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  1. Did you keep it a secret from them? Did they find out in the most embarrassing way? Did they tease you for it? Were you open about it?
  2. We had chosen to go to the beach.It was mid-day by the time we pulled up. As students, we weren't exactly great at early mornings. The beach wasn't much, a carpark and a large strech of sand dunes that gradually levelled into a sandy beach. But it was sunny and we had beer, so we were happy. Beth was the first out the car, as per usual, quickly followed by Faye. They made an odd pair. Beth was tiny, petite and gorgeous, with a love of short dresses and a ridiculous dose of confidence. Faye was taller, with white blonde hair that reached her waist. She was...not so confident, to say the least.We wandered down the beach till we found a good spot, and sat for a good couple of hours chatting. By my second beer, my bladder started to feel uncomfortably full. Finally I spoke up."Is there a bathroom anywhere along the beach?" I asked. Beth laughed"Did you see one? Nearest is ten minutes drive from the carpark" she shrugged "Just go here". Faye glanced up, her eyes wide "You can't go here, it's a public place!" She squeaked.I glanced around at the empty beach, hesitant "Where should I go?" I asked, eyeing the nearby dunes, the only real cover. "If you're nervous, I'll go first" Beth offered. I nodded, watching to see where she entered the dunes. Instead she simply got up, walked a metre or so from us, and removed her black lace panties. "You just have to relax, and then..." she trailed off as a few drops fell from under her skirt, followed by a steady stream that splashed into the sand. She went for perhaps thirty seconds before the stream ended and she retrieved her panties.Watching her go had only increased my needs. I had gone from uncomfortably full to having to tense myself to stop any leaks. There was no chance I'd last the walk back, never mind the car journey. "Okay" I sighed, standing up. "Maxine, don't!" Faye grabbed my arm as I stood "It's so...open" she frowned.I pulled my arm away and walked towards where Beth had gone. My shorts meant I had to squat, rather than stand. Despite the fullness of my bladder, it took a few seconds of closing my eyes and breathing steady before the first trickle started to escape me. Instinctively I tensed up, before relaxing enough to start again. I sighed in relief as my discomfort vanished, focussing instead on completely emptying my bladder, till I finally felt done, standing up and pulling up my shorts. Beth applauded jokingly, whilst Faye looked...terrified "Can we go?" She asked. "We've only been here a few hours" I complained "It's an hour and a half walk back to the car...and we've finished our drinks" she argued "Please?".I looked at Beth, who only shrugged and shouldered her bag.Within fifteen minutes walking, I noticed Faye was quiet."Are you okay?" I asked, falling back beside her. "I'm fine" came the reply. "Are you mad at us for wetting on the beach?" Beth joined in "It's fine" Faye muttered. But I couldn't help but feel like it had somehow upset her. Either way, we kept walking. Another fifteen minutes passed. I kept an eye on Faye. Whenever we stopped, she kept figeting. It had been nearly four hours since we reached the beach, and she had drank at least two bottles of water and two beers. But I knew mentioning that would only make her defensive, so I ignored it. No less that ten minutes later, she froze for a few seconds, grabbing her crotch."Faye?" Beth asked. Faye nodded, removing her hand but keeping her legs crossed "How long to the car?" She asked in a strained voice. I told her it was still almost an hour away and she nodded "You okay?" I asked. She grinned sheepishly "I have to...go...a little. But I can hold it"This carried on for the next twenty minutes. Faye went from a normal pace to tiny steps, clutching herself in a way that would have horrified her under any other circumstance. Every now and then a small whimper would escape her, till Beth and I were stopped by a shriek. We turned round to see Faye doubled over, hands between her legs, her face bright red."This is ridiculous!" Beth snapped "Just go into the dunes and go. You're going to hurt yourself if you dont" I nodded in agreement. Despite Beth not being the most sympathetic, she was right. Faye wasn't going to make it to a bathroom like this. "I'll stand guard and check nobody is coming, nobody will see you" I offered. Faye was silent, a humilated blush covering her cheeks as she nodded, edging herself into the dunes with us following. Once in the dunes she unbuttoned her light blue cut-off jeans. I stared at the visible bulge of her bladder before turning away to watch over the dunes. A few minutes passed in silence before I heard a small sob "I can't" I turned around to Faye, awkwardly squatting in the sand. She quickly pulled her jeans up as she saw me, bent double "It hurts so bad but I can't make myself go!" She cried "I just make it hurt more". She looked so upset and pathetic I couldn't help but run over to hug her. She was still bent over, forcing my taller form to awkwardly bob under her. I could feel her bladder, rock hard, barely touching me, as an idea formed in my head. I shifted slightly, so my knee pressed inbetween her legs, forcing them open. Then suddenly pulled her against me with all my might, pushing her bladder into me. "Max!" She yelped. I pushed my elbow into her side to make her jump "Max, stop, I'm-" she choked out, ending in a gasp. For a few seconds I wasn't sure. Then a wet warmth started to soak the front of my shorts where I was pushed against her, sending a tingle of electricity through me. Her head pressed into my shoulder as she moaned in relief as my shorts became heavier and wetter, till her own jeans could take no more and it streamed down her legs, splashing my knee pressed between them and puddling around our feet. As the stream slowed I had to use all my self control to not grind against her, frantic for release. She stepped back, panting slightly, and covered her mouth in horror as she saw the damage. Her pale blue shorts were soaked, almost completely dark, and the front of my black shorts were shiny and dripping "It's okay. It's just an accident" I smiled "Just go tell Beth I'll catch up in a second". She nodded, bolting away. I barely waited to see if she was out of sight before slipping my hand down into my panties, rubbing frantically. Within seconds waves of pleasure exploded through me with such force I crumpled to my knees, into the damp sand. I knelt for a few second, regaining my composure and making the decision that I must try a few more 'accidents' in the future.
  3. AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story contains ENF (Embarrassed nude female) It's not the main focus of the story but it is sprinkled in at some point. I understand it's not everyone else's kink so I'll try to keep it to a minimum. It's been a hot minute since I played Undertale. So if everything isn't perfect... sorry. Also I'm to lazy to play the game again soooooooo yeah. This is just a short story that I thought I'd write. Just for funzies Other than that, thanks for reading! A reply in the comments about anything would be greatly appreciated. Now let's go join the spider boss! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Muffet sat back in her relaxing bath. The day was only half over, but she had done SO much work! From selling doughnuts to running around everywhere, the poor lady needs a break! Her bathtub was pretty much a crater shaped hole in the stone, deep in the spider cave, for privacy obviously... . The whole day she had also been drinking cup after cup of her homemade tea. It hadn't occurred to her yet, but pretty soon she's about to know.... and feel how much tea she truly drank that mourning. Muffet's bladder was sort of full, but she didn't want to move, she was so relaxed! Plus the toilet is right there, she can go whenever she wants! Right?! Half asleep, a familiar noise sneaked up on her. "Huh? Is someone there?" She opened her eyes and looked to her left. The guest was just one of her little spiders. "Oh, hello there little one! I would love to chat right now, but I'm a bit busy at the moment. Also, of all times to bother me... when I'm naked? Really?!" She said a little annoyed. "This better be important!" The spider made a few movements, this is how they can communicate with her. Muffet saw what the spider was saying, and briefly facepalmed. "Ohhhhhh! Right! The human is coming today! I almost forgot, thank you for reminding me!" The spider tried to make a few more movements but was shortly interrupted by Muffet's chatter "This is going to be good, that human is going to learn what spider crushers get for hurting our kind. This is going to be fun!" The spider looked concerned, but on she went still talking. "I can't wait to get rid of that pesky human, my pet is going to eat well today! First I need to get ready... I just need to use the little girls room, then I'll get out in min-" The spider cut her off, and made more distressed movements... Muffet's smile left her face as she let it finish what it was saying. Worried, Muffet responded, "What do you mean it's getting late... what time is it?!" It made some more movements. "1 PM! (GASP) I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" She shot up and stood upright in the tub. "I need to get ready right now! It'll be here shorty!" She looked down to the spider "Leave me alone I'm naked here!" And with that, it ran off scared for it's life. Quickly, she stepped out of the tub and ran around a little, "I guess I'm just gonna have to HOLD it in then, now where the heck are my clothes!" After a bit of running around she found a few spiders on the ground "Quick, all of you! My clothes! Where are they! And stop starring!" One spider awkwardly pointed behind her. Muffet turned her head to see her clothes in a pile "Thanks!" she said before darting towards them. Once there she found her top and bottom. "Good... but what about my underwear?!" She looked around more "Hello? Has no one seen my bra? Or panties?!" After a quick scan of the area, no one was even listening... . "Ugh! Fine! I'll just put them on anyway!" And that she did. "I can't believe this... this isn't even ladylike! Plus it's uncomfortable... but I'm not going to waste time with it, the human will be here soon!" As she speed walked to the main path of the tunnel, the weight of her bladder was starting to get painful. "Blast my tiny bladder! I wish I had just peed earlier! I need to make this quick... I wonder how I could even do that..." Muffet's thoughts had distracted her enough to not realize where she's walking. She ended up tripping over crack in the ground! "AH!" She yelped as she fell forward into clump of webs right in front of the path, and she appeared to be stuck! "What is the meaning of this!" Muffet said as she stood back up on her 2 out of 8 legs. "What- Who did this! HEY! can anyone hear me!" Just then, another spider rushed to her to see what the issue was. "You! Why is this web here?!". The scared spider tried to tell her that was a trap made for the human. "The human! Ohh of course.... darn-it! The human was supposed to fall here, not me!" Muffet struggled more but couldn't get out. "It's to sticky! I can't even get out.... fine then! I'll worry about this later! In the meantime, get out of here and wait for the human to show!" her spider agreed and left. Muffet crossed her top arms and pouted "And I still need to tinkle!" her lower arms grabbed on to her crotch "If I wet myself here I swear to Asgore... " Minuets went by, Muffet was full to bursting at this point! "Hurry up hurry up hurry up! I need this human to show up right now! But finally, her wait was over. There came the small child entering the cave. "(gasp) I need to act natural!" She tried to straighten herself up, but her arms still grasped her crotch. The child walked up the trapped spider to examine her, Muffed greeted the human by saying "Welcome little one, I heard you like crush spiders... is that right?". It looked back at her in confusion. "Frisk... that's your name isn't it? You're going to pay for what you did!". Frisk could tell something was off with her... "Ready to fight... pathetic human?!" Frisk drew her knife and prepared for an attack. Muffet is now realizing something.... she can't move... "Umm human... be a dear... and use that blade of yours to cut me loose." Frisk looked at her in utter confusion. "I-it's so we can have a fair fight! Things aren't going to plan today..." Frisk took a deep breath and put her hands on her hips. "Hey what's that s-supposed-" another huge wave of desperation hit her. "Okay okay! I know it sounds weird but I REALLY need to get out of here!" Again, frisk gave the (why should I care?) look. Muffet's body leaned forward again. "F-forget about the fight! I need-" I spurt of pee shot into her bottoms. This actually made Muffet start to panic and blush... "Cut me out now! Please!" Frisk put away her knife and crossed her arms. "You don't understand! I need-" More pee came out of her "Ahhahaahhh! P-please!" Her mind was racing [hold it in, hold it in, hold it in, hold it in, hold it in, HOLD IT IN! Ahh I can feel it dripping down my thigh! No please stop! STOP PEEING!] But she lost control... "CUT THE W- Ahaaahaaahahhhh!" Pee gushed out of her, a dark spot appeared on her bottoms, it ran down her legs, and onto the ground in the form of a growing puddle. Frisk had absolutely no idea how to react, so she just awkwardly started to walk away. "No! please....." but Frisk kept on walking... Eventually, Muffet was alone. She looked down at the huge mess she's still making. Her hands came off slowly "S-so much pee... oh my this is so embarrassing..." After a minute of that, it stopped. "Ohh no... (sigh), I guess I better clean up here. I need to get out of this web first..." She looked down and realized something about how the web was stuck on her. "The only way out is too... no... never! I'm not doing that!" The web appeared to be only be stuck to her clothes... We see Muffet minutes later... walking though the cave... naked. Her top arms are covering her breasts, her mid arms are covering her butt, and her lower most arms are covering her crotch. It was her walk of shame. She started giving mean looks to the spiders staring at her. But eventually started walking with her head down in shame. Not only was she naked, but she was also covered in pee. Every spider saw their once tough and intimidating boss, walk out of a fight not only naked... but also wet in her own "accident". She had never been this red faced before in her whole life. She was numbed with her own humiliation... The End ----------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading! Any feedback at all would be greatly appreciated! Don't be afraid to say anything, or request something! But anyways... it's been groovy! -Focused Codis
  4. This is a catgirl. I made her up and drew these cute pics of her (pose, squirming, and wet). How'd I do? BTW I'm taking name requests for her!
  5. 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
  6. I had to use the bathroom really bad after lunch. Unfortunately, 2 others got in line for the bathroom before me, and the second kid was in there for an eternity. I kept thinking any second he would be done. At that point in life, I thought there was no way a 6 year old actually pees their pants, that there was nothing to worry about. I dont remember much, but I just kept waiting for him to leave. I needed to go worse and worse, and could no longer st tand still. I kept bouncing up and down, thinking the bathroom would open up any second, but it never happened in time. I dont remember the exact details, but all I remember was not being able to hold it for a few seconds, enough for me to start peeing my pants. I just stood their upset and in shock about this, as I kept peeing. I remember standing there helpless, hearing pee run down to the floor and feeling my jeans and underwear become wetter by the second. Eventually, i was able to stop, but not after my jeans were soaking wet. Then, to my anger 2 minutes later, the kid walks out of the bathroom, and I was able to finish, but it didn't help. I had to walk around In wet clothes the rest of the day. Then later, while on the computers, i had to pee again, and before i could think, i was having an accident a 2nd time, though less than the first. The wetness and weakened bladder must have made me give in quickly, as I peed for around 10 seconds, rewetting the areas that had began to dry. Unlike the first time, I had to walk by more people to get back to the bathroom. I couldn't wait for that day to end.
  7. So this is a little scifi setting I've been mulling around the past month or so. This is one of two projects. One is yet to be posted and an actual piece of fiction. This is an interactive story done in a disco channel so while it does have the length it's a little rough but thoroughly enjoyable thus far. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjsemNhze7U Allow me to set the scene, to paint the canvas through which we will accompany our poor heroine. A small piece of music to help illustrate my vision of a corporate neon future. The San Angeles Metroplex or more commonly known as SANAM City. The remnants of the western North American Seaboard reformed on the temperate coast after the event... Everyone knows the event, it the world a chance to start over for better or worse. At a time during which the Earth's poles were reversing leaving the magnetosphere at a mere fraction of it’s strength the sun’s activity spiked. A devastating coronal mass ejection event started it all. Satellite’s circuitry fused in an instant, even the most hardened of communication systems ground to a halt with the interference generated by the petawatts of energy released upon the earth. High voltage transmission lines that made everyday living and the technology we relied on blew when the transformers melted, substations detonated from the ambient currents rippling through the atmosphere. Drives in all but the luckiest or most shielded locations were erased in a flash. The solar activity persisted and the power… stayed off. Governments crumbled, populations evaporated but as we are a tenacious species we carried on despite the adversity. The prevalence of nuclear reactors in the midwest and east coast left much of north america uninhabitable and a combination of factors made those who survived flock to the west coast. A temperate climate, the vast Pacific ocean, fertile farm ground and of course a lack of skin searing radiation which is a bonus. What little power structure survived was in the form of multinational corporations. Slowly they assumed control, provided stability, order. It wasn’t perfect but it was something. But enough of that history lesson. Some people don’t even believe that’s what really happened. With such limited electronic records from the time numerous wild conspiracy theories fill the net. Crime, drugs, technology and a thin facade of corporate order holding it all together. Welcome to Sanam city. Flashy advertisements line the streets projecting holo images. Far above ground level the ultralux jet about in their aircars looking down on those below stuck using wheeled transportation. Cybernetic implants enhance everyday life helping with every task imaginable. The sky is the limit when it comes to augmentation and if you can dream it up and have the credit for it… Therein came the problem. As with any foreign object certain precautions had to be taken to ensure the body’s white blood cells don’t attack and reject it. The latest iteration from PharmaTek of their ubiquitous acceptance cocktail Serum5 has been all the rage. Used in surgery it is combined with a potent anesthetic which makes it a favorite to smoke as well often sold by less than scrupulous doctors on the side looking for a little bit of extra cash. What nobody was expecting was the drastic side effects that accompanied the new revision. It wreaked havoc with the parasympathetic nervous system but only with those who had a XX chromosome pairing. The effects were almost instantaneous. Females everywhere began to experience the symptoms. Increased appetites, lacrimation, drooling and worst of all what looked like an inexplicable onset of incontinence like effects stemming from much more sensitive sphincter muscles. Nobody knew how to deal with it and information was scarce. PharmaTek slicers worked round the clock to expunge any questions confused and concerned women raised on the net. Doctors were paid off to look the other way and attribute such incidents up to stress but it was growing too big to cover up. With no fix insight and dollar signs in their eyes a pivot was made. After the first month past and the effects have spread to most if not all of the female population. Feminine incontinence wear sprang up practically overnight. Adverts and product campaigns in an effort to normalize and profit off of their own screwup. PharmaTek still hasn’t owned what it has done but profits are higher than ever now with it’s subdivisions devoting entire production lines to incontinence wear. Two months have passed since Serum5 hit the streets and the troubling issues brought with it are still fresh in everyone’s mind. Not everyone is accepting their fate laying down! Some still strive towards a cure to the sudden onset of symptoms but others resigned themselves to a life of ‘protection’. A song played in the early hours of the morning. The greenish hue of the fading Aurora Centralis besieged by the distant rising sun. “Just five more minutes.” a groggy voice calls out from underneath a set of expensive silken sheets. “Ms Blackstar, it is unsanitary to sleep in your own urine. This is the third night in a row you have urinated in your bedding. I advise an appointment with the company clinic. I scheduled an appointment for thursday of this week.” the ‘helpful’ computerized assistant spoke. “and I would advise using the restroom before bed.” it said almost as if it was mocking her. Her cheeks turned red as she slowly woke up. It was right… the clammy cool feeling of soaked sheets clung to her skin. “Nnnngggg not again!” she growled, wrinkling her nose at the smell of piss. She’d have to do laundry again. “Just… cancel the appointment and deactivate.” she said, obviously in no mood to be discussing her problem. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed her scowl only deepened seeing the huge damp splotch covering her bottom sheet and having soaked her pajamas. She pinched the bridge of her nose before her fingers in frustration before forcing herself to trudge to the bathroom. A shower would help, she’d have to strip the sheets again. This was getting real old… the past month had been chaos. Women under her command calling out sick having unfortunate… accidents and even having more than a few close calls herself including one afternoon in the office where after a mad scramble towards the restroom she’d ended up just yanking her skirt up and pissing through her panties. Everyone just said it was ‘something going around’ but what kind of cold did this? She’d seen one of the company doctors but he fed her some line of bullshit. Sounded like he was reading a script, told her to make sure she got some rest maybe take some time off. It didn’t sit right with her and now it seemed to be getting worse. She was wetting her bed again! A PrivSec agent should not being doing that… no less a PrivSec field commander! What kind of person wanted to hire security from someone who couldn’t stop wetting themselves… or worse? A hot shower helped ease her mind, it always did. Her morning routine fell into place with a few extra additions to accommodate her little bedwetting incident. A brush through her long black hair, a faint dusting of makeup followed by her sharp grey suit. It wasn’t her field outfit but she could change into that later if necessary. Most corporate jobs had been little more than babysitting lately which… with all the issues she was facing wasn’t exactly a bad thing. The door to her more than modest apartment opened and shut behind her as she exited towards the carpark. Even the low level grunts at PrivSec were payed relatively well. It wasn’t a bad outfit to work for if you didn’t mind turning blind eye on occasion to some of the less than moral contracts. Her implants hummed away taking care of minor tasks like opening her car door and making sure her apartment’s security system was armed. Unlike much of the tech on the street her implants were all top notch, designed not to stand out, not to raise attention. At first glance one would never even notice she was auged except for the faint glowing ring her pupils. Another benefit of being employed by PrivSec, implants related to your job function were provided at a heavy discount and doctor’s services were waived as long as it was installed inhouse. An executive black sedan waited for her. Living in a better part of SANAM city meant most of the other vehicles around hers were similar but all it took was driving a couple of miles in the wrong direction and the rolling scrap heaps people called cars would surround her vehicle. The coffee warmed her throat as she greedily sucked it down taking a seat on the fine leather. Sunlight was just starting to wash over the sprawling city, not that it was ever really dark anymore. Not with the aurora and the constant advertisements. The car’s engine fired to life with the raucous bark of a powerful cold start before falling into a smooth rumble. Before she could set off an advertisement chimed in through the av unit the holographic image of what could only be described as a child’s diaper appearing. “Now available to women everywhere the revolutionary Huggies Titan with color changing indic...” the advert went on before she bellowed angrily. “Turn that shit off!” she spat. People weren’t actually buying this garbage were they? She could feel the satin grasp of the panties she wore underneath her suit and blushed at the thought of wearing something so ridiculous. With an angry stab of the throttle she set off into the city’s early morning bustle. She continued to sip her coffee and catch up on the news as she drove moving from light to light. She liked to get to the office early. That gave her a chance to pick her assignment before other field commanders might choose a contract she wanted. She was getting close to the office, an uneventful drive thus far. Traffic had been heavier than normal but not too bad. She’d still be on time but… something caught the corner of her eye. Out the side window down a littered alley she spotted two bangers. Two hoods to whatever local gang was around working over some guy pretty good. A man and a woman both wearing a black hoodie with some neon colors on the back. “Low life parasites...” she sneered, her hand moving towards the large sidearm holstered under her suit jacket. She gave a sidelong glance at the time in her ocular implant. She could stop this, save that poor guy do a small act of good in a city that so often lacked it but… if she got out and approached those two punks who knows how long it could take or how risky it could be to approach them. What if they had backup? Most days she would have just driven by barely sparing a glance. Maybe it was everything that had been going on giving her a little bit of perspective but fed up as she was she wasn’t about to let this shit just happen. “Fuck it.” she glanced at the time, it would be cutting it close but… an outlet for her frustrations sounded just like what she needed. The door opened and with a hiss and the driver behind her layed on the horn to which she responded with a steely glare and a flash of her middle finger. The car’s door shut behind her and the automated driver took over shuttling the vehicle out of the roadway while she took care of business per se. The simplest way to clock a concealed weapon but not always the most accurate, a quick thermal scan. A quick change of her vision mode to thermal. The woman was wearing a pair of brass knuckles and from the rough outline the man looked to have a small firearm tucked into his waistband. Probably some piece of shit polymer printed illegal knockoff. The yellows and reds faded from her vision as she returned to normal sight. “Hey!” she barked at them already drawing the large caliber handgun from underneath her shoulder. Her other hand already flashing her PrivSec badge as she approached. A PrivSec agent was not someone you wanted to run up against. The two paused kicking the brutalized man and for a moment there was a calm in the alley punctuated by a groan of pain. At 5’10” Emelie Blackstar wasn’t exactly a small woman and in the small heels she wore around the office she crested six feet tall. The two seemed unimpressed by her stature or her badge and the young girl maybe early twenties spoke up first. “Oh come up we’re just showing our friend what happens when you mess with us.” she said. Her mouth was hidden underneath a bandana but she sounded like she was grinning, the smug little bitch. “Yeah, this ain’t some corpoRAT security detail so why don’t you fuck off.” her partner in crime spat with a laugh. The pair had balls but that wasn’t liable to count for much with a piece of serious hardware leveled at you. “Why don’t you go put on a show for some ultralux, whore.” the girl mocked. Her brightly dyed blue hair framed her face falling out from under her hood. Emelie just wanted to knock her teeth in. So far she had shown restraint but these two… her finger twitched moving from the trigger guard to the trigger. As his accomplice spoke he made his move reaching for his concealed weapon. He never even managed to draw it from his waistband before she fired the first shot. A deafening crack echoed in the alley, her aural implants attenuating the sound protecting her hearing. Another crack as she fired a second time, each crack of gunfire accompanied by the satisfying metal snap of the slide racking back ejecting the spent cartridge. Five shots directly center mass splattering the ground behind him with a red mist. He slumped over instantly. The woman’s eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw the agent storming towards her gun still in hand. “You should have listened to me. Your little friend here was about to come at me with an illegal piece. Now you’ll be on the hook for murder.” she said with a smirk as she grabbed the woman by the collar and shoved her against back against the wall. “N...no please… please just… just let me go.” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes jamming the hot muzzle of her gun straight against the woman’s throat. A small mercy she was wearing a bandanna but that would be the least of her problems should she decide to pull the trigger. She pinned her against the wall with her forearm using her hand to yank down the bandanna getting a good look at her face analyzing the expression. “Genuine remorse...” she said as she loosened her grip finally hearing the sound of running water. It was faint but noticeable with her enhanced hearing. She let her go taking a step back. “You… no… don’t tell me...” giving a look of disgust at the distraught girl glancing down expecting to see a growing wet splotch rushing down her ripped at the knee jeans but nothing… Something clicked in her mind. That damned advertisement she’d heard earlier. A quick flash back to thermal vision showed her everything she needed to know. The glowing yellow radiant heat all around her groin. “Show some backbone, christ are you actually wearing one of those… things?” she couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. “And stop crying!” she snapped at her waving her gun nonchalantly. “I… I can’t stop!” she said defensively, wiping her eyes. “and… and I didn’t even feel it.” the girl mumbled averting her gaze. The agent was disgusted but at the same time morbidly curious. “Let me see it.” she found herself saying. The woman blushed furiously, as if admitting to having pissed herself was embarrassing enough now this deranged woman wanted to see… her… diaper? “You can’t be serious!” she balked. “Just fucking do it and then get your ass out of here. I don’t want to waste anymore ammo today.” she threatened. The color drained from her face and her hands fumbled with her pants quickly yanking them down mid thigh exposing the sodden garment. It was just like that damn advert had described. Thick, swollen with urine the cutesy prints faded when she’d wet it. “Get out of my sight.” she said coldly, jamming the firearm back into her holster. Tapping her finger to her ear for a moment walking towards the end of the alley leaving the surreal scene behind her. She combed her fingers through her hair as the operator came on through her implant. “No… the emergency is passed.” she said to the emergency dispatch. “No… just… listen. PrivSec agent ID 37489 just send an officer down. Some little shit came at me with a piece of knockoff tech… No I won’t wait at the scene. Yes, whatever just send the paperwork to the office.” she said tersely ending the call. Walking along the sidewalk leaving the alley she called her car remotely tracking its crawl through traffic as it homed in on her location. She winced, feeling that familiar pang of growing urgency. That coffee… she should have known it would go right through her. She took a deep breath and pinched her thighs together before pressing on ignoring the sensation. “Damn autodrive… could it have found a farther parking spot!” she groused still waiting for her car to appear in the seemingly endless flow of traffic. Finally after another few minutes it slowly pulled up along side her as she strolled casually through the dingy streets gratefully getting into the passenger door when it slid open. “Get me to the office.” she said taking a somewhat stiff sitting posture, tapping her foot against the carpeting. “Uhg, I’m going to be late I knew I should have kept going.” she complained. Truthfully she would only be perhaps five minutes or so late but she had a feeling the better assignments would already be taken by the time she arrived. The rest of the drive was fortunately less eventful and though she resisted the urge to jam her hand between her legs thinking herself better than that she certainly wanted to. There it was, finally; the PrivSec building. A massive obsidian obelisk in a sea of concrete and glass superstructures. The car could park itself allowing her to take a deep breath and depart. She walked quickly into the looming building passing through the requisite security checkpoints verifying both biometric and implant locks along the way. She could feel her muscles quivering as she stood in the elevator forcing herself not to squirm. The very muscles threatening to send a torrential downpour straight into her uniform. Finally the bell chimed and her floor was revealed through the maglevetator. She let out a sigh of relief and departed heading straight towards the restroom. Approaching her from the other side of the hall was a man clad in a pinstriped black suit. Her stomach dropped, it was her boss… “You’re late Blackstar.” his gravely voice called out. He was holding a folder in his hands… was he just fucking waiting for her? Hagar that little micromanaging prick! This was bad… what if he got off on some tangent and started lecturing her or what if he wanted to talk mission parameters… She just wanted to piss! Of course he was waiting for her today of all days. She groaned as he approached her feeling uncomfortably full. It was getting urgent but she’d be fine… she was simply feeling a little concerned and rightfully so with what had been happening lately. The worry came from the twitchy sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath and focused, forcing herself to stand up straight her professional shoes clacking against the floor as she closed the distance. “Just a little distraction on the way to the office… you know how it is.” she said dismissively; having decided to address him first before running off. Ignoring her boss… not a smart move. “Actually, I don’t. The police report came in. It’s waiting on your desk for a signature. If you want to be a hero do it on your own time.” he said. She raised her eyebrow folding her arms over her chest shifting from one foot to another. “Priority B mission.” he said thrusting the folder at her. That must have been why he was in a less than jovial mood. She took the folder holding it under her arm already slowly beginning to circle around him. Normally the two had a good working relationship and on a small handful of occasions met for a few drinks and some extra curricular activities. Given the rigid corporate environment sleeping with a subordinate was not exactly smiled upon. It gave her a little bit of leverage with him but she knew if she really tried to pull that card he would most certainly take her down with him. “Priority B? I’ll take a look at it in a minute.” she said already beginning to look away. He sighed “You know the rules, we’ve got to go over mission parameters. This is an ultralux heavy hitter.” he began. “I said in a minute okay so unless you want me pissing all over the floor meet me in my damn office in five minutes!” she snapped at him shooting him a dangerous look. That didn’t stop him from quietly snickering and raising his hands in defense. “Fine fine, five minutes.” he said, watching her walk. “Oh and get me a danish from the coffee room… no, two. I’m fucking famished.” she said rubbing her stomach. “Fuck…” she hissed under his breath clenching her fists as she quickly walked towards the bathroom. Fortunately he wasn’t in as bad of a mood as he let on, just stressed at getting a priority B mission. Her cursing might come up later but he usually let her slide except for the few times he mentioned it in her damn yearly review but that’s another story! Finally the bathroom was in sight. She had just been joking about pissing all over the floor but seeing the bathroom so close suddenly seemed to make the urge even stronger. Her bladder spasmed but she didn’t feel anything and with a burst of speed she darted forward throwing caution to the wind as she threw open the bathroom door and hurried inside. Small mercy it was empty. The door locked automatically behind her giving her the privacy to attend to her rather pressing needs. She tossed the file haphazardly onto the granite counter; her hands were already fumbling with the front of her pants as she bounced from foot to foot. The sight of the toilet right in front of her making the need to go even worse. In a swift motion she yanked down her pants accompanied by her panties letting her head lull back with a moan of relief that was shortly drown out by the gushing noisy hiss. Blissful relief and she’d made it not like the other week which still made her flush with embarrassment. Pissing through her panties as she sat on the toilet, her a grown woman of twenty-nine, a PrivSec agent no less! The coffee having stimulated another urge she gave a push and finished her morning evacuation with an unladylike series of noises. She frowned, the urge had come on so fast and the strange sensations. She was growing concerned. At first she had tried to chalk it up to coincidence… and the first doctor had told her it was just stress but these close calls and then her wet sheets. “Fuck...” she said when her eyes finally rested on the gusset of her panties. There was a telltale damp splotch and a faint wet streak that ran down the inseam of her pants. “Fuck!” she cursed again loudly slamming her fist against the wall. Tears started to well in her eyes. “What the fuck… why am I crying!” she howled even more angry than before. It took a few seconds to calm down, but she did. Wiping her eyes to stave off the unbidden tears and squirming when the bidet triggered she was ready to start her day. She approached the mirror, a news feed of various stories scrolling through down one side. The water turned on automatically and she washed her hands, meticulously drying them before straightening out her coat making sure she was composed once again. “Get it the fuck together.” She told her reflection grabbing the folder from the counter. Emelie marched out of the bathroom back towards her office, stomach growling with ravenous hunger. He was waiting for her sitting across from her desk and as requested with two pastries and another cup of coffee were waiting for her. He was holding one palm up a holographic image projecting up as he casually checked his mail whilst waiting for her. The projection faded as he heard her enter and he cleared his throat. “Good morning Em, I didn’t mean to be sharp with you it’s just well you know… priority B.” he began, flashing a charismatic smile. “Yeah yeah, just don’t make it a habit.” She teased tossing the folder onto her desk, lowering herself into her cushy office chair. “So this mission, what are doing doing?” she began, reaching for the folder as he implants synced with the holoprojectors mounted in her desk. He intercepted her movements first. Before she could open the file he put his hand on top, a look of concern on his face. “Before that…” he began somewhat hesitantly. “Are you… doing okay?” he asked. The gesture of sympathy caught her by surprise. Of course they had a close working relationship but in the office he had always kept her at an arm’s reach. Analyzing his facial expressions with her implant she looked him over for ulterior motives; concern, unease, apprehension… amusement followed by a long list of potential false positives. ‘Fucking asshole would be amused by the situation’ but perhaps that was a little harsh she thought. Likely he was doing the exact same thing, scanning her reaction. Fuck it was tempting, to just talk about what had been happening lately. It seemed he was genuinely concerned, her only worry was as her boss he might take anything she said to the medical department. “Look you don’t have to tell me anything… I just know a lot of weird stuff has been going on the past few weeks… not specifically with you I mean” He said using an innocuous euphemism. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant by weird stuff. She took a large bite out of one of the pastries mulling it over. He was the closest thing to a friend she had in PrivSec. It was weird, everyone seemed to at least on some level know that something was wrong… but no one was talking about it probably too embarrassed to be the first to say something. It was easier to just carry on and pretend everything was normal despite a few extra loads of laundry. Even the few times she did a quick search of the net there were no hits leaving her thinking she was the only one suffering such issues or it was just all in her head. The raven haired agent looked at him, washing down the pastry with a gulp of coffee She set the cup of aromatic caffeinated liquid down staring at it for a moment before returning her gaze to his. Narrowing her eyes she pointed at him “This doesn’t leave this room and so help me god if you laugh… I’ve already shot one person today.” She threatened with a menacing tone. He shook his head giving her a look “Who am I going to tell?” he casually brushed away her concerns. Emelie rubbed her face with her hands massaging her temples. “I’m doing… well not exactly bad but…” she began, pausing as her cheeks started to blush red with embarrassment. “Have you noticed all those stupid adverts from the PharmaTek subdivisions?” she said, seeming to suddenly nonsequitor to another topic. He gave her a confused look before it clicked. “Sort of… not really though. So much of those ads are targeted by implant id.” He said, having a vague idea of what she was talking about. “I thought it was crazy… I mean they look like baby diapers with those prints and everything. I thought what kind of self respecting woman would wear -that-.” She continued, slowly getting back to her point. “One of those bangers I ran into this morning. She was wearing one… totally pissed herself.” She said before he interjected. “Well… you did gun down her running partner in front of her with that hand cannon of yours.” He said with a chuckle which earned him a sharp look. “And I held it to her neck but that’s not the point. Sorry… I’m rambling a bit.” She said shaking her head using the momentary silence to take another bite of her pastry. “I started wetting the bed…” she finally forced herself to admit. “You… what?” he said blankly, blinking a few times. “You heard me dick, don’t make me repeat it!” She said feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. “Once last week… and now three nights in a row.” She elaborated with a sheepish tone. It was what he had asked about but hearing it actually come from her mouth just made it seem even more outlandish. His mouth hung open slightly. “I see.” He said pensively, quickly composing himself. “Yeah… and I’ve had a few close calls during the day.” She said, the concern evident in her voice. “This morning?” he asked. She shook her head. “Not quite, close but I could have held it. I just didn’t want to risk it.” “Understandable… it could be worse though.” He said which earned him another sharp look. “How…” she said bluntly. He scratched the perfectly trimmed stubble along his square cut jaw. “I’m not going to tell you her name but another of the block managers she shit herself. Right in the middle of the Weekly Operation report meeting.” He said bluntly. Her eyes widened. “No…” she said in disbelief. “Yes… she was just sitting there fiddling with her pen taking some notes and I see her just go white as a sheet and then I heard it… and smelled it. She was shocked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone run so fast out of one of those meetings.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s not funny!” she barked at him. “Sorry sorry.” He said defensively. “It’s not even just the bathroom issues… I’ve been so hungry lately!” she exclaimed, finishing the first pastry as if to reinforce what she’d said. “and the crying… uhg sometimes I can just feel tears starting for no reason. I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do if… this gets worse.” She confided with him. “and before you say anything I have seen a doctor. He said it was probably just stress. Which is bullshit and you know it. That’s just code for I have no idea.” She said with a wry laugh. “Now can I laugh?” he asked which brought a smile to her face. “I’ll allow it.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Well for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re alone with whatever is going on.” He said doing his best to be comforting. “That’s what I thought but… the few times I searched the net I couldn’t find anything but ads for Huggies and Pampers.” She said with an irritated shake of her head. “I mean… couldn’t they at least make them without those stupid cutesy prints!” she said. He gave her a confused look. “Nevermind…” she said embarrassed that she even knew what they looked like. “I also wanted to let you know you’ve got a mandatory physical eval today. I think it’s concerning what’s been going around all the women do. They started with the grunts earlier. I only heard about it today…” he said. She let out a pensive ‘hmm’ and opened up her messages on the holoprojector waving her hand to scroll through before seeing the invite. “Yeah… right here I’m scheduled for 9.” She said with a sigh taking another sip of coffee already eyeing her second pastry. “Thanks…” she said glancing away shyly. “But… if it’s all the same I’ve had enough talking about how I’m pissing my pants and let’s just brief me on mission details before my appointment.” Em said, getting down to business as she plucked a morsel of sweet dough from the delicious breakfast bread. “Right, of course.” He said, opening the folder revealing the papers contained within. “Client’s an ultralux which you probably already guessed.” He began, she nodded and let him continue as she worked on finishing breakfast. “Classic story, spoiled daughter gets it in her head that she wants some excitement, comes down ground level.” He covered spreading out the files on her desk. Pictures of the target, the client and her last known location. “Classic story indeed, can I guess how it ends?” she asked taking a good look at the pictures. “By all means.” He said with a gesture of his hand. “Goes to the club scenes, parties her brains out high of everything from Ozone to every Serum remix available and ends up locked in some guys basement. Now he’s trying to ransom her to daddy. How’d I do?” she asked looking up with a smirk. “Close, I’ll give you a B minus.” He joked. “First, ‘some guy’ happens to be Division Ruin. Serious players in the valley they run some serious combat grade hardware. DR management are ex higher ups from different arms manufacturers and second… we don’t think she knows she’s being ransomed. From what we can tell they’re treating her pretty good meaning…” he paused. “Once Daddy pays they’re just going to kill her.” She answered in his stead. “exactly… and third he’s an investor. So he’s given us a timetable and it’s how should we say… short.” He continued. Emelie frowned, she kicked herself for coming in late today. “On the upside Priority B means close air support if you request it and some pretty choice hardware if you want to go in loud. “I would say this kind of mission is begging for some creative infil, getting close to the higher ups and convince the target to walk right out but I don’t know that you have the time for that but… anyway like I said. Parameters are up to you, keep in mind we do have an asset in DR so try not to kill too many people. She sighed and nodded. “We’ll figure it out and get back Daddy’s little princess in one piece.” The two talked for an hour and change covering the layout of the surrounding area, strength and size of DR forces, security measures, equipment options, tactical approaches and everything else they could fit into the hour before her appointment. She ushered him out of her office so she could maybe get some answers about what was going on. The medical wing was decent walk away from her office. Wing was really more of an understatement as the PrivSec building also housed what amounted to a private hospital. “Examination room FF” she said aloud glancing over her shoulder as a bookish looking operative walked past her leaving one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hall her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. “Welcome Ms. Blackstar.” A chipper female voice called out as she opened the door and quickly shut it behind her. “Mm” she nodded. “Please, go ahead and fill out this questionnaire and then undress.” The shorter woman said. She seemed too happy for this kind of meeting probably just trying to be friendly but Emelie didn’t like her. “Right.” She responded curtly, having to remind herself that the doctor was just trying to help. Had she received any implants and been administered with the new Serum5, had she experienced any increase in appetite, increase in needing to use the restroom… and at the very bottom of the list bouts of incontinence… It was a clean sweep, a yes to every question though she felt the defensive need to clarify with the qualifiers to downplay the severity. “If I could just elaborate on some of these questions…” she asked but the woman shook her head offering a friendly smile. “Oh no that’s not necessary we appreciate your honesty and it only helps us help you!” she said taking the clipboard allowing the woman to undress. Wanting to finish as soon as possible she did as asked carefully setting her shoes aside before slipping out of her pants. Her jacket and shirt followed suit and soon she was standing there in just her light satin panties with an elegant trimming of lace along with a matching bra. “Oh, completely naked please.” The woman asked when she turned around now holding an instrument in her hand. “I’m going to sync with your implants to check your vitals if you’ll open your firewall to device ID 72fc444A.” she said continuing with that irritatingly chipper tone of voice. She sighed again thankful that the small leak from earlier had dried by now as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and tugged her panties down her long toned thighs. Unhooking her bra shortly thereafter she stood, entirely nude in front of the woman her impressive physique on display. “Go ahead Doc, you should be able to sync now.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. “Thank you, this shouldn’t take long.” She said humming to herself as she waved the device around looking at the screen and then poked and prodded at the woman’s body. “Odd…” she noted as she went about her work. “You haven’t felt drowsy or light headed lately?” she asked idly. “No… why?” Emelie asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Well your average resting heartrate has decreased by approximately 5 beats per minute to 49 or so. Exercising more?” She commented keeping as professional as ever. Emelie just shook her head and let the woman continue. Her impressive physique was enhanced by her implants. Lengthy fibrous metal cables ran the length of her spine and branched off into the major muscle groups in her arms, legs and even into her core. The Apollyon module implanted in the base of her spine helped enhance strength through muscle density and endurance by helping the body filter out lactic acid more quickly. With an elaborate suite of sensors it was also the module the doctor was currently accessing her vital information with. “Well you’re as fit as ever.” She said making a note on the medical device. The woman stood just barely above chest height eye to eye with Emelie’s generous c cup chest. “Let me just check.” She said to herself, setting the device down and reaching out practically jabbing her freezing cold fingers against the woman’s abdomen. Her stomach showed just the faintest hint of musculature underneath a layer of supple pale skin. She flinched, grunting in surprise at the sudden sensation of the woman’s fingers jabbing against her stomach and bladder. Even worse she could feel a spasm, a sudden tickle against her nethers and then a warm rivulet of liquid running down the back of her thigh. ‘Fuck!’ she thought to herself praying the woman didn’t notice. Discussing the issues was one thing but… dribbling down her legs in front of her… that was too much! “Nng” she let out an audible groan as the woman’s fingers dug in a little harder kneading around putting more pressure on her abdomen. “My apologies for any discomfort.” She said continuing to strain and pressure her lower muscles. Her bladder spasmed again and she felt another warm gush of urine run down her legs dribbling onto the floor. “Enough of that!” she exclaimed smacking at the woman’s hand, cheeks burning bright red at having just peed in front of her. It wasn’t much but still, she was mortified! “That should conclude my examination. Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Blackstar.” The woman said. “You may use the towel on the wall to clean up.” She said as if she had been expecting her to urinate all over herself. “You performed exceedingly well and I must say I’m jealous of how you held it together when I pressure your sphincter muscles.” She spoke as the blushing woman toweled legs off. “I’ll get down to brass tax. Though we have no definite information evidence points to a unique interplay between Serum5 and our female physiology. You’re not the only one experience these symptoms an increase in urge incontinence, increased appetite and a mix of others as I am sure you are aware. Oh before you redress…” she said, stopping her just as her panties began to crest her thighs. “I have a sample for you.” She said opening a drawer tugging out a small wrapped package. “The latest in discrete incon wear. The Poise Guardian pad or if you’d prefer I have more absorbent options.” She said still keeping that same chipper tone of voice that was really beginning to irritate her. She was tempted to slap the damn thing from her hand! She needed a medical solution not a diaper! “Are you fucking kidding me!?” she finally snapped. The smaller woman recoiled slightly but stood her ground. “I understand you are frustrated but this is only a temporary solution until a more permanent course of action is presented.” She asserted. “I’m a grown woman! I’m not a child! I don’t need to go fucking traipsing around in a diaper!” she fumed. “This is ridiculous!” she continued, having lost her temper. “This isn’t a diaper!” she protested. After her little eruption the two stood silently, Emelie weighing her options. It was official… she had a problem but this… it seemed so extreme. So she had a few close calls… did she really need to resort to… this? Accepting it just felt like admitting to her weakness but at the same time… it seemed like the smart choice.
  8. A post in this thread made me think of a new fantasy. While inside the main room at the ski lodge... I would be wearing two diapers, with two pairs of lined rain/snow pants under a pair of insulated puffy ski bibs; to the point where it's obvious what I'm wearing underneath. I've just checked into my room, only to find the toilets are shared. I needed to pee after drinking plenty of water on the two-hour drive up. Unfortunately, there's a super long line filled with a group from one of the buses that just unloaded. So I decide to wait for the line to clear, and walk over (crinkling and swishing away) to a chair and sit down. Then someone, who I didn't know noticed me, comes over and sits next to me across the table. We start to chat and drink a lot of coffee and water for an hour or so. At this point I'm slowly squirming around, but my new friend keeps ordering more coffee for us, while the staff keeps refilling my water with every round. All of a sudden I feel a slight spurt go in my pants; so I quickly cross my legs, making a noticeable crinkling noise. I say "I've got to head to the bathroom, had a few too many coffees." But before I can get up, they whisper they know I'm wearing diapers and that unless I sit back down, they'll loudly ask, "Are you wearing diapers?" They tell me that I'm to follow them outside, walk to the top of the hill, and wet my pants before inner-tubing back down. As we head outside, I see there's only one inner tube left. My friend says they'll sit on my lap on the way down, just in case I try to fake wetting myself before getting back to the lodge. As we make our way up, I'm bursting beyond belief. They say I have to hold it to until the top, and they've added the condition that I wet while waiting in line to go down the hill. They'll walk behind me to ensure there's no 'trail' left in the snow. Once we reach the top, we get in line and they say I can finally let go. I begin wetting, but it lets out a loud hissing noise, so I push the inner-tube against my bibs to try to stop it. This quiets the noise, but at this point I start flooding my diaper. I feel it slowly absorbing the warmth all around, but then the line starts to move. I walk with my legs spread apart, trying to keep it going, but it's bunched up and uncomfortable. As we wait for the next group to go, I slowly pull at my thick pants, only to feel the diaper slip. Piss rushes down my right thigh, soaking into the cotton-lined nylon snow pants. The warmth causes me to let loose, fully emptying my bladder. I lean to ensure I properly wet both sides, putting my hands on my knees feeling the pee running down my legs, and starting to spread up the front of my bibs. Amazingly nothing leaks through, and the pee that didn't soak my diapers and pants pools in my boots. My friend, smiling, whispers to me, "lucky nobody was behind us just now. You're pants are sagging a little. You done?" I nodded as we made our way to the front of the line in a couple minutes. I sit down in the inner tube, and my friend sits in my lap. I was nervous about them asking why we only having one inner tube, but then I felt the warm, wet feeling all over my thighs, butt, and stomach as we sat there. The guide from the lodge then grabs our inner tube and shoves us down the hill. When we reach the lodge I’m starting to get a little cold. I say I really have to change out of my clothes, take a shower, and do some laundry. They say I need to do one more thing, inviting me up to their room. It’s on the top floor, and I see they have a shower and toilet in their room. They explain they book the room for the winter and go up every weekend, knowing people wet on the slopes. They say they did the same and noticed there’s always adult diapers in the bathroom trash, and people doing laundry, so they look for single people with bulky pants. They tell me to get in the bathtub and take off my jacket, boots, and socks; they’ve been holding the entire time and really need to go. So I lay down in the tub, unzip my bibs, and pull back my pants. The pee starts running down the front of my chest, warmly pooling around my mid-section. They stop, and tell me to zip the bibs back up. They then start pissing all over my bibs back and forth for a full minute; when they finish I stand back up, feeling the piss rush down the inside of my pants and down the drain. Now I can shower; so I take off the diapers before putting the pants and bib back on. Once the water is warm, they take the removable shower head and shove it down my bibs. As the water begins filling up my pants I see yellow liquid running out the bottom of the pants, before turning clear. I then take off the clothes and finish showering, wrap my clothes up in another towel and head downstairs to do laundry. Luckily nobody seems to notice as I start the washing machine. We go sit down next to the fire in the main lobby, and my friend tells me I’m more than welcome to do this any time, before ordering another round of coffee… Sorry for the long read, hope you enjoyed!
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  10. 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.
  11. 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?
  12. (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/
  13. 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
  14. 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.
  15. 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!
  16. 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."
  17. 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 #~_~#
  18. 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.
  19. (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! <^-^>)
  20. 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)
  21. 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?
  22. 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!
  23. EyelessNinja

    Chapter 1: Bed

    Eleven rested her snowy-white head on the pillow, shutting her crimson eyes and entering dreamworld. Well, it was good while it lasted. Because about 15 minutes later of darkness, a slight pang in her bladder struck. She wriggled a bit, thinking it'd go away if she did. But it didn't go away. In fact, it actualy got worse The albino kicked her legs, making the blanket fall in the floor, and clutched her crotch harshly. Eleven refused to have an accident, plus knowing Kade, her much older brother, he'd probably get mad. Considering she was 15. She figeted. Eleven felt a squirt of the pale yellow liquid spurt out and she held herself hard. She whimpered and felt a tear run down her face. Eleven coughed and hiccuped now that she was crying uncontrollabley. It hurt so much. Her crotch ached in both desperation and her hand clutching it so much. She could barely move without urine escaping from her. Unfortuentely, Kade heard her rather quiet hiccups and crying. "Eleven, are you okay?" Oh nos. He walked over and crotched beside the bed. Kade noticed her hand, the tears, and the flushed expression. He immedialty knew what it ment and put her in his lap, the albino shaking uncontrollably. "It's okay, Elvey, i won't be mad. I don't want to see you in any pain." Kade gave her a reassuring look and she didn't listen. He gentley removed her hand and urine began to flow out of her, making a dark, damp spot appear on her short where her crotch was. She put her head in her hands and he carried her to the bathroom. I really had to pee writing this. Funny, isn't it? It's an omoroshi and i has to pee. It's like being really dedicated to it. -EyelessNinja
  24. A Night to Remember: Part 2 For the moment, I was alone in Haley’s room. The muffled sound of her urinating came from the background as I lay on the bed with my head wedged between the pillows, collecting my thoughts. Did I actually… love her? I mean, of course I love my best friend, but was it more than that? No, I just really like her, it’s only a crush. I shouldn’t have these feelings for her, they’re going to ruin our friendship! ...She doesn’t even like girls like that… does she? No, I can’t tell her. Not yet. Not until I figured out how I really feel. No point in risking it. All of these thoughts were running through my mind in rapid succession when suddenly, I heard the door open behind me. I knew it was Haley coming out of the bathroom and I turned over to face her. She looked extremely relieved. For obvious reasons, of course. She also had the laundry basket in her arms, the one I had put my dirty clothes in before I took a shower. “We should probably wash these clothes tonight.” “Yeah...” I nodded with an embarrassed smile. Haley stood at the foot of the bed as I rolled over from laying on my stomach and scooted towards her. “Weren’t you wanting to tell me something?” She reminded me as I sat on the edge of the bed. I crossed my arms over my stomach to subside the butterflies that fluttered wildly inside of me. Or was that my bladder calling out to me? It could have been both. “I was just going to say we should eat something before it gets too late...” I trailed off, not knowing what else to tell her if I couldn’t say what I really wanted to. “Yeah… you’re right… it is after seven already.” Haley pursed her lips to the side and looked as if she was pondering. I hoped she accepted my quick excuse and wouldn’t probe any further. We both got caught in a moment of awkward silence and Haley stood there like she was waiting for me to say something else. It was time to get this over with. “I have to go the bathroom.” I suddenly said, standing up to my feet. “Alright. I’ll go start the washer while you do that, and then we’ll figure out dinner.” She pulled the basket closer to her body and grinned a bit before heading out of the room. I walked into the restroom and shut the door behind me. My new pajamas and underwear slid down with little effort on my part before I let them hug my ankles. I plopped down onto the toilet seat with my legs closed and let out a soft sigh as a slow trickle of urine tinkled out of my opening, merging with the water below me. For now, I decided to put aside my thoughts for Haley and focus on something else. There was a picture hanging on the white painted wall to my left. It was a floral pattern with blue and green colors, surrounded by a wooden frame. The shower was in front of me, with a cream colored cloth curtain and various body washes and hair care products strewn along the edge of the bathtub. To my right was the pedestal sink, it had a more fancy and intricate design compared to everything else in the bathroom. Above it was a standard medicine cabinet with a mirrored door. I stopped glancing around the room when I realized that I finished peeing and located the toilet paper roll hanging off the wall next to me. With only a couple of squares, I wiped myself and flushed the toilet after standing up. Or at least I thought I did. I didn’t see the toilet bowl empty itself, so I tried it again. It wasn’t working… “...What?” I whispered under my breath. I soon realized that the toilet clogged up and wouldn’t allow me to flush it! “No...!” I began panicking as the water filled up close to the brim with all my pee and used toilet paper staring back at me. Frantically, I hunted for a plunger but was unable to find one around me. The toilet water and all its contents began to overflow. My heart was beating quickly. I had no idea what to do as I stood there, watching the yellow water drip over the edge of the bowl. I searched around again and found the towel I used to dry off with earlier that afternoon and wrapped it around the base of the toilet to soak up the water. Though I still needed a plunger, so I went to find Haley. She wasn’t back in her room yet so I darted out into the hallway and smacked right into her as I turned the corner, knocking the wind out of both of us. “Oof!" Haley put her hand to her chest. "Sorry! Didn't see you! It's just I need a plunger but I can't find one." My eyes on the startled Haley, as I’m sure she was having trouble as well. "It's in the laundry room. I'll go get it..." Haley retorted before swiftly walking back in the direction she came from. I scuttled back to the bathroom to wait for her. Thankfully, the toilet had stopped running before it saturated the entire towel. Haley soon came back to meet me at the overflowing toilet and handed me a rubber plunger with a maple wood handle. I took my saving grace from her and attempted to unclog the toilet. I carefully placed it in the water, and it displaced some of the water out of the toilet. Then I began pumping the plunger up and down as it stood straight above the hole. Haley stood there for a moment and witnessed my feeble attempts at removing the blockage. "Oh my god, it's not working!" Frustrated, I began trying to pump it harder, but it was only splashing water everywhere. I wanted to scream. I almost did, but then Haley moved closer and motioned to take the plunger from me. "Here, let me help you." I let her take the plunger from me, disappointed that I failed to use such a simple device. Stepping back, I folded my arms over my chest and let the master do the work. "Sorry, I tried..." My voice shook as I began to tear up. I've made a mess of Haley's bathroom and couldn't even fix it myself. I'm so useless. "It's alright. It's easier to do it at an angle." Haley positioned the plunger so it angled towards her. "Like this." She began plunging and I watched as my urine slowly receded. I sighed with relief as the toilet finally flushed on it's own and filled back with clear, clean water. "There we go." Haley said, placing the plunger next to the toilet before looking over to me. "Thank you... sorry you had to do it. I didn't mean to clog it." I wiped a trapped tear from my eye. "It's not your fault, it does that a lot. Don't worry about it." Haley consoled me and led me out of the bathroom. "Well, after all that excitement, are you still hungry?" She smiled at me as we stood at the foot of the bed. I smiled back, calmed down from my horrific incident of terror. "Yeah, definitely!" "Okay, let's go see what we have." Haley replied, leading me out of the bedroom and out into the main part of her house. It was getting dark outside so the room was faintly lit by early evening sun rays until she turned the ceiling light on in the kitchen connected to the family room. I followed behind her and met her at the refrigerator. Haley opened the freezer and we both peered inside it. "Hot Pockets, Totino's Party Pizzas, beef and chicken pot pies... um...." She lifted up some boxes to look behind them. "And chicken nuggets." She took a pizza out and looked to me as I stood there with my fingers to my lips, trying to decide on what I wanted. "Um... I'll have a chicken pot pie, please." "Alrighty." Haley pulled the box out and set them both on the counter. I decided to prepare my own food while Haley set the stove to the correct temperature for her pizza. Picking up my box, I looked at the back of it while opening the seal for the directions: Four minutes to cook. Alright, no problem there. As I removed the frozen pie from the box and placed it in the microwave behind me, I noticed that the box also had a strange message at the bottom. It read "This original fiction was written by antifairy of omorashi.org.", but it was obviously not a part of the directions so I ignored it and threw it away. "Let me get a plate for that, Maddy, hold on." Haley interrupted as she grabbed one from the top cabinet. "Oh... right, sorry." "It's alright, this way it won't make a mess in the microwave." Haley put the glass plate underneath the pie and I closed it before setting the timer for four minutes. Her food took longer to cook than mine did, needing at least twelve minutes in the oven. While we were waiting, Haley took the opportunity to move the wet clothes to the dryer. We both ate at the dining table in a small alcove connected to the kitchen and discussed boring girl stuff that didn't matter. Afterwards, we washed our dishes and headed back to her bedroom. Haley yawned cutely and face planted herself on the bed. I sat on the bed next to her stretched out body. "Tired...?" I asked, smiling. "Mmm" she replied, her voice muffled by the soft pillow that was covering her face. "I am too, a little." I said, scanning my eyes over her body; her shirt had hiked up a bit and I saw the waistband of her blue cotton panties. Her pajamas accentuated her plump bottom quite nicely. She broke my mesmerization and gaze when she turned over to face me, her hand supporting her head as she lay on her side. "Maddy..." "Hmm?" We locked eyes. There was something about her voice then, and I started to tremble because of it like I had earlier that evening. "Are you sure there was nothing else you wanted to tell me? Or talk about?" A lump formed in my chest and I trembled a little harder. She apparently didn't buy my excuse from earlier. "Yeah... I.. I mean n-no." I tensed up and hugged myself, looking down at my feet. Haley scooted closer to me, and caressed my arm. "Just tell me... we're best friends, you can tell me anything." I wasn’t sure about the best way to tell her my feelings, but I also knew I wasn’t going to weasel my way out of this again if I didn’t tell her the truth. I tried to speak, but the lump in my chest made its way to my throat. Haley began caressing my arm and took my hand in hers, causing light tingles trickled through my entire body. I held hers back and, of course, said something stupid. "Guess." I cringed inside at what I had said, but I wanted to know what she would say. A confused but interested look came about her face. "Um..." She looked down to the bed, contemplating, and I kept my gaze upon her. "You... have a boyfriend...?" Haley asked, looking back up to me. "No..." "Um... you joined a super secret cult?" She smirked a little. I shook my head. "Maddy...." Haley put her hand on my stomach and rubbed it. "Are you pregnant?" "OH GOD NO!" I shouted a little too loud and looked at her, giggling. "Okay okay, didn’t really think so; I just wanted to rule that out." We both fell into more awkward silence for a few moments. "Do you like someone...?" I didn't say anything, but a few seconds later, I nodded my head with subtle movements. "Who?! Tell me!" She sat up quickly and moved in front of me, waiting for the truth that I desperately wanted to tell her. I took a deep breath. "I think… it’s you!" The room went silent again. "What?" "You." I said again. Haley had a surprised look on her face. I couldn't tell what she was thinking then. "Me? Really?" I nodded and let a huge sigh of relief out and she rolled over on her back, looking up at the ceiling. I stared at her, and waited for her response, started to become sick to my stomach and almost left to go donate my dinner to the toilet. "You like me... as more than a friend?" Haley rolled back over to face me again, looking concerned.I looked into her eyes with sincerity, and nodded. She appeared more awake. "Since when?" I shrugged my shoulders, unsure of how to answer her. I was barely able to speak, my body shaking as if it was going to explode. It sort of felt like I always had liked her, but it didn't dawn on me until today. Ever since I saw her on the first day of junior high school, I wanted nothing more than to be her friend. I never thought I could be "cool" enough to hang out with her because she was always popular and... out of my league. “I’m not sure what to say… this is unexpected.” Haley bit her bottom lip, looking down at the bed. I said nothing, entirely unsure of how this would affect our relationship. Though, I believed the worst: This would be the end, she wouldn’t be comfortable around me now, and we’d fall out with each other. I wanted to hope that we’d get through this, but my heart said otherwise. Words were failing to pass my lips, but tears were successfully taking their place. “Why are you crying?” Haley inched a little closer, and looked at me. “I…” “I don’t want us to end.” Haley said nothing, but turned over and laid on her back with her arms crossing her chest. She looked puzzled, probably as confused as I was, or angry. I figured I should leave, I had done enough damage. It was obvious that I should never have said anything. Perhaps I would have gotten over this little obsession of mine, but I just had to run my mouth about things I didn’t understand. “I guess I’ll go home…” I stated, still crying. Haley turned to me again. “Home? Why?!” I hopped off the bed as she spoke. “I don’t know, don’t you want me to leave?” My tears cascaded down my cheeks and my voice continued to break up. Haley just stared at me, looking like she was about to join me with her own tears. “No.” She reached her hand out and grabbed mine, pulling me back to the bed. I didn’t resist, but lay back down beside her. I was even more confused then. “You’re not… upset?” “I am.” Haley still held my hand in hers, and I waited to hear what else she had to say. “I'm upset that you expect our friendship to end over something like this.” She looked at me with concern in her eyes. Her words flowed through my mind as I began to understand what she was telling me. I can't believe I was so foolish. “You don’t seriously think that do you?” She sternly asked before I exhaled a heavy sigh and pondered for a few moments. “Haley… I didn’t want to… think that.” I looked down at Haley’s hand caressing mine. “I just assumed this would… make things weird between us. It’s not like I even know if you… like girls like that.” My eyes started scaling her arm with my eyes until I met hers once again. “You know, it does feel a little weird. But, I guess, it feels… natural at the same time.” Haley intertwined her fingers with mine, and cupped my hand with a firm grasp. Tingles went through my body, electrocuting me with the warmth of her hand. “Natural?” I asked. “Yeah… like, it feels right, but unexpected. You’re right too, I never thought about girls like that. I suppose that’s part of the reason it feels a little weird.” “Oh…” My tears subsided, and I instinctively squeezed her hand. “So what does this mean? I still don’t understand.” I asked her, looking into her eyes. “Hmm… maybe we’ll find out.” Haley put her arm around my shoulder and began pulling my body closer to hers. I wasn’t sure what she was going to happen. I started shaking again as my heart returned to a quick beat. Our bodies touched, her chest flattened against mine and her mouth opened slightly. “Did you fantasize about me in the shower today?” She asked suddenly. I looked down and exhaled, then looked back up to her. I nodded sheepishly, biting my lower lip a little. “So that’s why you were all nervous earlier. You’re so cute.” Haley smiled. I shut my eyes and blushed heavily. She giggled and kissed my lips. If I had been standing, I would have collapsed. My entire body went numb, and I soon realized everything would be okay. “Don’t ever try to leave me again.” She whispered in my ear. I cuddled against her chest and we wrapped our arms around each other. “I won’t” I replied softly. Haley reached over and turned the light off and I fell asleep with my head nestled between her breasts. It was the next morning, and Haley and I sat on her couch in the living room watching some strange television show. The TV was small, and I couldn’t make out what was happening on the screen. The colors seemed to fade in and out and I only saw what looked like two human shaped silhouettes moving around in a random fashion. We were both very interested in it though, and Haley laughed hysterically at it. All of sudden, Haley bounced off the couch and stood in front of me, with her hands buried in between her legs. “Maddy, I have to pee really badly!” She bent her body forwards and started crying. It was weird to see her like this, and she didn’t make any implication before that she needed the bathroom. “Well, go then? Isn’t your bathroom in your room?” I asked, curious as to why she was telling me this. Haley looked around, panicking, before looking back to me. “I’m not sure, I won’t make it! I’m going to wet my pants any second!” She said in a loud tone, bawling with great force. I couldn’t even see her hazel colored eyes anymore. They were pure white. “Come with me, please?!” She asked in a hysterical way. I stood up immediately and wrapped my arm around her. “Of course, I’d do anything for you.” I said, excited as I led her out of the family room. We both ran down the hallway for what seemed like a mile and Haley was doubling over in pain from her full bladder but somehow was able to run as fast as I could. Finally, we made it. We stopped in front of the door door and Haley stood back up and faced me. “Haley? Aren’t you going to go in?” But I didn’t see Haley anymore, she disappeared. Suddenly, I became lonesome and scared. I started to look around for her, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. For a few moments, it was dead silent until I heard a familiar voice next to me. “Maddy, I’m sorry, but we didn’t make it.” It was Haley’s voice, but she sounded very sad and depressed. I looked to where it came from and I saw a gold framed mirror hanging on the wall. On the other side was me, but the reflection didn’t mimic my body. I saw myself with my hands covering my eyes, bawling, and my jeans were soaking up with liquid. As I watched myself in the mirror, I experienced a sensation of warm and wet urine spreading between my own legs. When I looked down though, my pants were dry. I looked back up and saw Haley’s reflection, but not mine anymore. She stared back at me with tears rolling down her face and her pants had became soaked with urine. “I’m sorry we had an accident. It should never have been this way. If only we had more time. Please forgive me.” Before I had time to respond, I collapsed onto the floor. As I lay on the ground, I shut my eyes and started to shake like someone was shoving my body. I opened my eyes and I was back in Haley’s room. Haley was awake and she was hovering above me, looking concerned. Slowly, I came to my senses and awoke. My eyes took a few moments to adjust to the fluorescent light that filled the room. Looking at both of us, I noticed both her and my pajamas were wet. So I arrived at one conclusion: I had wet the bed, again, and peed all over Haley. “...Something happened, Maddy.” She said, looking over herself. I hopped off the bed immediately. “Oh no, I did it again…” Haley stood up and removed the wet bedding, setting them in a pile. The large wet spot that stained the mattress stared back at us both. “I didn’t think this would happen, I’m so sorry!” I whimpered, humiliated at what I did. Haley sat down on the edge of the bed, seeming upset. “Maddy… you didn’t do it.” She stated in a soft voice, looking up to me with shame in her eyes. “But then…” “I woke up, I was peeing. I tried to stop it but it just kept coming out.” Haley explained as she tried to keep her composure. “Oh…” a gentle sigh passed my lips. I didn’t expect to hear that, nor for her to wet the bed. She was definitely doing a lot better job at staying calm than I would have. Though, no matter how well she looked on the outside, I imagined how she was feeling on the inside. I, of course, knew for sure how mortifying it is to have an accident. I sat down next to her and hugged her. “It’s okay…” I tried to console her, laying my head on her shoulder and lightly rubbing her arm. “ It got you wet too, though. I’m sorry.” I looked down, my left pant leg had a small damp spot on the thigh area. Haley’s entire lap glistened with heavy saturation, however. “Just a little… it’s not bad.” I assured her and hugged her tighter before leaning up to kiss her cheek. Haley looked at me and smiled, then kissed me on my lips again. It gave me the same euphoria as it did earlier that evening. I happily completed the loving gesture and it ended with a soft smooch. The sensation of her soft lips lingered on mine and we hugged tightly again. “We better clean your mattress before your parents find out!” I whispered. “Oh my god, I don’t even know how to clean a mattress after…” Haley started to panic, but I stopped her mid-sentence. “I do! I’ll help you! Just get me a sponge, a towel and a spray bottle with water in it.” I instructed Haley. “I think I have all that stuff in my bathroom. Hold on.” She replied as she made a swift trip and came back with the items in a short amount of time, setting them on the bed. “I’ll do this if you want to go ahead and starting washing the sheets.” I know I was able to do that because I did it the previous day. Meanwhile, Haley changed her clothes, putting on clean underwear and a long t-shirt to cover herself up past her waist. I averted my wandering eyes, but I couldn’t help but catch a quick glimpse of her bare, plump bottom while she had it exposed. That image remained in my thoughts as I soaked up most of the stain up with the towel. “Thank you for doing this, I don’t think I could get away with this without you.” She said as she added her wet clothes and the towel I used to the pile. “You’re welcome!” I smiled at her. Haley returned the gesture seeming much more relaxed, then trotted out of the room with the wet things. Utilizing the water and sponge, I diluted and soaked up the rest of the urine stain from the mattress. It wasn’t too much of a hassle, but I had to be quick; it was already after 6:00 am and I didn’t know when Haley’s parents would be awake “Wow, it looks a lot better!” Haley exclaimed as she came back with my now clean and fresh clothes from yesterday. The sight of them made me go back to that embarrassing moment, but it didn’t bother me anymore. “Mhm. It wasn’t that bad of a stain.” I assured her. “I’m just going to tell my mom that we spilled soda on the bed.” Haley said before yawning again and looking to me with a smile. “Good idea.” I smiled back and stayed with her for a little while longer before she went to take a shower. Then I headed back home for more sleep and happy dreams.
  25. I haven't written anything in a while. At least anything that I have completed. Here's something short and a bit different than my normal works. It should be mentioned that this story contains fairly explicit sex. That being said, here's the result of a little bit of inspiration. She let out a sigh as the front door to her modest house came into view. Already the sun was beginning to dip under the horizon casting lengthy shadows across the sidewalk. What time even was it? Stifling a yawn she checked her watch as she pulled into her driveway. "Seven thirty!" she exclaimed letting her head slump back against the seat. She's let herself get so tied up at the office again. The very office she had begun to earn a bit of a reputation as a real ball buster; but she got things done and that's what mattered. Stepping out of her German sedan Emelie stretched her arms over her head and grimaced faintly. There had been more traffic than anticipated. The fresh ocean air reinvigorated the exhausted woman. Snatching her purse from the passenger's seat she quickly hurried to the door locking the car behind her with a chirp of the alarm. Her heels clicked noisily with every step complimenting her pin striped suit. The woman's outfit combined with her pitch black hair projected an aura of seriousness; she was not one you wanted to mess with. Rummaging through her purse for her keys she shuffled ever so slightly where she stood. With a triumphant look she plucked the key from her purse and after the familiar thunk of the deadbolt disengaging she was granted access into her abode. The raven haired business woman tossed her purse onto a small table in the entryway and kicked off her heels. Kneading her toes into the carpet she let her head lull back and shut her eyes enjoying the small things in life. In her girlish excitement to get home she hadn't even noticed the sinister figure waiting deathly silent for her. As soon as she pushed the door shut behind her she felt his cold hand squeezing the back of her neck. "Don't move." a gruff but familiar voice said, forcing her forward a few steps. She let out a squeal of surprise that could have just as easily been conflated with a moan. His command was met with a swift elbow to his ribs earning a groan of pain from her assailant. His grip momentarily loosened around her neck but was quickly replaced with his fingers running through her hair; tightly grabbing a fistful of her ebony locks. "I said don't move!" he growled at her as she began flailing behind her trying to free herself. He shoved her against the wall which earned a groan of discomfort as she was reminded of her need. "W...wait I'm not ready I need to p..." she tried to protest but he interrupted her with a harsh swat on her shapely bottom. The smack echoed in the entryway and she went quiet quivering with excitement before he smacked her backside again through her slacks. The only sound save for their labored lusty breathing was an almost imperceptible hiss as she briefly dribbled urine into her panties. Her posture stiffened, her cheeks flushed pink as the pain radiated from a third spank. "O...ok please... please stop." she suddenly blurted out halting another impending smack. In the lull she could feel his painful grip on her hair ease and a cold metal bracelet fasten around her wrist, clicking shut. First one wrist, then the next. Handcuffs! They weren't the flimsy kind either... She swallowed dryly trying to tug her wrists apart finding them bound closely behind her back. Her legs quivered again falling under the allure of his dominance. "We're going to have a lot of fun." he said, pulling her away. She stumbled, nearly losing her balance. It was difficult to walk when her legs felt like jelly! His hand kept hold of the chain linking her wrists together guiding her from behind towards the bedroom. With a shove he pushed her forward sending the woman tripping over her own feet falling onto the large bed in the center of the room. Emelie managed to push herself up from her side sitting on the edge of the bed. She glared at the man who loomed over her, masking her true feelings. With every step she could feel her thong rubbing against her, damp not just with urine. It was maddening being teased like that and the sensation of a full bladder was only making things worse! Why did she have to work so late today of all days? She wilted under his harsh gaze, her glare losing some of its muster replaced with hints of submissive lust. His long brown hair, the well defined jaw adorned with just enough stubble to give him a rugged look. "How convenient." he commented grabbing something off the dresser before approaching her tossing the pink collar and leash onto the bed next to her. "But first..." he gripped the collar of her blouse, one side in each hand and ripped it open! Buttons popped and flew everywhere as he laughed when her chest was exposed. With her hands cuffed behind her back she was powerless to hide herself from his lecherous gaze. Smirking he reached under her opened shirt grabbing her chest squeezing her breasts in his hands. He could see her face contort, biting her lip resisting the urge to moan. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction but she wouldn't be able to resist for long. She always put up such a fight. With the front clasp undone a moment later she was completely exposed to his desires. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she blushed, finding herself wishing she was a little more well endowed. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his hands returning to her chest this time without the material of her bra to shield her. This time she couldn't resist. As he fondled her chest paying extra attention to her pert nipples she moaned pressing herself against his hands grinding her thighs together as he toyed with her. He always did this! Forced her to wait. She stared up at him almost begging with the look on her face. "So needy." he mocked, pinching her nipples between his fingers. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep glaring at me." he said grabbing the collar from the bed affixing it to her neck. "Sh...shut up!" she stammered trying to recompose herself before he yanked her to her feet with the leash. The lithe woman stood awkwardly hunched over, her ruined shirt hanging open. Her feet splayed awkwardly apart, her knees pressing together as she barely managed to avoid pissing all over her bedroom floor. "Talk to me like that again and see what happens." he said ominously. The hanging threat in the air was more than enough to regain her obedience. She answered his threat with a meek nod. The two stood face to face, her the picture of professionalism; before her blouse was torn open anyway. Him, a ruffian wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans. He pointed to the bed. "On your knees." he commanded, giving her some slack in the leash. She gave a hesitant look at the bed before doing as he said. It wasn't exactly the most graceful act without the use of her hands but she managed. The pose alone was so demeaning. Her ass stuck into the air like a plinth to the monument of depravity, her head pressed against the sheets. She could feel him grabbing her ass through her trousers, his fingers digging into her tender flesh. Another moan escaped her mouth as he squeezed and kneaded her backside for a few moments before wrapping his hands around her hips to undo her pants. The fabric pooled around her knees exposing her pale curvy bottom. It was his turn to let out a moan, the sight of her bent over, pants around her knees wearing just a thong was enough to weaken the resolve of any man. Fortunately the tiny damp splotch on the crux of her pants legs went unnoticed. There was a faint pink hue on the cheek where she had been spanked earlier. The pink mingling with the black ink of the sole tattoo she had. Just for good measure he gave her another quick smack! She gasped in surprise breathing in sharply praying that he didn't notice the rivulet of glistening yellow liquid rolling down her inner thigh. It had all happened so quickly and she didn't want to stop it but... it was getting to the point now that she was on the verge of a major accident. She wriggled and moaned in pain before feeling his probing fingers teasing her slit. "Look at you, you're soaked~" he teased obliviously. She turned her face burying it into the sheets hiding her embarrassment. "Enough teasing! Just... just fuck me already." she whined into the sheets almost inaudible. "What was that I didn't hear you?" he asked, tugging the front of her panties into her nethers grinding the fabric between her lips. She shuddered, squirming, trying anything to enhance the sensation. "I... I said enough ahh-mmmnnn" she started but was interrupted by a noisy moan as he pressed a finger inside and began pleasuring her. "You really are sopping wet.". The smell of her sex tickled his nose overpowering the faint smell of fresh urine as he continued working with his hand. "I said... enough teasing! F-ooooohhhh" she tried speaking again before he simply inserted another finger moving a bit more vigorously interrupting her with another uncontrollable moan. "Fuck me!" she finally managed to shout between moans, gasps and various other noises she made in the heat of the moment. "Always so impatient." he scolded, tugging the leash back a little choking her ever so slightly with the collar. He removed his hand from between her legs, wiping it on her bedding which earned a frustrated groan from the face down woman, denied her pleasure. There was a zip, some rustling and then she could feel it; the tip of his cock pressing against her womanhood, her thong pulled casually to the side. He pulled the leash forcing her to back herself onto his length causing a long string of gibberish laced expletives to leave the woman's mouth as she coughed for breath. Holding her there keeping her hilted as deep as possible he savored the moment before letting her fall so she could catch her breath. He began, rocking his hips against her. With his hands wrapped tightly around her hips her face buried in the sheets speckled with drool as she moaned with ecstasy; finally! It was exactly what she wanted, helpless under his control while he railed her. Everything else was forgotten even the aching sensation in her bladder. If anything it strangely heightened the pleasure. With every long pump she began to dribble at the bottom of his stroke both of them lost in the act of rough passionate sex. It wasn't until she noticed the cold wet sensation coating her inner thighs and the acrid smell of pee that she realized what was happening. "I... ooooh I... I'm mmmm peeing." she stammered, a hint of panic in her voice. It felt wet around her knees, her thighs felt soaking wet and she could smell it! He finally realized what was happening slowing his pace. It was wet, good sex so often was but... extraordinarily wet! Looking down with disbelief he saw the discolored splotch soaking into her and the glittering wetness on her thighs. "You've been pissing on me!" he exclaimed in surprise not having expected his adult girlfriend to piss herself especially during sex. Emelie choked up, tears welling in her eyes. She hadn't expected it to go this far, she thought she could hold it but now she was mortified! When he finally pulled out with a wet shlick letting her thong snap back into place she lost control in earnest with a moan of relief. The skimpy underwear damped the flow just enough so that a golden arc of urine didn't shoot out across her room. Instead it gushed down her thighs hissing noisily as golden liquid soaked into the pants hung around her knees and the bedding beneath. Emelie let out a sorrowful wail unable to even hold herself to attempt regaining control. All she could do was lay there with her womanhood on display as she emptied her bladder. Ten seconds passed and urine was still running down her thighs, hot and wet. Fifteen seconds and the stream was still casting a wet sheen on her thighs. After twenty seconds it finally began to taper off. The noisy hiss began to fade, spurts and dribbles of urine replacing the heavy cascade that had soaked everything beneath her. "Now that you're finished pissing yourself." he said, clearing his throat. She was about to open her mouth to speak fully expecting him to leave, disgusted with her. Instead she gasped feeling him enter her again just as aroused as he had been before. "If I'd known you were going to do that I would have made you wear a diaper today." he said with a laugh as he resumed thrusting into his lover. She let out a moan, surprised at the turn of events she was soaked in piss but still he was making love to her. She let out a groan when he teased her about a diaper but she couldn't argue it wasn't warranted. The two went at it as planned and finally when they’d both collapsed on the drier part of the bed he spoke. “So, are you going to tell me what happened?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her. The restraints were long gone and her clothes tossed aside save for the panties she still wore. “Do I have to?” she asked with a sigh, content with cuddling him. “Yes, you do and after that you have some laundry to do.” he said firmly. She just groaned at him, relenting. “Fine… I got held up at work again and then traffic… I thought I could hold it.” she said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’m just glad… you’re not disgusted. I didn’t mean to pee on you… and truthfully the feeling of being so full like that; it was kind of a turn on.” she admitted, glad he couldn’t see how brightly she was blushing. “Of course I’m not disgusted with you. It’s a little… unorthodox but I thought it was cute. Try not to make it a habit unless you want your mattress stained.” he teased her. “I tried to warn you.” She said indignantly with a huff. He just laughed “I know~” he said with a wink, rolling out of bed ushering her to do the same. “Come on, get up. You need to strip your bed and take a shower.” he said, using his dominant voice. She grumbled making some incomprehensible noises before finally getting up, giving him a dirty look. “With that attitude… definitely diapers.” he teased.
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