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  1. A/N: While originally a concept by @Gothes, they have allowed me to create this thread here. It's an anthology series in the same vein as my Howe High series. This time its about family members who are desperate for a bathroom around each other and features wetting and peeing scenes. Here's the difference though. YOU are allowed to write your own scenes and post them here! And so long as they do not violate Omorashi Org's TOS, its fine by me. You can also request any story of me, though I do have rules. Without further ado, here is our first story. And as always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated! At Least Mom Made it...Kind of Silence wasn’t always common in the Freeland household, even less so around the dinner table. But for the moment, the two sisters and their mother sat without a word between them. The clinking of silverware and plates had taken over, and each of the present family members enjoyed, or at least tried to enjoy their mothers spaghetti. Rather than sit in silence, the girls mother spoke up “Have you decided what you’re going to do for senior skip day, Jessica?” Jessica finished chewing before answering “No. Not really. I might just hang around here.” “Well that’s not really fun. What about going for a hike? Or I could take you for a day trip somewhere?” “Maybe. Honestly, I was probably going to call Aubry and we’d hang around the mall or here or something.” “Still doesn’t seem like fun.” “What should we do? We have school the next day.” Her mother shrugged, then bent forward to take another bite. Amanda asked “Well if Jessica is getting the day off and just hanging around, can I get the day off too?” “No. You’re going to school” “Ugh. C’mon mom!” “You’ll be a senior soon too. You can have the day off then.” Amanda went back to twirling her spaghetti, mumbling to herself. Without anything else to grab their attention, the family returned to silence, with most of the trio wrapping up their meals. Just then, the distinctive ringtone of their mother’s phone sounded from the kitchen counter, which was close to the dining table. The girl’s mother got up to answer it, picking up when she saw that it was her husband. Staying in the kitchen, her daughters were aware of the conversation. “Hey honey! How’s your trip?” The girls could hear the excited response of their father on the other end of the line. Their mother responded “That’s great! See, I told you that you should have gone, congratulations on the award sweetie!” Jessica and her sister had finished their dinners, and Jessica instinctively begun to clear the table, carrying each plate and glass in her hands as best as she could. She walked around her chatting mother as she gathered up the pots and pans and put them in the sink. She poured liquid soap on each of the dishes and started the tap. As the sound of running water filled the kitchen of the small ranch house, only Amanda noticed their mothers reaction. But they all heard her words. “No, Jessica was just starting the dishes.” She laughed nervously “Honey, you know I’ll only do that for you if you’re good. No, I can’t talk like that, the girls are right here.” Both Jessica and Amanda looked at each other. Amanda raised an eyebrow, and Jessica giggled. As their mother moved away from the kitchen, Jessica finished up with the brief chore of washing the dishes. It was good timing too, as she felt the familiar twinge of a bladder that was due to release its contents. Her sister had left for her room, and Jessica followed close behind. Their house had just one hallway that connected the bedrooms from the kitchen and living room. Along the narrow hallway sat the only bathroom in the house. Sandwiched between the dining room and the spare bedroom, it was a small, compact area. As Jessica opened the thin wooden door and flicked on the light, the almost yellow color of the old tile hit her eyes. They adjusted quickly while Jessica shut the door behind her. Nonchalantly, she walked over to the toilet, which was nestled between the counter and the window. In one quick motion, her athletic shorts were on the floor, and her eighteen year old butt on the toilet seat. With her forearms resting on her thin thighs, the room was soon filled with the sound of Jessica’s fresh pee slipping past her labia and dripping into the toilet water. Quickly the dripping sound of her urine splashing into the toilet was replaced with the the constant splatter as it started to rush out of her young snatch. As Jessica peed, she looked out the window, not at anything in particular, but it helped pass the few seconds it was going to take to relieve herself. The sound of the splashing water in the toilet bowl reverberated off of the walls of the small bathroom. Below her, the water itself started to adopt a yellowish hue as Jessica’s pee added to the liquid already in the bowl. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Jessica was done. Grabbing a few squares of toilet paper for herself, she made sure she was dry. In one motion Jessica stood and pulled her athletic shorts back up along with her panties. In another motion, she flushed, clearing the discolored water from the toilet. Jessica turned her attention to the mirror. Without many thoughts running through her mind, she began removing her makeup for the night. Dabbing the brush against her face and utilizing the necessary tools was a second nature at this point. Part of her relished in the solace. Not that her family was noisy, but there were usually four of them. So Jessica took her private opportunities where she could. Her sanctuary was quickly dashed by a sudden knock on the door. A light tap, Jessica heard her mother on the other side. “Sweetheart, your father found something for you tomorrow. Work gave him a few tickets to a baseball game, and he can’t make it. I thought I’d take you and Aubrey for senior day.” “Oh.” Jessica thought about it for a second “Yeah! That sounds great! Could we go to the mall too? Make a whole day out of it?” Her mother thought about it. “Sure. You know what? I’m meeting Jen for lunch, why don’t I drop you and Aubrey off at the mall, then come back and pick you two up?” “Sounds like a plan. Thanks Mom!” “Oh and Honey?” There was a pause “Are you going to be done soon? ‘Cuz mom really needs a pee right now.” “Um…maybe like fifteen minutes?” “Your sister’s out here too.” “I’m almost done.” “Now Jessica.” Her mother spoke with some force Sighing, Jessica dropped her makeup removing tools and opened the door, her mother’s figure taking up most of the door frame. Surprisingly, she had both her hands hovering near the crotch of her khaki pants. Her mother pushed past her and closed the door as Jessica left the only bathroom in the house. Her sister was standing against the wall with her arms folded, a disappointed look on her face. “She always does this.” “Who, mom?” Jessica asked “Yeah-” Suddenly Amanda was interrupted by a loud splattering sound. Instantly, both sisters were acutely aware that they could hear their Mother peeing on the on the other side of the light door. It was accompanied by a sigh that was as loud as the noise of her urine spraying both into the toilet water and against the insides of the bowl. The two could also hear a faint hiss, but didn’t want to acknowledge where it was coming from. Amanda continued her thought as the sound of their Mother peeing echoed behind them “I mean, I was standing out here waiting for you, and she just walks up after her conversation with dad and cuts right in front of me.” “She must have needed to go that bad.” Jessica paused, letting the sound of her mother’s spraying urine accent her point “Would it have killed her to wait? Or not hold it until she’s about to piss herself?” Before Jessica could respond, the sound of her mother’s stream ending it’s journey out of her became apparent. It was quickly replaced with the sound of her scolding voice “Because Amanda, I had to work today, run errands, and cook dinner for the two of you.” They could hear her unrolling the toilet paper from its place in the bathroom “Mom’s a big girl, she can hold her pee, but we all have limits.” “You’ll be fine Mom. You can wait like two seconds, its not gonna hurt you.” They could hear the toilet flushing, and soon their mother opened the door. “Don’t argue with me. Here.” She opened the door for Amanda, who said nothing as she too entered the bathroom. Rather than stand in the hall and listen to another family member pee, Jessica headed for her shared room, excited to call her friend and plan their day tomorrow. ########################################################## Jessica watched the homes and trees go by the window of her mother’s car. Occasionally, there would be someone on the sidewalk, going about their day. Sometimes she wondered about those people. Even if what they were doing was mundane, it was still part of their lives. Whoever they were, whatever their lives were like, they all had stories to tell. Part of Jessica just wanted to hear them. Stop signs, red lights, and traffic had their way with the mother and daughter duo, but there was very little conversation between them. As they pulled onto the highway towards the mall, Jessica hoped to liven the tone in the vehicle. “I like your pants Mom. Are they new?” “Oh. No. But thank you Sweetie!” She ran her hand long her thigh “I like the color with this top. And I felt like the yellow was summer-ish.” “You sure they’re not new? I feel like I’d remember if I saw you in yellow jeans.” “Actually Jess, truth is I probably couldn’t have fit in them for a while. I think I bought them last year. Maybe even the year before.” “Oh.” Jessica paused “Well congrats on losing the weight then.” Her mother smiled “Thanks Honey.” She looked over to Jessica “I like your jeans too.” “These are old. I’m probably going to buy a new pair with Aubrey.” Her mother nodded before returning her attention to the cars on the road. The first sign advertising the mall appeared, reminding her to go over the plan with her daughter. “So remember Jess, we’re kind of on a tight schedule here. After I drop you off, I’m going to have lunch with Jen, and then come back to pick you two up. Don’t be in their for more than an hour or a half or so. Or until I text you.” “Yeah, I know mom. Did I remember to tell you about Aubrey’s plans? She sent me a text this morning that her parents are going to take them to see their cousins or something like that after we’re done, so they’ll be at the house at like 6:30 or seven.” “6:30 or seven? We’ll have to leave like right after the game!” “I know, but it was that or she wouldn’t be able to come at all.” Her mother sighed. “Fine. Hopefully its a quick game then.” The two returned to silence, and Jessica rested her head on her hand. The highway was much less interesting than suburbia. The only even slightly interesting thing about the highway was the slow erosion of their home town, and the rows and rows of trees between the two lanes that used to be part of a forest. Jessica supposed that it technically was still a forest, just much less so now. Out of boredom, Jessica played with her auburn hair. She had curled it that morning and took some pride in how it looked. Preening her tank top, she couldn’t help but bask in the confidence that her fit body gave her. As the trees began to thin, and the woods turned to assorted buildings and the makings of another town, Jessica’s mother waded through the growing traffic line of cars and made for the exit. A large billboard advertising the mall dominated the skyline. Shop, relax, enjoy. The mall that has it all! “You know, I’ve never liked that tagline.” “What tagline?” “The one on the billboard Mom, see it?.” “Why is that? Isn’t that what you’re going there to do?” “I mean I guess, but it just seems too generic.” “Well what wouldn’t be generic?” “Um…I don’t know. They should just try to be more creative.” “Uh-huh. Glad you’re going into marketing then.” Jessica looked over at her mother as the car entered the massive parking lot for the mall. “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.” Her mother looked back and smiled gently. Jessica gave her a playful smack “Mom! I want to draw! I’m not going to be coming up with the words!” Her mother chucked to herself as they made their way to the entrance of the populated area. Out of the couple dozen people milling around the entrance, one girl with blonde hair stood out. Jessica smiled and hopped out of the car as it stopped. “Hey You!” “Jess! Hey!” Her longtime friend greeted her back with a friendly hug “An hour and a half girls!” Jessica’s mother called after them Jessica waved her off and shut the car door, turning back to her friend as her mother drove away. “So where do you want to go first? Or do you just want to walk around?” Aubrey looked at Jessica funny “Walk around, duh. I need the exercise if I’m going to be eating ballpark food.” The two friends turned and walked towards the large glass doors that gave the building a grand appearance. Despite its age, it was designed with care, and gave an air of sophistication. “You’re actually going to eat the food there?” “Uh yeah?” “Don’t act like I’m stupid, didn’t you become a vegetarian?” “Ok, but have you had a pretzel, ice cream and a hot dog at a baseball game?” “Never even been to a baseball game.” Aubrey looked at her friend, shocked as they entered the mall and stared walking down the massive hallways “Never?” “Why would I? I don’t care about sports.” “Not even by accident?” “How do you accidentally go to a baseball game?” Aubrey shrugged “I don’t know, but they’re super fun! Oh! Hey!” She cut in front of Jessica and quickie walked into a sporting goods store. As Jessica followed, Arbury excitedly continued “I’m getting a hat!” Jessica couldn’t help but smile at her friends energy. She was already glad to have found something to do today. ############################ While the two girls roamed about the mall, Jessica’s mother made her way through town to her favorite Italian restaurant. Both traffic and finding a place to park was simple, and as soon as the car was turned off, she began to touch up her makeup. It wasn’t more than a minute before she heard a knock on the window. “Jen! Hey!” “Maddie! Hey!” She threw back in a jovial manor “Just let me finish my makeup and we’ll head in.” Jennifer quickly bent one of her knees, her polka dotted dress swaying in the wind. “Um, you can just finish that inside.” “Cold?” Jennifer nodded, weakly smiling as she did. Maddison closed her small mirror and put it back in her purse. Climbing out of her car, she joined her friend on the sidewalk. “How was the drive over here?” “Oh…you know. Slow.” “Really? I got Jessica to the mall pretty easy.” Jennifer nodded and adjusted her purse on her shoulder. The dark color matching the black of her polka dotted dress. Her hands by her sides, she walked quicker than usual, and certainly faster than Laura. Jennifer reached the outdoor hostess first, and gave her name for their reservation. As the hostess grabbed two menus and began leading them inside to their table, Laura asked “Is your back acting up again?” “Hm? N-no..,I’m fine, why?” “You’re walking so stiff, I was worried.” Laura laughed nervously “Are you sure?” “I’m fine.” As Laura sat down at their table, Jennifer mentioned to the hostess “I’m sorry miss? Where are the restrooms? My friend wanted to fix her makeup.” The hostess pointed to the far corner of the restaurant, her pantyhose-clad knees briefly touching. She quickly brushed down her short black skirt. “Back there, but there might be a wait. We’ve been super busy like, all day.” As she walked back outside, Jennifer began to walk to the far corner of the restaurant. The half-wall that blocked the view of the doors, and the small sign that read restrooms was difficult to read from where they were seated. Despite what the hostess had said, there was only one other woman in line. Before Laura could even think about joining her friend, their waitress came over to the table. Not knowing what her friend wanted to drink, she ordered waters to start and an appetizer before joining her friend in line. They stood shoulder to shoulder, Jenifer intently watching the door in front of her. It was a dark wooden color, with a stained glass center that bore the word women’s on it. The one lady in front of the two friends went in before the two said a word between them. Laura tried to start a conversation “What did the doctors say? About your back?” “Hmm?” Jennifer bit her lip “Oh. It’s bad.” “Bad?” “Mhmm.” “What do you mean bad?” “Well…” Jennifer grabbed at the hiem of her dress “It hurts.” She nodded and looked over at Laura. The two fell back into silence for a moment until the door opened. The woman held the door for them both as Jennifer gave a weak smile. Laura followed and walked towards one of the sinks, grabbing some of her makeup tools out of her purse. Jennifer quickly walked into the open stall. Laura could hear her friend quickly jam her purse onto the hook of the stall door, followed by the unmistakable sound of her shoes tapping on the clean tiled floor. As Laura began to reapply her makeup, she heard an unmistakably loud hiss from the stall her friend had just occupied. It was followed by an equally loud splash, the toilet water reacting to the heavy flow of fresh piss it was about to endure. Her friend was breathing heavily, sounding as if she was just coming up for air after being underwater. For a moment the only sound in the entire restroom was the splash of the toilet water and the hiss of her deflating bladder. Both of which nearly drowned out her heavy breathing. “So yeah-” Jennifer started to talk, but the sound of the splashing water and her hissing snatch became greater as she contracted her muscles. It briefly overwhelmed her voice “There’s a ton of traffic on the highway. Construction made it a one lane, so that was annoying. But yeah, my back is better, I think it was just that old office chair I was using.” As the stall next to Jennifer flushed, the splashing of her stream was still audible over the sound of the swirling water. The other woman washed her hands next to Laura, but said nothing. The sound of Jennifer's hissing pee still permeated the room, and the splashing of the water below her created an awkwardness for the stranger and Laura both. As Jennifer’s stream began to die down, Laura finished her makeup and reapplied her lipstick. It was subtle, just enough to help her pale lips pop. The once roaring stream that had erupted from Jennifer had finally been reduced to a slow drip. Laura asked her friend a question, piercing the veil as she heard her unravel the toilet paper “Better?” Jennifer sighed “You have no idea.” ################################ Jessica looked away from her phone for a moment as her friend suddenly grabbed her arm and darted off towards a sporting goods store. “Wait! Where-” “We’re getting hats! C’mon!” They cut in front of a lane of people walking in the opposite direction and entered the store. Sports weren’t that interesting to Jessica, but she smiled a little at her friend’s excitement. As they entered the store, Aubrey immediately made her way to the hats and began combing through the shelves. She shuffled through a few of the more popular teams, and made a face when she couldn’t find the one she was looking for. She looked around the shop, which was sparsely packed with people. The only person who appeared to be working was an overweight, middle aged man with glasses. His balding head picked up when he saw the young blonde senior approach him. “Excuse me sir? It doesn’t look like there are any Spanner’s hats. Can you help us out?” He nodded, obviously happy that the bubbly blonde with large breasts for her frame was taling to him. Aubry made small talk “We’re going to the game this afternoon, and its my friends first time.” He looked at Jessica and smiled, her brownish hair and it’s natural curls were equally as alluring. “You like sports?” Jessica shook her head, a little shy. Aubry spoke for her “She’s more into math and science. She thinks sports are dumb.” Aubry had a wide smile on her face, ribbing her friend playfully “I didn’t say that!” Jessica playfully gave Aubry a light push, matching her smile. Aubry turned her attention back to the cashier “No, but I think we should have some merch, and it’s not like we want to pay the prices at the stadium, you know?” The man agreed and nodded while typing on the computer, searching the inventory of the store. Aubry leaned forward over the counter, accenting her boobs. “You think I should get a top too?” “Uhh…” The man was taken aback, he coughed nervously “Um…well the store could use the business but I don’t know.” Aubry looked over to Jessica and giggled. Jessica’s eyes were wide, she disapproved of her friends act. “Uh, Miss? I think I have one, maybe two hats in the back.” “Oh! Great, thank you!” The man waddled towards the back, and Jessica pulled her friends arm. “What was that?” “What was what?” “You know!” Jessica motioned towards her own breasts, but was reluctant to touch them or repeat the tease that her friend had done. Aubry smiled “I’ll tell you at lunch. I want to buy a pair of shorts too, we should hit up the store across from the food court.” Jessica looked at her phone “I want something to wear too, but we don’t have a ton of time left.” At that moment, the overweight man waddled from the backroom towards the counter, proudly holding a cap in his sweaty hand. “Last one! Maybe ever. These don’t really sell.” “Oh! Perfect thank you!” Aubry excitedly clapped her hands and took the hat from the man. She paid for the hat and made more small talk with the man behind the counter. Jessica stayed quiet, not really knowing what to say. She looked at her phone, confirming that they had enough time to shop and eat before her mom came back. Aubry started walking, thanking the man for his time. Exiting the store, the two friends cut through the foot traffic in the mall and reached the upward escalator. As they rode up to the second floor, Aubrey felt the first nudge from her bladder, a gentle reminder that she had not gone since that morning. “Jess, did I tell you about this new drink I’ve been trying in the morning?” Jessica shook her head “It’s super good! Ton of electrolytes and no sugar, so its super good for you.” “Probably doesn’t taste good.” “No. You’re right, it doesn’t taste good. That not the point.” “But when you said it was super good-” “I meant that it was super good for you!” The two reached the top of the escalator and stepped off. The large walking space in front of them was the only thing blocking their access to the large clothing store that anchored the mall. Excitedly, the two friends entered the large store, Aubry was sure she’d have time to use the restroom before they left for the game. ################################# As their food finally came, Laura ordered some wine. Jennifer commented “Aren’t you going to be driving?” “Yeah but a little wine won’t hurt.” “Are you going to have a beer at the game?” “Well sure, but it’s mostly water anyway. Theo usually complains about it.” Jennifer twirled her spaghetti and asked before chewing “How are things with your husband?” “Good. Really good honestly. I wonder if he took some sort of class or seminar or something. But he’s been great lately.” Laura cut some of her eggplant parmesan “Must be nice.” Jennifer took another bite of her spaghetti and a drink from her glass “Nice?” “You know, to have someone. It’s impossible to date at my age.” “Your age? C’mon Jen, you’re talking like you’re a hundred years old.” Jennifer shrugged “I just wish I had a guy…who was there, you know? A guy that I could just ask questions, or…” A look of sadness washed over Jennifer’s face. “You’ll find someone. You’re cute, have a good job. Why not one of the guys in the office?” The waiter came back with the wine. “Thank you” “I don’t know. Wouldn’t guys find it a bit.” Jennifer paused, looking for the right word “I don’t know, creepy? Their old boss comes over and starts flirting with them.” “I think the right guy would be into it. Maybe this is too much for you but one night Theo and I did this boss and employee roleplay. He was an animal.” Laura looked down at her food as she cut another piece, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she remembered that night. Silence came back over the two as they both ate, their meals dwindling on their plate. Jennifer cut into her last meatball. Pushing the meat to the side in her mouth she stated “I don’t want that though. I…really want what you have.” She finished chewing “And I can’t.” “A man?” Laura looked confused “Kids.” “It’s a lot of work-” “But isn’t it fulfilling? Sure I’m positive you have your troubles, but Jess is about to go to college, and Amanda I’m sure will do fine.” Laura laughed “Here’s why you don’t want kids. Do you know what Amanda did to me last night?” Jennifer took a sip from her sparkling water. “Do tell” “So I had a ton of errands to run yesterday. Nothing special, just a lot.” Laura took finished the rest of her wine. “About halfway through, I had to pee.” Jennifer laughed awkwardly at her friends candid nature. Laura continued “I get home, start cooking. I figured I’d just go after I got dinner ready, the girls usually take their time when I call them anyway, you know? Of course, this time they were ready immediately. And Maybe its my fault, I could have gone before we started but I guess I just didn’t feel like it.” Laura finished her eggplant. She took another drink of water, paused, and took another drink, emptying the glass. “Anyway, I was about to get up and go when Theo called. So then of course I answer like a good wife. But the whole time I’m like: okay, I’ve got to pee. Then of course, Jess starts washing the dishes and I felt like I was about to pee my pants.” Their waiter came by to refill Laura’s water. He seemed a little embarrassed as he picked up the tail end of their conversation. Jennifer noticed his blush and added “Maybe watch how much you give her!” The two friends laughed and Jennifer grabbed his arm lightly, which he pulled away from. “Would you two ladies like any dessert?” “No, we’re on a time thing. Can we actually just get the check?” Laura looked at her phone as the waiter nodded and left “Yeah, I got to pick up the girls in like twenty.” Jennifer motioned for her to continue her story “So you peed your pants last night-” “No, I felt like I was going to. I didn’t. Anyway, I’m talking to Theo and Jess finishes the dishes, whatever. Then she gets in the bathroom and I’m thinking, oh great.” The waiter placed the check down in the middle of the table and left “I get off the phone, go up the bathroom and Amanda is standing there too. Now, we have a thin door, so-” She leaned over the table, and Jennifer instinctively leaned in as well. In a whisper, Laura added “we can hear Jess peeing”. As she pulled back from the table, Laura cleared her throat. It was a little embarrassing “Anyway, at this point I’m struggling, and I’m basically holding myself. So I say to Amanda ‘sweetheart, mom’s going next’. And I can see her roll her eyes but she doesn’t say anything. So I go in next and Jessica comes out.” The waiter took the check along with Jennifer’s credit card. She paid for the entire meal. “I get in there, I finally start going, and you know how it feels when you wait a long time and then finally get to go.” Jennifer nodded and raised her eyebrows “Sounds familiar” she chuckled to herself “Alright so I’m going and I hear Amanda, complaining about me through that door. She ends up arguing with me while I’m peeing. Like its coming out of me, and I’m having to tell her that I can’t wait forever. Like does she think that once I become a mom I don’t have to pee ever again?” Jennifer smiled. Laura continued “She tells me that I’m over dramatic and that I can wait a few extra minutes for her, and that I ‘always do this to her’. Like, what does she know?” Jennifer shrugged “Maybe she has a point.” “How?” “I mean, you could have gone while you were out. You didn’t need to wait until you got home.” “Ugh. No, I hate public bathrooms. I think I’d rather pee in my pants than use one. If you ever hear me even suggest it, it probably means it’s too late already.” “So how does all this make me not want to have kids?” “I don’t know. You don’t have to deal with all of this I guess.” “That it? That’s the reason?” Laura shrugged “No, I love them both. It’s just exhausting sometimes. Speaking of which-” She looked at her phone “I gotta pick up Jess and her friend.” The two friends stood and gave each other a hug, Laura added “Thanks for lunch. We should do this more often!” “We really should!” The two stood awkwardly for a moment, Laura expecting Jennifer to walk out with her, but Jennifer admitted “Oh, I um…have to go again. And I’m not going to drive through that construction. Call me when you guys get home!” The two gave each other a good bye and parted for the day. Jennifer walked back towards the restroom for the second time that day, and Laura walked to the front door. As she stepped out into the late spring sunlight, she was glad they were seated when they did. A line of people were either sitting on the provided benches or standing in front of the podium to check reservations. The same hostess that had seated them was standing behind it, her legs jittered as she read back the last name of whoever was next in line. Laura thought nothing of it as she walked to her car and climbed back in. Full of her favorite food and thoroughly hydrated, she was ready to hit the road. ############################### With a bundle of clothes on each arm, both Jessica and Aubry waited in line for the changing rooms to open up. Aubry no longer felt like she had to go. Distracted by shopping and the prospect of a new outfit, her minor need was pushed to the side. A door opened and Jessica went in first, a bundle of short but conservative clothes in her arms. The next door that opened went to Aubry. Closing the door behind her, Aubry set her clothes down on the bench and took her top off. Her noticeably large breasts were hidden behind her red bra. She tried on a white sleeveless top first. She liked it, but the red of her bra poked through. She could only imagine how incredulous her mother would be if she saw her wearing it. She put it in the “buy” pile. Jessica looked around nervously for a camera. The thought that the mall even allowed security cameras to point into the changing rooms made her uncomfortable. Leaving her top on, she used her hands and the mirror to check the dimensions of the T-shirt. It was grey, and went well with the dark denim jeans she was currently wearing. She decided to buy it. Aubry was down to her last potential purchase. A pair of short jeans. They were light, and didn’t go much farther down than her thighs. Her small butt was covered completely, but just barely. They were a tight fit, and she could feel them digging into her waistline. But they were tight, nearly looked painted on, and that’s what she wanted. As Aubry stepped out of the changing room with her new outfit, she felt the urge to pee come back. Still subtle, it was a reminder that she needed to ease the building liquid in her bladder. The tight shorts weren’t helping. She met Jessica and the two walked towards the cashier. “Wow. Those are…short.” Jessica commented “I know. I love them!” “But won’t people stare?” Aubrey smiled as she walked towards the counter “Maybe I want them to.” Unlike the first time, the feeling of a filling bladder was not leaving Aubry. She attributed it to her new shorts. Whatever the cause was, she knew that she should go before they left for the game. As she and Jessica paid and left the clothing store, she started to walk towards the restrooms that were right next to the food court. Jessica looked down at her phone “If we’re going to eat anything, we need to now. Mom’s already on her way.” “Um…okay.” Aubry glanced over to the restrooms, a small but manageable line out front. She hadn’t eaten yet, and lunch sounded just as enticing. The two split, Jessica ventured over to an Asian restaurant and Aubry went towards the only eatery that claimed to have food that was somewhat healthy. She stood in line tapping her foot and distracting herself with her phone, the dull urge to use the restroom staying with her. Jessica was the first one to find a table. As she sipped her iced tea and took ravenous bites of her food, she couldn’t help but look at her longtime friend waiting in line. Her new shorts were not something that Jessica would ever wear herself, nor would she have expected Aubry to wear them. Her own jeans were tighter than she would have normally worn, but she figured that the dark color stood out less. Eventually, Aubry came over with her food, a salad and a water bottle. The plastic bottle was dwarfed by Jessica’s large plastic cup. “Water and a salad? I thought you said you were hungry?” “I am. But I’m calorie cutting, so this is the best I can do.” “Calorie cutting?” Jessica worried “Yeah. Got down to about a thousand a day.” “Isn’t that a little unhealthy?” “I’ve been fat. That’s unhealthy too.” “I read-” Aubry put her hand up. Obviously, Jessica had struck a nerve. “I know. My mother says the same thing every time. But I’m not being unhealthy. I just don’t eat anything but lunch.” “That is unhealthy.” “No it isn’t. Not if you do it right.” The two were quiet. Jessica took a long sip from her drink, the fluid still amounting to much more than Aubry’s water bottle. Aubry continued “Besides. I’m having a hot dog, a pretzel and a soda at the game. I can’t pig out now.” “I just don’t get why you’re starving yourself.” “I’m not! Besides, I like being healthy. People pay attention to me now, especially boys. Did you see the guy behind the counter?” “Oh that creep would have looked at any girl like that. And you did that whole show, of course he was looking at you!” “But it’s not just him. Guys hold the door open for me. Even girls at school are nicer.” “Is that why you started sitting with that cheerleader at lunch?” “Jamie? N-no. We just started studying together. That’s all!” Aubry blushed, her white skin turning a light shade of red “Look, can we talk about something else? I hated being fat, and I like feeling human again. That’s all.” Unsure why her friend was so defensive, Jessica backed off and took another long drink from her iced tea. Aubry did the same with her water. Jessica’s phone buzzed as she received a text from her mother. “Woah! Mom’s gonna be here in like 5. We gotta go!” Jessica scrambled to finish the last of her lunch and downed the rest of her tea. “Ok, let me just-” Jessica started to pack up her things. “We don’t have time, the entrance is on the other side!” Aubrey followed suit, tossing the rest of her salad into the trash and downing her water bottle in one gulp. She walked quickly to catch up to her friend, taking a glance at the line for the restroom as they passed it. This is a bad idea she thought ############################# As Laura swung the car around the entrance to the mall, she scanned the crowd for her daughter. She couldn’t see either of them, and decided to stop the car in the large circular driveway. She briefly searched around the clean car for her phone, before grabbing it off of the passenger seat. Looking up she saw her daughter and her friend leaving the mall. She was proud of Jessica for being on time for once and smiled as she watched her daughter throw a large plastic cup into the garbage and make their way to the car. “Right on time girls!” “Hey Mrs. F!” Aubry gave a chipper greeting as she climbed into the car, Jessica climbed in the other side “Hi Aubry. You look ready!” Luara started to drive as the two friends put their seatbelts on “Just got the hat today. I was telling Jess that there’s nothing like a baseball game. You ready?” Laura smiled at the girls enthusiasm “Of course. I like your top by the way.” Aubrey smiled back without saying a word. Without Laura noticing, she elbowed Jessica as if to say I told you so. As they drove away from the mall, Aubry studied Laura. Her yellow pants stood out and contrasted well with her white sleeveless blouse. Concededly, or perhaps for another reason, Aubry glanced at the older woman’s chest, then to Jessica's. Whether it was out of a sense of superiority, a opportunity to get her mind off of her growing need to pee, or something else entirely, she didn’t know. Whatever it was, it helped distract her for the moment. “Something different about hotdogs and pretzels at a ballgame, you know?” No one responded. Aubry sat, she looking out the back window. Time had passed, but exactly how much, she didn’t know. The towns, trees and fields that they passed all blended together. The only constant was the building pressure in her bladder. It reprimanded her for keeping quiet in the mall. Aubry expressed her regret with a sigh “I should have peed at the mall.” Jessica looked over to her friend “Mom, are we gonna stop anywhere?” Aubry jumped in, her love for sports still overriding her anatomical need “No, I’d rather be there for the whole game. Don’t feel like you need to stop for me.” Laura looked in the rearview mirror. Aubry didn’t look all that distressed aside from her swinging legs in the back seat. She glanced at her daughter, who seemed to be more interested in whatever was out of the window than stopping. Still, Laura wanted to give them the opportunity. “Are you sure Aubry? It’s going to be twenty or so minutes.” “Yeah, no, I’ll be fine. Might have to find a bush or something after the game.” Jessica whipped her head away from the window, her mouth agape at such a suggestion. Aubry gave more context “Hardly any of the stalls have doors. I’d really only use one if I had to.” “No doors?” The very idea seemed to make Jessica squirm in her seat. Gently, she place a hand against her crotch “Is that even allowed? That has to be a rumor or something.” “Uh, no.” Aubry laughed awkwardly “I um…have firsthand experience.” Jessica’s eyes went wide “How is that even allowed? Don’t we have some right to privacy?” “I think they did it after that woman got alcohol poisoning. Maybe it’s like a safety thing?” Jessica squirmed and crossed her legs in her seat, it went unnoticed by everyone else in the car “So like…everyone watched you pee?” “Well no, it wasn’t me.” Aubrey sighed “It was my mom. She had said that she needed to go before the game started, and we waited forever in line. Like long enough to miss the National Anthem and the first pitch.” “How did you miss the first pitch and all of that because of her?” Laura asked from her driver’s seat “I said because we were waiting in that big long line.” “She made you wait in line too?” “Well no. I...had to go too.” Aubry shifted in her seat, remembering the event. “But when we got to the stall, only like one or two of them had doors.” The conversation seemed to end. Neither Laura nor Jessica needed to hear that much more of the story. Especially Jessica, who was privately starting to regret not going at the mall as well. Aubry’s warning about the stalls without doors didn’t sit well with her either. It was bad enough that their bathroom at their home had a thin door, but the prospect of other people directly seeing her was a predicament she did not want to be a part of. “Mom, are you sure we shouldn’t stop?” Aubry interjected, she sounded agitated “No! The fact that we have to be back to your house by 6:30 means we probably should leave in the 7th inning. I don’t want to miss anything. I’ll be fine. Just forget it.” Despite her verbal protests, Aubry’s bladder would have preferred them stopping. Gone was the gentle and occasional nudge from a slightly full bladder and its place was the constant pressure of a distressed abdomen. Aubry rubbed her stomach, just above her bladder, and jittered her exposed legs. She promised herself she be fine. She was strong. This was nothing. “Wow, Jen wasn’t kidding” Laura gave a low whistle. Construction had the lane in the other direction nearly at a dead stop. The few cars that were moving were doing so slowly as drivers cut each other off and maneuvered their way around the dwindling lanes. Aubry cringed as they passed another exit. You’ll be fine. A hotdog, pretzel and a soda. You’ll forget all about it. You’re fine. Aubry’s fears were quelled as soon as the car pulled into the stadium parking lot. As she excitedly took in the sights and sounds of the crowd around her, the dull ache of her annoyed bladder evaporated. Or, at least it felt that way. As soon as Laura turned off the car, she hopped out, and waited for Jessica to join her. The two friends were in lockstep, Laura tailing behind as they went through security. For as much as Aubry’s excitement had numbed her, Jessica hadn’t felt the same effect. She was starting to feel the weight of her bladder against her privates as they walked up the huge concrete steps towards their seats. As they reached the floor that housed the multiple entrances to the stadium seats, Aubry felt someone grab her arm. It was Jessica’s Mom. “Aubry honey, I’ll get you that hot dog and pretzel you mentioned. Why don’t you and Jess go find our seats?” Aubry nodded, Mrs. Freeland seemed to be alluding to more. She stayed put for a movement, and her friend’s mom spoke again “And maybe use the restroom if you get a chance?” You’re not my mother Aubry kept the thought to herself, and nodded instead. Following the advice, she set out to find the nearest restroom while Jessica went to find their seats. It wasn’t hard to navigate the crowds to find the restroom. The challenge came from waiting in the line that was present. A sizeable portion of the wall closest to the bathroom entrance for the ladies was covered in women of all stripes waiting their turn for relief. Aubry joined in at the tail end, her unhappy bladder notifying her of her condition. Time also reminded her that her last visit to the bathroom was hours ago, and while that wouldn’t have been a problem if she had been drinking normally, the drinks she had downed had been processed. If her bladder was at this point in its fullness normally, she would have voided it at this point. But this wasn’t a normal day. With a sigh, Aubry folded her arms. She placed them just below her chest. She could feel her boobs on her forearms. She tapped her foot. Waiting was the worst part. Just the idea that she would get relief soon was enough to send her bladder into an involuntary spasm. She held on. Crossing her legs, she began to bob up and down. The line was moving at a glacier speed. It was helped quickly by a trio of girls darting out of line and heading for the men’s room. One of them had her hands jammed into the crotch of her olive shorts. They talked to a few of the men who were waiting in their own line, though it was considerably shorter than the ladies, and the men called forward “Ladies coming through!” Some of the men cheered. A few whistled and the three girls seemed to be having fun with it. Aubry briefly thought about going over there herself. She decided against it, the thought of peeing in a room full of guys was a little much for her. Peeing in front of someone might be hot though. She chased the thought away. What on earth are you thinking? She crossed her legs. Just then, the announcement came over the loudspeaker that the anthem and first pitch were about to be thrown. Still guided by her love for sports and the outdoors, Aubry left the line. She decided to hold it. ############### They were uncomfortable plastic seats, and as Jessica sat in them, she could feel the waist of her jeans cutting into her filling bladder. She should have peed, she knew that. But as Aubry took the seat next to her, and her mother took the seat closest to the isle, Jessica felt trapped and locked into her decision. The first two innings were quick. Each team had one hit between them. It gave Aubry time to take in the game and perhaps more importantly, put aside her throbbing bladder. Jessica, who was less interested in the game, was not nearly as distracted. The large iced tea and other drinks she had consumed at the mall were catching up with her. She rubbed her thighs with her hands, trying to remain inconspicuous. Getting up to go would require her mother and friend to stand up, and she wasn’t willing to risk the social niceties yet. Aubry couldn’t help but shift and cross her legs in another way. She felt bloated; heavy even, and she had no idea how long the third inning had been. She felt as though her interest had waned, as she was now focused almost entirely on holding back her floodwaters. Despite her shifting and squirming, Aubrey was starting to hold herself, occasionally clutching and grabbing at her privates. Hoping that her pelvic exercises would save her, she squeezed and contracted her walls in hopes that they could do the trick. She was sure her tight pants were showing off these contractions. But she was confident that others wouldn’t notice. She felt a presence next to her. It was Jessica’s mom leaning over to whisper “I hate using public bathrooms” What does that mean? Does she know that I have to go? Aubry looked over at her friends mom Maybe she needs to pee too? It didn’t look that way. Jessica’s mother was as stiff as a statue, focusing on the game. The crowd cheered as the pitcher walked the batter, putting a second man on base. Aubry tried to pay attention to the game, but her bladder had waited long enough. It was starting to dominate her thoughts, telling her to go now. Aubry declined, instead trying to turn her attention to the game. By the time there were two outs in the fourth inning, Aubry was struggling. The full brunt of her actions were bearing down on her now tender bladder. It felt stretched, starting to ache. She curled her toes, visible in her sandals. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to focus on the game at hand. Aubry’s eyes darted back and forth. She wanted to focus on the players. Their numbers, their names. Their muscles. Anything. Aubry was probably sweating as much as they were. Her legs jittered. Sometimes subtly, sometimes with and extra bounce. She could feel her pee pressing right up against her slit. Both her hands were grabbing the edges of her shorts, Aubry was trying anything to keep control of her body. “Is it really true about the bathrooms not having any doors?” Aubry looked at Jessica, her friend clearly asking for her own need. Jessica was bent forward, her balled up fist dug right into the crotch of her dark jeans. Aubry was too desperate to respond “Yes.” The voice came from behind them. A blonde woman they didn’t know was resting her head on her boyfriend. She seemed friendly enough. With a confused look, he looked at her “So people saw you when…” “Only other women. But yeah, no hiding anything.” “Damn, that’s so hot.” He said flirtatiously The two gave each other a quick smooch and went back to watching the game, both with a smile. Jessica was no so enticed. As Aubry squirmed and shook next to her, Jessica’s own steadily filling bladder was taking its toll. The fifth inning was starting. She reminded herself that Aubry had mentioned leaving in the seventh. Jessica was starting to think she could make it. Having lost track of time, Aubrey’s mind could only concentrate on one thing and that was not releasing her pee. Of all the times she had been desperate in her life, she couldn’t think of one that was worse. It hurt. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. I really have to pee. The same two phrases dominated Aubrey’s mind. Desperately, she checked the scoreboard. She tried to tell herself that her love for the sport was greater than her physical need. It should almost be over. She waited; trying to be soak in every second. Trying to hold it. She didn’t want to be like her Mom. Aubry remembered her mother desperately in her seat. She wasn’t going to be like that. She stayed seated for another moment. Was it two minutes? One? Five? She didn’t know anymore. She couldn’t take it. Legs still crossed, she gingerly stood up. The pressure was nearly too much. The weight of her overfilled bladder was compounded by gravity pulling down on her swollen organ. The tightness she felt could only be offset by grabbing a hold of her crotch as tight as she could. She crossed her legs, every limb and muscle, every fiber of her being was in force to prevent a deluge of hot pee from running into her shorts. “P-please m-m-Mrs. Freedland…I-i-I have to pee…” Her voice was a labored whisper. Jessica’s mom stood to allow the struggling girl the opportunity to get up from her seat. Jessica followed, desperate, but not nearly as bad as her friend. Aubrey couldn’t stand up straight. Her slow movement held the two back. Keeping her eyes focused on the top of the stairs that housed the route to her rescue helped Aubrey concentrate on holding it. In a hunched over state, she waded her way through the throngs of people. She wasn’t even sure where they were going. To the top of the stairs. Progress. Aubrey saw the bathroom lines. They were still long. A cauldron of emotions gripped her. Fear, worry, embarrassment. She shook in place. Looking at her friend, Aubry was nearly in tears “I’m not going to make it…” Jessica looked at her friend, her watery, teary eyes told the whole story. Aubrey could only manage a loud exhale. She sucked her breath in. Trying to stand up as straight as her swollen abdomen would allow. Her bladder felt like a stone. It was pushing up against her tight jean shorts. Jessica was desperate. But her only concern right now was for Aubrey. The poor woman was staring down the slow line. Out of sympathy, Jessica walked by her shaking friend and asked the trio of girls in front of them “I hate to ask” She stammered “But can my friend cut you?” Jessica’s own legs were crossed as she spoke “Uhh…” The brunette leader of the three girls looked at Jessica first, her expression changing to one of shock when she saw Aubry “Oh! Oh my gosh, sure! A-are you ok?” Aubry was too desperate to speak, her mind caring only about controlling her bladder. She inched forward, the agony of her burning bladder was nearly too much. She felt a spurt of pee escape. It rushed into her panties. It was warm. Tantalizing the rest of her pent up pee. Another step, another spurt. Aubry stopped walking. She clutched the edges of her jean shorts, they cut off a few inches down her thigh. Her hands had no idea what to do, her brain short circuiting from the pressure and weight of her full bladder. She shook, her legs not willing to move. “I-Jess…I’m s-sor-ry…” Aubry’s muscles were in a mutiny, not willing to listen to the orders her brain was giving. It was too much. A quiet moan escaped Aubry’s lips. She grabbed the end of her shorts. Arms straight. Her legs were as stiff as a statue. Time seemed to slow. It wasn’t real. None of this was. It couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be. For as slowly as she perceived everyone around her, she was shocked at how fast it happened. Her panties had suddenly felt warm. Then there was the splattering of her hot piss smacking the concrete. It was loudest thing in the stadium. Or at least, it was to Aubry. She could feel the spreading warmth around her crotch. It cut down to both her legs, and soon was cascading down each of them. She thought about trying to stop, but the relief was too much. A dull hiss was emanating from her crotch. Her snatch was dumping an entirely full bladder into her shorts and panties. The seat of her shorts felt warm, she could feel it soak the backs of her legs. The rushing, splattering pee had reached her feet. With great speed, her flowing piss created a puddle underneath Aubry. It poured over her feet and into sandals, waterlogging them, and poured out onto the concrete ground. A shiver ran down the length of Aubry’s spine. Her legs began to twitch at the warmth and relief from holding it for so long. As her pussy continued to push warm pee into her panties, Aubry became acutely aware of her finally deflating bladder. She could only exhale as she marinated in the relief. Jessica could only watch in horror as her friend peed in her shorts. It was much quicker than she could have imagined. She almost didn’t want to believe it was happening. The quick dark stain on her light shorts quickly bloomed over her friends crotch. It was as if a showerhead had been jammed down her friends shorts. As Aubry continued to pee, it only got worse. She was moaning and whimpering, her legs wiggling as they were drenched in clear, hot pee. The puddle expanded, and the three girls backed away, their faces plastered with a shocked expression. Jessica’s own bladder relented in sympathy, shooting a quick jet of hot pee into her panties. She grabbed her own crotch as Aubry’s accident started to come to a close. That’s when Aubry started to hear the voices. “Peed her pants…” “Did you see that?” She didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to know who saw. She heard whispers, gasps. One of the three strangers started laughing. It cut harsher than any knife. She could feel the puddle she was standing in. Her legs were warm, and her crotch warmer. She couldn’t tell what was sweat and what was piss. She opened one eye. It was real. All of it. She was standing in a puddle of her own pee not more than an inch deep. It had splattered onto the backs of her heels. Her toes were wiggling, bathing in the now cooling sensation. ##################### Laura sat with one leg over the other. She was enjoying the sun and her time. Her phone buzzed. It was her daughter Get up here now! The worst thoughts entered Laura’s mind. Was there an emergency? Was someone sick? Even worse thoughts continued to occupy her mind as she climbed the stairs. What she didn’t expect was to see Aubry, a girl about to go to college, standing in a puddle, her shorts soaked in pee. It had clearly started at her crotch, and from the back, had soaked both of her butt cheeks in two wide streaks down the back of her legs. She could hear people laughing at her expense, and if they weren’t, their shocked faces gave away their thoughts. Laura jogged up to Aubry, and gave her a hug with just an arm “C’mon, we’re leaving now.” “But I really need to go too!” Jessica added “You can wait.” “Traffic’s going to be bad mom. Are you sure we can’t just wait so I can go?” “Jess, you’re not the only one who needs to pee, ok? But do you really want to make your friend a spectacle right now?” Jessica looked at Aubry’s pants and her puddle. Her friend looked forlorn, like she was about to cry. Jessica shook her head. “Can we at least stop on the way?” She could feel the wetness from her earlier leak “Please?” “Fine.” Laura knew they had time, and she wasn’t about to make her daughter wait. As they walked back towards the car, she could feel her own bladder asking to stop on the way back too. She hadn’t gone at the restaurant, and certainly avoided going at the stadium. She hated public restrooms, and all that would be available on the way back were gas stations. Laura would wait if she could. Aubry could feel her now cold legs react to the wind. Whatever piss that hadn’t dropped into her puddle, or dribble down her legs as she walked had now stuck to her. She left small wet footprints behind as her sandals squeaked. She could feel other people’s eyes. They were glued to her. She was too old to be wetting her pants. She knew that. She wanted to hide her shame, and she couldn’t. Still locked in a one-armed hug by her friends mom, she knew how juvenile she looked. The three climbed into the car, Aubry wincing as she sat down. She felt the cold of her now clammy panties around her privacy. Her freezing cold shorts clung to her. She reached into her back pocket as Laura started the car. Her phone was wet. Her pee had soaked though the denim of her shorts and wet the top half of the screen. “Even my phone is wet” Aubry started to laugh, Jessica did so nervously. Quickly Aubry’s laughter turned to tears. She started to cry “I-I-I just couldn’t wait anymore! This is all my fault!” “Aww, Aubry, its ok honey.” Laura tried to help Jessica rubbed her friends back, stoking it as she tried to console her. “It’s ok Aubry, accidents happen.” “Not at this age! I’m so stupid!” Jessica gave her friend a hug as she sniffled and whined. The two didn’t say a word between them as Jessica tried to calm her down. All she could do was hold her. Even despite her own need, she could only think about helping Aubry. Exactly how to do so, she wasn’t sure. The two must have held their embrace for a while. Jessica wasn’t sure how long, but she could feel her own pee sloshing around inside her. She tightened her muscles, holding it. Aubry was still sniffling, but her sobbing had quieted I should have peed. I really should have been more forceful. Jessica had begun to regret her meek nature as she crossed her legs. Aubry had quieted down, but all that meant was that Jessica was now focused on her own bladder. She bobbed her feet on each foot. “Mom, can we stop at a gas station real soon? I wasn’t kidding, I really got to go too.” “Yeah, sure Jess. Just wait a little longer, I want to get further down the highway.” The three went silent, both Laura and Jessica focusing on holding it, though Jessica was being more expressive. Aubry had started to scroll through her phone, her energy much more mellow than it had been. “Hey guys…my mom texted me a while back.” No response as mother and daughter started to focus more on their own bladders. Aubry continued “She’s going to be picking me up from your place at 6 instead.” Jessica swallowed hard, her bladder not liking the situation. Laura felt the same. They were quiet at first but Laura had to deliver the news. “Jess. Honey…I don’t think we can stop. We’re going to be home right then as it is.” “Mom, please. I don’t think I can wait that long.” “I know sweetie, I know. Can you at least try to hold it?” Jessica turned to her friend, no afraid for herself. “Can you like, ask your mom to pick you up later?” Aubry nodded and sent a text. ############################ Jessica tried. She tried to sit still and ignore it. There had been no response from Aubry’s mother. The red lights and long car lines of the construction traffic intimidated her. She squirmed in her seat, pressing her hand against her crotch. Jessica kept catching glimpses of her friends soaked shorts. In a way she was jealous. Her friend didn’t have to struggle. She didn’t have to worry. But Jessica was holding on to a full bladder. One she had now been nursing since they left the mall. The iced tea and water she had consumed needed to make their way out, and by plunging headfirst into the traffic they knew was going to exist only served to anger her bladder. Laura didn’t want to admit it, but she was in the same position. The wine and water had gone down easy at lunch, but the game and now the drive was a new obstacle. Given her need to use the pedals alertly, she couldn’t cross her legs. Out of a desire to maintain her composure, she refused to hold herself. But her bladder was full. Taut with the strain of holding a full bladder, her anxiety was starting to take hold. It wasn’t the fullness of her bladder that she feared the most, but the mental battle with herself that she was unprepared for. She had felt it before. She was used to holding it to get home. After all, Laura had made it her mantra to ignore public bathrooms. This was starting to feel different. She clenched harder as she stepped on the brake, hoping she still had enough strength in her most private parts to hold back the brewing water and wine in her filling bladder. Jessica had been seeing red for too long. She had read the back of the trailer too many times. She had checked her social media feed, refreshing and refreshing, anything to keep her mind off of one very obvious predicament. She had to pee. Made worse by the fact that she had waited so long already. She pulled up her jeans inadvertently giving herself a cameltoe. Placing her hand over her now outlined genitals, Jessica continued to bare the pain until they could reach home. Hopefully. As they inched forward in traffic, a blue sign taunted her on the shoulder of the highway. It promised a number of stops. All with bathrooms. Just a mile and a half. Laura didn’t notice as she fought back her first wave of desperation. A sign that her battle was worse that she outwardly showed. Jessica made sure she knew about it. “Mom please! It hurts. I-I don’t think I can make it home.” “Honey, just tell yourself you can. We have to hold it!” Jessica tried to lie to herself. With another denial and slow moving traffic, she knew she was in for a fight. A moistness in her panties she had felt before. Not wanting to look, but needing to look, she gently took her hand away. A small patch, not larger than a penny, had formed on her jeans. It wasn’t much damage, but enough to tell her that her full bladder was not to be trifled with. An enemy that was more than capable of tearing through her tightly bound defenses. Jessica was stating to leak. It was when they reached the advertised exit that Jessica began to rock back and forth in her seat. One hand firmly pressing into her crotch, the other was snaked around her backside, and held her tender slit from the back. What had started at the size of a penny, was now more comparable to a quarter. Jessica’s logical mind had begun to slip away. She started to look for something, anything in the car she could pee into. Scrambling, she looked around. Their bags from shopping were in the trunk, and her mother kept the car clean. She closed her eyes, tightening her grip and hoping that somehow, someway, she could find relief. “M-mom…can…is there a-a-a cup or something?” Laura balked at the idea. Her daughter? Peeing in a cup? She hated it. But they didn’t have many options. She looked around. Nothing. “Dear, I’m sorry, I don’t see anything.” “I-I need to pee!” Jessica was distraught. She wanted to cry. “Me too baby, me too.” Jessica probably couldn’t see it, but her mother was also holding her crotch. Every drop produced from her drinks that morning had filled her ballooning bladder. She was not as desperate as her daughter, but she could feel it was close to bursting. An acute ache that made her abdomen hard, pounded and pushed against Laura’s peehole. A sudden pain. A sharp wave of desperation washed over the tired mother. Harder than before, she leaned forward, a low moan escaping her lips. “M-mrs. F, are you ok?” Aubry asked timidly A slight hiss was Laura’s only response. She sucked in air, exhaled quickly, and moaned harder. She tried to respond to her daughter’s friend “I-I-I-I…I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” She hadn’t leaked. But it wasn’t easy to hold it. Jessica had never felt so insecure. Her stomach was bulging. It was as hard, tight with a force and a pressure that her 18 year-old mind could hardly comprehend. She was sure she had never had to go this badly in her life before. She felt sick. Clammy. Sweaty. She was starting to shake. Gasp. She felt like she was drowning in her own pent up urine. It hurt, worse than anything had ever hurt her before. She had stopped leaking. Jessica had stayed dry as the car moved through traffic. Suddenly, she felt calm, collected. Her pants had cooled where she had leaked into them, and when they combined with her body heat, they created a dank, swampy environment around her crotch. She was fine when they drove past a sign that read construction ends 2 miles. She was fine as they changed lanes, and she was fine as the car started to speed up. Slightly. But like the eye of a storm, it wasn’t over. her bladder struck. Its final battle plan enacted. It started as a pain in her back. Sharp, it forced Jessica to bend forward. Her hand firmly clutched her overworked genitals. She gasped, sucking air in. She shivered, feeling cold. If it wasn’t the pain, it was the shame of a familiar warm sensation that elicited a squeal from her lips. Jessica leaked. She stopped it. She leaked again, she stopped it. Despite her hunched over state and her strong grip on her crotch, she leaked again. She squealed. The leaks were becoming longer, more rapid. They slammed and struck her defenses again and again. There was nothing more she could do. “Eeee!” She squealed “It’s coming out…” Jessica was now the one wetting her pants. It started slow, and unlike Aubry’s wetting, it came in slow spurts. Jet after jet of hot pee ran into her panties and jeans “Oh no! Honey!” Her mother sympathetically called from the front “I…I told you I couldn’t hold it!” Jessica yelled. A stream of urine as it made its way from her snatch and into her pants. From the crotch of her dark jeans to halfway down her thigh, there was an obvious stain. Jessica was still holding herself as each consecutive spray of urine into her pants warmed her hand. She gripped herself harder, hoping to stop the slow moving flow. A small puddle emerged from between her legs. As it grew in size, it began to saturate and soak into the seat as much as it did her pants. Jessica could feel a large warm patch around the seat of her pants as her hot urine began to pool in her jeans. Her defenses shattered, Jessica hung her head in defeat. Her spurting, spraying jets of warm pee began a constant stream as she let it go. She accepted it. It was like a car wreck. As construction traffic began to die down, Aubry couldn’t help but watch her friend wet her pants. Intently, she put her hand on her friends thigh, slightly spreading her legs in curiosity. The small lake that had formed at the crotch of her dark jeans continued to inch forward. Despite the fact that Jessica was wearing pants, her stain didn’t appear to be any longer than Aubry’s, given that she was sitting down when it happened. Still, the pool of urine in her seat was crawling for the edge of the car seat. Laura heard the tapping sound. She knew what it was, but she wanted it to be anything but that. Looking in the rearview mirror, she could see Jessica’s seat dripping with fresh pee. It was pouring onto the ground. Her daughters legs shook as Aubry gave her a hug. Their fun day out had turned into a nightmare. Trying to add levity to the situation, Laura offered “Look honey, there’s the mall sign you hate so much. We’re almost home.” “Yeah! And we’re out of that construction traffic. You almost made it Jess!” Aubry chimed in “I…I told you I couldn’t hold it mom…I-I tried…” “I know honey. I know. I’m not mad. I just…I hope I can make it.” The tone of the conversation changed as Luara admitted just how bad her need was. It had been growing since the trio had left the ballgame, and after watching her daughter have an accident, it was even worse. Jessica couldn’t believe it. She hadn’t had an accident for as long as she could remember. Here she was now, with soaked, now cooling pants in the back of her moms car. She swallowed hard, and looked at her friend. At least Aubry knew what it was like. Only worse. Aubry had an audience. Jessica just had her friends and family watch. She was thankful, in a way. She gave her friend another platonic hug, one that remained for a while. Laura started driving with just one hand on the steering wheel and another jammed into her crotch. Needing just one foot for the pedals, her free leg also helped hold her now aching muff. Rather than just pressing against her pussy, her fingers were actively shoved against her labia, enough that Laura could feel the heat of her snatch against her fingers. As she dug in, she pushed her moist panties against her clit unintentionally, sending a wave of pleasure that temporarily overrode her desperation. Driving well over the speed limit, Laura took the back roads home, attempting to avoid any more delays the construction may have caused. Another wave of desperation. This the strongest yet. Unlike the others, Laura didn’t feel a strong push against her genitals at first. Like a storm rolling over the hills, it began with a slow build of pressure. Then a shiver. It ran up her spine and tickled her already swollen abdomen. It attempted to coax more out of her. As Laura countered in earnest, she squeezed harder. Not just with her bladder muscles, but her hand as well. Still, the her desperation soared, and pressed against her opening, forcing its way towards her panties. Laura sucked air through her teeth from the pain of holding on. She began to exhale rapidly, attempting to make the pain go away. She burned, a searing pain radiated from her pee-hole as she tried to keep it closed. Warmth. She leaked again. “Ahhh!” She began to shake, her muscles as tight as they could get She stopped it. Then it started again. The small patch on her jeans was growing, expanding to cover her most sensitive areas. Laura finally regained control. It hurt, she leaned forward in pain. The waistband of her jeans dug into her aggravated abdomen. She felt bloated, slow. Undoing the button of her jeans was the only thing that stopped the dread of losing control, for now. With her jeans unbuttoned, Laura could see the top of her panties. A small discolored patch was visible. It called to her, begging her to just let go. The other two already had. She denied herself. Laura looked back out the window. She saw landmarks she could recognize. Close to home. She was too desperate to do the math in her head of just how close. Laura was going to try and hold it. She had confidence in her ability to do so, she had done it before. The cold hand of fear gripped Laura’s heart. It was the only coolness in her body. Spanning the length of her like a web, it felt heavy in her head. A weightless feeling enraptured her arms. Her hand held the steering wheel, if only barely. Nearly every brain function was focused on preventing her bladder from relaxing. She took a breath in. Then out. Focusing on the basics, her will was the only thing keeping her semi-dry as the car sped along the back roads. Laura felt sweaty, clammy and moist, her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat which she wiped from her brow. She jittered her knees, unable to keep still. The small reprieve she had gotten from opening her yellow jeans was over. Her bladder swelled to fit the additional space quickly. The water and wine pushed again. Laura grew tense as she was stiff. Her knuckles white on the steering wheel. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area, leaving her damp crotch exposed. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. Another cold shiver. Then a warm sensation in her panties. It was moist. Laura looked down. The small patch was now expanding. She was peeing her pants. She squealed, squeezing herself again with her hand, flapping her legs desperately, she nearly drove onto someone’s lawn. Moaning, squeaking, and squealing, she managed to get herself under control. If only barely. The inseam of her jeans were now dark, a contrasting color that told the world that Laura couldn’t control her bladder. “You can do it Mrs.F!” Aubry called from the back seat “Yeah mom! You can hold it! We believe in you!” Her daughter encouraged They were soaked, defeated. But neither friend wanted to drag down Laura with them. They’d help her anyway they could. The rest of the trip was a blur. Roads, stop signs, other traffic. It was all irrelevant as Laura sped down each neighborhood road. Finally, she reached her own. Her own driveway, and the ranch house built from bricks. It was non-descript, but it was hers. Laura opened her door. Standing, she felt lightheaded. Holding herself, she felt her bladder weigh her down. It felt like she was carrying 100 pounds on her back, and her abdomen was tight, nearly pulling on her torso. A massive force rammed against her defenses. “Ah! No! F-Ah! I can…Ah!” Laura grunted and groaned as two fat, wide stains streaking down her legs. As they moved, they darkened her yellow jeans. The driveway below her began to show drops of excess urine as it fell off of the back of Laura’s jeans. They stopped as Laura used the last of her strength to hold on. She was wet down to her kneecaps. Unable to stand fully, she hinged her hips and held tightly onto her crotch, duck-walking to the front door. Jessica, her wet butt shining in the afternoon sun, darted for the door. She unlocked it, and Laura barged in. Luara couldn’t believe her luck. So close. The bathroom door was right on her left as she sprinted past the kitchen and dining room. Her hand both dug into her privates, her unbuttoned yellow jeans nearly falling off. She reached for the door. Locked. She jiggled the handle. Locked. This couldn’t be. Not when she was so close. “Oh my gosh Mom! One second, geez!” “Baby please! Please open this door right now! I’m about to pee myself, please!” Laura could feel herself dribbling into her already wet panties “You always do this! I literally just got out of the shower. Hang on.” There was no hanging on. Laura was at her wits end. Her legs were wrapped around each other like a vine. She looked over at her daughter and her friend, both of them in wet pants. Laura’s voice cracked as she stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans. “Girls I-I’m sorry..” With that, she pulled her wet pants and panties down where she stood. Both her daughter and her friend could see everything. In a moment they saw a fat stream of piss shoot straight out of her snatch. With a force matched only by the stiffness of the hardwood floor, a loud splatter rang throughout the home. Akin to rainwater, the only difference was the hissing mature pussy of Jessica’s mom above the straight line of urine. Unlike the puddle that Aubry had left at the stadium, Laura’s was not inhibited by her pants. There was no place for her excess water to run to. It nearly all fell right from her and onto the floor. As it started to form an inch deep puddle at her feet, Laura could nearly feel it running under her shoes. Warm drips and droplets were running down the backs of her thighs, on full display for all in the room. Jessica had never seen her mother like this. She really didn’t want to again. She saw every detail that should have been private. She didn’t need to know that both her and her mother shave their privates, she didn’t need to know what color her panties were, and she certainly didn’t need to know that after two kids, her mother still looked as tight as she did. But now Jessica knew. As Laura felt her bladder finally deflating, relaxing, and the tension of holding it all in dissipate, the reality of what she was doing set in. She was angry, mad that she was being forced to create an impressive puddle all over the floor. She smacked the bathroom door, piss still flowing out of her pussy. “Do you have any idea what you’re making me do young lady? You are in big trouble!” “What? What do you mean?” Amanda unlocked the door, her mouth agape at the scene Her half nude mother had piss falling out of her snatch, her sister was wet at the crotch, and her friend had obviously had an accident. The front door was still open, and the puddle below told the rest of the story. Amanda could help but laugh “Oh my gosh you’re peeing! And you too! You seriously wet yourselves?” She was still laughing as her mother finished “Yeah, we did. And guess whose cleaning up this puddle?” Amanda stopped laughing “You can’t be serious.” “I am.” Her mother looked her dead in the eyes as she stopped peeing “And you know what?” She stepped out of her pants and kicked them off before balling up her wet panties “You get to do laundry.” “That’s not fair!” “Ugh. I need a shower.” Laura didn’t argue with Amanda and instead left her puddle and wet clothes on the ground before entering the bathroom. Aubry didn’t know what to make of the situation. She had all of these feelings inside, things that she had never felt before. She had never seen another woman like that. She had never seen her friend wet herself before. It was all very confusing. But in time, she’d figure it out. As Jessica turned to get her mothers things out of the car, she saw another vehicle pull into the driveway. “Uhhh….Aubry, your parents are here!” Not only would they have to explain themselves and the scene around them, but it was looking like it’d be awhile before Aubry would get to change. Worse still, she kind of had to pee again A/N: As stated above, feel free to write your own stories that fit the theme and publish them here. Any size is fine, and all genders are ok. Just don't violate Omorashi Org TOS. If you want to simply DM and idea you want me to write, that is ok as well. Though I do have limits and the right to say no
  2. "So we need to talk" Kayla said in a forboding manner. "What? Now? We're almost at your parents!" I replied with some concern in my voice. We are on our way to her house so I can meet her mom and two sisters for the first time. We'd only been dating for two months, but she figured it was time for me to meet them, and I did too. "Yes." Kayla replied. "This is important, and we need to talk about it before you meet my family." I heard the concern in her voice and quickly changed my tune. "Of course babe, ok yeah let's talk, what's up?" We were walking through a big public park, with her house maybe another five minutes down the road. We got to a bench right off the path and took a seat. Kayla began. "So, this is kind of a big deal to me, because I didn't want to say anything until I thought we could be serious, until I thought there could be something real between us. And I feel that there is." "I do too! I know we've only been dating two months, but I've loved spending time with you, and I hope you feel the same." "Yes I do Alex! Which is why we need to talk about this right now. This isn't kind of big deal actually, it IS a big deal. About me." I started to get a little worried. Was everything ok? Did she have a condition or something? Or an odd family member? Whatever it is, I'd decided from our first date I wasn't going to judge her about anything, she's my dream girl. "Hey" I said. "Whatever it is, I'm not going to judge. Whatever it is, I don't care, I'm just happy I'm with you and I'm very excited to see our relationship goes, no matter what." She gave me a soft smile in return, but her cheeks still blushed a deep red. Whatever she was about to tell me is something that's very close to her, I'm sure. Kayla continued. "Thank you. Ok here it goes... There's no really easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. I wear diapers." My brain kind of short circuited for a second when I heard that information. I didn't laugh or really do anything for about two seconds when I cought myself, should my head and said : "you wear diapers?" Kayla was still blushing, and I could tell she was trying her hardest to be calm and be steady at this moment. "Yep!" She said with a shrug. "I wear diapers. I have most of my life because I was never potty trained." I kind of short circuited again, but quickly came back. "Ok wait, I want to hear that, but back to the first thing. You wear diapers? Excuse me if I'm too forward right now, but I've stared at your ass before, Ive never noticed any sort of diaper under your clothes!" Kayla laughed and brightened up a bit. "How can you be too forward, I just told you my biggest thing! But yes, I wear diapers! The reason you don't see them is during the day I actually wear pull ups, which are basically as small and quiet as normal underwear, even when I wear leggings." I thought for a second and laughed with her. "Ok, I'll buy that. But to your second point, you were never potty trained??" I may have overdone my exclaim her, because she went back to blushing and spoke with more concern here. "Yeah." Kayla said. "I was never potty trained. You know how it's just been my mom and my sisters growing up? Well it was a very hard childhood for the three of us. She had to care for all three of us being only a year apart each, while also working a full time job. She was able to swing working from home for a little bit when we were babies, but she as she switched jobs and went up the ranks, she went back into the office when we got into school. And so because of all of that, things fell through the cracks. I'm not gonna lie, it was hard. Me and my sisters were neglected in different ways. Missed sports events, missed birthday presents, and for all three of us, she didn't have the time to potty train us. When my older sister was three she briefly ried training, but it just never stuck, she had accidents in her pants all the time. Since she was working 12 hour days while watching us, she decided potty training would have to wait and she just diapers us all the time." I stopped her here. "Ok I mean, I understand all that. I get life is hard in different ways, and I'm so sorry for your hard childhood! But what about when you went to school? When you were 5 or 6 years old?" "Don't apologize!" Kayla said. "I love my mother, we all do. We all know what she's sacrificed for our family and how hard she's worked to give us a good life, so we don't hold it against her. But yeah once we got into grade school, it was aloooot of accidents. Our family was kind of known for it at our old school. There were times where we'd try to potty train ourselves, but it never worked for more than a few days. We were all back in diapers before we knew it. We went through elementary school wearing diapers and pull ups." It was here where I asked a rather pertinent question. "When you say accidents you do mean... Pee and poop?" "Yep, number one and number two!" Kayla said. "In Pre-K and kindergarten we had wet and messy diapers pretty much every day, and our teachers knew. My mom told them it was a family medical condition, so the teachers would change us if they had to. Most of the time though we'd go through the day in our dirty diapers and our mom would change us when we got home." "Ok then, I'm still with you. But what about when you become a tween or a teen? Late elementary or early middle school?" I asked her. "Well," Kayla began. "Pretty soon it went from mom changing us, to us changing ourselves and eachother. Like I said, she really didn't have the free time to help. By the time we were in third grade we knew to bring spare diapers to school for a change when we needed, and to change ourselves if we felt the need to." I stopped her again. "Felt the need to? Would you not change yourself as soon as you felt wet?" Kayla blushed a deep red again. "Ok well, here's probably the most important part. Since our mom was away from us so much, and since me and my sisters all weren't potty trained, we all kind of developed a sort of dependency on the diapers. Call it a trauma response, call it a developmental issue, I don't care. Not being potty trained was something we shared and grew with together, and to help ourselves out, we saw it as a positive thing instead of a negative. And we'll..." Kayla trailed off and looked away. I grabbed her hand. "Hey, I'm still with you. No judgement from me, remember?" She gave me another smile, but she blushed harder than ever. "Oh fuck it. Once we were teenagers, 13, 14, 15 years old, this diaper dependency turned sexual as well." She said almost with a whisper. "Sexual?" I asked back. "Yes, sexual!" She said louder. "Being diapered our whole lives turned into us enjoying wetting and messing ourselves! So sometimes we wouldn't change ourselves right Away since it felt good to us!" Kayla was almost crying at this point, as if she was expecting me to turn and run. But I wasn't. "Hey hey hey, I hear you! I'm still not judging! I can't imagine what this has all been for you, but I'm not judging! I'm still here!" Kayla choked down a cry and looked at me. "You're not grossed out?" "No, I'm not grossed out at all." As a matter of fact, I was turned on as hell, because I also happen to have a wetting and messing fettish, but I didn't find the time to mention that yet. Kayle smiled again, and continued. "So yeah, my sister's and I learned to change ourselves pretty early on, and we all developed a diaper wetting and messing fetish because of it all." "So what happened next?" I asked her. "Well" she said. "This is when we moved. For my freshman year, ally's 8th grade year and Sophie's 10th grade year, we moved out here and started at this high school. So because of that, we were all.sbke to start fresh. No one knows about us wearing diapers, we've gotten so good at hiding it. We all wear pullups during the day like I said, because while we can't really hold our pee at all, we can usually make it until we get home for a poop. But not always." "Ahhh, it makes sense now." I said. Kayla continued. "Yeah, we all just change right when we get home into a fresh diaper. Sometimes we'll have pooped the wet pullups on the way home, sometimes not. More often then not we'll all poop our diapers maybe an hour or two after we get home, and spend the evening in them until one more chance until bed time." She stopped, was about to say something else, but just looked at me and smiled.for a second. "So yeah, that's pretty much it." Kayla said. "We all wear diapers. It's an open household, so you're gonna see it when you meet them, I told them I was gonna tell you beforehand. Sometimes we wear pants, sometimes it's easier not to." I laughed. "Yeah I would imagine!" "So... You're still here, you're not running away screaming and calling me gross. What're your thoughts?" "So you're wearing a pull-up right now?" I asked. "Yep!" She said with a smile. She then pulled down her leggings about half an inch on one of her hips, revealing a multi-colored pull-up underneath. "Is it wet right now?" I asked her as well. "Yep again!" She said. "I pee my pullups every day. And I rarely change them at school, like I said it's a turn on for me, it makes me all hot inside knowing I'm walking around everyone in a wet diaper." She said with a whisper. I looked away, as if in thought, and she stared at me expectantly. "It IS really hot you know." I said to her. "Wait, what??" She said. "Yeah, that's hot as hell Kayla. I think this diaper wearing, wetting and messing is incredibly attractive, and I'm so happy you told me!" I said to her. She looked at me with the biggest smile and with tears in her eyes. "Oh Alex!!" She came in for a really big hug and we laughed in each other's arms. At the end she gave me a very quick kiss on the lips. Our first kiss. We both stopped and just looked stunned for a second, but then smiled again. I then stood up. "So let's go meet your family!" I said. "Yes, let's!" Kayla replied. We walked the last five minutes to her house, talking all about her and her diapers. I learned that in addition to peeing and pooping in them, she also orgasms in her diapers at least once a day. I also learned she's peed in every single class she's ever had, and pooped in nearly all of them. She apparently has a secret trick to use some extra strength hand sanitizer everytime she pees or poops. The scent apparently masks her movements very well, and she's yet to be caught at the high school. "Ok we're here!" She Said. "Are you ready?" "Absolutely!" I replied. She opened the door. We walked into the main entryway of her house. Directly to our right, her mom and two sisters were sitting watching TV. All three of them immediately got up to greet us. "Hello!" All three of them said in unison. "Mom, ally, Sophie, this is Alex!" Kayla said with a very proud smile. "Hi Alex!" Her mom said. She approached me first. I held out my hand, but we ended up in a greeting huh instead. "It's so nice to meet you! We've heard so much about you!" She said. "And so handsome too!" She said, turning to Kayla. This time it was my turn to blush! As her mom stepped over to talk to Kayla, I head another "Hi Alex!" This was a short, blond haired girl who I assumed was ally. She was wearing a tank top with no bra underneath (I could tell because her nipples were VERY prominently pointing out at me). She also has on an EXTEMELY soiled diaper. It was a dark yellow color all the way up the front, and as she walked it heavily sagged back and forth, indicating a nice hefty load was sitting in the back of her diaper. Ally hugged me as well. "It's good to meet you!" I said to her. "So Kayla hasn't scared you off with all of this huh!" Ally said, gesturing her arms to everyone. But before I could respond, she also stepped back, allowing room for Sophie to come in for a hug. "Hi!" We said in unison. Sophie was wearing a t shirt, and some cotton booty shorts. I wasn't able to tell if there was a mess I. Her pull ups, but I'm pretty positive she'd prefer in them already because she had a rather wet crotch, as marked by a much darker gusset than the rest of her pants. "Yeah, you're sticking around with Kayla huh??" Sophie asked. They all now stood back and looked at me expectantly, to say something about the obvious. I chose my words carefully. "Why would I not stick around Kayla?? She's told me *all* about you all, you guys sound wonderful! Thank you so much for inviting me into your home!" I said all this as I put my arm around Kayla. My emphasis on *all* seems to have gotten the message across that I am a-ok with their bathroom habits and diaper wearing, and they were all ecstatic. Ally jumped for joy and clapped. "Oh yay I'm so glad! You're the first boyfriend of the family!" I blushed again, as Sophie gave me a big smile and a wink as well. "Let's all go have dinner, there's pizza in the oven now!" Her mom finally said. We all then turned to walk towards the kitchen. I let her family lead the way because I didn't know where I was going. But this also allowed to get another look at the three sisters' rear ends. Ally's incredibly saggy diaper was mesmerizing, mainly because I had no idea how it was staying up! It looked like a mountain of poop was in the back of her diaper. It swayed heavily back and forth between her legs, and she naturally walked with a bowlegged gait because of it. It must have sagged down at least two inches more than if it were a clean diaper. As for Sophie, hers was mesmerizing in a while different way. Namely, that I could figure out her situation! I could still see that the crotch of her shorts was wet, or at least just a different color, but it wasn't super obvious. And I couldn't really see any poop bulge, or any bulge at all for that matter, leading me to believe she had on a pull-up just like Kayla did. Speaking of which... "You guys go ahead and get dinner ready, I'm gonna go run up and change quick!" Kayla said, turning towards the stairs. "Here I'll come help you!" Ally said, running up the stairs with her. The excessive bouncing was an incredible site... Her overfull diaper shook and crinkled loudly step by step. It moved in all directions, even sagging so much that you could see ever so slightly *into* her diaper. My extended look at ally's rear end was caught by Sophie and their mother, but they didn't say anything as we walked into the kitchen, just smiled. "Want anything to drink?" Her mom asked me. "Water is fine for me, thank you!" I replied, leaning against a counter. Sophie began setting the table, but was staring at me almost the whole time. As her mom handed me the drink I said, "you have a lovely home!" "Aw Thank you!" She said. "I know this must be a whole lot for you Alex, how're you doing?" Sophie paused and held the last plate in her hands, waiting for me to answer. "You must be referring to..." I gestured in a way that signified the obvious. "To be completely honest, it doesn't phase me at all. Kayla told me the whole story, I have no judgement for her or any of you whatsoever. I have siblings and relatives who are in diapers, so I'm not stranger. And plus, I'm truly enjoying all of you!" Their mom gave me a look of impression and approval, while Sophie blushed and finished setting the table. Her mom continued, "Yeah, I know it's pretty unorthodox. But we all did our best, and this is just how things turned out. I always said we could try potty training again later, but once the girls began changing themselves, the diapers just stuck. So I though, why fight it? When they're happy, I'm happy." "Makes sense to me!" I replied. "Kayla is just fantastic, and learning this about her just makes me want to get to know her even more!" I said, perhaps sharing too much. Sophie stole a glance my way, but neither of them said anything. Before the silence turned awkward, Kayla and Ally headed back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Ally walked through first in her soaking wet and full diaper. And Kayla walked behind, stopping in the doorway, looking at me expectantly. She had the same shirt she was wearing, as well as the grey leggings she was wearing before, but now she had on a big white diaper. I could tell because this time the bulge was obvious underneath her leggings, plus some of it was sticking out the top the waistband. I was awestruck, as it was the most adorable and attractive thing I'd ever seen. "Hey there!" I said as she looked at me smiling. I walked over and put my arm around her. "Ready for some pizza?" "I sure am!" She said back. "They didn't scare you off, did they??" Gesturing towards her mom and Sophie. "Oh please!" Sophie said. "If he hasn't left already, what could we have said that would have made him run for the hills!" We all broke out in laughter as her mom cut the pizza. We took our seats and began chatting with one another. I sat next to Kayla, while her mom say at the far end of the table. Ally say directly across from me, and Sophie next to her. "Ally, are you sure you don't need a change before we eat?" Their mom asked. "I said the same thing upstairs! Ally that thing is FULL!" Ally blushed, but spoke with confidence: "hey now, I know there's more to come, I don't want to waste a diaper!" Sophie chimed in, "girl that things about to fall right off you, how is it a waste?" "Because I don't want to waste this on a new diaper!" She retorted back. It was then ally stood up from the table and bent over. I couldn't believe my eyes, but she began pooping even more! We all heard a rather loud fart, followed by the tell-tale crinkle of poop moving into her diaper. From my angle I could see her diaper sag *even lower* than it already was. The fresh mess settled into the bottom of ally's diaper, and the tapes keeping it up now seemed to stretch to their limits. The legholes now had daylight shining through them as they weight of her poop dragged the diaper down. I could even see a few poop marks, but nothing too extreme. "Ahhhhhh!..." Ally said. "Damn ally, what'd you eat today!" Kayla said. "Yeah girl that's a crazy amount of shit in you! Well... Out of you!" Sophie added with a laugh. "No idea!" Ally replied. "But trust me... I don't mind at all!" Ally plopped back down in her seat, and the look on her face said it all: she was in ecstasy. Her cheeks were flush, her nipples sticking out even farther than before, and her left hand was in a fist, as if she was trying to keep it together. Yeah, she was very much turned on, and probably trying to keep an orgasm at bay, at least for the time being. "Well now that that's over, why don't we dig in!" Their mom said. We began to eat the pizza and just have a great time together. I learned a few more things about the family. Like how their mom never remarried after their dad left them, how she has no problems with her daughters diaper habits, and how all three girls like to do their business. Ally is obviously an open book, she'll let you know she's dropping a load if you couldn't hear it already. Sophie meanwhile was the more reserved on. She never held anything back, but she was good at hiding it if she wanted to. Plus, she seemed to be more modest on the whole anyway. Kayla was a happy medium, going whenever the feeling hit her, making a show of it when she wanted, or keeping it to herself if she wanted as well. The other thing I learned is that this really is a sex positive household. Being that it's a house of only women, their mom raised them in a different way. She's a rather progressive woman, so she gave her daughters the freedom to explore things as they wanted. They said that's partly where their affinity for diapers came from. With that, I also learned clothing is largely optional in the house. The mom usually will have shorts and a top on, but not always. But as for the girls, diapers and nothing else was the norm. Shirts and pants would be on and off here and there, but the house being all girls meant none of them felt the need to cover up. Tonight they all had tops on to keep me comfortable, as well as to gauge if I was a creep or not (my words, not theirs.) I feel like I'm passing in the not-a-creep department, but only time will tell if they're brave enough to go topless around a man in their home. I figured there's different levels to that as well. Like with ally, I figured she was about to jump right out of her top. It left little to be desired anyway, with her pointy nipples sticking out like she was smuggling candy corn. Sophia said she usually keeps a bra on but rarely has a shirt, so this must have been an odd night for her as well. Kayla though, she was still trying the hardest to gauge my reaction to all of this. We'd only been dating two months, but I think she thinks she still has to maintain some sort of normalcy for my sake. Weather I'm right or wrong, it certainly helped ease my way into their family. About half way into dinner was when I noticed the next sister have their way with their diaper. Ally was still happily sitting in her massive mess, occasionally rocking herself in it here and there (in what I thought was an effort to rub herself off, but I couldn't be sure.) But Sophie was more or less acting normal the whole night. That is until, ally was going on about some sort of story. It was here where I caught sophie sort of sit up straight and relax herself with a deep breath. I couldn't hear anything over ally's voice, but I was sure Sophie was peeing her pull-up! Her posture gave it away. She slowly relaxed her shoulders, and had a very glossed-over look on her face, as if the feeling of emptying her bladder was washing over her. If my suspicions of her wet pants were correct from before, then I should see a tell tale sign of wetness right about now. I pretended to knock my fork off the table in order to get a glimpse of her crotch. This time I didn't linger, but I didn't have to. As I reached down for my fork, I looked at her crotch and saw a waterfall of pee overflowing from her pants and out over the edge of her chair. It was quiet as it fell onto the carpet, but it was certainly obvious. The gusset of her shorts was entirely a different color now, as I'm sure was the butt of her pants. I figured she must have overfilled her pull-up, seeing as how it was wet before as well. Once back up at the table, I saw Sophie staring directly at me with a smirk. I froze, but Sophie game me a wink before looking away. No one else was any the wiser, so I resumed listening to ally's story. Ten minutes later, we all decided to clean up dinner and head to the living room to talk some more. Ally plopped down on the couch with her legs sprawled wide open and her arms out. With her tank top, it seemed like her boobs were gonna pop right out the sides! They stayed hidden though, just barely so. Her diaper though, liked more soiled than ever before. I had sat in a couch directly across from her, and I could see how some of the poop had ridden up into her crotch, which was now a mixture of brown and yellow. She gave me a wink as well when she caught me staring, forcing me to try and look away. Sophie them sat down next to her, making no effort to hide her now very wet bottom. I could also see her pull up sagging in her crotch, as it was now fully saturated with her pee. It was an incredible site to see. Kayla took a seat next to me and covered us up under a blanket. Tonight was game night at their house, so we got started with some charades. The game was going well for a few minutes, when I suddenly heard a soft gasp come from Kayla. I looked over her, only to see her still paying attention to the game, albeit with a very red face. Before I even had time to think about it, Kayla grabbed my hand and put it in her crotch. I *instantly* felt the warm rush if pee flowing into her diaper. Her whole crotch was warm as my palmed rested in between her legs. The slow, soft ripple I felt was unlike anything I had felt before. While this was happening I was utterly shocked. It was all I could do to just stare into space and not draw any attention to myself. Kayle meanwhile, she's a pro at this. She was still laughing and actively engaging in the game while she peed and held my hand in her crotch. Her pee lasted maybe 30 seconds before it tapered off. Towards the end, I could even feel her leggings get a little moist. The diaper hadn't leaked, this was no pull-up after all, but the saturation in the diaper made the outside of it a little wet, and therefore made her leggings a little damp and dark as well. She gave my hand a squeeze once she finished, and placed it back on my leg. I finally snapped out of my trance and got back into the charades, but it was very difficult! My mind was scrambling. How could I get so lucky? This was the best night of my life! Right after this though, I was given another treat from ally. It seems that her horniness had gotten the best of her, because I could tell she was openly masturbating as her mom tried to do a charade. She wasn't straight up fingering herself, but she was rhythmically running the front of her diaper, not caring if I or anyone else saw her. She was a pro at this too though, because she was also still taking part in the game. But when she had a moment to breathe however, she finished herself off. She closed her eyes for about twenty seconds, sped up her running, and had a glorious orgasm. She bucker her hips multiple times, and seemed to hold back what would have been a very powerful grunt. I think she squirted as well, as I saw her soiled diaper get even wetter still towards the end. Once she opened her eyes, she was looking directly at me, as I looked directly at her. Neither of us looked away for about three seconds, before ally finally got up. "Ok guys, I finally need to go shower and change, are we about done here?" She asked. "Wait let me get one last one in!" Kayla exclaimed. "All right, hop to it sis!" Ally said back. Kayla got up, pulled her card, and began acting out her charade. We all began shouting out words at her in an attempt to guess, but none of us could get it. It eventually devolved into us just shouting nonsense, causeing us all to break out in hysterical laughter! Kayla was laughing so hard it was adorable. But then, it was downright sexy. She was hunched over, holding one hand over her mouth and one on her hip when she suddenly exclaimed: "Oh my God!" None of us broke our laughter, but all of our attention was squarely on her now. She was turned to the side, so I could see her butt, and I already knew where this was going. We all suddenly heard a loud fart from her rear end, and this only caused all four of us to laugh even harder. With the hard laughter, Kayla pushed out a poop into her diaper with such force, it's like she instantly grew a tail. The crinkles kept going, letting us all know she was still pooping. It all settled into the back of her roomy diaper quite nicely, making her leggings stick out and down at least two inches. It was perhaps the sexiest thing I had ever seen. "I think that's enough for charades!" Their mom said through fits of laughter. "I think that's enough of my diaper too!" Kayla added. We all broke out in even more laughter, seemingly unable to stop. I can't wait to come back to Kayla's house as soon as possible!!
  3. Chapter 1: Manas and Valora Two friends living rough, make do as they wait for new housemates. *** Slouching on the couch, exhausted after a long day of work Valora sighs “Can you cook tonight? Manas standing in the doorway, ready to head back to his room, sighs in response “Sure, but you never like my meals” Valora groans briefly before responding “I know, I know! But I just can’t ok, I’m flat out at work, the least you could do is cook for us once in a while!” Manas opens his mouth to respond, but pauses to reconsider his words “You know… … I will cook as I know your doing a lot. But don’t forget I do all the cleaning… and I’m looking for other house mates.” Valora only sighs in response, her anger wanting to show itself. But she knows Manas understands, they are both struggling in their current predicament. Valora turns on the tele, just to relax for a while. Feeling stressed out Manas walks to the bathroom and decides to relieve himself. He would usually stand to pee, but he sits down to try and relax, closing his eyes and somewhat meditating as he empties his bladder. When washing his hands, he splashes his face to regain focus. Manas then heads to the kitchen and ponders what he’ll make. It can be a challenging decision for Manas as he lacks culinary talent. Although he can cook food he doesn’t mind, Valora’s requirements are rather high, and her temper short. Manas considers Cheese toasties and ramen. But those wont satiate Valora, and he’d rather not receive her wrath. Then he remembers they have mince. He could cook up some nachos, the one meal he can actually cook somewhat competently. So, he begins to prepare that in the kitchen. After a short while of mindless tv Valora gets up and heads to the kitchen, sniffing and smiling “Ahh nachos, your one good meal”. Manas squints back feigning offence but understanding its pretty accurate. “But we don’t have Doritos” Valora continues. Manas freezes for a moment “Well… shit!” Valora groans in response. Manas thinks for a moment “I… I’ll just chop up some salad, yeah, salad and mince. That’s fine right?” Valora nods in agreement before leaving down the hallway. She heads to the bathroom as she still hasn’t peed since work. When away from home she would usually pee from above the seat, but at home and due to her exhaustion, she sits down and just relaxes this time. As she empties her bladder, she lets out a long relaxed sigh. She then dries herself and washes her hands before returning to Manas. Manas begins plating up their salad and mince. Placing the mince in iceberg lettuce leaves, as a substitute for tacos or nachos. When he spots Valora he hands her plate over and they both head to the table. Manas returns to the fridge to get drinks whilst Valora sits down and begins to eat. Manas soon returns, filling their glasses before sitting down to eat also. “Hmmm, this actually isn’t half bad” grins Valora. Manas smiles back pleased. After a short pause Valora then confronts Manas with an odd tone “Manas… I have been quite frustrated lately. “Yeah, I know, I’m looking for house mates…” “No not like that, well that also, but sexually” she glances away slightly red Manas looks back at her surprised at first but then chuckles back “Oh is it that time again” “Oh, fuck you!” snaps Valora Manas looks confused, then catches up “Oh shit sorry, not like that” he laughs awkwardly “I just meant time for some more mutual…” he drifts off, still awkward about the topic as they have only done it twice before. “Yes, I want that again. I need to relieve stress from work” “I understand, same as last time?” “Well, I was… never mind, yes just like last time” “No no, what were you going to say?” “I want something more, a kink of mine…” Valora goes quiet, uncharacteristically nervous. Manas’s eyes light up “Oh? I’m listening” Valora continues, though weary “I would like… to um… I would like to pee on you” Manas goes silent, his face pale, his cock hard. He clears his throat “You would like to pee on me?” “Yes!” she responds almost aggressively. “You know, I am actually aroused by pee too, you have no idea how excited I am to hear that we share that interest.” Valora looks at him smiling and taking a calming breath “You do? I think I know now.” “However ‘Lora, I am not particularly fond of the idea of you peeing on me.” “What, you just said you liked pee too?” Valora responds, her temper growing once more. “I do, but I’d rather watch you wet yourself then to pee on me. You see, I am fond of desperation and wetting” Valora pauses for a moment “I will not wet myself!” “Ok, well could you at least hold till desperate?” he queries. “As long as I can pee on you” Manas nods “Just uh, not the face ok” Valora rolls her eyes a little before smiling back. Manas smiles back also “So you will hold until desperate, then you will shower me in your piss?” “Yes, sounds good” “In the bath I suppose? And I guess you better drink up…” She nods back before filling her glass with more water “Hey, can you grab me a can of cola from the fridge then. Manas goes to the fridge but returns with three cans. He places two cans in front of her “Have two, fill that bladder up” he chimes excitedly “And well, I was thirsty too” as he opens his can. Valora obliges and begins to down her glass of water and cans of soda. She and Manas sit and watch tv as she fills her bladder. The pair chat about their desires as they are both excited, discovering they both enjoy pee, but from less than compatible angles. Valora begins to squirm lightly. “Ok, time to pee” she says standing up. “Wait, can’t you hold a bit longer?” Manas queries. “No, I am going now, come on” she demands. Manas follows Valora to the bathroom. “I’m excited for this, just remember, not the face. Chest and genitals are fine” Valora chuckles “Genitals… just say cock you prude” Manas rolls his eyes as the pair enter “Whatever” He begins to strip. Valora watches then follows. The two watch each other as they strip naked in front of one another. Manas steps into the tub and lays down as best he can. In an awkward position as he waits patiently for Valora. His mostly erect cock laying to the side on his abdomen. Valora steps in, her feet either side of him. Still holding herself, covering her vulva from view. But Manas’s dick grew despite this, her stunning form in self holding desperation drives him wild. His cock already begins to twitch in anticipation. Valora looks down at Manas, he was pretty attractive to her, and she was about to shower him, she was about to pee on one of her best friends, how exciting she thought as she moved her hand away from her labia revealing herself to him. “I’m ready when you are… you don’t mind if I touch myself?” She wished to control his orgasms, but new it wouldn’t go over well “Yea, sure, go ahead” as she spread her legs a little more getting ready to release her desperate bladder all over him. Manas slid his hand down to his cock and held it. Not jerking yet, waiting for her stream. He already wanted to cum so bad. He just looked up at her and smiled in anticipation. Valora smiled mischievously as she began to relax. First a few drops. Manas’s cock twitched as the drops hit his thighs. Then a squirt hit his sack, Manas moaned. Then Valora moaned as her flood gates opened and she began streaming her hot piss over his body. Manas began to stroke himself as he watched Valoras pussy gush piss over him. His chest getting a splash, he turned away to protect his face. Valora noticed and groaned lightly, she corrects her aim at his junk. Manas turns back smiling thankfully as her stream strikes his tip. He moans out as he begins to cum. Valora’s body covers in goose bumps at the sight of him cumming to her shower. She continues to pee for a little longer, halting to a few drips a little after he finishes cumming on himself. “That was amazing! Thanks for that ‘lora” Valora smirks back at Manas before stepping out of the bathtub. She walks over to a purple towel hanging off the doorknob, pulls the hanging corner towards herself and wipes herself dry. Manas’s eyes go wide as he watches her dry her pussy and thighs on his towel. She looks back cheekily. Without any further interaction Valora dons her clothes and leaves the room. Manas still laying in the tub, wet and sticky. Smiling giddily. After a moment of internal thought, manas steadies to his feet and waddles to the shower, holding his hands at his abdomen, attempting to prevent the dripping of substances onto the floor. Once in Manas relieves his bladder with a long sensual sigh. Then continues to shower like normal. Valora once in her room lays on her bead, lowers her red dolphin shorts and lowers her hand to her lips. She thinks about the events just past and begins to pleasure herself. Once she hears the shower running, she stops holding back and lets herself moan out. Sending her fingers in and not just running around the outside. She manages to orgasm before the shower stops. She cleans up and heads out to the living room. She sits down on the sofa and turns the tv back on. Not even a minute later she hears the bathroom door open, she continues to watch tv, not acknowledging it. After his shower he throws his old clothes into the laundry tub, dries himself with his towel, thinks about how it was used to dry her and smiles. He realises he didn’t bring in a change of clothes. But shrugs as he throws the towel in the tub and just struts out in the nude. Manas looks down the hallway towards the living room, over the horizon of the couch he can see the back of her head. He makes a funny stance and swings his cock around a little. Then blushes and turns away at his silly act before continuing to his room to get dressed. Once dressed in a loose t-shirt and shorts he strolls down the hallway to Valora and sits beside her. They glance casual smiles at each other before turning back to watch their show. Once the show they watch together is over Manas heads back to his room, leaving Valora to watch the next show on her own. When Manas returns to his computer he finds an exciting message, with a grin across his face he jogs down the hallway and carelessly interrupts Valoras viewing of her show “Hey! ‘Lora, we have potential housemates” “Oh! Who?” “Their names are Yasu and Reiki” “Two guys huh?” “Yeah, well it’s expected to be 2 of either more than 1 of both” he shrugs “Yeah, you didn’t choose guys over girls, did you?” “No, we need house mates so bad I don’t have the room for such bias, and anyway, I wouldn’t have a problem with living with three girls” he laughs Valora peers back unimpressed. “So uhh, if your cool with it, they’re ready to visit this weekend” “Yeah, let’s get some other peeps here, even if it’s all guys, who knows, maybe I’ll have a reverse harem” she laughs “You wish” “So, what were their names again?” asks Valora Manas looks down at his phone, “Yasu and Reiki.” *** (Not the best start, i considered reworking this, might still. But i'd never submit it if i try to perfect it)
  4. A while back I discovered that I enjoyed some of the audio-only omo clips on Clips-4-sale and similar sites, or at least the concept of them. They tended to miss the mark for me in various ways. Recently, I've been playing around with some text to speech stuff and wondered if I could do anything with it. I set out to create a couple short omo-themed audio plays, just for personal use. But, hey, might as well share the results in case anyone else gets something out of it. This first one is a simple road trip accident. It's supposed to be a sort of POV experience with your dad, mom, and little sister. There's a male and a female version (only basic pronoun changes). Just don't expect anything too spectacular. Text-to-speech has come a long ways, but it's still very limited. Road Trip Accident - Female.mp3 Road Trip Accident - Male.mp3
  5. From the album: OmutsuSama´s Omorashi/ABDL Art

    This is expected to be the first of a serie of artworks related to ABDL family scenes. Hopefully characters will be recurring on next artworks and some captions will be telling you the life stories of each individual character. Enjoy it!
  6. Those liking diaper fiction might enjoy Weekend at the Grandparents in the Fiction and Fanfiction forum. It involves 2 sisters one in diapers and the other trying to avoid diapers. Lots of interaction between family members. Discovery why incontinence runs in the family. Why diaper fiction do you like?
  7. I’m not sure if we can post messing stories here but i know there are people interested in poop accidents as well. This is the story of my only real poop accident past my childhood age and it was mortifying for me. I was 12 years old but I remember it very clearly. My parents, my sister and me were visiting four of our relatives and we were all walking in the city. We got to a playground which me and my sister played on and the grown-ups were all standing around and talking to one another. I noticed I really had to poop but I kept ignoring my need and continued playing. I realized I couldn’t make it much longer but I was still too shy to walk up to all the grown-ups and tell them I had to go the bathroom now. And I wanted to let them talk, I didn’t want to disturb their conversation. Suddenly I slowly felt poop coming out and I really couldn’t hold on anymore so some poop made its way into my pants. And since there was already poop in my pants and I knew I couldn’t hide it anyway I decided to push everything out into my pants. I involuntarily peed a bit while doing it too. It felt really good to be finally able to go after having to hold on so long. I really went alot, my pants were totally full when I was done. After this act, I started blushing when I realized that now I had to own up and tell my parents. I decided to just tell them to just get it over with, since they would find out anyway. I awkwardly waddled towards the group and they noticed what I did before I even said anything. My mom asked me „Did you poop your pants“ and I just nodded. She got kind of annoyed and asked me: „Why didn’t you tell us you had to go?“ Her being disappointed about it made me upset too and I started stammering and said „I didn’t really notice I had to go that badly. I didn’t mean to…“ and I suddenly started crying. Her seeing me cry probably triggered her motherly instinct and she gave me a hug and whispered into my ear: „It’s ok. I understand. Let’s go find a place where you can clean up.“ My younger sister thought it was really funny that I pooped my pants and laughed at me but my dad and my relatives saw I was very upset so they didn’t comment anything negatively. My mom took my hand and we started looking for places with public toilets for me. She asked a few stores but they didn’t end up having public toilets. So I ended up having to walk 20 minutes through the city with full pants. My walk was very awkward and many people noticed me along the way. I cried all the way even though everyone was trying their best to comfort me to make me stop crying. We finally got to a Italian restaurant that let us use their bathroom. What sucks is that the waiter also noticed what I did and also asked me directly „Did you poop your pants?“ just like my mom asked me. I didn’t reply but hearing his remark made me cry again. My mom escorted me to the bathroom but I went into a stall on my own and tried to dump my poop from my pants into the toilet. After 20 minutes I still wasn’t done cleaning up but my parents called me and told me we wanted to leave. My underwear was a complete mess but I wasn’t sure if I should throw it away or not so I just put on my soiled underwear and pants, zipped up my zipper and left the bathroom. My pants were stained and there was a brown spot on the back of my pants so literally could have seen what I did. Luckily my parents accepted to take me home instead of continuing to walk through the city with my relatives. But I still had to walk all the way back. When we made it to our family car (My relatives went home in their own car) I was very quiet the entire ride. I remember my sister complaining about the smell and we had to open the car windows. When I finally got home, I took off my clothes and washed them and I took a bath which finally calmed me down a bit. But when it was time to sleep I got sad again and asked my parents if I could sleep in their bed with them that night and they let me. When I was lying in bed with them they reassured me again that it was ok to have an accident and that I shouldn’t beat myself up over it. I apologized to them for ruining the evening but they comforted me and told me I didn’t ruin it and that we wanted to leave anyway. After a lot of comforting I managed to finally sleep. The next day I already felt somewhat better. But what also sucked is that in the next couple days my parents made sure to often keep asking me if I had to use the bathroom and I hated that they had to keep asking this because it embarrassed me and made me feel like a toddler. But I understand why they did it. They weren’t trying to embarrass me, they were just trying to prevent another accident. And after all I really did have an accident that night, so I really couldn’t complain. So this is my memory, fellow omo-lovers. It is a 100% real story, and it was my only real poop accident after I grew out of having daytime accidents as a small child. That’s why I remember it so clearly. But now, many years later, I don’t feel bad about this experience anymore. I think no one really judged me for it so it was fine afterwards. At the time I felt helpless and miserable but now looking back at it I think it’s kinda cute that it happened.
  8. Hello everyone, as you may have noticed from the title I have this theory that maybe I have a mother who is into desperation and/or peeing. Now, I'm of course not sure if she really is, but I've had some ineresting moments with her where I started to think that there might be a little love for the act in her: Since I was a kid she always came home frome work or an appointment really desperate to pee (crossed legs, hands in her crotch, etc.) and this went on until this day, so far nothing suspicious really, but over the last few years there have been moments where she came home apparently bursting when the bathroom was occupied by one of us. In moments like these she started moaning and telling everyone how much she needed to pee and that she's about to wet herself, but everytime she waited patiently for the bathroom to be free without problems or any sign of desperation at all (with some exceptions), sometimes she even "forgot" to use it after some of us got out. It is moments like these where I started to think that the need to pee of my mom isn't really as urgent as she makes it out to be and that her desperation sometimes is fake (or just exagerated). Maybe she's just acting because she likes the feeling of needing to pee and holding her crotch and maaaybe we share the same passion without knowing it. So before jumping to conclusions I thought to ask you guys what you think about this? Has some of you experienced something similar with your mom or a family member? I would love to hear from you! ?
  9. Wow, so it has been since 2011 that I actually posted something. I've still lurked from time to time but have been busy and nothing great worth posting. Older, we have a kid now, Joy still sometimes indulges me by wetting for me on special occasions. I've written about my sister-in-law (SIL) before but now she's in her mid-20s, still hot as all get out, tight body runner with 32D breasts (I've seen one of her bra tags), tiny waist, firm butt and legs... the works. The type of girl guys fantasize about - and I have... Anyway, we took a family vacation to visit relatives out of state and SIL and her husband and Joy and I and our kid flew up and other family met us there, so it was a big group for a week. Towards the end of the week we were staying in the house and a bunch of them decided to play the game "Watch Ya Mouth" - where everyone has these weird plastic things that go in your mouth that hold your lips apart and then you try to speak and your team-mate has to try to understand what you are saying and get the word correct to get points. I was not playing, just sitting off to the side watching and playing on my phone. The playing group was nearby at the dining table and having a good time with lots of laughter. I could see SIL clearly from my seat. As her next turn came up I watched out of the corner of my eye as she tried to speak with the mouthpiece in and kept laughing at the results. The more she laughed the more she fidgeted around in her chair. She was nearly to the point of crying a minute or so later and then she suddenly shoved her free hand down to her crotch. She was laughing very hard, face red, tears on her cheeks, knees sqeezed together and bouncing. Finally she was able to make a noise that wasn't laughter, 'I 'eed!" she squealed. Nobody could understand her and most were still laughing. She said again, "I 'eed! I 'eed! I 'eed I ants!" Finally the others realized what she was saying and more laughter ensued. SIL took the plastic thing out of her mouth and wiped away slobber and tears. More clearly now she said, "I peed my pants! I'm not even kidding, y'all!" Everyone else was just amused, but I was completely enthralled and aroused. My wife was across the room from me and we caught eyes and she just grinned and rolled her eyes at me. Someone told her to go to the bathroom, so she pushed her chair back and stood - everyone still laughing. She pulled her hand away briefly and on the front at the V of her crotch her jeans were dark, though barely noticeable from the front. She turned to head to the bathroom in the hall, with her back towards me, and from that angle the results were obvious. Her butt was wet on both cheeks and her upper thighs for a few inches on each side like an inverted heart shape with the point facing up near her middle butt. This was no small leak - it was quite a big leak. She hobbled quickly to the bathroom, which more loud laughter from the crowd as they each as her soaked butt in turn. SIL spent a minute or two in the bathroom emptying the rest of her bladder and came back out red faced and embarrassed. She walked past us all to the stairs near my chair to go change, giving me a good long look from both front and back as she approached and passed me and then went up the stairs with her butt facing me almost directly. I was completely hard and throbbing and wanted nothing more than to follow her and masturbate into her soaked panties, honestly. My wife watched me watching her sister leave and texted me. "I'm guessing you enjoyed that, huh?" I replied, "Honestly, yes. Of course. It doesn't matter that it is your sister. Or mean anything." She said, "Ok. I trust you." I smiled at her and she smiled back. SIL came back down the stairs a few minutes later in new shorts, still slightly red and sheepish. She got some good-natured ribbing, of course, but out of love, from the rest of the family. After they had resumed playing their game for a while I went upstairs to "use the bathroom" myself. I quickly ducked into SIL and her hubby's room and looked around but saw nothing. I went into the shared bathroom and closed the door only to turn around and find her jeans and panties in a pile on the floor by the tub! I picked them up and examined them, taking in the size and shape of the wetspot on her jeans, how her grey cotton panties were soaked and dark from just in front of the crotch to halfway up the butt. I sniffed them but there was barely any scent of urine as she drinks a lot of water. They were no longer warm but now the cold, clammy dampness that comes after a wetting. My cock was throbbing at this point. I couldn't believe I got to see my hot SIL wet herself like that and then be up-close-and-personal with the wet clothes. My phone buzzed and it was my wife, "Need a hand?" I replied, "Absolutely." I hurriedly put the wet jeans and panties back where I found them, as close to exactly the same as I could, and went out into the hallway to wait for Joy. She came up the stairs grinning at me. I didn't try to hide my erection from her. She just laughed quietly and shook her head. "What am I going to do with you?" We kissed and I grabbed her and pulled her close and pressed against her. "I can't help it," I said. "I know," she replied. "For what it's worth," I said, "I'm sorry I get this way even though it was your sister." She said, "It's ok. I understand. Now, how do we get you not 'this way'?" She pulled me into our room, closed the door, and took me in her mouth to relieve my tension, which she did in no time at all.
  10. Happy New Year! I came up with a handful of new scenarios over the holidays, so we'll see how this semester goes in terms of writing productivity. Enjoy! **** “Mitch, how far should we string those streamers?” “Mitchell, is this enough for the freshman hallways?” “Hart, do we turn on these black lights now or wait until Monday?” Squaring his shoulders, Mitchell Hartfield put on his most in-control smile, the look that made teachers and students alike feel comforted and placated. “Rob, the streamers go all the way to Mr. Harrison’s room. Joey, put a banner across that last set of lockers, and that’ll be good. Brendan, turn them on to check that they’re all working, then turn them off for the weekend. We’ll get them again on Monday.” The questioners all nodded, as if Mitch had just offered the sagest advice in history, then turned to finish their assigned tasks. Mitch exhaled and looked around, surveying his fellow students and workers as they put the finishing touches on the spirit week decorations. This being one of the most expensive all-male private schools in Chicago, the decorations weren’t the standard paper and cardboard. The “streamers” Rob was hanging were carefully measured strips of silvery satin, and the banners were hand-painted canvas. The overall effect was spirited, yet classy – organized, as opposed to the typical chaos of teen-led spirit weeks. “Mr. Hartfield,” Mr. Missoni, the young faculty director of the pep club, interrupted Mitch’s silent appraisal. “Yes, sir?” “It’s 5:30, Mr. Hartfield. We don’t have access to the school any longer,” Like all of the instructors at the academy, Mr. Missoni referred to his pupils by their last names, as a sign of respect. Mitch drew his brows together momentarily. He hadn’t realized how late it was and was a bit stunned that over 2 hours had passed since he’d started working on the decorations. “Of course, sir,” Mitch demurred before directing his voice toward the teens in the hall. “Gentlemen!” he called, loud but not grating, “Thank you all for your work! Please finish what you’re working on immediately, collect your materials, and deposit them back in Room 118. Our time is up.” The dozen or so remaining pep club members moved in a flurry of obedience – not out of fear or simple deference to authority, but out of genuine respect for Mitch and his leadership. Hartfields were leaders. It was something Mitch had heard, both from his family and from teachers, friends, and other adults, throughout his life. His father was a former Senator who was now the board chairman of one of the largest city charities. His mother, the CEO of the fastest-growing advertising agency in the Midwest. His older sister, Veronica, was junior class president at Northwestern and had already completed a prestigious business internship the previous summer. So it was wholly expected that Mitch would excel at the academy, which he did. Now, in the first semester of his senior year, he was in charge of planning spirit week in addition to all of the typical coursework and college applications. Mitchell didn’t mind the work; he enjoyed the feeling of accomplishment and the pride that came with earning the respect of his peers and teachers. The respect that now had young men trimming the last imaginary frayed edges off of fabric and collecting the remaining materials to take back to the storage room. In less than five minutes, the hallway was completed, and the boys were saying good-bye to Mitch as he surveyed their work. “Thank you, Mr. Hartfield,” Mr. Missoni commented as the remaining boys cleared out. “I’ll see you in class on Monday.” “Thank you Mr. Missoni.” Normally, faculty members would be the last to leave, but it was late on a Friday, and no one distrusted Mitch to be the last one in the building, so Mr. Missoni had already turned to leave. Before he had a chance to enjoy the silence a bit, Mitch grimaced. In the hours he’d been working – and really, since lunch period – he hadn’t used the restroom, and now, his bladder was asserting its need. It was another habit of the Hartfields: work took precedence, especially leadership projects. Mitch and his sister had been raised to postpone the fulfillment of their own needs until the least intrusive moment. Over the years, Mitch had grown so proficient at the practice that he could go for hours without even noticing hunger, exhaustion, or, as was currently being demonstrated, the need to use the restroom. Mitch knew he was alone, but he still double-checked the hallways before pressing his thighs together. He really was quite full, much to his own dismay. As he reached for his uniform blazer and messenger bag that he’d carefully draped over the back of a chair, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Mitch started far more than he would have, had his need not been so urgent, and barely stopped himself from shoving his hand between his thighs. The notification of his phone was a schedule reminder, bright against the dark background. “Pick up Mom” Cursing internally, Mitch slipped his blazer on. Of course. He’d promised to drive his mother home from work, and he’d set a reminder for what he considered the latest possible time he could leave and still arrive at his mom’s office building on time. Now, using the restroom didn’t even cross Mitch’s mind as a possibility. His mother, Anne Hartfield, did not abide by lateness, and certainly not when it came from her well-trained son. Mitch was already walking briskly to his car. As the crow flies, his mother’s office building wasn’t that far away, but Friday night Chicago rush hour meant at least a half-hour trip, and Anne always left the office at 6:30 sharp on Fridays. It would be fine; he’d make the trip as quickly as possible, then use the restroom at his mother’s agency. He checked the clock as he started the late-model BMW. 6:42. By his own calculations, he had about 10 minutes of wiggle room to account for traffic that would still allow him time to use the toilet before arriving in his mom’s office. He knew Chicago well enough that any unusual delays – accidents or otherwise blocked streets – shouldn’t be a problem. He’d be able to navigate around obstructions fairly easily. If he could control himself, of course. Almost as soon as he pulled onto the street, Mitch felt his urgency return. Fine. It’s fine. Hartfields always take responsibility for their own actions, and Mitch had chosen to forgo using the restroom since lunch, so now it was his responsibility to hold his urine and reach his mother’s office by the expected time. If Mitch had been prone to rumination, he would’ve stewed over all of the decisions that had led him to this point; he’d marvel over how desperate felt, when 10 minutes ago, he quite literally didn’t notice any signals from his body. But Mitchell been raised to believe that brooding was useless. Problem solving was the only acceptable reaction to unfortunate situations, and right now, his problem was a dangerously full bladder. Mitch clenched his jaw as he tried to keep control by just squeezing his abdominal and thigh muscles. For a few minutes, in the comparatively light traffic around the academy, those methods worked, but by the time he reached the beltway, he couldn’t help but actively press his knees together. Traffic slowed, and Mitch was a half-second too slow in his reactions, necessitating a rather more forceful application of the brakes than comfortable. He stopped the car with plenty of space to spare, but felt a thoroughly unnerving spurt of urine dampen his boxer-briefs. In an instant, Mitch was gripping himself, frantically, trying to regain a feeling of mastery over his own body. The clutching helped, and as he eased off the brake pedal, he was also able to loosen his hold, but the ease didn’t last long. After less than a minute, he felt another surge from his bladder. Mitch glanced around unnecessarily to confirm that no one from other cars was looking at him. Of course, no one was; people rarely pay attention to others during rush hour, but, per another unspoken Hartfield rule, drawing attention to your own body was forbidden, if other people were watching. No one was watching. Mitch’s bladder was exceptionally full; he’d actually wet himself a tiny bit already. He was on the highway and didn’t currently have time to stop without risking lateness in picking up his mother. The inescapable habits of being a Hatfield and the demands of the current situation both allowed and required, respectively, Mitch to thrust his hand between his legs, grasping his dick tightly. Mitch blushed slightly, but Hartfields did what had to be done, especially if no one was around to see the more unsavory methods being employed. And now, Mitch was acting in ways that would surely appall his parents. As he drove toward downtown, Mitch no longer harbored any delusions of being able to keep both hands on the wheel. Holding himself definitely felt more secure, but even being reduced to such a state was disconcerting. Still, Mitch focused on the problem solving. In this case, holding himself like a child was necessary, if undesirable. The traffic wasn’t too bad, but by the time Mitch reached downtown, he couldn’t stop squirming. He was practically massaging his dick, kneading the flesh under the fabric of his pants in an unconscious attempt to mitigate the feeling of urgency. His thighs were moving in all directions – flapping his knees in and out, bouncing up and down, moving side to side while pressed together. On some level, Mitch acknowledged that this was probably not a safe way to drive, but the movement was barely under his control at this point. Just after 6:15, Mitch made it to the parking garage in his mother’s building. Without realizing is, he started fully bouncing in his seat as he navigated the dark loops of parking spaces. Nearly all of the spaces were empty, but his mother would expect him to park next to her parking space (never in it, even if it was unoccupied), which was closest to the elevator on the top level of the garage. Mitch’s knuckles were white between his legs as he somehow managed to park straight. He turned the car off but sat for a few moments, using the larger range of motion possible when not driving to squeeze and writhe frenetically in an effort to decrease the feeling of immediacy as much as possible before exiting the car. While he wriggled, Mitch went over the logistics in his head. His mother’s agency occupied the top 5 floors of the 20-story building, with his mother’s office naturally on top. He had the code to the private elevator that he’d parked by, so he could go straight up. The 16th floor, where all the interns and new employees worked, was almost certain to be empty at this time on a Friday, but he’d have to be careful. The bathroom was down the hall and to the left from the parking elevator, if he remembered correctly… His need feeling quite a bit less dire, Mitch grabbed his keys, opened the door, and exited the car. And lost all control. The gravity of standing, the change of position was the death knell for Mitch’s bladder. Liquid gushed out past his still-clutched hand, soaking down the front of his uniform khakis. A small “Oh!” escaped Mitch’s mouth. For a few moments, he was more stunned than anything. It genuinely hadn’t occurred to him that he wouldn’t make it to a toilet. Yes, his need had been spectacular, but he hadn’t actually wet himself since he was a toddler, and he’d had no intention of doing so now. Yet wet himself, he did. Streams of urine poured down both legs of his pants, with rivulets bursting from the fabric in multiple spots. The sheer volume was far too much for the cloth to absorb. In seconds, hot fluid started dripping heavily onto the concrete floor, the pattering sound deafening in the empty garage. The noise made Mitch’s stomach contract with guilt, but he could do nothing to stem the miserable flow. Panting with overwhelming physical reliefs, Mitch tried to get ahold of his racing thoughts, but he was too overwhelmed to make a plan. The sensation of peeing uncontrollably in his school uniform was too devastating to get past. At some point, Mitch realized that he was no longer going, though the sound of liquid trickling off the cuffs of his pants still echoed through the garage. Exhaling shakily, he started to stand up straight. He took a step forward, not quite sure where he was going yet, but stopped abruptly as a final spurt of urine fell from his bladder, streaming directly down his right leg. This, more than anything, nearly broke Mitch. His legs almost gave out, and he stumbled against the still-open driver’s side door. The idea that he not only wet himself, but had so little awareness of his own body that he didn’t know he wasn’t done, went against everything Mitch had been raised to believe about himself. Mitch realized that his lower lip was trembling and quickly bit down to stop the shaking. His Hartfield habits were kicking in; crying was unacceptable. He had to be responsible for his own actions. Though his insides still writhed with shame, Mitch started moving. First, he checked his watch; he still had 7 minutes to reach his mother’s office. Her secretary was almost certainly gone by now, so if he went straight to his mother’s floor, no one would see him. Except his mother. Mitch closed his eyes for a moment, mentally preparing for the inevitable confrontation. This was his fault; he would have to accept whatever reaction his mother deemed appropriate. Looking down, Mitch’s stomach twisted anew upon seeing the glistening wetness all down the front of his pants. Grimacing, he started to grab sections of material, squeezing out the excess liquid, so as not to drip in the elevator. He had to suppress his gag reflex when he saw the amount of piss being wrung from the material. When he finally finished, he grudgingly wiped his hands on the still-dry hips of his pants. Mitch checked his watch again as he entered the elevator – he was right on time. He straightened his shoulders, readying to enter his mother’s domain. Thankfully, the secretary was gone for the night, so Mitch was able to cross the waiting area unseen. He gently knocked on the tall, sleek doors to Anne’s office, sliding in at his mother’s distracted invitation. Mitch stood just inside the door, painfully aware of the heaviness of his pants hanging from his belt. His mother was arranging papers in a filing cabinet, her back to him. “Thank you for coming, dear,” she said formally. “I hope traffic wasn’t too ba-“ Anne cut herself off as she turned around and saw her 18-year-old son standing in front of her, pants utterly drenched. “Mitchell,” Anne raised an eyebrow coolly. “What is this?” “I hhhad an accident,” Mitch responded, then instantly hated himself for allowing his voice to stick on the second word. Anne’s eyebrow remained arched. “Why didn’t you use the bathroom on the interns’ floor?” With great effort, Mitch managed not to flinch. He’d known that he’d have to explain himself. “I didn’t make it.” Anne’s lips were pressed into a thin line. “Do I need to alert the janitorial staff?” “No, ma’am,” Mitch raised his chin slightly to counteract the natural droop of humiliation. Anne’s upper lip curled ever so slightly. “Then does your car require cleaning?” “No, ma’am,” Mitch repeated, keeping his voice steady. This was all the consequence of his own actions, after all. “Mmmm,” Anne trusted her son, despite her disappointment. He’d kept his word in arriving on time, at least. Still, failure to make it to the toilet wasn’t acceptable. Anne strode to her closet and smoothly pulled the plastic casing off her dry-cleaned spare suit. “Here,” she held out the plastic to her son. “No sense in spreading the mess to your car seat, then.” “Yes, ma’am,” Sitting on the dry-cleaning plastic was actually a great plan, and Mitch was oddly grateful for his mother’s logic. “Come along, then,” Anne’s voice was clipped. “No sense in dawdling.” Mother and son remained silent in the elevator, though Mitch saw his mother sneer when she saw the size of the puddle he’d made in the garage. His stomach clenched guiltily; there was something about his mother seeing the full evidence of his accident that made Mitch feel doubly ashamed. He unlocked to car doors and carefully placed the plastic on the driver’s seat as Anne situated herself on the passenger side. The drive home took 20 painfully long minutes. Mitch kept his posture straight and his eyes clear, though, internally, he was contorted with humiliation and anxiety. Anne turned to her son before they entered the house. “Dinner is at 7:30. I trust that’s enough time to make yourself presentable.” She didn’t wait for an answer leaving Mitch to follow her slowly inside. Up in his room, Mitch took a much quicker shower than he would have liked. Given his current mental state, he could have stayed under the hot water for hours, but Hartfields don’t mope. Instead, Mitch toweled off his hair, dressed in appropriate evening clothes, then reluctantly gathered his soiled pants, underwear, and socks to take to the laundry Realistically, he could have left it for the housekeeper over the weekend, but the desires to avoid a smell and, more powerfully, to avoid sharing his accident with anyone else, propelled him to do his own washing. In the laundry room, Mitch was just opening the washing machine when he heard soft footsteps behind him. “Hey.” For the first time that day, Mitch blushed. “Please don’t look at me,” he murmured. Obligingly, his sister turned around, leaning her back against the doorjamb. “Alright. I’m not looking.” Home for the weekend, a usual practice for the local student, Veronica had heard her mom and brother arrived, noticed the tension, and had gotten a brief, somewhat incredulous explanation from Anne. “Thank you,” Mitch said, though he shuddered at the unexpected interruption. After a moment, Veronica spoke again. “Are you OK?” Irritatingly, Mitch felt his eyes fill with tears, and he took a deep breath before responding. “I’ll be fine. It was my fault.” “It was an accident, Mitch,” Veronica said gently, still not looking into the laundry room. Mitch’s stomach flipped at the word. Most people wouldn’t have heard his breath hitch, but Veronica had more experience than anyone at growing up a Hartfield and all of the emotion-suppression techniques that came with it. When she heard the washing machine lid close and the cycle start, she took the chance to step into the room, placing a hand on her younger brother’s arm. “Mitch,” she insisted softly. “It’s OK.” Mitch crumbled, unable to respond right away. Veronica stepped closer, wrapping her arm around the teen. More to his own dismay than to his sister’s, who was intimately familiar with the feelings of disgrace that accompanied personal failures in the Hartfield family, perceived or otherwise. “Mitch,” Veronica repeated. “It was just mom. She knows you handled it as well as you could have, and no one else knows.” Mitch sniffed slightly, the twisty feeling in his abdomen unabated. “But…” he mumbled. Veronica looked up. “What? What is it?” Mitch’s entire ribcage seemed to tighten. There was no one else in the world he’d confess this to, but the magnitude of his indiscretion was enough to weaken his well-honed resolve. “But…” he stammered, feeling much younger than his 18 years. He thought of his final leak, the one he didn’t even feel coming. “What if it happens again?” Veronica hugged her brother, resting her head on the taller sibling’s shoulder. “Bud, I know it seems scary, but this was a fluke thing. I promise.” Mitch leaned into his sister. He appreciated the show of comfort – he and Veronica had always shared more hugs with each other than they did with their parents – but he really didn’t feel any better. Veronica smiled weakly; she knew that Mitch was unlikely to forgive himself so quickly. She didn’t have anything else to say, so she settled for “Dinner’s almost ready.” Mitch nodded, blinking the tears out of his eyes. He’d have to stop by the bathroom to throw water on his face before he made his way to the dining room. Despite his lingering humiliation, he couldn’t just show up for dinner with red eyes. He was a Hartfield, after all.
  11. Happy (almost) spring! I've had three (maybe four) one-shots spinning around in my head for the past few weeks, so I thought I'd try to get one out. Thank you so much for reading! *** A Disney employee was waiting on the dock with Owen’s wheelchair. She smiled encouragingly as the 16-year-old clambered out of the boat from the Jungle Cruise and settled into the chair. Owen’s parents, Neil and Jo Keating, and his siblings, 13-year-old Hunter and 8-year-old Emma followed. It was just past 11:30 in the morning, and they’d been at Magic Kingdom since a little before 9, on a much-anticipated family vacation that they’d been planning for over a year. The fact that they were on the vacation was something of a miracle. Six months ago, Owen had started feeling absolutely awful – inexplicably exhausted all the time, drained from even the most minor of physical activity. Just at the start of his junior year of high school at that point, Owen had been horrified by his sudden lack of ability to keep up in class or on the field. Owen had never been a superstar in sports or academics, but he was incredibly well-liked. Owen was the kind of kid who just never caused any trouble. He was polite but not obsequious, friendly but not cheesy. He was just the kind of guy who everyone wanted around and no one ever had to worry about. So when, after nearly a month and several doctor’s visits, Owen was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome, it had been a blow. Suddenly, he couldn’t be relied on for much of anything. He took weeks off of school, struggling to keep up with his work online and at home. Sports and extracurriculars were out of the question. He couldn’t even help out with chores at home without taxing his limited stamina reserves. For several months, it looked like Disney was going to be out of the question, even though most of the trip was already paid for. Owen had felt terrible, but the prospect of preventing his family from going on vacation only strengthened his resolve to get better. With every ounce of extra energy he had (which wasn’t a lot), he read up on CFS, looking online, reading research articles and clinical trials, and talking to doctors. Owen stopped trying to push himself through physical activity in an attempt to be “normal,” and instead focused on recovery, gently working back up to higher levels of exertion. The plan worked and, in the new year, Owen managed to improve enough to go back to school. He still couldn’t play on any teams, and he and his parents were careful to monitor his activity and diet, but he was able to look and act far more like a typical high school student. After multiple promises not to exert himself too much – he’d use a wheelchair in the parks, he’d take breaks throughout the day – Owen finally got his doctor’s okay to go to Disney World. So during spring break, in early March, the Keatings flew into Orlando. Jo had worked diligently in the preceding weeks to talk to Disney representatives and arrange accommodations. They’d have a rental wheelchair for Owen the entire time, both at the resort and in the parks, and, since he could transfer himself, there were no rides that he wouldn’t be able to access. Owen had been ecstatic with relief. He’d already put his family through so much, with doctor’s appointments and changed schedules and just a general disruption of their lives. He didn’t know what he would have done if they’d had to cancel their vacation on account of him. But even though the first morning had been gentle – just a few easy rides (well, most of the rides at Magic Kingdom were easy) – Owen wasn’t feeling great after climbing off the Jungle Cruise boat. The prior day of travel had taken a toll, and, even in March, the rising Florida heat was threatening his comfort. Back out in the sun, Owen’s vision swam a bit. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the first prickles of a headache creeping up the base of his skull. He’d barely even done anything; how could he be tired already? With effort, Owen directed his attention to his family’s conversation. Jo and Emma were happily discussing the guide’s jokes from the Jungle Cruise, with Neil eagerly supplying his own themed puns. Hunter, as usual, didn’t contribute much, but did let a little excitement slip through when the topic switched to their next destination. Space Mountain. Owen shuddered, then instantly hoped that no one noticed. Luckily, for the first time in months, none of the attention seemed to be on him. It was exactly what he had hoped for. They were all acting just like a normal family. No one was fretting or asking if he was OK. Emma wasn’t nervously wringing her hands, old enough to be worried, but too young to really understand how to help. Hunter wasn’t ducking his head, seemingly desperate to be anywhere but around his weak embarrassment of a brother. So Owen smiled. He looked down at his watch and confirmed what he’d thought; if they were heading to Space Mountain, then it was almost lunchtime. They’d go on the ride and then find somewhere to eat and rest. Taking deeper breaths, Owen took stock of his body, just like his therapist had taught him. He had a tiny headache, but it wasn’t too bad. He felt a little tired – enough to know that he likely wouldn’t be able to walk very far right now – but not enough to make him slump over in the chair. He was sweating a bit, but they’d be inside soon, where it would be cooler. And he had to pee, but only in the normal, late-morning way, nothing urgent. As they crossed into Tomorrowland, Owen perked up a bit. It had been years since he’d ridden Space Mountain for the first time, but the giant, white structure hadn’t changed. Their passes would let them skip the long line, he’d enjoy the ride, and then he’d get to take a bit of a break. The inside of the building was blessedly dark and cool. Owen inhaled deeply, grateful for the air conditioning. Shelter from the bright, warm sunlight made him much more confident in his decision to saying nothing about how he was feeling. Of course, in nearly the same moment that Owen started to feel more comfortable, his wheelchair hit a small bump on the floor, jostling his body and, more importantly, his bladder. It wasn’t drastic – he didn’t leak or anything – but he was reminded, for the billionth time in the past 6 months, that his body was not his own. He couldn’t just excuse himself to run to the bathroom; he’d have to ask his dad to take him after the ride, or at least hope that someone else in the family suggested a bathroom stop on the way to lunch. The FastPasses worked as promised, and the family strolled past the standard line, scanning their bands and turning off to the side to the accessible entrance. They came out on the opposite side of the tracks as the other people in line, an attentive ride attendant ready to help them into the seats. Owen smiled and responded with the appropriate level of excitement when the attendant asked if he was ready, but he cringed internally when he stood to transfer into the car. It wasn’t that he was hurt or sore; he still just hated the idea of what other people thought seeing a generally healthy-looking teen boy stand up from a wheelchair. People in wheelchairs shouldn’t just be able to get up on their own and slide into a roller coaster car, not if they were getting special, line-skipping treatment at Disney World. There were enough challenges being sixteen without having an invisible illness. There were six seats in each car, all one behind the other, so the Keatings got a car all to themselves. Emma was giggling nervously, and Neil was grinning like a kid. Nestled into the seat with the lap bar pulled down, Owen felt the old tug of impending thrill. He’d always loved roller coasters, and even though he knew that Space Mountain was nothing compared to the 400-foot behemoths that now graced amusement parks around the world, it was still the most intense ride the Magic Kingdom had to offer. Given his current low-level headache and weariness, Owen figured that a comparatively gentle roller coaster was the way to go. The car slowly rolled forward, and another attendant double-checked the security of the lap bars. With a final thumbs-up, the attendant set off the ride. For the first few seconds, Owen grinned. The ride wasn’t too fast, and the light and sound effects were rife with cheesy, outdated ideas of futurism. But then, the car sped up, whizzing around curves. It still wasn’t particularly fast, but the darkness amplified the twists, leaving Owen to be jerked around with every rise, drop, and change of direction. In moments, he found himself pushing down a rising sense of nausea. He closed his eyes, a near-universal reflex against motion sickness. The ride seemed to drag on. All Owen could do was try to breathe evenly and pray that it would end soon. He’d get to relax as soon as the ride was over. He could go to the bathroom, he could get something to eat, he could stay inside for a bit… After far too many seconds of breathing and silently begging, the car slowed to a stop. Nearly overcome with relief, Owen forced his eyes open and twisted his face into a smile at the beaming attendant waiting with his chair. Through some miracle, Owen was able to climb out of the car and stumble into the waiting chair with at least a little bit of grace. At least, no one in his family seemed to notice the fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. Rather, they were chatting excitedly again, caught up in the Disney magic and already planning their next rides and attractions. No one seemed to catch onto the fact that Owen was taking deep, gulping breaths, fiercely trying to quell the churning in his stomach. Neil was pushing Owen’s chair faster than was strictly comfortable, but Owen decided that speed was probably in his best interest. They’d just get to one of the restaurants, and then a bathroom, and then… Owen’s train of thought was cut off by an overwhelming burst of sunlight. They had stepped outside, and the heat and brightness sent Owen reeling. “Lunch time!” Jo called cheerfully. “Where do we want to go? Owe-“ Owen’s mother cut herself off, having looked at her eldest son, who was ghostly pale and slumped in his chair. “Owen! Neil, stop!” Neil had already stopped pushing, but he put the brakes on Owen’s chair and crouched over his son, trying to get the teen’s attention. “Owen? Bud, what happened?” But Owen barely heard his parents calm but urgent pleas. His vision was blurred, and his head lolled to the side. He was so hot, and the sun was too bright, even through his closed eyes. He wanted - needed – to lay down, but he didn’t have the strength to ease himself out of the wheelchair. Not that the thought of lying on the asphalt in the middle of Magic Kingdom was particularly tempting. A third voice joined the chorus of Owen’s parents. Through the vertiginous haze, Owen realized that a worker must have approached them to see what was wrong. He caught snippets of his parents explaining CFS and the worker offering medical services. “…rooms…” “…orthostatic intolerance…” “…must have pushed him too hard…” No, thought Owen, utterly unable to make his voice work, you didn’t push me too hard. This isn’t your fault. As Owen mentally argued against his mother’s voiced guilt, he felt his chair start to move. He didn’t know where they were taking him, but he could still feel his heart pounding in his chest, sweat dripping down his spine. And suddenly, sweat wasn’t the only thing dripping. Without even realizing it, Owen had lost control over his bladder. Even through the heat of the air, he felt searing wetness spread from his crotch, twin streams of urine snaking down his inner thighs. Owen was beyond powerless to stop himself from wetting. A low, pained whine rumbled in the back of his throat, the only reaction he was capable of. Jo heard the pitiful noise and glanced down. Her face fell in both pity and concern. Owen had never wet himself during an episode before. It was likely that she was right, and the extent of heat and activity had just been too much for him, but she was still worried about what a loss of bladder control might mean about Owen’s illness and ability to recover. Both physically and emotionally. Owen, his eyes still closed against the sunlight and motion, didn’t see his mother’s distress. Any part of him that wasn’t focused on trying to breath in enough oxygen to stay conscious was caught up in a storm of mortification. As Neil pushed the chair forward as quickly as he could without jostling, Owen felt a pool of urine slosh back between his legs, unable to soak into the plastic seat material. Just as Owen felt his accident dribble to a stop, a blast of air conditioning made him gasp. They were inside somewhere, somewhere quiet and out of the painfully bright sun. Still, it wasn’t until Owen felt strong arms under his arms and knees lift him onto a bed or cot or something that he figured out they must have brought him to a behind-the-scenes clinic. Disney had everything, after all. Finally flat on his back, Owen instantly felt his nausea start to dissipate. The combination of cooler temperature, lack of sunlight, and soft pillow acted as a tonic, and Owen felt his heart rate slow. After a minute or so of lying still, Owen felt settled enough to turn on his side and curl into a slightly more comfortable position. He opened his eyes into slits, taking in his surroundings. As he’d suspected, he was on a hospital-style bed in what looked to be a very calm emergency room. The bed was against a wall, with a curtain hanging at the foot, presumably to be drawn around the bed for privacy. His parents were standing hear his head, talking to a nurse who Owen hadn’t heard approach. Hunter and Emma were standing off to the side, Emma biting her lip and Hunter standing with his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched. Owen couldn’t see his face, but he was sure his younger brother was irritated, at best. Owen closed his eyes again, this time to shield from the shameful view of what he’d done to his family. He hated being such a burden, such a barrier to a normal vacation, a normal life. He pressed his eyelids down, trying to hold back the film of tears that had gathered. He’d already ruined his family’s day. The least he could do was not be a big baby on top of it. Jo had seen the movement in her son, though. She paused her conversation with the nurse. “O? How are you feeling, honey?” Owen blinked his eyes open and tried to give his mom a reassuring look. “Better,” he croaked. “Laying down helps.” The nurse smiled. “I’m just gonna take some of your stats to see if we need to do anything else. Is that OK?” “Mm-hmm.” Owen held out his arm for the blood pressure cuff. No one said anything yet about his accident, but in the air conditioned room, his wet shorts were chilly against his thighs. As the nurse wrapped a blood pressure cuff around Owen’s arm, he saw Hunter approach their dad, muttering something into Neil’s ear. Neil nodded, and Hunter turned and walked out of the room, not looking at Owen. Owen closed his eyes again as the blood pressure cuff eased. His brother couldn’t even stand being in the same room as him. “Ninety over sixty,” the nurse informed Jo and Neil. “A bit low, but that’s to be expected. His color is coming back, so I don’t think we need to start an IV.” Jo smiled in relief, grateful for the confirmation that Owen would be OK. “I’m going to go file some paperwork.” The nurse looked over at Emma. “But maybe I could take this princess to find some lunch for everyone?” Emma grinned hesitantly. She’d been scared by Owen’s crash, and now that the nurse had said he wasn’t too sick, she was ready to get back to vacation. She glanced over at her parents, who nodded their assent, and Emma happily skipped off with the nurse. Hearing his sister leave, Owen chanced to open his eyes again. Neil and Jo were talking quietly, trying to figure out what to do. “Should I just take him back to the hotel?” Jo asked. “Do you think moving him is the best idea?” Neil countered. “Would they even let us stay here?” “Maybe, but he’s gonna need a change of clothes. We can’t leave him in wet shorts.” Owen squeezed his eyes shut, curling on the bed. A single tear slipped out of the corner of his right eye, trickling sideways down toward his temple on the pillow. “I could go back to the hotel and get him clean clothes,” Jo offered. “But that might take awhile, and you and the kids would have to stay here and wait for me. I don’t want to ask the medical staff to stay with Owen if neither of us are here.” “Well, let’s wait until Hunter and Emma get back, and we’ll figure out what we can do.” Neil’s voice, like Jo’s, stayed low and muttering, but in the silent, sterile clinic, Owen could hear every word. He wanted to sink into the bed and disappear. Well, more accurately, he wanted to not be sick. He wanted to be a regular sixteen-year-old, not one who couldn’t even ride a basic roller coaster without spazzing out and pissing himself. “Lunch time!” Emma chirped brightly, having returned with the nurse and a tray full of burgers and fries. A second staff member followed with an armful of bottled water. Owen opened his eyes at the sound of his little sister’s voice, trying to smile and now look at miserable and useless as he felt. “Oh, this looks great!” Jo cooed. “Thank you so much!” Emma beamed. “We went the secret way!” The nurse smiled. “We only show our must trustworthy princesses the secret passageways to the kitchens.” She set the tray down on a small table, and Emma reached for the food. “OK, sweetie, let’s just wait for Hunter,” Jo cautioned. “I’m here.” Hunter slunk into the room, holding a merchandise bag down by his side. Jo and Neil exchanged a look, indicating that whatever Hunter had whispered to Neil, it hadn’t involved shopping. “Hey, honey,” Jo said, questioning, but Hunter walked right past her. “Here,” he reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of brightly-colored board shorts, patterns with little Mickey Mouses, plus a pair of pinstriped boxers. Owen looked up at his brother, too stunned and still too tired to lift his head from the pillow. He opened his mouth to thank him, but Hunter, having handed his brother the clean clothes, had already turned away and joined Emma to dig into the cheeseburgers. Owen was dazed. He hadn’t put a lot of thought into where Owen went, but he never would have guessed that the teen had somehow left to find clean clothes for him. As Owen was trying to make sense of this unexpected kindness, his mom drew the curtain around the bed, and the nurse passed in a wet cloth. “Do you need help, sweetie?” Jo whispered. Blushing, Owen started to shake his head, but decided against any extra movement of his still-aching cranium. “No,” he murmured. “I can do it.” He wasn’t actually 100% sure he had the energy to clean himself and change into the dry clothes, but he was 200% sure that he couldn’t bear the thought of his mother wiping down his naked privates, cleaning off dried urine. Not after everything else. Jo slipped back out through the curtain, and Owen gingerly rolled onto his back. He was, admittedly, feeling loads better, but he knew excess movement would set him back. Positioning his feet and hands, he pressed his hips off the bed and managed to pull down his soaked shorts and underwear in one motion. He had the presence of mind to pull his phone out of the pocket and set it beside him on the bed. Even that effort had Owen sweating. He took his time, trying not to think about how humiliating it was to have to take so long to clean himself up after an accident. Still, it was better than having someone help him. Slowly, carefully, he wiped himself down with the cloth left by the nurse and slid into the new boxers and shorts. With what he was sure was the last of his functional energy, he crumpled up his wet shorts and stuffed them into the bag that Hunter had left. Completely spent – and hating himself for it – Owen sunk back into the pillow, breathing through his mouth. It had probably only been about 20 minutes since they’d ridden Space Mountain, but Owen felt like he’d aged several years. He was exhausted, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to join his siblings in the park for the rest of the afternoon, but he yearned to fix things, to somehow claw back some of the dignity he’d lost by wetting his pants in the middle of Disney World. “Hey, sweetie.” Jo pulled back the curtain to check on her son. “You all set?” “Yeah,” Owen breathed, unable to respond in any more detail. “Good,” Jo stroked his hair. “The nurse said we can stay here as long as we need, so you can rest. Your dad will take Hunter and Emma back outside to go on more rides and stuff.” Owen hummed reflexively, relieved that his siblings wouldn’t be stuck in the clinic with him. Jo smiled sadly. She still felt guilty for not being more attentive to Owen, but she knew the best thing for him now was to rest. “I’ll be right here, OK, hun? If you need anything, just call.” “Uh-huh,” Owen whispered, curling up on his side. He knew he’d probably sleep the whole afternoon. But as Jo closed the curtain again, Owen reached for his phone. He could barely keep his eyes open, and he couldn’t move more than a tiny bit at a time, but he just had to do something. Thanks Owen sucked in a breath, staring at his phone screen. After a moment, the three dots appeared, showing that Hunter was texting him back. np Owen let out the breath that he’d been holding. He hadn’t even really expected a response from the 13-year-old, but he was emboldened by the quick answer and the enhanced sense of privacy from being surrounded by a curtain. No I mean it. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t done that, and I don’t think Mom and Dad knew either. Another pause, this one longer, and more dots. I just asked a worker if they had shorts in the store. Nbd. Its what brothers do Owen’s eyes filled with tears. He didn’t know if was making things worse by texting, but he’d opened the tap of everything he hadn’t felt able to say to his younger brother for the past six months. Yeah, but I’m your older brother. You shouldn’t have to take care of me. U shouldn’t have 2 b sick. Life sux sumtimes Owen nearly gasped. When had his little brother become so wise? Despite the creeping, insistent exhaustion, Owen felt emotionally better than he had in months. Hunter didn’t hate him. Yeah, things sucked, but his family didn’t blame him, not really. Owen had the ghost of a smile on his face as he typed out his last text. Yeah, well, I’ll pay you back for the clothes. His phone vibrated one more time before much-needed sleep took over. ya u will :)
  12. Edith had to go pee. Right. Now. She'd had to go since about five minutes after their last pit stop. Edith was incredibly determined to make it to their next planned stop without asking for the bathroom. She knew it was a hassle for Mom and Dad to make another stop and have to unbuckle her little brother from his wheelchair. She bit her lip and looked out over the landscape. She could've sworn they'd crossed the border over to Utah by now, but she hadn't seen any signs. She longingly looked at the gas station as they drove by, wishing Dad would need to stop and buy another pack of smokes. Edith adjusted her legs, trying not to draw attention from her three siblings. Her older brother, Elias, pushed up his red wire-framed glasses and scrunched up his nose as he stared intently at his Gameboy Advance. It was one of those cool flip-up “SP” ones; Mom and Dad had just bought it for him for his 14th birthday. Edith was jealous; she was stuck with Eli's hand-me-down old school Gameboy and Pokemon Blue. Eli had saved up his allowance to buy Pokemon Sapphire, which looked amazing on that little back-lit screen. Edith tried to focus on her jealousy instead of her desperate urge to pee, but it wasn't working very well. She quickly pressed her legs together and tightened her hold. Edith winced, realizing she might not make it much longer. “Daddy!” Edith's younger sister, Esther, called from the back seat of the van. “What is it, pumpkin?” “Daddy I need to go pee,” Esther sang the word 'pee' like she was auditioning for a musical. It was like the eight-year-old was expecting woodland creatures to carry her off to the toilet at the drop of a hat. “Can you hold it, princess? We just passed a gas station, but we can pull over as soon as another one comes along.” “I can hold it for a while,” Esther reassured their dad. Edith, on the other hand, was bursting. She was jiggling her legs, doing a kind of seated potty dance. “Can you stop that for, like five seconds?! Please?! I'm trying to concentrate,” Elias barked. Edith crossed one leg over the other, trying not to bounce too much. She felt a tiny stream of pee escape and drip into her Paul Frank panties, but quickly plugged the flow. She stuck her hand between her legs and held herself. Edith was thankful that Elias wasn't paying close enough attention to realize how desperate she was. On their last family road trip, before their youngest brother Ezra was born, Elias had taunted Edith the whole trip. Every time she needed to go to the bathroom he told her to think about waterfalls and made gushing and spurting sounds with his mouth. She peed her pants only twice the whole trip, but Elias never let her live it down. Edith's bladder had become stronger than it was when she was five, going on six. Now at eleven, almost twelve, she felt like she was grown enough to handle holding it. And she wouldn't let Elias win this one. Another spurt erupted from her urethra, dampening her panties and possibly her embroidered denim shorts. Edith was afraid to check. “Daddy! Oh my gosh, I see a gas station!” Esther squealed with joy from the back seat. Ezra, who had been quiet for a while, let out a goofy laugh. “Perfect timing,” Dad said, “I'm ready to stretch my legs.” Edith squeezed her quivering legs together and leaned forward. It was about time; she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it for. Dad pulled into the gas station and unlocked the van. Esther flung open the sliding door and ran, holding herself, for the gas station door. Elias closed his Gameboy and shoved it into his backpack. “I gotta go too,” he said, running after his youngest sister. “Edie, would you help me with Ezra?” Mom asked. “Um,” Edith squeaked, pressing hard on her urethra, unsure if she could even get up without letting loose. “It'll only take a minute, hun,” Mom reassured her. “Mom, I really need to-” “Can you unbuckle him and I'll unload the wheelchair?” Edith cautiously got up from her seat, being very careful not to disturb her too-full bladder. She could feel the pressure as she changed positions and slipped into the back seat. Her five-year-old brother stared off in the distance, seemingly unaware of the world around him. He smiled and waved his arms as if he were conducting an orchestra. Edith wondered for a moment what Ezra would be like without cerebral palsy. She unbuckled him from the wheelchair car seat contraption that was especially built for the family's van and Mom lowered him and his chair down the ramp. Edith was still trying to disguise her potty dance, but failing terribly. Mom wasn't paying any attention, but if she had been, she would've shook her head and told Edith to just go. From the corner of her eye, she could see her little sister running back to the car, holding a giant bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. They were Dad's favourite and she'd suckered him into buying a bag for her. Edith sighed; she was a little jealous, but at least the bathroom was free. She slowly headed towards the gas station bathrooms, every few steps having to squeeze herself. A few tiny drips of pee made their way down her leg, but nothing drastic enough for anyone to notice. When she finally made it to the bathroom door, she felt like she'd finally found her oasis. Edith let out a giant sigh and tried for the door. It didn't budge. She tried again. “Hey! I'm peeing here!” Elias bellowed. “Elias?!” “Can I not just use the bathroom in peace?!” “Eli- I-I really need to go... can you please...” “Seriously, can you give me a damn minute?!” Edith could hear the sound of a fast, hard stream and it made her even more desperate. She was ready to let go, but she couldn't. She could hear that he had finished and had flushed, but he was taking his sweet time washing his hands. “Eli! Please! I really, really, really need to go!” A loud groan came from inside the bathroom. “I'm almost done, for god's sake!” Edith banged on the door again, “Hurry!” she shouted in a voice that was almost unrecognizably desperate. She was hopping and dancing, trying to keep it all in. None of it was working. She felt a leak and held herself tighter. Moving around wasn't helping, but standing still was next to impossible. She tried to hold her breath and close her eyes. She thought about the last time she'd been in this much trouble. During Spring Break, she went on a Girl Guides camping trip and had drank almost a whole two-liter cola as a dare from another girl in her cabin. She didn't have time to use the toilets before they left camp. Edith had to hold all that soda for what felt like an hour on the bus. Thankfully, the girl sitting next to her also needed to use the bathroom and they helped each other through the situation by distracting one another. Edith made the mistake of making her partner laugh, though, which ended in her bus mate losing control before they got back home. Edith still felt bad about that whole scenario. The girl who wet herself never came back to Guides. Edith knocked on the door again. “Elias! I-I have to go really b-badly! Please... let me go pee!” She heard the sink and Elias pushed the door open. “God, you're so impatient!” he grumbled. Edith gave him a half smile and let herself into the dirty bathroom. She didn't want to sit on the seat, but she had no choice. Time was running out. Another tiny trickle escaped into her already soaked panties. She pulled down her shorts with some difficulty and sat down on the grimy toilet seat, feeling a hard rush of urine... fill her underwear. Edith gasped, realizing her mistake. There was no going back now. The Paul Frank money on the front of her panties was completely soaked through and she could feel pee sticking to her hot skin. She looked down at her shorts and realized that they were much wetter than expected. A large wet spot had gathered at the crotch and backside of her shorts. She swore she'd held most of it in! Edith wanted to cry. She couldn't go back to the car with wet shorts. Her heart was throbbing with anxiety. She finished peeing and went to the sink, trying to wash the urine out of her panties and shorts. The water was just making everything worse. She tried to blow dry her clothes in the push-button hand dryer, but it barely worked. Tears streamed down Edith's face. She would never hear the end of this from Elias and Esther. She pulled on her soaking panties and drenched denim shorts and made her way back to the car. “Edie, honey, are you okay?” Mom asked. Edith shook her head. “I... I had an accident,” she whispered. “We've got some clean clothes for you in the back of the car,” Mom replied. “Your brother and sister don't even have to know.” She handed Edith a backpack and sent her back to the bathroom. But before she could wander off, she heard Elias snickering. “Ha! Did you pee your pants, Edie? That's hilarious!” he laughed. Esther rolled down the window of the front seat. “Oh my gosh, you peed your pants?! Are you, like five?!” Esther giggled mercilessly. Edith's lip quivered. She wanted to run away and cry, but she just stood there, trying to cover her soaked jeans.
  13. I have a younger sister. Kate is three years younger than me, and before you ask, no, we have never done anything sexual together. I am home on leave at the moment and Kate doesn't work so we got to hang with each other. I think she is quite jealous of my job and "all the foreign travel" as she puts it. Not that we get to see much, especially on short haul. I'm hoping long haul will give me a few stop overs though. So, this morning, Kate was asking about any scary experiences I might have had so I told her about running into some severe clear air turbulence once. She said "oh my God. I'd have wet myself". I just said "wetting yourself isn't that bad, Kate, in fact it can feel quite nice. I left the thought just hanging there. Here's the conversation that followed. "Have you done it...you know....wet yourself?" "yes...quite a few times actually. Have you? "er, not like that, you know, with pee...only with pussy juice when I'm horny." "peeing and horny can go together." (pause) (Kate) "I don't think I could do it, coz when I get wet I hav to masturbate." "silly...that's the point. You pee...it feels nice because it's....well...naughty, you know?" Looooong pause. (Kate) "I could pee right now." i got up, took her hand and led her into the garden. "It's always nicer outdoors." Kate squatted and lifted her skirt up round her waist. She couldn't pee, but one look at her panties showed me how horny she was. I told her to close her eyes, and imagine her dirtiest fantasy....peeing her panties....peeing on someone......them peeing on her....then, with a gentle sigh, she let go. I saw the blue material turn almost black as she flooded herself and a stream formed. I also noticed her nipples hard against her t shirt. Like me, she is an a cup and rarely bothers with a bra. when she had finished she was actually panting. I said "well, go on then. Finish yourself." She jammed her hand into her wet panties and I saw the drips as her hand moved. By now, sister or no sister, I was thoroughly creamed up and decided to masturbate with her. I looked at her, she looked at me and we both orgasmed together. Afterwards, we lay on the grass together and talked about our fetish. It's not for everyone, of course, and she needs to be careful who she shares it with...as do we all. this afternoon though, I've been thinking hard about what happened. Would I have touched her if she asked me to? I really don't know, but I think the answer is yes. Do I want to finger her? I wouldn't initiate it, but if she came on to me, yes, I would. One last thing. I really really want to take a pair of her dirty panties from the laundry, put them on and pee through them. Now, can anyone explain that?
  14. “Manny, Manny, get up! Sheila made pancakes!” Manny bit back a groan as his 6-year-old sister’s voice pulled him out of unsettled sleep. Groggy, he pushed the corners of his mouth upward. “OK, Livvy,” he croaked. “I’ll be out in a minute.” Olivia beamed and dashed back to the kitchen, satisfied in the way that only an adoring little sister could be with her 16-year-old brother’s sleepy response. With Olivia gone, Manny let out an exhausted growl. He reached for his phone: 7:46 AM. His alarm had been set for 8, which meant that Liv had effectively robbed him of 14 whole minutes of much-needed sleep. But staying with his sister mattered more than sleep… Dragging his feet slightly, Manny threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and shuffled out of his room. In the kitchen, Olivia was already stuffing a forkful of pancakes into her mouth. A curly-haired woman was in the process of setting another plateful at the table. She glanced up at Manny with a hesitant, unsure smile. Sheila Temple was a 35-year-old college professor. She was single and lived in a moderately-sized apartment. She loved her job. Though she liked kids, she’d never had a strong desire to marry or have children of her own. And, as of one week ago, she was the temporary caregiver of Manny and Olivia. Sheila’s sister, Sam, was a typically overburdened social worker. The city had too many children in need and too few foster and adoptive families. Sam had been assigned to Manny and Olivia’s case when a waitress had found them digging through a restaurant dumpster. The responding authorities, understandably, wouldn’t leave Olivia without shelter, and Manny, also understandably, wouldn’t leave his sister. No foster families had immediate space for two minors, and the nearby children’s homes weren’t set up to keep siblings with such a wide age discrepancy. “Please, Sheila,” Sam had begged on the phone. “Just for a little bit, while we find a more permanent place for them, track down extended family. You have a spare room, and you’re a professor of child development, for God’s sake!” Sheila hadn’t acquiesced easily. Yes, she had a PhD in child development, but she’d never been fully responsible for children on a day-to-day basis, much less children who (as she learned) had been chased out of their house by their drug-addicted father’s steak-knife-wielding girlfriend. Sheila was definitely not equipped to support that kind of traumatic experience. And yet here she was, setting a plate of pancakes on the kitchen table for a 16-year-old boy who had barely spoken to her for a week, but who clearly adored and would do anything for the 6-year-old girl sitting across from him. Olivia, at least, seemed to settle fairly well. Manny had obviously done a lot of work to make her feel safe, no matter where they were, so the little girl had taken him at his word when he promised that Sheila was nice and would take care of them. Sheila sighed quietly. Kids were easy, she thought. Teenagers were hard. Not that Manny was difficult, per se; Sheila just wasn’t sure how to interact with the young man. Today, however, that was on the agenda. It was Saturday, and Olivia was going to a Daisy Scout field trip for most of the day, so it would just be Manny and Sheila in the apartment. Manny had the barest of smiles on his face as he listened to his sister’s excited chatter, and Sheila couldn’t help but notice how wan he looked. Was he getting sick? The thought was interrupted by the buzz of the outer door chime. The local scout mother had arrived to pick up Liv. The girl squealed with excitement, wrapped her arms around Manny for a quick hug, then grabbed her jacket and followed Sheila outside. With his sister gone for the day and Sheila gone for a minute, Manny whined softly and rested his forehead in his hands. He was so tired. SO tired. Manny’s alarm hadn’t just been set for 8 o’clock. It had been set for 7, and 6, and every hour on the hour before that, just like he’d done all week. He couldn’t afford to let himself sleep, not in this nice place that was keeping his sister safe. If he slept, he’d wet the bed. Manny didn’t have a long history of bedwetting, but since everything that had happened over the past year with his father’s behavior and the new girlfriend and trying to keep Livvy safe, the stress had manifested into near-nightly issues. It was a big part of what had angered his dad’s girlfriend so much. He and Liv had only spent a couple of nights on the street before they’d been found, and he’d been so scared that he hadn’t slept those nights, anyway. Now, at Sheila’s, he wasn’t staying awake to protect his sister. Not directly, anyway. He was waking himself up every hour to go to the bathroom. He couldn’t wet the bed. 16-year-olds don’t wet the bed, and grown-ups who didn’t even want kids in the first place wouldn’t let bed-wetting 16-year-olds stick around, and that meant either being sent somewhere else – somewhere potentially less safe for Liv – or being separated from his sister entirely. Not an option. So Manny had diligently limited his liquid intake in the evenings and set his alarm for hourly intervals during the night. His system was working, and he hadn’t so much as leaked in bed. But interrupted sleep wasn’t good sleep, and now, Manny was beyond the point of exhaustion. He was so tired, he physically ached. It hurt to keep his eyes open, and he struggled to focus. As much as he hated being away from Liv, he was grateful for the possibility of a relatively quiet day. Maybe just the chance to be quiet and relax would help him feel more rested. Sighing, Manny poured himself a third glass of orange juice from the carafe on the table. Since he stopped drinking long before he went to bed, he’d been waking up very thirsty, and besides, he thought that being full of liquid helped him stay awake during the day. With Olivia safely deposited in the scout mother’s car, Sheila returned to the apartment. She furrowed her brow seeing Manny slumped at the table. “Hey, Manny?” she called gently as she started to clear the table from breakfast. “Are you feeling OK?” “Yes, ma’am,” Manny answered, but his voice was low and scratchy. Sheila looked skeptical, but she didn’t feel like she was in a position to question the boy. She knew she wasn’t a “real mom” or even a foster parent, and anyway, Manny acted a lot older than his 16 years most of the time. He had to, Sheila supposed. Still, she thought she’d at least let Manny know that she didn’t expect anything of him. “Are you sure?” she pressed hesitantly. “You don’t have anything to do today, you know. Why don’t you go back to bed and get some rest?” Manny shuddered at this suggestion and sat up straighter, trying to falsely convey that he wasn’t actually tired. “No, I’m fine,” he insisted. “I thought I’d catch up on some homework.” Unconvinced by the teen’s claim, Sheila nodded nevertheless. “OK. I’ll just be grading papers on the couch if you need me.” She wanted to do more for Manny, she really did. Sheila just had no idea what he wanted or needed, besides the obvious desire to protect his little sister. She did notice that he seemed to like the orange juice, so she refilled the carafe and set it on the table in front of him before going into the living room. Manny collected his schoolwork from the kitchen counter. He valued his education, so he didn’t want the changes of the past few weeks to affect his grades. He had a few chapters to read for his English class and a problem set for algebra to work on, so he settled in at the table got to work. Or tried to get to work. Manny liked English and didn’t automatically dismiss classic novels as “boring,” but the environmental descriptions in Wuthering Heights were difficult to follow in his current, sleep-deprived state. After a half hour of barely making any progress, Manny shook his head in frustration and decided to switch to math. As he closed the novel, he noticed that his bladder was filling. He glanced at his orange juice glass, empty again after his fourth serving. Manny checked his phone; it was just past 9 AM. He decided to work on a few math problems before taking a break. Between the switch in subjects and the mild signals from his bladder, he was feeling more awake, anyway. Manny finished the first two problems in reasonable time and felt a bit better about himself. See? He was fine. He could handle taking care of his sister while still keeping up in school. And keeping the sheets dry in a stranger’s home. It was now almost 9:30, and the third problem was quite a bit more complex. Manny’s attention drifted a bit as he got stuck on a tricky step. Catching himself, he shook his head emphatically, trying to shake off the demanding claws of sleep. He stared again at his worksheet, but the numbers blurred in front of him… …he was breathing easy. It was quiet, the kind of peaceful quiet that wasn’t broken by sirens or the groans of junkies. The colors were soft, and the air didn’t stink of mold and marijuana. It was warm. He was warm. His lap was warm… …it was the localized warmth that jerked Manny out of his unintentional doze. To his utmost horror, he had started to pee; warm liquid was trickling into his lap. Manny couldn’t hold back a strangled cry. He frantically clutched his dick and leapt up from the table. The noise startled Sheila from her grading in the living room. She looked up in time to see Manny hurrying from the kitchen, hand between his legs. She frowned, but didn’t immediately get up, assuming that Manny had just gotten too caught up in his work and hadn’t realized he had to go. In the hallway, Manny stumbled around a corner, bumping into the wall. He was trying to keep his hand gripped in his crotch, but he was still peeing, the wetness creeping down his leg. He lurched through the door of the bedroom, aiming for the bathroom, but his legs weren’t responding like he wanted them to. He felt like he was in a nightmare, the kind where you want to run, but your legs feel like lead. He was just feet from the toilet, but Manny’s exhausted mind and body were no longer working properly. He jerked his torso forward, but his legs seemed rooted to the spot. He could see the bathroom, but he was going on the bedroom floor, hot urine spilling past his ineffective grip. Head spinning, Manny started to cry. He couldn’t process what had just happened – what was still happening. He was still exhausted beyond comprehension. He hadn’t had the energy to get to the toilet, and he certainly didn’t have the mental capacity left to regulate his emotions in the face of such a failure. Back in the living room, Sheila was listening carefully. She was sure Manny had been running to the bathroom, but she hadn’t heard the door shut or the toilet flush. She stood hesitantly. Manny had looked ill; she hoped he hadn’t fallen or passed out. Torn between wanting to give the teen his privacy and her own concern, Sheila ultimately decided to get up and check on him. She still didn’t hear any obvious sounds coming from the bedroom, but as she rounded the corner, she saw Manny standing with his back to the bedroom door. He wasn’t making any noise, but he seemed to be shaking. Confused, Sheila crept closer. “Manny?” The teen inhaled shakily, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge her presence. Slowly, Sheila walked around in front of him. Her eyes widened. A huge, dark stain spread down the front of Manny’s jeans, and he stood in a small puddle that was soaking into the carpet. He look simultaneously blank and terrified, and his eyes were oddly unfocused. “Oh, honey,” Sheila breathed. It was the first time she’d ever used an endearment for him. “Did you have an accident?” Manny heard, but couldn’t answer. His vision swam, and he swayed on the spot. “Ooooh-kay,” Sheila reached toward him, grabbing his elbow. “Manny?” she tried to get his attention. “Let’s get you cleaned up, honey. It’s OK.” Keeping one hand on his back, Sheila guided Manny into the bathroom. Still unsteady, Manny made no move to start cleaning himself. “Manny?” Sheila repeated. She was starting to worry. “Manny, do you need my help?” Manny’s head jerked back as the implications of Sheila’s words were finally enough to catch his focus. “Nnn…” his throat hurt from tears and weariness, and words wouldn’t come right away. “N-no,” he finally stammered. “I can…” Sheila was more convinced than ever that Manny was sick. She’s make sure he got some rest as soon as he got changed. “OK, honey. I’ll grab you some dry clothes.” Manny braced himself against the sink while Sheila went to the dresser. His head hurt, and his mind was still dragging him forcefully into unconsciousness, but he couldn’t sleep. He had to clean up and clean the carpet, and even if he did allow himself to sleep, he had to make sure he peed first and then set his alarm so he didn’t sleep too long… Sheila was handing him sweatpants and underwear. Manny mumbled his thanks and shut the bathroom door to change. He cringed as he peeled off his drenched jeans and decided to take a quick shower, hoping that the water would both clean him and wake him up enough to clean his mess in the bedroom. He didn’t really feel any more awake after showering. If anything, the white noise of the water emphasized his desire to sleep. When he opened the bathroom door, he looked like a zombie shuffling into the bedroom. Seeing Manny’s blank, drawn look, Sheila reached for him. “Come on, Manny,” she pleaded, pulling him toward the bed. “You need some rest, honey, you’ll feel better.” Manny groaned unintelligibly. He couldn’t sleep. He had to clean up and he didn’t have his phone with him to set his alarm… “Yes, honey, it’s OK,” Sheila soothed, gently yet firmly guiding Manny into bed. “You’re safe, just get some rest.” Completely broken, Manny started to cry. He needed to set his alarm, he couldn’t just… “Shhh,” Sheila whispered, running her fingers through Manny’s hair as she eased his head onto the pillow. Her heart ached for the poor, sick boy. Manny’s mind struggled to grasp the last vestiges of awareness. He had to…he needed… But a whole week of only interrupted sleep was far too much to overcome, and Manny was out within seconds of his head hitting the pillow. Sheila stayed for a few minutes, stroking his hair and murmuring softly. When she was satisfied that the teen was resting, she cautiously stood, taking a deep breath. Even in sleep, Manny looked uneasy. Sheila hoped that he would get some good rest and feel better when he woke up. In the meantime, she grabbed some baking soda to spread on the wet stain on the carpet. She’d worry about vacuuming it up later. Before leaving the room, Sheila watched Manny, still concerned. In the few minutes he’d been asleep, he’d automatically curled to one side of his bed, nearly pressed into the wall. For protection or to try to disappear? Sheila wasn’t sure, but it was painful to see. *** To Sheila’s relief, Manny slept for hours. When Olivia returned around 3:30 that afternoon, Manny was still out. Sheila hushed the 6-year-old and explained that her brother wasn’t feeling well, so he was taking a nap. Liv nodded sagely and settled at the coffee table in the living room to color quietly. Just before 4 o’clock, Sheila heard noises from Manny’s room. “Oh! Sounds like your brother’s awake!” she whispered cheerfully to Olivia. Liv beamed and bounced to her feet, skipping in front of Sheila as they headed toward Manny’s bedroom. “Manny!” Liv shouted joyfully, not bothering to knock before barging into the room. Sheila smiled, following, but stopped short as soon as she walked through the door. Manny was standing a few feet back from his bed, a wild look in his eyes and yet another huge, dark patch of wetness down the front of his pants. Before Sheila even had time to process the scene, Olivia had thrown herself in front of her brother, hand out as if to protect him from Sheila. “He didn’t mean it!” she cried, her young voice anxious. “It was a accident!!” Sheila froze, not wanting to seem confrontational. She automatically held her hands up, placating. “He didn’t mean it!” Liv repeated, eyes wide. Behind her, Manny was breathing hard, but he instinctively wrapped an arm around his little sister. Slowly, tentatively, Sheila started to walk toward the siblings. “I know, honey,” she murmured to Olivia. The kindergartner drew back slightly. “Don’t make him leave,” she whispered. Sheila felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. Keeping her hands out, she knelt in front of the pair, locking eyes with the little girl. “Liv,” she began, gentle but serious. “Sweetheart, I won’t do that.” Olivia furrowed her brow, unsure. Sheila didn’t look up at Manny, but she saw his hand tighten on his sister’s shoulder. “I promise, Liv,” Sheila insisted. “I know Manny didn’t mean it, and I would never make him leave – or you – for having an accident.” “I can clean up,” Liv said softly, still nervous. “We’ll make it better.” “Oh, honey,” Sheila smiled sadly. “You don’t have to clean up. I’m not mad, sweetheart, I promise. Everything is fine.” Olivia reached up and grabbed her brother’s hand, instinct driving her to stay close to him. “We’ll fix it…” she whispered. “Liv?” Sheila shook her head. “You don’t have to fix anything. I promise. It’s OK.” Sheila inhaled, knowing that her next request would take a bit of convincing. “I just need to talk to Manny for a little bit, OK?” Sure enough, Olivia frowned, pressing back against her brother. “I’m not mad, Liv, I’m not even a little bit mad,” Sheila promised, “and Manny’s not in trouble. I just need to talk to him to make sure he’s OK and see what I can do to help. OK?” Olivia liked Sheila; Sheila had been nice to her. She wanted to believe the nice woman, but she looked up at Manny for reassurance. Ever conscious of protecting his sister, Manny attempted a smile and nodded. It’s not that he completely trusted Sheila; he just thought that he deserved any consequences, not Olivia. So if Sheila wanted him alone, she’d get him. With Manny’s permission, Liv stepped forward. Sheila smiled encouragingly. “Go finish coloring,” she suggested. “You can show Manny your pretty picture when you’re done.” Like most 6-year-olds, Olivia brightened at this prospect. She nodded happily, hugged her brother one last time, and ran from the room. Gathering her thoughts, Sheila turned back to the wet teen standing in front of her. He was shaking so badly, she could see his t-shirt fluttering around his thin body. “Manny,” she began, trying to put every ounce of sympathy and reassurance into her voice. “I promise I’m not mad, I promise you’re not in trouble, and I promise,” she emphasized the word, “that I’m not sending you away or splitting up you and Liv. OK?” Manny’s lip trembled fiercely and he kept his eyes down, but after a moment, he nodded. “OK,” Sheila breathed. It was something. “Honey, I just want to help you. Are you sick?” Manny’s face crumpled even further. After another pause, he shook his head. At this point, he was quavering so much, Sheila was surprised she couldn’t hear his knees knocking together. “Manny, honey, let’s sit down,” she offered. She put her arm under his elbow and steered him down onto the bed. The wet stain was big, but confined to the half of the bed closest to the wall, where Manny had been curled up. “OK, honey,” Sheila said, sitting next to the boy. “I just want to help. Can you tell me what happened?” The silence seemed to stretch between them, but finally, Manny opened his mouth. “I-“ he stammered, he voice gravelly but quiet. “I tried.” “You tried?” Sheila echoed. “Tried what, honey?” Unbidden tears were leaking out of Manny’s eyes and streaming down his cheeks. “I tried not to,” he cried, almost pleadingly. Sheila pressed her lips together as Manny’s words sunk in. This had happened before. Happened often enough that he had made an effort to prevent it. Prevent it, how? “Manny…” Sheila murmured, trying to disguise her dismay. “Have you not been sleeping, honey?” “I…” Manny could barely control his mouth through all the shaking. “I didn’t want to wet the bed,” he whispered, deeply ashamed of having to say the words, but wanting Sheila to understand that he really had tried. Quickly, brokenly, he explained his system of setting his alarm and limiting his drinks, barely pausing for breath and not meeting Sheila’s eyes. And Sheila’s eyes showed the horror she felt at the lengths the teen had taken to keep himself from having an accident. No wonder he’d wet himself earlier; she was surprised he’d even managed to move on so little quality sleep. “…and I…” Manny’s voice was breaking again as his explanation tumbled out. “I didn’t want to make a mess and ruin your mattress and cost you money and make you mad.” Blinking, Sheila swallowed her awe at Manny’s tale. She fixated on a single comment. “OK, honey, first of all, you don’t have to worry about the mattresses,” she promised, trying to ease at least one of his fears. “All of my beds have mattress covers, even mine. That’s just good sense.” At this information, Manny finally looked up, questioning. “And second,” Sheila went on. “Honey, if you’re worried about wetting the bed, not sleeping isn’t the answer. You need your sleep. There are other options. We can get you things to help keep you dry.” Manny snorted reflexively. “Nobody gonna spend money on baby stuff for a grown boy,” he muttered. Sheila tilted her head sympathetically. “Is that what someone told you?” “Angelina,” Manny answered simply. His dad’s girlfriend. “Those things cost money.” Sheila refrained from making a sarcastic comment about the cost of heroin. “Well,” she said instead. “I happen to have plenty of money. Definitely enough to buy pull-ups for you. If that would help you sleep better,” she added. Slowly, nervously, Manny finally met Sheila’s eyes. He looked younger than she’d ever seen him look. “Really?” Sheila reached up and cupped the young man’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear with her thumb. “Yes, sweetheart. Whatever you need.” Biting his lip, Manny nodded repeatedly. If he couldn’t stop himself from wetting the bed, then surely the next best option was not making such a huge mess every night. Sheila smiled, relieved. “It’s settled then. I’ll go out and pick some up.” She rubbed Manny’s back, comforting. “And I might as well grab some dinner while I’m out. What do you feel like? Mexican? Chicken?” Slightly embarrassed by the positive outcome of the day’s events, Manny shrugged. “Whatever,” he murmured. Sheila stood, understanding that they’d probably reached their limit of conversation for now. Plus, Manny still had to change. “OK, honey. Why don’t you get cleaned up – I’ll change the sheets – and then come out and see your sister’s picture.” Still blushing, Manny nodded and scrambled to the dresser to grab some dry clothes before heading into the bathroom to change. Sheila efficiently stripped the bed, still in awe of what Manny had told her. She was furious at what he’d gone through and devastated at what he thought he had to do to keep himself and his sister safe. While she was loading the washing machine to clean the wet sheets, she heard Manny emerge from the bathroom and join his sister in the living room. Sheila closed the lid of the washing machine to start it and headed down the hallway to the sound of Olivia’s happy chatter. Rounding the corner, Sheila saw Manny kneeling next to his sister, his arm around her shoulder’s as the little girl pointed out her artistic products. Manny looked relaxed and completely engrossed with what Liv was saying. Sheila hung back, leaning against the wall and smiling. Maybe she could do this parenting thing after all.
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