake fell out from her gut and began coiling up. Hunched over in a semi-squat/stand position, her sloppy snaking caramel made contact with the little water left and her two huge turds while it was still inside her ass. And she pushed quickly, unraveling the long rope of shit into the toilet until it floomped into the bowl completely. One last wave of poo rushed out, spraying wet chunks and bursts of wet shit with a bombardment of gassy shit-wind. Jennifer felt the need to sit back down but now her main dark brown log, which was the length of half her large intestine, was intimately close to her vagina. But she had to sit, otherwise her shit would be on the toilet rather than in it. But it wasn’t as if the toilet could get any worse. Finally, the coffee she had this morning must have been coming out, as a huge bomb of liquid shit splashed into the bowl, splattering chunks of her shit all over the bowl. Once she stood up to wipe herself clean, she gazed into the murder scene of a toilet. There was no way this toilet was ever going to flush again. But there is one thing Jennifer forgot. She forgot to pee. But she noticed something. Her stomach was still bulging even though she got all of the feces out of her bowels. She decided to finally do the pregnancy test while she peed. She peed on the detector while her stream awkwardly angled into the toilet, and she looked down at it. Two red lines. It looked like she was going to introduce another bundle of love into the world after all. THE END
  9. Resident Evil: The Raccoon City Police Newbie’s Puddle Note: all these characters are based off the ones from Resident Evil. The story below is using them but is made up and not based off any Resident Evil game. The story is mine take on a horror omo story. Leon Scott Kennedy was 21 and wearing his dark blue police uniform with black briefs. He had long dirty blond hair that laid in his left eye and bright blue eyes, like diamonds. Leon’s first day at work couldn't be any worse. First his girlfriend broke up with him, then he got foolishly drunk and was late to work, and now a zombie outbreak in the city happened that wiped out most of the city. Which is now why Leon sat at a desk in the lobby of the the Racoon Police Department sketching on a notepad at 3am. Leon was up on watch making sure no zombies attacked Chris, Claire, and Jill while they slept. The only two good things about being trapped in the Police Department was there were plenty of pens and notepads for sketching and the back up generator powering the station. So with a dim desk lamp and a pen and notepad, Leon sat in the lobby sketching. This would be fine with Leon if he didn't have to pee. He couldn't sneak away to the stations bathrooms, as if there was an attack his friends would be left helpless and he didn't want to risk peeing on the floor as someone could wake up and see him exposed. Not to mention it would be incredibly rude and disrespectful. So Leon sat at the desk and held it. Leon tried to focus on his drawing and it worked at first but what seemed like an hour was only three minutes. Leon sighed and crossed his legs knee over knee, right over left sitting at the desk. It would be another hour and a half before Claire would wake up to take over for him and he could go to the bathroom. For now Leon had no choice but to sit there with his legs crossed knee over knee and hold it. Leon continued with his sketch but not as detailed, as his mind was now focused on holding his pee. Leon's need wasn't super bad yet but it was enough where if it was any other situation he would already have used the bathroom and it was bothering him. Leon uncrossed his legs and recrossed them the other way. This lasted for 30 minutes until Leon couldnt sit still. Leon had to pee like a race horse. He clicked the pen closed and closed his notepad in annoyance and stood up holding himself. At least if he stood up he could move around and hold himself Leon thought. But as Leon stood up he heard a loud growl from behind him. Leon quickly turned around to see a zombie coming at him but what was even worse, the zombie’s growl startled him so much he leaked. In horror Leon grabbed himself to stop the leak. Leon cussed under his breath and stopped the leak but he could tell his black briefs were now wet. Another growl brought his attention back to the zombie. Even though it was slow it was making good ground. Leon took out his knife and made his way to the zombie. When he got to it Leon shoved it to the ground and stabbed it in the head a few times. Once it was dead Leob stood back up and remembered just how bad he needed to pee. Leon couldn't believe the zombie scared him enough he peed his pants some. Leon looked down at his dark blue police uniform pants. Not even a penny size wet spot was between his legs but Leon sighed in relief as he knew he could easily have that small of a spot. Leon went back to holding himself and paced around the stations lobby, where his friends slept on the opposite side. Leon was now doing a full on potty dance, he needed to pee so bad. He glanced up at a statue that was watching over them, thank god you are a statue and can’t see me Leon thought. Unaware to him, leaks spurted out of him every few minutes soaking his black briefs and blue police uniform pants. Leon was now crossing his legs standing when he stopped pacing to turn around. Leon was now using all his strength and construction to hold his pee. Another 30 minutes passed and Leon was in bad shape. He was twisted up like a pretzel trying to hold on. But he was slowly losing the battle. When another zombie growled. But this time Leon got scared enough to jump and lose it all. Leon was to shocked to do anything as pee flooded out of him effortlessly with a loud hiss, soaking his black briefs even more and his dark blue police uniform pants turning them almost black. He felt his face go bright red as pee run down his legs filling his black shoes as well as soaking his black socks and black shoes. Pee pooled at his feet on the tile lobby floor of the Raccoon Police Department. Leaving behind a giant pee puddle on the tile floor. Leon was to scared and startled he didn't hear a gun go off stunning the zombie so someone could easily stab it in the head. He was still peeing at full force as a hand was laid on his shoulder. Leon jumped in fear as turned around to see Claire. Leon turned bright red in embarrassment and tried to talk but only stuttering came out. Claire smiled warmly “It’s okay Leon, accidents happen to us all” but Leon shook his head “not to me and epically not from being too scared of a zombie!” Claire tried to refuse that and comfort Leon but Leon pushed her away as he finished peeing and stormed off. Claire tried to tell after him that it was to dangerous to go off on his own but Leon was already gone. Leon made his was to the stations bathrooms. Since there was a generator, the hot showers still worked and Leon had to clean himself. He made his way to the bathrooms and ran into two zombies. Leon pulled out his gun and shoot one and stepped the other. But the one he shot didn't go down and tackled Leon to the ground. Leon fought; but the zombie was overpowering him. Leon would have gotten killed if it was not for Claire waking up Jill to follow him and shooting the zombie in the head twice. Once the Zombie was dead she walked over and helped Leon up. Leon glared at her as she helped more his dirty hair out of his blue eyes “I had it under control, I didn't need your help. Why don't you to back to the others”. Leon pushed her aside and stormed off again. Claire knew Leon was just acting out since he was embarrassed but she couldn't help but feel hurt. So she left and slowly made her way to the others. Leon finally made it do the bathroom. He took his shoes and socks off. His shoes seemed to have a ocean of pee in them. Leon poured the pee out of them and into the sink. He then took his uniform off but left on his back briefs and started at his almost naked body in the mirror. His eyes concentrated on the wet fabric. He could see his black briefs shine with piss in the reflection. Leon couldn't believe he got so scared he couldn't hold it and peed his pants. Leon took a seat on the bathroom bench in only his pee soaked black briefs and crossed his almost naked legs right over left, hiding his black pee soaked briefs. He couldn’t believe what had happened and to make matters worse he yelled at Claire. Chris would for sure kill him for yelling at his little sister. And Claire definitely didn’t deserve it, she was only trying to comfort him. Leon put his head on his hands and loudly sighed. After a minute he uncrossed his legs and walked over to the showers. Leon took his briefs off and put them and the rest of his uniform in the stations washing machine, pouring in soap and turning it on. Leon then got into the shower. He turned on the hot water and cleaned himself, making extra sure to clean his crotch and legs. After he was clean he stood in the water with his eyes close as the hot water hit his face and ran down his naked body. Leon almost fell asleep in there but a zombie growled and pound against the bathroom door alerting him. Leon got out and dried off; ignoring the zombie for now as it was stuck outside by the heavy door. Luckily his locker at the police station had an extra uniform and change off cloths. Leon dried off and put on a clean pair of black briefs. He wrapped himself in a dry towel and grabbed the clean uniform and went back to the others. No point in putting on the uniform just to take it off a sleep in only his briefs. Leon found a flash grande in his locker and grabbed it. He cracked the door a little to see the zombie was now slowly pacing the hallway. Leon carefully removed the flash grande pin and rolled it outside under the zombie. Leon quickly shut the door and heard it go off stunning the zombie. Leon quickly ran out of the bathroom and back towards the lobby. He made it back to the others. Jill was back asleep besides Chris. Only Claire was awake. Leon entered the Lobby and made his way over to Claire. “Hey Claire, about earlier I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like that, I was being an ass so I’m sorry” Leon said as he rubbed the back of his head. Claire smiled “it’s okay Leon” Leon smiled back and his eyes looked at where his accident occurred. His giant pee puddle was still there and shining against the Police Station’s tile floor. Claire followed his eyes and saw the puddle his eyes were now looking at. “You go get some sleep and I’ll clean that up and don’t worry, I told Jill and Chris we had an water spill so they don’t know about the accident”. Leon shook his head “Thank you for not telling them but I couldn’t ask you to do that”. Claire smiled and put her hand on Leon’s shoulder “you are not asking, I’m insisting”. Leon smiled and nodded. Turning around he yawned and went to get into his sleeping bag. Leon crawled into it and drifted off smiling but not believing he got so scared by a zombie he peed his pants. I hope you all like the story!!😁 Any feedback will be very much appreciated!!
  10. Maybe he hated the way she never told him, or maybe he just hated the feeling in his lower gut. His roommate always had a habit of doing this, inviting people over to hang out downstairs in their crappy downtown apartment she fixed up to look...halfway decent. Though she never let him know, when she knew he was...He was bladder shy, and she thought he was kidding! Waylon’s lower half felt like it was burning, a hand around the doorknob, the other steadying him by splaying against the plymood of the entrance. It felt like his breath was coming in short pants, burning hot and putting pressure on his already too-full bladder with every movement of his lungs. It was burning, threatening to leak out though he knew his bladder would allow no such thing. His knees felt like they’d buckle, shaking and weak as his flop of dirty blonde hair hung in his face, hearing those women talk downstairs, his bladder couldn’t even give him so much as a drop in relief. Then...came the shame, the way his pants grew tighter at the feeling of it, when he knew he shouldn’t like something so...humiliating. He had to pee! That’s all this was! Yet the weakness in his legs and lower half had him slip to the floor, member twitching in his pants at the idea of just letting go, a puddle around his thighs that he’d have to clean up, like a little weakling. He hated it, hated it, but he knew his kinky side fucking loved it, the way he couldn’t go even if he wanted to, knowing if he even tried to force himself only a few little painful dribbles would leak their way down his shaft. “Waylon! You should come down! I know you’re hiding up there, you anti-social nerd!” Following that was a gaggle of laughter that made his spine tingle, the laughter at him, when he was brought so low...whydiditmakehimsohard? “J-Just a minute!” He had to take care of this, if he went down with a boner over needing to pee he’d never hear the end of it. He pushed, needing just a little more of that timed embarrassment, and felt urine soak the front of his boxers, darkening the fabric that was the only thing he wore on his lower half. “F-Fuck..please….alittlemore.” His reedy voice whined, cracking as he cursed, his body not used to the pure need it had all coiled up in his bladder...His knees twitching as he let a little more of his shame drip out of his twitching cock, forehead leaned on the door, he only prayed his roomie and her friends didn’t come up the stairs looking for him. He had no choice, he was way too fucking horny to just piss himself until he came. Trembling fingers pushed down to the hem of his white boxers, soaked yellow...pushing them down his need sprang out, and the friction made him moan, unable to stop it. He heard it...downstairs the woman paused in their talking, and he heard his name, they knew...oh fuck they knew...but that just did it for him more, a dribble of pre mixing with his own shameful piss, dripping down and staining those boxers even more, and he looked at it for a bit...Enjoying the feeling of need, of being horny, wishing so badly someone would call him names, a little piss baby, a fucking nerd, a little wimp...Just thinking those things made him twitch again, and he brought his thumb up, tracing up the side with a shiver...The urge to moan again just to have them make fun of him, to call him gross, a pervert, nasty...a piss pants. “Did you hear that?” “Maybe...is Waylon alright?” He couldn’t help it, another moan melted past his lip, and the girls all went quiet downstairs as he fully let himself go, whimpering with his back arched his urine squirting from his tip to soak the cloth around his thighs, pooling underneath his thighs as his tip twitched. He couldn’t keep his hands off himself, a hand in his hair, gripping it, as he moved to pump his fist, hips jerking into his own hand as he finished pissing himself, the warm puddle, his shame, only serving to make his precum pool on top of his fist, leaking down the side as he heard them come up the stairs...Through a haze of lust he knew they saw his puddle, sitting so close to the door, they had to, hearing the way his body jerked and moved… All those women must think he was a fucking mess, and he loved it, he loved them thinking he was an embarrassment, a little pisser that wasn’t worth their time. “Ohfuck...fucking…ngh!” His urine wasn’t the only thing puddling underneath him once he reached his climax, knowing he didn’t last long, he didn’t give a single shit, his dick was a mess, throbbing as his orgasm made him moan, the girls right outside his door gasping, murmuring amongst themselves as the door clicked open, seeing the man in his own puddle, shirt hem covered in piss and cum, his boxers, once white, now a yellowed mess around his thighs. “What a little pisser~” _____ This was a very self indulgent fic I wrote, it most likely isn't very biologically correct, but it is fiction! Thanks so much for reading!
  11. On a couple of occasions, I've witnessed another person peeing themselves, and one time I even heard how my brother's friend teased him for messing himself. If you're interested in hearing about these situations, I can share them in wetting experiences, but now is the time to talk about feelings. Both kinds of situations are an insane turn-on for me. I love it when another person accidentally wets or messes themselves with their clothes on, especially if it happens in the kind of situation where there's no danger of seeing that person naked. According to all rationality, I should need to change my own pants after witnessing something like that. But no. It makes me feel bad instead. I feel strong co-embarrassment for the other person, I just want the situation to end and forget about it. It feels so stupid, because "internet-materials" are usually not as good as real-life situations. Videos, comics and written stories about accidents often include nudity or sexual content, and that kind of stuff disgusts me and turns me off. In real life, the person who has an accident just goes away to clean themselves in private, which allows me to see the best part and skip the disgusting nude part. But I just want to avoid any memories I have of such events, they make me uncomfortable and embarrassed, it's almost as if the accident happened to myself. Which doesn't make any sense, because my own waste disposal system is made of steel, I've never had a daytime accident since I was a baby. I shouldn't be feeling so strongly with them for something that's never happened to myself. Then again, I greatly enjoy reading about the situations that you people have experienced or witnessed. It feels real enough to be interesting, but not too real to be embarrassing. It's such a waste of good experiences when I can't enjoy the stuff I've witnessed myself, though. My empathy is working hard overtime. Anyone else?
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    My first time pillow humping! I crawl into frame to sit on my bed in a see through white t shirt and panties. I of course get super turned on and pull out my big natural tits. I hump my pillow in a few positions / angles and have lots of fun till I feel myself having to pee. The sensation overwhelms and I can't hold it any longer. I pee my panties, pillow and bed. So embarrassed I show my wet panties, pillow and bed spread before ending the video. evelynsharp , wetting , bed wetting , teen , all natural , hump , homemade , amateur , embarrass , desperation , white t shirt , curvy , pawg , brunette , long hair , eye glasses , big tits , big ass
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  13. View File Teen Pillow Hump & WettTeen Pillow Hump & Wetting Embarrassmenting Embarrassment My first time pillow humping! I crawl into frame to sit on my bed in a see through white t shirt and panties. I of course get super turned on and pull out my big natural tits. I hump my pillow in a few positions / angles and have lots of fun till I feel myself having to pee. The sensation overwhelms and I can't hold it any longer. I pee my panties, pillow and bed. So embarrassed I show my wet panties, pillow and bed spread before ending the video. evelynsharp , wetting , bed wetting , teen , all natural , hump , homemade , amateur , embarrass , desperation , white t shirt , curvy , pawg , brunette , long hair , eye glasses , big tits , big ass Submitter melikai Submitted 08/29/2021 Category Female  
  14. “Already? Now that’s embarrassing for you Rory, hardly even held it, what...two hours maximum?” Rory’s legs were shaking, knees pushing together, trembling as she tried with all her might to push them apart and stand normally. This was all caused by that blonde girl, amusement clear in her voice when she spoke. The brunette’s body was begging for a way to hold it that didn’t involve holding herself like an embarrassing fucking toddler! She knew how to use the toilet! She just...wasn’t allowed to right now, said door locked. Both keys around the necks of her tormentors. “You! Bitch...Bitches! If I- Didn’t ne-need to, I wouldn’t be in front of the bathroom!” Rory’s eyes were locked on the key not even caring that she stuttered. Blue eyes wide, wet with emotion, could barely focus on that smirk each girl wore. Rory hated the way these two girls were looking at her, as if drinking in her desperation, entertaining the idea of this girl losing what little control over her body that she had left. “How badly do you need it? Prepared to beg? How...pitiful, needing to go so bad you can’t even speak, why doesn’t the little girl go use the potty~?” The snide giggle came from Madeline, whose back was against the bathroom door. Making sure in desperation the brunette couldn’t try to break the door down. Honestly though, this girl couldn’t even stand up straight, Rory whimpering, as her hands forced themselves between her thighs, her shorts tight against her skin. It felt like the fire in her chest was more and more intense the lower in her torso. Every movement made her body want to release a drop, anything just to get a smidgen of relief from this damn affliction. Rory could feel the two girl’s eyes on her, their gaze like a burning touch across her thighs, that wouldn’t stop trembling. Her knees could barely stand to hold her weight, shoving themselves together as her upper half bent over her lower. The pressure not really helping the situation, but standing up was so much worse. The desperate, defiling need was clawing its way down her body, tensing the muscles in her stomach, begging her to stop tensing her body, just let go of a small rush of the liquid she needed to get out of her body, her system. It was the ultimate temptation, only cut by the laughter of the two girls who were watching, Paris was holding something, and with a quick glance up, Rory whimpered, unable to form the words she needed. “You know, this video will be lovely to watch if you get too uppity with me again Rory, go on, wet yourself, you’re only delaying the inevitable.” Rory could only muster the strength to shake her head, her legs were shaking so much, her shoes kept slipping on the tile floor. Her legs wanted to lower her to the ground. But, any contact with the cold floor scared her, any more sensations down there, and her body would give out. Paris stepped forward with a click of her shoes, a finger jabbing Rory in the lower stomach, dragging a keen from the brunette, eliciting a sneer from the blonde. “Hgn! Ngh...ha-...Fuck! What...the fuck i-is your problem!” The quick panting breaths that came from Rory in that moment were all she could focus on, barely hearing the jeers from her supposed ‘friends’ embarrassment creeping up her spine like a near disease. Their words blurred together, as she felt the first step in her body’s next plan. A droplet had sneaked out, followed by another, and another, soaking into the pale pink fabric of her panties. The liquid was warm, only making it worse on her lower half, her breaths were getting shorter, and her legs stopped shaking, from just how hard she was tensing her poor abused lower half. Rory’s hand slammed into the wall beside her with such force, Paris let out a gasp, but that wasn’t the only reason why. Madeline snickering behind her hand as she hadn’t noticed yet, fingers playing with the chain around her neck, the two girls nearing the end of their prank, planning on letting the girl off the hook. “Oh my fucking god- Mady she’s pissing herself, holy shit!” Paris’ voice was mixed with amusement and disgust, and Rory felt her eyes finally have too many tears to hold, the liquid leaking down her flushed cheeks. Then the warmth wasn’t just a handful of rebellious drops that wanted to release pressure. Liquid was brushing it’s warmth across the fabric of her shorts, soaking through her thin panties in only a matter of seconds. A noise of relief left her as the burst of liquid only let the floodgates break. Instead of her shorts only being blotched with liquid, instead a stream was splashing down between her legs, the sound unmistakable between the girls. “W-Wait no I-” What little she was able to speak quickly melted into a noise that wasn’t one of desperation, wasn’t one of anything but...pleasure, from the relief of the sudden...emptiness in her bladder? The puddle on the floor spread between her shoes, flowing between the tiles underneath her. Rory knew...she should feel shame, embarrassment, but instead thrills of heat struck her. She wanted more, and instead of trying to stop, she only let it go, shivering, with a muted moan, not knowing when she pushed the back of her hand to her mouth, her other still on the wall beside her. Even just the thought of it now made that odd little zing rush straight to Rory’s thighs, spreading it’s tingling claws up her sensitive thighs, ever closer to the area that called for attention...Recalling the memory of the two girls teasing her to the brink...and then some. “Rory?” Lane had come back, with that bottle of wine she had promised. Rory flushed, noticing her hand on her thigh, leg bouncing, the flashback having been brought up due to her sudden need…though it wasn’t as bad as it had been that day, she wished it was. “Oh I uhm...just thinking about what happened...The other day, the way I was forced to uhm….y-you know.” Even just mentioning it made her flush, her mind bringing up fantasies of how else that memory might have ended. Lane even seemed to be embarrassed for her, glancing away, and pouring two glasses of the drink. Rory’s eyes lingering on her friend’s pink cheeks. “I can’t even imagine feeling that way...Embarrassed right?” Lane seemed to glance at Rory from the side of her eye, as if searching her features for something. Rory met the eyes of her friend, and nodded, though...hesitated. She felt guilty for lying but, how did you admit that it...turned you on? “That and...other things...I...well, is it normal to feel, ways from...an incident like that?” Rory swallowed, nervous at the sudden look of surprise on Lane’s face, but only flushed more when her friend nodded in response to her question. “I-It uhm, makes….me feel that way when I do that on...purpose.” Rory’s noise caught poor Lane off guard, making her down the wine in a couple of gulps, pouring herself more, Rory polishing off hers as well, to gather more courage. “N-No! Don’t take me the wrong way! I...It...It turns me on, to piss myself.” To that Lane flushed, shuffling her knees together, her own need delicately making itself known against her lower stomach. She had been holding it, planning on secretly wetting after Rory was gone. “I-I uhm, feel the same...The squirming, it...it makes me... Do you...well, I mean if it’s both of us, we could...enjoy it in company?” Lane’s suggestion snapped Rory’s eyes up to the other girl’s, her cheeks couldn’t be any pinker if they tried. “We could have a contest, the winner...gets to enjoy themselves a little more?” Rory felt breathless, the idea of Lane’s head, bobbing between her thighs? Or...making this kinky girl moan. Her hand balled into her blue shorts, the Nike logo crinkling with the fabric. “S-Sure! But...I hope you’ll enjoy getting me off in soaked pink shorts Lane.” Rory flushed at her own boldness, loving the way Lane crossed her legs, pushing her hands down the legs of those gym shorts, to grip the hem. It was so clear that Lane had put herself at a disadvantage, it turned Rory on so much, feeling herself grow wet at such a simple discovery. Rory loved that cute look on her face, her body tensing, and untensing, trying to save energy. Already her need was pressing against her lower half, sending her knees together, she knew her body was still recovering from giving out only a couple of days prior. Yet the idea of….pissing herself in front of someone, made her take another drink, the buzz of alcohol filling her limbs, her legs, making that soaking heat gathering between her thighs all the more noticeable. “Ngh! R-Rory, your legs are already shaking, should you really drink more? Are you trying to lose?” Lane’s amused voice didn’t match her body, hunched over, hands between her legs, Rory felt her thighs tense, knowing she had almost...barely escaped from wetting herself, losing so quickly. “Maybe I just wanna hear you moan like t-that again~” Rory’s confidence was all too real, but her legs were betraying the fact that her body was giving out. Knees shaking, ankles far apart, she didn’t dare put her hand against herself. She wouldn’t be able to not touch herself, soaking wet as her pussy was. “Hehe...so much c-confidence for a loser.” Rory grinned, assuming it was more sexy trash talk, until she felt her leg jerk from sudden pleasure, and not a single person had touched her. “O-Oh! Fuck I...Ngh~!” Her body, with its recent shutdown, was sensitive, too sensitive for the mix of booze and pressure, she was doomed to lose from the very start, something Lane looked thrilled about. Her shorts, a soft pale blue, with pink trim stood no chance. The burst of urine that came from Rory soaked the inner thighs of her shorts within seconds. The warmth of the liquid pooling between her legs, leaking down the front of the leather couch, staining the shorts as Rory moaned, her eyes fluttering closed, as her head tilted back against the couch. The feeling it sent up her body made her shiver, peaking her eyes open to watch Lane. The sight almost made her cum right then and there, Lane was shaking, pink-faced, hands between her legs, bent over a bit...All while fixated on the pee that was on her couch, across Rory’s body. “I….it was so sudden...h-how much did we drink?” Rory was fearful for a second that Lane was going to betray her, pulling out a camera to expose her to the would-be bullys of before. However she didn’t, instead, crossing her legs the other way, her breathing giving away the way her full bladder was making her feel. Brown eyes taking in the sight, hands shaking with need. “I won Rory...my...r-reward. I need it...” Rory flushed watching her companion as those legs trembled with the effort it took to hold back her need. Slowly inched apart at the knees, showing a pair of shorts that wasn’t good at hiding her shame at all. A neon pink pair, that right in front of Rory’s eyes had a few sporadic droplets soaking into it, the dark color so very obvious. “Can...you handle your reward?” Rory’s voice was a purr of lust, now that her need was gone, her bladder empty in such a hot way, soaked all the way through her shorts, she was ready to make Lane’s body beg for release, in more ways than one. Leaning over, Rory loved how Lane’s breath hitched. Her hand moving across the couch to hold her knee, pushing her legs apart knowing her body wasn’t ready for such a sudden movement. Her body lasted about two seconds before a small stream just barely managed to wet her crotch, those pink shorts clinging to the girl. Lane’s gasp was so pleasure filled Rory couldn’t help but sneak a glance up at the girl in front of her, legs shaking more now from the simple pleasure of releasing some pressure rather than the strain of holding back her needs. Rory pressed her lips to the inner side of Lane’s thigh, letting her breath fog over the sensitive skin as Lane’s fingers dug into the fabric of the couch. The winner’s own breath hitching at the sensations that hadn’t even begun to pleasure her yet. All Rory responded with was the sound of soft laughter, her tongue moving over the upper part of her inner thigh, drawing a smiley with the tip of her tongue through the pink shorts. Lane groaned softly, under her breath, trying to keep the sound in check. “T-Tease...get to it...I won, didn’t I-I? Ngh!” That cute stutter in her voice was cut off when the air was exposed to her soaked panties, pastel green with a blotch of yellow, no puddle yet. Her bladder bumped through her tank top, showing how much she still had left. “And miss these sounds you’re making?” The teasing in Rory’s voice was unmistakable, as she dropped the shorts to the ground, crumpled and wet, Rory hooked her fingers on the sides of her panties, pulling them down, to relish how wet Lane was. Rory was eager, and so was Lane, who’s legs spread, allowing a little bit of urine to drip onto the couch, the girl’s hands, gripping the couch behind her head, as Rory kept her legs apart. Leaning her head down, Rory slowly dragged her tongue over the lips of her flower. Gentle and slow, loving how the steady breathing from before was anything but with just a simple movement. “Ohfuckme...such a tease.” Her voice was breathless after only one little touch of the tip of her tongue, yet Rory wasn’t one to keep her winner waiting. Her tongue gently explored a hair deeper, loving the way Lane’s thighs squeezed either side of her head. Flicking the tip she barely brushed her bud of pleasure, loving the near-shout Lane made at such a simple pleasure. “Oh god! Oh...please...don’t stop! More!” Every couple of seconds begs fell from the smaller woman’s mouth, urging her to continue, eyes closed, and mouth open, her panting was all Rory needed as encouragement. Only a small movement of her tongue was needed to draw her clit into her mouth, sucking on it only sent poor Lane into heaven, and Rory felt it, her body giving out. “Ngh! Fuck! Rory!” Her calls were only getting louder, as Rory’s fingers dug into the flesh of her friend, feeling her muscles tighten more and more, her head moving between the pale legs of the winner, whose body wasn’t giving her much of a choice. Her body loosened just a hair, urine splashing between the two, soaking into the couch and leaking down the front of the couch, getting on Rory’s shirt as she continued her task, smiling against the needy puss, that was trying to ride her mouth in the cutest way. “O-Oh fuck- I can’t keep i-it...it in! I-'' What passed through her lips next was nothing more than moans, her back arching from the couch as her piss soaked into the carpet, though that wasn’t the only liquid coming out of her, drool shining on the edge of her lips, as her eyes closed. Rory loved how loud her little winner was, pulling back with a smirk, licking her lips. “Congratulations~” “Mmm….I” Madeline glanced at Paris as her friend leaned down beside her, though much slower than she usually did. Cutting herself off, Madeline coughed to cover it up, though tensed as she did...What was wrong with her? It was like her body was slowly heating up, as if it couldn’t focus on anything else other than her bladder. Heating up her lower half, making every brush of clothing, every glance her way so much more...intense, shouldn’t she just go...pee? Nono...not in the middle of gym class. The only weird thing was that she had barely drank any of the water Rory had given her. The water Rory had given to both her, and...Paris...that made her have to pee very suddenly. “W- Fuck...What is it?” Paris whispered under her breath, fingers reaching for her ankles and grabbing them, holding the yoga pose the class was all following. Though it felt like her body was screaming for her to just leave, go to the bathroom. She was fine though, it wasn’t that bad, right? She had half a bottle of water, she shouldn’t need to go this badly! Though...she didn’t want to go take care of it, not yet. “Are...you okay? it’s….I feel weird.” Madeline swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut, as she assumed the same position, feeling her stomach bend over her bladder just a bit, the pressure was immense. Her face flushed with the feeling of need that buzzed up her spine, mixing with the warmth that was pressing on her lower half, dragging it’s seductive fingers across places she really didn’t need to have to...satisfy, in the middle of the day. “Same, I...doubt she drugged us.” Paris huffed, more annoyed with her bladder than her friend, who seemed to have a similar problem. The two on the same page about what was...wrong. “Y-Yeah, I barely even have to...anyway.” Madeline murmured, avoiding the sharp eye of their instructor, focusing on her gym sneakers, glancing to Paris one last time. If she was faring badly, then poor Paris was doing much worse, even from the two feet away she was, she could see easily that Paris’ hands weren’t steady, as the rest of the class moved to spread their legs apart. Paris’ were shaking like a leaf, the girl panting though this class was low-exertion. Everyone in the class besides the two were chatting, giggling, and Paris’ face flushed, blonde hair held out of her face in a ponytail. Were they talking about her? No...no, Mady was fine and so was she. That fire in Paris’ stomach was only clawing lower, matching with Madeline as she tried to ignore it, sinking to one knee, she whimpered, a sting of pain shooting up her spine. Her hands balled into fists, a small bit of confusion passing her face as she….felt herself grow wet, but...in more ways than one. Peeing, Paris was peeing herself in the middle of gym class. But that was impossible wasn’t it?! It wasn’t like she had to go that badly! Madeline whimpered quietly, as she couldn’t tear her eyes away from her friend, who was frozen in place, shaking as urine splashed down her thigh, soaking into her mat as people in the classroom fell silent. “M-Mady...” Paris’ voice, next to her, shaking, steeped in desperation that only made Mady acutely aware of how far apart her legs were spread, eyes unable to look away. “Yea- Oh god.” Mady had looked up to her friend, expecting her to need help out of her position, not for Paris to be staring at her legs, only to realize what was happening amongst the whispers of their classmates. Madeline’s legs were slowly darkening with rivulets of yellow leaking down the navy blue shorts. Dripping off the edge of the hem, down her pale legs to the yoga mat underneath her, knees were shaking, barely able to support her, and both girls were too terrified to move. The entire class was silent, except for the occasional giggle, and both girls knew who the culprit was. Paris was staring straight at Mady’s accident, and she knew what was happening. Paris could feel the warmth soaking her shorts, her underwear, the warmth of it making her aching needy pussy only that much more desperate. She was losing control, she loved it, she was so fucking horny, and all she had done was...piss herself, in front of everyone, right...next to Madeline. “What happened?! I’ve never...done that before.” Madeline was biting her nails, legs on the bench beside her as Paris paced, the two girls in their undergarments, while their clothes washed in the gym’s attached laundry room. The rest of the class finishing outside. Madeline couldn’t take her eyes from Paris’ panties, stained a little yellow from her accident, she jerked her eyes away whenever Paris’ eyes fell on her own, embarrassed, but...enjoying the way her friend looked. “Didn’t feel nice, did it now, girls?” Rory’s voice, from behind a row of lockers, stepping into view, she was in her own gym clothes, and Paris had to rip her eyes away from Mady’s wet panties, flushing pink. “What on earth are you-” Paris stopped as Rory came closer, eyes raking over their wet, stained clothes, with a sneer. “Didn’t feel the need to change out of those...garments?” Rory knew it, the shifty looks, the way they were covering themselves, as if worried she could see how horny they were. ”You liked it, didn’t you...pissing yourselves?” Rory as she spoke stepped closer to Paris, a forefinger playing across the wet, see-through slit in her garments. Paris’ yelp turned into a moan, before she could stop herself. Hands covering her mouth as she looked away. Madeline’s legs unintentionally pushed apart, wanting it so badly, her body betrayed her lust, hoping to be touched too. Rory moved to give her what she wanted, a thumb pressing through the wet fabric to play against the tip of her clit. Mady’s reaction was immediate, a stifled groan into her palm, eyes shutting from the surge of pleasure. “It’s too easy...stop messing with me...both of you...and we can help each other out...If you’re that needy, that horny, from peeing yourself...” Rory trailed off, Paris looking on with near jealous eyes at the touches she wasn’t getting, moving closer to straddle the bench, her own hand on her own thigh, as if trying to tempt the brunette. “And if I did like it? What are you going to do?” Paris spoke, while Madeline nearly rutted on Rory’s thumb. Paris felt her nipples harden, poking through her shirt, as Rory glanced down, taking in Paris’ obviously wet underclothes. “I’ll let you get off on me....I’ll pleasure both of you...since it was so easy to get you both to piss yourselves, embarrassed that you liked it?” Mady and Paris felt like they’d burn alive if they didn’t take this girl’s offer, frantic nodding meeting the offer made. Rory took her thumb away, Madeline covering her mouth to keep from moaning, eyes half lidded in pure lust, Paris trying to fight hers back and failing, especially with the diuretics still in her system, the bench she sat on was slowly wetting with what little liquid had reentered her bladder. Rory undressed in front of them, dropping her shirt to the floor, her shorts to the ground, as she pushed Paris’ legs apart, straddling the blonde, their wet panties, stained slightly yellow pressed together, Paris whimpering in need as Rory’s lips locked with hers, their hips rutting together, their clits only getting mild friction from the inside of their soaking wet pussies and their silk panties, their shorts hanging off their legs, soaked with urine from both girls. “R-Rory, what about me? I...I want it too, I’ll piss myself again...anything please?” She was desperate, and Rory couldn’t speak with the moaning she was doing into the lips of the prissy blonde she had tamed. Moving to push Paris down onto the bench, she kept riding her, fingers fumbling to push silk out of the way to scissor the girl, the scent of urine turning all the girls on even more. Paris was moaning, her head tilted back as she saw Madeline take the hint, wet panties pushed down, she moved to kneel on the bench, aching puss only an inch away from Paris’ mouth. “So horny just from a little bit of peeing?” Rory teased, unable to help herself, getting even more turned on from how her own body bounced against Paris’, how Paris’ hands went to Madeline’s hips and dragged her pussy onto her lips, eating Mady out as the girls’ legs gave out, sitting fully on Paris' face. Rory didn’t waste time, leaning forward to grab Madeline’s face, she kissed her, their lips locking and unlocking to breathe, moans muffled into each other, as Rory’s own body responded to the lust. Her urine leaked down Paris’ bare stomach, soaking the under edge of her bra, and leaking to the side, down to the floor, into a small puddle.
  15. Frost webbed over the sweaty skin of his hand, dancing down his wrist and up his arm, to freeze the liquid to him. Culminating in shards of ice, falling from around his head onto the blankets, and pillows in their shared room. The little swords melted into the pillow nearly as soon as they had fallen, though more followed them. “N...No...please…” His voice cracked, from the stress weighing on it, unable to bear the pressure. His fingers worked their way into twisting the sheets, gripping something for dear life, anything, that might keep him safe from the images dancing in his head. The headless monster, XinQiu’s...body. His leg pulled up, thigh nearly pressing to his belly as he whimpered, head pushing back to where his scalp touched the headboard. Hair like that of a snow drift, pressing against oak stained wood. “X-Xing....” Though this sentence, this too-quiet cry for help never reached completion. With that, white eyelashes parted, ice blue eyes staring at the ceiling for hardly more than a heartbeat. His body was up faster than he could comprehend, the frost that covered his body only expanding, his comforter soon frozen in their once comforting waves of fabric. “XingQiu?” Instead of the words that were supposed to come out, it was a bare squeak, more likely a whimper than anything resembling speech. Chongyun’s breathing was erratic, his eyes darting in the darkness of the room to find the prone figure of his friend...Hadn’t he promised they’d sleep in the same room? He needed to find him, needed someone near him- No...no, he needed to be sure his friend from a high family wasn’t hurt...It wasn’t for his own comfort. Yet despite this proclamation deep inside of him, he knew it was a falsity. Chongyun wanted to be sure he wasn’t alone. To be honest Chongyun wasn’t really sure how he got XingQiu to agree to coming out here with him. Maybe he hadn’t? He wasn’t sure of any of the thoughts rattling around his head, except for one...Find him….be near him...be by someone who made him feel...safe. Chongyun’s feet touched the floor, eyes widening at the spider webbing of frost that burst forth from his bare feet. It spread faster than he was used to it doing, even crawling up the door before he even stood up. Shaking, his hand was brought to his mouth, fingers digging into the flesh of his cheek, nails nearly cutting his own flesh. Why was he such a danger to himself and others...He needed something cold, something to cool down the spirit he had, before he wound up hurting someone. Stepping lightly on the wood, frost only continued to layer itself on the floor, quickly melting, only to be brought right back. Getting to the door felt like a mistake, he was making a mistake, what if he’d freeze a guest? What if he freezed XingQiu?! Yet he couldn’t make himself stop, his body only craved comfort, and he wanted it from one source. His palms pressed to the paper of the door in the dim light, not even the windows were open, only a small sliver cracked in the window’s coverings allowed him to see the room even slightly. Right away the paper dusted itself in his frosty breath, making his shoulder tense, his fingers shaking too much for him to bear reaching for the door’s handle. With a push he was outside of the room, in the hallway, candlelight from the end of the hall falling over his body, his eyes flicking to it, as if somehow it was a source of danger. “XingQiu?” Again, his voice wouldn’t work, it was like the nightmare had stolen his ability to speak, like it had stolen his voice. He wanted to call out for him so badly, but instead, he’d have to find him, himself. Hair fell in his face, not in it’s usual array, more messy, like his body was displaying his discomfort… Then he noticed his breath, in the darkness he hadn’t seen it but now? In front of his face, between his near-frozen fingers, in the warm summer-like weather of Liyue...His breath was fogging. That hand on his face only grew tighter, his vision blurring as he realized just in what state he was in. Near full on fight-or-flight, yet here he was shuffling down the hallway like a little kid to their daddy. How stupid was he? XingQiu couldn’t see him like this! The exorcist forced his hands from his face, only to wince in shame at the mix of fogged breath, shaking hands...and finally, the cherry on top of the cake for the poor boy. A tear, then another, then another fell down his face, his shoulders finally releasing from the tension, to shake as he stood there. Blue eyes locked onto the room he hoped XingQiu was in, without the courage to go any further. It felt like near hours he was standing there, when in reality hardly any moments passed. The sound of crip bell-like laughter from that room, that common room patrons were allowed to lounge while they rested. XingQiu’s laugh made his shaking ease for just a moment, his eyes went wider and he took a step forward without even sending the command to his body. “Xin-” His hand slapped over his mouth, what was he doing!? What was he doing!? His friend...he couldn’t see him like this! What if that laugh was turned on...on Chongyun? Over a stupid dream that even a kid wouldn’t be having in this situation. Yet, his body took another step, and another, and he couldn’t help himself. His gait was slow, hesitant, dripping with the fear he couldn’t voice even if he tried. The closer he got to the doorway the harder it was for the reasonable side of his brain to listen to him. Instead he saw the shape of his friend, legs tucked underneath him, flipping the pages to the book they had bought for him on the way here. The fact he didn’t want to wake Chongyun, he was too excited not to read him, brought a small watery smile to the exorcist’s face. A tiny, beading hope of calm pierced his chest. XingQiu was safe, he always had been that way. What Chongyun didn’t expect was those honey-amber eyes flicking from ink on a page right to Chongyun, unseen by his author friend, the door he had peaked open, his palm resting on...Spiderwebbed with frost, small clinks of little ice pieces hitting the hardwood floors. “Chongyun?” That voice of his was clear, yet soft, and it wasn’t answered. Chongyun took a step back, not wanting to enter the room’s candle light. He didn’t want Xingqiu to see him like this. “Chongyun...I know that it is you, what happened?” That comforting voice went from soft pleasant surprise, to worry...The drop in Chongyun’s stomach from worrying him, showing this sign of weakness, made him want to run off into the night, never to be seen again. “N-Na...I...” A mistake, his voice wasn’t ready to say anything, much less cover up his distress with a jovial response. His companion stood, a hand on the table in front of him, brows knit, looking right at his shape in the doorway. Xingqiu couldn’t help but be reminded of...a scared child, a toddler...too afraid to wake their father up. “Have you been….crying, Chongyun?” Just that simple question made him feel as if a spotlight from a Liyue puppet theatre was on him, shining in his eyes...giving him no escape. What little comfort he had managed to glean from just being sure his friend was still there, melted faster than his frost. His clenched fist pressed to his chest, his hand clapped back over his face. Without instruction his feet lead him back, frost spider webbing so far as to even climb into the room XingQiu had been sitting in, glinting, then melting in the candlelight. He couldn’t do this! He couldn’t handle it, the worry in his friend’s face, the spotlight that wasn’t truly there...Chongyun wished he had just had the balls to roll over and go back to sleep, not bother someone who had been enjoying the night… “Chongyun...is that a yes? What happened?” Dark blue hair was tucked behind a pale ear as he came closer, the frost that had melted, the droplets on the floor seemed to flow towards him, getting rid of it, like it had never happened. Chongyun couldn’t take it, another step back, that was answered with fingers reaching out to touch his wrist, so close to his face. Frost covered the other boy’s skin, in only a matter of seconds, Chongyun’s eyes widening as he tried to jerk away. He didn’t want to hurt him! But, that hand only followed, wrapping around Chongyun’s hand, gently taking it from his face, the frost on XingQiu’s arm cracked, and fell to the floor, melting again. “No...no you don’t need to run away...you can’t talk right now, that’s okay. We’ll just take a little sit down, won’t you join me?” Xingqiu didn’t even glance at the frost, though Chongyun sure did. Worried it would give him frostbite, worry clenching his stomach, a knot in his chest that felt ungodly warm compared to the rest of him. The exorcist watched as his friend turned, to gently bring him into the room, and yet, Chongyun didn’t move, didn’t come into the light, instead XingQiu’s arm jerked as their contact broke, Chongyun bringing his hand back to his chest. He felt so ungodly warm in his chest, like he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, everything was too much for him right now. The details overwhelmed him, the sound of the wind outside, the light from the candle, he wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. But he couldn’t do that in front of Xingqiu, and couldn't risk freezing the Inn. “I-I...I...I’m s...sorry.” His voice, so broken, hoarse, barely audible, nearly couldn’t be recognized by the owner it came from. Blue eyes met amber ones, and with one movement XingQiu’s hand came back onto his face, brushing frost away from underneath Chongyun’s eyes, those frozen tears clinking to the floor. “What….on earth are you apologizing for, silly?” The slight amusement in his voice, his gentle hands, brushing up into his blue hair to scritch down the back of his head. The comfort it sent through him was so needed, it nearly brought those tears right back, his eyes staying right on his friends, until he realized...Realized XingQiu was seeing him so...vulnerable. “Don’t….please XingQiu you can’t s-see me...can’t see me like this.” In response to that, Xingqiu’s hand moved down his shoulder, to gently take his hand, squeezing it, as he also took his other. “Leaving you alone Chongyun? I’m surprised you even suggested that, come, sit with me.” XingQiu’s hands gently edged him forward, out of the doorway he was hiding in, into the candlelight. When the icey boy was illuminated, he could tell immediately that XingQiu hadn’t been able to get a good look at him until right now, at that very moment. “Your eyes are red...you’re...god Chongyun you’re shaking!” XingQiu didn’t want to risk the poor exorcist’s chances, standing on those shaking knees of his. Pulling him to the pile of pillows that XingQiu had been using as a chair. “N-No...not...m’not.” Squeezing his eyes shut for just a second, he felt dizzy, eyes dotting, and he couldn’t tell if he was about to faint, or if he simply needed to breathe more than a rapid shallow breath. When his body couldn’t hold out any longer, he took a deep breath, his exhale fogging the glass XingQiu had been using, as he sat down, hands still in XingQiu’s. “Yes...you are, like a leaf or...some kind of kicked puppy. What happened to you? What aren’t you telling me?” It was exactly the kind of question Chongyun had been fearing, closing his eyes and looking away, he simply shook his head, unable to stand the way his own voice betrayed how anxious he was, nervous, all from a stupid dream. “Chongyun...” The motivation behind using his name was clear, and Chongyun answered, turning back towards his friend, hating the way his eyes were so concerned...Chongyun was the one who ruined his night. “Tell me what-” Wind picked up, making the old Inn creak, both boys thinking nothing of it, until that is, when the window covering outside slammed into the building’s outside wall, with a sound Chongyun would swear, was the loudest thing he ever heard in his life, later on at least. The little noise that left Chongyun was quickly cut, a reaction that XingQiu never expected from the boy that controlled his emotions, to near soldier-like levels. “Damn! It’s alright...it’s...alright...” XingQiu’s eyes had been dragged up to look at the wall as the sound spooked them both, but looked down at Chongyun, seeing his hand on his sleeve, squeezing it like it was a lifeline. “Did it scare you that badly, Chongyun?” XingQiu couldn’t help himself, the way Chongyun was acting, the way he clung to him, the jumpiness, his arms moved around the other boy. XingQiu’s neck was a haven for Chongyun, it was warm, smelled of a warm summer's rain, and comforted him beyond almost anything. Almost...anything. Chongyun didn’t speak as he was pressed close, eyes wide over XingQiu’s shoulder, burning holes into the back wall with his stare, as he shoved his knees together, shaking slightly, when the shakes were so close to having stopped just moments ago. That warm knot in his chest he had felt ever since the hallway was screaming it’s presence now, though it was lower, much lower than anything he had wanted. That spook, that scare had tensed every single muscle in his body, forcing that pressure down, too hard, too suddenly Chongyun’s eyes began to dampen, his fingers gently squeezing the cloth on XingQiu’s back, as he felt what he already knew to be true. A small spot of dampness was spreading between his thighs, from his left leg. It was warm, too warm to be anything else, he could see it clearly in his mind's eye, praying to god it wasn’t soaking through more fabric. His underclothes were white, like all his clothes were, yet he could only imagine the yellow spreading over the cloth that cupped him, that made sure there was no chaffing on his legs from hours of walking. Leaking in small rivulets down his leg, yellow against the stark witness of it. He wanted to check, just to make sure XingQiu wouldn’t see his shame, but he didn’t dare too, not when he could out himself. “It’s alright, in a moment, I’ll go latch the window for you, and we can figure out a way to put you back in bed, won’t we now?” XingQiu’s voice made him tense, putting an additional questioning tilt to the end of his sentence that hadn’t meant to be there. “Chongyun? Do you not want me to let go?” The poor exorcist nearly let out a nervous hiccup of laughter, that would have all too quickly turned into a sob of dejection. “You...c-can’t, can’t...” His words refused to do their job, ignoring his commands, and he could feel XingQiu shift against him, worry in every movement of his companions. “Can’t?” A hand, so much warmer than Chongyun’s own flesh, moved up his arm, to coast down his spine, nails scritching his flesh, in a way that made Chongyun nearly...forget about what he was so tense for, until he shifted his own weight in response. Feeling that near frozen liquid against his own body, that shame, what he had done. There was no excuse for it, he was a horrible exorcist, peeing himself even a little at the thought of a malevolent spirit. Pressing his knees, thighs, closer together he shook his head, trying to force his words into the sentence he needed. “Can’t see me...m-me, like, this...p-pitiful.” To his words, the hand stopped at the small of his back, scritching at the base of his spine and chuckling lightly. “It’s not pitiful...to have a nightmare. Nothing else would scare you this much...What was it about?” Chongyun, who had squeezed his eyes shut in shame against his companion’s neck, lurched back, eyes wide, making eye contact with XingQiu for only a split second. “N-No! I...I didn’t!” His voice cracked so badly in fear, that he wanted to never speak again, shuffling back on the floor, keeping his legs clamped, watching XingQiu’s eyes, terrified they’d flick downwards. Seeing some sort of proof that he was barely his age, barely an exorcist. “The headless corpse, walking around drenching blood, and stealing the heads of the people they kill. It’s a story, but...” The book keeper trailed off, tilting his head as Chongyun tensed, lip wobbling, knees shaking together. The Exorcist, was fighting for his life to keep his emotions under control, but his yang spirit ignored those attempts...His body was giving out on him, he could feel the smallest spurt of shame, slowly leak down his briefs, to his backside, and he knew if it touched his clothes even once...it was game over, XingQiu would notice his shame. “It..didn’t...d-didn’t...” Chongyun’s sentence being finished was a pipe dream while he was in this state, barely having enough mental strength to hold back his bladder from giving out on him. Those amber eyes weren’t paying attention to his lips, white eyelashes instead were XingQiu’s focus. Frosted with tears, a face marked with tear streaks. His cheeks were flushed, though hardly noticeable, his body wouldn’t allow him more than that. Eyes flicking down, he noticed the way Chongyun tensed, immediately trying to pull back more, but XingQiu followed, scooting forward on the floor as Chongyun tried to retreat. Chongyun’s knees were shaking, but together, forced that way, as if he was terrified of anything showing. His loincloth clamped tightly between his legs, hands shaking if they weren’t balled into fists, shoved into the floor. “Chongyun...” The poor boy nearly burst into body-wracking sobs, tears sliding down his face, as he waited for it, waiting for what he feared. ‘You’re not strong enough to be an exorcist’, ‘You peed on yourself!? What are you doing, being your age and doing that?!’ He couldn’t help but interrupt. “Pleasedon’t” Chongyun closed his eyes his voice barely audible, not able to face what he know would be a face of disappointment, he couldn’t take it, not today, not ever...not from XingQiu. “If this...exorcism...if the story is too scary for you, please, don’t hide it from me. It gave you nightmares tonight, didn’t it?” Chongyun only heard the shifting of movement, though he refused to look at his companion. Then...the feeling of warm flesh again, instead of being shoved away, he was being...held...again? His eyes flew open, seeing the navy strands of hair in his face, feeling the arm around his hips, terrified of XingQiu pressing closer, parting his legs with his knee. “I-I...n-no...” He couldn’t bring himself to admit it, even if it might get him off the hook and a chance to clean himself up, if his bladder was done soaking his briefs. “Shhh, no need to lie, I know you Chongyun...I know you.” XingQiu squeezed him tighter, the two lapsing into a silence, XingQiu’s hand, rubbing those soft circles up and down his back, holding him, for as long as he needed it. Minutes passed, the distant sounds of rain slowly creeping closer, as finally, Chongyun nodded, opting not to speak as he let his companion take care of him. “What a worried little snowdrift, I’ve got you...” Slowly, the book keeper began to peel away, wanting to help Chongyun back into bed, with him in the room of course. Then the bad luck for the ice powered boy only got even worse. The window blew out the candle on the table that had already burned far too low with Chongyun’s interruption. Then the room lit up, throwing odd shadows across his friend’s face, the room, and his eyes grew in horror. The thunderclap was the worst part, shaking the inn nearly, or maybe it was his heightened fear response. It made him want to shove his hands over his ears, pping a yelp from him. XingQiu’s automatic response pushed him closer, but Chongyun was faster, knowing what his body had just done to him. Two hands met XingQiu’s chest, and without thinking it through, Chongyun shoved him away, that knot of heat was pushing down on his lower half, in a way that nearly hurt...until it didn’t “Sorry! I-I….it...I’msorry...”Chongyun tried to stumble to his feet before he could disgrace himself, a hand on the wall behind him frosting over the entire west side of the room. Dropping the temperature within the area by at least fifteen degrees. Though it wasn’t simply frost, spikes of ice that looked like miniature swords poked out from the wall, clattering to the floor, and beginning to melt. But even just a movement as simple as getting up, doomed him, though even sitting his bladder was too hyperactive that night, to hold it. “L-Look!! Lookaway! Please...lookaway!” The desperation in his voice was evident, slamming his own hand into his chest, that he wasn’t using to support himself. Chongyun turned to leave, but couldn’t move, his body was all locked up, flakes of frozen ice and snow falling from his arms, his face. This was the real nightmare, wasn’t it? XingQiu seeing him being such a fucking wuss? Then that warm knot in his lower stomach, pounding on his bladder, making his knees shake, got it’s way, his body too shaky, too unstable to fight back for too long. He doubled over with a whimper, and a muffled cry, his body desperately trying to find a way to make him feel better. His anxious spirit having too much of a hold on him for any sort of home remedy to work under all this stress. The hand on his chest, shoved itself between his legs, not caring if it was obvious anymore so long as it didn’t actually happen more than it already had. “Chongyun?! Chongyun!? What the hell is going on?!” Doubling over didn’t help, and it didn’t matter that he was wearing his loincloth, his own stupid hand moved it out of the way! XingQiu had relit the candle’s twin, and could see....everything. The shame was engulfing, ice spreading from his feet, slowly, much thicker than any frost from his hands. “Don’t look! D-Don- Nghh!” His knees pressed together, his ass resting on the wall behind him as he trembled, feet apart, he looked like a toddler who couldn’t make it to the damn bathroom. Between his fingertips, beads of liquid were forming, dripping to the icey floor in little plinks, as the warm knot in his abdomen slowly began to get somehow worse. Screaming for him to fully let go as he relieved even just a hair of the pressure. “N-Nopleasepleasestop...please.” His soft toned beg, cracking with his sobs wasn’t enough to get his body to listen to him, it needed relief from the constant bursts of fear, and it would get it, at the cost of his emotions, and pride. The drips between his fingers only got worse, turning into the shyest streams that broke the silence between them with the hiss that they made. He couldn’t force himself to stop, his thighs painfully cutting into the edges of his hand, but it wasn’t enough to stop the pee from gushing from his palm. Slowly starting to soak his inner thighs, in a shameful waterfall, that couldn’t be ignored. Instead of the white the cloth had been just a moment before, yellow soaked down his only set of clothes he had brung on the one day trip. He didn’t want to have to walk around in this! He wished he’d die, right then and there, freeze and never have to face what would happen next, his plea only attesting to that. “X-XingQiu please...don’tlookatme.” He couldn’t even open his eyes to check, if his friend was even still in the room. Desperate sobs broke free from him, the only lifeline keeping him from falling in his own puddle was the wall behind him, now slab of ice behind him, cuffing his arm in his own creation to give the poor boy stability. What little help his hand was between his thighs, was soon undercut. Between his fingers, the stream steadily grew, until it’s hiss was undeniable, even over the sound of the rain outside. His bladder tingled with pain in his lower belly, until finally, the streams stopped, drips of his shame falling from his fingers, and in the silence, he didn’t hear anything. He didn’t want to move, taking a step sounded like a task for a god. “I’msorry, I’m so sorry, pleasedon’thateme.” Moments passed and he still heard nothing, and he found himself quietly sobbing under his breath, tears leaking down his cheeks to find the puddle between his legs. He had just lost his best friend, to his own stupid bodys failings. “Chongyun oh my god...Oh god...” It was his voice, but what he said only made the sobs worse, he was blind to the world, refusing to open his eyes, and soaked, an embarrassment to his family. “Please, I’msorry, I couldn’t...I tried.” Chongyun’s voice was so broken, so butchered by his own cries that he could hardly speak, trying somehow to make the words make up for what he had just done to himself. Hearing the steps in front of him, he backed up into the wall, the ice breaking to allow him to, a shadow falling over him, all Chongyun could do was shake his head, too upset for words, or thinking. His eyes remained shut, only a soft whimper leaving in in place of words. “I’m so sorry...Nono, it was me, I shouldn’t have upset you so, or left someone like you all alone, I didn’t take proper care of my partner, when I know he needs me.” Chongyun only sobbed in response, and XingQiu felt quilt scratching at the inside of his ribs, tearing him apart as he reached out, not caring about the puddle, instead, only cradling the face of his friend. “You must have been so scared from that dream...is that why you came to me?”Chongyun felt horrified, if only he had stayed in his room, if he had just rolled over and gone to sleep, instead of...being this inconvenience that he was! “N-No...wasn’t...” In response, he could almost...feel XingQiu’s smile, and that threw him, so much so that he cracked open his eyes, a defiant sniffle he couldn’t muffle being the only sound between them, as he realized...XingQiu was rubbing his cheeks with his thumb, smiling at him, like he was his whole world. “Shhh, you were...it’s okay, it’s okay love that’s why I’m here now...Spooky things should be left for someone else for right now.” XingQiu’s hands were warm, so much warmer than his skin, that it felt like an ice cube at best. Those hands always seemed to know what they wanted, and soon, Chongyun’s chest was bumped into his friend’s. “N-No! My...clothes...they’re wet...you’ll...you...you’ll get wet.” A soft chuckle, in that gentle tone was all he got in response, the hand that pulled him close traveling to the back of his head, pressing his teary face into the warm cradle of his friend’s neck. “I...I’m...” Chongyun wanted to cry again, to say he’s sorry until it was wiped from XingQiu’s memory, but he couldn’t, so instead, his face found the warm comforting smell of summer rain in his friend’s neck, shuddering as he fought off sobs. Sobs that seemed less and less all consuming the more XingQiu rubbed his back, held him close, stroked his hair. “Let’s get you cleaned up...and I’ll read to you, something much calmer...Instead of a trip to the mountains, why don’t I treat you to something sweet at the teashop?” Chongyun genty nodded into his friend’s flesh, as XingQiu held him as long as he needed.
  16. Summary: Julian is a bedwetter and diaper lover who likes to pretend to be little. When he starts university, he doesn't feel comfortable staying in the dorms and ends up renting a room in the house of an older man named Alexander. Alexander is tall and athletic and very handsome, and Julian dreams of having him for a Daddy Dom. Perhaps it's meant to be? Author's Note: So, this is a story I've been working on for a long time and feel like I'm finally getting somewhere with, so I've decided to start posting it. It's actually inspired by a pair of characters from one of my Sims games, with a bedwetting and incontinence mod plus a lot of custom content, so I've got some screenshots I can share with you all as well. The names of some of the locations and other things mentioned are taken from The Sims 4 and the Discover University expansion pack. I hope you enjoy it! CW for this chapter: sexual content, misgendering, dysphoria ———————— Chapter 1. Julian rang the doorbell, looking up at the house while he waited. It was nice. Not huge, but definitely among the nicer houses in Britechester, a town known for its fine old architecture. It was the home of Professor Alexander Jones of the History, Languages, and Literature departments at UBrite. Julian expected a kindly old man or a stern teacher, but that was not what greeted him when the door opened. The man in front of him was in his mid to late forties. His brown hair was dusted with silver and he wore a tweed suit, all of which was in keeping with Julian’s idea of distinguished UBrite professors. But Professor Jones was also tall, broad shouldered, and decidedly well built. His slacks clung to his thick, muscled thighs, and even through the suit it was impossible not to see that this man was in peak physical condition. ‘Ah! You must be Julian. Come in!’ ‘Er . . . thank you.’ Julian smiled and stepped through the door. No one told me UBrite professors were muscle daddies, he thought. I wonder what the ones at Foxbury are like. ‘It’s nice to meet you, Professor Jones,’ he said. ‘Alexander, please.’ The man gave him a brilliant smile, making Julian’s heart pound. ‘I’m not your teacher. Not yet, anyway. What were you planning to study?’ ‘Oh, I’m going to Foxbury, not UBrite.’ Julian smiled. Alexander raised an eyebrow. ‘Bold of you, to tell me you’ll be going to the competition.’ Julian laughed. ‘If UBrite gave Honours degrees in STEM fields, I’m sure that’s where I’d be going, but as it is, Foxbury’s the place for a budding engineer.’ ‘Hmm. Well, to each his own. I expect you’ll want to see the room.’ He led Julian up two flights of stairs, to the top floor of the house, and opened a door. The room was large and comfortable-looking, with a bed, dresser, closet, sofa, and desk. ‘You’ll have your own bathroom,’ said Alexander, walking through the room and opening a door. Julian peeked inside. The bathroom was blue-tiled, with a corner bathtub, shower, and plenty of cupboard space. That was good. ‘This looks really nice,’ said Julian and grinned. ‘I’ll take it if you’ll have me.’ ‘Well, you seem like a nice young man.’ Alexander smiled. ‘So, I don’t see why not. Any particular reason you won’t be in the dorms, though?’ Julian looked down. ‘I . . . couldn’t get a single room. And I kind of need my own bathroom.’ ‘Oh? Why?’ Julian shrugged. ‘Well, you should probably know anyway. I’m trans. Three years on hormones and got my top surgery earlier this year, but I don’t feel quite comfortable sharing space. I’d like to pass if I can, and there’s no way of really doing that in a dorm with communal showers. Plus, I have a medical condition.’ Alexander cocked his head to one side. ‘What kind of condition?’ Julian looked down, blushing a little. ‘It’s kind of embarrassing, sir.’ ‘Well, I won’t laugh,’ Alexander promised. His voice was kind and he looked sincere. ‘I . . . suffer from night time incontinence,’ Julian confessed. ‘So, I wear diapers to bed. Kind of awkward if you’re sharing a room.’ ‘Hmm, I imagine it would be.’ Alexander nodded sympathetically. ‘Well, I don’t care about any of that. Thank you for being so honest with me, though. I appreciate honesty and openness. You can expect the same from me, should you choose to accept.’ ‘You’re offering me the room, then?’ Julian asked. ‘Absolutely. In fact, I’ll be disappointed if you don’t take it.’ Julian grinned at the older man. ‘Okay, then I will. Thank you, Professor!’ The professor smiled. ‘I thought I told you to call me Alexander.’ # ‘Ah! Daddy! Harder, Daddy!’ Julian cried. He lay on his stomach on a bed in his favourite club, being pounded by a large man in his thirties. The man picked up the pace, slapping Julian’s behind a couple of times as he did. ‘Such a dirty little girl!’ he growled. Julian froze. ‘Unicorn,’ he said. The man didn’t stop. ‘Unicorn!’ ‘Oh! Sorry.’ The man climbed off him. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. What’s wrong? Didn’t you like being called dirty?’ Julian sat up and faced him, arms crossed over his chest. ‘I didn’t like being called a girl,’ he said. ‘What part of the “no misgendering” clause in our negotiation did you not understand?’ ‘Sorry,’ the man said again. ‘I . . . You’ve got girl parts and with you facing away, I forgot.’ ‘They’re not girl parts,’ said Julian. ‘They’re my parts, and I’m a boy.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ The man sounded more sincere now. ‘I’m . . . I’m not used to being with trans guys. I’m bi, I don’t really see gender.’ ‘You gender genitalia just fine,’ Julian mumbled, looking away. ‘I’m really sorry, Julian. Please forgive me and let’s continue. Weren’t you having fun?’ The truth was that Julian had been bored nearly to tears. This daddy wasn’t rough enough, and he was too young to be a real daddy anyway. Julian preferred men who were old enough to be his real father, but this one had seemed nice enough so he’d thought he would give it a try. Clearly, that had been a mistake, as he was inexperienced at being a Daddy Dom. ‘I was,’ Julian lied. ‘But I lost the mood when you called me a girl. I’m sorry. I suggest next time you’re with a trans person, you pay better attention to the agreement.’ He got off the bed and went to fetch his clothes. He got a clean diaper out of his bag. ‘At least let me help you get that on,’ the man said. ‘That’s easier, isn’t it?’ Julian sighed. ‘Fine.’ He handed over the diaper and lay on the bed. ‘No powder?’ the man asked. ‘No need, I’m going straight home. Got homework I need to do tomorrow.’ ‘Homework? You’re not still in high school, are you?’ The man looked slightly concerned. ‘No,’ said Julian, laughing a little. He knew he looked a little younger than he was, like many trans guys. ‘I’m at university. I study engineering at Foxbury. Don’t worry, I’m twenty like I said.’ ‘Is it your second year?’ ‘No, I’m a fresher. I just took a year off before applying. I wanted to have my top surgery first. I know I’m easy enough to clock, but I don’t walk around wearing trans flags. I’d like to pass if I can.’ ‘I didn’t clock you,’ said the man, closing the tabs on the diaper. ‘There, all done.’ ‘You misgendered me,’ Julian reminded him. ‘It was a heat of the moment thing. When I saw you, I just saw a cute boy in a onesie. I didn’t realise you were trans until you told me.’ Julian smiled. ‘I don’t quite believe you, but I appreciate it all the same.’ He got up and went over to his clothes again. He pulled on the onesie, then put on his loose jeans and t-shirt over it. ‘I’m sorry this didn’t work out.’ ‘Not as sorry as me,’ the man said, smiling. # Julian had been at university a month now. He enjoyed his classes and had gotten to know a few of his classmates well enough, but not exactly made any friends. He usually went to the club in the city on weekends, rather than hang out in the student pub in Britechester. So far, it was the only BDSM club he’d found where ABDL was not only accepted but encouraged, though they catered to a wide array of kinks. At the club, he could be himself. He’d walk around in his blue onesie with fluffy socks, a teddy bear and a pacifier and ask people, ‘Have you seen my Daddy?’ The ones who were into adult baby age play and didn’t mind trans boys loved it, and he rarely left the club without having had a partner. The man he’d been with tonight had reacted by pinching Julian’s cheeks and saying, ‘I’ll be your Daddy, kiddo. Wanna come play with me?’ They’d sat down at a table, worked out the terms, and when they got to their room, Julian had wet himself, thrown a temper tantrum, been spanked and then fucked. Honestly, in spite of the slightly half-assed scolding and spanking, it had been fine until they got to the fucking. Maybe the man just hadn’t been big enough to give Julian the pounding he craved. It was nearly midnight when he got home, so he was surprised to find Alexander in the living room with a tumbler of whisky, reading a book. ‘Hey you. Been out?’ The older man smiled, and Julian found himself wishing he’d run into his landlord at the club instead of the man he’d been with. Alexander was dressed casually, in neat jeans and a t-shirt that showed off his extremely muscular arms. Julian had found Alexander had gym equipment in the basement and did strength workouts for half an hour every morning. He also went jogging twice a week. He was a very disciplined man. Julian, on the other hand, had never been athletic; he was a nerdy blonde with glasses who dreamt of working in robotics. His pudginess and his smooth, round face lent themselves well to toddler roleplay, though. ‘Yeah.’ Julian returned the smile as best he could. ‘Did you go to Pepper’s?’ Alexander asked, referring to the student pub. Julian shook his head. ‘No, I went clubbing in the city.’ ‘By yourself? Or was it a date?’ Julian had noticed that Alexander often asked about where he’d been. The questions didn’t feel invasive, and it wasn’t like he was policing Julian’s movements, but his curiosity always took the young man by surprise. ‘Not exactly.’ Julian blushed again, and Alexander seemed to notice. ‘Something more casual, then.’ He smiled mischievously. ‘You want a drink?’ Julian rarely drank alcohol when he went to the club, preferring to be one hundred percent in control for the negotiations. Tonight, he’d had a couple glasses of orange juice when he’d arrived, to make sure he’d need to pee when he got picked up for play. He’d felt like bratting. ‘Why not?’ he said, sitting down. ‘Gotta warn you, though. I’m not exactly a whisky connoisseur.’ Alexander smiled, standing up and heading over to the bar cabinet. ‘A little one, then,’ he said. ‘With just a drop of water.’ He handed Julian a tumbler. ‘Old Yorkfield, sixteen years. Should be to your tastes.’ ‘What are you drinking?’ Julian asked. ‘McDillan’s,’ Alexander replied, taking his seat again. ‘Not for novices, I’m afraid. It’s very smoky. If you handle the Yorkfield well, maybe you’ll graduate to McDillan’s.’ He winked and Julian blushed a little again. He was suddenly all too aware that he hadn’t orgasmed with the man at the club. And Alexander oozed big dick energy. He took a sip of the whisky and made a face. ‘Wow. That’s strong.’ Alexander laughed. ‘You’ll get used to it. So, tell me about your not-date. Did you have fun?’ Julian bobbed his head. ‘It was okay at first. But . . . he misgendered me halfway through, so I left.’ Alexander frowned. ‘That’s not very polite. I’m sorry that happened to you.’ ‘Extra not polite since we’d negotiated—’ Julian cut himself off. Negotiation was not a part of casual sex outside the kink community, he reminded himself. ‘I mean, since I’d told him straight out not to do that.’ He took another sip of the whisky. It went down smoother now and he was already feeling a little woozy, no doubt because he hadn’t eaten since before he went to the club. ‘Don’t understand why boy pussy’s so hard to accept,’ he mumbled, then froze. Had he really said ‘boy pussy’ in front of his university professor landlord? The man who wore tweed every day, like a proper gentleman? ‘I mean—sorry, that just slipped out.’ Alexander laughed, but his face was kind. ‘I’m not a prude, Julian. I’ve been ’round the block a few times. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you could say that would shock me.’ What about ‘I like pretending I’m three years old and having strange men change my diaper, spank me, fuck me, and occasionally piss on me in BDSM clubs’? Julian thought, but outwardly he just smiled and drained his tumbler. ‘I should get to bed. Got homework in the morning.’ ‘I’ve been meaning to say,’ said Alexander as Julian stood, ‘if you need someone to proofread your papers, I’d be happy to help.’ ‘Oh, no,’ said Julian. ‘I couldn’t ask you to do that.’ ‘You wouldn’t be asking me to, I offered,’ said Alexander. ‘And I mean it.’ His tone was commanding and sent shivers down Julian’s back. ‘Oh. Okay. Well, thanks, I . . . I appreciate that.’ ‘No worries,’ said Alexander. ‘I’m teaching fewer classes this semester, cause I’m working on a thesis with a couple of PhD candidates. You probably won’t believe it, but I miss grading papers. Proofing yours would fill a need, even if I can’t understand half of what’s in them.’ He laughed. ‘Not one for physics?’ Julian asked. Alexander shook his head. ‘I’m a Humanities man, and I always have been. Now, off to bed, young man.’ He had a twinkle in his eye, but there was that commanding tone again. Julian could feel his heart pound in his groin. ‘Yes, sir,’ he said, and went up the stairs. Once in his room, Julian locked the door and stripped down to his onesie. He got on the bed and humped his pillow until he came and then wet himself, thinking of Alexander’s strong arms holding him down. Afterwards, he lay there panting for a long time. ‘This is bad,’ he mumbled. ‘This is really, really bad.’ If he’d ever wanted someone to be his daddy full time, it would have to be Alexander. He wasn’t sure anyone else could measure up.
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    At long last, all ten of Stephanie's stories from the Toilet Stool forum are illustrated and available together for one low price. For individual descriptions and such, please visit their individual pages on this site and the one the tales originate from. They all are about a young woman named Stephanie, who would stubbornly hold it while growing up - mostly out of shyness - and ended up having so many accidents that she came to enjoy the feeling of being desperate for the toilet and loosing control of her basic bodily functions. There are some stories among this collection that feature poop and messing, and those sections each begin with a page depicting a brown cartoon poop with an exclamation(!) point inside as a warning. You get a wide variety of anecdotes from Stephanie - a few laugh wettings, intentional holds that end unexpectedly, a sneeze wetting and desperate scenarios at camp, graduation and being stuck in traffic! Each folder contains 175 pages, matching except for one contains the full size scans and the other has scaled down copies for easier reading. The high-resolution folder also has the stories in their original order - the low-resolution versions are ordered according to the time they were illustrated, saving the most recent "Traffic Jam" comic as the grand finale. This file will also be updated to include bonus features in the near future, which will not require any re-purchasing, so check back often to see if a fresh file has been uploaded... The texts for these 10 stories can be found on the following web pages; look for the posts from user 'Stephanie', some take more scrolling than others: https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbyf.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbyj.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbyl.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbyo.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbyu.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbyz.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbzc.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbzk.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbzo.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbzt.htm
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  18. Duos, ever since Caustic took off, it was all they wanted to play, not wanting to open up their little group to any outsiders yet...Not after the incident, not after everything her surrogate father had done to her, to the entirety of the apex games. “Shooting across the field, in Market!” Her soft French voice came through the mic with a harsh scratching, bringing Crypto out of his thoughts with a crash. The blush that came across his face, had been getting worse ever since she...came to his room, started to speak to him again. That sweet tone of her voice, that he had missed, alone in his room after every game, was something he never expected to hear again without the tone of anger washing over it. “Got it, do they sight you?” Wattson’s negatory sound came through and he sighed in relief, moving from the small building he had been hiding out in, his drone swinging through the air to smack back into his hand, seeing the familiar orange and blue crouched behind a rock to the right of Market. The distant roar of Bloodhound made them both jump, though they were out of range. “Crypto! You didn’t have to join me, I’m alright.” Her tone wasn’t as cherry as it would have been a handful of months ago. The truth had come out, though she still had the right to be pissed with him for lying to her. Apologizing profusely, something he wouldn’t do for anyone else, finally got the French woman back in his life. “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t want someone sneaking up behind you, with those morons firing as loud as they can.” Kneeling in front of her, the firing had stopped, an eerie quietness settling over the field, making Wattson shiver, checking her own ammo reserves, the time to third party would be coming soon, if someone else didn’t beat them to it first. “Thank you...It’s nice to have a tracker back on my side...” Wattson looked up at him, giving him one of those smiles of hers, he’d never admit it, never tell her how happy it made him to get looks without burning hate in them from her...He was lucky he had managed to get her back. “REPLICATOR INCOMING!” The robotic voice of the announcer above them made Crypto frown, not needing a reason for any other teams to converge on them. Checking his map as the Market began to light up with firing again he sighed, his lip being gently nibbled. “Tae Joon?” As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she clapped a hand over her lips, looking away, as if too nervous to go where she had gone as his friend before. “Natalie...” Tae Joon liked the way his name sounded coming from her again, it had been too long since he heard it behind closed doors, and saw her smile when she said it. His hand reached out, brushing fingers on her cheek, he made her face him, giving her a rare half smile. “I missed you saying it, no one’s around, don’t worry about it...” Natalie flushed, letting his fingers linger until he took them away, she unclipped an orange flask, blue strips on it to match her outfits aesthetic, off of her uniform. Unscrewing the top she offered, Tae Joon raising a brow took it, sipping what he found to be water, realizing he was sweating bullets in his thick jacket. The hot sun bearing down on him he paused, realizing he had...drank all of it, glancing to her Natalie only giggled, strapping it back in place. “You’re a dork Tae Joon...I wanted you to have it, be careful...for me, Oui?” Natalie spoke before she moved to stand, moving to start rushing Market, Tae Joon flushing as he ran behind her. He was never lying to her again...Couldn’t risk losing that sunshine smile. Hundreds of bullets spent later and they were standing in the middle of Market, two more squads were left, and at this point? Tae Joon expected them to be solos, or at the very least cowards. Sparing a glance at Natalie who was sitting on a death box, catching her breath, he smiled, she had done incredibly well. Another pang from his lower stomach, making him wince, standing up too straight was getting a little bit...difficult. Regret from drinking that entire flask Natalie lent him was burning his chest, trying to stand up anyway, not wanting his partner to recognize the weakness that was plain across his body. How had he let this happen? They had just taken their break, why didn’t he just empty his damn bladder before they were in the top three, the final fight?! Tae Joon groaned softly, biting his lip to cut off the sound of it. Glancing over, he froze, panicking on his features as he noticed the look his blonde partner was giving him, gun in hand she opened her mouth to speak… He really needed to thank whoever threw that arc start later, but it landed between them, causing an explosion that caught him in the blast just a bit, his shields cracking a hair. He heard the laugh of that fucking old man, a growl deep in his throat as he saw Natalie ahead of him, Bangalore up on the wrap-around balcony the Market held, she didn’t see the enemy. “GET-” Tae Joon doubled over, holding his bladder as a sharp painful pang dug its claws up the inside of his torso, a gasp tore from his throat, pain making him a sitting duck, his partner ahead of him, turning to look at him, providing cover fire at Mirage. It might have been a blessing then, that Bangalore smoked, providing cover for them, though by the way they were shooting, a digital threat scope was on that gun of hers, maybe both...Then again Mirages aim was so shit, it could have been coincidence either way. A jerk from his wrist, causing him to start,eyes wide meeting the blue ones of his partner, the look of confusion on her face, mingling with concern filled him with...shame. He hadn’t meant to cause her worry, he hadn’t meant to be a damn burden on the team! “Crypto!! What has gotten into you?!” Tae Joon couldn’t even respond, couldn’t even open his mouth before there was that tell tale sound. His eyes went wide, feeling an intense heat on his shoulder. Wattson screamed, internally he cursed, he had fucked up, they could have won, but he had to just go and be the dipshit, dragging her down! Natalie wasn’t having it, the charge rifle shot had cut away the flesh in his shoulder, cauterizing the wound, sizzling flesh smell burning her nose, as she squeezed his wrist. Forgoing that, her arm went around his waist, dragging him up the stairs, hearing the shouts of the two they left behind, the hatch door opened, drawing fire they narrowly managed to avoid. “I...Sorry...” Even just talking was hard for him, feeling this petite girl drag him out of there, behind a rock, letting him stumble to his knees, shaking as Wattson put her hands on his back, the hacker trying to breathe through the pain feeling the urge swell… “You don’t need to be sorry, just heal!! Recon, I’ll be back for you, please!! Don’t come out, not until you’re alright Tae Joon!” Her voice was frantic, the concern breaking through the fog of his brain, as he nodded, panting, feeling the pressure of her on his back...He felt a light kiss on the back of his hair, a blush melting his face. “N-Nata-” She was gone, running back inside with a warrior-worthy shout, making him smile as he flopped on his back, stabbing the syringe into the burning wound, he closed his eyes, back arching against the pale dirt. “Ngh! Haa!” The medicine started to work its magic, his skin itching as it began to pull back together, the hacket, moving to squat on the heels of his feet. Panting quietly, he opened the control panel to his drone, sending it after his partner. Hack, the drone, rushed out of the holster on his back, the little propulser making its sound as it rushed into Market, seeing Wattson finishing the Bangalore from earlier, the Mirage was nowhere to be seen. The other team, Fuse, and Lifeline were across the way, though...he was having trouble seeing. He could feel himself shaking, in turn...his drone was shaking. Perfectly visible by all the squads, his drone was shaking like a leaf, dodging every single bullet the Lifeline shot at him. This was the end of the line, the pressure that had been steadily building in his bladder was reaching a breaking point. It was getting hard to even focus on flying the drone, to ping the enemies, Wattson needed him! Crypto whimpered, dropping the controller in the dirt, his drone began to fly in circles, Crypto doubled over, not trusting himself to move, the pressure, the burning in his lower abdomen bringing tears of frustration in his eyes, he couldn’t even take the time to go, this was the final fight! “Crypto?!” No response through the coms, all she could hear was whimpering, heavy breathing, before the microphone cut off...She couldn’t just leave him to die, what if the other team, snuck up on him! Turning on her heel, she was rushing out, leaving the two other final teams to duke it out in Market, rushing back to the place she had left her partner. “Tae Joon! Tae!?” Wattson’s shadow fell over him, all he could manage to communicate was a shake of his head, black hairs, swinging in front of his face, the poor man couldn’t bare to face her… “Pl...Please don’t look at me, I don’t want y-you to see me...like...this...Ngh! Fuck...Fuck! It hurts!” Wattson’s eyes went wide, going to her knees, she glanced to the market, the shots were still firing, and every time the bullets went off, Crypto flinched...Reaching out, her hand touched his leg, a gasp falling from her lips as she felt how badly his leg was shaking. “Mon amie! What happened, didn’t you heal?! Did you get shot?!” Natalie’s fingers brushed over the fabric of his pants, before pushing into his jacket, looking for moisture in the form of blood, though she felt nothing...Except a bump underneath the lower half of his shirt. “NGH! F-Fuck! Natalie- don’t! Don’t touch that, leave it...j-just leave it, someone’s gonna find us...shoot you, please! Please just...win for us...I know y-you can.” Natalie swallowed hard, suspicion in her mind...all but confirmed by how violently he flinched. Her hands brushed down his legs, wrapping her fingerless gloved hands over his knees, pushing them apart. “Oh...O-Oh my god, how...how long have you been...holding it!? Tae...Tae Joon, you...your...your….bladder!” The lower half of his shirt was bumped, his shirt tight around it, and it was obvious what it was. His knees were shaking, his chest rising and falling with the effort of holding back his shame, every movement caused him to wince, he was barely holding it together, holding his urine back. “Don’t...don’t look at me, please Natalie, I don’t wa...want you to see this...I’m begging you...” Sweat from his exertion was plastered to the front of his face, his lips parted, his eyes clouded, he didn’t dare move. “I’m not leaving you to be in pain!! If we lose we lose...clearly you are more important to me!” Natalie moved forward, her knees making little mounds in the dirt, her hands gently pressed into his stomach, pushing him to sit on his ass, instead the balls of his feet. “Ngh! Mmmna....Nat...Natalie please, be careful I don’t think I can...stop it...please go away! Fuck...please...” His voice was getting weaker, voice cracks after his pained whimpers, his legs shaking like the heat of the day didn’t exist. “Don’t struggle! You need to let it...out, if you hold it any longer you might burst! It’s okay...I won’t judge you! Do you want me to uhm...undress you? So you don’t...wet...yourself?” The only thing the poor hacker managed to say in response was a shake of his head, if it was between wet pants or Wattson seeing his embarrassing boxers, he’d take pissing himself like a little kid. “O-Okay...Let me just...Here...This may...hurt.” Natalie pushed her fingertips underneath the hem of his shirt, pushing it up, bunching the fabric over the bump of his bladder, Crypto shook his head, but Natalie had to ignore him, it was this or a lifelong weak bladder and...she doubted he wanted the latter. With a flush on her face, black hairs of happy trail leading down into the hem of his pants, trying not to think about it, those same fingertips pressed into the bulge. His reaction was immediate, arching his back, a hand flew to his own hair, grabbing a fistful of the messy black strands, forcing his hand over his own crotch, trying to stop whatever was about to happen, a whimper of pain leaving him. “It’s okay...Tae...Tae Joon look at me...look at me, you don’t need to worry, it’ll pass, it’ll feel good soon, just...let a little out, oui? Just enough to relieve the pressure?” Crypto shook his head again, but those eyes of his flicked up, meeting her blue ones, wishing he could hug her close, his source of comfort. His hips jerked as she pressed into his bladder’s bump yet again, a stifled yelp leaving his lips as he felt his body betray him. He felt warmth, slipping out of him, without him even being given a chance to stop it...Tears that gathered at the corner of his eyes slipping down his cheeks as he squeezed them closed. “Non, non, look at me mon amie, shh shh don’t cry, it feels better already doesn’t it?” Despite himself, he nodded, sniffing as he adjusted against his own hand, feeling the warmth spread across his boxers. Soaking them, the stream weak, barely piddling as he tried to force it back, to stop the stream, but once his body was started it was hard to stop. “Noplease...stop...Idon’twantto.” His own voice’s quiet tone surprised him, the teary nature of it, he could hardly hear himself. Slowly as he hiccuped, he felt the warm stream penetrate his pants, leaking down the inside of his pants to finally hit the dirt, slipping down the hill, between Wattson’s boots, making a river of his shame so obvious any viewer watching this at home would know what an...embarrassing piss pants he was. All the while he heard Wattson, gently petting his cheeks, stroking away his tears as he whimpered, as he tried to pull away but she always pulled him back. His pants soaked, warm, clinging to his inner thigh, his entire body shaking, unable to undo the act he just committed in front of the girl he loved. “Shh shh you’re doing so well! I’m proud of you...it feels better doesn’t it?” Wattson leaned forward, gently pressing her lips to his temple, Crypto couldn’t meet her eyes, closing them, embarrassed, frustrated tears falling down his face...Then he felt her pull away, opening his eyes just in time to feel her coat, fall over him, protecting him from the cameras, providing her comforting scent. Natalie seemed to smile, holding up her gun a smirk on her face. “Now stay here...relax, I’ll go win this for us! Be safe for me...okay Tae Joon?” CHAMPIONS OF THE ARENA WATTSON & CRYPTO
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    I've got one last little comic to share before the year is over, in this story a girl named Carla puts off her need to relieve herself because she feels bad for the dog she had to keep in the crate while she was out. But this dog is unpredictable and putting off her bladder's needs turns into a grave mistake. This one is another short tale I stretched into 12 pages. You get the usual high resolution version and smaller copy, and while I may upload a censored version later if requested in order to beef it up I through in a lot of naked peeing views so there's a fair bit of NUDITY. Well I hope you enjoy this as much as the other comics from 2017 and look forward to more desperation and accident adventures next year! The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2596
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    On the same weekend back in late 2016, two ladies shared stories of recent accidents at Toiletstool.com that are pretty delightful to people with our interests. The first was Carla, whose dog knocked the pee out of her in the final comic of last year. The other poster shared two stories in one, so I'm presenting both of them together as the next file in the series. Ashley O. is a 23-year-old who ruins an accident-free streak when she decides to skip the port-a-potties during a fall farm trip with her friends and their children. Their next stop is a hay ride, and Ashley's bladder getting bounced around in its super full state is about to spell disaster, especially because she's in a very public place. Her next story happens just a few weeks later and it's waaayyy more embarrassing. Ashley puts off a much-needed poop while at work, and she's already pushing her limits but then the fire alarm goes off and she now has no choice but to hold it. Standing outside only makes her desire for relief worse, and she's put off for too long that she can't even trust a fart right now... The bundle release of the last few Stephanie tales was sort of a test for how I would release a comic based on multiples accounts, and by extension smaller stories being lumped together, to see how well they'd sell compared to cheaper singles. I can't say enough how much each sale means to me, and if you goes keep paying more for more like this you can count on more and more from my end. For $4 you get these 2 stories, whether you like pee or poop there's sure to be something in here to like. Both stories are heavy on the desperation and embarrassment so if that's your bag then I'd at least take peeks at each. But as I said, a purchase gets you access to both. Part 01 had 11 pages and 02 has 10, as usual there are high resolution and scaled down copies of each page. Each story also features the usual 'x-ray' shots so there is some nudity. I hope you enjoy and look forward to more desperation and accident adventures ahead, feedback is always welcome. At this time I am not taking requests, but only because I have so much in store. Thanks for stopping by! The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2597
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    I've been collecting omorashi files for over 6 years now. In that time I've learned Japanese and have had many good finds. There are some ones many will recognize in here, and hopefully many you don't. Enjoy!
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  22. Eleven rested her snowy-white head on the pillow, shutting her crimson eyes and entering dreamworld. Well, it was good while it lasted. Because about 15 minutes later of darkness, a slight pang in her bladder struck. She wriggled a bit, thinking it'd go away if she did. But it didn't go away. In fact, it actualy got worse The albino kicked her legs, making the blanket fall in the floor, and clutched her crotch harshly. Eleven refused to have an accident, plus knowing Kade, her much older brother, he'd probably get mad. Considering she was 15. She figeted. Eleven felt a squirt of the pale yellow liquid spurt out and she held herself hard. She whimpered and felt a tear run down her face. Eleven coughed and hiccuped now that she was crying uncontrollabley. It hurt so much. Her crotch ached in both desperation and her hand clutching it so much. She could barely move without urine escaping from her. Unfortuentely, Kade heard her rather quiet hiccups and crying. "Eleven, are you okay?" Oh nos. He walked over and crotched beside the bed. Kade noticed her hand, the tears, and the flushed expression. He immedialty knew what it ment and put her in his lap, the albino shaking uncontrollably. "It's okay, Elvey, i won't be mad. I don't want to see you in any pain." Kade gave her a reassuring look and she didn't listen. He gentley removed her hand and urine began to flow out of her, making a dark, damp spot appear on her short where her crotch was. She put her head in her hands and he carried her to the bathroom. I really had to pee writing this. Funny, isn't it? It's an omoroshi and i has to pee. It's like being really dedicated to it. -EyelessNinja
  23. A Night to Remember: Part 2 For the moment, I was alone in Haley’s room. The muffled sound of her urinating came from the background as I lay on the bed with my head wedged between the pillows, collecting my thoughts. Did I actually… love her? I mean, of course I love my best friend, but was it more than that? No, I just really like her, it’s only a crush. I shouldn’t have these feelings for her, they’re going to ruin our friendship! ...She doesn’t even like girls like that… does she? No, I can’t tell her. Not yet. Not until I figured out how I really feel. No point in risking it. All of these thoughts were running through my mind in rapid succession when suddenly, I heard the door open behind me. I knew it was Haley coming out of the bathroom and I turned over to face her. She looked extremely relieved. For obvious reasons, of course. She also had the laundry basket in her arms, the one I had put my dirty clothes in before I took a shower. “We should probably wash these clothes tonight.” “Yeah...” I nodded with an embarrassed smile. Haley stood at the foot of the bed as I rolled over from laying on my stomach and scooted towards her. “Weren’t you wanting to tell me something?” She reminded me as I sat on the edge of the bed. I crossed my arms over my stomach to subside the butterflies that fluttered wildly inside of me. Or was that my bladder calling out to me? It could have been both. “I was just going to say we should eat something before it gets too late...” I trailed off, not knowing what else to tell her if I couldn’t say what I really wanted to. “Yeah… you’re right… it is after seven already.” Haley pursed her lips to the side and looked as if she was pondering. I hoped she accepted my quick excuse and wouldn’t probe any further. We both got caught in a moment of awkward silence and Haley stood there like she was waiting for me to say something else. It was time to get this over with. “I have to go the bathroom.” I suddenly said, standing up to my feet. “Alright. I’ll go start the washer while you do that, and then we’ll figure out dinner.” She pulled the basket closer to her body and grinned a bit before heading out of the room. I walked into the restroom and shut the door behind me. My new pajamas and underwear slid down with little effort on my part before I let them hug my ankles. I plopped down onto the toilet seat with my legs closed and let out a soft sigh as a slow trickle of urine tinkled out of my opening, merging with the water below me. For now, I decided to put aside my thoughts for Haley and focus on something else. There was a picture hanging on the white painted wall to my left. It was a floral pattern with blue and green colors, surrounded by a wooden frame. The shower was in front of me, with a cream colored cloth curtain and various body washes and hair care products strewn along the edge of the bathtub. To my right was the pedestal sink, it had a more fancy and intricate design compared to everything else in the bathroom. Above it was a standard medicine cabinet with a mirrored door. I stopped glancing around the room when I realized that I finished peeing and located the toilet paper roll hanging off the wall next to me. With only a couple of squares, I wiped myself and flushed the toilet after standing up. Or at least I thought I did. I didn’t see the toilet bowl empty itself, so I tried it again. It wasn’t working… “...What?” I whispered under my breath. I soon realized that the toilet clogged up and wouldn’t allow me to flush it! “No...!” I began panicking as the water filled up close to the brim with all my pee and used toilet paper staring back at me. Frantically, I hunted for a plunger but was unable to find one around me. The toilet water and all its contents began to overflow. My heart was beating quickly. I had no idea what to do as I stood there, watching the yellow water drip over the edge of the bowl. I searched around again and found the towel I used to dry off with earlier that afternoon and wrapped it around the base of the toilet to soak up the water. Though I still needed a plunger, so I went to find Haley. She wasn’t back in her room yet so I darted out into the hallway and smacked right into her as I turned the corner, knocking the wind out of both of us. “Oof!" Haley put her hand to her chest. "Sorry! Didn't see you! It's just I need a plunger but I can't find one." My eyes on the startled Haley, as I’m sure she was having trouble as well. "It's in the laundry room. I'll go get it..." Haley retorted before swiftly walking back in the direction she came from. I scuttled back to the bathroom to wait for her. Thankfully, the toilet had stopped running before it saturated the entire towel. Haley soon came back to meet me at the overflowing toilet and handed me a rubber plunger with a maple wood handle. I took my saving grace from her and attempted to unclog the toilet. I carefully placed it in the water, and it displaced some of the water out of the toilet. Then I began pumping the plunger up and down as it stood straight above the hole. Haley stood there for a moment and witnessed my feeble attempts at removing the blockage. "Oh my god, it's not working!" Frustrated, I began trying to pump it harder, but it was only splashing water everywhere. I wanted to scream. I almost did, but then Haley moved closer and motioned to take the plunger from me. "Here, let me help you." I let her take the plunger from me, disappointed that I failed to use such a simple device. Stepping back, I folded my arms over my chest and let the master do the work. "Sorry, I tried..." My voice shook as I began to tear up. I've made a mess of Haley's bathroom and couldn't even fix it myself. I'm so useless. "It's alright. It's easier to do it at an angle." Haley positioned the plunger so it angled towards her. "Like this." She began plunging and I watched as my urine slowly receded. I sighed with relief as the toilet finally flushed on it's own and filled back with clear, clean water. "There we go." Haley said, placing the plunger next to the toilet before looking over to me. "Thank you... sorry you had to do it. I didn't mean to clog it." I wiped a trapped tear from my eye. "It's not your fault, it does that a lot. Don't worry about it." Haley consoled me and led me out of the bathroom. "Well, after all that excitement, are you still hungry?" She smiled at me as we stood at the foot of the bed. I smiled back, calmed down from my horrific incident of terror. "Yeah, definitely!" "Okay, let's go see what we have." Haley replied, leading me out of the bedroom and out into the main part of her house. It was getting dark outside so the room was faintly lit by early evening sun rays until she turned the ceiling light on in the kitchen connected to the family room. I followed behind her and met her at the refrigerator. Haley opened the freezer and we both peered inside it. "Hot Pockets, Totino's Party Pizzas, beef and chicken pot pies... um...." She lifted up some boxes to look behind them. "And chicken nuggets." She took a pizza out and looked to me as I stood there with my fingers to my lips, trying to decide on what I wanted. "Um... I'll have a chicken pot pie, please." "Alrighty." Haley pulled the box out and set them both on the counter. I decided to prepare my own food while Haley set the stove to the correct temperature for her pizza. Picking up my box, I looked at the back of it while opening the seal for the directions: Four minutes to cook. Alright, no problem there. As I removed the frozen pie from the box and placed it in the microwave behind me, I noticed that the box also had a strange message at the bottom. It read "This original fiction was written by antifairy of omorashi.org.", but it was obviously not a part of the directions so I ignored it and threw it away. "Let me get a plate for that, Maddy, hold on." Haley interrupted as she grabbed one from the top cabinet. "Oh... right, sorry." "It's alright, this way it won't make a mess in the microwave." Haley put the glass plate underneath the pie and I closed it before setting the timer for four minutes. Her food took longer to cook than mine did, needing at least twelve minutes in the oven. While we were waiting, Haley took the opportunity to move the wet clothes to the dryer. We both ate at the dining table in a small alcove connected to the kitchen and discussed boring girl stuff that didn't matter. Afterwards, we washed our dishes and headed back to her bedroom. Haley yawned cutely and face planted herself on the bed. I sat on the bed next to her stretched out body. "Tired...?" I asked, smiling. "Mmm" she replied, her voice muffled by the soft pillow that was covering her face. "I am too, a little." I said, scanning my eyes over her body; her shirt had hiked up a bit and I saw the waistband of her blue cotton panties. Her pajamas accentuated her plump bottom quite nicely. She broke my mesmerization and gaze when she turned over to face me, her hand supporting her head as she lay on her side. "Maddy..." "Hmm?" We locked eyes. There was something about her voice then, and I started to tremble because of it like I had earlier that evening. "Are you sure there was nothing else you wanted to tell me? Or talk about?" A lump formed in my chest and I trembled a little harder. She apparently didn't buy my excuse from earlier. "Yeah... I.. I mean n-no." I tensed up and hugged myself, looking down at my feet. Haley scooted closer to me, and caressed my arm. "Just tell me... we're best friends, you can tell me anything." I wasn’t sure about the best way to tell her my feelings, but I also knew I wasn’t going to weasel my way out of this again if I didn’t tell her the truth. I tried to speak, but the lump in my chest made its way to my throat. Haley began caressing my arm and took my hand in hers, causing light tingles trickled through my entire body. I held hers back and, of course, said something stupid. "Guess." I cringed inside at what I had said, but I wanted to know what she would say. A confused but interested look came about her face. "Um..." She looked down to the bed, contemplating, and I kept my gaze upon her. "You... have a boyfriend...?" Haley asked, looking back up to me. "No..." "Um... you joined a super secret cult?" She smirked a little. I shook my head. "Maddy...." Haley put her hand on my stomach and rubbed it. "Are you pregnant?" "OH GOD NO!" I shouted a little too loud and looked at her, giggling. "Okay okay, didn’t really think so; I just wanted to rule that out." We both fell into more awkward silence for a few moments. "Do you like someone...?" I didn't say anything, but a few seconds later, I nodded my head with subtle movements. "Who?! Tell me!" She sat up quickly and moved in front of me, waiting for the truth that I desperately wanted to tell her. I took a deep breath. "I think… it’s you!" The room went silent again. "What?" "You." I said again. Haley had a surprised look on her face. I couldn't tell what she was thinking then. "Me? Really?" I nodded and let a huge sigh of relief out and she rolled over on her back, looking up at the ceiling. I stared at her, and waited for her response, started to become sick to my stomach and almost left to go donate my dinner to the toilet. "You like me... as more than a friend?" Haley rolled back over to face me again, looking concerned.I looked into her eyes with sincerity, and nodded. She appeared more awake. "Since when?" I shrugged my shoulders, unsure of how to answer her. I was barely able to speak, my body shaking as if it was going to explode. It sort of felt like I always had liked her, but it didn't dawn on me until today. Ever since I saw her on the first day of junior high school, I wanted nothing more than to be her friend. I never thought I could be "cool" enough to hang out with her because she was always popular and... out of my league. “I’m not sure what to say… this is unexpected.” Haley bit her bottom lip, looking down at the bed. I said nothing, entirely unsure of how this would affect our relationship. Though, I believed the worst: This would be the end, she wouldn’t be comfortable around me now, and we’d fall out with each other. I wanted to hope that we’d get through this, but my heart said otherwise. Words were failing to pass my lips, but tears were successfully taking their place. “Why are you crying?” Haley inched a little closer, and looked at me. “I…” “I don’t want us to end.” Haley said nothing, but turned over and laid on her back with her arms crossing her chest. She looked puzzled, probably as confused as I was, or angry. I figured I should leave, I had done enough damage. It was obvious that I should never have said anything. Perhaps I would have gotten over this little obsession of mine, but I just had to run my mouth about things I didn’t understand. “I guess I’ll go home…” I stated, still crying. Haley turned to me again. “Home? Why?!” I hopped off the bed as she spoke. “I don’t know, don’t you want me to leave?” My tears cascaded down my cheeks and my voice continued to break up. Haley just stared at me, looking like she was about to join me with her own tears. “No.” She reached her hand out and grabbed mine, pulling me back to the bed. I didn’t resist, but lay back down beside her. I was even more confused then. “You’re not… upset?” “I am.” Haley still held my hand in hers, and I waited to hear what else she had to say. “I'm upset that you expect our friendship to end over something like this.” She looked at me with concern in her eyes. Her words flowed through my mind as I began to understand what she was telling me. I can't believe I was so foolish. “You don’t seriously think that do you?” She sternly asked before I exhaled a heavy sigh and pondered for a few moments. “Haley… I didn’t want to… think that.” I looked down at Haley’s hand caressing mine. “I just assumed this would… make things weird between us. It’s not like I even know if you… like girls like that.” My eyes started scaling her arm with my eyes until I met hers once again. “You know, it does feel a little weird. But, I guess, it feels… natural at the same time.” Haley intertwined her fingers with mine, and cupped my hand with a firm grasp. Tingles went through my body, electrocuting me with the warmth of her hand. “Natural?” I asked. “Yeah… like, it feels right, but unexpected. You’re right too, I never thought about girls like that. I suppose that’s part of the reason it feels a little weird.” “Oh…” My tears subsided, and I instinctively squeezed her hand. “So what does this mean? I still don’t understand.” I asked her, looking into her eyes. “Hmm… maybe we’ll find out.” Haley put her arm around my shoulder and began pulling my body closer to hers. I wasn’t sure what she was going to happen. I started shaking again as my heart returned to a quick beat. Our bodies touched, her chest flattened against mine and her mouth opened slightly. “Did you fantasize about me in the shower today?” She asked suddenly. I looked down and exhaled, then looked back up to her. I nodded sheepishly, biting my lower lip a little. “So that’s why you were all nervous earlier. You’re so cute.” Haley smiled. I shut my eyes and blushed heavily. She giggled and kissed my lips. If I had been standing, I would have collapsed. My entire body went numb, and I soon realized everything would be okay. “Don’t ever try to leave me again.” She whispered in my ear. I cuddled against her chest and we wrapped our arms around each other. “I won’t” I replied softly. Haley reached over and turned the light off and I fell asleep with my head nestled between her breasts. It was the next morning, and Haley and I sat on her couch in the living room watching some strange television show. The TV was small, and I couldn’t make out what was happening on the screen. The colors seemed to fade in and out and I only saw what looked like two human shaped silhouettes moving around in a random fashion. We were both very interested in it though, and Haley laughed hysterically at it. All of sudden, Haley bounced off the couch and stood in front of me, with her hands buried in between her legs. “Maddy, I have to pee really badly!” She bent her body forwards and started crying. It was weird to see her like this, and she didn’t make any implication before that she needed the bathroom. “Well, go then? Isn’t your bathroom in your room?” I asked, curious as to why she was telling me this. Haley looked around, panicking, before looking back to me. “I’m not sure, I won’t make it! I’m going to wet my pants any second!” She said in a loud tone, bawling with great force. I couldn’t even see her hazel colored eyes anymore. They were pure white. “Come with me, please?!” She asked in a hysterical way. I stood up immediately and wrapped my arm around her. “Of course, I’d do anything for you.” I said, excited as I led her out of the family room. We both ran down the hallway for what seemed like a mile and Haley was doubling over in pain from her full bladder but somehow was able to run as fast as I could. Finally, we made it. We stopped in front of the door door and Haley stood back up and faced me. “Haley? Aren’t you going to go in?” But I didn’t see Haley anymore, she disappeared. Suddenly, I became lonesome and scared. I started to look around for her, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. For a few moments, it was dead silent until I heard a familiar voice next to me. “Maddy, I’m sorry, but we didn’t make it.” It was Haley’s voice, but she sounded very sad and depressed. I looked to where it came from and I saw a gold framed mirror hanging on the wall. On the other side was me, but the reflection didn’t mimic my body. I saw myself with my hands covering my eyes, bawling, and my jeans were soaking up with liquid. As I watched myself in the mirror, I experienced a sensation of warm and wet urine spreading between my own legs. When I looked down though, my pants were dry. I looked back up and saw Haley’s reflection, but not mine anymore. She stared back at me with tears rolling down her face and her pants had became soaked with urine. “I’m sorry we had an accident. It should never have been this way. If only we had more time. Please forgive me.” Before I had time to respond, I collapsed onto the floor. As I lay on the ground, I shut my eyes and started to shake like someone was shoving my body. I opened my eyes and I was back in Haley’s room. Haley was awake and she was hovering above me, looking concerned. Slowly, I came to my senses and awoke. My eyes took a few moments to adjust to the fluorescent light that filled the room. Looking at both of us, I noticed both her and my pajamas were wet. So I arrived at one conclusion: I had wet the bed, again, and peed all over Haley. “...Something happened, Maddy.” She said, looking over herself. I hopped off the bed immediately. “Oh no, I did it again…” Haley stood up and removed the wet bedding, setting them in a pile. The large wet spot that stained the mattress stared back at us both. “I didn’t think this would happen, I’m so sorry!” I whimpered, humiliated at what I did. Haley sat down on the edge of the bed, seeming upset. “Maddy… you didn’t do it.” She stated in a soft voice, looking up to me with shame in her eyes. “But then…” “I woke up, I was peeing. I tried to stop it but it just kept coming out.” Haley explained as she tried to keep her composure. “Oh…” a gentle sigh passed my lips. I didn’t expect to hear that, nor for her to wet the bed. She was definitely doing a lot better job at staying calm than I would have. Though, no matter how well she looked on the outside, I imagined how she was feeling on the inside. I, of course, knew for sure how mortifying it is to have an accident. I sat down next to her and hugged her. “It’s okay…” I tried to console her, laying my head on her shoulder and lightly rubbing her arm. “ It got you wet too, though. I’m sorry.” I looked down, my left pant leg had a small damp spot on the thigh area. Haley’s entire lap glistened with heavy saturation, however. “Just a little… it’s not bad.” I assured her and hugged her tighter before leaning up to kiss her cheek. Haley looked at me and smiled, then kissed me on my lips again. It gave me the same euphoria as it did earlier that evening. I happily completed the loving gesture and it ended with a soft smooch. The sensation of her soft lips lingered on mine and we hugged tightly again. “We better clean your mattress before your parents find out!” I whispered. “Oh my god, I don’t even know how to clean a mattress after…” Haley started to panic, but I stopped her mid-sentence. “I do! I’ll help you! Just get me a sponge, a towel and a spray bottle with water in it.” I instructed Haley. “I think I have all that stuff in my bathroom. Hold on.” She replied as she made a swift trip and came back with the items in a short amount of time, setting them on the bed. “I’ll do this if you want to go ahead and starting washing the sheets.” I know I was able to do that because I did it the previous day. Meanwhile, Haley changed her clothes, putting on clean underwear and a long t-shirt to cover herself up past her waist. I averted my wandering eyes, but I couldn’t help but catch a quick glimpse of her bare, plump bottom while she had it exposed. That image remained in my thoughts as I soaked up most of the stain up with the towel. “Thank you for doing this, I don’t think I could get away with this without you.” She said as she added her wet clothes and the towel I used to the pile. “You’re welcome!” I smiled at her. Haley returned the gesture seeming much more relaxed, then trotted out of the room with the wet things. Utilizing the water and sponge, I diluted and soaked up the rest of the urine stain from the mattress. It wasn’t too much of a hassle, but I had to be quick; it was already after 6:00 am and I didn’t know when Haley’s parents would be awake “Wow, it looks a lot better!” Haley exclaimed as she came back with my now clean and fresh clothes from yesterday. The sight of them made me go back to that embarrassing moment, but it didn’t bother me anymore. “Mhm. It wasn’t that bad of a stain.” I assured her. “I’m just going to tell my mom that we spilled soda on the bed.” Haley said before yawning again and looking to me with a smile. “Good idea.” I smiled back and stayed with her for a little while longer before she went to take a shower. Then I headed back home for more sleep and happy dreams.
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