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  1. Version 1.0.0

    At long last, all ten of Stephanie's stories from the Toilet Stool forum are illustrated and available together for one low price. For individual descriptions and such, please visit their individual pages on this site and the one the tales originate from. They all are about a young woman named Stephanie, who would stubbornly hold it while growing up - mostly out of shyness - and ended up having so many accidents that she came to enjoy the feeling of being desperate for the toilet and loosing control of her basic bodily functions. There are some stories among this collection that feature poop and messing, and those sections each begin with a page depicting a brown cartoon poop with an exclamation(!) point inside as a warning. You get a wide variety of anecdotes from Stephanie - a few laugh wettings, intentional holds that end unexpectedly, a sneeze wetting and desperate scenarios at camp, graduation and being stuck in traffic! Each folder contains 175 pages, matching except for one contains the full size scans and the other has scaled down copies for easier reading. The high-resolution folder also has the stories in their original order - the low-resolution versions are ordered according to the time they were illustrated, saving the most recent "Traffic Jam" comic as the grand finale. This file will also be updated to include bonus features in the near future, which will not require any re-purchasing, so check back often to see if a fresh file has been uploaded... The texts for these 10 stories can be found on the following web pages; look for the posts from user 'Stephanie', some take more scrolling than others: https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbyf.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbyj.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbyl.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbyo.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbyu.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbyz.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbzc.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbzk.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbzo.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbzt.htm

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  2. 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.
  3. 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
  4. I would like your thoughts if I may peeps!! Basically, the question is this: Why, when desperate and in a situation whereby a bathroom is not readily available, will most girls try to hide their plight and 'suffer in silence'. Feel free to disagree, but that is my line of thinking as I don't know of any girls myself that would admit to having a seriously full bladder. Some would, I know, but most; I think at least, wouldn't. So, what do you think?
  5. 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
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    Brand new Jade Sharila "voyeur" video about girls who have wetting accidents at the massage parlor. Contains 9 naked wetting and 3 panty wetting scenes, with some petting and masturbation. Edit: uploaded the missing scene, now it's complete.

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  7. 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.
  8. a lot like my last one, but with a bit less desperation tracer pops out of a mission for a sorely needed bathroom break she accidentally farts trying to push out a bit more... not realizing she's still on active voice contact with mercy nudity involved omoop3vr2.mp4
  9. 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.
  10. 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.
  11. 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?
  12. Going on holiday to Cyprus was supposed to be so much fun! My friends, Alice and Barbara had talked me into the idea, but I had my doubts from the start. "Come on Janice, why don't you join us on holiday before we all go off to university! It will be great - promise you!" The first day was quite nice, exploring the coast, and lazing in the warm sun, but I found the evening hell! To be honest, I guess I was just not very good at mixing with people, and I really couldn't bear the idea of getting disgustingly drunk! That first night we all three went into Paphos town and ended up at a big, noisy disco-bar. We all had a drink, and stood around looking at the other people - well the boys for the most part. Barbara was blond and incredibly good looking. She had come in a skimpy skirt, and was being invited out to dance by a local lad almost immediately. Alice just laughed, "Come on Janice, have another drink, we won't see Barb again for a bit!" "No, I don't really want another drink so soon - you know I don't drink much." Alice went off to get another drink for herself, and my heart began to sink. I'd not really brought any clothes for a place like this - and anyway, I was overweight and plain, and I knew fancy clothes would not fix that. I had just come out in a thin jumper and jeans. Alice wasn't as pretty as Barbara. She wasn't naturally blond, but even so, I had no doubt she would be out there dancing before too long. I went and got myself an orange juice, just really to have something to do - I felt incredibly out of place in that bar. I was only away for a moment. "Jan - I have just met a rather nice boy, and I'm just going to have a couple of dances with him - I'll be back in a few minutes!" With that, I was left standing drinking my orange juice, trying to stop tears welling up in my eyes. A few minutes later, I sneaked out and walked along the beach front. Some people were already drunk even though it was only about nine in the evening. I kept walking until I reached a little headland. I had the sand completely to myself, and it was still warm enough to sit and listen to the waves breaking on the shore. The moon had come up, and I felt quite romantic, in a very melancholy sort of way. I didn't want to get really maudlin, so I tried to cheer myself up with a rather naughty thought. Although nobody back at the bar had got really drunk by the time I left, I knew that things would get pretty wild later, and some of the girls would end up wetting themselves and throwing up. I could not bear the thought of people throwing up, but secretly, the idea of wetting myself had always seemed kind of fun. I used to do it secretly at home if I had the house to myself for long enough, but I was beginning to wonder if I could get away with wetting myself in public out here - just walking back afterwards, pretending to be drunk. I looked around to make sure nobody was coming. I'd have to get off the sand and sit on a rock - otherwise I'd end up covered in wet sand! Was this really such a good idea - suppose Barbara or Alice found my wet jeans - they knew I wouldn't be drunk! I'd just decided not to be so silly, when a sudden wave of determination swept over me. I wasn't going to meet a man, and there was only one bit of fun available for me! I stood up, took a furtive look round, and did a huge gusher in my jeans! God it naughty to do that, but I enjoyed every warm dirty moment of it. Walking back was not going to be easy, so I decided to sit on the rock a bit longer, listening to the waves, and the distant sounds from the town. Suddenly, I heard voices! A couple were walking round the headland. The man took a quick look at me, "Hi love - had a bit too much to drink, I see!" I cringed as he laughed, and said nothing. I just wanted to get away, but I decided to wait a moment to let them move on a bit. My heart was pounding, and I felt really awful now. Before I could move, another man on his own came round the same headland. I cringed inwardly, and waited for the inevitable sarcasm. "Oh hi - its beautiful out here on the beach with nobody else around, isn't it!" He was quite tall, with black hair and a shirt open at the neck, and he was walking over towards me. For a moment, I thought of running away. "Yes - my friends took me to the bar over there, but it was a bit too loud and brash for me." "Me too - I prefer to be alone out here and look at the stars - not that I can see many with that big bright moon!" I was incredibly self conscious about the state of my jeans, and I nearly turned and ran, but he was so polite! "By the way, I'm Gavin. Look, tell me if I'm intruding - maybe you just want to be alone." "Er, its not that, but I really need to get back and change!" Gavin chuckled slightly, but he was smiling in a nice sort of way, so I didn't run. "I'm Janice, and its been great meeting you, but I really need to go!" As I turned to leave, I heard Gavin say, "I'll be here at around 6 tomorrow evening - so if you find yourself with nothing to do, just come and say hello!" As I walked back, I couldn't remember if I had even replied to Gavin - it had been so sudden! I couldn't imagine what he wanted with me, and the whole thing was probably just an elaborate joke. I rinsed out my jeans, had a shower, and got into bed. I was half excited, and also upset. It took ages to get to sleep, and I woke up when Alice turned up. I pretended to be still asleep, as she fell about the room rather noisily. At one point she looked over at me, "I don't know what to do with you, Janice!" I shrank inwardly - very glad I was 'officially' asleep! By next day, I was certain that I'd somehow not understood Gavin properly - maybe he was gay, or trying to lure me into a time-share agreement, or even prostitution! On second thoughts, I decided it couldn't be that last possibility! Even so, I peeled off from the other two towards the end of the afternoon, and raced back to the room to change. I couldn't live the rest of my life thinking what if. What did I have to change into? I had only really brought jeans to wear, and all my knickers were the the thick sensible cotton variety. I'd never felt like buying the sexy type when only I would see them, and anyway, cotton knickers were nice to wet in - they went beautifully squishy, and clung to me in a kind of sexy way. For a moment, I thought about 'borrowing' something from Alice, but I'd feel so embarrassed explaining to her why I had needed them! Anyway, even if Gavin did turn up, he would be too busy selling me time-share, or whatever, to even see my knickers. I got back to the headland slightly early. There were still people there, but they were starting to pack up ready for the evening entertainment. Whatever happened, at least I would not have to visit that horrible disco place again. I had put on some quite sturdy shoes, so that when Gavin failed to turn up, I could go for a long walk on my own. Gavin was already there - sitting on a rock! This didn't seem real - he was taller and more powerful looking than most of the men there! He couldn't possibly want to meet up with me! "Oh hi, Janice, its wonderful to see you again!" We started to walk round the headland away from the crowd. I was tongue-tied and stuck for something to say. "How about if we walk along the shore for a bit, and then go and get something to eat. I don't really like those loud places in the middle of town, but I know a quiet restaurant a few minutes further inland." That sounded fine to me. I had been such a bag of nerves, that eating was the last thing on my mind, but somehow Gavin was relaxing me, and I realised that being out all day, had left me quite hungry. After a few minutes Gavin cut inland and found a small Italian pizza place. "No Gavin, don't get a whole bottle of wine, I don't drink much, I'd just like one glass of wine, please!" We ordered a veggie pizza and two glasses of wine. Gavin let his hand accidentally touch mine, and I went all tingly. "Hmm - just as I thought - you weren't really drunk last night, were you!" My face flushed red hot, and I was almost stammering. "I'm sorry, I thought perhaps you hadn't noticed - especially when you asked me out!" Gavin moved his huge paw over my hand and chuckled in his special way. "Of course, I noticed - you looked absolutely charming!" For a moment Gavin actually looked uncertain about what to say next. When he spoke, it was just a whisper. "I guessed you must have wet yourself deliberately which was awfully sweet, you know!" Gavin was actually blushing, and I can't even imagine what I looked like. I took another bite of my pizza while I thought what to say, then I picked up my glass - somehow I had drained the whole lot without thinking! "Um, maybe just this once I need a second glass - but let me pay!" Gavin called the waiter over and ordered two more glasses of wine, and also some mineral water. "We don't want to get too dehydrated, do we?" We got out of the restaurant, nicely full of pizza, and fairly, well, relaxed. At least, I was certainly relaxed! I was not really up to any more serious walking, but Gavin steered us back towards the rocks. I felt incredibly gauche at this kind of game, but somehow, I felt that even if the night went wrong, I'd treasure the memory for ever. I was also pretty sure that after I had said goodnight to Gavin, I'd have another wetting on my way back to the room, I really needed a pee .... but it didn't quite turn out like that! Gavin put his powerful arm round me as we walked. "If I'm right about what happened last night, maybe you would like to do it again, just for me!" "You mean, in my jeans with you watching!" Gavin said nothing, but just picked me up and sat me on his knee! God, he was strong - to him I was as light as a feather! "I thought maybe like this - if I don't scare you, of course!" I couldn't really think clearly, and I just started giggling hysterically. "Of course I am scared of you, but if I ... well, wet myself .... right here, I might do too much and really soak you!" Gavin chuckled again. "And if you really soak me like that, there is a real danger I shall start kissing you!" I giggled again, but somehow snuggled further into his lap. I still only meant to do a little drop - just enough for Gavin to see on my jeans, but I was a bit drunk, and somehow Gavin squeezed me just at the wrong moment! I just seemed to turn liquid below the waist! I'd often imagined what my first real kiss would be like. Nothing prepared me for this. One moment we were two polite people sitting talking to each other rather shyly, the next, absolutely everything was wet and intimate! Our mouths were wet, we were wet lower down, and Gavin's hands seemed to be working hard to spread my wetness everywhere in between. Somehow we made it back without too many comments from the crowds of people in the street. I guessed that Gavin's obvious strength might have something to do with that. We stopped at my place briefly so I could collect a few things for the night and scribble a quick note to Alice and Barbara - then we were off to Gavin's place. We seemed to get down to our underclothes almost as we got through the door. I was still a bit scared that Gavin wouldn't like me in the full glare of electric light, but he left the light off - just letting the moonlight shine on us. "Sorry about the panties - I wasn't quite expecting this!" "They look exquisitely wet to me, but I'll help you take them off if you like!" Then he was kissing my legs. I knew they were pee-wet, and I was embarrassed as hell. Further up I knew I must really smell of pee, and I was sticky wet as well. I didn't really know whether it was OK to be like that - I'd never been even close to this situation before. Even so, there was no way I would try to stop Gavin now. His tongue went right into me! God, I was so wet and slippery down there, and he just pushed deeper and deeper as I ground against his face! There was much more - all of it totally incredible - until we collapsed on the bed and actually slept for a bit! We bumped into Alice and Barbara as we set off to the beach late the following morning. I could see Alice's eyes open as she took in Gavin - she almost looked stunned. I had my arm round him. He was mine, and I felt incredibly proud - I knew it was going to be a wonderful holiday!
  13. (Continued from Eli Chapter One) https://omorashi.org/story/402/entry-885-chapter-one-a-loving-sister/ Emily sat bottom half naked on a pile of towels as the doctor washed her after her accident. She then dried herself with towel and was given a pair of light grey tracksuit bottoms. There was no underwear available so Emily would have to go commando. Her urine soaked panties were disposed of in a bin and her jeans were put in a plastic bag for her to take home and wash. The doctor had dismissed her and sent her home, but Aunt Julie wanted to stop at the supermarket to buy some diapers for Emily. "Sweetheart, everything will be okay." Aunt Julie told Emily who was sitting in the passenger seat of the car with her head down in shame. "Remember what the doctor said, they make products that look exactly like underwear for girls your age. Nobody is going to notice". She smiled at Emily. Emily looked over and tried to smile back but was still feeling down. She was paranoid about the possibility of people seeing her in jeans when she arrived at the doctors and leaving in tracksuit bottoms. She sat there trying to stretch her legs outwards and prevent the line down the middle of the tracksuit bottoms from rubbing against her sensitive areas as that might cause another accident. The car pulled up in the car park and the two of them got out. Once they were in the supermarket, Aunt Julie grabbed a cart and started looking around the sections and Emily slowly wandered behind. "What if somebody sees me?" Emily whispered. "Who's going to see you? You don't know anybody in this town." chuckled Aunt Julie. "Yeah I guess you're right." sighed Emily. Aunt Julie then stopped to talk to a worker. "Excuse me miss but where are the..." she then whispered in the worker's ear. "Three aisles along." the worker replied quietly. "Thank you." said Aunt Julie. "What did you ask her?" said Emily. "I told her I had a weak bladder and needed the special ladies products." replied Aunt Julie. Emily then giggled. "Ah, here we go!" said Aunt Julie. Emily and Aunt Julie entered the female health/bodycare section. Emily became very anxious by this point and just kept her eyes fixed on her Aunt. Aunt Julie looked around for a second and then wandered over to the diapers. "Now don't be embarrassed, Emily. Remember what the doctor said. Getting worked up is what causes your accidents." she said. Emily froze on the spot and went completely silent. She began to blush bright red. "Now come on let's find something that's the right size for you, and something discreet." said Aunt Julie as he knelt down on the floor to browse the lower shelves. "Okay, just stay calm" Emily kept telling herself "If I make a scene I'll only draw attention to myself, if I stay nobody then maybe nobody will notice". Emily tried to stay calm but then became anxious that somebody might see them. She looked over and there was a boy staring right at her! What was more awkward was that he looked about her age and she found him to be quite hot. The boy then instantly stopped staring at Emily and quickly looked down at his feet. Emily then became very embarrassed so she undid her twintails and pulled her hair over her face to hide herself. She looked down at her Aunt still crouching by the lower shelves. Aunt Julie then picked up a packet of Always Discreet and held them right out in plain sight for Emily to look at. "These might do." she said. "They look just like the underwear you would like, shall we give them a try?" "What the fuck is Aunt Julie thinking? There's this hot guy right over there looking at me and she's holding a packet of fucking nappies for the world to see and asking ME if I'm going to try them?" Emily thought. "Yes, yes okay let's go." Emily whispered quickly. She then grabbed Aunt Julie's hand and pulled her out of the aisle. Emily tried to run while pulling her Aunt behind her. "Emily, what's the matter?" asked Aunt Julie very puzzled as to what was going on. "Did you not see the guy looking?" asked Emily angrily. "I'm 17 years old and I don't want you waving a packet of fucking nappies in front of boys and asking me to try them on." "Oh god I'm so sorry, Emily." said Aunt Julie beginning to feel horrible. She gave her a hug and stroked her hair. "I don't know what I was thinking please forgive me." Emily still feeling angry and embarrassed didn't answer. Aunt Julie went off to the checkout with the Always Discreet diapers. Emily was starting to panic again. She hid her face away in her hair again. The young girl at the checkout who only looked a bit older than Emily put the diapers through the scanner but the scan wouldn't complete. She tried over and over but the scan wouldn't complete. She then called out to someone at the next checkout. "Can someone help me scan this item? A pack of..." she looked down to the read the name on the pack "Always Discreet Protective Underwear." Some people looked over at Emily and Aunt Julie. Emily was going into a panic. Suddenly a drop of urine leaked out of her. She wasn't sure how much longer she was going to be able to hold it in. She put her hands into her crotch to hide the now visible wet spot on her light grey tracksuit bottoms. Another worker came over and was able to help complete the scan. Aunt Julie paid the checkout girl and was given a bag with the diapers. She and Emily went back to the car. When Aunt Julie and Emily were about ten minutes from the house, Emily knew she couldn't hold it in anymore after a small spurt leaked out leaving a totally noticeable wet patch on her tracksuit bottoms. "Aunt Julie." said Emily in a scared tone. "I NEED A WEE." she said starting to sound like she was about to cry. "Oh shit, quick grab the underwear it's the only way to stop you having an accident." said Aunt Julie also starting to panic. Emily reached into the backseat to grab the pack of Always Discreet. She ripped it open, pulled out a pair and tried to pull her tracksuit bottoms off. "Quick!" yelled Aunt Julie. Emily then put the diaper on just in time before her bladder gave up and started flooding torrents of urine. The hissing was so loud you could hear it over the radio and the front of the diaper swelled up like a balloon. Emily eventually finished urinating and her diaper was at bursting point. "Oh thank god." she thought jumping back in the seat. But this pressure caused some of the yet to absorb urine to splash out the leg hole and wet the seat slightly. "Oh fuck, Auntie it's leaking." said Emily. Aunt Julie quickly pulled in at the side of the road and looked at her seat. "Oh dear, well you did wee pretty aggressively." said Aunt Julie. "If it leaks again we might have to get some proper adult nappies." Emily then started to sob quietly for the rest of the journey home. Aunt Julie couldn't get through to Emily for the rest of that afternoon. Eventually in the evening she had a long talk with her about it being normal for adults to suffer from accidents just like hers and that the proper diapers would guarantee more protection for her. Eventually Emily agreed with her that it was better to walk around in a bulky diaper and have people not notice unless they were looking for it really hard than to walk around smelling of pee and having wet stains down her legs. Still, she had this one night that would decided her fate. If she leaked she had to go back into diapers, if she stayed dry then she would be able to feel like she was wearing normal underwear... that magically absorbed her accidents. (Continued in Eli Chapter 2) https://omorashi.org/story/402/entry-912-chapter-two-a-guardian-angel/
  14. First off, she's not really my sister but a close friend that I feel is my list sister. To help imagery, I'm 6'1", skinny and white with shortish proofed hair, while she's 4'10", Hispanic with black hair. We did this at a local park by my house, and it was her going away gift for me before college starts. What exactly her gift was, was to be there to support me to public pee my pants which I asked her to do when I was drunk. She is the sweetest sister ever, she told me if I were to back down shed make sure I wet because she knew I wanted this. So I woke up at 9 in the morning and started off with a large iced coffee, next I drank 8oz of water every 15 minutes until 1:17 to fill my bladder to make sure I had little time to back down. I choose 1:17 because that's when she said it'll be ok and she'll be there. So I picked her up and headed to the park. We got to the park not long after I left to pick her up, I squirmed a bit but tried to hide it as I got out of my truck. I planned to go sit by one of the two port-a-pottys for changing later, but I was so nervous that I followed my sis, who walked all the way to the end of the park to a bench under the shade where the Chesapeake bay began, complete opposite from the bathrooms. At first I felt shy around her, but mainly paranoid around the people getting into and out of kayaks. I couldn't go, as bad as I wanted to, I just couldn't, and she didn't even question my bladder, she never spoke of it while say. The whole time we just sat and chatted about who owed us stuff that they narrowed, and looked back at our high school memories, that's when I first spurted. That's when the juices started flowing, I began to spurt ever couple minutes as we continued the conversation like both was happening. I did mange to catch her looking down at my pants every so often while talking (I guess to make sure I did go) but every time she looked I got embarrassed and tried to hide my crotch, (which had a baseball sized spot on my jeans). It made me hesitate for the next few spurts but I let them out over a course of 10 minutes, bit by bit, every time making that patch glisten and wet my bottom. By then I realized the glistening effect is what caught her eye, and we kept talking. About 15 minutes pass, and I feel comfortable, wanting more then spurts, so I release a long soft stream, that begins to puddle out on the bench seat, I stop my self before it streams off though to hide noise. This I keep up like the streams, all the liquid that I drank was finally coming out, my spurting streams looked like regular morning urinations, except in high quantity, and soon enough I'd here the potter patter of urine on grass. I stopped and waited until that putter slowed to a simple-single drip motion, which then I started the stream two more times. That last time I streamed, I completely released, soaking my thighs on my jeans, front and back, my bottom, the bench, and making a large puddle in the dirt and grass (did I mention we shared the bench?). We kept talking, I was paranoid saying how there's a guy picnicking next to the bathroom, so we waited 5-7 minutes as I kept looking back, she just smiled. I gave up and said how scared I was, but she told me to hush and that she's be my cover. So I stood and nodded. That guy never left so we had to go to the other port-a-potty which is farther and by the entrance of the park across the grass and parking lot. She stood beside me to hide me from the side. Then people started coming to the lot and we veered around cars. The. A kid and mom asked a woman where the bathroom is, luckily she didn't know the one we were going to and I hid behind Melanie and acted like I texted when those people were there. Then were made a fast walk to the bathroom and Melanie guarded the door as I changed
  15. Hello all! This is my first story. Enjoy! Summary: This is a story set in a high fantasy world of my own creation. It will involve a lot of pants-wetting, humiliation, and, to a lesser extent, light scatological stuff. This story is wholly fantasy (in the fictional sense) and is in no way representative of the author's actual views on society and human interaction. CHAPTER 1: Forward scout Alaina kept her gaze fixed on the horizon of the Great Plains. Hidden in among the leaves of a large eldertree on the fringe of Birkwood Forest, she was situated perfectly to sweep her gaze across the vast plain without being seen, enabling her to spot incoming hostile forces from afar and give advance warning to the rest of the villagers. Alaina herself, however, was no mere villager. Powerfully muscled legs allowed her to and lope across the ground with gazelle-like speed and grace, while a sleek, sinewy upper body enabled her to climb tall trees, wield all manner of small melee arms, and draw her trusty longbow as quick as any in the countryside. The fishing village of Ekpana was like any other small agricultural town, but unusual lines of birth - stemming, some say, from the legendary huntress Cozma Anteia herself - led to a population of average men but extraordinary women. Women with heroic athleticism, superfine coordination, supernatural resistance to pain and injury, and intense focus that put them above and beyond that of commen women, and indeed on the level of some of the kingdom's finest warriors. The clanwomen of Ekpana had taken part in some of the land's greatest skirmishes and were known not only for their ferocity in battle, but their startling beauty - many foes had fallen to the sword, awestruck by the visages of these amazonian terrors. Their numbers, however, remained small, and many outside of the village still did not believe the tale of the secret forest camp of elite female warriors; their strength, they believed, lied as much in their dedication to training as to their birthrites, and left them with little time or care to procreate. The men, young children, and elderly women of the village were charged with operating the agricultural activities of Ekpana, the primary source of income, while the women of prime age sequestered themselves in the nearby Ekpana Barracks, focusing their efforts on protecting the enclave. Alaina was not the strongest or fiercest of the warriors, but she was fast and and she was intuitive. These traits made her, at the relatively youthful age of 24, the enclave's lead scout. Her bravery in battle and skilled reconnoisance had led to numerous commendations, including one by the High Matriarch herself. However, this occasion was not a normal vigil. Her mission was still to warn the rest of her clan, yes, but she and all the rest had been expecting enemies on the horizon for days now - the troops of the new Boy King Lazarus of the Ankaran Empire, to be precise. Ekpana had allied itself with the rebel Union that arose in protest of the Boy King's mad machinations. Following the death of his ancient father, the benevolent King Ramzus, the newly anointed Lazarus had done nothing but sown discontent throughout the provinces under his rule. Previous trade agreements were violated at will, territory was forcefully taken from the provinces, whole families known to associate with his political enemies mysteriously vanished... and, disturbingly, the young boy seemed to have a taste for the obscene. He was known to have demanded that serving women close to him be attired in unusual, provocative costumes, he shamelessly slapped and flogged the women of subject villages, and other, stranger tales. Alaina had heard much worse from previous kings and rulers - the odd proclivities of the Boy King actually seemed rather tame compared to the sordid tales of, for instance, the High Lord of Antioch, who was rumored to order whole groups of whores to whip him bloody in his own bedroom - but to hear of such things from a youth his age was troubling. Following the collapse of the Union, then, the village had heard that King Lazarus was moving randomly from village to village, enacting harsh punishments to serve as warning to those who would foment uprising against the empire. Reports of these punishments were vague and varied. Some warned of brutal trade restrictions, while others warned of more of the king's strange fetishes being forced upon the populaces. The villages were small, though, so the sources were limited. However, she and her scouts had recognized the vast bulk of the king's detachment heading directly toward Ekpana, so punishment, no matter what kind, was virtually certain. In any case, Alaina felt a small twinge of fear. Never in her life had the clanswomen been under threat from a greater enemy, but now the king himself was bringing with him a numerically superior force to focus on their small fishing village. The clanswomen could likely decimate a disprprortionate number of the king's soldiers before falling down, but the High Matriarch was not one to sacrifice all for glory; she ordered that the women simply take the punishment with pride and live to fight another day. Most of the clan agreed; if they were powerful and brave enough to withstand amazing levels of harm and trauma, then they were strong enough to resist anything the mad Boy King had to offer. Alaina suddenly noticed a shimmering silver light on the horizon. Surely it was the reflection of Lazarus's host. The silver gleam resolved itself and she could now grasp the size of his company. It was not as large as she was expecting, parts of the host must have splintered off toward other villages, but still she could see that it was far superior to the village. The king's caravan rose high above the troops and was flanked by regal cavalry and platoons of spearmen, so there was no doubt that he was present in this small fragment of his army. Alaina steeled herself, quickly estimated the size of the host, and sped westward into the forest to warn her comrades. *** Ekpana was situated in a small clearing a few miles into the forest. The location gave scouts enough time to warn of incoming danger, but also allowed relatively quick access to the Great Plains while also providing a large buffer of twisting, forested paths, where the clanwomen could easily ambush and dismantle enemies foolish enough to try and assault the village head on. Alaina's quick, strong legs carried her smoothly through the forest. She had committed to mind countless paths through the woods and twisted around the clustered arrays of bushes and tree trunks as though she had planted each piece of foliage herself. She reached the landing leading to the Ekpana Barracks. The entrance was a large gate, fifteen men abroad, crafted from the tall, slender trunks of the forest's gossamer trees. From the gate, a fence two men tall stretched in either direction, enclosing all of the training grounds. It was by no means an impenetrable wall, but it offered just enough protection and distraction from most threats that the women could appropriately prepare themselves. Alaina approached the gates and was waved in by sentries watching through slits in the doors. She sped quickly down the paths, lined with small huts, toward the High Matriarch's quarters. The Barracks, in fact, were something of a misnomer. The clearing was no more than half a mile across, populated with small but exquisitely built thatched huts, meant to house two to four women. The houses were laid out in a circular pattern, and the center of the circle consisted mainly of three separate, flat, fenced off areas for training. At the very center, a large stone-paved town square of sorts was situated, with a large raised platform squarely in the center. This area the clanswomen used to socialize with one another, trade goods, watch fellow soldiers train, and hold recreational events. The atmosphere in the town was tense; women went about their business, training, discussing battle tactics and performing daily chores. All the women of the barracks dressed similarly to one another. Most wore some fashion of leather jerkin or armor, sometimes studded or plated with Lyonese steel and wrought iron, to protect her chest. Some wore one, two, or no pauldrons of tougher leather or metal, depending on what weapons they specialized and which hand they favored. Some midriffs were bare while others were wrapped with additional studded leather sheets. The perpetually hot, humid climate of Ekpana led many women to wear short skirts (as Alaina did), while others favored tight, short-cut pants, and still others (the most confident ones, perhaps) were comfortable with mere skimpy briefs. The women's natural strength and resistance to harm gave them a great deal of leeway in their choice of protection, and all chose to customize her own set of armor in some way or another. As much as they were a tough ruthless model of military efficiency, they also prided their individual strength and personhood. Many whispered in hush tones to each other about their soon to be known fate. The women were expecting Alaina. As they saw her rush in through the arteries of the training grounds and head directly toward the Matriarch's quarters, they could simply watch and wait. They could pretend that the day was as normal, but they knew the truth of things. Alaina reached the Matriarch's quarters, a hut just barely larger than any other, but with a small stuffed falcon perched on pole to indicate its noteworthiness. Alaina entered the house. "Matriarch Susannah," said Alaina breathlessly. A tall, regal woman with clothing more grandiose than any other on the grounds, she wore a flowing cloak stitched from falcon feathers, but still a practical mail of oxskin and plain brown leather briefs that showed her extroardinarily long, smooth legs. She was not so muscled as many of the warriors, but certainly the tallest. On flat feet, she stood half a head taller than most knights. "Head Scout Alaina, what news do you have to report?" The Matriarch's voice was calm and strong. "Lazarus's host appears on the horizon. They bring five fold our number, including engineers to carve their way to the village. At their pace, I suspect they will reach us in less than a week." Susannah's face betrayed no surprise. "It is as I expected, then. Thank you, Alaina." She turned back to the war table in the middle of the room, casting her gaze across the region map. "Matriarch?" pressed Alaina, impatient and worried. "What are your plans? Do we still intend to lay down our arms?" "Our plan remains the same, Alaina. Do not worry. It is our people's only possible path - the only one, I believe, that will not inflict us with great loss." A full month earlier, the Matriarch had announced her plan of action for all in the village. Most agreed with her. While all the women were blessed with physical gifts, and Susannah was no different, some were given strength in areas beyond the physical realm. Matriarchs had been chosen from women with gifts of understanding and insight that had stretched beyond those of the other warriors, and no Matriarch had ever led the clan astray. In spite of the Susannah's own successful history of leadership, there were still those who dissented. "Bullshit," sounded a voice from the doorway. Alaina turned around. Standing tall in the entrance was an imposing figure, arms straight down her sides, feet apart, and hands clenched angrily. The woman stepped forward, heavy boots pounding threateningly, and became illuminated by the room's torch, but Alaina had already known who it was. Leandra, the strongest, fiercest woman in the training ground, and perhaps in the whole kingdom. Leandra was a vanguard, the mightiest frontline warriors of the clanswomen, who wielded melee arms with fearsome ease and skill and craved the battlefield like a babe craves milk. She was not quite so tall as Susannah, but still on even footing with most of the men of the kingdom. Leandra's legs were like huge smooth barrels of glistening iron. While Alaina's own upper body was muscular in a lithe, sleek way, Leandra's muscled churned like an ox's. They were muscles meant to shear heads from bodies. Her great hips, covered by straining leather briefs, and imposing breasts still lent her a womanly figure, but one that could cleave men in twain. Alaina had known Leandra since she was young. She was on comfortable terms with her, and had even sparred with the giant woman some years ago (Alaina was knocked clean unconscious in less than a minute), but could hardly describe Leandra a friend. Leandra walked to an arm's length from the Matriarch, folded her great arms over her chest and tossed her short, black hair from her eyes. "It is a coward's plight, to lay down her sword. Matriarch, you must reconsider this foolishness, this betrayal of our people." Susannah regarded the woman neutrally. "Leandra, though your strength is unmatched in this village, it is not your position to question me. The decision has been made." "So we'll stand meekly by as we suffer their humiliations?" asked Leandra forcefully. "Do we even know what sort of humiliations we face? What about our pride? Our honor? What would the Huntress say?" Out of the corner of her eye, Alaina noticed a small, slim girl sneak quietly into the room, her arms wrapped around a cluster of swords in their scabbards. 'Ah, poor Elena,' thought Alaina. Elie at 14, was among the youngest girls in the training grounds. Younger girls in the village train under the elder matrons until they reach the Age of Iron, when their spirits are ready to be shaped and tempered like pure molten steel. Alaina felt sorry for the poor girl, having to serve as squire for the harshest woman in the compound. "She would be glad of our prudence in preserving our lives," Susannah calmly replied. "Subjugation and punishment are the least of possible harms they can inflict upon us. "And how do you know they'll stop short of killing us? We make ourselves easy targets." "I know." With that, the Matriarch ended the comversation. Leandra glared some seconds longer, then tossed her short hair again and stormed out of the hut. Only then, as Leandra turned, did Alaina notice the giant two handed battleaxe strapped across the woman's back. Elie, struggling to keep her hold on the weapons she was carrying, scuttled out after her. Susannah sighed. "She is so powerful, perhaps the most powerful of all of us, but still so unwise." She sat down behind the table, removed a journal from an adjacent shelf, and began to write. "I'm sorry to keep you overlong, Alaina. Thank you for your work." Alaina nodded, then let herself out. The meeting had not eased her mind. Though she trusted and loved Matriarch Susannah, she could not suppress a deep, vague terror slowly churning in her bowels.
  16. Hey I haven't seen any other topics on this subject (aside from the one where people only talk about one guy speeding) so I thought I'd be the on to post it. I personally hav been sneaky enough to not get caught, but I'm sure my day is coming. However, I really enjoy hearing about other people getting caught stories, so feel free to post yours!
  17. ok, i have to get this off my chest. today (8/24) i had my first, genuine bedwetting! but it wasn't in my own bed is the issue... the story is thus. so Saturday night my buddies sister was having her bachelorette party. the girls had the house and us guys were shunned to the firepit in the backyard. well after everyone got drunk (including myself) we ending up combining parties anyway, lol. but after the long night, i was pretty lit, like... world spinning status. so i went to sleep in the guest room. i had myself a nice deep sleep, well too deep i guess. i haven't had a genuine bedwetting since i was 10 i believe and now i have my latest bedwetting today >^.^< so i woke up around 10AM, and noticed something very very wrong... i was wet. i sat up thinking i spilled my glass of water that i keep next to me at night. nope, it was full... i pull off my blanket to reveal the damage. i had let EVERYTHING go, i was soaked from my knees all the way to my pillow. i couldn't believe it, i just couldn't... i sat there for about 5 min or so just letting it sink into my mind. i think i knew when it happened, in my sleep i could feel the discomfort and the letting go. i think i can recall the "warmth" creep down my sides and flow down my back. i didn't know what to do. so i rolled over, directed the fan to my wet lake in the middle of my buddy's bed. and prayed it would evaporate before noon (the usual hang over get up time on sunday). so i fell back asleep away from the wet spot, woke up to find it had mostly evaporated. there wasn't much i could do to hide it so i bundled up the sheets and threw them in my friends washing machine. he and his wife both thought it was strange that i was doing laundry so randomly. but what made it worse is without the sheets the white mattress showed the bedwetting even clearer. so i put the fan on high, closed the guest room door. and waited for someone to see what i did... but lucky for me no one did...yet. i know my buddies wife will have to put the sheets on the bed and smell it. i just hope they forgive me lol. (so embarrassed)
  18. So tonight, I planned to hang out with a friend of mine (let's call him Hiroshi for privacy's sake), and my goal was to have a nice wetting after dropping him home. So I picked him up around 5, and we went out to a few stores. I had used the toilet before I left my home, but had drank a hot cocoa also. I didn't really have to pee at all until we got back to my house around 6. So, we hung out in my room, gaming, and I filled up on some kool aid while we did so. By the time 9 hit, I began to really feel the urge to go. I sat cross-legged so I could press my heel into my privates, and when Hiroshi would look away, I would give myself a squeeze. So we went on like this until about 10, when he needed to go home. At this point, I was seriously considering just going, because I was really desperate. But, my courage got the best of me, and I said "Alright, come on." and we went out to my car. This is where my lack of judgement occurred, and why I am now kicking myself. So he lives about fifteen/twenty minutes from me, and the second I stepped into the cold air, I shivered and tried to cross my legs without looking like I needed to go. "Cold?" He said. And I told him yes. In the car, I drove, and he played on his phone while telling me some story about school. I was trying soooooo hard at this point to not show my desperation, but the seatbelt was pushing into my bladder, and I couldn't even cross my legs, for I was driving. Getting very worried, I slowly moved my hand up my thigh, close to where I was absolutely dying to hold...Here was the debate in my head: "Kait. If you hold yourself, he may see. If you don't...He might see a hell of a lot more." So, regretfully, I quietly began to hold the pee in. My bladder was creating waves of pressure and I knew I was very close to losing it. At a stoplight, Hiroshi looked up to tell me something, and saw my hand. "Uhh...You okay?" So I obviously had no choice but to say "I really need to pee. I should have went before we left." He looked sort of weirded out, and asked why I didn't go before if I had to go so bad. So, alas, I said "It came on kind of...suddenly." A lie, of course. Anyway, at this point, he already knew, so I made no attempt to hide the fact that I was about to piss my panties. I wasn't doing the best job driving, because I literally was about to release the flood behind my walls. "Ughhhh." I moaned at the next stoplight. "Just ten more minutes. You can come in my house and go" Hiroshi offered. "If I make it that long" I whispered so he wouldn't hear. I made it to his house. Barely. But I did. I declined his offer to use his restroom, because I really wanted to wet myself, and now I had no excuse, with the toilet so close. "Are you...sure?" He glanced at both my hands, shoved in my crotch. "I'm sure. I'll make it home." So I began driving home, my hand pressed tightly in between my legs. I made it home, ohhhh, yes I did. I leaked, a lot, but made it home. Seeing that no one was home, I got out of my car, knelt beside it, and just let go. I felt the warm pee soak through my damp panties, my jeans, into my shoes. I peed and peed and peed. It was fantastic. The relief was wonderful. Anddddd, I didn't have an accident in front of Hiroshi :)
  19. Now the story of a team of mutant superheroes that fight villains, and the one young superheroine who had no choice but to let her big embarrassing secret out. It's: Elevated Relievement. Chapter 1: Bless the Rains Down in Africa -- On the western shore of Lake Victoria, on the Uganda side of the border, a young woman was lounging in a little lagoon. She floated in the shallow water, stretched out as if she was reclining in a bed of soft fluffy pillows, with her long, pure white hair billowing on the surface all around. Hair like that would have been remarkable enough by itself, and hers was even more remarkable in contrast with her chocolate-brown skin. Her name was Orola Matthews, and she was trying to relax. But her relaxation was interrupted by a loud splashing sound. She opened her bright blue eyes and looked around. She was still alone, and the sound seemed to be coming from some bushes behind her. A big grin crept across Orola's face and she whispered to herself, "Followed me all the way here, huh, Kurt?" Careful to make it look casual, the black woman with white hair closed her blue eyes again and slipped beneath the surface, then stood up and stretched her arms over her head. She emerged from the water one luscious, smooth curve at a time, like she was in a commercial for overpriced shampoo. Little streams were flowing down her bare skin as she slowly turned around, making sure to let her large, full breasts sway and jiggle. And just when the scene was about to turn into either a really bad romance novel or an even worse porno, she lunged at the splashing sound, ripped the branches aside and shouted, "Gotch- aah!" Orola's triumphant cry started as 'gotcha' only to turn into a shout of surprise. Because she wasn't looking at her friend Kurt, the peeping tom she thought she was catching in the act yet again. She was staring right at a gorgeous pair of tits. "Oh! Ohmygosh! It's you! Ohmygosh it's really you! I can't believe it it's really you!" That was Aquamarine, the owner of the gorgeous pair of tits. She was so excited she was actually bouncing up and down, and her gorgeous tits were bouncing too. The sight of those two huge, perfectly rounded orbs the color of freshly oiled ebony jiggling in her face was making it very difficult for Orola to meet the girl's eyes. Aquamarine was about to introduce herself, but first she had something really important to say. "Ohmygosh I'm sorry I'm just so excited to finally meet you you're totally my idol and my role model and I mean you're totally everyone's idol at school and I just know they're all gonna be so jealous that I actually got to meet Typhoon!" Typhoon was Orola's superhero name. It was the name she usually introduced herself with, at least when she wasn't at school. Aquamarine was Aquamarine's superhero name, and it was the name she always introduced herself with, at least when she remembered to introduce herself. "Oh! I'm Aquamarine. It's really nice to meet you." At about the same time that Aquamarine finally remembered to introduce herself, Orola finally managed to look up. "I... Oh... Yes, I'm pleased to meet you as well. I hope we make a good team." She also managed to put on a pleasant smile. Aquamarine seemed not to have noticed Orola staring at her gorgeous tits, and Orola certainly wasn't going to mention it first. "I didn't expect to meet you quite so soon." Typhoon had expected to meet her new teammate here, but not for another two hours. She got here early so that she could take a little dip to relax before the mission. "Oh, yeah, I know I'm a couple hours early. But hey, now we can chat. Come on let's sit down." Aquamarine turned around to wade back to the rocks, and Orola couldn't help but look down again as the girl's gorgeous butt peeked into view above the surface. "I just got here early so I could go skinny dipping," Aquamarine continued, still not noticing what Typhoon was staring at. "I always like to relax before a mission. I guess you must have been skinny dipping too, huh?" It was a perfectly reasonable explanation for why they both happened to be naked at the same time in the same lagoon in a story that wasn't some ridiculously contrived porno. "I heard you through the bushes earlier. Oh, did you hear me too? Is that how come you burst out of the bushes like that?" Still grinning happily, she turned back around and sat down, which caused her boobs to jiggle and bounce again. Oh, and if this narration seems to be paying a little too much attention to boobs, that's only because the characters keep staring at them. Honest. "Hmm? Oh. Yes, that." Orola tore her eyes away from the gorgeous tits again and went to sit down too. "I actually thought my friend Kurt had followed me here. He has a way of just showing up to talk, you see." Kurt was the superhero Shadowgazer. He was quite fond of 'just showing up to talk' unexpectedly, especially when Typhoon happened to be skinny dipping. "Followed you all the way here from America?" Aquamarine giggled, which made her boobs jiggle even more. He must have like superspeed or something." Shadowgazer didn't have superspeed, but he could teleport. "No, no, the only speedster I know is Gary, and I've only met him a few times." Gary was The Smash, a more experienced and established superhero, active since the Golden Age, and a member of the Judgement League. He probably could have gone from Judgement League Headquarters to Lake Victoria in a few minutes, but for Kurt it would only take seconds. "Kurt wouldn't need superspeed to get here, though. He teleports." "Oh! That explains it, then. Maybe he can visit us after we finish the mission." Kurt would have just loved that, especially if they were in the mood for more skinny dipping. "I hardly ever get to meet Americans. The last time was when..." she trailed off, her dark brown eyes getting wide, then she gasped and covered her gorgeous tits. "Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh I forgot! I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I just forgot. I mean it's just you don't look like an Ameri- I... I mean you look so much like one of... I mean... ohmygosh I'm sorry I just didn't know you were here and then when I saw you I was so excited I didn't even think and I never would have gone skinnydipping if I knew you were right there." Aquamarine knew that Americans had different ideas about nudity, and she knew that Typhoon was American, or at least close enough, but she didn't put the two together until just now. Orola interrupted the girl's panicked rambling. "It's ok, I don't mind!" She really didn't. Even though Orola was an American now, she grew up in Africa and even lived in a tribal village for a time. Thanks to that, now she was what Americans would call a nudist. That was why Kurt kept showing up while she happened to be skinny dipping. Even when she caught him peeping, she was more likely to invite him into the water than to scold him for it. "I really don't. I was already skinny dipping by myself, after all. Why would I have a problem with you skinny dipping too?" That made Aquamarine feel better. Smiling again, she dropped her hands back into the water, allowing her gorgeous tits to sway freely. They kept chatting for a while, now without so much exposition. Soon they got down to business. "You're right, they're really soft. And they're so big but they're hardly sagging at all. How do you-" Whoops, too soon. But eventually they really did get down to business. "Oh yeah, I'm totally ready to take this guy on. The Professor says I'm the best fighter at the school. Well except against Trixie since she's a nullifier." Trixie's mutant power was to nullify other mutants' powers on contact. She was the only mutant at the school to ever defeat Aquamarine in a straight up one-on-one match, although Aquamarine had always claimed that fight didn't count. "But a power like hers wouldn't be any good on a mission like this, so that's why they sent me even though I only just officially joined the Team a little while ago." "Glad to see you're so confident," Typhoon said with a smirk. "Just don't forget we're only supposed to track him down, not fight him all by ourselves." "Yeah I know. But still, wouldn't everyone be totally impressed if we did? And after all the nasty stuff he's done we'd for sure be the most famous heroes in Africa." They were talking about 'Mister Bayamtu', the infamous warlord. He had recently started using his mutant powers to raid refugee camps near the Rwanda-Uganda border, abducting boys and making them into child soldiers for his rebel army. According to the news reports, he was planning to set himself up as a dictator and conquer the whole continent. According to his own propaganda, his goal was to "unite" the Hutu refugee population, lead them to victory against the Kagame government and usher in an age of peace and prosperity for the Hutu people. And according to the Professor, he wanted the dictator thing, but he'd probably settle for just carving out a little kingdom to rule. Now you can tell this isn't the Silver Age, because if it was that whole summary would have been done deadly serious and written as dramatically as possible with every other word in bold. So if you like that sort of thing, just use your imagination. Anyway, Silver Age or not, it was still up to the Z-Team to stop him. Professor Zyvaygo of the Team's African academy was in charge of the mission, and Professor Zyvere had sent Typhoon from the American academy to help, both because of her African heritage and because she was one of the most experienced members of the Team. Aquamarine was younger and less experienced, but just like she said, she had the best combat power in the African squad. "Just don't forget that our top priority is the refugees," Typhoon reminded her counterpart firmly. "It's saving civilians that's going to change the way people think about mutants in Africa." They both nodded soberly at that. With the last of the exposition out of the way our two heroines kept chatting for a little while, then then decided it was time to get started. Orola went back to the other side of the bushes where she'd left her Typhoon outfit and changed into it. When she returned, the now properly costumed Typhoon was unexpectedly introduced to even more of her new partner's impressive anatomy. This time she found herself staring at Aquamarine's gorgeous butt. The girl was taking a long drink from the lake, kneeling at the water's edge with her plump, pert and perfectly round rear end sticking up in the air behind her. Fortunately she had also changed into her costume, or else this would be the kind of scene that couldn't even get printed in a Vertigo oneshot. That costume was a bright blue bodysuit that covered every inch of her like a second skin. But even wrapped up like that, Aquamarine's beautiful bouncing buttocks presented a breathtaking sight. The way her butt gently jiggled like some lusciously juicy and thoroughly ripened exotic fruit was nearly as mesmerizing as the swaying of her luxuriously curvaceous bare breasts was earlier. And yes, all of this detail really is necessary to properly narrate the scene. Honest. Being slightly less mesmerized this time, Typhoon managed to tear her eyes away from the magnificent sight with slightly less difficulty, doing so just before Aquamarine finished drinking. The younger heroine stood up and turned around, demonstrating in the process that a layer of skintight material did absolutely nothing to impede the mobility of her gorgeous tits. On the contrary, the motion caused them to swing back and forth every bit as freely as they had when completely bare. Even as tight as it was, Aquamarine's costume did not seem to provide her bust with any kind of support (not that her lusciously soft yet firm tits needed any), nor have any effect on its size (in fact, her huge boobs somehow looked even bigger than before). And to top it all off (so to speak), her nipples seemed to be standing at attention more proudly than ever, the little twin points straining hard against the tight material of her suit as if to protest against the very idea of being contained. Ever observant, Typhoon noticed all of this right away (which is totally why it all had to be narrated), and quickly reached a conclusion. Between those spectacular pokies and the majestic swaying of her voluminous bust, and most of all the deep cleft between her buttocks, all covered in material so form-fitting that depicting them in even moderate detail would strain the limits of any mainstream imprint's censorship policy, there could be no possible doubt that Aquamarine's costume included absolutely no underwear. "Ok then, let's take off!" Aquamarine suggested eagerly. Typhoon once again snapped her eyes away from the wonderful sight, nodded and smiled. They left the lagoon, found a clearing in the trees and took off. Typhoon floated aloft gently, while Aquamarine shot into the air like a rocket. They quickly reached cruising altitude and flew west together. Typhoon's power over the weather allowed her to fly very easily by creating a highly localized hurricane-force gust for her to ride. Aquamarine, conversely, flew by using her power to form a sheet of water solid enough for her to stand on and riding it like a surfboard. This took quite a bit more effort than Typhoon's method of flight, but she could accelerate more easily, and it tended to be a little more agile in closed spaces. Conveniently enough, both techniques had about the same maximum speed. Their first destination was an oasis in the wasteland to the west, just across the border with Tanzania. They had information that a small group of Bayamtu's troops were camped there, and hopefully that group would have a clue to Bayamtu's location. They pointed themselves on a course to the oasis, then started chatting again. It took most of the trip for Typhoon to finally mention something plot-relevant. "Has anyone mentioned you look a little like the Sable Surfer when you fly like that?" "Really?" Aquamarine giggled, "He's mostly only famous in America, right?. I guess it makes sense. There can't be that many heroes who surf when they fly." "Just him and the Sterling Shooter. He actually used to have 'Surfer' in his name too, but he changed it when they joined the same team because it sounded too similar, and Sable had seniority." "I don't always surf, though. See?" The plane of water she was riding suddenly curled into a cigar shape, and she bent to grip it between her knees and her hands. "Flying like this takes less concentration, but my neck gets kinda sore if I look straight ahead for too long. I can maneuver a little easier, too. Here, watch this." She leaned over and entered a tight corkscrew, then leveled off and jerked rapidly from side to side as if dodging some kind of projectile, wiggling her butt back and forth as she did so. The vigorous, semi-rhythmic motion set her generously proportioned posterior to such glorious jiggling that Typhoon felt the need to quickly change the subject before she became distracted enough to cause a midair collision. They were still talking when they reached the oasis. "Oh no, I haven't worn anything like that in years. Pretty much nobody else does either, after what happened to Miss Marvelous." "Hmm? What do you mean? Did she wear something too risky and cause a scandal or something?" "You mean you never heard? It was all over the headlines for like months." "Really? I guess it must have been before I joined the Academy. I didn't really follow American superhero news before then." "Well ok. You see, we were all at this reception where the Professor was giving a big speech when we got an emergency call. So Cu Sith made a distraction and we all hurried to get into costume and respond. Now this was back when Miss Marvelous was wearing that red and black leotard with the big yellow star on the chest, and I guess when she put it on she just sort of forgot that- Oh! There's the oasis!" Typhoon interrupted her story and pointed to the little dark splotch on the dull tan sand below. "I'll finish the story later. You ready for a fight?" she asked with a grin. "Always." Aquamarine had been ready for a fight since before they took off. With that, the two of them began descending carefully until they were low enough to make out their targets. Then Typhoon summoned up a little dust storm and Aquamarine dropped out of the sky, landing right in the midst of the guerillas. With a wave of her arms she flung two blades of water in opposite directions, knocking down three of the men while they were still squinting through the billowing dust. Then she wrapped herself in a miniature whirlpool and leaped from one to the next, wrenching their guns away and flinging them to the ground. Some of them got off a burst of shots, which bounced harmlessly off the water that enveloped her. A few bolts of water took care of the rest, and in a matter of moments all the poor mooks were dispatched, their weapons lying twisted and mangled in the dirt. It was the kind of completely one-sided fight that always seems to show up in a Silver Age origin story, to quickly and easily show off a new character's abilities and establish her as a credible protagonist, as well as provide some action in what might otherwise be a really talky issue. Some things don't have to change, after all. Once the fallen villains were restrained, Typhoon went to search the guerillas' convoy for a clue that would point them toward the boss while Aquamarine called headquarters to check in. After that she went down the little slope to the oasis for another drink. A few minutes later Typhoon returned, just a bit too late to witness her partner's rear end wiggling merrily, but instead she got an even better show as the girl turned around and started back up the slope. Typhoon could only stand and stare, rendered completely speechless by the incredible, impossible sight before her: Aquamarine's gorgeous tits had somehow grown even bigger. They were just as round and with every step they bounced just as freely as before, but they had more than doubled in size, going from huge to absolutely gigantic, and each one was now bigger than her head. Yet they showed no sign of sagging whatsoever, as if gravity itself was reluctant to interfere with the buoyancy of a bust so glorious that it could only be properly described as "breast perfection". And so, having singlehandedly pushed this narration to exceed the limits of publication standards, Aquamarine bounced up and announced, as proud and perky as ever, "Ok! I'm ready to go. Did you find any- Hmm? What's the matter?" Belatedly she noticed her teammate's expression of open-mouthed shock, followed shortly by the direction of her stare, and asked "Oh, these?" She then indicated her boobs by giving them a quick squeeze, her fingers sinking deep into the supremely soft globes. "Yeah I guess I didn't tell you before, did I?" the giggle that punctuated this set her chest to jiggling like a pair of beach balls in the hands of hyperactive toddlers. "I was planning to, but it just never came up. See I had a nice big drink just now, since we're going after the main target. I mean I know we're not planning to fight him by ourselves or anything, but it's always best to be prepared, and I didn't know if I'd have another chance to reload after this. Oh, by reload I mean fill up. With water that is. My powers need lots of water, and of course I can't always count on having a nice convenient lake to use, so I learned to carry around plenty of water with me. And as you can see, these are pretty much the best place to store it all," she said with a grin, gently cupping her breasts again. "I can explain some more when we get going. Did you find a clue about where we should go next?" At the direct question, Typhoon at last came to her senses and replied that, yes, she had found a map marked with today's date and what looked like a meeting point. With luck it would lead them right to their main target. So the two of them flew away, and once they were up in the air again Aquamarine continued her explanation. Her powers worked on all forms of water, so she'd long ago learned to use the water in her own body, first as a defense that could deflect or absorb the impact of any physical attack, then slowly developing into a short ranged offense to complement the blades and streams and whirlpools like those she'd used in today's expository fight. Then to further enhance her defensive abilities, she'd upgraded her suit with a specialized material that allowed water to soak into it almost instantly, so that she could form her superpowered armor in a matter of moments. But all these powers required water, and to make sure she wasn't restricted to fighting near rivers and lakes, Aquamarine had learned to keep plenty of 'ammunition' available by storing highly compressed water in her body. After years of training, she could drink gallons at once and carry all of it around until she needed it. It was through this technique of carrying around her own personal water reserves that Aquamarine had surpassed all her fellow students in sheer fighting ability, and even given that showoff Trixie a run for her money. Needless to say, Aquamarine kept the vast majority of her ammunition supply in her oversized tits. Under normal circumstances, the two voluminous 'reservoirs' on her chest could easily store several gallons without growing too much. And if she let her boobs expand even more (which made them a little unwieldy, but not enough to interfere with combat, naturally), the sheer volume of water available meant Aquamarine's powers could match those of any member of the Z-team, even in the middle of a desert. The only real downside was the additional effort it took to keep all that water compressed enough to fit and suspended enough that her inflated breasts didn't droop or give her backaches. Thus, Typhoon was forced to amend her earlier assessment of her new partner's costume; specifically, the reason why Aquamarine's gorgeous tits required no physical support. Those tits weren't merely firm: thanks to her powers they were absolutely weightless. Of course, there was one other side effect which Aquamarine did not mention to her teammate, and just now it was beginning to make her a bit uncomfortable. She did her best not to let her discomfort show as they flew along, chatting away just like before, but the situation kept getting worse, and before long the young heroine was so distracted that her half of the conversation was reduced to monosyllabic agreements. Typhoon, quite naturally, asked her partner if something was wrong. "Is something wrong?" she asked. It was, but Aquamarine wasn't about to admit it. "Hmm? Oh, um, it's nothing. I'm uh, just trying to concentrate on searching." They were now approaching the point indicated on the map, and both of them were watching the ground below for signs of their villainous target. That's what she was trying to concentrate on at least, but just now she was having a hard time concentrating at all. The reason for that was simple: Aquamarine really had to pee. As she'd explained earlier, her 'internal reservoir technique', so named by some of her fellow heroes during a brief period when naming all your moves was in fashion, involved drinking a large volume of water, compressing it to a fraction of that volume, and storing it in her own body for later use. And in order to keep this water pure enough for her powers to manipulate, she also needed to keep her 'ammunition' segregated (so to speak) so that it didn't mix together with the rest of the water in her body. Unfortunately however, her 'reservoirs' always seemed to be just a little bit 'leaky', allowing a tiny fraction of their volume to gradually escape into her system. Although it was never enough to put a dent in her ammunition reserves, that slow yet steady leakage was the source of Aquamarine's current discomfort. Because sooner or later, all the water that trickled out of her boobs inevitably trickled into her bladder. It had been going on all day, ever since she filled her internal reservoirs with that nice long drink from Lake Victoria. In fact, by the time they reached the oasis her bladder had grown quite full indeed, prompting her to make a mental note that she should find somewhere to relieve herself as soon as they landed. But then she'd fought those mooks, and between the adrenaline of the fight and the excitement of victory and her eagerness to start hunting for the real supervillain, the poor girl completely failed to notice the gentle, uncomfortable pulsing feeling of pressure in her lower regions. And they left so soon that the earlier vague thoughts of finding relief completely slipped her mind until they were already flying away, and then it was too late. So now here she was, soaring high above the vast and empty landscape, alongside the famous Typhoon, with a very, very, very full bladder. She knew perfectly well that her needlessly deep drink from the oasis was to blame at least as much as her carelessness in neglecting to empty her bladder when she had the chance. It would have been safer to merely drink enough to refill the water she expended in the fight, but she was so eager to impress Typhoon that she'd impulsively decided to completely fill her storage capacity, letting her boobs grow as big as she'd ever dared. Seeing the famous heroine's expression of awe and wonder and getting a chance to explain her innovative technique had been gratifying, of course, but now she had to pay the price. Because with such a tremendous volume of water crammed into her massively inflated boobs, even the tiny fraction of that volume that slowly leaked out was enough to fill her bladder right up in practically no time at all. So, with her bladder now beyond "full" and well on the way to "overflowing", she knew rationally that she should descend to the ground and find someplace to relieve herself right away, but she just couldn't bear the thought. Admitting to anyone how extremely desperate she was to pee would have been embarrassing enough, but admitting it to her idol Typhoon, and at the same time admitting how careless she'd been, and admitting that her own superpowers were partly to blame was simply too embarrassing to even contemplate. Caught between the unbearable humiliation of letting her secret out and the undeniable needs of her own body, Aquamarine soon found herself forced to take a third option, so to speak. It was only a temporary solution, but she was already beginning to quiver under the strain of holding on. She wasn't ready to let her big embarrassing secret out, and she had to do something before her poor overfilled bladder let it out anyway in the form of a big embarrassing accident! So, careful to make sure that Typhoon didn't notice what she was doing, Aquamarine placed one hand on the sizable bulge in her abdomen, and with a mighty surge of effort she focused as much power as she could through that hand and into the bulge. Ever so slowly the agonizing pressure within her bladder lessened, until it was only a dull, throbbing ache. No longer in immediate danger of losing control, Aquamarine breathed a little sigh of relief. She was using her power to compress the contents of her bladder, just as she was already using it to compress the water contained in her massively inflated breasts. Unfortunately, since pee was only mostly water, it was much more difficult to manipulate, requiring far more effort for less results. Compressing her pee enough to bring the pressure down to tolerable levels was already taking nearly all of her concentration, and it was only going to get worse. With pee still trickling steadily into her already bursting bladder, maintaining the current balance of compression and control would soon require more effort than she could sustain. Her powers had bought her a little more time, but if she was going to escape this predicament with her dignity intact, she knew she had to find somewhere to relieve herself right away. Aquamarine was struggling to think of a way to get down to the ground without admitting why she needed to when she got an unexpected reprieve. Typhoon announced that they had reached the meeting point and suggested that they hover here for a while, watching and waiting for their target to appear. Nodding a quick agreement, Aquamarine gratefully sat down on her water-surfboard with her legs tightly crossed (which helped her squeeze her aching crotch a bit tighter) and her hands folded in her lap (which helped her compress her pee a bit more easily). Between that position and not having to focus on flying, which left her with a bit more concentration to spare for applying her superpowers to her lower anatomy, she felt she could hold on long enough to come up with a plan to get her out of this predicament with her secret and her dignity intact. She was considering the idea of pretending to see something and swooping to the ground to check it out, but before she could figure out a way to keep Typhoon from swooping down as well, her thoughts were interrupted. "There! There they are." Typhoon cried out, pointing at a patch of dirt almost directly beneath them. Peering down, Aquamarine thought she could make out what looked like a dust cloud moving to the north, and the distinctive 'ripple' that always seemed to accompany invisibility effects. That seemed to be some kind of convention of the genre or something. It had to be Bayamtu inside that cloud, using his powers to hide a sizable force . "It looks like he's headed for the refugee camps. The others will never get out here in time. Come on, looks like it's up to us after all." Aquamarine reached the same conclusion a moment later. If the supervillain was headed for the refugee camps, there was nobody else who could get here in time to stop him from wreaking havoc and disappearing before the Team arrived. It was all up to Aquamarine and Typhoon to stop the villain and protect the innocent refugees, perfectly in keeping with yet another genre convention. Typhoon was already gathering the winds that would carry her to the ground to swoop down upon their unsuspecting enemies, and without thinking Aquamarine jumped to her feet and grabbed the board she was standing on, ready to soar down alongside her partner. But as soon as she did, she felt a mighty lurch from downstairs, then a sudden squirt and the awful sensation of spreading wetness. Her eyes going wide, she gasped in horror and let out a loud and mournful cry of, "Oh no!" Hearing this, Typhoon looked back and asked, "What's wrong? Did you-" only to fall silent at the sight. Aquamarine was doubled over, squeezing her legs together as hard as she could, with her hands jammed into her crotch, as a dark wet blotch spread rapidly across the bright blue fabric. Thanks to the costume's special material, even the little squirt that had just escaped was enough to form a patch of wetness that stretched from her thighs to her bellybutton. And the squirt that just came out was nothing compared to the flood that was just about to. Aquamarine's momentary lapse of concentration and the resulting surge of pressure had finally overwhelmed her overfilled, overstrained bladder, and despite all her effort she could feel her control rapidly slipping away. Another squirt came out, then another. Immobilized by utter humiliation, she squeezed her eyes shut and began to sob as her pee compression faltered and failed, and her poor exhausted bladder completely let go. A tremendous torrent burst from between her tightly clenched thighs, soaking her costume in an instant all the way down to her knees. The material gradually swelled and puffed up like an inflating balloon as it absorbed the massive wave of pee, until Aquamarine looked like she was wearing the bottom half of a blue spacesuit, and she felt like she was wading hip-deep in a warm bathtub. The flood continued, gathering strength as the last remnants of Aquamarine's bladder control collapsed, and in a matter of moments the fabric of Aquamarine's costume had soaked up all it could hold. Then, as she squatted helplessly tiny golden droplets began seep through, blossoming all over her legs like some kind of unworldly dew. The sight was as bizarre as it was spectacular, as if the young heroine had turned into a miniature raincloud and was sprinkling the ground below with a gentle drizzling shower. But it was not the only one. As Aquamarine's golden droplets of pee fell through the air, they were mingling with normal drops of plain water from another light rainshower. Typhoon, seeing her young partner in the unmistakable throes of completely and uncontrollably wetting herself, had reacted quickly, conjuring a sudden burst of rain around them both to camouflage Aquamarine's massive airborne accident. With any luck, nobody who saw the sudden shower over eastern Africa that day would ever be able to guess that part of it was spilling from a foolish young heroine who'd carelessly had far too much to drink, tried to hold it far too long and ended up helplessly relieving herself in a gigantic accident in the middle of the wide open sky. The rain continued to fall as Aquamarine's bladder at last emptied itself, and she used a gentle burst of water to wash the excess pee out of her costume. Then, with a miserable expression, she looked up at Typhoon, who was still hovering by her side. The other heroine stared back, her face blank and her eyes glowing white with the power she was channeling into the rain. "We can talk about that later," she said in a firm and gently scolding tone. "It looks like you didn't give away our position, so right now we've still got a supervillain to fight. Are you ready?" Filled with courage by the sight of those glowing white eyes, Aquamarine gave a firm nod and together they leapt into action. Interlude: Friendship and Sequel Hooks -- "Alright, so like I said she had to get changed in a hurry because we were at that reception thing when the call came in." "Uh-huh." "And like I said she must have just forgot she was wearing them, or maybe she thought it wasn't a big deal or that she could get away with it or something. And she probably would have got away with it too because all through the fight nobody even noticed anything, except that afterwards when the police showed up to sort everything out there were all these reporters with them, and they all started taking pictures at once and all of a sudden it was completely obvious." "Obvious? What was?" "Her panties! Like I said she must have forgot she was wearing them because they were huge and lacy and pure white, and as soon as all those flashbulbs hit they might as well have been glow-in-the-dark or something. The pictures were all over the place for weeks after that, with headlines like 'such a Marvelous VPL' and even worse stuff." "Oh geez, she must have been so embarrassed." "Well she tried to act like it was no big deal but everyone knew better. Anyway, after that pretty much every heroine on the team stopped wearing underwear. I was never really a fan of it anyway, but I tried wearing a g-string a few times, but never under my costume. Oh, and Lyconitum says she went back to wearing her usual briefs after like a week. But for her it's fine because she doesn't have a tight costume or anything like the rest of us." With the story finished and that narrative loose end tied up nicely, Aquamarine and Typhoon went back to chatting and giggling happily. They were at Lake Victoria again, relaxing after their offscreen victory with another nice little dip. They chatted for a while longer, but it was a while before the conversation became plot-relevant. "I used to wonder why Lyconitum wore normal clothes instead of a costume, until that time we all got teleported to Genosha. See, the teleportation didn't affect clothes, so- oops, better hold that thought. I've gotta take a little bathroom break." She climbed out of the water and started to walk toward the nearby bushes, then turned back and asked sweetly, "Aren't you coming?" "Hmm? Oh! I... I don't... I mean I... well, um, I... I guess I could... now that you mention it," Aquamarine sputtered. As a matter of fact, she was quite badly in need of a bathroom break just now, and had been in need of one for some time. As a further matter of fact, she had until just now been trying her best to hide the evidence of her situation. With her bladder already uncomfortably full and growing more uncomfortable by the second, she was quite grateful that Typhoon had brought up the subject first, allowing her to relieve herself without admitting how badly she needed to. Aquamarine hopped lightly to the shore, with a little splash from the water behind her and a great big bounce from the overinflated water balloons on her chest. Her gigantic gorgeous tits jiggled lusciously with every step she took as the two naked heroines walked side by side over to some convenient nearby bushes. Typhoon reached the bushes first, and without hesitation dropped into a squat and let go, releasing a powerful jet of pee. The bright golden stream flowed from her lower lips in a long, gentle arc to splash upon the bush in front of her and the ground beneath, as if she was holding some kind of miniature garden hose between her legs. Then Aquamarine came up beside her, squatted, and gave a soft moan of relief as she released the mighty clenching that held back the contents of her overfilled bladder. All at once a tremendous torrent gushed forth, pouring out of her lower lips like a horizontal waterfall, with a sound like that of a raging river heard through a muffled microphone. The sheer power of the flood that issued from between Aquamarine's legs made Typhoon's leak look like just that - the trickle from a leaky faucet. In seconds the low-hanging leaves of the bush in front of her were drenched, and a sizable puddle was beginning to form in the soil about its roots. "Wow," remarked Typhoon, glancing down at the impressive scene. "Now that's impressive. I mean I knew you had to go pretty bad, but I didn't expect anything like this. If I didn't know better I'd say you must've been holding it all day. I've been holding it since this morning after all, and just look at the difference." "How... how could you tell?" Aquamarine muttered. "Hmm?" "How could you tell I had to go?" this time she turned her head to ask the plaintive question. "I was trying not to be obvious, but if you could tell that easy then I must not be that good at hiding it..." "Oh, that," Typhoon replied with a giggle and a dismissive wave. "It's the way you crossed your legs, see. It's exactly like what my friend Jubilation does. You know about her, right? The tiny Asian girl? Well if you ask me she must have a tiny bladder to match, because that girl has to go pretty much all the time, and whenever she doesn't want anyone to notice she always crosses her legs in the exact same way." "Oh... well, Jubilation is a lot more famous than me, so I guess if it works for her it must be good enough to keep most people from noticing." "You don't need to hide it from me anyway, you know." Typhoon plucked a broad leaf from the bush as she said this and she began to pat herself dry. "I mean after all, we're friends, right?" Hearing this, Aquamarine's face blossomed into a big grin, and she nodded happily. As the two walked back to the lagoon, she spoke up again. "So um, now that we're friends... my name's Nadia." "Oh, that's right, I never told you my real name either. I'm Orola." The two heroines reached the lagoon, slipped back into the water and got back to relaxing, and Orola got a mischievous grin. "So Nadia, if you don't mind my asking... today wasn't your first public accident, was it?" Nadia blushed fiercely at the question (as much as her complexion allowed, that is) and hesitantly answered "Um... well, not exactly. I guess I can tell you about it, since we're friends now." With that, she started to explain all about the side effects of her powers, and all about her previous experiences with wetting accidents. But that's a story for another chapter.
  20. Hey everyone, When I try wetting, I like to imagine someone, most times a girl, being disgusted with me. It makes me feel embarrassed, which I like in wettings. I've found some pictures on google images of girls looking grossed out, or shocked, or laughing, but does anyone know where I can find more? Also, can we write some humiliating things to say to someone when they're wetting? Is anyone else into this? Thanks!
  21. Here is the original summary: A sortcore furry novella showing two sexually inexperienced young adults and their interactions as they learn about each other as friends, objects of desire, and lovers, through the exploration of their beliefs and their bodies. I have this uploaded on a couple of furry sites, but I figured it would be appropriate here as well considering that it is omorashi oriented. This is maybe a year or so old, so the content of the writing is fairly embarrassing, but somebody asked me to continue an older, similar story to this called Ally, so I decided to upload this instead. If you're interested in other furry omorashi stories--all of which are more recent and higher quality in terms of prose than this--please check the links in my profile that lead to my inkbunny and furaffinity accounts. I will upload another chapter every few days, but all that is currently written for this is currently uploaded to my inkbunny and fa accounts. I will start with the first two chapters, since the omorashi does not begin until chapter two. Chapter One: "God... that feels amazing." "It really does. Shame everyday can't be like this." The wind smelled of pine and the beams of sunlight peaking through the leaves of the Tree helped off-set the cool weather. Each gust of wind caused an uproar, rattling the head of the Tree, and blowing leaves all about the woods to the west. Xavier's hand lingered to his side, plucking blades of grass from their roosts. He twiddled his fingers together, crushing each blade into a tight ball, and tossing it to the nether. Next to him was a beautiful woman -- though he did not dare put his hands on her. It wasn't as if he didn't crave. Grass was the last thing he wanted to feel between his fingers, but his hands remained between their hips, as he was not willing to risk something so special over greed and lust. All he needed was patience. She had become increasingly comfortable with him as their relationship developed, and he could tell that she wanted it too. "Have you ever traveled?" He looked over at her in response. "Wait..." She looked at him and squinted. "Have I asked you that before?" He chuckled. "I don't think so, but you might of. I could have forgotten... And to answer your question, I haven't. Well, unless you count here." "Oh yeeeaaaah, you came down here from up north..." She looked back up at the sky. "You must be liking the weather even more than me." "Oh, you can't even imagine." "Not a fan of the cold?" "I don't really think anybody is when you lived somewhere as cold I did... I am sure it is a lot nicer down here, though." She looked at him with a look of excitement. "Our winters are great. I mean, you get your cold days, like, the kinds of days that you might even put on a jacket for, but honestly, it is just really nice most of the time. If anything, it gets too hot..." "I've heard bad things about the summers." "Ugh! The summers are terrible! When he looked over, she was again looking at the sky. Reflexively, his eyes shot down her body, admiring it. He couldn't believe someone so real and down to earth could have a body like hers; like something out of a fantasy. His hand clutched the ground as he also turned to face the clouds. In his peripheries, he saw her look over at him. She examined him for only a few moments before looking back toward the clouds as well. Xavier forced his mind back into focus. "And what about you? Have you ever traveled." He turned to face her, this time stealing a glance of her body before looking to her face, in a means so rapid and inconspicuous it startled even him. "Wait.... Have I asked you that before" She giggled. "No, I've never been anywhere other than here. I've been to the city before, but as you've seen, there isn't much going on there." "Never seen any... skyscrapers, or anything like that?" "Nope. Nothing even close. Unless you count movies and the internet and stuff. Biggest building I ever saw was for some bank building when we went to the city. Or maybe one of the hotels.... Either way, they were big, but they weren't really all that big." "No, I know what you mean. I've never really seen anything that big myself." "Even in the city?" "Nah, our city didn't really have anything that impressive. I saw some decently large ones like you described pretty often, but they tend to... lose their oomf I guess." "Did you ever stay in any of them? The hotels?" "Have I ever stayed in a hotel?" "You know! The big ones." "Yes, I've stayed in big hotels." "And was it on the higher floors?" "That... I can't really remember. I was pretty young." "... You answered my question like you had." She responded with mild annoyance. "I answered the question that you asked. Nothing more. Nothing less." He smiled. "Hmf." "... And what about you?" "What about me? Have I ever stayed in a big hotel? You should know I haven't." "I should?" "Yes. Why would ever have a reason to stay in a big hotel if I've never left the state?" "I... suppose that is true." He squinted. "But its a little presumptuous." "I disagree. Sometimes people should be presumptuous." "... But then how do you disagree? You just said it is presumptuous." "That wasn't my point. I was just saying that... presuming would have made more sense than what you did." "What I did?" "Yes, you took the easy way out. You could have assumed that I have never stayed in a hotel, it would have been perfectly reasonable." "And was what I said not reasonable?" "No, just spineless.". "Well..." There was silence following his verbal defeat. With anyone else, it would have been awkward, but with Erin there was a sense of mutual recognition, and they accepted it wordlessly. Each moment spent together was better than if it had been spent apart, and this was the only truth they needed to undo any degree of awkwardness that might linger. They remained silent for a number of minutes. Xavier's focus shifted back to the atmosphere surrounding them. There wasn't anywhere he would have rather been. "Xavier...?" A rare tone for her: inquisitive but cautious. "Yeah?" She paused for a few moments before speaking: "Have you...?" Her voice quickly trailed off. "... Have I what?" "No... it's nothing." "Nothing...? Are you sure? Because now you have me curious." "It isn't important." "Isn't important implies it is still a thing... You can't just leave me hanging. Come oooon." She paused for a moment, before swallowing and looking over at Xavier. "Have you ever touched, like... a breast?" She bobbed her chin downward, as if she were motioning toward her own. "Uh," he chuckled, "what?" "Yeah, yeah, it was nothing." "Oh. Oh, no. It was definitely something. It was extremely something." "It really wasn't." They were both silent. Xavier did not feel uncomfortable, but he could not confidently say for Erin; though his continuous staring at her made it abundantly clear the topic had not been dropped. He sighed. "Honestly? No. I am embarrassed to admit that, but no, I've never touched... a breast." "Oh." She had an uncharacteristic lack of emotion in her voice. "That's good." "... That's good? Why is that good?" She blushed. "Am I supposed to want you to have touched breasts?" "I honestly didn't think you'd care." He laughed. She didn't respond for several moments. Xavier worried he had offended her, but couldn't get an accurate read on her expression. "Do you wanna touch mine-?" "-Yeah, that would be awesome." She looked at him, blushing harder, looking violated as she crossed her arms over her chest. "God, you didn't have to reply so quick." He chuckled. "Sorry." "It is like you knew what I was going to say..." "I guess my mind just kinda honed in... Can you blame me?" Their was a brief silence as the stealth compliment registered in her brain. He waited for her to follow up, worrying she would change her mind and retract the offer. But staring into the amorphous patterns of white and crimson that covered her black fur left him feeling hopeful and even confident. She uncrossed her arms and adjusted herself, sighing as her face became emotionless. "Okay, I am ready." "So, I can touch them?" She licked her bottom lip nervously. "Yeah." He swallowed heavily, hoping she did not overhear it. His hand balled into a fist as he wondered how he should do it. Was he to do it quickly? And in that display his politeness and restraint? Or would that in fact insist a lack of passion, and peg him as the unromantic type? Would he do it slowly, and savor the experience? Or would this land him a spot in her mind as lewd and disconcerting? Could he just ask her? Why did such a question feel taboo in the first place? How did such a pleasurable moment become a test of this personality? ...Or was it intended to be that? He silenced his thoughts, knowing they had become presumptuous and absurd. There was only one answer to his question and it wasn't in his thoughts, but in his body. He lifted his hand, heart about to burst from his chest, and he placed it gently on her breast, taking note of the surprising softness of the fur in that area. Her eyes closed, and when he pressed down, she pushed back with her chest. He lightly squeezed, and she moaned to herself, quickly captivated by the moment. Xavier figured they were no bigger than b-cups, but they matched her shape well. She had a fairly average build, but slightly bottom heavy, with hips and thighs that were large enough to stand out in intimate settings, but conservative enough to go unnoticed in casual ones. He squeezed again and let his hand linger for several more moments before begrudgingly pulling away. When he removed his hand her eyes opened, and through a mask of red, she glanced at him, before quickly looking away. It was a candid moment for her, and with her permission, he had not only the right to observe it, but the pleasure of causing it. It was apparent through his experience that the social test he perceived was not for him, but for them, and the pressure had been equal for them both. "Well?" She asked, seeming offended. "It was amazing." "... Good." "It seemed like you enjoyed it too." "Well..." He took solace in his verbal victory, having equaled the score. But of even bigger concern was the question of what to do next-- a question that, strangely enough, had only just then occurred to him. Was he to pursue the obvious romantic que which had been dropped, or play the cool route and let things happen as they would? And then, as if his current conundrum wasn't complex enough, there was the unspoken reaction of the heterosexual male in hand-to-breast situations. He was afraid to look down, feeling the tension quickly growing in his lower body --much to his dismay. She was not going to be the only one put in a directly vulnerable position that day, and no matter how he tried to relax himself, he knew once the process had begun, there was no stopping it. Surely, she would notice it, and then what? Would she comment on it? Would she be pleased by the sight? Disturbed? Surprised? Or even stranger, expectant... Then again, maybe expecting it was the most normal thing a person could do. He pondered this, trying to think of way to avoid the awkward situation that was awaiting him when she inevitably noticed the extra half foot protruding from his body. It was then he was struck with an epiphany, something that felt both comfortable and progressive, without being cliched -- but bold and not without its risks. He swallowed, knowing the next few moments, regardless of what he did, would be emotionally stressful; though in their stress he found a taste of something potent and enslaving, and so he took deep pleasure in this state, finding its rawness appealing. "Hey, Erin." She looked over at him curiously, with a glassy expression that was reflective, honest, and above all, fragile. "Have you ever kissed a guy?" Her eyes widened slightly and her lips parted. She quickly fixed her expression, catching her own candicy after the fact. She was left red and consumed. "I..." She blinked. "I..." A smile crept on her lips. Before she could answer, a wave of amusement seemed to come from nowhere and overtake her. She started off with stifled giggles, but they soon erupted into genuine laughter. Xavier smiled for a moment, waiting to see if the apparent joke would dawn on him too, but when he did not laugh, he felt himself become unnerved. She seemed to realize her poor timing, because she forced an apology out between giggles, but soon fell back into a state of continuous laughter. "Wow, that's pretty cold." He tried to sound cool, as if he had shrugged it off, but there was still a chill to his tone. "No... No... I am so.... I am sorry." She was quickly getting herself back under control. "I really didn't mean it like that. I swear." She struggled to catch her breath. "That was just... Oh my God, Xavier, don't do that again, I almost freakin' peed myself." "... Why?" She looked at him with a sympathetic deadpan. "Look, it wasn't like... you or anything. It was just, the situation. It was too much. It's like... that happened so fast. And I mean, of all the things you could have said..." She smiled to herself in mock amusement. "Oh. Well, I am sorry if I took it a little quick." He chuckled, trying to play his earlier offense off as tastefully as he could. "No, no, it's not your fault. It was a really... sweet way for you to follow that up. And, I mean, there is a chance I would have started laughing from... anything. It's just, I didn't expect that at all!" "... You didn't expect it? Well, if you didn't expect that, what exactly did you expect?" "What did I expect?" She was taken aback. "You can't ask me something like that! What am I supposed to say?" "What do you mean 'what are you supposed to say?'" He laughed. "Just answer honestly." "And what if I didn't know what to expect? What if I kinda felt like... it wasn't my job to know what was next. " She blushed and turned away from Xavier. "Oooh, I see. So all the pressure was on me." "You're one to complain." She looked at him with an eye brow raised. He laughed. "True." "You've got a lot to learn, Xavier." "Maybe. But it sounds like you do too, Erin. That expression you made when I asked, I kinda wanted to laugh myself." She turned to him with a frown and smacked him on the arm. "You should consider yourself lucky." She turned away again and crossed her arms. "Oh, I do. I do." "Oh? You do?" she glared at him with skepticism. "I wonder if its for the right reasons." "... What if I said it was for all of them? Instead of just the right ones?" She smiled softly and turned to face him. "Then I would say you're a fast learner."
  22. Howdy, My back story has a very rough patch, involving a sexual assault at the age of 10. The story is a bit too intense for this site, but one thing that I can admit was that during the assault, I'd wet myself in fear. I ran home and it was very obvious that I'd had an accident. Before then, I'd had a rather pleasant intentional wetting in the (near) privacy of my home. I feel that had the assault not happened, I might have had a more stable sexual awakening. Due to the assault, I repressed all of my sexual feelings. I struggled with PTSD and the aftermath of my parents not knowing how to deal with a daughter who they said was 'possessed.' I did do intentional wettings several times in my adult years, but they felt more about control than a sexual nature. I am working to come to terms with the things that I feel arouse me sexually, which includes observing videos of fear wetting. I feel ashamed of being aroused by videos (from films and anime) of people experiencing trauma great enough to lose control. When I wet now, there is still shame from that assault. Recently, I've been having unpleasant stress incontinence spurts due to allergies and a nagging cough. I am ashamed and I am terrified that I will be in public and lose control. Anyone that has wet in fear, are you attracted to fear wetting videos? Does anyone have shame that dampens the sexual pleasure that you feel when wetting? How do you deal with shame or the fear of the accidental loss of control in public? How have you gotten past the embarrassment of a previous public accident? Thanks for reading and any replies! -hoimi #~_~#
  23. I had my first genuine accident in quite some time on Saturday. I didn't enjoy it - I'm hypocritical in that I'm much more into accidents than deliberate wettings but absolutely hate my own accidents and react pretty badly to them, and I've never deliberately wet myself in public because I'm too embarrassed. I hope you enjoy it though! So I went for a day trip to a neighbouring country by ferry to enjoy the snow and do some mountain activities. Since I spent most of the day on the mountain I was wearing boots, grey jeans (not very dark), 3 layers of clothing and a jacket. I never use public toilets when abroad unless they are unisex because I'm too scared of how people might act. Usually I hold it in until I'm at the hotel but since this was a day trip, there was no hotel this time. I was on a tour with a coach so I planned to use the bathroom on the coach, but it turned out it didn't have one. So I knew I was going to be in for a few rough hours in the evening until I boarded the ferry back home (most people sleep on the ferry so if worst comes to worst I could dare use the toilets there because they'd likely be empty). Anyway, had a really fun day, and by the time the coach was on the way back to the port I had to go quite a bit. Not quite desperate but bothersome and - since I'm into omorashi - also enjoyable. So when we got to the ferry I decided I would hold it for the 2 hour trip and go at home. What I forgot was that although I hadn't had a lot to drink during the day since I left my bottle of water in the coach, I had had quite a bit at dinner and it was all making its way to my bladder. So there I am, next to the window seat getting very desperate very quickly. At this point I was in pain and wasn't enjoying it anymore. I would have gone to pee but the man sitting next to me was a stranger and he was asleep after a tiring day. Ever shy, I was too embarrassed to wake him up just so I could go to the toilet so I just held it (at least for a while ). It was quite hot on the ferry so I took of my jacket and one layer of clothing to allow more room for the rest of my clothing and hopefully ease the pressure on my stomach/bladder region. Again, too embarrassed to undo my zipper or belt. I was squirming in my seat with one hand in my crotch, taking it away whenever someone passed (thankfully not often). I was scared that I wouldn't make it and started panicking and that never helps. The man next to me slept for the entire trip and it started dribbling out when there were about 30 minutes left. I didn't know what to do so I stayed in the same position except my heart was beating a million times faster. Just a couple of minutes later I couldn't hold it any longer and full on peed myself, panties, jeans, socks, boots and all. Most of it ended up in my boots so not much made it on the carpeted floor (if at all) and there was a dark spot on my jeans which was visible but not so much in the darkness. The tears came as soon as I realised I couldn't stop because I hadn't had a public unintentional accident in years but luckily I cried silently and the man next to me slept on, oblivious to what the girl next to him had just done. I used some tissues to dry my face and also the tiny puddle on the chair as best I could then just hid beneath my jacket. When we arrived I sat as long as I could, acting as though I was waiting for the rest of the queue to get off first. Eventually I had to wear my jacket because it was almost midnight so I tried to disguise my wet jeans using shopping bags and hoped no one would notice the dark spot in the darkness of the night. Luckily there was no customs or security to go through (which is stupid to be fair) so I just had to walk straight out as fast as I can to find my mum's car, who was picking me up. She knows the struggles I face and was sympathetic but it didn't make me feel much better about having wet myself. I can only be a bit excited about it now that's it over.
  24. (Just a quick note. This is not a sequel to my original fic featuring Eruka, nor is it a repost of the same work. It is a rewriting of the same story with added parts, grammar corrections, better flow in my opinion, and just general improvements. I have not yet decided whether I want to just continue on making new fics, or do revisions for all of my own ones. If this violates some kind of rule, my apologies in advance. As a final note, It has come to my attention that Eruka is older than I once thought, however, I still do not know if she is old enough to be considered an "adult." As such, I will take the safe route and refer to her as "girl" rather than "woman." Let it be known that the Wiki does in fact refer to her as "woman.") Eruka's eyes shot wide open as she sat up in bed, shaking and sweating profusely, her breath hitching in her throat. It was another night of fitful sleep for the poor girl, as she was plagued by the same recurring nightmare yet again. Though, she was not surprised that she couldn't escape a dream where she was being bound and eaten slowly by giant snakes, because she couldn't escape a similar fate in real life either. The past few months had been filled with anxiety and fear for the young witch, all because her and her dear friend literally could not keep their mouths shut. It all began when she and her aforementioned friend decided to confront a witch that they believed was jeopardizing the entire Witch Order. Said witch retaliated by shoving her bony finger into their mouths and far enough down their throats that it almost made Eruka gag, even just thinking about it. Only later did they come to realize that they had been infested with magical snakes from that moment, and the realization came at a grave cost, the life of Eruka's closest friend. Eruka had no desire to die, but with hundreds of snakes writhing around inside her, she had no choice but to commit to a life of servitude to the middle Gorgon Sister, Medusa. Of course, for a time, the Frog Witch had wondered if the commitment had been worth it. She had to live every day under Medusa's beck and call, and should she dare step out of line, she faced immediate execution. Even when Medusa had supposedly been killed, she learned quickly that she could not go back to her old life. The witches had deemed her a traitor for helping to liberate Free, an immortal imprisoned by the Witch Order for stealing the eye of the Grand Witch. She couldn't live a normal life, as many witches wanted her dead, since the return of the Kishin that she assisted with put Shibusen on high alert, which meant that many witches couldn't even afford to go outside anymore. She ruled out giving herself up to Shibusen in hopes of a life in prison, since their students literally eat the souls of her people. So in a way, Eruka was almost a little glad when Eruka came to recruit her once again. It meant she could live the life she was meant to have, wild and chaotic. Still, there was always the sinking feeling that anytime she wanted, Medusa could end her with a flick of the wrist. Once the young witch had calmed herself down sufficiently, she began looking around in her half awake state, and almost had another mini-panic attack. It took her a moment to remember why she couldn't see anything. Muttering a quick incantation under her breath, a purple flame sprung to life on a sconce that hung on the wall, bathing the small cobblestone room in violet light. It wasn't much of a living space, only furnished with an uncomfortable medieval bed that she had to use magic to refurbish, and a few more modern pieces of furniture that she and free had made, such as a dresser, a desk, a bookcase, a chair, and a nightstand. The girl swung her legs over the edge of the bed, placing bare feet on the cold stone floor. Letting the blanket fall as she got to her feet, she stretched out a bit as she mumbled yet another spell, getting her dresser to open up, and making her clothes float over and begin dressing her on their own. Stepping into her underwear, they slid up her legs on their own as the matching piece fastened itself around her chest. Likewise, she stepped into a pair of pantyhose that stretched up her legs as her dress fell down over her. Rolling her head around to try and pop a crick in her neck, she sat down and let her boots place themselves on her feet, and finally, her hat sit itself upon her head. Standing once again, the young witch made her way out into the long stone hallway, lit only by similar sconces and torches, though these were lit with an eerie sort of black flame, casting dim light. Ever since she had been recruited once more, Medusa had been basing her operations in a dreary old castle in the middle of a dense, fog-covered woods. It was far from the most comfortable place Eruka had slept, but, at least it had a bed and indoor plumbing. This was very convenient for the young witch, as Eruka was the kind of person that needed the bathroom first thing after she woke up. So far, this hadn't been a problem. Free, the previously mentioned escaped convict, was usually the last one awake. The Mizune sisters woke before her, and all bathed together, so they weren't a problem. Eruka had no idea when Medusa went to the bathroom, as she spent most of her time in the big, spooky room she watched her crystal ball in. So it was very odd to find the door to the bathroom locked when Eruka came by. She knocked loudly. "Hello!?" she calls. "Eruka! What are you doing here!?" The voice was gruff and masculine, belonging to Free. Eruka couldn't help but let a blush creep onto her face. "What are you doing awake so early ribbit!?" "What are you talking about! I always get up around this time." Eruka's blush was replaced by a pale white as all color left her face. If Free was right on schedule, that meant she was late, which meant that she was late to meet with Medusa. Their leader had been kind enough to tailor around their sleeping schedules, though she insisted that no later than 10 minutes after they normally awoke, they would be in the main room, meditating and awaiting the meeting. The hallways were filled with the sound of Eruka's boots clicking heavily as she ran down the hall towards the castle's main chamber. Once the witch pushed the doors to the main chamber open, she got a knot in her stomach and a sinking feeling around her chest. Medusa was glaring down at the doorway from her seat high above the level that her subordinates usually sat at. Eruka couldn't apologize fast enough. "Sorry Medusa! I was..." "Sit." Medusa says, cutting off Eruka's speech with a harsh and forceful tone.The frog witch nodded and swallowed, going and taking her place sitting next to the Mizune sisters, criss-crossing her legs and and staring at her lap. Somehow, Medusa still manage to be terrifyingly intimidating in the body of a little girl, and Eruka didn't know whether than made Medusa a truly terrifying witch, or made her a pathetic coward, but either way, she was bound by the threat of death to said small child, so she had to follow commands. The Snake Witch said nothing about Eruka's tardiness to her, which scared the girl even more, as Medusa wasn't the kind of person to berate you verbally. No, Medusa was the kind of person to find some way to torture you later, after you had forgotten all about the incident that upset her in the first place. It was about ten minutes before Free showed up, and during this time, Eruka had nothing to do but be with her thoughts. And during this time, she became quite aware of a pressure in her lower extremities. The disruption in her morning routine had forced her to abandon going to the bathroom in the morning, making her need to urinate as she sat, waiting for Medusa to hand out tasks or briefings for the day. But Medusa didn't say anything once Free arrived, much to the confusion of all of them. Of course, none of them dared say anything, as each of them had their own reasons not to, whether out of fear or respect to Medusa. This, however, only worsened Eruka's experience. She had been hoping that the meeting would be over with quickly so that she could go and relieve herself before going to carry out her duties. But Medusa said nothing, for twenty, thirty, forty minutes, all the way one until she was pushing an hour of them just sitting there. By then, the Frog Witch had become very uncomfortable, shifting around where she sat, biting her lower lip every so often. Around the thirty minute mark, she had switched the way she was sitting, her knees together and forward, her butt resting on the back of her ankles. This was so she could push her thighs together without attracting too much attention from those around her. But it was getting to the point where Eruka was shifting around so much that Free and the Mizunes were beginning to take notice. "What is she waiting for Ribbit!? I've gotta go damn it!" she thinks to herself as she rests her palms on her thighs, grabbing the hem of her dress softly, shifting her hips back and forth slightly once again. Though, as she moved, her face lit up bright red as she felt her bladder begin to tingle, and she had to fight against her body's natural urge to let a few drops of urine leak out. She shut her eyes and scrunched up her face a bit as she tensed up, grabbing the hem of her dress tight. "nonono! Hold it! Hold it~!" "There's nothing of note that needs to be said today." Eruka was surprised to hear Medusa's voice high above them. She turned her gaze up immediately, trying to appear natural as the urge faded away, letting her grip on her dress loosen up. "Free and Mizune sisters, you are dismissed" Eruka felt a frown spread across her face as Medusa purposely left her out of the dismissal. The large man and all of the tiny Mouse Witch Sisters filed out of the room in silence, and only the loud clang of the door shutting brought absolute silence once more. Once again, Eruka was left alone in silence to her thoughts, a bit nervous now that she knew she had to fight off having an accident actively. She couldn't remember ever having to go so bad that she had to actively keep herself from having an accident. So, just as a precaution, she adjusted herself so that she was sitting on the heel of her boot. It definitely was not the most comfortable position, but she didn't want to risk having some sort of accident in front of Maria. It was fifteen minutes before the Snake Witch spoke up again, looking down at Eruka with...eyes that were almost kind. That was scary. Eruka didn't like Medusa when she was being nice. "Eruka, make a run into town with me." The girl had to keep herself from groaning. It was no new job, as there was only so much you could do to make a medieval castle self sustaining. It wasn't uncommon that Eruka and Medusa had to go to the nearby town for things like food, laundry soap, toiletries, and other such things. "Now!? This is the worst time!" Eruka screams internally, but of course she wouldn't dare voice these thoughts. Instead, she flashed Medusa a smile and nods. "Sure thing Lady Medusa." she says, feigning pleasure at having an easy task for the day, "but do you mind if I take care of something first?" she asks, deciding to see if Lady Medusa was truly in a good mood, and feeling generous, or if this was somehow her punishment for showing up late. She had her answer when Medusa's eyes became narrow and angled, and she felt a sharp poke in her stomach. The poke and shock of the even itself brought back her desire to pee, making her tense up where she stood, all color draining from her face. "Uhm...never mind ribbit. I'm ready to leave when you are." The smaller witch smiles warmly, her eyes returning to normal as she opened the door with magic, motioning for Eruka to follow behind her. The girl had always wondered how Medusa was able to make her eyes do that, but she chalked it up to magic and left it at that. She followed Medusa through the stone corridors in near-silence, the only ambient noise being the clicking of her own boots on the floor, overpowering the soft padding of Medusa's bare feet on the ground. The two witches continued on in silence until they reached a staircase, that led up to a hidden entrance on the surface. Of course the smaller witch had no problem climbing the stairs, but Eruka, whose bladder had not let up on its desire to be emptied, gave her a sharp twinge every time she lifted her leg. As they reached the surface, the two girls had to climb out of a cellar and through several layers of bushes, then hide the entrance to the underground passage once again. Then, they had to walk through the woods until they found a small wooden building, inside of which were a collection of broomsticks, belonging to Eruka, Medusa, and The Mizune sisters. The two retrieved their respective broomsticks, and cast a few charms to hide them from sight, and put their soul protect on. Medusa climbed upon her broomstick, hanging both feet off of one side, and flying high into the air. Eruka, who had always rode her broomstick in a more traditional way, spread her legs to straddle the handle. As she did, she felt a sharp pang of pain in her bladder, and before she could react, she could feel a few tiny drops leak into her underwear. Thinking as quickly as she could, she found a way to put pressure on her crotch, by dropping hard onto her floating broomstick, wincing and making a small noise, tensing up in pain and gripping the handle of the broom in a vice grip. She had to sit there like that for a moment, leaning forward and pressing herself into the broomstick, before she felt the pain and the urge to pee fade away. Deciding she would stay like this for the whole ride, Eruka tugged her hat down over her forehead and hovered up high, taking off after Medusa. It took about twenty minutes of flying, but eventually, the two reached a nearby town where they usually bought all their things they needed for daily life. By now it was a routine procedure, the two witches landed in a dark secluded alleyway, and Medusa took the brooms further in to hide them. As soon as she smaller witch was around the corner, Eruka wrapper her legs around each other and bent her knees, making a quiet whimper noise. Her bladder began protesting as soon as she was off her broom, but with Medusa around, there wasn't much she could do but grin and bear it. She didn't want to find out what would happen if she began acting truly desperate in front of who was for all intents and purposes her master. This urge lasted longer than the others, and it didn't help that during her facade in front of Medusa, she had leaked a tiny leak into her underwear, and the warm, wet fabric was teasing her, tantalizing her with sweet relief. But, at last, she managed to get herself under control enough to walk around behind a dumpster, and remove a brick to retrieve a pile of money, which Medusa's snakes had been pickpocketing between now and the last time they came to town.Not long after, Medusa returned, and the two set off. The girls walked hand in hand as to draw as little suspicion as possible. After all, Medusa looked no older than seven, so it would be expected that she was under heavy supervision when out shopping in town. This meant Eruka had to appear to be leading, so she was setting the pace at which they walked, which was unbearably slow compared to how fast Medusa wanted to walk. The Frog Witch's strides were hindered by her pressing her thighs tightly together, in an effort to contain the contents of her swelling bladder. Luckily for her, the alley they landed in was near the convenience store they normally shopped at. Entering the store, she grabbed a basket, and began leading Medusa through the aisles. Ever so often, Medusa would tug on her hand, indicating that she needed to grab whatever they were currently standing in front of. Making their way through the aisles twice, once for the left side, and once for the right side, the woman told her to grab a few assorted food items, air freshener, laundry detergent, disposable silverware and paper plates, toilet paper and other toiletries, and a small package of pens. By the end of the trip through the mart, Eruka was absolutely dying to get back home and relieve herself, having to shift her weight around from foot to foot where she stood, and wiggle her hips back and forth, bending at the knees and clenching her hands when Medusa wasn't looking or holding her hand. Finally, it looked like they were ready to leave, when all of a sudden, Medusa yanked down on her arm. "Big sis! I have to pee!" Just the word made Eruka cringe. Medusa HAD to be messing with her. There was no way that this was coincidence. "heh...we...we have to get home to meet mom on time. Can't you hold it." Medusa tugged on Eruka's arm even harder, and the girl knew that this was no joke as she felt another sharp poke in her stomach. "No! I gotta pee now!" The girl sighs in defeat and nods, guiding Medusa over to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the convenience store's bathroom only accommodated one at a time. Medusa stepped inside, and made a show of telling Eruka not to come in, before shutting the door and locking it behind her, leaving the Frog Witch to wiggle around outside the door. "At least I can squirm freely out here." She thinks, allowing her legs to freely wrap around one another, dropping her hips low, and letting her but stick out a bit as she wiggles, bringing one leg up, letting it down, and bringing the other leg up in an obvious pee dance. Coupled with the time she had spent sleeping, and the time from last night, it had been nearly 14 hours since the last time Eruka had used the bathroom, and it was catching up with her hard. It only became worse when she heard the steady sound of liquid rushing into the toilet behind the door. Apparently, Medusa had not been lying, that, or she was being very evil and using something to pour water into the toilet. Whatever she was doing, it made Eruka's bladder spasm. She could feel urine rushing down, on its way out, and did the only thing she could think of. Throwing her hands down, she pushed her dress down between her tightly shut thighs, grabbing her crotch through the fabric, groaning and wiggling on the spot. "This is torture ribbit! I swear I'll never be late again!" she whimpers in her own head as tears form in the corners of her eyes. Things got even worse when, after a brief silence, Eruka heard the toilet flush. Again, she could feel a leak on its way out, but she could also hear the door opening at the same time. Doing the only thing she could think of, she opened her thighs a bit to let her dress out, and uncrossed her legs, pulling her hands out and folding them together in front of her. This action brought about consequence in the form of a heavy leak spurting out of her, soaking her underwear, which had all but dried out between then and her last leak. The blush on her face was undeniable, but Medusa made no comment on it as she took Eruka's hand again. Rushing as much as she could, she brought the older woman up to the check out counter, and began letting the cashier ring them up. "Is this your daughter?" The question was a shock to the poor Frog Witch, partially because she had not been expecting to be pulled into conversation with an employee, but also because she was slightly offended. What part of her made her look old enough to have a seven year old kid! What a b*tch! "Uhm...no. She's my sister Ribi....." Eruka ended her sentence with a cough to cover up her slip, forgetting about her verbal tick for a moment. It was always a pain whenever they came out that Eruka had to consciously keep herself from saying "ribbit" as she usually did, though now, with her focus divided, it was even more difficult to remember. The cashier blushed a bit, looking embarrassed. "Oh! I'm sorry!...its just..you don't really look alike." She apologizes (sort of) as she continues bagging up their stuff. Eruka nods and decides to let it go, allowing silence to fall between them again. "So...I like your hat." This girl was persistent. "thanks..." Eruka replied roughly, trying to get the girl to stop. "Where did you get it?" Eruka had to physically stop herself from snapping at the girl by biting her tongue momentarily, before speaking once more. "I made it." "Oh really! That's so cool! 87.88 is the total." Eruka quickly paid and grabbed the bags before the girl could ask any more questions. She was also rushing because she was sure that she could smell out the faintest hint of urine on herself. It may have just been because she was self conscious about her leak, but she didn't want to take that chance. As soon as they exited the store, she turned to head back into the alley, but she felt a familiar poke in her stomach, wincing and tensing up, shaking as the pain forced another leak out of her, warming her now-chilled crotch, and she could swear she felt a bit of wetness rolling down her pantyhose as well. "Sis! I'm hungry." The Frog Witch knew it would be no use arguing, so she sighed and turned around. She took Medusa's hand again and let her lead the way, picking the restaurant. The older witch settled on a smaller diner, which Eruka was almost grateful for. She wanted to sit down, figuring it would be easier to hold back her pent-up pee that way, and wondering if she could find a way to use the restaurant's bathroom. Once inside, they were quickly seated by a pretty-looking waitress with sandy blonde hair bound back into a ponytail. She led them to a booth by a window in a non-smoking section of the diner, and as soon as Medusa was situated in her booster seat, Eruka wasted no time asking her question. "Excuse me miss, where's the bathroom?" she asks, standing with her legs locked tight together, setting their bags down on the outside of the table. The young woman only shakes her head. "Sorry dear, but some hooligans came in earlier and trashed the bathrooms. We have them both closed off until we can get someone in there to repair them." Of course, why had she expected anything different? Resigning herself to at least another hour of torture, Eruka slid in across from Medusa, keeping her thighs locked tightly together. Even if Medusa hadn't known she needed to go, she definitely knew now, and Eruka was confident that she would find some way to make the next hour torturous for her. The woman set a menu down in front of Eruka, and children menu with a coloring mat on it in front of Medusa, before she pulled out a notepad. "Any drinks to start off?" Eruka felt her heart sank. Just the thought of consuming liquid made a sharp pain rush through her lower body. She crossed her legs tight, wincing. "Uhm...c-could we have a minute?" She asks, wanting to compose herself before dealing with the question again. Medusa made a pouting face, but the woman nods and leaves them to look at their menus. Figuring that it was important she at least try to look natural, Eruka opened up her menu, and immediately regretted it with every fiber of her being. Her eyes were assaulted with imagery of liquids sloshing around in tall glasses with droplets of condensation dripping down them. Blushing bright red, Eruka felt a hot rush of liquid between her legs, pee spurting out of her, soaking through her underwear and running between her thighs. Immediately, she tenses her muscles, stopping the liquid, and pushed a hand between her thighs, pushing her dress down with it, pressing directly into her crotch, crossing her legs over her hand, and bending forward, gritting her teeth,and shutting her eyes tight. "Oh God! Please no! Ribbit! Please stop! I'm wetting my pants! I can't! Ribbit!" she thinks, mentally panicking over her large leak. It hurt so much that tears came to her eyes, the burning and stinging of urine right behind her womanhood, begging to be released. Naturally, these movements caught Medusa's attention. "What's 'sa matter big sis!?" She asks, feigning a look of concern. Eruka swallows nervously. "N-nothing...Sis is fine..." Medusa flashed the witch an evil smirk, and then looked down, continuing to color. The sight made Eruka's stomach twist and sink. She knew. She knew and was punishing her with this torture. The young witch bit her lip and fought back tears as she managed to hold back the flood. Eruka watched Medusa grow distracted with the coloring, as apparently some of Rachael, the original owner of the little girl body, had rubbed off on her. She took advantage of this distraction, and reached under her dress, shimmying in her seat and pulling down her pantyhose to inspect the damage. She knew it wasn't going to be good when she saw a glistening dark mark on them. Next, she took her hand away from her crotch, shaking and clenching her muscles to fight off another leak, as apparently her body didn't appreciate the sudden lack of pressure. She grimaced, seeing that there was a small wet spot on the front of her dress, right on one of the white dots, leaving a little bit of yellow discoloration. The sight made her have a revelation. She was sitting on the back of her dress! If she leaked anymore, she's probably end up putting a wet spot on it. She couldn't leak anymore, lest she have to walk out of here in shame. Finally, she made sure nobody was looking, and lifted her dress, revealing grey panties, with white polka dots and trim, matching the color scheme of her dress. The sight wasn't very pretty. The crotch of her panties was darkened to a near-black color, and the polka dots inside the wet patch were an off-yellow color. Swallowing nervously, Eruka sniffled, fending off the urge to cry, and grimaced as she smelled the faint scent of urine wafting up from her lap. Immediately, she let her dress fall again and pulled her pantyhose back up, not wanting anyone to smell pee on her. It was lucky she did it when she did too, as the waitress returned at that exact moment, wanting to know what they wanted. The Frog Witch was at a complete loss. She wasn't hungry, and didn't want to eat anything, potentially bloating her stomach and worsening her problem, but she knew that Medusa would probably call her out on it if she didn't order anything. "W...water...just water..." Just saying the word made Eruka's abdomen throb and scream out in protest. The woman writes it down and turns to Medusa, asking what she wanted in a sweet and fluttery voice. "Grilled Cheese and Lemonade!" The smaller girl answered. Eruka paled and sank down in her seat, squirming under the table and crossing her legs tight. It just HAD to be lemonade! The woman writes it down and heads away, and Medusa returned to her coloring mat, and Eruka was busying herself with trying to picture anything other than a glass of yellow liquid. "Ribbit! Ooooo...I gotta peeee....gotta hold it....gotta hold it...." After a short time, the Waitress comes back with their drinks. Eruka couldn't force herself to look at it, having to grab herself with both hands under the table, pressing hard into her crotch just to contain the flood. "Look sissy!" Eruka looks up as Medusa waves down her attention, then immediately pales once again. Medusa was putting her straw in her drink, putting her finger over the top, pulling it out, removing her finger, and letting the yellow liquid spill back out into the glass. Eruka felt another leak spurt out and through her panties and pantyhose, this time soaking her dress, She shuddered and tenses as hard as she could, grabbing her crotch as hard as she could, gritting her teeth and nearly doubling over. The warm leaks teased her, tortured her. The gently trickling drops running down to the bottom of the seat, soaking into the back of her panties, tickling the bottom of her butt crack, it was all begging her for release, making it unbearable. "P...please stop Ribbit!" Eruka pleads out loud. Medusa almost seemed surprised by the sudden outburst, but them smirks evilly, her eyes changing shape once more as she goes to replace the straw, just as their waitress returns with her food. "oopsie!" Medusa "accidentally" thrust the straw into the cup too hard, sending the yellow-colored drink toppling over and spilling all over the table. The waitress gasps and pouts. "Oh no! Don't worry, I'll get this cleaned up and get another one out to you right away miss.....miss?....Oh my god!" The waitress had been apologizing to Eruka, who just had her head down, appearing to be crying. It was all too much. As the yellow liquid fell, Eruka's face lit up bright red. Both hands were buried in her crotch as she leaned over the table, letting out a long, heavy breath. A sigh of relief. She could feel her bladder contract hard, seeing all the yellow liquid spilled all over, and felt another leak spurt into her underwear, running down between her thighs and into the seat of her clothes again. Then she leaked again, longer, sending the wet spot on her panties nearly up to the front waistband, and further across her butt, making the wet spot where she was holding her dress to her crotch spread out to about the size of a softball. Another leak, and another, the smell of urine became obvious, and it was here that the waitress screamed out, realizing what was happening. Eruka could feel liquid tickling her rear end, the backs of her thighs as well. She was sitting in a small puddle. And then all control was lost. All at once, a muffled, yet still considerably loud, hissing sound came from Eruka's lap. The waitress' scream had attracted the attention of all the patrons around them, and they watched as urine came pouring out of Eruka's tired lips, soaking the front of her dress. A puddle became visible, spreading out under her butt, a second wet spot crawling up the back of her dress, darkening the grey fabric and leaving the white dots a pale yellow color. The puddle then begins spilling over, pee splattering to the floor at Eruka's feet, as well as spilling down the backs of her legs, to form a second puddle on the floor, and start filling her boots with the hot liquid. The urine filled her boots all the way up to her calves, leaving her standing ankle deep in her own pee. Finally, the hissing died down, as the smell of pee began to move to other tables, making people hold their nose, or comment on it, or outright get up and leave. People looking at her were either sympathetic, pitying her, or absolutely disgusted, yelling at her, calling her disgusting. "Sissy had an accident!" Medusa announces, only making it worse. The seat was completely and utterly soaked. There was a puddle of urine underneath Eruka's ass, as well as on the floor around her feet. Her panties, and her dress were absolutely ruined, and her boots probably were too. The waitress was torn between going to get her manager and staying to comfort the girl, despite how disgusting she might be right now. Eruka was silent, sliding out of the booth, standing up. The front of her dress had a giant wet mark on the front, and leftover drops were sent rolling down her soaked pantyhose-clad legs, down into her boots. Another wet spot spread all the way from the top of her hips to the bottom off the dress in the back, widening the further down it went. She leaned over in silence, tears streaming from her eyes, unfastening Medusa's booster seat. "Can we go home ribbit~?" she asks, her voice cracking as she fought to keep from breaking down in sobs in the middle of the diner. Medusa nods, and Eruka picks her up, setting her down and holding her hand, and picking up their shopping bags. "Tell your boss I'm sorry." She says, thrusting the rest of the leftover money into the Waitresses hand and leaving without a word, rushing Medusa outside. As soon as they were out, Eruka broke down in sobs and tears, crying openly as she walked down the street with Medusa in tow, wiping her eyes on her forearm, wanting to avoid her urine soaked hand. She began to shiver as the outside air began to dry out her clothes, leaving her with cold, wet clothes that smelled like pee. The two girls wordlessly made their way back to the alley, mounting their brooms and flying home. Eruka had to deal with the disgusting feeling of wet clothes squishing into her as she rode her broom. She would likely have to wash off her broomstick after this as well. After another twenty minutes of flying, the girls arrived at their hiding spot for the brooms. Putting them away, they again had to make the trek through the woods, and fight through the bushes and cellar doors, and then navigate the corridors back to the main castle, before they finally ended up outside Eruka's room. For the longest time, Eruka had been following Medusa, assuming she would berate her, or punish her in some way, but once they were outside the Frog Witch's room, the smaller girl stopped, which made Eruka stop in turn. She looks over her shoulder with evil, spiteful eyes, but a playful, satisfied grin. "Don't be late again." (I hope this has less grammar errors than the last one and is all in all more pleasant to read. Like I said, I haven't decided if I want to do this for all my fics or not yet, but it partially depends on feedback and reception of this one! I hope you enjoyed it! <^-^>)
  25. We all grew up believing that having an accident is about the most shameful and humiliating thing that could happen to a person. Does anyone have accidents now because the humiliation is a turn on?
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