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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.

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!

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.

This is my first time posting a topic so please offer comments and suggestions on how to improve or if I did something wrong. This is a real sighting I had last fall. I was traveling between Atlanta GA and Tallahassee FL to meet up with a college friend. I left right after work and it was about 9:30-10:00 at nigth when this happened at a rest area on I-75. I had stopped to stretch a little and eat a snack. Since it was night and dark I hung around the lighted area where there were some benches near the restroom instead of the dark area where the picnic benches were. As I was standing there I noticed a dude getting out of his vehicle rather fast and had a kinda worried or panicked look on his face. As he started to walk to the restroom building I could tell he had to pee really bad, just had that look about him and he was waking fast. He also kept looking down at his pants. At one point he got this surprised look on his face looked down at his pants and almost stopped. He kept walking but was looking at his pants. As he came into the lighted area I noticed a small to medium wet area on the front of his jeans. This kinda got my attention. I tried to be casual and not stare but I also wanted to see if he could hold it till he got into the restroom. I am sure it was just my imagination but I think the wet area grew a little with a few new small circle wet spot showing up down one leg about thigh area and the wet area at the bottom of his zipper looked bigger. Well dude hurries fast into the rest room and I am sure that if the rest area was like 5-10 miles more down the Interstate that dude would not have made it. With my interested peeked I hung around till dude came out. I felt weird doing so even though it didn't look odd, me standing there eating my snack like a few others were doing. But IDK guess cause I was wanting to see the wet spot on dude's pants again I felt weird hanging around, but I did it anyway lol. So after a few minutes dude comes out with his hands kinda over the wet area I guess to hide it. But dude's hands could not totally cover the now very big wet area on the front of his pants and down both legs to about the knees. Not a total wetting soaking his pants totally to his shoes but the wet area had grown considerably. It stared at about mid zipper and went out from the sides and down the legs in an obvious peed his pants pattern. No mistaken that for a spilled drink or something lol. I was like wow I just saw a dude pee his pants, or at least the results of it. I felt bad for dude he looked totally embarrassed as he walked back to his vehicle. He was looking down but not really at his pants. It was more a look down of shame hiding his face. Really sad. I wanted to say something to him like don't worry dude things like this happen but I knew that would not be appropriate, total awkward for him (and me) and probably bring more shame on dude realizing that others had noticed. So dude gets back to his vehicle and goes to the back to get something. I'm thinking a towel for the seat. The back of his pants were not wet since he peed while standing it looked like but best to take precautions. What I see next was totally unexpected, dude gets a backpack out and holding it in front of his pants starts walking back to the restroom. The backpack does a better job of hiding his accident but you can still see his wet pants from mid thigh to the knees. He keeps the bag in front of him and goes back into the restroom. Weird or not I could not help it but I had to go in and see how he was planning to handle this. So I go in to 'use the restroom' before I start driving again. When I get in there was one dude at the sink washing his hands and dude was over standing by a wall by the sinks. He was holding his backpack still in front his pants but lower now. You could clearly see where he had peed his pants. I thought he was waiting for everyone to leave so he could change out of his wet pants. As I was peeing (yes I really did have to go and had planned to pee before driving again lol) I hear the door to the handicap stall open and sum other dude came out as I looked over and dude who peed his pants went in. Bit of a shock to dude coming out, an older man, he at first give pee pants dude a kinda like 'sorry I took so long' look. Then in an obvious move of his head down he was staring at dude's wet pants, then looked back up with a 'sorry you had an accident' look. So dude goes into the handicap stall and I finish peeing. I go to wash my hands and notice on the floor of the stall are his wet jeans (med blue unfortunately for him, the wet area really showed up) and his wet boxers. I also noticed a dry pair of khaki pants with some fresh dry boxers on top of them. I thought what is dude doing? Then he drops a small towel I guess he had to wipe himself dry to the floor and picks up the dry boxers. Ohhhh I go to myself. I finish washing my hands and leave and go back to my vehicle. A few minutes later dude comes out in his fresh dry pants (and boxer lol) with his bag now not carried in front his pants but on his shoulder like people normally carry backpacks. As dude was walking back to his vehicle he still looked totally embarrassed even though no one could tell he had wet his pants just a few minutes earlier. That is anyone new in the rest area. Us who were there earlier could tell cause dude came into the rest area wearing jeans and left in khakis lol So yeah that is my sighting at a rest area. Anyone else have rest area pee pants sightings? Hope you liked this account of what happened.

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.

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.

A loud clap of thunder awakened me from my slumber and I immediately sat up in my bed as a soft gasp exhaled from my mouth. A raging storm of thunder and lightning permeated the night sky and my bedroom with its anger along with a heavy shower of rain and hail pouring from the storm clouds at a steady pace, hitting the ground with a sound as loud as a rock slide. Almost instantly, I realized another reason to be awake; I really needed to pee, quite badly and I pulled my bladder muscles together. Why didn’t I pee before I went to sleep? I kicked myself for this as I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. The time was 3:52 AM, way too early for me to be awake but I was bursting to pee and since I was frightened by heavy storms, I was reluctant to leave the sanctity of my bed. I clutched my pillow tightly and whimpered as I looked around my bedroom, where shadows of my furnishings flashed on my light colored walls. A strong urge hit my bladder, causing me to grab myself in the crotch of my cream colored pajama pants and squirm in place. I desperately wanted to get up to go to the bathroom but my fear made it hard for me to leave my bed and I could only rock myself to subside the feeling, which was getting stronger by the minute. Come on, Maddy! Just get up and go! But I’m so afraid… I fought with myself. I had no choice, the fury of the storm outside didn’t show signs of stopping any time soon and I was about to pee on the bed. Both of my hands grabbing my girlhood now, I slowly scooted off of the bed, placed my bare feet onto the cold hardwood floor, and stood up. Okay, I’m just going to go really fast and… Oh my god! I gasped loudly when a loud crack of thunder almost made me fall back onto the bed and I accidentally let a spurt of pee escape into my panties. No! I’m going to make it, just a little ways further. I quickly but barely gained back control and started hobbling towards my bedroom door, trying to walk as fast as I could while holding myself as tightly I could. I was hunched over and could barely even lift my feet off of the ground to move at a decent pace and every step I took I felt like I was going to lose control of my bladder. My heart raced and my body shock from the uneasy feeling I’ve always gotten during a heavy storm such as this one. I’ve always felt like the house would be struck by lightning and catch fire, or the wind would blow the house away, or worse. I made it to my bedroom door and pulled a hand out from my legs to turn the knob quickly so I could jam it back between them. I fumbled with the knob, trying to open the door but it wouldn’t budge an inch no matter which way I turned the knob. Ooh, why won’t it open, I have to pee so badly! I bit my bottom lip and wedged my hand back into my crotch as another spasm hit my bladder and another burst of pee jetted out into my clutched hands, dampening the fabric of my pajamas. Noo! I can’t wet myself! I have to keep trying… I crossed my leg over the other and pulled my hand out that was damp with urine and shaking with fear. I again tried opening the door and pulling as hard as my weak, shaking body would allow with one hand only to be denied from exiting once again. Another spurt leaked out and formed with the wet spot already on my pajamas. Noooo! Don’t pee! I shoved my hand back into my crotch and bounced in place, wondering why the door wouldn’t open and desperately trying to not have an accident. I scanned over the wall where the door should have been as the lightening lit up the area; it appeared that the door was gone, but the knob was still there. What… where’s the door…?My confusion was soon interrupted when I felt an incredibly stronger-than-before twinge in my abdomen and I dropped to my knees to try and suppress the flood which was seemingly unavoidable now. I sat on my legs and firmly grasped my crotch, pressing my fingers inside of my girlhood to bear down on my pee-hole. I shut my eyes tightly as the pressure from my pee forcefully pushing its way out became too much and started coming out in long gushing blasts, soaking my pants. I… can’t… hold it…! Tears welled in my eyes as I had no choice but to wait for the inevitable caused by my silly fear of storms. Then it happened. Warm urine gushed out like an erupting geyser and poured over my hands, completely drenching my clothes and pooling under me. I could almost hear the hissing sound from the saturation of the fabric over the storm. Desperately, I tried to pull back on my bladder, but the force of the stream was too much and there was nothing I could do to keep from fully wetting myself right there, just right around the corner from my bathroom. I… can’t believe that I’m peeing myself… I cried as I sat there completely mortified and frozen in place for what seemed like hours wishing I could wake up from this nightmare. At that very moment, I seemed to have had my wish granted as I was no longer balled up on the floor in front of my door nor could I hear the rolling thunder outside. The only thing I heard were a couple of birds chatting with each other outside as I slowly opened my eyes to a brightly lit room filled only with the rays of the morning sun coming from the window. I was back in my bed, safe and sound. “Just another nightmare…” I said with a relieving sigh as I sat up in bed and stretched my arms out with a high-pitched yawn. I was still rattled from the seemingly real mind-state, but I often had nightmares with storms. Shortly after I put my arms back down, I felt damp under where I was sitting and pulled the coverings up. I knew what had happened before I saw the bed and my crotch soaked with pee and my heart began pounding, nearly bursting out of my chest. I covered my mouth as I gasped; I hadn’t wet the bed since I was a little girl. Without hesitation or thinking, I jumped out of bed and yanked my wet pajamas off of my sticky, glistening legs and tossed them in my dirty clothes bin then made a mad dash to the bathroom for a quick shower. As I turned on the shower and began taking off my top, the sound of the running water almost instantly brought my need to pee back. I plopped down on the toilet right behind me and let my bladder muscles contract, giving way to the straggling urine that I somehow managed to keep inside of me. The urine trickled out of me slowly at first before speeding up to a steady stream and mixed with the clear water below, making it a light shade of yellow. Still mortified, I began wondering how I was going to clean the pee stain off of my bed before my parents see it. Thankfully they were still asleep as far as I know. 30 seconds later, the pee slowed down to a slight tinkle before finally stopping. I flushed the toilet and hopped in the shower. I already had a proper shower last night before bed so I concentrated on washing my girlhood and the area around it, eliminating the icky sticky feeling that I hadn’t felt in many years when I last wet the bed. My mind instantly took me back to that horrible moment of my life. I was about 10 years old or so and I had a lot of soda before bed that night while I was watching a movie with my best friend, Haley. I was so tired after her mom picked her up that I forgot to use the toilet and went straight to bed. I was awakened by my mother shaking me and telling me to wake up and that I had wet my bed. I was so embarrassed that I cried and locked myself in the bathroom before my dad unlocked it and we all had a long discussion about how I needed to use the toilet before bed each night. As the years went by, I was able to wake up when I needed to urinate in the middle of the night… but not this time. I quickly shook off this thought, hoping that it was just a one time occurrence and nothing similar would ever happen again. I turned off the water and dried and wrapped myself with a towel then headed back to my room to put on clean clothes. My closet door was already opened; I let the towel fall off of my squeaky clean body as I looked at myself in the mirror hanging on in the inside of the door and began brushing my brown shoulder length hair that flowed over my petite, pale skinned frame. The weather was mildly warm outside so I put on a light colored pair of loose fitting jeans over a fresh pair of undies and slipped on a red baby-doll t-shirt after shamefully looking over my pathetic a-cups. Glancing at the clock on my bedside table, I noticed that I had 30 minutes to rid my bed of the incriminating pee stain that stretched over a good three quarters of the width of my light blue sheet. I yanked it off and threw in the basket with my wet pajamas before walking out of my bedroom to fetch some cleaning supplies from downstairs. I was so relieved to see that my parents were still in bed as usual and I grabbed a bottle of fabric cleaner and a cleaning pad. I traipsed back to my room and started using the supplies on the bare wet mattress until it was free of the urine stain. After I finished, I let out a big sigh of relief and gathered the cleaning supplies along with my dirty linens and clothes, then quietly walked down stairs again to toss them in the washer. As I was putting the fabric cleaner up, I heard someone walking my direction. Panicking, I quickly put the bottle in the upper cabinet and accidentally knocked over various items as an avalanche of cleaning utensils dumped over me and onto the floor below. I started picking them up when my mom showed up at the laundry room door. My heart began racing and I become nervous that she would see my wet sheets and pajamas. “Madison? What are you doing, are you okay?” She asked, concerned. “Nothing! J-Just doing some laundry before school.” I continued to pick up the items, dropping a couple from my shaking arms and laid them on the shelf in an unorganized fashion. I disregarded the fallen bottles and quickly put my wet sheets in the washer before I noticed the smell of urine permeating the small room. “Why does it smell like urine in here? And didn’t we wash all of the sheets on Tuesday?” She looked down at the pajamas and picked them up before I could stop her. I flushed bright red on my cheeks as I couldn’t do anything but wait for her next response. “It’s nothing… I didn’t…” There was nothing I could say to save me now, she had noticed the wet stains on my pajamas. “Nothing? These smell of pee. Did you wet the bed, Madison? I thought you were over that.” She looked at my bright red cheeks and my body shook from horror. It was bad enough when I wet the bed at 10 but even worse at 16. I wished that the washer would have turned into a monster and ate me up right then. I looked down in shame. “I… don’t know… yeah.” My voice shook as I spoke and every second that passed felt even worse than the last. I held back my tears and said nothing more as she scanned over my peed clothes. “Get your shoes on and go to school before you’re late. I’ll take care of this. If this keeps up, you’re going to the doctor. You shouldn’t be wetting the bed at such an age.” She said as she intently looked over each wet article and scoffed at them before dropping them in the washer. I slowly headed towards the front door as I walked away from one of the most embarrassing moments of my life and hoped this will all be forgotten soon. I slipped on my brown leather sandals and grabbed my school bag then headed out the door to the bus stop. The horrible moment that just passed kept playing over and over in my head as I waited for the school bus no matter how much I tried to forget about it. At least I’ll get to see my best friend Haley as soon as I get on the bus. I really needed her right then. I folded my arms across my chest and soon, the bus arrived and I walked up the dirty steps behind the folding doors, ignored the old-aged bus driver when he creepily smiled at me like always, and found Haley, smiling at me in a much more pleasant way as I sat down next her. I gave her a half smile and sat my bag in my lap as the bus drove off. It was only a matter of moments before Haley took notice that something was the matter as I expected her to. “What’s wrong, Maddy? You don’t look like your normal, cheery self today…” She looked at me with a concern that already begun to calm me down. I knew I could tell her anything, but I didn’t want anyone on the bus to over hear. “Err…” I looked around us and realized we were far enough out of earshot from the few other people on the bus. The closest person was a boy with headphones on a few seats back. “I uh… wet the bed last night…” I whispered to her. “Oh… is that all? Don’t worry Maddy, it happens.” She put her hand on my shoulder and I immediately felt so much better. I smiled a bit more as I looked at her. She had longer hair than me, auburn color, that flowed over her body that was a little wider compared to my small frame. More notably her chest, which was a couple of sizes bigger than mine, which I was always jealous of. She was wearing a pair of khaki colored carpenter pants and a green shirt. “I haven’t since I was 10... I was so embarrassed. Especially because my mom found out and made it into a huge deal and told me if it continued that she would take me to the doctor.” I explained to her comfortably. “Moms can be over reactive like that. Don’t worry, accidents happen. Even to Haley.” She warmly smiled at me, making me feel even more better. “Really? When did you last… you know…” I trailed off from my question and wondered if she caught my drift. “What? Had an accident?” I nodded. “Um… I can’t remember, about 13 or 14. Happened in Ms. Swanson’s class, you remember how strict she was on bathroom breaks. I was running late from lunch period and didn’t have time to go to the toilet before her class… and yeah.” She seemed okay with telling me this. I could tell she wanted me to feel better, and I did. “I hope I never have one in public… that sounds super embarrassing.” I said to her and looked outside the window. We proceeded to talk about stupid girl stuff that wasn’t important until the bus finally arrived at our high school and we all got off. Me and Haley went to our separate classes. “See you after school, Maddy!” She waved to me and I smiled and waved back. First period was English, which was a bore as usual but I got through it and Math was second. I liked Math, it always interested me for some reason. Then my favorite period of the day came, Lunch. Unfortunately, I didn’t share any lunches or classes with Haley except Marching Band every other day, which is how we met. She played flute and I played the French horn. I sat down with my poorly prepared chicken patty, tater tots which were surprisingly good and my large bottle of purified spring water from home. I took my time finishing my meal and drank most of my water. I looked at the clock; I still had 45 minutes left of lunch and I was a bit tired so I decided to rest for a little while, make a quick bathroom trip and then head to class. I laid down on my arms and soon, my eyes shut and I drifted off into a light sleep. “Young lady? Wake up.” I faintly heard as my eyesight slowly returned to normal and a figure of a woman was standing next to me. “Huh?” I looked up at the janitor who was sweeping the floors of the empty cafeteria. “You better get to class, you’re late. Lunch has been over for 15 minutes.” She said in a concerned voice. “Oh crap!” I exclaimed as I jumped up from my seat, grabbed my bag and darted out of the room heading towards my 3rd period History class. As I walked quickly to my class, I felt my bladder give several strong signals that I needed to pee. If only I didn’t fall asleep, I would have had time to use the bathroom then, but I was already late for class. It wasn’t that urgent yet but I could only hope it would stay that way until after class. I knew Mr. Venezuela wouldn’t let me leave, especially since I was now late but I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to ask. I walked through the door and all of the students including Mr. Venezuela looked at me. I suddenly didn’t feel brave enough to ask him to let me go so I just sat down as he watched me, waiting to hear my excuse. “Uhm… sorry. I fell asleep at lunch.” I sheepishly said to him, not paying attention to the rest of the class as I pulled out my history text book. He shook his head at me and continued with the lesson and I turned to the page I was supposed to be on. Minutes later, my urge to urinate returned stronger than before and I shifted in my seat to subside the feeling. I had to do this every time my need came back and it became stronger and more difficult to hold each time until I was forced to put a hand in between my legs in order to keep all of my pee inside my bladder. My face turned a shade a red as some of the others took notice to my predicament but I tried not to pay attention to them and focus on the lesson as well as preventing an embarrassing accident. Desperately, I crossed my legs, pressed my hands into my crotch and leaned forward a bit, suppressing the urge a little. More time passed, and I was no longer able to concentrate on the lesson at all but only on my bursting and aching bladder. I was in almost in tears when Mr. Venezuela finally ended the lesson. “Alright that’s it for today, class. Please write down your homework assignment for tonight.” He said. I was so ready to get of class that I didn’t think about the consequences of my next action. I pulled my right hand out of my tightly crossed legs and started to write down our instructions. Instantly a spurt of warm pee gushed out of my and dampened my pants. I groaned, apparently loud enough for everyone to hear including the teacher. Everyone turned to look my way and Mr. Venezuela looked at me with concern. I shoved my hand back where it was. “Is something the matter, Ms. Jennings?” He asked as my cheeks burned red and I was filled with embarrassment. I held back my tears and blurted out my need in desperation. “I’m about to have to have an accident, can I go to the bathroom please?!” I began crying as another spurt of pee escaped my clutches. “Can’t you wait 10 more minutes, class is almost over. You should have asked earlier.” He sternly asked. I knew I couldn’t hold on that long without wetting myself fully. I was already leaking constantly into my panties at this point. “No… I really can’t. It’s coming out!” I exclaimed in a broken and shaking voice as tears dripped down my flushed cheeks. A few students murmured to themselves. I overheard one of them saying ‘She’s going to pee herself.’ “Go then. Next time, make sure you have enough time before class to take care of this.” Without thinking and disregarding everyone else, I immediately stood up and headed towards the door. As I fumbled with the door handle, more long spurts of urine came out and began forming a large wet spot between my legs and I jammed my hand back in between them. “No! I can’t hold it anymore!” I said loudly and without any regard to whoever heard it as I dropped to my knees. The flood gates opened and all of my pent up pee poured out of me like a garden hose on full blast, completely drenching my pants and pooling under me. I sat in my pee puddle, frozen in place and in tears as I covered my face with my pee soaked hands. My nightmare came true. I could hear Mr. Venezuela trying to talk to me but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I was lost in my mind, playing back everything that just happened and wishing that the floor would just suck me in. The bell rang a minute later and I was brought out of my thoughts. I stood up quickly, almost slipping in my puddle, grabbed my bag and textbook, and darted out the door. I ran down the hallway and out the side doors, ignoring all of the looks I was probably getting from others and leaned against the light colored brick wall outside, dropping everything in my hands. I bawled my eyes out as I covered myself with my sweater that I pulled out from my bag. Soon after, I heard someone open the very same doors that I came out of and I almost ran away, until I saw who it was. “Maddy?” Haley said. I didn’t say a word but instead threw myself at her and clung to her tightly, crying my eyes out on her shoulder. “It’s okay Maddy… I saw you running down the hallway.” She softly said as she patted my back and hugged me. My crying subsided as she comforted me. “Come on, I’ll walk you back to my house. You can get cleaned up and changed there.” I sighed with relief and nodded as I let go of her. I put my book back in my bag and threw it over my shoulder and we walked to her house. I told her everything that happened along the way. I was thankful that Haley was my best friend, she really comforted me that day.[/size]

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

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Derek woke to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking. It was his favorite breakfast and his roommates, Kevin and Chris, were cooking it for his 20th birthday. Derek got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to eat his breakfast. On the way he passed the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He had short blond messy hair and was skinny. Girls may have thought he was attractive but he wished he was bigger. Looking at the toilet he realized he had to pee. He thought to himself “I can hold it while I eat” and walked on out to the kitchen. Once he got there breakfast just finished cooking and Kevin was putting it on a plate. Once Chris and Kevin saw him they broke out singing Happy Birthday. Derek expected this but he always hated it, He would much rather Chris and Kevin attack him or something. But he let them know that so so why wouldn’t they do that instead. After they finished they sat down to eat. Derek sat on the couch with his feet up. Derek enjoyed his meal with his favorite breakfast drink, OJ. The OJ was good but did not help his bladder. Once they finished eating Kevin went to get ready for his part time job and Chris went for a walk. Derek just sat there watching tv for awhile, he knew he should go to the bathroom but he didn’t. After a whole his need had increased rapidly and he decided he couldn’t wait. He got up and headed to the bathroom but of course the door was closed. Nick was taking a shower. Standing at the door Derek noticed his need was much worse then he thought, he barley could hold it. Derek pounded on the door yelling “KEVEN” But of course no answer. He leaned against the door crossing his legs and holding himself. Right then Chris came in and headed straight to his room. He came out 5mins later in only his green boxers. Derek have had a crush on Chris forever. He had short brown hair, wore glasses, and had an amazing tan. Just Derek’s type and seeing him in only his green boxers was a dream come true. He went and stood behind Derek grabbing himself as well. Derek looks at him and says “you have to pee really bad too”? Chris nodded bouncing from one foot to another. Derek was doing the same. After what seemed like hours Keven turned the water off. Hearing this Derek once again pounded on the door and yelled “open the door Chris and I are about to piss ourselves”! Keven opened the door to see both his roommates with there legs crossed and holding them self’s. As soon as the door opened Chris tried to push pass Derek but Derek pushed him back and said “wait your turn”! Chris replied “I can’t, I’m about to piss my pants”! “So am I!” Derek said as he walked into the bathroom. Chris tried to follow him but Derek pushed him out saying “wait your turn” and closing the door and locking it. Derek could feel hot piss leaking into his pants but since his shorts were black you couldn’t see any wetness. He got to the toilet and pulled down his pants and undies and legged the lid. As he released Chris heard and couldn’t take it anymore. His own bladder released. It started and a stream but quickly turned into a jet of hot piss soaking his green boxers and running down his legs foaming a huge pee puddle around his feet. Chris couldn’t believe what was happing but it felt so good he didn’t care. After he finished what happing dawned on him and he turned bright red in embarrassment. Right then the bathroom door opened reveling Derek. As Derek stood there staring, Chris started to cry. Looking at Chris Derek couldn’t help but to think he looked cute. Keven came out of his room to see what all the noise was. When he saw Chris he stopped in his tracks. Derek wrapped his arms around Chris who was still crying.

Chapter 1 Daria was dying. Her bladder pressed hard against the tight waist of her khakis that cut off at the ankles to show off her sexy feet in designer flip flops. Her tight top stretched tight over her boobs as her tits erected out like arrowheads from the pressure she dealt with. The physical agony was bad enough. Those five water bottles she sucked down throughout the party had really gone to her. She was sitting and talking to some other twenty something years olds like herself from around town in her college campus while crossing and shaking her legs aggressively. “Oh holy crap,” she whispered to herself. So low, as it was from an intense and slight pulse that made her feel like her belly would pop out any second. Her toes curled as her feet shook and sweat fell down her head. “Why did I drink so much and hold it for so long?” She wondered. Daria got up from her chair and prayed there wouldn’t be a line at the bathroom. Apparently there was only one in the house but alas, she stopped in the hallway and threw her arms up in frustration then rubbing her hands down her face as her legs squeezed over each other tight. She stated at three other girls as beautiful as she was squirming gently outside the bathroom door painfully holding back their bladders as well. The one at the front, Erin, was in a red sweater and black tights with slippers. She held her hand gently against her crotch as she bounced with an annoyed expression across her face. Behind her was Alex. A thin and tan hottie with long legs in short short jeans and a red shirt with buttons. Her arms wrapped around her chest and bit her lips as her foot tapped. Behind her and in front of Daria was Joanna. A tall gal with tight blue jeans and wearing a purple top. She stood with her legs crossed and hands in her pockets. Anxious and in agony . Daria walked up asked, “Um, I’m sorry to trouble you. But....could I possibly cut in front?” The girls all turned their heads shocked as they were bouncing around themselves. “Hells no.” They each replied. Daria felt like collapsing to her knees and crying however, she had to pursue on. She squirmed at the end of the line, legs rubbing against each other and feet pacing back and forth as she worried and held in a watery load anxiously. Meanwhile not far behind was Billy. A horny omorashi obsessed guy who from behind the corner of the wall started to cum himself in aw from watching those four beauties squirm . To be continued

One thing that I find somewhat off putting in a lot of omorashi videos is the girl's underplayed reaction to having wet herself. In many cases they don't seem as ashamed as that situation would make them in real life. Does anyone know of any videos that feature more of this aspect of omorashi? Thanks

This was not really planned and it happened today while waiting for the repairman to replace my leaking toilet with a new one. I was bored while waiting and started reading the Live action omorashi thread and asked for advice what to do to make waiting and supervising a repairman more interesting. Expected repair time was about 30 minutes up to 1 hour and I should be able to hold it long enough for him to finish work and leave. Maybe a leak or two in my panties. This is the conversion: Here is what happened after that: Well, I kind of did ask him. I asked if I can use the bathroom. He was still working on it, but I expected he will say yes and finished work later. But he said no. He didn't say anything about his desperation, I also didn't say anything more about my desperation, just standing there with my legs crossed, all confused. I really didn't expect him to say no. Because I was really desperate at that point and spurted many times already, wetness started to show on my leggings under the line of long sweater I used to hide wet crotch. I don't know if he noticed wetness on my inner thighs or not, but I could clearly see it, looking in a big mirror on the hallway wall. I started to consider possible scenarios for immediate future, anything not involving wetting myself in front of him. It was eminent I wouldn't last much longer and had to do something. At that point even he noticed my pee pee dances in the hallway and said " You can use it in a few minutes. Can you wait?". I said "yes", even I was not really sure if that is true or not. But fate intervened and decided outcome for me. I don't really know why, maybe because of my uneven breathing due to strong desperation, but at that moment I started choking on saliva and coughing so hard, I totally lost control over my bladder and wet myself right there in front of him, making a huge puddle in the middle of the hallway. Of course, he saw everything, because he started looking at me the moment I started choking on saliva and squating in the middle of the hallway. I couldn't stop peeing while still gasping for air and totally emptied my bladder in front of him. And that was really not planned at all. I'm not that bold and self-confident to do something like that on purpose in front of a stranger in my home. I know I asked if I should do it, but I don't think I could actually go through with that even if someone told me to do so. Maybe I would do it somewhere in public, where no one couldn't recognise me, but not at my home where he knows who I am. Possible options I was considering if emergency calls, were peeing through panties and leggings, squating in the middle of the living room and changing clothes before I face the repairman again. Kind of show him what happened, but not literally. And I was sure he wouldn't ask for details. But due to unexpected line of events he literally saw what happened after all. I was sooo embarrassed at that moment and I became totally red in my face and feeling hot as it was 40 degrees Celsius in my flat. He was very apologetic and said he didn't realise how bad I had to go, otherwise he would let me use the toilet. Maybe a cliche, but I said, it's ok, not to worry. It's not his fault. At that point I didn't even wanted to change my leggings any more, just wanted him to leave as soon as possible, so he was able to look at me walking around the flat in my totally wet clothes while I was getting money to pay him. But before he left the apartment, he asked if he can use the bathroom. So, I found out after all, coffee made him desperate too. Of course I said yes, even it would really turn me on if I denied him the use of toilet as he done to me about 15 minutes earlier. I also asked him not to tell anyone what happened. It seems appropriate and suggested I'm ashamed of what happened and didn't do it on purpose. He said yes, but I kind of doubt he won't tell to his coworkers or at home. I'm sure it looked very amusing to him. I just wonder if anyone else had close calls or even wetting accident while waiting for a repairman to do his work or cleaning lady to let them use the bathroom?

Just a little scene I just wrote for fun. Don't know if there are any Yuuri!!! on Ice fans around here, but have a cute little Yuuri/Victor omo ficlet anyway. It had not gone well. And little wonder, given the fact that the moment he stepped out on the ice, Yuuri discovered that he really, really had to pee. How are you supposed to do a quadruple toe loop when you’re desperate for the toilet? Let alone a salchow or flip. Yuuri fumbled with his skates the moment he got off the ice, hands shaking. The kiss and cry was a no go. He had to run right now if he was going to make it in time. ‘Yuuri?’ Victor’s voice called, but he didn’t have time to listen. He ran. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ The nearest bathroom wasn’t far, but he had to stop twice along the way to cross his legs and grab himself through his costume. Luckily, no one was watching. He made it inside, locked the door, began to fumble with his costume, and . . . ‘No! Shit . . .’ He had no way of stopping it, and he moaned pathetically as his pee came out, soaking his costume. Yuuri had never felt so ashamed in his life. Here he was, a grown-ass skating champion, pissing himself because he failed to make it to the bathroom on time. Skating had probably made it more difficult to hold it. He slid to the floor and sobbed. There came a knock on the door. ‘Yuuri?’ Victor’s voice was filled with concern. ‘Yuuri, are you okay?’ ‘I . . . I’m fine!’ Yuuri knew he didn’t sound especially convincing as his voice cracked. ‘Just . . . go away!’ ‘Are you sick?’ ‘Y—no, I’m . . . yes, I’m . . .’ Shit. ‘Let me in, Yuuri.’ ‘No. Just go away.’ ‘Are you upset because it didn’t go well?’ Yuuri almost laughed. If only Victor knew. ‘No. Yes. Just . . . please.’ It came out as barely a whisper. ‘Please just go.’ He heard Victor sigh. ‘No. I refuse to go when you’re in there by yourself feeling like crap. Just let me in so I can help you. Okay? If you won’t let me in as your coach, at least let me in as your boyfriend.’ Yuuri closed his eyes. It was hard to argue with Victor when he sounded like that, so earnest and sincere and loving. Finally, he stood on shaky legs and unlocked the door. It opened at once, and Victor stepped inside, closing and locking it behind him. ‘Yuuri, what—?’ He frowned. Looked at Yuuri and then down on the floor where a puddle had formed. ‘Oh dear.’ Yuuri couldn’t look at him. ‘I’m gross,’ he mumbled. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘You had to pee that badly? That’s why it went so poorly out there?’ ‘. . . yes.’ Yuuri felt tears sting his eyes. ‘I ruined the costume, too . . .’ Victor shook his head. ‘It can be dry-cleaned.’ He sighed. ‘Okay, I’ll go get you some dry clothes. I’ll be right back.’ Yuuri locked the door behind Victor and, for lack of anything better to do, sat down on the toilet and hugged himself. What now? Was Victor disgusted with him? He should be. Yuuri felt mortified, but he knew that Victor would have had to see it in the end regardless, or he would have been stuck in this bathroom forever. A few minutes later, there was another knock. ‘Yuuri? It’s me.’ Yuuri unlocked the door again, and Victor entered, locking the door again behind him. He carried a bag, and set it down away from the puddle on the floor. ‘Sorry,’ Yuuri muttered. ‘I should clean that up.’ ‘It’s okay,’ said Victor. ‘I’ll clean it. You just get changed. I brought a towel, so you can clean up a little.’ Yuuri started to undress. Even though he and Victor were frequently naked together, he still turned his back. He pulled off the sopping wet leotard, swallowing back a sob. It was just so embarrassing. He turned to the sink, soaking a wad of paper towels so he could clean his crotch and legs. He noticed to his chagrin that the touch made him half hard, in spite of everything. Yuuri dried himself with the towel. He heard Victor go up to the sink to rinse something and glanced sideways. He’d brought a rag, which was now soaked in urine. ‘Fuck,’ Yuuri mumbled, pulling on clean underwear. ‘This sucks . . .’ ‘Don’t worry about it, lyubimiy. It happens.’ ‘Not to skating champions in their twenties . . .’ He felt a hand on his shoulder. ‘Hey.’ Yuuri turned his head to meet Victor’s gaze. His expression was kind. ‘I said it’s okay. It doesn’t matter.’ He pulled at Yuuri’s shoulder so he would turne to face him, and put his arms around him, hugging him close. ‘I love you no matter how many times you wet yourself.’ Yuuri laughed in spite of himself, and put his arms around Victor in turn, burying his face in his shoulder. ‘I love you too.’ They stood like that for a moment. Then Victor uttered a puzzled, ‘hm’, and stepped back, looking pointedly down at Yuuri’s crotch. ‘What’s this, then?’ Yuuri quickly turned around again, pulling a pair of jeans out of the bag. ’N-nothing.’ ‘Nothing? Cause I felt that.’ ‘You . . . you were just really close. I . . .’ ‘You don’t get hard every time I hug you, Yuuri.’ ‘Does it matter? This isn’t the time.’ Victor’s arms encircled him from behind, his hand sliding down his bare stomach towards the waistband of his boxer-briefs. ‘It’s kind of hot, though. Is it cause you . . . felt embarrassed? Cause I know embarrassment can sometimes make me feel kind of excited.’ ‘It’s not! I’m not . . .’ But Yuuri couldn’t lie to Victor, no matter how much he wanted to, and he sighed. ‘Yeah. That’s probably it.’ ‘Then let me help you.’ Victor’s hand disappeared into Yuuri’s underwear, and Yuuri hissed as he wrapped his hand around his cock, making him fully hard. ‘Mm, that’s it, my love. Doesn’t that feel better?’ Yuuri’s head drooped forward and he nodded. ‘Yeah.’ Victor stroked him slowly with nimble fingers, and then he pulled down Yuuri’s underwear again. ‘Won’t do to stain these, too,’ he murmured and placed a soft kiss just behind Yuuri’s ear. Yuuri groaned. ‘Mm, there’s a good boy.’ Victor stroked faster, and Yuuri moaned. ‘That’s it.’ Yuuri’s breathing came in short, ragged bursts. ‘I have to pee again,’ he gasped without thinking, and Victor chuckled softly in his ear. Victor manoeuvred Yuuri over towards the toilet and lifted the lid and seat with his free hand. ‘Come for me first?’ It was all the encouragement Yuuri needed, because he was already pretty close, and he came with a soft whimper, cum shooting into the toiletbowl. Victor kept his hand on his dick, and a moment later Yuuri peed again. ‘There you go.’ Victor kissed the back of his head. ‘You’ve been very good for me, Yuuri.’ He pulled Yuuri’s underwear back on and turned him around again so he could kiss him. Yuuri sighed into the kiss, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. ‘Did that feel good?’ asked Victor, pulling back to look into Yuuri’s eyes. Yuuri only nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and leaned forward to kiss Victor again, because that was all he wanted. ‘You stay here and get dressed,’ said Victor after a couple of minutes of this. ‘I told them you were ill, so I’ll just go give the press some platitudes, and we’ll head back to the hotel. Yes?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Maybe we can have some more fun when we get there, hm? Cause I’m feeling pretty excited now, too.’ Victor winked, and then he left the bathroom. Yuuri locked the door, sighed, and put on his clothes. Having some fun in their hotel room didn’t sound like a half bad idea, and he adjusted his junk. Maybe he should do this again some time.

I wrote this a while ago as the idea came into my head, and have tweaked it a little bit since. There is, I think, the possibility for a continuation, but it depends on inspiration, motivation, and whether anyone would even be interested in reading more. Read the tags for content warnings, and enjoy! Andi’s hand shook as he struggled with his keys. He stood walking in place, jaw clenched, and a small whimper of frustration escaped him before he managed to get the key in the lock of his front door. Once inside he threw down his bag, and left a trail of scarf, jacket, and boots as he raced towards the bathroom. He pulled the door shut on reflex even though he now lived alone. He hesitated, glancing at the toilet. He needed to go so badly he felt like he would burst, but after a brief moment’s consideration he stripped down to his boxer-briefs and turned towards the shower. Shifting his weight back and forth between his feet he wondered if he should take them off or not. In the end he left them on, and stepped into the shower. He stood there for a good while, occasionally moaning, whimpering and swearing, still shifting back and forth, rocking on the balls of his feet. He stuck a hand in between his legs and grabbed himself. He could feel that he was hard, but of course he was. ‘Shit,’ he murmured. ‘Shit, shit, fuck . . .’ He felt the pressure building, until he couldn’t think, could barely breathe, and he sobbed as he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and his urine began to flow down his legs, through his pants, splashing onto the tiles beneath his feet. ‘No! No . . .’ He sank to his knees, panting and sobbing, feeling the warm pee underneath him. He touched the front of his boxers, rubbed himself through the fabric, and a final spurt of urine soaked his hand. He grabbed one of his nipples between the fingers of his other hand, pinching, and kept stroking his sex until his sobs turned to groans of pleasure and he finally came. Sitting there, in a puddle of his own piss, he didn’t want to get up. Didn’t want to take his pants off, even though they were quickly becoming cold and uncomfortable. In the end, he did anyway. Andi had two secrets. One was this, his most shameful kink. That he liked to hold his pee in until he wet himself. That he got off on it. The other was that he was only a few months a ‘real’ boy. He’d been on T for a little over half a year. His voice had dropped. He had gotten hairier, his skin had changed, as had his body fat ratio. He had always been quite flat chested, though what little tits he had still bothered him, as did what was, or wasn’t, between his legs. He did have a dick, the clitoris having grown significantly. It was about an inch long now, about an inch and a half and much thicker while erect. He was proud of his dick. It couldn’t penetrate anyone, but then he had always preferred bottoming anyway. Still, he hated to think about it, to look at it. His vulva. He’d hoped his dick would grow bigger than this. It still might, of course, but a lot of the guys he’d spoken to said theirs grew most in the first six months on testosterone. Whether or not he’d have surgery at some point he hadn’t quite decided, but he really wanted to. Top surgery was a given, and he was already on a waiting list. Andi hadn’t had sex in a long time. Not since he started trying to pass. Well, not until recently, that is. Not until Ronan. Ronan, who had been his best friend for a long time, and who somehow took everything in stride. When they had first met, online, Andi’s transition had been in its infancy. He had only just started to accept that he was trans, and the first thing he had done was try to be a boy online. Ronan was the sort of person who inspired trust, so eventually Andi had told him everything. He had been completely cool with it. He hadn’t asked any weird or invasive questions. He had simply listened, and when Andi had asked if he was freaked out, he had written: Why? You’re the same person now that you were five minutes ago. You’re my friend. And I want you to be happy. Since that moment, Andi had shared his fears, his body dysphoria, what his doctors and therapists told him, and his hopes for the future with Ronan. And then, at some point, his fantasies and his kinks, and that was when their relationship had changed. They had talked about all of it, and then explored it in detail, first with a series of phone calls and Skype sessions, and then finally, a few weeks ago, in person. The fact that Ronan, who was gay, wanted to be with Andi almost served to make him feel more like a real man than the hormones could. But this last kink even Ronan didn’t know about, and he never ever would. If he ever found out . . . Andi was sure even Ronan couldn’t accept something like that. Who would? It was, objectively speaking, gross. Urine was not a natural part of sex. Of course, it wasn’t the urine itself that turned him on. It was the desperation, and the act of wetting himself. The shame of it. Shame and humiliation were already present in his and Ronan’s play. When they were together, Ronan had tied Andi up, spanked him, made him choke on his dick, and Andi had loved every second of it. The memory was enough to make him blush. Ronan was naturally dominating, and being submissive with him felt wonderfully freeding. This, though, this was different. Lately, Andi’s wetting fantasies had taken on a different form. He imagined not doing it alone. He imagined Ronan telling him when he could and couldn’t pee—much the same way he sometimes forbade him from touching himself without permission—refusing him access to the toilet until he was a shivering, desperate mess. He pictured Ronan making him wet himself on command, and sometimes he imagined Ronan fucking him while he was holding, fucking his arse until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and pissed. Then he would get disciplined with a spanking. He could never, ever tell Ronan what he was imagining. The whole thing had started back when his transition was in its infancy, pre-T. Back when he had begun trying to pass. At the time he had felt very uncomfortable with public bathrooms. He didn’t want to use the ladies’ room because he wasn’t a woman, but he felt like if he used the men’s room they would see straight through him. They would call his bluff, they wouldn’t see him as a real man. So whenever he was away from home, he refused to use the toilet. One evening he had been out for a drink with some good friends who called him Andi instead of Anna, and used the correct pronouns, and it had been a really good time. He had rather a lot of beer. He was quite used to holding his pee in by then, and could usually handle it, but it got a lot more difficult when he was drunk, and on his way home at two in the morning, it happened. He wet himself. It was dark, but there were some people about. Andi froze, completely mortified, hoping to God that no one would notice. It didn’t seem like anyone did, but he had never felt more embarrassed or terrible about himself. As soon as he could shut off the flow, which was easier said than done, he ran the rest of the way home and locked himself in the bathroom, sobbing. Not seeing any point in holding it in anymore, he let go and finished wetting himself on the bathroom floor. After pulling off his sopping wet jeans, he got in the shower and washed. He got off twice, went to bed, and got off again. The next morning he woke up wanting to do it all again. Thinking about that night (what he had since come to think of as his second awakening, the first having been when he accepted his true gender) still made him hard. Andi turned on the shower, washing the urine from his legs and the floor. He made the water as hot as he could take, and while he stood under it, began to stroke himself. He pictured Ronan while he did, and tentatively reached back, pushing a wet finger inside his arse. He moaned loudly, and a little bit of leftover pee trickled out. His fingers didn’t really feel like enough, though, and he stepped out of the shower and over to the bathroom cabinet. He had left his dildo there the last time he had got off. He found it along with some lube, and after slicking it up and stretching his hole a bit, got back in the shower and began to pump his arse with it. He moaned loudly, stroking his cock, and peed a bit more. It didn’t take him long to come. Andi cleaned himself up and got out of the shower. After towelling himself off he reached for his phone to check his messages, and the moment he touched it, it rang. Ronan’s picture filled the screen, and Andi instantly blushed. He only let it ring twice before answering. ‘Hi,’ he said, his voice a bit breathless. ‘Well, hello there, boy,’ said Ronan’s deep, silky voice. ‘You sound exactly the way I like you best,’ he purred. ‘Have you been naughty?’ Andi smiled. ‘Maybe . . .’ ‘Tell me,’ Ronan demanded. His tone of voice hadn’t changed, but it was a command nonetheless, and Andi felt a tugging sensation somewhere in the vicinity of his crotch. He may not like his XX-chromosome parts all that much, but they did give him the advantage (or disadvantage) of not being easily spent, and he immediately reached down to touch himself again, before stopping himself. ‘I just got out of the shower,’ he said. ‘I may have . . . Gotten off a few times.’ Ronan tutted. ‘Without me? I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ ‘Guess you’ll have to punish me,’ said Andi quickly. Ronan chuckled softly. ‘If you’re so eager for punishment, boy, perhaps I should prepare some less pleasurable discipline. Silent contemplation, say.’ Andi whimpered involuntarily. ‘No? Well, I guess I do owe you a bit of a spanking. Too bad I can’t do it right now.’ Ronan sighed. ‘What are you doing?’ Andi asked. ‘Right now I’m stroking my cock, thinking of you all naked and wet in the shower.’ Andi let his hand wander down to his own dick and said, ‘Me too.’ ‘Uh-uh. Did I tell you you were allowed to touch yourself?’ Ronan asked, and Andi stopped immediately, but not before whining softly. ‘What’s that, boy? Are you complaining?’ ’N—no,’ Andi stammered. ‘Of course not.’ ‘Good. You can touch yourself when I tell you to.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Andi, obediently. ‘What were you doing before?’ Ronan asked him. Andi’s heart hammered in his chest. ‘Nothing, really. I was just in the shower, and then I . . . Touched myself.’ ‘How many times did you come?’ ‘Three . . . I think.’ ‘My naughty little Andi,’ said Ronan. ‘Whatever shall I do with you? It’s like you want to be punished.’ Andi swallowed, but said nothing. ‘Do you, boy? Do you want me to spank your arse raw?’ Andi moaned softly. ‘Tell me.’ Andi drew a breath, and it came out again ragged. When he spoke his voice was uneven. ‘If you want to. I’ve . . . I’ve been disobedient. I need discipline. Need to be . . . To be shamed.’ ‘You want me to shame you? To embarrass you?’ Ronan asked. Andi remained silent. His legs felt shaky. He was so turned on he could barely breathe, and he needed to pee again, too. ‘Tell me what would embarrass you most of all. What could I make you do that would be a true punishment?’ Andi spoke without thinking, without considering the consequences. It was a reflex, to answer Ronan truthfully. He couldn’t lie to him. ‘Make me piss myself.’ He covered his mouth, mortified. He had said it. What would happen now? ‘Oh?’ came Ronan’s voice. ‘Why, that’s new. What manner of kink is this?’ Andi bit his lip. ‘It’s . . . It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.’ ‘No, no, no,’ Ronan purred. ‘None of that, boy. Tell me.’ Swallowing a couple of times, Andi considered his words carefully before speaking. ‘Sometimes I . . . I like to hold it until I’m fit to burst. Getting all desperate like that . . . It, er . . . It really turns me on.’ His face felt hot, and he was stammering quite a bit. At the same time he felt more aroused than ever. Embarrassing himself like this, telling Ronan his most secret of secrets, he could almost come without even touching himself. ‘Sometimes I . . . I hold it until I wet myself, and then I get off.’ The last bit nearly turned into word salad, but Ronan seemed to catch it all the same. ‘Then I feel embarrassed, and ashamed . . .’ ‘Mmm . . . Well, I do like you desperate. I could forbid you from going to the toilet. And then, if you do wet yourself, I’d have to discipline you.’ ‘Oh God,’ Andi whimpered. ‘Please . . .’ ‘Please what?’ ‘Please, sir, may I come?’ ‘Hm, not sure you’ve earned it yet. You’ve been holding back on me, after all. Not telling me about this . . . How long have you been doing it?’ Andi swallowed. ‘Since . . . since before I started on T. Back when I started trying to pass.’ ‘And here I thought you had told me all about your fantasies, and it turns out you’ve got this squirrelled away. I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ There was amusement in Ronan’s stern voice. ‘I’m sorry,’ Andi mumbled. ‘I . . . It was embarrassing. I thought maybe . . . maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if I told you. That you wouldn’t want to . . .’ ‘That I wouldn’t want to fuck you anymore?’ Ronan chuckled. ‘You’re an idiot, my little Andi. The thought of you all desperate like that, of you pissing yourself and feeling mortified about it . . . Mmm, that really turns me on.’ His voice sounded a little breathless. Andi licked his lips. ‘Ronan . . . Sir . . .’ ‘All right. Since you’ve given me so many fun things to think about, I’ll let you come, boy.’ Andi’s hand immediately went down to his crotch and he began to stroke himself. ‘Fuck . . . I’m so horny right now, I can’t even—I’m gonna—’ ‘So eager. Slow down, boy. That’s it.’ Andi did as he was asked, slowed the movement of his fingers, but he still felt so close. ‘How’s it feel?’ Ronan breathed. ‘Feels good,’ Andi moaned. ‘God . . . Wish you were here, fucking me.’ The sound Ronan made was more like a growl than anything else. ‘So do I, boy. So do I. But until I am, this will have to do.’ ‘Mhm . . .’ Andi felt breathless. ‘Fuck . . . Ronan, please . . .’ ‘Go on then. You can come.’ Andi picked up the pace. His thighs quivered, and he could barely remain standing, unable to support himself with his other hand since he was on the phone. ‘Oh, fuck! Ah!’ He came, but kept stroking, and not long after he came again. He dropped to his knees, hand still working. ‘Fuck, you sound so good, Andi. Keep this up, I’m gonna come, too. Think you’ve got another one in you?’ ‘Yeah.’ Andi kept going, eyes slipping shut. ‘I can . . . fuck! Shit . . . I need to . . .’ He hesitated, face feeling hot. ‘I need to pee.’ ‘I see. Tell you what. When you come, you can pee.’ ‘Mmh . . . Yes, sir.’ Andi stroked himself faster, getting closer and closer. ‘Ronan . . . Ronan, I’m gonna come again!’ ‘Mm, go ahead. Let me hear you. I’m so close, I’m gonna come, too. Wish I could come in your mouth. All over your face.’ That was all it took, and Andi gave a loud shout as he came a third time. He was forced to stop touching himself, as he was too sensitive to continue, and then he pissed again, letting out a moan of relief. On the other end of the line, he heard Ronan swear, and groan, voice gaining in pitch as he finally came. Andi loved listening to Ronan coming. He loved listening to Ronan, period. ‘How are you feeling?’ asked Ronan softly. ‘Good. I feel . . .’ Andi gave a breathless laugh. ‘I feel good. Thanks. Fuck . . .’ Ronan laughed as well. ‘You always sound so good, boy. Can’t wait to see you again.’ ‘You’re still coming next weekend, right?’ ‘Of course I am. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Andi. You won’t be able to walk.’ Andi whimpered. If he gave himself a few minutes, he’d be ready for another three or four orgasms, he was sure of it. His libido had already been high pre-T. Testosterone did not serve to soften it. Still, best not push his luck. As much as he loved and accepted Ronan’s discipline, there could be too much of a good thing. He cleared his throat. ‘Can’t wait.’ ‘I don’t want you to touch yourself until then, boy. Is that clear?’ Andi gave another soft whimper. ‘Yes . . . yes, sir.’ ‘Good boy. I’ll see you soon enough.’ ‘Yeah. See ya. Thank you, sir.’ They hung up, and Andi stepped back into the shower for another rinse.

So this is a little scifi setting I've been mulling around the past month or so. This is one of two projects. One is yet to be posted and an actual piece of fiction. This is an interactive story done in a disco channel so while it does have the length it's a little rough but thoroughly enjoyable thus far. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjsemNhze7U Allow me to set the scene, to paint the canvas through which we will accompany our poor heroine. A small piece of music to help illustrate my vision of a corporate neon future. The San Angeles Metroplex or more commonly known as SANAM City. The remnants of the western North American Seaboard reformed on the temperate coast after the event... Everyone knows the event, it the world a chance to start over for better or worse. At a time during which the Earth's poles were reversing leaving the magnetosphere at a mere fraction of it’s strength the sun’s activity spiked. A devastating coronal mass ejection event started it all. Satellite’s circuitry fused in an instant, even the most hardened of communication systems ground to a halt with the interference generated by the petawatts of energy released upon the earth. High voltage transmission lines that made everyday living and the technology we relied on blew when the transformers melted, substations detonated from the ambient currents rippling through the atmosphere. Drives in all but the luckiest or most shielded locations were erased in a flash. The solar activity persisted and the power… stayed off. Governments crumbled, populations evaporated but as we are a tenacious species we carried on despite the adversity. The prevalence of nuclear reactors in the midwest and east coast left much of north america uninhabitable and a combination of factors made those who survived flock to the west coast. A temperate climate, the vast Pacific ocean, fertile farm ground and of course a lack of skin searing radiation which is a bonus. What little power structure survived was in the form of multinational corporations. Slowly they assumed control, provided stability, order. It wasn’t perfect but it was something. But enough of that history lesson. Some people don’t even believe that’s what really happened. With such limited electronic records from the time numerous wild conspiracy theories fill the net. Crime, drugs, technology and a thin facade of corporate order holding it all together. Welcome to Sanam city. Flashy advertisements line the streets projecting holo images. Far above ground level the ultralux jet about in their aircars looking down on those below stuck using wheeled transportation. Cybernetic implants enhance everyday life helping with every task imaginable. The sky is the limit when it comes to augmentation and if you can dream it up and have the credit for it… Therein came the problem. As with any foreign object certain precautions had to be taken to ensure the body’s white blood cells don’t attack and reject it. The latest iteration from PharmaTek of their ubiquitous acceptance cocktail Serum5 has been all the rage. Used in surgery it is combined with a potent anesthetic which makes it a favorite to smoke as well often sold by less than scrupulous doctors on the side looking for a little bit of extra cash. What nobody was expecting was the drastic side effects that accompanied the new revision. It wreaked havoc with the parasympathetic nervous system but only with those who had a XX chromosome pairing. The effects were almost instantaneous. Females everywhere began to experience the symptoms. Increased appetites, lacrimation, drooling and worst of all what looked like an inexplicable onset of incontinence like effects stemming from much more sensitive sphincter muscles. Nobody knew how to deal with it and information was scarce. PharmaTek slicers worked round the clock to expunge any questions confused and concerned women raised on the net. Doctors were paid off to look the other way and attribute such incidents up to stress but it was growing too big to cover up. With no fix insight and dollar signs in their eyes a pivot was made. After the first month past and the effects have spread to most if not all of the female population. Feminine incontinence wear sprang up practically overnight. Adverts and product campaigns in an effort to normalize and profit off of their own screwup. PharmaTek still hasn’t owned what it has done but profits are higher than ever now with it’s subdivisions devoting entire production lines to incontinence wear. Two months have passed since Serum5 hit the streets and the troubling issues brought with it are still fresh in everyone’s mind. Not everyone is accepting their fate laying down! Some still strive towards a cure to the sudden onset of symptoms but others resigned themselves to a life of ‘protection’. A song played in the early hours of the morning. The greenish hue of the fading Aurora Centralis besieged by the distant rising sun. “Just five more minutes.” a groggy voice calls out from underneath a set of expensive silken sheets. “Ms Blackstar, it is unsanitary to sleep in your own urine. This is the third night in a row you have urinated in your bedding. I advise an appointment with the company clinic. I scheduled an appointment for thursday of this week.” the ‘helpful’ computerized assistant spoke. “and I would advise using the restroom before bed.” it said almost as if it was mocking her. Her cheeks turned red as she slowly woke up. It was right… the clammy cool feeling of soaked sheets clung to her skin. “Nnnngggg not again!” she growled, wrinkling her nose at the smell of piss. She’d have to do laundry again. “Just… cancel the appointment and deactivate.” she said, obviously in no mood to be discussing her problem. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed her scowl only deepened seeing the huge damp splotch covering her bottom sheet and having soaked her pajamas. She pinched the bridge of her nose before her fingers in frustration before forcing herself to trudge to the bathroom. A shower would help, she’d have to strip the sheets again. This was getting real old… the past month had been chaos. Women under her command calling out sick having unfortunate… accidents and even having more than a few close calls herself including one afternoon in the office where after a mad scramble towards the restroom she’d ended up just yanking her skirt up and pissing through her panties. Everyone just said it was ‘something going around’ but what kind of cold did this? She’d seen one of the company doctors but he fed her some line of bullshit. Sounded like he was reading a script, told her to make sure she got some rest maybe take some time off. It didn’t sit right with her and now it seemed to be getting worse. She was wetting her bed again! A PrivSec agent should not being doing that… no less a PrivSec field commander! What kind of person wanted to hire security from someone who couldn’t stop wetting themselves… or worse? A hot shower helped ease her mind, it always did. Her morning routine fell into place with a few extra additions to accommodate her little bedwetting incident. A brush through her long black hair, a faint dusting of makeup followed by her sharp grey suit. It wasn’t her field outfit but she could change into that later if necessary. Most corporate jobs had been little more than babysitting lately which… with all the issues she was facing wasn’t exactly a bad thing. The door to her more than modest apartment opened and shut behind her as she exited towards the carpark. Even the low level grunts at PrivSec were payed relatively well. It wasn’t a bad outfit to work for if you didn’t mind turning blind eye on occasion to some of the less than moral contracts. Her implants hummed away taking care of minor tasks like opening her car door and making sure her apartment’s security system was armed. Unlike much of the tech on the street her implants were all top notch, designed not to stand out, not to raise attention. At first glance one would never even notice she was auged except for the faint glowing ring her pupils. Another benefit of being employed by PrivSec, implants related to your job function were provided at a heavy discount and doctor’s services were waived as long as it was installed inhouse. An executive black sedan waited for her. Living in a better part of SANAM city meant most of the other vehicles around hers were similar but all it took was driving a couple of miles in the wrong direction and the rolling scrap heaps people called cars would surround her vehicle. The coffee warmed her throat as she greedily sucked it down taking a seat on the fine leather. Sunlight was just starting to wash over the sprawling city, not that it was ever really dark anymore. Not with the aurora and the constant advertisements. The car’s engine fired to life with the raucous bark of a powerful cold start before falling into a smooth rumble. Before she could set off an advertisement chimed in through the av unit the holographic image of what could only be described as a child’s diaper appearing. “Now available to women everywhere the revolutionary Huggies Titan with color changing indic...” the advert went on before she bellowed angrily. “Turn that shit off!” she spat. People weren’t actually buying this garbage were they? She could feel the satin grasp of the panties she wore underneath her suit and blushed at the thought of wearing something so ridiculous. With an angry stab of the throttle she set off into the city’s early morning bustle. She continued to sip her coffee and catch up on the news as she drove moving from light to light. She liked to get to the office early. That gave her a chance to pick her assignment before other field commanders might choose a contract she wanted. She was getting close to the office, an uneventful drive thus far. Traffic had been heavier than normal but not too bad. She’d still be on time but… something caught the corner of her eye. Out the side window down a littered alley she spotted two bangers. Two hoods to whatever local gang was around working over some guy pretty good. A man and a woman both wearing a black hoodie with some neon colors on the back. “Low life parasites...” she sneered, her hand moving towards the large sidearm holstered under her suit jacket. She gave a sidelong glance at the time in her ocular implant. She could stop this, save that poor guy do a small act of good in a city that so often lacked it but… if she got out and approached those two punks who knows how long it could take or how risky it could be to approach them. What if they had backup? Most days she would have just driven by barely sparing a glance. Maybe it was everything that had been going on giving her a little bit of perspective but fed up as she was she wasn’t about to let this shit just happen. “Fuck it.” she glanced at the time, it would be cutting it close but… an outlet for her frustrations sounded just like what she needed. The door opened and with a hiss and the driver behind her layed on the horn to which she responded with a steely glare and a flash of her middle finger. The car’s door shut behind her and the automated driver took over shuttling the vehicle out of the roadway while she took care of business per se. The simplest way to clock a concealed weapon but not always the most accurate, a quick thermal scan. A quick change of her vision mode to thermal. The woman was wearing a pair of brass knuckles and from the rough outline the man looked to have a small firearm tucked into his waistband. Probably some piece of shit polymer printed illegal knockoff. The yellows and reds faded from her vision as she returned to normal sight. “Hey!” she barked at them already drawing the large caliber handgun from underneath her shoulder. Her other hand already flashing her PrivSec badge as she approached. A PrivSec agent was not someone you wanted to run up against. The two paused kicking the brutalized man and for a moment there was a calm in the alley punctuated by a groan of pain. At 5’10” Emelie Blackstar wasn’t exactly a small woman and in the small heels she wore around the office she crested six feet tall. The two seemed unimpressed by her stature or her badge and the young girl maybe early twenties spoke up first. “Oh come up we’re just showing our friend what happens when you mess with us.” she said. Her mouth was hidden underneath a bandana but she sounded like she was grinning, the smug little bitch. “Yeah, this ain’t some corpoRAT security detail so why don’t you fuck off.” her partner in crime spat with a laugh. The pair had balls but that wasn’t liable to count for much with a piece of serious hardware leveled at you. “Why don’t you go put on a show for some ultralux, whore.” the girl mocked. Her brightly dyed blue hair framed her face falling out from under her hood. Emelie just wanted to knock her teeth in. So far she had shown restraint but these two… her finger twitched moving from the trigger guard to the trigger. As his accomplice spoke he made his move reaching for his concealed weapon. He never even managed to draw it from his waistband before she fired the first shot. A deafening crack echoed in the alley, her aural implants attenuating the sound protecting her hearing. Another crack as she fired a second time, each crack of gunfire accompanied by the satisfying metal snap of the slide racking back ejecting the spent cartridge. Five shots directly center mass splattering the ground behind him with a red mist. He slumped over instantly. The woman’s eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw the agent storming towards her gun still in hand. “You should have listened to me. Your little friend here was about to come at me with an illegal piece. Now you’ll be on the hook for murder.” she said with a smirk as she grabbed the woman by the collar and shoved her against back against the wall. “N...no please… please just… just let me go.” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes jamming the hot muzzle of her gun straight against the woman’s throat. A small mercy she was wearing a bandanna but that would be the least of her problems should she decide to pull the trigger. She pinned her against the wall with her forearm using her hand to yank down the bandanna getting a good look at her face analyzing the expression. “Genuine remorse...” she said as she loosened her grip finally hearing the sound of running water. It was faint but noticeable with her enhanced hearing. She let her go taking a step back. “You… no… don’t tell me...” giving a look of disgust at the distraught girl glancing down expecting to see a growing wet splotch rushing down her ripped at the knee jeans but nothing… Something clicked in her mind. That damned advertisement she’d heard earlier. A quick flash back to thermal vision showed her everything she needed to know. The glowing yellow radiant heat all around her groin. “Show some backbone, christ are you actually wearing one of those… things?” she couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. “And stop crying!” she snapped at her waving her gun nonchalantly. “I… I can’t stop!” she said defensively, wiping her eyes. “and… and I didn’t even feel it.” the girl mumbled averting her gaze. The agent was disgusted but at the same time morbidly curious. “Let me see it.” she found herself saying. The woman blushed furiously, as if admitting to having pissed herself was embarrassing enough now this deranged woman wanted to see… her… diaper? “You can’t be serious!” she balked. “Just fucking do it and then get your ass out of here. I don’t want to waste anymore ammo today.” she threatened. The color drained from her face and her hands fumbled with her pants quickly yanking them down mid thigh exposing the sodden garment. It was just like that damn advert had described. Thick, swollen with urine the cutesy prints faded when she’d wet it. “Get out of my sight.” she said coldly, jamming the firearm back into her holster. Tapping her finger to her ear for a moment walking towards the end of the alley leaving the surreal scene behind her. She combed her fingers through her hair as the operator came on through her implant. “No… the emergency is passed.” she said to the emergency dispatch. “No… just… listen. PrivSec agent ID 37489 just send an officer down. Some little shit came at me with a piece of knockoff tech… No I won’t wait at the scene. Yes, whatever just send the paperwork to the office.” she said tersely ending the call. Walking along the sidewalk leaving the alley she called her car remotely tracking its crawl through traffic as it homed in on her location. She winced, feeling that familiar pang of growing urgency. That coffee… she should have known it would go right through her. She took a deep breath and pinched her thighs together before pressing on ignoring the sensation. “Damn autodrive… could it have found a farther parking spot!” she groused still waiting for her car to appear in the seemingly endless flow of traffic. Finally after another few minutes it slowly pulled up along side her as she strolled casually through the dingy streets gratefully getting into the passenger door when it slid open. “Get me to the office.” she said taking a somewhat stiff sitting posture, tapping her foot against the carpeting. “Uhg, I’m going to be late I knew I should have kept going.” she complained. Truthfully she would only be perhaps five minutes or so late but she had a feeling the better assignments would already be taken by the time she arrived. The rest of the drive was fortunately less eventful and though she resisted the urge to jam her hand between her legs thinking herself better than that she certainly wanted to. There it was, finally; the PrivSec building. A massive obsidian obelisk in a sea of concrete and glass superstructures. The car could park itself allowing her to take a deep breath and depart. She walked quickly into the looming building passing through the requisite security checkpoints verifying both biometric and implant locks along the way. She could feel her muscles quivering as she stood in the elevator forcing herself not to squirm. The very muscles threatening to send a torrential downpour straight into her uniform. Finally the bell chimed and her floor was revealed through the maglevetator. She let out a sigh of relief and departed heading straight towards the restroom. Approaching her from the other side of the hall was a man clad in a pinstriped black suit. Her stomach dropped, it was her boss… “You’re late Blackstar.” his gravely voice called out. He was holding a folder in his hands… was he just fucking waiting for her? Hagar that little micromanaging prick! This was bad… what if he got off on some tangent and started lecturing her or what if he wanted to talk mission parameters… She just wanted to piss! Of course he was waiting for her today of all days. She groaned as he approached her feeling uncomfortably full. It was getting urgent but she’d be fine… she was simply feeling a little concerned and rightfully so with what had been happening lately. The worry came from the twitchy sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath and focused, forcing herself to stand up straight her professional shoes clacking against the floor as she closed the distance. “Just a little distraction on the way to the office… you know how it is.” she said dismissively; having decided to address him first before running off. Ignoring her boss… not a smart move. “Actually, I don’t. The police report came in. It’s waiting on your desk for a signature. If you want to be a hero do it on your own time.” he said. She raised her eyebrow folding her arms over her chest shifting from one foot to another. “Priority B mission.” he said thrusting the folder at her. That must have been why he was in a less than jovial mood. She took the folder holding it under her arm already slowly beginning to circle around him. Normally the two had a good working relationship and on a small handful of occasions met for a few drinks and some extra curricular activities. Given the rigid corporate environment sleeping with a subordinate was not exactly smiled upon. It gave her a little bit of leverage with him but she knew if she really tried to pull that card he would most certainly take her down with him. “Priority B? I’ll take a look at it in a minute.” she said already beginning to look away. He sighed “You know the rules, we’ve got to go over mission parameters. This is an ultralux heavy hitter.” he began. “I said in a minute okay so unless you want me pissing all over the floor meet me in my damn office in five minutes!” she snapped at him shooting him a dangerous look. That didn’t stop him from quietly snickering and raising his hands in defense. “Fine fine, five minutes.” he said, watching her walk. “Oh and get me a danish from the coffee room… no, two. I’m fucking famished.” she said rubbing her stomach. “Fuck…” she hissed under his breath clenching her fists as she quickly walked towards the bathroom. Fortunately he wasn’t in as bad of a mood as he let on, just stressed at getting a priority B mission. Her cursing might come up later but he usually let her slide except for the few times he mentioned it in her damn yearly review but that’s another story! Finally the bathroom was in sight. She had just been joking about pissing all over the floor but seeing the bathroom so close suddenly seemed to make the urge even stronger. Her bladder spasmed but she didn’t feel anything and with a burst of speed she darted forward throwing caution to the wind as she threw open the bathroom door and hurried inside. Small mercy it was empty. The door locked automatically behind her giving her the privacy to attend to her rather pressing needs. She tossed the file haphazardly onto the granite counter; her hands were already fumbling with the front of her pants as she bounced from foot to foot. The sight of the toilet right in front of her making the need to go even worse. In a swift motion she yanked down her pants accompanied by her panties letting her head lull back with a moan of relief that was shortly drown out by the gushing noisy hiss. Blissful relief and she’d made it not like the other week which still made her flush with embarrassment. Pissing through her panties as she sat on the toilet, her a grown woman of twenty-nine, a PrivSec agent no less! The coffee having stimulated another urge she gave a push and finished her morning evacuation with an unladylike series of noises. She frowned, the urge had come on so fast and the strange sensations. She was growing concerned. At first she had tried to chalk it up to coincidence… and the first doctor had told her it was just stress but these close calls and then her wet sheets. “Fuck...” she said when her eyes finally rested on the gusset of her panties. There was a telltale damp splotch and a faint wet streak that ran down the inseam of her pants. “Fuck!” she cursed again loudly slamming her fist against the wall. Tears started to well in her eyes. “What the fuck… why am I crying!” she howled even more angry than before. It took a few seconds to calm down, but she did. Wiping her eyes to stave off the unbidden tears and squirming when the bidet triggered she was ready to start her day. She approached the mirror, a news feed of various stories scrolling through down one side. The water turned on automatically and she washed her hands, meticulously drying them before straightening out her coat making sure she was composed once again. “Get it the fuck together.” She told her reflection grabbing the folder from the counter. Emelie marched out of the bathroom back towards her office, stomach growling with ravenous hunger. He was waiting for her sitting across from her desk and as requested with two pastries and another cup of coffee were waiting for her. He was holding one palm up a holographic image projecting up as he casually checked his mail whilst waiting for her. The projection faded as he heard her enter and he cleared his throat. “Good morning Em, I didn’t mean to be sharp with you it’s just well you know… priority B.” he began, flashing a charismatic smile. “Yeah yeah, just don’t make it a habit.” She teased tossing the folder onto her desk, lowering herself into her cushy office chair. “So this mission, what are doing doing?” she began, reaching for the folder as he implants synced with the holoprojectors mounted in her desk. He intercepted her movements first. Before she could open the file he put his hand on top, a look of concern on his face. “Before that…” he began somewhat hesitantly. “Are you… doing okay?” he asked. The gesture of sympathy caught her by surprise. Of course they had a close working relationship but in the office he had always kept her at an arm’s reach. Analyzing his facial expressions with her implant she looked him over for ulterior motives; concern, unease, apprehension… amusement followed by a long list of potential false positives. ‘Fucking asshole would be amused by the situation’ but perhaps that was a little harsh she thought. Likely he was doing the exact same thing, scanning her reaction. Fuck it was tempting, to just talk about what had been happening lately. It seemed he was genuinely concerned, her only worry was as her boss he might take anything she said to the medical department. “Look you don’t have to tell me anything… I just know a lot of weird stuff has been going on the past few weeks… not specifically with you I mean” He said using an innocuous euphemism. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant by weird stuff. She took a large bite out of one of the pastries mulling it over. He was the closest thing to a friend she had in PrivSec. It was weird, everyone seemed to at least on some level know that something was wrong… but no one was talking about it probably too embarrassed to be the first to say something. It was easier to just carry on and pretend everything was normal despite a few extra loads of laundry. Even the few times she did a quick search of the net there were no hits leaving her thinking she was the only one suffering such issues or it was just all in her head. The raven haired agent looked at him, washing down the pastry with a gulp of coffee She set the cup of aromatic caffeinated liquid down staring at it for a moment before returning her gaze to his. Narrowing her eyes she pointed at him “This doesn’t leave this room and so help me god if you laugh… I’ve already shot one person today.” She threatened with a menacing tone. He shook his head giving her a look “Who am I going to tell?” he casually brushed away her concerns. Emelie rubbed her face with her hands massaging her temples. “I’m doing… well not exactly bad but…” she began, pausing as her cheeks started to blush red with embarrassment. “Have you noticed all those stupid adverts from the PharmaTek subdivisions?” she said, seeming to suddenly nonsequitor to another topic. He gave her a confused look before it clicked. “Sort of… not really though. So much of those ads are targeted by implant id.” He said, having a vague idea of what she was talking about. “I thought it was crazy… I mean they look like baby diapers with those prints and everything. I thought what kind of self respecting woman would wear -that-.” She continued, slowly getting back to her point. “One of those bangers I ran into this morning. She was wearing one… totally pissed herself.” She said before he interjected. “Well… you did gun down her running partner in front of her with that hand cannon of yours.” He said with a chuckle which earned him a sharp look. “And I held it to her neck but that’s not the point. Sorry… I’m rambling a bit.” She said shaking her head using the momentary silence to take another bite of her pastry. “I started wetting the bed…” she finally forced herself to admit. “You… what?” he said blankly, blinking a few times. “You heard me dick, don’t make me repeat it!” She said feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. “Once last week… and now three nights in a row.” She elaborated with a sheepish tone. It was what he had asked about but hearing it actually come from her mouth just made it seem even more outlandish. His mouth hung open slightly. “I see.” He said pensively, quickly composing himself. “Yeah… and I’ve had a few close calls during the day.” She said, the concern evident in her voice. “This morning?” he asked. She shook her head. “Not quite, close but I could have held it. I just didn’t want to risk it.” “Understandable… it could be worse though.” He said which earned him another sharp look. “How…” she said bluntly. He scratched the perfectly trimmed stubble along his square cut jaw. “I’m not going to tell you her name but another of the block managers she shit herself. Right in the middle of the Weekly Operation report meeting.” He said bluntly. Her eyes widened. “No…” she said in disbelief. “Yes… she was just sitting there fiddling with her pen taking some notes and I see her just go white as a sheet and then I heard it… and smelled it. She was shocked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone run so fast out of one of those meetings.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s not funny!” she barked at him. “Sorry sorry.” He said defensively. “It’s not even just the bathroom issues… I’ve been so hungry lately!” she exclaimed, finishing the first pastry as if to reinforce what she’d said. “and the crying… uhg sometimes I can just feel tears starting for no reason. I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do if… this gets worse.” She confided with him. “and before you say anything I have seen a doctor. He said it was probably just stress. Which is bullshit and you know it. That’s just code for I have no idea.” She said with a wry laugh. “Now can I laugh?” he asked which brought a smile to her face. “I’ll allow it.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Well for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re alone with whatever is going on.” He said doing his best to be comforting. “That’s what I thought but… the few times I searched the net I couldn’t find anything but ads for Huggies and Pampers.” She said with an irritated shake of her head. “I mean… couldn’t they at least make them without those stupid cutesy prints!” she said. He gave her a confused look. “Nevermind…” she said embarrassed that she even knew what they looked like. “I also wanted to let you know you’ve got a mandatory physical eval today. I think it’s concerning what’s been going around all the women do. They started with the grunts earlier. I only heard about it today…” he said. She let out a pensive ‘hmm’ and opened up her messages on the holoprojector waving her hand to scroll through before seeing the invite. “Yeah… right here I’m scheduled for 9.” She said with a sigh taking another sip of coffee already eyeing her second pastry. “Thanks…” she said glancing away shyly. “But… if it’s all the same I’ve had enough talking about how I’m pissing my pants and let’s just brief me on mission details before my appointment.” Em said, getting down to business as she plucked a morsel of sweet dough from the delicious breakfast bread. “Right, of course.” He said, opening the folder revealing the papers contained within. “Client’s an ultralux which you probably already guessed.” He began, she nodded and let him continue as she worked on finishing breakfast. “Classic story, spoiled daughter gets it in her head that she wants some excitement, comes down ground level.” He covered spreading out the files on her desk. Pictures of the target, the client and her last known location. “Classic story indeed, can I guess how it ends?” she asked taking a good look at the pictures. “By all means.” He said with a gesture of his hand. “Goes to the club scenes, parties her brains out high of everything from Ozone to every Serum remix available and ends up locked in some guys basement. Now he’s trying to ransom her to daddy. How’d I do?” she asked looking up with a smirk. “Close, I’ll give you a B minus.” He joked. “First, ‘some guy’ happens to be Division Ruin. Serious players in the valley they run some serious combat grade hardware. DR management are ex higher ups from different arms manufacturers and second… we don’t think she knows she’s being ransomed. From what we can tell they’re treating her pretty good meaning…” he paused. “Once Daddy pays they’re just going to kill her.” She answered in his stead. “exactly… and third he’s an investor. So he’s given us a timetable and it’s how should we say… short.” He continued. Emelie frowned, she kicked herself for coming in late today. “On the upside Priority B means close air support if you request it and some pretty choice hardware if you want to go in loud. “I would say this kind of mission is begging for some creative infil, getting close to the higher ups and convince the target to walk right out but I don’t know that you have the time for that but… anyway like I said. Parameters are up to you, keep in mind we do have an asset in DR so try not to kill too many people. She sighed and nodded. “We’ll figure it out and get back Daddy’s little princess in one piece.” The two talked for an hour and change covering the layout of the surrounding area, strength and size of DR forces, security measures, equipment options, tactical approaches and everything else they could fit into the hour before her appointment. She ushered him out of her office so she could maybe get some answers about what was going on. The medical wing was decent walk away from her office. Wing was really more of an understatement as the PrivSec building also housed what amounted to a private hospital. “Examination room FF” she said aloud glancing over her shoulder as a bookish looking operative walked past her leaving one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hall her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. “Welcome Ms. Blackstar.” A chipper female voice called out as she opened the door and quickly shut it behind her. “Mm” she nodded. “Please, go ahead and fill out this questionnaire and then undress.” The shorter woman said. She seemed too happy for this kind of meeting probably just trying to be friendly but Emelie didn’t like her. “Right.” She responded curtly, having to remind herself that the doctor was just trying to help. Had she received any implants and been administered with the new Serum5, had she experienced any increase in appetite, increase in needing to use the restroom… and at the very bottom of the list bouts of incontinence… It was a clean sweep, a yes to every question though she felt the defensive need to clarify with the qualifiers to downplay the severity. “If I could just elaborate on some of these questions…” she asked but the woman shook her head offering a friendly smile. “Oh no that’s not necessary we appreciate your honesty and it only helps us help you!” she said taking the clipboard allowing the woman to undress. Wanting to finish as soon as possible she did as asked carefully setting her shoes aside before slipping out of her pants. Her jacket and shirt followed suit and soon she was standing there in just her light satin panties with an elegant trimming of lace along with a matching bra. “Oh, completely naked please.” The woman asked when she turned around now holding an instrument in her hand. “I’m going to sync with your implants to check your vitals if you’ll open your firewall to device ID 72fc444A.” she said continuing with that irritatingly chipper tone of voice. She sighed again thankful that the small leak from earlier had dried by now as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and tugged her panties down her long toned thighs. Unhooking her bra shortly thereafter she stood, entirely nude in front of the woman her impressive physique on display. “Go ahead Doc, you should be able to sync now.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. “Thank you, this shouldn’t take long.” She said humming to herself as she waved the device around looking at the screen and then poked and prodded at the woman’s body. “Odd…” she noted as she went about her work. “You haven’t felt drowsy or light headed lately?” she asked idly. “No… why?” Emelie asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Well your average resting heartrate has decreased by approximately 5 beats per minute to 49 or so. Exercising more?” She commented keeping as professional as ever. Emelie just shook her head and let the woman continue. Her impressive physique was enhanced by her implants. Lengthy fibrous metal cables ran the length of her spine and branched off into the major muscle groups in her arms, legs and even into her core. The Apollyon module implanted in the base of her spine helped enhance strength through muscle density and endurance by helping the body filter out lactic acid more quickly. With an elaborate suite of sensors it was also the module the doctor was currently accessing her vital information with. “Well you’re as fit as ever.” She said making a note on the medical device. The woman stood just barely above chest height eye to eye with Emelie’s generous c cup chest. “Let me just check.” She said to herself, setting the device down and reaching out practically jabbing her freezing cold fingers against the woman’s abdomen. Her stomach showed just the faintest hint of musculature underneath a layer of supple pale skin. She flinched, grunting in surprise at the sudden sensation of the woman’s fingers jabbing against her stomach and bladder. Even worse she could feel a spasm, a sudden tickle against her nethers and then a warm rivulet of liquid running down the back of her thigh. ‘Fuck!’ she thought to herself praying the woman didn’t notice. Discussing the issues was one thing but… dribbling down her legs in front of her… that was too much! “Nng” she let out an audible groan as the woman’s fingers dug in a little harder kneading around putting more pressure on her abdomen. “My apologies for any discomfort.” She said continuing to strain and pressure her lower muscles. Her bladder spasmed again and she felt another warm gush of urine run down her legs dribbling onto the floor. “Enough of that!” she exclaimed smacking at the woman’s hand, cheeks burning bright red at having just peed in front of her. It wasn’t much but still, she was mortified! “That should conclude my examination. Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Blackstar.” The woman said. “You may use the towel on the wall to clean up.” She said as if she had been expecting her to urinate all over herself. “You performed exceedingly well and I must say I’m jealous of how you held it together when I pressure your sphincter muscles.” She spoke as the blushing woman toweled legs off. “I’ll get down to brass tax. Though we have no definite information evidence points to a unique interplay between Serum5 and our female physiology. You’re not the only one experience these symptoms an increase in urge incontinence, increased appetite and a mix of others as I am sure you are aware. Oh before you redress…” she said, stopping her just as her panties began to crest her thighs. “I have a sample for you.” She said opening a drawer tugging out a small wrapped package. “The latest in discrete incon wear. The Poise Guardian pad or if you’d prefer I have more absorbent options.” She said still keeping that same chipper tone of voice that was really beginning to irritate her. She was tempted to slap the damn thing from her hand! She needed a medical solution not a diaper! “Are you fucking kidding me!?” she finally snapped. The smaller woman recoiled slightly but stood her ground. “I understand you are frustrated but this is only a temporary solution until a more permanent course of action is presented.” She asserted. “I’m a grown woman! I’m not a child! I don’t need to go fucking traipsing around in a diaper!” she fumed. “This is ridiculous!” she continued, having lost her temper. “This isn’t a diaper!” she protested. After her little eruption the two stood silently, Emelie weighing her options. It was official… she had a problem but this… it seemed so extreme. So she had a few close calls… did she really need to resort to… this? Accepting it just felt like admitting to her weakness but at the same time… it seemed like the smart choice.

Hi everyone this is my first time sharing a true wetting experience I had about a couple of months ago, I hope you enjoy it and feel free to share any stories of your own related to this one. So anyway, I was driving home from a theatre group I'm with and as I drive away I hold myself as I'd been needing to use the bathroom for a while but just hate using public bathrooms so I hold it which either ends up with me having a close call or in wet pants. As I'm driving I tell myself "I can make it." and "Gotta hold it a little longer." just hoping my bladder muscles don't give in as now I have both hands on the wheel it carries on like this for the rest of the journey but when I get home and turn off the engine my bladder decides that my car seat shall be the toilet and so I start to wet myself without any warning or any leaks first. I try fighting it first but with no luck so I just relax feeling every drop of pee flow out of me soaking my jeans and the car seat thank god none of it went on the floor. I sit there for a good couple of minutes after I finish my accident just taking in what just happened and enjoying the sensation of relief then I snap back into reality "I'm an adult who's just had an accident." I think to myself going a bit red in the face, luckily no one was home so I could hide my pee soaked jeans from my family. and just clean out my car the following day.

The sun began to shine through out the rain forest. through every twig, branch, leaf, and through out each and every birds home and nest. It was only moments until the entire rain forest was finally awake, and for all the birds to begin their usual daily routine. Even though Blu was still extremely tired, Blu managed to drag himself out of bed and attempt to get the day started. ''Well good morning sleepy head'' jewel had said while giving Blu a pat on the back. "good morning" said Blu mid yawn, while stretching. " hey, how did you get up so early with barely any sleep?" "me? more like you got barely any sleep." She wasn't too far from the truth. Blu's look said it all. The bags under his eye's, how all of his feathers were a complete mess, how his eye's kept trying to shut on him. It was obvious, he was dog tired.Blu had stayed up a great portion of the night still thinking about the diaper. no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't shake the thought. The colors, the tapes, the padding, everything and he still couldn't understand why he kept thinking about it. "Heh, well...yeah..I didn't get much sleep." "rough night huh?'' "(while groaning) yeah....." "well'', Jewel said while getting a little closer to Blu," If you help me get the kids up, I'll take the kids to my sisters for the day and you can get a little rest." " Thanks Jewel." Blue had managed to say with a weak smile. Before the two could even say another word, they heard their middle child, Carla, calling them. "Mom! Dad!, It happened again!" Both let out a heavy sigh, knowing what Carla had meant. The two flew up to Tiago's room to find an embarrassed little macaw, sitting in a soaked diaper and on the verge of tears. The flower design on the front had completely faded and what was once a large display of colors was now a bright yellow hew. "I-i-i didn't mean to!" Tiago had said with a tear beginning to run down his face. Jewel walked over and began comforting Tiago. "sshhhhh, it's okay" Jewel had said wile wiping away a tear. She then picked up the young macaw and carried him over to the changing table.when she had set Tiago down, the diaper had made a large squish turning Tiago´s face pink. "Can I help mom?'' said Carla bouncing with anticipation. This request made Tiago's face turn an even brighter shade of pink. Jewel noticed the young macaws embarrassment and denied Carla´s request in order to calm the young macaw down. "no, sweetie." "awww,but come on mom!" "no, now go make sure your older sister is up." Carla crossed her wings and did as she was told. Jewel began to release the tapes of the soaked diaper, unfolding it to see the drenched padding. She grabbed Tiagos feet and pulled him up until his behind was successfully off the diaper and in the air. She then pulled the diaper from under Tiago and effortlessly folded it up and threw the wet padding into a small garbage basket."Tiago, your gonna have to start trying harder if you ever want to fix this problem. me and your father can't keep doing this forever." Jewel then began to start taking out some baby wipes and began cleaning the young macaw. " I keep trying, b-but it never seems to work!" "We know your trying Tiago" said Blu, attempting to calm him, " But you need to try harder if your going to beat this.¨ It wasn´t long until the young macaw was all clean and rejoined his siblings for breakfast. ¨I don´t know what i´m gonna do with him.¨ Jewel had said with a sigh. Blu walked over and gave her a comforting hug. ¨Hey, it´s only a matter of time until this is over.¨ ¨Yeah well, hopefully sooner or later.¨ they both sat their in embrace for a few moments until Jewel gently pushed Blu away with a smirk. ¨And you´re changing him next time.¨ ¨aw come on, your better at it than me.¨ ¨and so will you be when you get more practice at it.¨ With a disappointed look, Blu agreed and the two joined their kids for breakfast. After they finished their breakfast, Blu and Jewel shared one last kiss before leaving with the kids to go visit her sister. After they left Blu walked back into his bedroom and collapsed on his bed. he thought back to the moment Tiago was in the wet diaper. How the padding was completely soaked with urine. how every time he moved, the diaper would make a loud squishing sound. how the once colorful flower design on both the front and back of the diaper was now completely faded under a bright yellow hew. And then the moment when Tiago was being changed came into his mind. how Jewel held and carried him over to the changing table. how she talked so softly and was so comforting to the young macaw. remembering this left Blu excited and confused. ¨why do I keep thinking about this stuff? It´s just a stupid diaper.¨ Blu got up and went into Tiago´s room. He opened up the dresser containing the plush and colorful padding and took one out. The padding felt even softer than the last time he had held it. ¨why am I so fixated on this?¨ Blu held and stared at the diaper for a few minutes. The thought and urge to wear the diaper had quickly begun to grow in the back of his mind. He didn´t know why, but he really felt like wearing and USING the diaper. He wanted to feel like he was just a little kid again. but Before any other thought´s could come into Blu´s mind, he quickly put the diaper away and closed the drawer. ¨I...must be tired, yeah..that´s it. I´m just tired.¨ Blu dismissed all remaining thoughts about the crinkly padding and went back to bed. However, deep in the back of Blu´s mind, he knew that his tiredness had nothing to do with the way he was feeling. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I just wanna say i´m sorry that this has taken me so long to make. Finals this past week has been kind of hectic and has had me feeling really tired lately. But on that note, I´m back! and there are a lot more chapters in store for this story. Please comment, every little tip helps me with the story and my grammar in general ^.^

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