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I have been turned on by desperation and accidents since I have understood what being turned on meant. I have had a few IRL desperation encounters; some genuine and some playing it up because they knew it turned me on and/or they were turned on by it. I have yet to witness an IRL accident though, save for one instance where it happened to my soon-to-be ex wife but I didn't see anything as she knows about my fetish but has never participated. This applies to both wetting and messing desperation and accidents. Also if it matters to anyone. I am a cisgender male and I have only ever dated cisgender females. I tagged everyone in this because I am curious if any of this applies to anyone and I wanted to be inclusive. All of that being said, the times I have witnessed the genuine desperation by that of a significant other, I wasn't turned on by it in the moment. Seeing someone I care deeply about being in a genuinely stressful situation that could turn into public humiliation/embarrassment made me just want to help them not have an actual accident. Full transparency, after the fact either during masturbation session or during sex, my imagination goes a wild with the situation embellishing details to create a scenario in which I would be turned on. I have had a few past relationships where my significant others would play up their desperation. I have had a few pee in the toilet in front of me just because and one poop in the toilet in front of me out of desperation. It has been fun for them to play up the desperation because they were enjoying it. I feel like if they are genuinely desperate, aren't into playing it up, and are genuinely distressed and aren't okay with having an accident, I can't be turned on by it. I am curious if any others have felt the same way with how having this fetish is kind of a delicate balance in that sense. And this extends even beyond just a significant other. I mean I have seen people desperate for a bathroom in public that I didn't know and couldn't be turned on because of the genuine fear they were experiencing. Oddly though, the recounting of such stories do turn me on like reading desperation accident stories on Toiletstool and the like because at that point the person is willing to share the story. At that point, it feels like they are okay afterward and by proxy me being turned on by it (with imaginative embellishment) takes out the genuine stress they were feeling while it happened. This is all very complicated but the question is. Has anyone not gotten turned on by genuine desperation and/or a public accident IRL essentially because you felt bad for the person in that moment? Thanks and I look forward to your replies!

A hypnosis based story focusing on heavy humiliation/degredation/emasculation, with lots of bedwetting and fear/stress/submissive wetting based on an adoptable i bought a while ago. The kind of hypnosis focused on repetition. Very little introduction, just straight into it. This is my first time posting anything I've written, i hope you like it 👉👈 Please excuse any spelling mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker. -------------------- Part 1. When he'd said yes to this, Travis had been sure it was fake. He'd maybe been a bit mean, poking fun at his new roommate for believing so sincerely in something like hypnosis, not to mentioned he believed he could actually do it himself, too. He had laughed when Joss challanged him to let himself be hypnotize, agreeing immiditaly, feeling totally secure and not afraid to put his money where his mouth was. He wasn't laughing now, however. His eyes followed the mesmerizing swing of the eccentric looking pocketwatch joss was swaying infront of him. He distantly heard Joss's voice, saying something about relaxing, about focusing on the watch. He'd been saying that for a while, atleast that's what Travis thought. How much time had passed actually? He didn't know, and he couldn't bring himself to worry about it. His mind was far to full of a distant voice belonging to someone he no longer remembered, and the side to side swinging of the pocket watch. Maybe it was no one elses voice at all, but merely his own thoughts. "You", said the voice. "Are a bedwetter". Shock ran through him. No, that wasn't true, why would would anyone think that? "Thats right. You are a bedwetter. You just don't wake up when you have to pee at night. No, you simply pee in your bed, sleeping peacefully and undisturbed. Yes.. and it happens every night. Every night you brush your teeth, put on your pjamas, get in bed, and drift off to sleep. Then, when you wake up in the morning, your bed is wet. You... are a bedwetter" A deep embarrassment filled him at the tought of it. It was not true. Ok, the part about brushing his teeth was true, and the part about putting on his pj's... but he didn't wet the bed! "You're embarrassed, arn't you? Yes, of course. Wetting the bed at your age? Of course you're embarrassed. Most people stop wetting the bed by the time they are 5 years old, and here you are, a fully grown adult, still peeing yourself every night" Shame burned inside him. Just as the voice said, he was embarrassed. A distant memory from when he was a child floated across his mind. A memory of waking up in soaked sheets, the feeling of devistation when he realized he'd had another accident, knowing he was too old for this. That was so long ago...wait, was it long ago? Was he even a child in that memory? "That's right. You're a bedwetter. And you know what that means, don't you? You will wet the bed again. When you go to sleep tonight, you will wake up wet. And the night after that, and the night after that. Every night, for the rest of your life. It doesn't matter that you're embarrassed, it doesn't matter how much you dont want it to happen. You're just a helpless bedwetter, you have no control" He felt that feeling of wrongness, of resistance. He didn't want to wet his bed... but that didn't matter, he realized. He couldn't choose whether or not he wet the bed... he had no controll. "That's right, you have no choice. What you want doesn't matter, you can't help it. When you fall asleep, you wake up wet, it's inevitable. You're too pathetic to do anything about it. You have no control" That memory wafted through his mind again, and indeed, he was no child. He was an adult, waking up in a wet bed. He unconciously swallowed around the lump in his throat. How could he still be wetting his bed, even at 22 years old? He felt so humiluated, coming to the realization that it would always be like this. There was nothing he could do... he couldn't do anything about it. "You know what else is embarrassing? You pee yourself when you're nervous" Another wave of shock shot through him. That defenetly wasn't true. He did not wet himself while he was awake. "Yes, yes you do. You feel it right now, don't you? When you're stressed it's like your bladder shrinks to half it's size. You're a weak little man, you can't defend yourself, you can't handle stressful situations... all you can do is pee your pants to show how pathetic you are, and hope someone takes pity on you" That thought was terrifying. Being forced to humiliate himself like that because he was weak and helpless... His bladder felt full, but for the life of him there was nothing he could do to focus on it. The swaying of the watch was all he could really register. "You don't want that, do you? You don't want to piss your pants. But that doesn't matter. You're weak, you're pathetic, you have no way to defend yourself from anyone. It doesn't matter how much you don't want to, you have no control. You're too scared, too insecure, too nervous. You wet yourself when you're nervous, you know you do". If he had been more concious, maybe he would have noticed his seat grow warm and wet, or heard the splattering on the floor, but he didn't. There was only an eccentric looking pocket watch, swinging soothingly from side to side. "Well now.... you see? You've wet yourself", the voice pointed out for him. Any doubts in his mind got drowned out by shame when he realized the voice was right. Despite his blank expression in real life, his inner consciousness was writhing in shame. When had it happened? Why? 'because you're a weakling, because you have no control', his subconscious whispered back at him. "It's to be expected. You're a bedwetter, it's not so strange you would wet yourself while awake too. Stressful situations are just too much for you. You have no control" It did make sense. He didn't like it, but it did make sense. "Good" the voice praised him, drawn out and pleased. "You understand. Now you say it" He didn't really understand. Say it? He wasn't sure he remebered how to speak. "Say it. You're a bedwetter. Even though you're an adult, you wet the bed every night" "Im... a bedwetter" he mumbled out, surpring himself. "Even though I'm an adult... i wet the bed... every night" "That's right" it praised again. "And you wet your pants when you're nervous. Stressful feelings are too much for a bedwetter like you, and it makes you piss yourself. Come on, say it" "I wet my pants... when I'm nenervous", He repeated carefully. The voice was quiet, waiting patiently for him to continue. The puddle he was sitting in reminded him it was all true. "It's overwhelming...and it makes me... pee myself..." "Very good. That's right. And how do you feel about that?" "...it's embarrassing..." he awnsered, his voice thin and fragile. He didn't want to wet himself. He was 22 years old! "But there's nothing you can do, is there?" "...no, there's nothing i can do" There it was. The deal was sealed. He had admitted it himself, and it would now be reality. To be continued. ----------------- If anyone reads this, please tell me what you think... this is purely self indulgent, but i hope it scratches the itch for some of you, too.

Western vtuber Filian just ended a punishment stream from a YLYL challenge where she did an endurance stream after taking laxatives. About 1 hour 56 minutes into the stream, she's playing a horror game and gets jumpscared. After her massive freak out, you can see her freeze in place and reach her hand behind her butt for a couple of seconds before saying, "I gotta go," to her chat and ending the stream. https://www.twitch.tv/filian/clip/AstuteReliableFlamingoHeyGuys-3mrLkgxT0kzql0-V

I needed another writing project to kickstart my creativity, mix things up a little, and fate delivered me a rather interesting idea that, surprisingly, I didn't really find much of elsewhere. Have some interesting ideas I wanna try out, so hopefully those are entertaining enough to give a read! And since it came up last time I started a new story, no, I'm not stopping work on The Flowering Knights. Quite contrary, I have plans for a sequel or two, coming up (hopefully) soon! Rescheduling should allow me to keep up a fairly consistent rate on both stories going forward, so I'll do my best to keep things rocking and rolling. For this bizarre idea, well...it may have a bit less on the diaper content than what I usually write here at first (with plenty to follow!), but I promise I'm going somewhere with it and it'll pay off after some setup. As always, thank you for taking the time to read, and please enjoy! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER 1 - The Crab and Its Mother The show always started with the same announcement, but it never failed put a genuine smile on the face of everyone present in anticipation of what would be a highlight of their year. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls: Fazbear Entertainment would like you put your hands together for the one - the ONLY - Freddy Fazbear!” Like clockwork, the elevator would then reach the top of the stage, revealing the towering four animatronics that – somewhat literally – leapt into song. It was an immediate, certified bop that had the crowd cheering, men and women, boys and girls alike enamored with this robotic rockband. Everyone knew who they were and almost everyone had heard them perform at least once before, but it never made any difference: they were a timeless classic, and you couldn’t help but love them every time. “They were a bit clunkier back in our day, huh?” Dylan playfully nudged his girlfriend in the arm, and she brushed him off with a distracted laugh, almost spilling her drink in the process. Sarah was ditzy like that, but it was part of her appeal. He couldn’t help but laugh in return, enjoying the show and her reactions to it. Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex: there wasn’t anywhere else in the world that brought so many different people together. There were kids, teens, adults from their twenties all the way to grandparents, and they’d all come here tonight to see the iconic animatronics perform. Even in the time Dylan had been alive they had progressed so far: when he was a kid, they were basically just a recording and speaker inside a moveable, mechanical skeleton, with a plastic shell to look like an animal around it. Basic stuff, and when you were a dumb kid it didn’t matter. But now? These things were AI, actual learning machines that could interact with people all throughout the Pizzaplex. Heck, they’d even learned – actually learned – how to play in a rockband! And it wasn’t just some poor recording, either: as he watched Chica shred on her guitar in a way he’d never heard before for this song, a deafening roar came up from the people listening. He smiled and gave a short round of applause, impressed. Sarah shook her head and kept clapping. “Oh my God! I didn’t even know she could do that! That’s sooooo cool!” “Yeah, that’s the power of technology I guess,” Dylan scooched his seat a bit closer and put his arm around Sarah. “Once I finish my degree maybe I’ll program the next Glamrocks!” They shared a silly laugh. Dylan wasn’t going into programming, or even IT, for a career, but it was such an upbeat show that it was difficult to keep from simply being happy about, well, everything! Even having a horde of children milling about with their stupid observations, pointing and ear-grating noises couldn’t ruin the moment. Dylan sighed in contentment: tonight was going perfectly so far, and if it continued as he expected then he’d have one of the best nights of his life. An all-expenses paid trip to the Pizzaplex with his girlfriend, his little brother, all the passes they’d need for some based photos with the animatronics, maybe a corner to sneak away to and get lost for some funsies times before heading out for the night? Literally a dream come true. Granted, it required sticking with a batch of lame schoolkids for part of the day, plus the other random goofy boomerfolk that had gotten roped up into this media tour or whatever, and their crazed grandchildren, but Dylan could get through all that if it meant he and Sarah could have a good night. And potentially a better night, if he played his cards right. The thought made him grin to himself, enough so Sarah had to ask him what he was thinking about. He played it off cool, said something unimportant and went back to focusing. Chicks got crazy when they didn’t get a straight answer, and she’d probably get the message. Set her up so you two can knock it down tonight, he thought to himself. A few seconds later he stole a glance at her, and judging by the look on her distracted face she was probably connecting the dots, in a good way. Smooth moves, Dylan. Smooth moves. It was natural – they were in their twenties, they’d been dating for a few months and they were very much in love. Sure, she had her problems, but Dylan wasn’t perfect either, and he knew it. Was barely on his mind in the moment. The song ended with raucous applause, and the animatronics took up a group bow. Freddy Fazbear waved and held up the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Thank you so much for coming out tonight!” More cheering, to the point it was starting to get annoying to Dylan. Come on, just get on with the show already… “We’re really glad you could make it, and hope you’re having as much fun as we are. If you have any requests, you can upload them with the FazApp on your smart phones, and a lucky winner might just get their pick, played live!” At this, several people started pulling out their phones excitedly. Suddenly a man in the crowd, looking straight out of a few decades back, shouted up at the stage. “Got any David Bowie in those bear arms?” As a few of the adults snickered at this, Freddy looked over at the crocodile in the back. Monty, was his name? Dylan couldn’t remember, never really paid much attention to that one. The suave animatronic tipped his star-shaped sunglasses and nodded a few times. Freddy made what sounded like a mechanical chuckle. “I think we just might.” Within a few seconds the animatronics were jamming out again to a song Dylan had never heard before. He scowled – it wasn’t that the music was bad, and neither was the performance. If anything, he was impressed at the fact that the animatronics could not only take live requests, but could do so without the FazApp. That meant there wasn’t a staff team intervening or programming or remixing anything, and the band really was just doing it as they went. Maybe they had access to music files or something, or they’d been practicing it. Maybe it was a plant! Like that stuff they do in magic shows where they have someone in the audience that’s actually in on the whole thing, a performer’s trick. In the end it was still plain impressive, and when they were done with it he offered them a round of applause with everyone else. Freddy and the gang were really something, and they were making this the best date ever. The thing that grated on Dylan was some old fart trying to have his fifteen seconds of fame and then acting like he was enjoying the show when the animatronics stole the limelight again. He had half a mind to call the 1980s-looking middle-aged prick out for his goofy boomer wisecracks in the middle of the show, but decided against it. Sarah didn’t like it when he got like that with losers, no matter how annoying they were, and an argument with her was the last thing he needed tonight, especially in front of so many people. For hours Freddy and friends played, jamming away with practiced songs and taking a few requests as they went: some were originals from Fazbear Entertainment, others classics from various musical ages. They never took any of Dylan’s suggestions, something irritating but not really the end of the world. It was still a great show, one for the ages. Then there was the usual bustle of people trying to get some pictures and autographs with the animatronics, something people were shuffled away from, mainly due to their lack of passes. The massive showroom slowly emptied out as people went their separate ways, and the band bid their fans a good night with some snazzy waves or metal hand gestures before taking the elevator down the way they’d come. Dylan waved them off, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he’d be saying hello again. Unlike a bunch of the doofy folk present, he had all the slips he’d need to have a few selfies and a handshake with the famous robot rockband. “I guess we should go pick up the gremlins first, huh?” Dylan turned to Sarah. She scowled and soft-punched him in the arm, to which he stifled a yelp. “I told you not to call my sister a gremlin! And he’s your little brother, don’t be such an ass about it.” He rolled his eyes. They’d been over this before, he didn’t really mean it. He liked Matt, they had a good relationship and he was a good kid. Sarah’s little sister wasn’t so bad, either, if a little too headstrong for her own good at times. Still, they were kids, and constantly needing attention and getting in the way of him and Sarah: having a date night was nearly impossible with those two in the equation. Thankfully, there was a way to fix that. Both of them were friends with Ava, and Ava’s big brother was a nice guy. A couple tables over, Rick was babysitting the gremlin trio with the patience of someone that didn’t have any self-respect. Dylan didn’t hide his opinion of Rick, but Sarah was a girl and didn’t want to upset anyone, so he played nice and always said ‘thank you’ when Rick offered to make room for the two of them. As he and Sarah approached Matt came skipping up. “Did you see that?!” Matt was full of energy, practically bouncing out of his shoes, no doubt the effects of too much Fizzy Faz. “Sure did, bud.” Dylan ruffled his brother’s hair, smiling. “What was your favorite part?” Matt made an effort to explain it, but most of it was just sugar-infused rambling. A few chuckles later, Dylan simply offered, “Yeah, me too. Betcha can’t wait to get a pic, huh?” “Yup yup!” Yeah, he was hooked. That was good, the Pizzaplex wasn’t exactly a cheap place to visit all the time, so having it really count meant Dylan wouldn’t be getting roped into funding a trip here on his own anytime soon. Hopefully. The group exchanged some smalltalk, mainly keeping the kids focused and excited. Sarah did her usual fussing, asking everyone if they needed to go pee because once they started the backstage tour it’d be hard to find a bathroom, on and on. Matt made the embarrassing mistake of asking why, at which point Rick had to remind him that animatronics didn’t need bathrooms. A few minutes later, one of those rolling staffbots came up to them. “Hi. Backstage group tour starts in five minutes. Please come to the stage and have your backstage passes ready for verification.” Again, Sarah was the one leading the charge on making sure everyone had their little passes pocketed and on-hand, threatening that losing one might mean sitting out the tour. Once satisfied everyone was safe, she led the children towards the stage, by hand for the girls as Matt skipped not-too-far ahead. Rick stifled a laugh of satisfied amusement. “I’ve got to say, coming here was a good call. I don’t think they’ve had this much fun since that trip to the movies.” Dylan stifled a laugh of his own, this one rude. “What, the one with the scary movie where Ava peed her pants?” “No. The cartoon.” If Rick was irritated he was doing a good job of hiding it. The two didn’t say anything else until they got to the stage. Dylan spotted that 80s guy from earlier walking away with what was probably his wife. Something was said about the Daycare, and that reminded Dylan that there were a bunch of schoolkids on tour here, too. Most of them weren’t allowed to see the show, and got stuck in the Daycare for the time being. Supposedly, there were concerns from some parents that the animatronics would be traumatizing or give their kids nightmares, and so the compromise was reached by the school shortly before the trip was approved. But there were still a few young teens that were present, guided by Mr. Johnson himself. Dylan hadn’t liked Mr. Johnson much back in the day, and the man still seemed like that type of done-with-this-shit teacher he had been for years. Oh well, wasn’t Dylan’s problem anymore. Once the group of them were assembled the staffbot did what looked like a headcount. “Backstage tour will begin momentarily. Please ask any questions you may have.” Sarah raised her hand. “I thought we were going backstage?” She pointed to a nearby door labeled backstage: staff only. “Is the tour updated?” The staffbot looked like it almost lost balance at this question, something that immediately embarrassed Dylan. Really, Sarah? In front of all these strangers? “Backstage tour proceeding as programmed,” the staffbot answered. “Please ask any questions you may have.” Sarah shrugged this off, and Dylan made an effort to not facepalm. Obviously the bots knew what they were doing. Besides, it wasn’t like Fazbear Entertainment would let them just wander around the Pizzaplex unsupervised, getting lost in its backrooms like some stupid creepypasta. A couple of the other people had some equally silly questions, including some girl that looked like she was addicted to social media and her phone. To Dylan’s surprise, the staffbot didn’t ask her to put it away. He could have sworn he remembered the staffbots being fussy about people taking pictures, something about how the flash could mess with the animatronics’ eyes, or some other weird tech reason. Maybe that was changed along with whatever tours used to be like. Regardless, it meant they’d get some neat opportunities for selfies. A single post with a Fazbear-shaped button was the only control shown on the elevator, and the staffbot pushed it with a simple motion. A safety fence encircled the elevator as it immediately began to descend at a reasonably slow pace. Glittering lights shown all around them, and as Dylan looked up he realized that it was a humongous holographic display of the rockband! There they all were, towering above the people that idolized them: Freddy Fazbear, the face of the franchise and the singer everyone adored. Chica, jamming away on her holographic guitar. Roxanne, playing her weird keyboard/guitar hybrid thingy. Monty or whatever his name was, on his guitar. It was a really cool show, and Dylan was almost sad he was viewing it from right underneath, instead of where he could see them front and center. Until his eyes drifted between Chica’s legs and got a solid view of her robot ass. For some reason he couldn’t describe his eyes immediately fixated, some instinct kicking in. He had to force his eyes away by turning his head back, hoping to look up at the ceiling so far above, instead getting a look at Roxy’s ass. From there it was just a back and forth between the two, increasingly special thoughts filling his head as they went before they gently reached the bottom of the elevator ride, and the safety gate retracted. “This way,” the staffbot gently motored forward with a whirr sound. Dylan began to realize how different things looked down here: they’d just come from a large plaza with full colors, immaculate cleaning, bright lights, flashy music and pictures everywhere. Down here it was drab concrete and red lights, like they’d just gone into a nuclear silo or something. Chills ran up his spine for a moment, and he wasn’t certain if it was the mood and eerie, hollow sounds around his ears or Sarah deathgripping his hand and pulling close. She was practically jumping into his arms like a cartoon character, and his hand began to lose circulation, but Dylan didn’t dare stop. This was a dream come true! What guy didn’t want to put up a brave front for his girl? Proud, he continued forward after the staffbot along with the others. A weird feeling seemed to settle amidst everyone, cautious glances around as people seemed disoriented and confused at the sudden shift in mood. It was like they had left heaven and gone straight to hell. Or something. There was a crudely placed ramp leading directly to a garage door, with a sign next to it that said B2. The staffbot gently went into it. “We are now underneath the Pizzaplex. Please do not stray: guests are not allowed down here, and we do not wish to lose sight of you for legal reasons.” The following hallway was at least somewhat decent, with a laminated wood floor and simple brick walls. Kind of like a school, or something. It led straight ahead to another garage door-looking thing, and also broke to the right. When the staffbot hit the intersection it stopped, as if unsure of where to go. It took a minute for it to start moving forward again, bumping into the door a few seconds later. “This is Parts and Services,” it replied, its voice going a bit goofy. “Freddy and tHe GaNg can come here directly for some fit and polish after a hard day of performing. Due to a hazardous work ENViRONment, we will not be vIsiting without the neceSSary perSONal protective eQUIPment, or PPE, mandated undeR federal law 49 Forty-Nine CFR One-Seven-Two point Seven-Zero-Four.” “That’s a weird fact for the tour,” Dylan grumbled. He felt Sarah’s hand somehow tighten around his own. “Dylan, I’m getting scared.” He tried to pat her reassuringly. “It’s all good, babe. I’m here, we’ll be okay.” She seemed to lighten up a bit, and his hand thanked him for a small amount of bloodflow back. The staffbot turned around, going back the way it had come. When it reached the intersection it turned left and halted again. “This path leads to-” it stopped midsentence, making some computerized garble sounds before nearly falling backwards, then accelerating like a bullet and smashing face-first into the wall with a comedic bronk sound, flopping backwards and making a sound like powering down. Smoke emanated from its body and the smell of burning electronics filled the air. Several screams echoed throughout the enclosed space, and a few surprised cries came through as well. It took more than a few seconds to get everyone to calm down and stop freaking out. That one girl from earlier took a short video with her smartphone, and after a few seconds made a confused face. “That’s weird. I don’t have any service down here.” Concerningly, it seemed like a trend: no one had any signal in their current location. When one of the teens tried to head up to the Parts and Services doorway they were likewise unable to proceed. Some pounding did no good, and Mr. Johnson tried knocking on the door that returned to the elevator. No dice – they were stuck down here. “Okay,” Rick pointed down the hallway they hadn’t tried yet. “Only one way left to go.” “No way!” Ava grabbed his leg fearfully. “It’s dark and scary.” The man gave her a headpat and pulled out his smartphone. Dylan shook his head, “Dude, there’s no signal down here.” A light emanated from the smartphone, and Rick passed it to Ava, who practically snatched it from his hands. “Diodes don’t lose reception.” Reluctant to admit their moment of forgetfulness, soon everyone had assembled an array of flashlights. It wasn’t long before they were back in a concrete room of sorts, blocky pillars and barely any lighting present. This must have been the foundation of the building, eerie and with weird shadows at every corner. What lights there were were either red and barely helpful, or flickering and barely better than that. A small, electric cart was jammed in the corner without its key, and so the group proceeded slowly and carefully, huddled together for safety. A marking on the wall read B2-MAIN-COR-N2. “Dylan, Sarah, write that down,” Rick pointed it out. “Let’s keep track of where we go, in case we get lost.” “Are we lost?” Matt whispered worryingly up to Dylan. Dylan shook his head. “Nah, lil’ man: just strayin’ from the beaten path! It’s an adventure of a lifetime, right Sarah?” He turned to Sarah, who didn’t look the least bit convinced, but she forced an agreement for the sake of the kids present. They rapidly lost track of time, scouring around for a way out and checking for signal as they went. Everyone collectively spaced out more and more as they did, checking things over more and more carefully, like some secret passage would reveal itself. Rick seemed convinced there was more value in following the corridor, but was easily outvoted on blazing a trail through and potentially getting themselves lost further and further into the maze. Surely they were just as likely to have someone come check on them after they disappeared, and after the staffbot lost contact and powered down, right? “Hey, Sarah,” Dylan asked. She made a hmm? sound as he nudged her. “I’ve been thinkin’, since we’ve got the place to ourselves while we wait for a rescue, how about we-” There was a brief scream from nearby, causing him to immediately jump upright and spin around, heart pounding. In the confined space, finding the location was hard, but he recognized it as Matt’s and immediately took off after it. Rounding one corner rewarded him with the sight of his little brother, sitting down and backing away cautiously from a vent on the wall. The boy pointed and stammered, “D-did you see that? It’s in the vent! It’s there!” “What is? What was it?” Dylan asked. He sighed, trying not to freak out himself in front of Sarah. Whatever it had been must have scared the daylights out of Matt, as a noticeable wet patch was etched into his cargo shorts. “A little music man thingy! Like the DJ! He’s-” Matt started to hiccup, trying hard not to cry. “-missing teeth, and he had these-” “Oh, sweetie,” Sarah knelt down and hugged him, letting the kid bawl his eyes out into her bosom. “It’s okay, we’re here now.” She rocked him back and forth a bit as Dylan sighed again. “I know it’s scary for ya down here, but try and stay brave for me, okay?” he asked. Matt didn’t respond, so Dylan tried again. “Okay, look, no more splitting up. You’re sticking with me or Sarah, okay?” A muffled OHGKAIYE sound was all the confirmation he needed. After at least an hour and a half it was starting to look hopeless. Groups kept cycling back and forth between the locked doors they’d come from to the locked doors at the end of the concrete hallways, seemingly unable to get anywhere. No amount of pounding or pleading at the doors, no amount of trying to send text messages or phonecalls or even shouting for help seemed to do the trick. For all intents and purposes, they were stuck here. “What’s this lead to?” Rick asked someone in the distance. Mr. Johnson’s voice could be heard answering him, B2-ATR-COR-E. Rick made a thinking sound. “It’s gotta lead to the atrium, where we came from. Maybe one of those closed attractions on the side, from when we came in?” Dylan and Sarah approached, siblings in close tow. “And how would you remember something like that, huh?” “Just observant,” Rick shrugged. “Not like the other option is viable.” He nodded at the large door across from him, one with some kind of robotic head marking nearby that a group of teens were failing to open. “Gather everyone here and let’s see where it leads.” There was a frustrated sigh from that young woman from earlier, the one with the smartphone obsession. “Like, you know it’s shut tight too, don’t you? Already checked it.” After a few seconds of walking up to it, Rick squatted down and slid his fingers underneath, grunting as he brought it up a few inches. “Someone give me a hand,” he wheezed, and a few of the men moved in to help. Together, they were able to lift it up enough to fit through. The girl shrugged. “I just heard that from some other people, guess they were wrong.” “Not important,” Rick pointed down the short tunnel. It’s a new possibility, let’s see where it leads us.” After taking a brief moment to gather everyone together, the refugees continued on their perilous journey. Sarah sighed. “This is taking forever. I’m just glad we’re finally moving again. Anything that helps me get that song out of my head.” “What, one of the ones the animatronics played?” Rick asked. “Yeah, the one catchy one they did is really hard to not think about, you know?” “Oh, you mean the waltz?” Sarah made a confused sound, so Rick elaborated. “Maybe not a waltz, but it has the same beat to it.” He snapped his fingers, once low, then twice high, repeating over and over again. “It’s a classic pace for a waltz – a type of dance.” “Ohhhh, that’s why it’s so catchy!” Sarah giggled to herself. “Makes sense now.” Dylan was about to say something to cut Rick’s know-it-all explanations down a peg when they stopped suddenly. Mr. Johnson pointed ahead. “There! It’s a door, a normal one!” The door read staff only on it, but no one seemed to care. At this point they were ploughing ahead, desperate to get back above and into the normal Pizzaplex. Dylan was the first one up, storming up the stairs in an irritated mood. Getting trapped down below the first level was bad enough, then Rick was trying to act like some bigshot hero because he knew some stuff and now they were super late and he was missing out on time with Sarah? Yeah, screw that. The sooner he got up and out and things were settling down the sooner they could get back to normal, and he could hopefully salvage his date. There, up the winding staircase was another doorway. Practically ripping it open, he stepped out into the familiar sights and sounds of the atrium not far off, a map-board and some posters for attractions all around the pi- “Hi.” It was a loud and robotic greeting as something jammed right up into his face and knocked him backwards, right on his ass. Pain jolted up his spine as he landed right on a bone, winding him immediately. He felt something warm starting to pool underneath him, barely through the hurt of it all. Was it…blood? Something whizzed forward, shoving a piece of folded paper at his face. “Please take this map. Take a map.” Dylan slowly started to realize he wasn’t being attacked, instead having been sought after by a slightly-too-energetic map bot. A brief look down made him realize that he had not in fact been wounded, and was not bleeding. The sudden pain had just made him lose control and he’d pissed his pants. People came rushing up the stairs, confused and frightened about what had happened. “This stupid fuckin’ bot just attacked me, pushed me over.” Dylan growled, standing up and trying to act like nothing had happened, cheeks burning from embarrassment. He snatched the map angrily from its hands. Thankfully, people seemed too tired to make any fun of point it out or anything else, really. It was getting late, almost midnight by this point. “I think the shortest way out of here is back to the Daycare,” Mr. Johnson announced. “The others should still be around and we can all go our separate ways from there.” Mumbles of discontent were of no use, they all slowly made their way there. It was oddly empty in the Pizzaplex, a distinct lack of people aside from themselves and only the mundane routines of staffbots cleaning the floors and polishing attractions. Dylan was furious! One stupid thing after another, the whole night was basically ruined by this point. He wanted to kick something really hard, let out all the anger brewing inside of him. It wasn’t until Sarah gently held his hand that he had a stroke of relaxation. Maybe…maybe it was gonna be okay. She seemed genuinely concerned for his frame of mind, almost like she was worried he’d been hurt by the mapbot. The stress melted away and by the time they’d walked a room over he was in a much better mood. By the time they hit the daycare area he was startled to see that everyone was still here. The entire school tour, the parents, pretty much everyone that was a part of their little party group. Mrs. White approached in a kerfuffle. “Mr. Johnson! Where on Earth have you been?” He sighed. “Our tour guide had a malfunction, and we were trapped under the Pizzaplex with no signal. We only just now made it out, thanks to these young folk.” At this he indicated Dylan, Sarah and Rick, something that made Dylan beam with pride. He’d had a huge crush on Mrs. White way back in the day, and she still looked pretty great now. Granted, he had no intentions of cheating on Sarah, but it was nice to look good in front of one of your old teachers. “Oh goodness!” she threw her hands up in the air. “That must have been horrible! I’m so glad you’re back now. The Daycare attendant has been loathe to let us go without everyone being accounted for, and we didn’t want to take the bus back without you.” It was nice and all, but Dylan was fine with calling it quits for the night. Everyone else seemed about at their limit of ‘fun’ as well. An automated-sounding voice played over the loudspeakers. "Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is now closed. Initiating nighttime protocols." “Huh?” Mrs. White was frantic. “But we’re still in here!” In the distance Dylan could hear the Daycare attendant – a peppy jester animatronic named Sun – excitedly talking about staying up all night with the kids, cheering them up from whatever adult nonsense they were all too happy to ignore. Free sleepover with pizza and soft drinks? They were all in, of course. The adults in question, of course, were not so happy. Calls for speaking to management or calling the police came up, and it was starting to look like something of a riot might ensue. Moments before disaster, a calming, automated voice called to them from nearby. “Everyone, please! I beg of you to relax for a moment.” It was Freddy Fazbear himself, accompanied by his three bandmates! A wave of elation rushed through the people present. It wasn’t enough to stop the discontent, but it was at least something. “I…” Freddy started, scratching the back of his head. “Was unaware there were still guests in the Pizzaplex. What are you all doing here?” The teachers briefly explained their predicament. The animatronic bear looked thoughtful. “I see.” There was a long pause, uncomfortably long. “I am truly sorry. However…the Pizzaplex is under security lockdown for the night, and all of our staff have gone home for the night. You will not be able to leave until the lockdown ends.” “And how long will that be?” Mrs. White was doing her best not to blow a gasket. Freddy hesitated again. He sounded truly apologetic, actually contrite about the situation. “Normally, the doors would open at 6AM. Unfortunately, there is a special concert booked, and maintenance was intended to go throughout the week. We will not be open again until Saturday morning.” “What?!” He held up his hands. “Please, do not be alarmed! Our staffbots are still active and will do everything to make your stay as comfortable as possible, and Fazbear Entertainment will surely cover all the costs to make up for this unfortunate situation!” Mr. Johnson didn’t look happy, either. “Can’t we just call someone to unlock the doors?” Freddy blinked. “I have tried to contact the main office, but there is a connection error. I cannot get a hold of anyone.” A girl mentioned something nearby. “I tried calling outside the Pizzaplex, but it went right to voicemail and hung up on me. Oh, I’m Kayla, by the way.” Freddy looked back at the other animatronics. They looked blank, as if dreading something. Dylan wasn’t certain of what it was until Freddy looked back at them. “There may be a service issue present. If we cannot fix it, then you will be stuck here until the doors open again. I…” a sudden resolve went through the animatronic and he stood up straighter, closing his fists. “We will give you a vacation here until then, to make up for it. For all of you.” Mr. Johnson didn’t buy into it. “How? We’ll need food and a place to sleep and laundry and-” “Do not worry,” a sultry, electronic female voice cooed. It was Chica. “This location has stockpiled enough to keep you all safe and happy for a few days! Our friendly security staff can help- with any laundry, provisions or setup you need to have a Fazerrific stay here.” The teachers exchanged glances. “…I don’t think everyone is going to be happy about this-” “Please,” Freddy held up his hands. “We will do everything we can for you to keep you all safe.” Discontent was still there. Honestly, Dylan wasn’t even sure how much he had misheard, having kind of spaced out through a lot of it. It was foggy, and he wasn’t really certain of the details beyond the general gist of things. “Big brother?” Matt asked. “What did they mean?” Dylan looked down, then to Sarah, then back down at Matt. “Well…it means we’re going to have a bit of an unexpected vacation on our hands!” The boy frowned. “We are!” “Of course we are. We’re gonna spend five night’s at Freddy’s.”

"Nd2wee '' suddenly entered the notepad on my screen. No one knew why our point-of-sale (or pierce of shit as we employees called it) system had a notepad shared between both of the terminals in the store. At least none of the few colleagues, whom I'd shared the discovery of the function with, did. But it had quickly become a way for us to moan about customers, bosses or all the other small frustrations that build up working in the service industry's hell on earth that is a convenience store by a train station. I looked over at Freya, our newest hire, standing crossed legged at the other register waiting for the elderly man to finish counting his change so she could checkout the next person in the endless line that had been the focal point of our shift so far. "Me2" I typed back between scanning overpriced candy bars. -------- Normally weekend shifts were quiet enough for only 2 people to be on shifts. Normally we'd only be this busy on weekdays - and then only if the train schedule messed up. But not today, today we'd almost only been working the registers. I had a pretty slow hour alone before Freya's shift started but she hadn't been here for more than 15-20 minutes before the line formed, and we were still trying to get through it 5 hours later. My bladder was definitely starting to feel it. I glanced over at Freya again. She was finally able to move on to the next customer, but she was still standing with crossed legs. When in Rome I thought and crossed my legs as well easing a bit of the pressure on my bladder. Could I have waited? Sure. Was it nice to relieve a bit of pressure? Absolutely. Was it mostly so Freya wouldn't be embarrassed if she noticed I was standing normally? Yes. The menial task of checking people out quickly becomes mind numbing so the updates from Freya was a pleasant change of pace. Even if I felt more and more sorry for her with every "Hurry!" "Come on" and "Desp!" showing up in the notepad. Poor girl I thought. But I was starting to reach the same point. My bladder was nearing critical limits and I was really glad to already be crossing my legs. Waiting for the lady that had just paid to gather her thing I glanced over to Freya, and could see how restless her legs were. She was standing on one leg with the other wrapped around it, the foot shaking like a chihuahua. I was thanking my lucky stars that I had been working here long enough that my bladder was used to holding for a fairly long time, as our breaks relied on luls in the flow of customers and rarely came when they were scheduled. I couldn't help but think back to when I first started and came too close to accidents way too often. ------- After far far too long I could see the end of the line. "Thank God" I thought as the last guy stepped up to Freya's counter. I quickly turned around and undid my belt, as I had decided to let Freya go to the bathroom first. She was obviously more desperate than me and my apron would hide my undone belt. Luckily this lowered the pressure on my bladder a lot. "All the money in the register! Now!" I spun around and saw that the last customer had pulled out a gun and was aiming at Freya and then at me. "Yours as well!" Of fucking course. Of all days, it had to be today. It had to be one of those days. I quickly opened my till and started shoving notes and coins into a bag. Then a sort of tapping sound. "What's that noise!? The alarm?" Then Freya sheepishly spoke up. "I'm - peeing". I probably looked as surprised as the robber, and couldn't help myself from looking over at my poor colleague. She was. Her jeans were already mostly drenched, the tapping sound originating from the drops forming at her crotch and then hitting the linoleum floor. I was a bit taken aback by the size of the puddle forming underneath her, it looked like someone had knocked over a full mop bucket. "Eh okay then" the robber stammered. He obviously didn't believe her at first but after he glanced over the counter he was satisfied that she was truthful. I gently pushed Freya aside and emptied her till into my bag. She had been standing frozen in place the entire time even as pee had turned her jeans from light to dark blue behind her apron. Poor thing. I handed him the bag and turned to Freya. As automatic doors let the robber out, I guided Freya over to the kickstol and sat her down. Despite my bladders firm protest I knelt down to look her in the eyes. "You okay?" She nodded slightly even as tears started running down her cheeks. "I'll just close the store I'll be right back." I assured her and stood up. Perhaps a bit too quickly as a couple drops escaped into my panties. I grabbed the "closed because of robbery" signs from under the counter and pressed the silent alarm button on my way to the door. I entered my code into the keypad and turned the dial to close before sticking the sign on the large glass panel of the sliding door. Luckily the parking lot seemed pretty empty so maybe we wouldn't have to deal with illiterate customers knocking on the door despite the sign - again. I hadn't even made it back to the counter before Josh's number appeared on my phone. "Did you press the silent alarm?" "I did." "Why?" "Cause we got robbed." My delivery was completely deadpan. I know he had to double check but he sounded goddamn stupid from where we were standing. "I'll be right there." I knelt down by Freya again, her silent tears were still running down her cheeks every now and then. "Hey, we're both okay" I placed a hand on her shoulder. She nodded. I handed her some of the cheap thin napkins available from the counter. She dried her face, smudging her mascara even more, and I threw a bunch on the floor hoping it would soak up most of the puddle before anyone came. "We just have to wait for Josh and the cops to get here, then we can go home" I said partly to her to try to comfort her and partly to my bladder hoping to convince it to hold on for so long, even if I knew it was unlikely. "Listen, I really need to pee - can I leave you alone for a moment" She looked at me for a moment before shaking her head as tears started flowing again. "Alright I won't leave you alone" I tried to comfort her again while my bladder screamed at me. Even with my belt undone my jeans were squeezing it, and I had to open my jeans completely to give it a bit more space. It felt rock hard and I'm pretty sure I looked slightly pregnant with a bump like that. A knock on the glass door interrupted us. A couple of cops waved from the other side. They got here quickly, I thought, unsure what to make of it. The quicker all this was done the quicker we could leave, but without Josh here it fell on me to deal with them. I squeezed Freya's shoulder and walked over to the door, trying my best not to let my desperation show. I entered my code and unlocked the door. "You guys got robbed?" "Yeah that's us, cctv is in the office behind that door" I said pointing to the backroom, where the employee bathroom also connected to. So using that while the cops was here was out of the question. You can hear everything that happens in that bathroom when you're sitting in the backroom. One of the cops walked to the back and the other got out a notebook. "So what happened?" I hurried through explaining the robbery while trying to conceal how full my bladder was. It was probably a bit rambling due to how little of my focus was on his questions and how much was on the ocean in my bladder. How I wished I'd been behind the counter so I could cross my legs behind cover but in the end I had to do it infront of the cop. I tried to do it inconspicuously but I'm pretty sure he noticed. "She got anything to add?" He asked and pointed his pen at Freya "Doubt it, she's still pretty shaken up" Luckily Freya's position on the kickstol behind the counter and her apron hid all signs of her accident. He nodded and our attention was turned to the doors as Josh arrived. "You the boss?" the cop asked and Josh nodded. I took my change to retreat back behind the counter to support Freya and my aching bladder. It really helped that I could stand with crossed legs, potty dancing on the spot while Josh and the cop talked. Freya poked my leg and gestured for me to lean in closer to her. "Go Pee! I'll be fine!" she whispered,having apparently regained some composure. "I gotta piss like a racehorse! They'll all hear!" I whispered back as Josh and the cop join his colleague in the backroom. Luckily the CCTV system could only be in either playback or live mode so, figuring they were looking at the playback of the robbery, I could probably jam my hand into my crotch to help dam the flood. Now it was Freya's turn to be concerned for me as my potty dance continued in full force. Crossed legs, check, hand jammed between legs, check, bobbing up and down, check, the feeling that at any minute I'd spring a leak, possibly through my eyes; double check with chips on the side. "Can you hold it?" "Yeah I'm sure they're done in a second." My voice betrayed how uncertain I was about that statement, all I could do was hope and keep holding. And I was quickly running out of ways to keep back the flood. An involuntary noise alerted Freya when a couple drops escaped into my panties. Though I'm sure she'd figured it out when I dropped to my knees a second later, burying both hands between my thighs. Freya placed a hand on my shoulder, and whispered as low as possible. "It's not that bad" I looked at her puzzled. Was she implying what I thought she was? "You know, peeing" she continued forcing the words as tears gathered in her eyes. I didn't even have time to process her words before the door to the backroom opened up and the cops stepped out followed by Josh. I quickly got to my feet and started walking towards the backroom with Freya in hand. I noticed one of the cops whisper something to his colleague as he tried to point discreetly at Freya. He'd probably seen her accident on the playback. I wanted to go give him an earful and tell him off, but doing so would only mean I'd also pee myself - in front of everyone - so I gritted my teeth and hoped Freya at least hadn't noticed. "Alright girls I was thinking..." Josh turned to us before I cut him off. "No Josh. Stop. We're peeing and then we're going home!" I said and walked into the backroom. Josh could probably tell I was in no mood for any shenanigans as he didn't raise his normal fuss when I told him off. "Grab my bag" It probably ended up being more a command than a request but I had to hurry as my leaks were quickly going from drops to constant. Luckily with my pants already undone I could quickly pull them down along with my way-to-wet-for-comfort panties. I was peeing even before my butt hit the cold porcelain but I really didn't care. It felt too good to finally release the pressure that had built in my bladder. I didn't even care that Freya was standing less than two feet away looking rather awkward, at least not at first. But the loud hissing from my stream was definitely making this incredibly awkward for both of us. "I'm sorry it's not like I wanted to force you to witness this - I just- well - I was planning to go to the gym after our shift so I've packed some extra leggings and underwear - and " Still peeing and not really being able to find the words the embarrassment became very clear as I could feel my face getting red. Freya looked at me for a moment before starting to giggle. "I'd love to borrow them" she nodded, luckily understanding what I had been trying to get at. "But that still doesn't explain why I had to join you out here" Freya noted when she opened my bag. "Well - I - I REALLY didn't want to waste time having to close and lock the door." I admitted. "Understandable, you mind if I get changed, wet jeans aren't really comfortable?" "You're the one getting naked" I joked as my bladder finally reached empty and I could begin drying myself off. I couldn't help but to look over as Freya started undressing. As she kicked off her shoes I noticed that her socks were also wet and a bit of pee trickled out of her right shoe as it landed on its side. Her pants were still drenched so they clung to her legs and she really had to work to get them off. Wanting to give her some privacy I pulled up my panties, getting a real feel for how much I'd leaked, and pants. "I'll give you so privacy and wait outside" I said "Thanks" She nodded and hesitated to remove her underwear. "And thank you for everything today - you really helped." "Of course" I smiled back and flushed before walking back out to the backroom. In the end Josh gave us a couple of days off, the number for a crisis psychologist and swore to the both of us that none of our colleagues would know about Freya's accident, and before long we were heading out of the door, gave each other a hug and went home, finally done with the worst shift I've ever had working a service job.

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Hello everyone. This is my first attempt to write an story in English. Its an imaginary story, so let me know your thoughts. ...... Hi, I am Suparna from India. I am currently in the final year of the MBBS ( Doctor graduation course for Westerners ) course in the prestigious college in our country. This incident happened to me during my last final practical exam. For some context, the practical exam for mbbs is an extremely drawn out process. It starts in the morning with identification of some body parts relevant to the subject, then actually cutting into cadaver ( preserved dead bodies) to find out body parts, perform some procedures, and ends with viva. And this process goes for the whole day. At the Start of my final practical exam, I was wearing a pretty normal top, normal innerwear and a skin colour slaxx, I wanted to be comfortable for the upcoming day. I had my food, and hydrated myself, and went to the exam lab at 10am in the morning. All the procedures till viva took 3pm in the afternoon. And after that, I went to the line for viva. In the viva line, I am last in our batch ( the line order is alphabetical), so I was waiting at the end of the line, there were like 15 students before me. I brought out my notes, and started revising before the viva ( it is allowed ). During that, I had a little urge to pee, but I ignored it and focused on studying. I was super nervous about the viva, because the professor who was taking it was very senior surgeon. So I tried to ignore my urge, and concentrated. After nearly 40 mins, my turn came. I left my bag outside, and entered the room. The professor was sitting on the desk, kinda ready to leave as I was the last student. I stood in the middle of the room, and he asked me to come to the desk and sign the attendance sheet. After that, he said " Ok suparna right? Let's get this over with ..." And started asking me question related to the course, which I don't want to bore the readers with. But the gist was, they were hard, it was like he wanted to ask hard questions to end the session quickly. I could barely answer the first 2 questions, stumbled on the third one.. but 4,5,6 questions were totally clueless to me.. i was just fumbling... At that moment, due to the sheer nervousness, my urge to pee suddenly came back with 10 fold intensity. My bladder was full,and started hurting... I crossed my leg while facing the seventh question, which also I didn't knew the full answer. On the 9th question, i was bursting, both in pressure and shame of not being able to answer anything. Then came the 10th question, the question which I knew the answer, I tried to collect my thought, and tried to give the answer, but I realised what happened. In the second of concentration loss, my bladder gave up on me, and piss started rolling down, making a dark spot in my skin colour slaxx.... In front of this well known surgeon, I suddenly did not know what to do, covered my face, while I peed completely infront of him.. after 10 seconds of silence, the professor started laughing " you are such a nervous child, do you really think you can become a doctor in this situation? Tell me should I even pass you? " I was shut off my brain, nothing came to my mind, I just embarrassed myself in front of the surgeon, and now I might possibly fail the exam. I was stupendous... The professor said " Tell me should I pass you? U reek if piss now." I had some courage to say " Yes sir, I need to pass, my parents are believing in me." ....... I will tell the overly sexualise fantasy only someone comments that its okay to continue. Let me know the opinion. Thank you.

Hey folks! This is a follow-up to the historical fiction story I wrote earlier this month. I featured the characters from that story, but introduced some physicians who attempt to treat the family's bedwetting issues. I had a great time researching this and am so thankful to live in a time of modern medicine! This is a prequel save some minor events that take place after the first story. For the first story take a look here: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/91432-the-ealdormans-family-a-tale-of-wayward-herbcraft/#comment-2098726 -------- CW: Description of animal parts (organs, limbs, etc.) used for medieval oral medicines Aelfwynn giggled as she finished the final stitch in her brother’s gift. She knew that presenting it to him would conjure myriad feelings. Ceolwulf would be scornful at first but ultimately appreciative, just as she felt her own intentions behind making the linen nappy were both jocose and nurturing. Aelfwynn thought to herself, “If Ceolwulf can’t keep the ale from running right through him, this might as well keep his bed a little dry.” As she worked on the diaper, Aelfwynn reflected on the memories of struggle and backhanded camaraderie she shared with her brother. As young children, they seldom spared opportunities to chastise each other for their respective bladder woes. Although they both wet the bed almost every night until adolescence and could quietly empathize, they would often celebrate their own dry nights by teasing the other who wasn’t as fortunate. This ‘give and take’ (along with numerous accidents) persisted well into their young adulthood. The most embarrassing moment Aelfwynn recalled as she stitched was two years prior when she had foraged for herbs and mushrooms in the late Summer. She had been so exhausted from her poor sleep the night before that she set her basket down and sat against a tree for a quick nap. She stretched her legs out and placed her hands between them before letting the weight of her eyes drop. The sound of the river quickly soothed her into a pleasant sleep. After an indeterminable time, Aelfwynn arose and walked to the edge of the river. She knelt and placed both hands in the gently flowing stream. It felt so invigorating in the August heat. She then stood up, lifted her chemise and over dress with both hands and walked into the shallow water. Though she only walked in up to her ankles, she felt a coolness spread throughout her entire body. Although public bathing was not uncouth, she felt a strong urge to sit on the river bed with all of her clothes on. Facing downstream she sat on the riverbed and felt the unique sensation of her clothes absorbing the water. She found the spreading wetness around her lower half to be arousing as the river pushed against her lower back. Given how cool the water had felt initially, she was surprised that her groin and thighs felt warm, almost like- “Oh no,” Aelfwynn thought as her eyes popped open. She quickly removed her hands from her now wet crotch as if to catch herself from falling, even though she remained sitting against the tree. She didn’t need her hands to feel the dampness beneath her. “Oh no, no, no, no, NO!” she thought loudly to herself. Using both of her hands she stood up and felt the mixture of urine and soil from where she sat against her backside. She had soaked her dress down to the back of her calves. The front of her dress also displayed a telltale patch as the weight of her hands had pressed her dress into her crotch. She groaned as she angrily picked up her basket and turned to leave. As she turned in the direction of home, she suddenly came face to face with Ceolwulf. “BOO!” he said. Aelfwynn gave a start and released what must have been the last spurt of urine left in her bladder. “Mum’s looking for you,” Ceolwulf began. “What happened here?” he continued gesturing towards the wet patch on her groin. “Nothing”, Aelfwynn snarled as she marched past Ceolwulf, positioning her basket somewhat awkwardly behind her. “Did you squat and piss through your dress? Your bum is soaked!” Ceolwulf cackled. “Not another word!” Aelfwynn called as she walked on without turning to face him. 'Why is he like this?' Aelfwynn thought to herself. She never had this dynamic with her older sister. Cora always seemed so poised when handling her own bladder issues while offering patience in equal measure to her younger siblings. Aelfwynn knew Cora still grappled with shame, but couldn’t help envying the elder daughter’s ability to mask it with the utmost grace. Perhaps through mutual teasing, her and Ceolwulf had simply been trying to recover the self-respect that they lost and cautiously regained night after night. Thus, on the day her family was to meet the king, Aelfwynn’s inner child felt a pang of vindication as she hurled the diaper at Ceolwulf. She hadn’t expected her brother to be naked, but that just made her and Cora laugh harder as they scurried away from his window. Save their cloaks, the girls were already dressed for their visit to the mint. The horses were readied early, which allowed Bronwynn’s two sons to assist Ceolwulf with his sodden mattress as he groggily dressed himself. Cora felt a twinge of regret after taking part in Aelfwynn’s shaming of their younger brother. She knew that as the ealdorman’s son, he felt excessive pressure to dignify the family name and commit himself to a judicious public life. The prevailing hope was that he could succeed his father as a capable leader whose prowess would overshadow the family's hereditary condition. Cora felt especially sympathetic that her brother had experienced more unpleasantness at the hands of the local leeches than even she had. These physicians, whose common name referenced their hallmark remedy, were a wily, learned bunch from the nearby abbey. They were renowned for successfully treating patients with practices pioneered by the ancient Greeks and Romans along with what they called ‘the divine secrets of Byzantium’. Although some abbots would have been scandalized by the use of such practices, the head of the Warwick physicians saw no issue with newer ‘Christian studies of the humors.’ Cora never forgot the first time she met her first leech. She was 12 years old when her parents made the first of many desperate attempts to seek advanced remedies for her and her siblings’ bedwetting. “You see, sir, with relation to the humors women are colder and thus wetter, while men are warmer and often more dry. Study of the temperaments prove that women are more prone to infections of the urine and unable to retain their water,” the aging leech said facing the ealdorman. “May I ask, seeing as you have servants in the home, would you call your daughter a layabout?” Cora’s mother, Glyda, held a stony expression as she responded, “I make sure my daughter tends to all of her chores daily. She always helps with the other children as well, seldom with any prompting or complaining. Do you suppose it is our rearing that causes Cora’s bladder to fail at night?” “No, no, forgive me. I am sure she does everything she’s told,” the leech responded with an elongated ‘e’ at the beginning of ‘everything’ and an overzealous smile directed at Cora. “Never forget, however, that sloth does weaken the bladder. It can change the urine to an unhealthy color and impart a very peculiar flavor.” Cora had seen urine used to treat wounds, prepare leathers, and keep animals out of the garden, but she was absolutely perplexed and repulsed as the leech described urine’s relative flavors. “Well my advice then would be to avoid water before bed, no sour-tasting food or drink, and very little time immersed in water. Bathing with a warm, wet cloth is sufficient.” “What about swimming in the river?” Cora asked. “I love swimming with friends and it keeps us cool when we work outdoors.” “No more than five minutes of swimming each day. You see it’s not just women with cold and wet temperaments, but even fishermen display them as well. The water does something to your body, for it was writ by Galen himself.” Glyda seemed skeptical. “What about dandelion? My mother would give us dandelion tea to help void bad urine.” “Perhaps that is worth a try, but not too much, especially not before bed,” the doctor replied. “Oh and don’t forget Pliny’s powder as well.” The ealdorman made an affirming hum. “I know the stuff. My mother often prepared it for me as a child. I can’t say it did all that much. But it was easier to stomach than the goat bladder.” “Ah you must simply increase the amount then,” the doctor remarked. “Add a dash of powder to all of your children’s food and drink if you can afford it. You should see results in due course.” “Do you speak of charred swine?” Glyda asked. “You know of it? It’s truly remarkable! Pliny the Elder used it for those who cannot hold their urine, whether it be by day or by night. However, you must char the legs AND the claws. Grind them down and you have your cure.” “I’ll ask Bronwynn to send her boys to the woods. I’m sure they’ll fetch a boar before nightfall,” Glyda said as she left the room. Of course, whether they corresponded with such treatments or not, all of the ealdorman’s children had their share of dry spells. Sometimes they seemed like flukes that occurred well after treatments had been discontinued. Their mother Glyda continued to put faith in her mother’s remedies, which to the entire family seemed to be the most effective. However, of all the children Ceolwulf experienced dry nights the least. Although Aelfwynn seemed to struggle just as much, Ceolwulf’s condition was deemed worse. Since he was ‘wetter’ and ‘colder’ than men ought to be by the leeches’ standards, he was prescribed the most questionable treatment. “And how fresh must the brain be?” the ealdorman asked. “Very fresh, sir!” the young leech replied gleefully. “Sextus Placitus recommends that the hare’s brain still be warm when added to the wine. Once the brain cools, discard it and give the wine to the child.” Ceolwulf was nauseous just thinking about the process. He had helped prepare wild game to be used in the kitchen countless times, but he had always been taught that the brain was immediately discarded along with other entrails. The thought that wine would be tainted in such a way seemed too foul to comprehend. Cora remembers hearing the 14 year old Ceolwulf pleading with their parents, “I promise I’ll try harder to keep my bed dry. I’ll drink less during the day. I won’t swim anymore. I’ll even keep a cockerel in my room to wake me at all hours.” Both the ealdorman and Glyda rolled their eyes and sighed at this last suggestion. Cora, who even now at 18 years old was having her fair share of wet nights, intervened, “What if I drank it first, Ceolwulf? Would you feel better about trying it then?” She felt a nervous twinge in her bladder even though she had made the suggestion herself. Ceolwulf was in awe over Cora’s bold willingness to accept the leech’s treatment. Clearly scandalized Ceolwulf stammered, “Uh- I mean- that’s not- uh- I mean- no. No! I can do this. In fact, I’ll trap that hare and take it’s brain myself. No one in the room had anticipated Ceolwulf’s sudden determination and all but the leech doubted that he would follow through with his plan. “Splendid!” the leech exclaimed. “This heady brew will right your body, my boy. Trust me!” Before procuring the necessary ingredients, the young leech also insisted that Ceolwulf partake in a healing ritual. The leech turned to Cora, “My dear, would you please go to your stables and capture a dung beetle for me?” Cora seemed perplexed by the request and looked at both of her parents. They looked back at her and the ealdorman nodded silently. Cora sighed as she turned and left the room. Upon leaving the house, she felt another twinge in her bladder. She realized that what she thought was just nerves earlier had actually been a sign of desperation. Ever since her recent bout of ‘elfshot’* she found it very hard to hold for more than a few minutes after the first sign of desperation. With a task at hand, she didn’t want to tarry and quickened her pace to the stable. She stood between two horses and glanced around to make sure she was alone. Before she could fully assess her surroundings, her bladder gave out and a steady trickle of urine hit the straw-laden ground beneath her and gently splashed against her bare feet. Rather than squatting, Cora simply lifted her chemise and over dress to waist level so that the ensuing stream wouldn’t mark her clothes. She released a powerful stream for about 15 seconds when she suddenly heard the approach of a horse. As the stream became less intense she slowly lowered her dress and positioned her hips back so that most of what was left in her bladder landed at her feet, though the repositioning caused some warm rivulets to course down her legs. Cora put her hands on her hips as she saw Bronwynn’s eldest son, Ronan, dismount from his horse, clearly preoccupied with removing the small boar that seemed to have nearly fallen off in transit. Though it didn’t seem like he had seen her, Cora felt compelled to make her presence known, so she didn’t cause alarm if he were to turn and see her standing there. As she pushed out the last few spurts of urine onto her feet, she asked in an uncharacteristically curt tone, “Good hunt?” “Aye”, Ronan replied. “Barely had time to fasten the beast on before a couple hungry looking rogues came looking for a free meal.” As the last few drops escaped her, Cora replied, “I will offer my thanks to God for your safe return today.” “Thank you, m’lady. I do feel blessed to be back and still among the breathing.” Ronan replied as he removed the boar from the back of his horse and walked towards the back of the house where wild game was prepared. Cora noticed that the cloth between Ronan’s legs looked damp down past his knees, though she assumed that it was just excessive sweat. Once she regained focus she set about finding that beetle the leech had requested. After 10 minutes or so, Cora came back into the room with a small beetle in hand and gave it to the leech as Aelfwynn trotted in behind her. Having just seen Cora scrounging in the stables for a beetle, Aelfwynn thought this ritual would be something interesting to observe. “Thank you, Cora. Now please join hands together in prayer as the lord works through me.” Ceolwulf laid down on his bed, which smelled of both sage and urine, and the leech placed the tip of his ring finger upon his patient’s bladder. The leech closed his eyes and threw the dung beetle over his shoulder before uttering in a low, crescendoing voice: “Remedium facio ad vesicae defectum!” Everyone remained still for about 15 seconds, when the leech finally moved. “Now Ceolwulf,” the leech began, “you have a hare to find.” Cora wasn’t sure if she had actually planned on drinking any of what she felt to be a truly bizarre potion. She certainly hadn’t expected her encouraging words to work so well. After Glyda prepared the brew, Ceolwulf did not object or complain; he was very surprised that he managed to keep any of the wine down. Although the children had been privy to countless Saxon healing rituals before, the inclusion of the ‘communion wine’, as the family jokingly called it, was certainly different. What was even more surprising about the whole affair was Ceolwulf’s subsequent dry spell. 99 consecutive dry nights, the longest he had ever gone without wetting the bed up to that point. Ceolwulf teased Aelfwynn consistently for wetting the bed during his dry spell. However, she remained far less bothered than usual as she routinely rebutted, “You can keep your harebrained ideas to yourself”. Cora never knew why Ceolwulf started wetting the bed again, but she had a feeling that Aelfwynn (and maybe a pot of warm water) had something to do with it. “Did it fit?” Aelfwynn asked from atop her horse as Ceolwulf mounted his steed. “I have no cause to wear that thing” Ceolwulf muttered. Even Cora snickered at Ceolwulf’s prideful remark. The ealdorman shot her a look as he rode past them both. “We will keep ALL private matters out of earshot today. Do you understand?” “Yes, father,” the three adult children said hollowly. “Oh now don’t be sullen. This will be a day of jubilation and merrymaking, just with the utmost dignity and respect of course,” the ealdorman insisted. With that, the family and their escorts rode on to the royal mint. -------- Stay tuned for the actual sequel! *Elfshot is technically ureteric colic. Saxons believed it was the result of an arrow shot by elves into the groin of an unsuspecting human. This was apparently treated with magic charms. Here I am referring to a less severe urinary tract infection as ‘elfshot’. Sources: https://www.baus.org.uk/museum/80/the_dark_ages https://journals.sbmu.ac.ir/urolj/index.php/uj/article/view/2842/1005 https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4410439/ https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK540246/

View File how did u get into wetting ?(42) what kick started u into omorashi?school/party/girlfriend/scoolbully/online mistress/your crush/or did u get blackmailed ? Submitter robster67 Submitted 07/31/2023 Category Female  

Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)

View File Wetters 2.0(78) 20 mixed wettings to start a new folder(with titled screens 4 the one that moaned at me on the first folder☺️) Submitter robster67 Submitted 08/18/2023 Category Female  

I've heard people could wet from fear, seen it on tv, but never in person. Have you seen it or experienced this? I wanna know what happens cause that seems so random No need to go into details of what scared you, cause trauma and such, just saying you were scared is ok.

Wow, it's been a while. Some years ago, I began the adventures of these two young ladies and their bladder mishaps, but I never completed them. At long last, that is what I am attempting to do. And so, without further ado: Chapter 1 - An Introduction Specific tags: one-piece swimsuit, messing Angelica was surprised by the request her mom casually made while pressing the button on her phone to end the call. Not shocked, but it was nonetheless unexpected for a couple of reasons. “That was Jeanne. She needs someone to babysit Lily on Saturday afternoon. Do you think you could do it?” These were the reasons: first, Angelica never considered herself to be much of babysitting material. She had no younger siblings and was often the youngest in whatever group she found herself in, and so had never really interacted with kids much. But none of that mattered for the second reason: Lily was far too old for it to be considered “babysitting” at all. She raised an eyebrow and moved her lips to the side in an expression of “huh?” while asking, “Lily’s in high school, isn’t she? Isn’t that a little old to be babysat?” Her mom let out a little sigh and clarified. “Yes, yes, not really babysitting…fine. But Jeanne and Derek will be out at the doctor’s for the afternoon, and they don’t want Lily to be all alone at home during that time. Can you do it?” Angelica’s expression turned more placid as she thought for half a second before answering, “Sure, why not.” But her eyebrows immediately furrowed again as she remembered something else. “Wait a minute. Isn’t she the one who pees her pants all the time?” Try as she might, she couldn’t suppress a little snicker as she asked it. Angelica’s mother’s face darkened as she fixed her daughter with one of her Looks. The tone of her answer matched her expression. “She has a sympathetic spastic bladder. Don’t laugh about it. Can you imagine if it was you who had that condition?” “Yeah, I guess so.” Angelica looked away, feeling a little guilty. “Okay then. I’ll text Jeanne and let her know your answer. I can drop you off there and then she’ll bring you back here once she’s back from her appointment.” Angelica’s mom turned and walked down the hallway, texting with one hand. ~*~*~*~*~ It was about a quarter after one on Saturday when Angelica and her mom started the forty-minute drive out to Lily’s house. The drive was mostly free of conversation, as Angelica idly passed the time on her phone, texting and Instagramming. It was more out of boredom than anything else, and she found her mind wandering. How did her mom know Mrs., uh….Jeanne? Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know the family’s last name. Her mom met Jeanne through…the PTA? Was that it? Something like that. Angelica shifted in her seat and pushed a strand of brown hair behind her left ear. She had never been to Lily’s house before—in reality, the two barely knew each other. Her mom was friends with Lily’s mom, but the friendship didn’t extend to their daughters. But Lily’s family was pretty well off, from what she knew. They lived out in a rural location, but they had a neighborhood watch and an in-ground pool. Angelica wished she had put on her bathing suit under her T-shirt and faded jeans—it was great swimming weather, in the warm-but-not-too-hot mid-June, and what better way for two young girls to spend an afternoon together? Her mom interrupted into her thoughts to reiterate what she had already told Angelica before they left: “Now, remember, Ange, even though you’re doing a favor for them, you are still the Wellses’—” (aha! that was the name) “—guest. I want you to remember that. Be respectful of them and their home. Understood?” Angelica breathed in and raised her head a little, still looking at her phone. “Yeah, mom. You told me that before we left.” “Well, I want to make sure you understand it. This is your only chance to make a good first impression.” She gave her daughter a smile and turned her attention back to the road. A guest—that was probably the real reason why she hadn’t worn her bathing suit. She didn’t want to seem like she was disrespecting the Wellses by inviting herself to their pool—either to them or to her mom. Well. There would probably be other things she could find to do. The sun was making it hard to see her phone screen, so she turned off the screen and dropped it between her thighs, before leaning against the door and letting the light pour across her face. As they drove past miles and miles of woods, the sunlight flashed in and out through the trees like a strobe light. With her eyes closed, the pulsating was almost hypnotic, and her thoughts wandered again. So, Lily was maybe two or three years younger than she herself was. Was she into anything interesting? Angelica was almost done with Gone with the Wind and wondered about what kinds of books Lily liked…if any. Hopefully she wouldn’t want to spend the whole time just talking about boys. It might be fun for a little bit, but there’s only so long that kind of conversation could go on. And…then her thoughts went back to where they kept slipping back to: Lily’s issue with wetting her pants. She stifled a laugh again thinking about it. It just seemed so…ridiculous. That someone at her age wouldn’t just have an accident, but actually be accident prone. Sure, there was always the occasional middle schooler or even high schooler that would pee themselves on a class trip, or during a test…but those incidents were rare enough that they would become the thing of legend for a few weeks or so, drifting on the winds of school gossip. But an ongoing issue? That was crazy. Had she just never been potty trained properly? Angelica couldn’t even remember the last time she had had an accident. Well, other than the one time in middle school at the Davises’ house, but she didn’t want to think about that. What had her mom called it? “Sympathetic spastic bladder.” Sympathetic. Kind of like sympathetic vomiting? Or pain? So…did that mean that if someone else needed to pee, it made her need to pee too? That was the best she could figure. But that seemed pretty common. Doesn’t that kind of thing happen to most people? Lily’s condition must just be a lot more severe. It must be, if she actually had wetting accidents from it. Man, that must be crazy. Angelica tilted her head back and tried to imagine what that must be like: bladder twitching and contracting, shifting from leg to leg, squeezing your thighs together hard to keep the flood inside…but then feeling yourself lose control, and pee flow out of you, despite your best efforts, all across your crotch and down your legs…as if on cue, Angelica’s own bladder gave an involuntary twitch and she took a quick intake of breath. Thankfully, she didn’t need to pee right now, but oh my goodness. She couldn’t even imagine how mortifying that would be. Trying to take her mind off it, she picked up her phone again from between her legs and went back to distracting herself. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering if Lily would have any…issues…today, though. But she knew better than to bring it up when there. ~*~*~*~*~ The hatchback crunched to a stop on the gravel drive and shut off. Both Angelica and her mom stepped out, stretching and breathing in the air. All around were woods, and no traffic could be heard. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the buzzing of cicadas and other insects. Mrs. Wells was already out the front door and coming up to meet them. “Tracy! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you for coming. And hello again, Angelica!” She gave each of them a hug when greeting them. Angelica had only met Mr. and Mrs. Wells once, but this sanguinity seemed to be standard behavior. She smiled back, “Hi. Thanks for having me over.” “Oh, it’s our pleasure. You’re really doing us a huge favor! We couldn’t find anyone else we trusted on such short notice.” She said this last part to Angelica’s mom, but it didn’t prevent a small swell of pride from rising up inside Angelica at being apparently being considered so valuable. “Here, come right this way. You can meet Lily.” Instead of leading them through the house, she walked over to the side and unlatched a small wrought-iron gate. “She’s in the pool in the back. Do you like to swim, Angelica? Did you happen to bring your bathing suit with you?” “Um, I do, but I didn’t bring it, no.” “Oh, that’s a shame. Maybe next time. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure there’s plenty for you to entertain yourself with.” They were at the backyard now, and Angelica could see the pool stretching out in the yard, its shiny blue surface looking absolutely tantalizing. At least she could put her feet in. Mrs. Wells called out, “Lily? The Carpenters are here. Come and say hello.” As they stepped out of the shade of the house and back into the sun, Angelica could see a very thin, shoulder-length blonde-haired girl raise her head out of the pool and then climb up the ladder and stand there dripping as she grabbed a SpongeBob towel and wrapped it around her black one-piece swimsuit. She was shorter than Angelica but also slenderer, but she was already sporting a healthy tan, unlike Angelica, who preferred to stay indoors more. When she spoke, Angelica noticed that she had her mother’s mouth and smile. “Hi. I’m Lily. Are you Angelica?” Angelica started to respond with a yes when Mrs. Wells cut in with a mildly chiding tone, “Now, Lily, what did I tell you? Be polite to our guest.” Lily blushed a little and revised, “Hello, Miss Angelica. Pleased to meet you.” Angelica couldn’t help but smile to herself as she realized that Lily’s mom probably made her daughter feel just as self-conscious about first impressions as her own mom. Lily started feeling less like a stranger to her and more like a potential friend. She stuck her hand out in her most mock-businesslike gesture and said in a playfully stern voice, “Pleased to make your acquaintance as well.” The two girls giggled as they shook hands a little too firmly, and Mrs. Wells laughed. “Well, look at you two! You’ll have a great time together. Derek and I will be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home here, Angelica. Have fun, and call us if you have any questions.” She turned off back to the path beside the house. From the other side, Angelica could hear the Wellses’ garage door opening and their car backing out. Angelica’s mom gave her a hug. “Have fun, sweetheart. Call me if you need anything.” She followed after Mrs. Wells with a parting wave. Angelica waved back, then turned back slowly, taking in all the details of the back yard. The house and yard were completely surrounded by woods, though there was still a privacy fence at the edge with a gate in the middle. That was at the far end of the yard, though, a good hundred feet away. Closer up there was a trampoline, then the pool, then the back patio which extended up to the back porch. There were two quad bikes parked close by the house, next to a couple of bushes. On the patio itself was an outdoor furniture set, with a glass-topped table in the center sporting a golf umbrella. On the table were an assortment of snacks, and an ice chest underneath boasted a bevy of soft drinks peeping their colorful heads out. “Wow…you’ve got a nice backyard…” Angelica led off tentatively. Lily gave a kind of half-hearted nod. “Yeah, it’s nice, I guess. I mean, yeah. Thanks.” “Must be kinda nice to have all this to yourself, huh?” “I guess. I mean, we’re kind of all alone out here. The nearest neighbor is like a mile away.” “Wow.” Angelica turned back toward the snack table. She hadn’t had much of a lunch and was both hungry and thirsty. “Oh, those are for you. Well, like, us. My mom wanted to make sure you felt appreciated.” Angelica looked up. “Just the two of us? Really? There’s enough here for like a whole party of people!” Lily shrugged. “Yup. That’s my mom.” She laughed a bit. “Seriously, though, have as much as you want. That’s why they’re there.” Angelica smiled on one side and looked back to the ice chest. Was there any ginger ale? Ginger ale was her favorite. Ah! There one was! She pulled it out, relishing the chilled surface of the aluminum and the drips of icy water down the sides. With a ksshhh she popped it open and took a sip, then coughed as the bubbles went into her nose. Lily sidled up next to the ice chest and popped open a Sprite. Angelica by now had found a bag of Chips Ahoy and began munching on them. Lily gulped down some Sprite and then asked, “So, Miss Angelica, do you like to swim?” Angelica finished washing down some cookie and suppressed a burp. “Yeah, I do, but I don’t have a swimsuit with me.” “Aw, that’s too bad. I love swimming. It’s like, literally my favorite thing to do during the summer. But it’s more fun with more people.” “Do you have any friends around?” “Haha, no one lives around. Not walking distance, at least. I really only see friends at school.” “Oh, that’s too bad.” Angelica tried to burp discreetly. Lily laughed. “What is it?” asked Angelica. Lily kept laughing. “That face you made! It was like, your eyes crossed.” She imitated it. “No they didn’t! I didn’t look like that!” Angelica protested good-naturedly. “You really did!” And then, most likely from laughing, Lily also burped, but much louder. This sent both girls into a fit of giggles. Angelica felt good. It seemed like the two of them might really click. ~*~*~*~*~ Almost two hours had passed. Angelica and Lily had chatted for a while, talking about Lily’s pets (an iguana and a guinea pig), historical fiction (Lily wasn’t as into reading but did like some historical movies), the vacation the Wells family would be taking soon to the Bahamas, and just whatever. They dangled their feet in the water for a while, eating snacks and drinking soda, before Lily wanted to go back to swimming, and so Angelica sat on the chaise lounge with another ginger ale after putting her shoes back on to keep her feet from getting sunburnt. Eventually conversation died down and Lily swam by herself while Angelica went back to her phone. Instagram was interrupted by a text from Jackie, a friend of hers from school. hey Ange Angelica tilted the screen away from the sun and squinted to better see past the glare. Holding the phone with two hands, she used her thumbs to reply. Hey Jackie Whats up? wyd the librarys doing a free movie want to come ? Cool, what time? And what movie in like fiften minutes Tangled I think Sorry, I can’t make it sounds fun though. ah you suckkkk haha Why cant u come tho My mom asked me to be with the Wells’ daughter while they’re out. whos that you know Lily? o yeah isnt she the one who pees her pants alot? Yeah, that’s her. Angelica looked up at Lily, who was currently lazily performing a backstroke. She felt a little weird about Lily’s condition being brought up, thinking that just a few hours ago, it was the main identifying feature she knew about Lily. Now to hear someone else express the same perspective after being able to spend some time getting to know Lily as a person was somewhat jarring. She had actually forgotten about Lily’s bladder until Jackie’s text, and she felt a pang of guilt in her gut when remembering her morbid fascination on the drive out, even half-hoping that she would see the effects. She also felt a pang of something else, a little lower in her body. Her phone then buzzed a “Low Battery” alert, which brought her back to the text conversation. wow that’s cray has she had to go pee a lot ? No, she seems normal. She’s nice. We’ve been getting to know each other. Does she like wear diapers or somthing? Angelica brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and shifted in her seat. This talk about peeing was making her have to go herself. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the ginger ale from the can before putting it on the table next to her, noticing only then that it was her fourth overall. That was actually a lot of soda. No she doesn’t. Anyway, can we talk about something else? It’s making me have to pee. haha I feel u girl well, sorry u cant comeee Thanks. Have fun Her phone buzzed another “Low Battery” alert. She saw that there was only 2% left and thought she should probably put the phone away. Right after putting it in her pocket, though, another text came in. pee pee rivers waterfalls She laughed at Jackie’s antics, but not before feeling Jackie’s desired effect in a contraction in her bladder. She leaned forward in her seat and typed back. Jackie! Not funny. Lol But then her phone gave one final buzz as the screen went out. The battery had died. Angelica took the cue and stood up from the chaise lounge, stretching and feeling the sun on her skin again after being under the golf umbrella. Her bladder was beginning to hurt. She really should go and use the bathroom now. She stepped up the patio and onto the back porch. Taking hold of the handle of the sliding glass door, she pulled on it. The door wouldn’t move. It took her a moment to register what happened. Then she gave another tug, this time with both hands. Nothing. The door was locked. Having the prospect of relief be so close and then denied her sharply intensified her need to go. Her bladder suddenly contracted, and she gasped and had to bend over to keep from leaking. She stood there for a few seconds, hands on her thighs, trying to figure out what to do. She was now starting to get genuinely worried. It might be over another hour before the Wellses came back, and she didn’t know if she could wait that long. Unbidden, her thoughts from the car ride earlier started to drip—drift!—back into her head: the feeling of desperation, of holding back with all your strength only to lose control anyway, of the spreading warm wetness… Her bladder spasmed again and she had to quickly grab her crotch to keep from letting anything out. No! She couldn’t let herself think like that. Honestly, she had probably had to go this badly before, on car trips or whatever. She would be fine. Of course she would. But her stomach was now feeling full of butterflies and gave an ominous gurgle. Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward the pool and walked out onto the patio. “Lily?” she called out. Lily raised her head up and shifted from floating to treading water. “What is it, Miss Angelica?” Angelica hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the back door. “I need to use the bathroom, but I think the back door is locked.” She tried to keep her voice steady, but she could tell that it came out a little higher pitched than normal. The look that came over Lily’s face did not make Angelica feel any more at ease. It was clearly a look of concern, but had a flash of something more for a second…something almost like fear. She climbed out of the pool again, did a quick dry-off with her towel before wrapping it around herself, then came up the porch as well. Angelica was shifting her legs back and forth at this point, trying to look less urgent than she felt. The pool water dripping off Lily wasn’t helping at all. Lily grabbed the door handle and gave it a firm tug. Just as when Angelica tried it, it didn’t budge. She cupped her hands and peered through the glass for a few seconds, even though Angelica was sure that they both knew the house was empty. Angelica took the opportunity to rub her thighs up and down while Lily couldn’t see her. “Yeah, it’s locked. I guess Mom or Dad locked it accidentally before leaving.” She paused and scanned the back wall of the house. “Do you have to go pretty bad?” Angelica felt too self-conscious to answer honestly, and besides, wasn’t Lily’s condition sympathetic? She tried to downplay how she felt. “Uh, well, I need to go, but I’ll be okay.” She gave a weak smile, hoping to convince herself as well as Lily. “Okay.” Lily’s answer didn’t seem entirely genuine. After a few seconds of awkward silence, during which Angelica was finding it difficult to stand still, she decided to swallow her pride. “Do you know if there’s another way into the house? A side door…an open window?” She tried to say it in a way that would almost make it sound like a joke, but instead of laughing, Lily turned slowly toward Angelica with a pale expression. “So you do have to go pretty bad…huh?” Angelica noticed that Lily started to shift from one foot to the other. “I just…I need to…use the bathroom. Yeah. I do.” She admitted it in the hope that Lily would know a solution and she would be provided with relief. Instead, saying it out loud just made her need more intense, as if her psychological barriers were starting to wear thin. She started to bob up and down a little in spite of herself, and her stomach churned again. Without warning, a fart slipped out, thankfully unheard over the cicadas. Her hands involuntarily shot to her butt before she realized it and moved them back down to her sides, blushing. Lily swallowed and answered, “The windows are probably all latched shut to keep the A/C inside. The only other door is the front door…but it’s normally locked.” “Is there a spare key or something? Anything you can think of?” Her voice had an audible tremor at this point. Lily’s eyes brightened. “Oh good idea! I think so. I know we used to have one…let’s go try and find it.” She stepped off the porch and towards the side walkway with Angelica following. As soon as she reached the path, though, she suddenly drastically slowed her pace. The delay caused a spike of irritation to shoot through Angelica, perfectly in sync with a spike of pain through her lower abdomen. She clenched both her teeth and sphincter, then realized what made Lily slow down so much. She was still barefoot from the pool and the path was paved with gravel. It must have been painful and slow going for her. Pity made her regret her irritation, and she said, “I can go check, since you’re barefoot. Where did you keep the key?” “Thanks. Under the rock at the corner where the right side of the front path meets the porch.” She gestured with her hands to demonstrate. “Okay. And…see if you can find any way in back here.” “Okay, I’ll do that.” She turned back to the grass of the back yard. As soon as she was by herself, Angelica started walking faster. She was still keeping all her muscles rigid in an attempt to prevent any from accidentally relaxing. She was sure that if anyone saw her, it would be super obvious that she had to pee. Against her will, her thoughts began to wander. I can’t believe I have to pee this bad…this morning I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to pee this bad…is this what it feels like for Lily?...my bladder is gonna pop and my crotch is tingling… Gotta keep it in. Gotta keep it in. I can do this. Yes. I can do this. I’ll just go and get the key, and then sweet relief…to be able to let it all out… No! Can’t think of that. Gotta stay focused. She had to stop and cross her legs for a few seconds, doubling over as she did so. Her stomach gave another unwelcome rumbling. She felt like there was more gas, but didn’t want to risk trying to let any out. Of course I’ll make it. That’s what normal people do. They don’t pee themselves. I’m way too old to pee myself. I’ll be fine. Her walk relaxed slightly, letting her speed up some more. There, now. That was the way to do it. See, she’d be fine. Just fine. Her bladder was still twinging when she opened the wrought-iron gate and stepped onto the front lawn, but she ignored it. Relief was near. Soon, this would be nothing but a memory of a close call and everything would be okay, nothing to fear. Anticipation was sending needles through her bladder and she clenched harder as she came up to the spot Lily had described to her. There was the rock. Just…move it to the side…and… Nothing. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her face blanched. This was her only hope of getting inside, and now it was gone. It was supposed to be there, but it was gone! Her bladder tightened and she could feel the tension go all the way into her thighs. Her brain reeled. Maybe the Wellses would be back early? But there was no way to know. Maybe they would know some other way in? But her phone died—how could she reach them? Maybe a neighbor’s house? But there was no one…the nearest neighbor was “like a mile away,” according to Lily. In one last burst of desperation, she scrambled around the front garden, overturning rocks, lifting pots, feeling through the soil, trying to find a key anywhere, anywhere at all. Her bladder was on fire. She dashed up to the front door—maybe it was unlocked? But no, tugging and pushing and slamming against the heavy oak yielded no hope of entry. She stumbled back, off the porch, sweat beading on her forehead, her eyes darting back and forth, hoping beyond hope for some cracked window, some miraculous entry. But she found nothing. The house loomed over her, imposing, resolute, unyielding. It felt like a black hole opened in her soul, draining out her resolve in a spectral pull of despair mingled with resignation. There was nothing left to do but give in…give in and… Her bladder spasmed again, and this time, her clenched sphincter muscles were not strong enough to stop it. A spurt of hot urine surged into her underwear, and at the same time, another fart burst out of her behind. She gasped loudly, wide-eyed, and jammed a hand into her crotch to keep any more from leaking out. Back yard. Now. Maybe Lily found a way in. She tried to move as quickly as possible down the path past the gate again, but found she had to keep her hand in her crotch, intermittently squeezing, which slowed her down considerably. At this point, she didn’t even care if Lily saw her like this. She just had to hold on. She had to. Somehow being in a secluded place on the side of the house caused her desperation to shoot up in sharper and stronger waves than before. She was moving as fast as she could, but kept having to stop to keep from losing control. Panic made her thoughts roil. I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself oh crap oh crap I can’t believe this is happening to me Is this because I made fun of Lily But I didn’t really make fun of her I swear I can’t wet myself I’ve gotta hold on Can’t let go oh crap Can’t let go Can’t let go Despite holding herself, she felt another spurt leak out into her panties, which now felt hot and sticky against her private parts. She tried to control her breathing. She could still make it with minimal damage done. If only I’d brought my swimsuit I could just pee in the pool All nice and warm To just relax If only I could just relax and let go Let go Let go oh crap oh crap I can’t I can’t Mincing her way further, teeth clenched, tears began forming in her eyes. It would feel so good to just let go No! No I can’t! Yes just let go Just let go No! No! No! Yes! Yes! Yes! She spurted again. Then again, this time a little longer. The whole time, she was passing gas in little bursts as well. She was almost to the end of the walkway, but she could feel her hand getting warm and damp. She jammed her other hand into her crotch as well, holding on for all she was worth with both hands. She rounded the corner at last, head down, eyes wide, breathing heavy, heart racing. She knew there would definitely be a wet spot in her crotch, but she didn’t know how bad. Right now she just had to keep it from getting any worse. She could hear Lily come running up, but it seemed distant, like in a dream. Just like in a horror movie, when the bandages are sloooowly peeled away to reveal the villain’s disfigurement, she gingerly lifted her hands away from her crotch. Her legs were bent inward, knees together and shaking, and she could feel her face go white as she saw the damage. Her jeans were clearly wet and dark all around her crotch, in an area about the size of a dessert plate. The wetness went slightly further down her right thigh, and the fabric was glistening at the center of her crotch. It was, all in all, very obvious that she had had a pee accident. Her breath caught and her heart was jackhammering in her skull. As if from far away, she could hear Lily’s voice— “Miss Angelica? I couldn’t find any way in back here. Did you find the key?” That was the last straw. With a groan, Angelica felt all her willpower and muscles give way at once. She sank to her knees as the floodgates opened, with no stopping them now. It was like a faucet had been turned on in her pants. She watched, as if in a trance, as the wet spot rapidly darkened and grew shiny, then spread voraciously across her crotch and down her thighs. She just kept breathing in and out, in and out, powerless to do anything but watch. She could feel the wetness spread to her butt and then pour out in a stream directly onto the patio. Two puddles formed, one at each knee, and then they merged and were supplemented by the bigger puddle forming under her rear. She could hear the sharp hssssss as she emptied her bladder, combined with the splashing of the urine underneath her. The waves of desperation gave way to ecstasy as relief finally came, but it was darkened by the heavy overshadowing sense of extreme embarrassment and shame of having actually wet her pants. Here she was, just a few hours ago unable to conceive of how anyone could lose bladder control and have an accident, and now she was experiencing just that. The tears that had formed in her eyes overflowed, and her heavy breathing shifted into soft sobs at her plight. She continued going to the bathroom in her pants for over half a minute before the flow finally tapered off. For what seemed like a small eternity, there was silence. Even the cicadas had died down. The only sounds that could be heard were the quiet sniffles of Angelica as she wiped the tears from her reddened cheeks and the muffled drip…drip…drip of the last of her urine from her pants. Now that she was actually done, the wetness was starting to feel very cold. Her head still down, Angelica couldn’t see Lily’s reaction. Eventually, Lily broke the silence. “Miss Angelica?” Her voice sounded like she was going to be sick. “Miss Angelica, I—” Then she made a kind of choking sound and was silent. The next thing Angelica heard was a spattering, splashing sound. But she had finished peeing—what could that be? And it was coming from in front of her… She raised her head to meet Lily’s eyes, but her gaze only got halfway. It stopped on Lily’s feet, where Angelica could see a yellow puddle growing. Her eyes were drawn upwards, where she could see urine pouring out of the crotch of Lily’s black swimsuit, splashing in streams between her thighs, and coursing in rivulets down each of her legs. She watched, transfixed, for several seconds, then looked up at Lily’s face. Lily stood there open-mouthed, pale, and speechless. Her arms were rigid at her sides, and she seemed completely unable to make any effort to stop Nature’s course whatsoever. Angelica watched as Lily also emptied her bladder into her clothes, and felt her own body give way once more. She felt her panties rewarm as one final jet of urine came out, but then her intestines rumbled. She gasped again and leaned forward, grabbing her butt, but not before she lost control and felt, one, two, three, four, five small pieces of poop pop out unbidden into her underwear. She could feel the wetness pull away from her skin as her underwear now sagged down from the seat of her pants due to the extra weight. Lily was still pale, but seemed to have finished peeing. She spoke, her voice hoarse, but with a new element of shock in her tone. “Miss Angelica, did you just…?” Angelica tried to lean back on her knees again, but her legs were too shaky. Instead, she lost her balance and fell with a splish on her butt in her own pee puddle, wincing as the poop in her panties was unceremoniously squished across her bottom. She couldn’t speak. She was in too much shock. Instead she just sat there and covered her face with her hands, trying to pretend this had all been a bad dream. ~Aftermath~ After gaining her composure, Angelica stiffly told Lily to clean up herself in the pool and the puddles with her towel, which would then also be washed off in the pool. At least swimsuits were designed to get wet. She on the other hand walked gingerly to the gate in the privacy fence, opened it, walked about fifty feet into the woods on the other side, and then, once she made sure no one was around, took off her shoes and socks and peeled off her jeans. Gosh, she was so stupid. She could have just peed in the woods when she had the chance. Trying to keep as much of her mess contained as possible, she pulled down her panties and made a face of disgust at herself. She then threw the panties into the underbrush and pulled her jeans back on, wincing at the roughness of the denim. She then walked back into the back yard, carrying her shoes and socks, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and then jumped in the pool. At Lily’s expression of surprise, all Angelica had to do was give her a stern look for her to understand: this way, her parents would never have to know what happened. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in awkward silence. Lily sat next to the pool (she didn’t trust how clean the water was anymore) and Angelica on the chair. She didn’t touch any more soda. Lily’s parents ended up arriving about forty minutes later, and Angelica had a strange kind of feeling of vindication when realizing that she really would not have been able to wait until they arrived. When they asked about why she was all wet, Angelica made up a story about goofing around near the pool and accidentally falling in. She kept all other answers to questions about the afternoon short, but with enough affected pep as to avoid suspicion. She made sure to say nothing about the locked back door, knowing that it would likely raise further questions—notably about where all the soda they drank went. Once Mrs. Wells dropped her off at her home, Angelica gave the same kinds of answers to her mom, determined to make sure that no one else ever found out about what happened. One week later, however, Lily was walking home from the bus stop. She and some friends had just gotten back from watching a movie and parted ways. The bus stop was nearly a mile walk from her house, but it was shorter to cut through the woods and come in through the back yard. Lily was walking quickly, already needing to use the bathroom. She remembered all too well the incident the previous week, and that the only reason her parents hadn’t found out what happened was because of Angelica’s resourcefulness. She was almost to the gate to her back yard when she was distracted by a loud buzzing off to the left. Curious, she looked that direction, then stepped carefully into the underbrush. The source of the buzzing was a swarm of flies, all acutely interested in something obscured by the leaves. As she drew nearer, a nasty smell hit her and she wrinkled her face and pinched her nose. She knew what it was. Ever since that incident, she had wondered how Angelica had cleaned up her poop accident. Now she knew. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like a train wreck; she had to see. She haltingly drew back the plants with one hand and looked down. There, stiff and wrinkled from drying out in the open air, were a pair of pink bikini-cut panties, with a sickly brown load of poop completely covering the seat. Lily could feel herself losing control. It always felt the same way. The same sensation of being a stranger in your own body, of psychological resolve dissipating. She ran through the gate and across the yard, her breathing ragged, with one hand in her crotch in a vain attempt to stop the flow. As she sped across the grass, the wet spot gradually spread out on either side of her hand and down one leg of her jean shorts. She reached the back door and translated her momentum into forcefully sliding the door open, but she was jarringly stopped short by the fact that the door was locked. Again. She banged on the door with her free hand, yelling for someone inside to hear her, her other hand getting wetter and wetter as she continued leaking, urine now dripping from the cuff of her left leg and trickling down her thigh. She remembered what had happened the previous week and Angelica’s plight, including what ended up happening to her, as a new pressure built up in her abdomen. It was unfortunate, but apparently inevitable, then, that Lily’s mom came to the door a minute later and found her daughter red-faced and sobbing, a puddle under her soaked tennis shoes and a load in her shorts.

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