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Hey, guys! So I've very much been enjoying the fear wetting compilation videos & was curious.. does anyone know of/can anyone recommend scenes in which male characters are scared/intimidated into wetting themselves (their pants, the bed, etc.) by women? Would definitely help scratch an itch... thank you!!

So this is a little something I've been quietly working on for a bit, now. With Journey to Arnwick finished, I'll probably have more time to devote to it. I can't say for sure that it's gonna be my next thing, but it's certainly something I enjoy writing, and something I have a lot of ideas for. Oh, and that "hypnosis" tag won't really apply until the second chapter and on, but oh boy will it apply. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 1 - A Desperate Escape There truly is no ideal time to get chased down by the cops, But how did they always manage to turn up when Jenny needed to piss? Speeding down the road, pushing her motorcycle as fast as it would go, she desperately wished the flashing lights and sirens behind her would disappear so she could pull over and relieve herself, but no. The red and blue lights continued to illuminate the forlorn road around her. She was honestly pretty surprised; her bike was fast. The fact that these police cruisers from some broke, no-name town could keep up with her was impressive. “One little arms deal, and they send the whole town after me,” She murmured into her helmet. The road grew rough, creating quite a bumpy ride. As Jenny bounced up and down along with her bike, she cursed each little bump that threatened to make her piss her pants. Ignoring the pressing need of her bladder, she looked around for any detours she could make- anywhere she could try and shake her pursuers. Hope presented itself as a somewhat more narrow road that she turned onto. For a brief but wonderful moment, the headache-inducing red-blue lights of the cruisers vanished, and only simple moonlight illuminated her surroundings. The fleet of cars behind her couldn’t make turns as easily as her lone motorcycle, and the turn put a fair distance between them. Another unexpected turn later, and Jenny felt she had nearly lost her unwanted entourage. Given that her bike was black, and her outfit consisted of a matte black helmet, black leather jacket, and black leather pants, she blended into the nighttime scenery pretty well, too. These wannabe cops had nothing on her, she thought. That is, until a cruiser pulled out in front of her from some unknown nook, nearly causing her to crash into them. She swore loudly, and veered right as hard as she could, finding another empty road. The shock had reached her bladder, and Jenny was sure she felt some wetness at her groin. They are actually gonna make me piss on myself, aren’t they? The howl of sirens behind her grew louder, and she knew it was gonna be a while longer before she was actually safe. She groaned loudly, and shuffled lightly in her seat. She labored to blank her mind, and just keep focused on the road while she emptied her bladder into her pants. Despite its terrible need to urinate, her bladder resisted. With a push, a jet of urine streamed into her panties. Her groin was overtaken by warmth, and Jenny felt her cheeks burn. She inhaled, and pushed again. Another, longer stream met her underwear, soaking them more thoroughly than the first. She felt the sickly wet heat slowly creep down to her butt. “Piece of shit cops,” she muttered disdainfully while she inhaled, and prepared to really let go. At last, her bladder was persuaded to release its contents. Urine flowed freely into her clothes, completely drenching whatever regions of her panties had remained dry. For the first time, that sickly, warm wetness began to crawl down her thighs. Instinctively, she looked down at her groin to inspect the damage, only to remember that she was wearing leather. Nothing showed on the outside of her pants. However, since none of her pee could soak into and be absorbed by her trousers, all of it ran down her legs. She felt the piss reach her ankles, and soak into her socks as it ran into her shoes. What didn’t flow into her shoes spilled out the bottom of her pants, immediately vanishing into the wind, given that she was driving a good few dozen miles over the speed limit. She wondered if the cops behind her were close enough to wonder what the deal was with the sudden, smelly mist. Her stream slowed, and tapered off, bringing an end to the most unpleasant piss she’d ever taken. Man, it’d really suck to get caught, now. She could already imagine the jokes and laughter they’d share if they managed to catch her, and she was still dripping. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind. Since she’d finished wetting herself, her focus could be returned to more practical matters. The last visible cruiser chasing after her was lagging a good distance behind. Barring any further surprises, a few more unexpected turns should completely separate them, and then she’d just need to drive for a while to make sure they lose the trail. She put her plan into action, and made a sharp turn. The longer the chase went on, the more Jenny found herself driving on what she felt had to be completely uncharted roads. The shacks and trailers she passed by could hardly be misconstrued as being signs of civilization. Being so far out in the boonies was supposed to make it easier to evade the police, for fuck’s sake. Cops in little towns like this were supposed to be laid-back. She took another road, hearing the sirens grow ever more distant behind her. She made several more little turns and detours, until she could no longer hear nor see the horrible red-blue lights and sirens. She couldn’t risk stopping just yet, but she did breathe a little easier. Doing so, she noticed a slight salty smell in the air. She was somewhere near the coast. If she could find a town or city on the water, she could well be home free. Coastal cities get a lot more visitors, and she could blend into the crowd more easily. She was forced to make one short stop when her eyes fell upon her nearly depleted gas gauge. The gas station she found actually occupied a rather scenic spot. Along a high coastal road, providing a look at the rocky shoreline below. She’d be a fool to use her credit card when the cops were chasing her, so she’d have to go in to pay. Just as well, as she wanted to visit the bathroom and see if she could clean herself up, just a bit. She parked her bike, and climbed off of it. The interior lining of her pants, along with her panties, were still quite wet, and had grown cold and clammy. Her shoes and socks were wet, too. She didn’t know which one, but something she was wearing produced a humiliating squish sound as she walked. She had to walk quite slowly to prevent it from happening. She lifted the visor on her helmet, and sniffed the air, hoping she didn’t reek of piss. The gas station was quiet. A man who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world than working the graveyard shift at a gas station manned the counter, watching a small TV with the volume on low. His only greeting was a curt nod in her direction, which she returned. If she smelled like a public bathroom, he didn’t let her know. She walked into the ladies’ room, doing her best not to look like a woman who already made a bathroom out of her underwear. As expected, no one else was inside. She took her helmet off, and set it on the counter in front of the mirror. Her tired reflection looked back at her. Her blonde hair was messy, and only barely resembled the ponytail she’d put it in earlier. She entered the biggest stall available, and mentally braced herself to lower her pants. When she did, she grimaced at the sight of her drenched and yellowed panties. They had been white, once, but an hour and a half of riding and soaking in pee had changed that. Weighing her options, she considered going commando, but she knew that her pants wouldn’t be a great deal more comfortable. For the time being, she settled on getting some toilet paper and wiping her legs down. Jenny froze when she heard the door open. Light footsteps sounded through the bathroom. Jenny hastily yanked her pants back up, ignoring how it pressed her wet panties against her. She peered through an all-too-wide gap in the stall door, and internally screamed when she saw a woman in police attire at the mirror. She was inspecting something about her uniform, but Jenny could tell that her gaze found its way to the slick, black motorcycle helmet on the counter. There was no way they hadn’t radioed every cop for a hundred miles and told them to be on the lookout for that helmet. The cop picked up the helmet, and began to inspect it. While her eyes were away from the mirror that afforded her a view of Jenny’s stall, Jenny quietly slid the door open. She opened up her jacket, and withdrew her pistol from an interior pocket. She cocked it loudly to make the weapon’s presence known, and pressed it into the woman’s back. “Don’t make a move!” Jenny ordered in her most stern voice. The officer’s only movements were to drop the helmet onto the counter, put her hands up, and turn her head slightly to look into the mirror’s reflection. That, and an odd shuddering motion. Her legs shifted repeatedly, and Jenny could see the woman’s face scrunch up. An awful smell hit her, and Jenny could only mutter, “Don’t tell me you just… ” Jenny glanced at the woman’s ass, and looked in disbelief at the large and growing bulge there. Her dark blue pants began to stain as the officer’s somewhat wet load was pushed into them. The poor woman well and truly filled her pants up. Jenny, in her wet underwear, could certainly sympathize with having to hold it, but she’d never soiled herself, before. She’d certainly never had an accident out of fear, before. She was made of sterner stuff than that. “Did you really just crap your drawers?” Jenny asked, judging. She saw the woman’s anger in her reflection, “Why do you think I came to the bathroom, bitch?! You just had to pull this little stunt now, didn’t you?” She was glaring at Jenny’s reflection- and thus at Jenny herself- but the officer’s cheeks were burning read, and tears were brimming in her eyes. There was a soft crackling sound, and the bulge on her ass grew. The officer averted her eyes in shame. There was a wet mound across her rear end, and it looked like some of the mess had escaped down her thighs, as well. Jenny thought her own panties looked bad, but there’d be no saving hers. “Fair enough,” Jenny conceded, “Guess this is what I get for pulling a gun on someone in the toilet. Anyway, here’s what we’ll do: I’m gonna take your gun and walkie-talkie, and I’m gonna handcuff you to something in here. If you don’t make a move, I don’t have to shoot. We clear?” Still scowling, but also still blushing and tearing up, she glanced back to Jenny, “... Clear.” “Awesome,” Jenny confiscated the officer’s gun, sticking it in one of her own pockets. She retrieved the handcuffs, and used her pistol to push the woman forward, and down onto the ground. She cuffed her to a pipe under the sink, and then took the walkie-talkie as she stood back up. The cop was clearly trying to find some way to sit that didn’t have her sitting right on top of her mess. Judging her squirming and cringing, she wasn’t very successful. “Now don’t you worry, I’m sure someone’ll find you before too long.” “Soon as somebody finds me, I’m coming for you,” “Girl, if I were you, I’d be way more focused on coming up with an excuse for why I have a load in my pants,” the cop, “Officer Jones,” as a now-visible name tag identified her, continued to glare at her with the most hateful look. Jenny found pockets to stealthily hide the items she’d taken from Officer Jones, put her own gun away, and reclaimed her helmet. As she reached the door, she turned back to the officer, and put a finger up to the front of her helmet, over her mouth. If Jones was smart, she wouldn’t call out for help. Jenny walked by the employee, who looked even closer to falling into a coma than before. With a mute wave, she left the building. She didn’t even get any gas. She’d have to make do with what little she had left. Resuming her driving, Jenny was certain she was going to have the rash of the century. Her legs were still damp, and already stung lightly. She could only take solace in the fact that she hadn’t shat herself like Jones. Everything else about her night had been shit, just mercifully not in a literal sense. When she saw a road sign announcing the town of Ravenwood, Jenny had little choice but to pay it a visit. The morning sun would be up soon enough, and she was exhausted. Surely, there’d be a hotel with a convenient enough place to stash her bike.

"How could it have come to this?!" Zelda thought to herself as she raced down the corridors of her castle. It had been a quick and decisive defeat for the Hyrulean forces guarding the castle's outer defenses. An army of these vile twilight beasts had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and quickly overran the walls, taking the Soldiers by surprise. After the walls fell, the courtyard quickly followed suit, now the Twilight forces were surrounding the inner keep, it was only going to be a matter of time before they broke in. As the Princess, it was now up to Zelda to defend her people, and protect the realm of Hyrule. But how? In a matter of hours, her army had been crushed, and her castle all but toppled. The situation seemed hopeless. Zelda could already feel the fear building in the back of her mind as she stopped for a moment to catch her breath. She leaned against the cold stone walls of the castle corridor, and gasped for air. While recovering, Zelda became aware of another urgent situation...she needed to pee! The assault on the castle began without warning, thus granting no chances for a restroom break. "We must keep moving, Your Grace!" the royal guard Captain shouted, "We have to get you to the final protective line before the keep doors fall!" This jolted Zelda back into reality, she quickly pushed the thoughts of her full bladder to the back of her mind and pressed onward through the next set of doors. The guards barred the doors behind them. After some more breathless running, Zelda and her guard escort finally reached the throne room, the last line of defense. While running, they had heard many horrible noises from down below, it was apparent that the keep doors had fallen, and the Twilight forces were working their way through the remaining Hyrulean ranks. But now...now all was quiet. Zelda peered towards the large throne room doorway anxiously, a feeling of despair settling into the pit if her stomach. The calm before the storm truly was the worst. The dread sat heavy in the air, it could almost be physically felt. As she waited for the inevitable final assault, Zelda had nothing to draw her mind away from her desperate need to use the toilet, it was becoming painful now, as it had been hours since she was last able to relieve herself. Zelda wanted to sit down upon the throne, to relieve some pressure, but the nearness of the upcoming battle made her too anxious to do so. Instead, Zelda merely crossed her legs while standing, pressing her thighs together. She hoped her predicament wasn't noticable since everything was being covered by her white dress anyway, and her Soldiers were all transfixed on the doorway. At this point, Zelda did not know what to hope for, she was so desperate for relief, but there was no chance of that in their current circumstances, something had to change, and the only way for that to change would be the inevitable storming of the throne room. The chances that the few remaining Soldiers would be victorious against the onslaught were slim to none, and Zelda knew it. So, as desperately as she needed to pee, she also desperately wished to stall against the attack upon the throne room. "I-I can't hold this any longer." Zelda thought to herself as her knees began to buckle. "N-no! I can hold on! I am the Princess of Hyrule, and I will not have the disgrace of peeing myself added to my defeat! I cannot let myself be remembered as the Princess who cowered in fear and shame in her last moments..." 'Her last moments...' the words sounded so surreal, as she turned them over in her mind. It had not yet dawned on Zelda that these truly could be her last moments, she may very well be waiting for her death. The thought of this brought even more fear to her mind. Not cowardly or irrational fear, but true black fear, despair.... This made Zelda's knees buckle even more, and her urethra start to lose control for a brief moment. A very small amount of urine escaped, creating a tiny wet patch in Zelda's white, silky panties, she let out a quiet, but audible moan at this. Fighting with every fiber if her body, Zelda quickly regained her control and composure. Suddenly, Zelda's ears were filled with a loud hiss as black fog poured into the room and started to engulf the Soldiers' palisades. The room again fell silent as the Soldiers braced themselves. Again, the silence was shattered as the fiendish Twilight beasts scuttled out of the shadows and towards the Soldiers. They were large creatures, yet their movements made little noise, and resembled those of a cockroach scurrying towards a pile of refuse. The battle was over as soon as it started. The shadow beasts moved with an unnatural speed and overwhelmed the Soldiers. And that's when she finally saw him...Zant. He was the Twilight King, or something of that nature, Zelda didn't know what exactly he called himself, she knew almost nothing about her enemy. Yet, here he was, an enemy she did not know even existed a day ago was now in her throne room, marching towards her, with the bodies of her slain Soldiers scattered around them. Zelda gulped hard. "It is time for you to choose, surrender or die..." Zant said. "Oh yes, a question for all the land and people of Hyrule.... Life or death?!" Only two of Zelda's guards now remained, standing to her right and left. They both looked at her, hinging upon her answer. The fear and the hopelessness of the situation overtook Zelda at this moment and made her muscles completely release. She stood there quivering from the strain of trying not to lose control, but it was far too late. Hot pee was soaking through her panties and cascading down her legs, drenching her stockings and filling her boots. The sound was quite audible, and the puddle forming beneath her was visible to both her guards and to Zant. Zelda's face had gone white, she choked on her words and could not speak. All Zelda could do was merely drop her sword to the floor in defeat, the sword hit the floor with a clank and a splash as it landed in her pee puddle. Surrender was the only way that she and her subjects could survive. She had already disgraced herself in battle, there was no need to sacrifice more lives for the sake of pride. Written by: High Meme-Overlord

This is somewhat a continuation of another thread. It came to my attention that I might know of a few fear wetting videos that others might not. Here are some that come to mind. They are paid The Beautiful Bella Ink pretending to be in a house robbery https://www.kinkbomb.com/p/bella-peeing-satin-panties-in-fear/216885 Desperate Jayne https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/18697/1585312/fear-wetting Sinna(I think) https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/47160/9208467/snake-fear-desperate-wetting Old INeed2Pee vid https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/8256/543363/ineed2pee-sara-wet-her-pants-in-fear-fright-female-desperation-to-pee-video Dixie Comet https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/70886/17578894/the-auction Multiple girls, rare studio. Wolf https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/32800/9327227/big-bad-wolf-bed-wetting-wmv Unknown https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/140969/21965291/milf-pranked-and-pisses-herself-4k Exxotiqua https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/91049/16947980/got-so-scared-i-soaked-my-pants Marianas Sexy Shop https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/90859/15902588/that-night-i-was-so-scared-that-i-peed-my-pants Scared of heights in tree https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/8256/7934795/ineed2pee-kadie-wetting-her-yoga-pants-up-in-tree Alyssa Reece https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/77295/24054453/peeing-my-jeans-during-a-robbery The Allison Miller https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/44837/16812366/im-so-scared-i-could-pee-my-jeans

Astrologist Mona Megistus pulled the door to her home closed behind her, and stepped out onto the streets of Mondstadt. It was the dead of night, perfect conditions for stargazing. Mona's house was a small one, situated on the the outskirts of the city. Mona was dedicated not to use her talent with astrology to make a profit, and her pride wouldn't allow her to ask for money. Because of this, Mona was usually strapped for cash. It had taken a long time to save up enough to buy her house, but the cozy home was well worth it. Mona took in a deep breath of fresh air as she started off toward the city gate. The cool breeze rushed past her face, blowing her dark black hair around her shoulders. The plan for the night was to travel a short distance outside of Mondstadt, spend the night watching the stars, and head back into the city as the sun rose. Mona whistled a little tune to her self as she approached the gates. The night was her element and the stars her companions. In her eyes, there was no better time to be out than midnight. Mona arrived at the gates and was let through a small side door by a guard who looked equal parts tired and bored. Mona was well-known enough within the city to allow her to pass through with out much pause. She thanked the guard and continued on her way. Traveling along the main road that led out of Mondstadt, Mona aimed for a medium sized hill just a mile away. that was where she would set up for the night. Still whistling, Mona walked on, cloak fluttering in the wind. After about an hours trek, Mona began to scale the hill. It was not a large slope, but still a difficult climb. Once at the top, Mona stopped for a small rest. After about five minutes she stood and began to set up her equipment. As she was pulling out her notebook in order to keep track of her observations, Mona felt a small ache in her abdomen. She frowned and-placed one hand over her stomach. She had needed to visit the restroom before she had left her house, but had forgotten in her haste to get out of the city. Cursing her forgetfulness, Mona finished setting up. Nothing to be done about it now. About two hours into her stargazing. Mona was cursing herself even more. She now sat writing in her notebook about the measurements she had taken, with one leg crossed over the other. Her need had gotten much worse in the time since she had first arrived on the hill. Mona gazed back at the walled city behind her longingly, knowing that there were plenty of bathrooms there. Mona briefly considered calling it an early night and hustling back to the city, but eventually decided against it. There was still a few more hours of darkness left, and she was confident she could hold on for a little longer. Another two hours past and Mona knew she had made a mistake. She was constantly jiggling up and down, moving her feet from side to side. The astronomer was now desperate to pee. She quickly made the decision to pack up her things and head back into Mondstadt, hoping it wasn't too late. She spent a good fifteen minutes putting away her equipment, hindered by the need to stop periodically to hold herself in order to avoid leaking. Mona began to make her way down the hill at a snails pace. She was moving with one hand between her legs, one hand holding the strap of her equipment bag. About halfway down the hill Mona paused to consider finding a nice bush and peeing there. It's night anyway. No one is even out here. She thought. After a moment of deliberation, Mona's pride was too great to go to those extreme lengths. She continued her slow walk. Mona arrived on the main road of Mondstadt as the sun rose above the horizon behind her, illuminating the sky with a brilliant yellow shine. The hour walk that had led Mona to the hill now felt like an eternity. She was hunched over, with one hand perpetually thrust between her legs. Her brown tights chafed against her legs as she walked. About halfway to the gates, Mona let out a small squeak as she felt her bladder spasm. the next moment her hand was hit by a small jet of pee. Mona stoped and shoved both hands into her crotch, not caring that her equipment dropped to the road beside her. After taking a moment to compose herself, Mona was able to determine that it was just a leak. She breathed a sigh of relief. I still have time. Mona made it to the gates without further incident. She was let in by the same guard as earlier that night. She blushed as he directed a puzzled look at Mona's posture. Fortunately, he didn't ask any questions and let her through quickly. Mona was thankful that the same guard was still there expecting her, though she did fell a bit sorry for him, having to stand at attention all night. Mona hobbled back in the direction of her house as fast as she dared, bracing herself against a worse case scenario. Mona was able to reach her house without another leak. She stopped in front of the door. As she pulled her hand out form between her legs to grab the doorknob, she felt another stream shoot out of her overfilled bladder. She was forced to shove her hand back between her thighs and bounce form foot to foot in order to regain her composure. She reached for the knob once more and this time was successful in getting the door open. She rushed into the house pulling the door closed behind her. Mona's desperation reached a crescendo as the door slammed shut. She dropped her equipment on the floor and ran for the bathroom as fast as she could. She wasn't fast enough. Just as Mona reached the bathroom door, her overtaxed bladder gave up. She tried desperately to hold back the tide, but to no avail. Mona was forced to watch in resigned silence as she peed full-force into her pants. The purple fabric of her one piece top darkened around her crotch as pee soaked through the material. Wet streaks formed as urine ran down her legs, darkening any part of her tights that it touched. Mona grimaced at the wet, warm feeling that rushed over her thighs and down to the floor. A puddle formed between her feet, expanding outward as Mona's body continued to empty itself of liquid. After a solid minute and a half, the stream finally abated. Mona groaned and looked down at her clothing. Her one piece might be able to be saved. It only had wetness directly between the legs and a little around the back. Her tights were another matter. They were stained completely, turned almost black due to saturation. Mona could feel the blush rising on her cheeks as she stared at the puddle on the floor. Even though nobody was around to bear witness to her accident, Mona couldn't help feeling ashamed. Dejectedly, she stripped out of her soaked clothes and entered the bathroom. The toilet sat in the corner, lid up as if mocking her. She stepped into the shower, thankful that she at least was in private. A rueful smile crossed Mona's face. Whether the outcome was good or not, at least it had been an eventful night.

so i had a bit more of a think about where i wanted to go with this messenger teasing idea. the format's been quite fun to use, and i can write them up quickly since all i have to do is tinker with chat logs a bit. my friend has cooled a bit on the idea of writing anything up herself, but she's still keen for me to keep going on the condition that i also have to do write ups for times when it was her teasing me about having accidents (she likes boy omo as much if not more than girl omo). anyway i'm a switch and I have always liked the mild humiliation that came with her playful banter so i'm happy to accept her condition. but it did raise the question for me of whether it's best to include what would be both male and female omo under the same topic - knowing that most people tend to prefer one to the exclusion of the other. i did think about having two separate topics for male and female omo, but there's a lot of overlap in the convos so i can't really see the point. also i'd prefer to have everything in the one topic instead of having a new one each time. so what i will do as a compromise is I'll include a list of relevant tags in bold in the body at the top of each new post (e.g. female, messing, diapers etc...), and you can choose whether to read on or not. since i did one of hers last time, this first post will be one of mine. so please do note the male tag on the post below before reading on if that's not what you're here for! the tag prefix for the overall topic is still going to be female because there have been more instances of me teasing her than vice-versa and she's still the star of the show as far as i'm concerned. i'm not exactly the most masculine looking guy out there, anyway, so no hard feelings (edit: for reference, here's the link to where i tried this out the first time - - des The Essayist and the Editor tags: male, desperation, wetting, messing, diapers, fear Stephanie says: hey you! Stephanie says: have you finished reading my preventative health essay yet? Stephanie says: no rush...but i do have to submit it tonight... des says: hey hey! des says: hmmm, not yet des says: i only just got back from our walk Stephanie says: Stephanie says: Walking Dozer? des says: yeah des says: hes been barking a lot the last couple of days des says: am hoping that he might calm down if i tire him out a bit Stephanie says: naughty pup!! Stephanie says: well i have been sitting here Stephanie says: for the last hour Stephanie says: trying to hit the word count......... Stephanie says: ughhhhhhh Stephanie says: why do i suck at writing so much Stephanie says: des says: who, whoa, whoa des says: you don't suck at it des says: you said you got 87% the other day! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: ya, for the journal entries Stephanie says: those were super easy!! Stephanie says: like 300 words each is nothing Stephanie says: this essay is much harder des says: i'm sure it's not as abd as you think des says: bad* Stephanie says: itt's probably worse des says: nah des says: you're a smart cookie des says: i bet you've been working on it for weeks Stephanie says: ...!! Stephanie says: well! Stephanie says: actually i have! haha Stephanie says: but i dont think im using the right references Stephanie says: i dont think it reads well des says: technically it doesnt need to read at all, its your readers who have to read well Stephanie says: Stephanie says: can you just look at it now instead of being a smartass please???!!! des says: okay! okay! des says: i was already reading it anyway Stephanie says: good boy des says: *wags tail* Stephanie says: ... Stephanie says: ... well? Stephanie says: is it that bad? des says: "the mangement of children's lifestyle choices is paramount"? des says: 'management' maybe? Stephanie says: hahaha oops Stephanie says: possibly i should have run a spell check?! des says: and i'm not sure about this bit about school lunches at the end des says: how come you don't have a source there? Stephanie says: hmmm well i do have a source for it somehwere! Stephanie says: one of the texts talks about junk food in tuck shops Stephanie says: habits formed at school are a cause of childhood obesity des says: hmmm des says: well find it and stick it in, you need something in there Stephanie says: ok! des says: otherwise it reads okay des says: conclusion's a bit weak though Stephanie says: Stephanie says: I havent written a conclusion yet!! des says: whats that bit down the bottom then?! Stephanie says: that was my draft! Stephanie says: its not finished yet des says: well hurry up and finish it then! Stephanie says: i'm trying too!! des says: des says: kids these days... Stephanie says: what??! des says: not you! des says: literally 'kids these days!' des says: getting fat on junk food at the canteen Stephanie says: hmmm yeah Stephanie says: you probably did too, though des says: im not fat! Stephanie says: surrrre about that? Stephanie says: lol okay your not. but maybe you were when you were in primary school des says: nope des says: i didnt each much of anything as a kid Stephanie says: des says: i always used to have sultanas for recess des says: mum used to pack a yoghurt and sandwiches too des says: i always ate the yoghurt cause otherwise it'd get loose in my bag and explode yoghurt everywhere Stephanie says: des says: had to clean out quite a few backpacks in my time! Stephanie says: des says: but no junk food for me! des says: i didnt even tend to eat the sandwiches Stephanie says: naughty! des says: why? des says: she always put too much tomato in them and they would come out soggy! Stephanie says: your mumma bear made sandwiches for you and you wouldnt even eatthem!! Stephanie says: soggy sandwiches? Stephanie says: yikes, okay des says: yeah des says: bet you wouldnt have eaten them either Stephanie says: lol probably not Stephanie says: id just swap it with somebody else des says: nobody's going to trade for a soggy sandwich though...... Stephanie says: well, not that kind des says: Stephanie says: anyway, i meant i'd swap it when they werent looking des says: des says: and what if you got caught?! Stephanie says: hmmm, i'd tell them they could have a soggy sandwich or a knuckle sandwich?! Stephanie says: des says: des says: you wouldnt have said that! Stephanie says: i probably wouldve! Stephanie says: i was a bit of a tomboy when i was a kid Stephanie says: i once broke a kids tooth when he pushed in line for the bubbler! des says: you did what?! Stephanie says: i was thirsty!! Stephanie says: and there was a line for a reason! des says: des says: wow Stephanie says: wow what des says: i'm just having trouble imagining you doing that des says: i mean i got in a few fights at school, but well, im a boy des says: i thought boys were supposed to beat each other up! Stephanie says: !! Stephanie says: well girls can fight too! Stephanie says: even if its with nails! des says: you broke his tooth with your nails?! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: nah, i pushed him into the bubbler des says: ouch thats a bit mean! Stephanie says: i didnt mean to hurt him Stephanie says: i just wanted to shove him out of the way! des says: still! Stephanie says: des says: well i guess maybe he was a bully if he was pushing in des says: so maybe he deserved it?! Stephanie says: hmmm i was the bully if anything!! Stephanie says: he was a nice kid, i think maybe he just didnt relaise there was a line! des says: oh dear! bully steph! Stephanie says: des says: hmmm, guess i'd better be careful what i say about your essay then! Stephanie says: haha yep! des says: anyway, i've sent it back to you with changes tracked des says: resent it to me when you have that conclusion though! Stephanie says: lifesaver thank you!!! des says: no worries i'll be here waiting for that final draft! Stephanie says: ahh, youi are such a good boy! des says: yeah, but apparently you used to beat up good boys Stephanie says: Stephanie says: am i meant to beat you up too then?! des says: Stephanie says: I might, hey! des says: dont scare me!! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: maybe you need that nappy?! des says: Stephanie says: des says: well i'll just go change my pants now... Stephanie says: in preparation, hey! Stephanie says: I'm that scary, huh?! des says: preparation? i might need it now!! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: well it would give you a bit of padding for when im kicking your butt!!! des says: a lot of padding depending on what i had for lunch...! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: hmmm, ok maybe a bit too far des says: des says: a bit! Stephanie says: des says: but on an unrelated note, i do actually need to get up now des says: and, well, go to the bathroom Stephanie says: hahahah Stephanie says: well i will do some more work on my essay then Stephanie says: thanks for checking it for me again! des says: anytime des says: but don't submit it without letting me see it again first! Stephanie says: i wont! Stephanie says: you go and clean up des says: des says: i dont need to clean up!!! des says: just tired of sitting here with legs crossed Stephanie says: sure sure! Stephanie says: laters

Long time lurker and first time poster. Here's a story that I originally wanted in a fantasy universe but ended up in some sort of sci-fi one instead :P. Maybe there will be a part 2? ____________________________________________________________________________________________ The cold winds of winter glided gently across the streets. By tomorrow’s morning, the dilapidated roads would be filled with pedestrians, but now, deep in the night, one only had flickering streetlights and roaches for company. From the sides of the litter-lined streets, there rose several monoliths of apartment buildings and industrial facilities. Structures evidently designed solely for efficiency in a state with an insatiable thirst for inaccessible raw resources. The night sky was made starless by the brightly lit oasis of life beyond the hills that pulsated as a distant rainbow. Not that it mattered to the the drab concrete and corrugated aluminum of the slums, perpetually engulfed in turmoil. The glory and grandeur of the inner city meant nothing to those here who could never hope to experience it; nothing save for a world of vast riches to exploit for the cunning few. It was in this small population of connivers which Nova had found herself. She fit the role of a bandit, or a bounty hunter. Her consistent success rested on the nature of what she stole - not lives, but information. It paid well, it made sure your targets would say nothing, and you could always come back for more. Tonight, in a small and spartan apartment room in a long-abandoned building, she was again ready to strike into the heart of the City, an attack on the pinnacle of their society. Unlike her male comrades, her attacks were executed with surgical precision. This one would be no different. Opening a battered case on the hard ground, she retrieved two small combat knives, sharpened to a razor edge. As she rose up she grabbed a folding submachine gun from its place on the wall. A hard childhood on the streets gave her aptitude in combat, and her clothes concealed a muscled yet lithe and agile build. She could out-duel almost anyone in close quarters even without needing the superior weapons she now fielded. In the legends which sporadically circulated the outlaws of the slums, she was a fearless warrior, a shadow perpetually taunting the giant which was the City. Cradling the SMG, Nova walked over to her bed, the only piece of furniture in a cube of cold and cracking concrete. Despite the lack of doors and windows in the room, the building’s size and complexity as well as the cover of the night allowed for a modicum of privacy. From under the bed she retrieved her light body armor, stolen from the City arsenals. Silently she stripped herself of her civilian clothes; in the process, she slipped her panties down her ankles and reached again under her bed, in a nook between the mattress and the frame hidden from plain sight. A slight red tinge appeared on Nova’s chiseled cheeks as she retrieved a plain white diaper from the bed and slowly hiked the ruffled elastic up her chiseled thighs. As much as she hated wearing them, it was an invaluable asset for maintaining composure in combat and intimidating her targets. As Nova reached for a spare, she noticed with a frown that the bag was almost empty. Stuffing the one remaining diaper into her bag, she noted to herself to buy more upon return. The brunette walked by herself down a path she knew well, through trash-filled back alleys and crumbling, cracked asphalt as the concrete behemoths of the urban jungle made its way into the shoddier makeshift shelters of the slums. Here, there was none of the tenuous order found in the ghettos, and all around there was the cacophony of muffled intoxicated yelling. Many in her line of work had hailed from regions like this or worse, but to Nova the entire area felt uncomfortable and hostile, a mental remnant conditioned into her by her earlier life. As she walked past a row of sheet metal homes, she momentarily caught sight of a glint off of a knife reflecting off a fire streaming from a barrel - before her brain could process the flash of light, Nova’s tensed body was rocked by a bloodcurdling scream and a howl of pain which pierced the heavens. Balking in fear, Nova stumbled a step, and a brief trickle of hot urine escaped her quivering bladder. As she regained her composure, she scowled as she felt the warm moistness of the absorbed urine on the soft surface of the pull-up. Adding to her apprehension was the few women scattered around the village who were seemingly unperturbed by the assault, with their response being limited to brief glances and quiet mutters of “poor bastard”. She took some solace in the fact that the darkness hid her shame. Eventually, Nova’s trek led her into the forest, ending in a fenced compound primarily of corrugated metal and rust, hidden from air by the vegetation reclaiming the land. Inside a chain-link enclosure rested a small cargo vessel, long retired from its service. The airship’s interior had been gutted to make room for several seats, but the battered craft’s greatest enhancement was in its masking projectors. Hidden in a maze of exposed components on the left lay a device which allowed the ship to modify its appearance at will. It was nearly instrumental in the raids that Nova sustained herself on, and now the airship once again would be heading out to the outer arms of the City. In the pitch-blackness of the ship, Nova stumbled her way around the metal belly to enter the cockpit, only separated from the hold by a thin metal wall with a door permanently jammed into an open position. As she lowered herself into the jumpseat, she reached behind her for a small button haphazardly taped to the wall, which on her press activated a small flickering light next to her instrument panel. In an effort to save precious energy required to feed the cloaking device, the lighting built into the panel had been gutted, and the only thing illuminating the panel now was a small lamp, flickering in its faded glass sphere. “I’ll probably have enough to dump this piece of shit in a year”. She flicked the ignition and pulled the heavy levers sending the engines sputtering to life behind her. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ It would be hours until the ship, plodding at its lethargic pace, would reach the outer rim of the City in which the target was currently located. Although she hated the long and tedious journey, in which the clunker needed to be put back on course after drifting in a random direction every fifteen minutes, Nova knew that her destination represented a rare opportunity to get one of the largest bounties in her life. The aristocrats was easy to manipulate; if one was to take hold of information compromising their image all of them would unhesitatingly distribute incredible bribes for silence. It was a system was nearly begging for someone to take advantage of. After years of experience, her raids and attacks were easy to her. With knowledge of the City’s arsenal, it was child's play to bypass the often inept security of high-ranking officials, and then it was a case of engaging in combat and recording the inevitable accident. And then the recording could be sold back to her target for extraordinary prices. Nova usually chose targets with less important positions which would also afford her less security to bypass . However, this time would be very different. She would be executing her attack on the Major General Challant, who would be in the outer rim district to oversee the training of an expeditionary force. As was the case with many non-critical government officials, she would be doing so with very little security. Besides, she was always more of a tactician than a battle-hardened warrior. This would be even easier than taking on an oligarch. About three hours into the journey slowly but surely the amount of traffic around Nova began to increase, and slowly but surely the mile-high skyscrapers rose out of the planet's curvature. Only now did Nova begin to make the final preparations for her mission - from a metal box on the side of her seat she took a recording device, and a large datapad on a worn and scratched leather wristband. It was a portable casting device, a favorite of connivers everywhere, which allowed the wearer to take the appearance of nearly anybody albeit with a small delay and wrist-scalding heat. Perhaps the most powerful weapon in Nova’s arsenal, even this heavily used unit had cost fifteen jobs' worth of currency on the black market. Mere possession of one such caster was grounds for arrest in the City. With the ship about to descend into the metropolis, Nova turned on the magical generator, giving the freighter the appearance of a small charter vessel. She disguised herself too with her own bracelet, and in an instant her combat armor and fatigues were now the clothes of an Imperial civilian. With everything set, Nova now turned the ship and began its landing sequence, flying what appeared to be a charter vessel directly into the large port of the city. Somewhat clumsily, she coaxed the ungainly beast into the sprawling mass of skyships and maintenance crews, and eventually she touched down next to a unloading cargo vessel. With a few flicks turning off several switches and a pull of a heavy lever, the ship’s magical systems ground to a halt, and a door flipped open allowing Nova to disembark. All around her, the majesty of the City came into Nova's view. Nearly every structure was built out of crystalline glass polished to a shimmer, and nearly all of them seemed to be connected with an intricate web of sky-bridges, many reaching thirty or forty stories high from the immaculate streets of the City. Giant screens and neon signs promoting a variety of goods threw light everywhere, turning the already intricate shadows on the ground into a flurry of decorative architectural features. Overhead a train, silent and incredibly fast, shot through a transparent tube high enough above the ground that passengers may have felt that they were flying. There were people here too, masses of men, women and children walking in the streets with little to no commotion among their ranks. Everyone simply made their way past each other silently without interaction. In a crowd of such proportions, one was nearly impossible to see. With the bracelet carefully concealed under what an onlooker would see as a long sleeve, Nova’s civilian disguise allowed her to easily meld into the crowd for her short walk to the residential blocks. As she walked in the armor invisible to those around her, Nova could feel the pressure mounting on her bladder from the long voyage and she began to scan around her for a public restroom. With a heightened pace, the brunette pushed her way through the throng, her rapid strides taking her past blocks of glass facades eventually reaching a security checkpoint, set up in the presence of the Major General’s visit. Although the checkpoint would be simple enough to breaking through, with only a few light barriers and a distracted guard, it was easy to tell that starting a fight would not be go unnoticed with the hundreds of roaming eyes all around. Ducking into a small alleyway discreetly tucked behind a shop, Nova smirked as she gave her bracelet a few taps and gestures, and with a wisp her clothes immediately transformed into that of a senior guard for the residential block. Her victory was short-lived, however, it was at that moment that Nova sensed a figure shoot into the alley behind her. She had been followed. Nova’s hand shot for a knife, but the figure from behind her seemed to move impossibly fast as it twisted her arm and used the brunt of its body to hurl her against the wall. The cold metal of a gunbarrel pressed against the small of her back and was forcefully twisted against her body armor. It was a maneuver Nova knew would draw out as much pain and fear as possible. “Who sent you?” A cold and hostile voice of a female soldier. Nova’s eyes were wide with shock and terror, and her body gave a few quakes as it collapsed under the soldier’s strong grasp. Despite her training, her very full bladder had let go the moment that she had been forced into the wall. The relatively thin padding of the pull-up swelled with urine, and as she jammed her only free hand into her crotch to desperately stem the torrent of hot piss from the crux of her thighs she could feel a few small rivulets of urine leak down her legs. Her bowels gave way as well, pushing solid mess into the backside of her diaper, and she could feel the small diaper strain to contain her foul release. The assailant laughed haughtily as she observed Nova’s fearful reaction accompanied by the lingering odor of shit in the air. From her pinned position, Nova could feel her fear rapidly turn into anger, and as soon as the soldier’s grip loosened she immediately sprang into action. Breaking free of the soldier’s grasp, she twisted her body around, and in one rapid motion, her now-free arms snatched her two knives from their sheaths. With their blades pointed at the enemy, she lunged forward with ferocity and stabbed down. Much to her disbelief, the sharp blades found nothing. From a crouching position, Nova took the brief moment to size up her discombobulated opponent. The soldier was built similarly to her, with silvery hair tied in a bun, but wore almost no armor and held a simple snub-nosed handgun. She was wearing heavy goggles - was that how she could see through the disguise? On her back there was a rifle, and her waist a bayonet. Now regaining her senses, she was staggering back and bringing her pistol to bear. Nova lunged without hesitation, and although she was fast enough to send the pistol clattering to the floor, she still felt the speed of her maneuver shake loose a brief trickle of urine from her not yet empty bladder into her soaked diaper. Watching the woman recover from the failed strike revealed to Nova that the battle would not last long. Instead of reaching for the bayonet on her waist, the soldier clumsily reached for the rifle on her back. While the soldier fumbled with her heavy weapon, Nova jabbed forward with a knife. Although the woman recoiled quickly, she noticeably whimpered in pain, and her blood stained her jacket. Nova grinned as the crimson droplets dotted the cold stone ground. With renewed vigor, the soldier lunged again, the gash on her back only increasing her tenacity. Nova could read her attacks, and this time as she dove out of the way Nova lashed a kick to her opponent’s arm. In an instant, the rifle clattered uselessly to the ground. Before the knight could reach her dropped bayonet Nova had already delivered a powerful kick to her stomach. Nova could see the terror in her opponent’s eyes as her body keeled over against the wall, and the trickles of urine running past the knight’s dampened shorts quickly turned into streams of piss pouring down her bare legs. The knight’s shorts sagged down as well, accompanied by the distinctive sounds of a bowel accident. Nova turned to her now-helpless assailant, and slammed the hilt of her knife into the the soldier’s head, instantly incapacitating her. No sense in raising the price on her head over killing a goon. With the guard splayed out on the ground, Nova assessed herself and their brief scuffle. It seemed that the sounds of the city had drowned out the fight, and it would also be unlikely for anybody to go into an alley like this. Save for a few scratches near her neck, Nova was unhurt as well; and despite the sodden padding rapidly cooling near her skin and the lump in the back of her pants it seemed like she had just barely spared her fatigues. With a sigh, Nova crouched down to the soldier, and opened the small satchel on her waist. Inside, she found the standard first aid equipment supplied by the City, as well as a few gold coins which Nova pocketed. Reaching deeper into the satchel, the tips of her fingers grasped something vaguely cloth-like, and as she pulled the object out Nova realized that it was a thick diaper, folded into thirds and adorned with childish designs. With the image of the soldier lying in a puddle of her piss despite the thick diaper, Nova laughed haughtily in spite of her own soiled state. From a pocket in her armor, Nova produced a spare diaper, and after scanning the area for any wanderers, she quickly stripped out of her fatigues and soaked pull-up. After a makeshift cleaning of herself with a bandage from the soldier, Nova quickly slipped into the childish garment tossing the used one into a dark corner. With a sigh and a burning on her face, Nova started on her way to the penthouse, stopping only to pick up the rifle for a second and hold it in her hands. It was a beautifully engineered automatic weapon, kitted out with the latest in ranging and targeting devices that the City could afford all packed into a compact and sleek package. It would be a fantastic addition to her collection - but Nova could also feel the substantial weight of the weapon. She had a job to do, and the rifle would only slow her down. Without care or caution, the gun clattered onto the ground. “Fucking bureaucrats”, Nova muttered as she leapt onto a catwalk, breezing past the view of any guards at the checkpoint. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Still bristling from the unexpected encounter, Nova entered the building wearing the disguise of a young professional. As soon as she entered the heavy, gilded doors of the tower, she was immediately greeted with a blast of cold air and the sickly-sweet scent of perfume. Nova shivered imperceptibly as she walked across the marble floor of the atrium as excessive as the building’s exterior - in spite of all the building’s grace and opulence, it did not feel welcoming or comfortable to the fighter. With a smirk, Nova noted that the guards seemed completely oblivious to her; none had even bothered to glance in her direction. Of course, who would suspect the slender businesswoman of causing any harm? The guards on the higher floors, Nova knew, would not be as unobservant. Taking a quick glance to ensure that the guards were preoccupied, she ducked into a short hallway and opened a door marked for employees only. As the door swung shut behind her, Nova watched the sliver of light cast on the floor shrink before the heavy thud indicated that there was no longer any trace of her entry. The stairwell she had now entered was barren and concrete, similar to the architecture in Nova’s home. Expertly, she traversed the nearly pitch-black stairs on instinct alone, until she had reached a large chasm with several large machines humming with a high-pitched whine, as the building blueprints she acquired had depicted. At the back of this large atrium was a set of heavy double doors, marked with brightly colored tape. The cargo elevator. The only place where someone could do to the upper floors undetected. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ "There's an intruder in the hotel. Security has been notified. Stay in your room and lock the doors." The tall, redheaded commander barked the warning into a small commuications device linked directly to the general's quarters. She put the device down with some force, turned around, and stepped into a suit of standard issue armor. With rough and deliberate strength, she hefted a large sniper rifle from a rack stacked with similar instruments, and as she slung the powerful weapon over her shoulders she began to go down the concrete staircase at a moderate jog. Towards the back of the large expanse of the penthouse, in a room with full glass windows covered by blinds, the diplomat bade her aides to hide. She herself was entirely unperturbed by the development, immediately going back to behind her entire oak desk, and waited for her guard to take care of the threat. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Show yourself!" The command came reverberating down the halls followed quickly by the cacophony of moving armor. Nova cursed as she pressed her back hard against the wall. She had not planned to encounter resistance this early. Not all was lost, however. Crouching at the ready she produced from her pocket a fist-sized, crudely fashioned bomb. Although the impure explosives created by the mudsills could do little damage to the unit through detonation, it was enough for a blinding flash and incredibly loud explosion. As the sparks flew burning the string down to the explosive core, Nova threw the makeshift flashbang at the wall directly opposite her, sending the explosive ricocheting towards the direction of the voice. There was a deafening bang and an immediate smell of heavy smoke in the air. Despite her mental preparation for the detonation, Nova still felt a second-long stream of urine meet her diaper. She, however, had no time to waste on cursing her bladder - she had also made out the sound of a clattering, possibly a weapon hitting the floor. In a flash, her SMG was out of its chest holster and in her hands. With her hands on the trigger, she used the wall as a starting block to burst past the corner of the hallway below hopefully before whoever was there could recover from the blast. If her quarry was still reeling, perhaps a quick pistol-whip would suffice, and if not the gun had a silencer. However, as soon as she had done so her underestimation of her opponent had become painfully obvious. She first felt the arm slam into her throat, then the fist that struck her stomach with such force that combined with the momentum of her sprint would send her flying into the cold floor of the penthouse, and the SMG clattering across the floor. Acting on pure instinct, Nova immediately twisted her body around just to see her assailant reach with deadly speed towards a holstered pistol. Her eyes widened in raw fear, and her bladder released in terror, a forceful stream of urine poured into her diaper which rapidly swelled with warm urine. With no time to think and with all her strength, Nova threw her body towards the standing figure; her heart screamed in her ears body as the strike connected staggering the guard. Only as she scrambled to her hands and feet was Nova aware of the growing warmth between her legs; fortunately although she had completely lost control of her bladder for those terrifying seconds it seemed that the diaper had managed to contain her brief lapse in continence. With renewed vigor, Nova sprung to her feet before her opponent could find her service weapon, and with her entire body weight struck the guard in the jaw with her fist. Without needing to reach for the arsenal she carried, she followed the attack with a flurry of punches and kicks channeled with the raw vigor of adrenaline. As the guard keeled over, Nova threw the woman into an exotic wooden table, the back of the commander landing forcefully on an ornamental crystal bowl shattering the intricate glass vestibule. Standing over her defeated adversary, Nova smiled cruelly as she unsheathed the glinting knives in one fluid motion. “N..no… please don’t kill me.” The plead came as a whimper. Tears filled the once proud soldier’s eyes as she tried pitifully to crawl away from a painful demise, her gun lost and her body cut and bleeding by the shards now scattered on the floor. The soldier had forgone any sort of protection, and as she pleaded woefully for mercy she could feel but was powerless to stop her bladder from completely relaxing, emptying a torrent of warm piss which soaked through her panties and fatigues rapidly and formed a rapidly-growing puddle on the floor. Now cowering in fear, she could also feel her bowels relax, forcing their contents into her underwear which did little to contain the mess. With the lingering odor in the air now demonstrating the soldier’s cowardice, Nova scoffed condescendingly as she sheathed her knives on a worn bandolier. She had no time to dwell on unimportant targets. Breaking into a run, Nova bolted down the tall, windowed halls of the penthouse, the sound of her boots striking the hard ground reverberating through the floor and her brown hair flying wildly behind her. The General's door would be at the end of the floor, behind an grand atrium of glass ceiling and marble pillars. No more guards stood in the way of the suite's door. Pay was fifteen, fourteen, thirteen steps away now. A glint of red appeared against the warm rays of the sun struck the very edge of Nova's vision. Danger. The run turned into a dive as she slammed bodily into the marbled tile, followed not a moment later by a deafening explosion as shattered glass rained all around her. Thank fuck their snipers can't aim without laser dots. A combat roll sent crystal shards bit into the unarmored portions of Nova's skin, but it was a small sacrifice to avoid decapitation from afar. Bringing her arms close to her stomach, she felt the shape of a small cylindrical grenade, the latest in the City's arsenal. Her fingers flicked to the two trigger pins, and in one quick and desperate motion she threw out both pins. Although she had squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away, the searing flash sent flashes of purple and blue all across her vision. But Nova noticed only the crack of a gunshot racing across the sea of skyscrapers, coinciding with the tiny flash of white to her left. Nova snapped her head towards its source, the top of a glass tower only about a block away. It was easy to discern the black figure against the white of building. The sniper had chosen a poor roost, a clean and clinical modern rooftop where any obtrusion would stand out instantly instead of blending in with AC units and overhead cables. Returning fire would be futile, but the window of opportunity was all she really needed. Still, Nova unloaded her weapon at her target out of spite if nothing else. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Missed!" The transmission seemed ages ago, yet still pounded in the redhead's soul as she retreated from her position. She had lost her target in the shattering glass, and she had only found her for an instant before her retina, locked into the scope, exploded with a blinding flash of light. Panic had forced her finger on the trigger and urine into her combat slacks. She had scrambled to get up from her prone position with the acrid piss running down her thighs when the unmistakable sound of bullets started to bounce off the roof all around her. The staccato explosion of glass windows was simply too much, and the once proud commander fell on her knees as the puddle of pee below her grew. Terror relaxed her body and a foul mush forced its way into her panties. She had crawled with dampened fatigues clinging to her skin and a load in her pants all the way back to the stairwell, and hardly noticed as she collapsed in a sitting position right on top of her mess. With a quavering voice of defeat and terror, she whimpered into her radio, "Target's still there. You've got a fight. Please be careful". And with tears, "I'm sorry". ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ The flimsy lock on the door gave way to Nova’s imposing figure without any resistance. Walking with slow, purposeful steps, Nova rapidly closed the distance between her and the desk of the General located at the back of the room. Challant was not there. Where was she? "Come out now with your hands up and I won't kill you!". “What do you want?” The words, dripping with contempt instead of terror, took Nova off guard. She stopped in her tracks, halfway to the large desk. “I’m here to kill you.” It wasn’t exactly the truth, but it helped in making you target truly afraid of her life. Nova drew her gun and moved towards the desk. It was at that moment when the room exploded with light and the smell of propellant. The screaming automatic bark of an assault rifle reverberated off the sides of the room. The scream that came out of Nova was fueled by absolute terror as she dove behind the cover of a wall jutting out from the room's sides. Warmth radiated through her crotch as a small stream of piss escaped into her already sodden diaper. As her fear subsided, Nova felt adrenaline course through her entire body. This fight would be nothing like she had planned for. The gunfire stopped for just long enough for Nova to burst out from cover with her automatic weapon in her grip. Her opponent was dressed in the ornamental garb of generals conducting diplomacy, a starched white uniform with a chest full of gleaming medals. In her hands was a short, snub-nosed rifle smoking at the barrel. It didn't faze Nova, in her element now, with surprise and speed on her side against the combat incompetence of military high brass. She hadn't originally planned to kill the general, but the fight was too dangerous to continue. The SMG's silenced found its mark quickly, and Nova's finger squeezed the trigger. Muffled, silenced bullets erupted out of the suppressor without any telltale flash. They were all aimed directly at center mass. But the spray of blood didn't erupt from Challant's unarmored chest. How the fuck could I have missed? Only then did Nova see the shimmering purple sheen that enveloped half of the room. Some sort of energy shield? Force field? She didn't spend much time on the question before Challant responded with her much louder fully automatic fire. Nova hadn't stopped moving since she came out of cover, and she broke into a full sprint towards a connecting hall. Speed and size made her a small target, but just as she reached the door a bullet struck her armored abdomen. The kinetic force of the impact made her stagger, and a searing pain sliced across her hip. Still running and full of adrenaline, Nova didn't notice as her bladder emptied in terror. The padding tucked discreetly between her thighs rapidly expanded as it absorbed the torrent of hot piss, pressing warmly against her crotch even as her pee continued to soak the waiting padding. A hot stream of pee running warmly down her thigh finally alerted Nova to her accident just as she ducked behind a corner, and the flow of urine finally stemmed. It was obvious that the diaper, now tugging against Nova's waist, would not hold another drop of her pee. More pressing matters occupied Nova's attention as she checked her wound. Blood was dripping from her armor, but the bullet had mostly grazed her side. A quick glance of the room around her revealed a kitchen without cover. She couldn't hear the general give chase, probably because she wouldn't have the protection of the force field here. It was obvious at this point that the mission was a failure. As she leaned against a wall, her muscles burning and her chest pounding, Nova saw her opportunity for escape in a door marked by a glowing FIRE EXIT sign. It wouldn't be a silent escape, but she would at least be able to save her life. The SMG was strapped back across her chest, and she quickly tapped into her bracelet to give herself the appearance of a hotel employee. Down the concrete staircase she went. Shit shit shit shit shit. At least I'm still alive. Climbing down to the ground floor obviously wasn't an option, but the disguise would allow her to disembark at any floor and blend in quickly. The cooling urine against her crotch reminded her of a pressing need to clean herself up soon. With a sinking heart, Nova realized that she was wearing her last diaper. Going back to the ship commando with the rough fabric of the fatigues was not her idea of a good end to a mission. As Nova rounded first corner of the stairwell, the butt of a rifle slammed into the side of her head. All 130 pounds of her were sent careening into the hard concrete floor. Before she knew it a shoe slammed into the small of her back, pinning her to the ground, and a gun's barrel pressed painfully into her scalp. A raspy woman's voice screamed for her to "Put your hands on the back of your head!". Tears of exhaustion and of unadulterated terror reached Nova's eyes. Her body quivered and the remainder of her bladder came pouring out into her already drenched diaper, which quickly reached its capacity allowing the acrid yellow liquid to stream down her legs, soaking her panties and darkening her fatigues. The contents of her bowels also came tumbling out in fear, pressed against the back of her ass by the tight fabric of the diaper. The redheaded commander looked in disgust at her prisoner, lying in a puddle of her own piss on the floor and who had, judging by the odor, obviously just shit herself. This was the woman who had escaped her aim earlier? A quick search of her waist revealed no handcuffs to restrain the would-be assassin. In no mood to show Nova any mercy, she reached for her electroshock gun and turned it up to the maximum allowable voltage, and savored in the process taking careful aim at Nova before shooting the arcing electricity into the cowering body. The bounty hunter convulsed on the ground before going entirely limp, allowing for the commander to strip her of the knives, grenades, and gun. She reached for her radio. "This is Thirteen. Target neutralized. Send in the grunts. And she'll need herself a diaper change".

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Hello, everyone! I have decided to continue the saga of Angelica and Lily on a new posting, since I couldn't figure out how to add tags to the old one. The first four chapters can be found here: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/54188-angelica-and-lily/ And now, here is chapter five! Please note, this is the first chapter that contains overtly sexual content. Contains: masturbation (kind of), spanking (kind of) Chapter 5: Amusement Park “Wait, what? You don’t like roller coasters?” Lily gaped at Angelica, her question hanging in the air. Her face was plastered with an “I-can’t-believe-you-just-said-that” stunned expression. Angelica tried to let the question slip by unanswered and kept her eyes on the road. But when she looked back to Lily, she was still boring into her with that gaze, waiting for an answer. Angelica faced the road again, then back towards Lily, expecting her at any time to crack a smile and move on. When this didn’t happen, Angelica gave an awkward chuckle, trying to laugh it off. Lily didn't break. “I mean, I just don't like the feeling you get on them. That can't be that weird—I’m sure there are a lot of people who don't like roller coasters.” “Yeah, but if you don't like them, then why did you go along with this idea at all? I said we should go to Firefly Thrills because I thought we would both have fun. You should've told me you didn't want to go!” Angelica didn’t know how to respond. Usually she went along with whatever Lily suggested, partly because Lily had the greater enthusiasm and partly because she also had the better ideas. One could only suggest “Let’s have a night where we stay at home and read” so many times before someone will start to wonder how it’s a two-person activity. The fact was, though, that she had grown accustomed to letting Lily plan things. There had been enough ideas that she hadn’t expected to like but wound up liking anyway for her to be content to leave things as they were. And for those things that she didn’t end up enjoying—their ill-fated trip to the haunted house came to mind—well, it usually took less emotional energy to endure it than to try to protest it. In addition, the two of them hadn’t done anything big together in the time after Angelica’s issue at Brenda Davis’s party a month before. So when Lily had said they should go to an amusement park for her birthday, Angelica agreed without making a fuss. She had almost forgotten about how strange it would seem to anyone who was outside of her own brain for her to happily go along with something she disliked. Now that Lily was putting her on the spot about it, she realized she didn’t have much of a good explanation. Readjusting her grip on the steering wheel and shuffling uncomfortably in her seat, Angelica cleared her throat and said, “Well, it’s for your birthday, and you suggested it, so, I, uh, I thought…you wanted…” Lily pulled her legs up to her chest on the passenger seat and let her head lean over against the headrest, her face crestfallen. “Aw, Angie, I didn’t mean to make you come. I just thought it would be fun. I thought we’d both have fun! Did you think I didn’t care what you thought?” Angelica gave Lily a quick conciliatory glance in between maintaining her attention on the road. She switched her blinker on and pulled off onto the exit for the park. “Oh, no! No, that’s not it. Okay. Listen. Sure, I don’t really like them, but, but, I also haven’t been on one for a long time…maybe I’ll like it more this time.” She gave a saccharine smile to Lily. When Lily’s expression didn’t lift, Angelica pressed further. “It’s like, so many times, you have great ideas, Lil. Even if I don’t think I’ll have fun, I usually do. So I agreed because you’re my best friend, and I know you’ll have fun, and if you have fun, then I probably will too. Okay?” Lily’s smile returned and she straightened her head. “You mean it?” Angelica nodded at her, smiling genuinely. The usual pep returned to Lily’s voice and she faced forward again. “Thanks, Angie. That means a lot.” Angelica pulled the car off the service road into the entrance to the park’s parking lot. A sign reading “FIREFLY THRILLS PARK” in bright, colorful letters arched over the entryway. Lily was almost squealing with delight—actually, she was squealing with delight—as they collected their parking pass from the automatic dispenser and made their way into the crowded lot, slowing down for hordes of visitors—families with small children like firecrackers of excitement, young couples draped romantically over each other, and the occasional day camp group, all wearing matching neon T-shirts. Once they found a parking spot, Angelica put up the sunshade and insisted that they both put on sunscreen before going inside. Lily gave a little pout but complied. After a hasty application, Angelica had to take half a minute to rub in all the places that Lily had missed, all while telling her good-naturedly to stop whining and sit still. Once this ordeal was over, they both exited the car and stretched their legs, with Angelica using a hand to shield her eyes as they adjusted to the bright sun. As she squinted in the cloudless daylight, she tucked her brown hair behind her ears and wondered offhand if she had dressed too warmly, wearing a dark gray T-shirt, jeggings, and tennis shoes. The T-shirt she had picked because it was the only one she owned long enough to provide at least some cover to her bottom, with every curve visible in its current tight embrace by the jeggings. The jeggings she had picked because they were the only clean thing she had that wasn’t a skirt. She almost never wore them, and felt slightly self-conscious wearing them now, usually preferring outfits that weren’t so…form-fitting. Lily, on the other hand, had on a pink tank top, yellow shorts, and sandals. As she put her blonde hair into a ponytail, she appeared to Angelica as though she had stepped right of the pages of a department store’s summer sale circular. Angelica looked over at the gateway to the park’s interior, a good hundred yards away, and guessed that they wouldn’t allow outside food in. With that in mind, she grabbed her water bottle from the cupholder in the car door and chugged the rest of it, burping discreetly when finished. Even though probably eighty percent or more of the rides in the park wouldn’t be fun to her, she had to admit that on a whole, the place gave off an air of inviting excitement. And she was with her best friend, for her birthday. A smile crept up one side of her mouth and she turned back towards Lily. “C’mon, Lil. Let’s go have fun.” ~*~*~*~*~ The two girls had been at the park for close to two hours, and Angelica had not been on a single roller coaster, despite Lily’s pleas. During that time, every time Lily joined the line for one, Angelica would stay behind and watch, also taking the opportunity to examine the nearby park maps. In this way she gradually familiarized herself with every attraction there was which lacked excessive G-forces. She would also use the time to sneak in intermittent texts to Brian. Ever since she had admitted her attraction to him, she had taken the initiative to reach out and try to start some kind of a friendship. So far he had responded amiably, though Angelica had tried to act reserved and not come exploding into his life with professions of undying love like some kind of psycho. So, things were going well, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he knew how she felt—and if he felt the same way too. Then, once Lily had finished her ride, Angelica would point out a tamer one that they could both go on, and so they spent their time alternating back and forth. In the hot sun, both friends had to routinely stop by water fountains to rehydrate. Angelica was definitely drinking more, though, since she could do so while Lily was in line. This, combined with the water bottle from earlier, caused her to begin to notice a need for a toilet after about an hour in the park. She didn’t pay much attention to it, however, since the two of them were trying to get in as much fun as possible in the time they had, and Angelica told herself she could go by a bathroom any time she needed. Meanwhile, her stomach had begun to growl as well, and she thought it was probably about time for them to get lunch. As Lily breathlessly caught up to Angelica at the exit of The Devil’s Tower, a coaster that excelled in vertical drops and time spent upside down, Angelica gave her a smile to match Lily’s own grin of exhilaration, standing up from the bench she had been sitting on. Lily, though, staggered over to the bench and flopped right down on it, causing Angelica to laugh and sit down again. Lily’s head was lying back and she still seemed out of breath, though Angelica couldn’t tell how much of it was actual and how much was Lily just being overly dramatic in her excitement. “So, how was it? New favorite?” Every roller coaster that Lily had ridden that day had been subsequently declared her “new favorite.” Lily lifted her head ever so slightly. “Definitely.” She dropped her head down again and laughed. “You really need to go on one, Angie. They are like, so much fun. Really, you’ve gotta try one. I think you’ll enjoy it a lot more than you think.” Angelica laughed dismissively, hoping to dispel the thought from Lily’s mind. “Yeah, well, I know you’re enjoying them. That’s enough for me, really.” Lily raised her head all the way up and looked Angelica in the eye. “Could you at least try one today?” When Angelica laughed again, she puckered her lower lip in a fake pout. “Pwetty pwease? It’s for my birthday.” Angelica just chuckled and shook her head. She didn’t have it in her to be a stick-in-the-mud whenever Lily got this silly. As Lily’s infantile pleadings continued, eventually Angelica broke. “All right, all right! You win, ya big baby. One. I will go on one roller coaster today.” Lily giggled gleefully and rubbed her hands together. “Yay! Now I just have to think of the perfect one for you to lose your roller coaster virginity on!” “Oh my gosh.” Angelica covered her face with one hand, embarrassed by Lily’s comment. It only had the effect of making Lily break out afresh into tittering cackles. Angelica sat there, mouth scrunched up on one side, and stared off into the crowds while waiting for Lily to get it out of her system. As Lily’s snickers died down, Angelica turned back towards her with an exaggerated “ANYWAY,” making Lily cover her mouth to keep from laughing again. Even Angelica couldn’t resist the smile playing on one corner of her mouth. “I’m hungry. Do you think we should go get something to eat? There’s a place here that sells pizza. I thought it looked pretty good.” Lily leaned forward on the bench, preparing to stand. “Yeah, good idea. Pizza sounds good. You’ll have to lead the way.” They both stood and began walking when Lily suddenly stopped. At Angelica’s puzzled look, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Wait a second. After we eat, we’ll have to wait a while before we can go on a roller coaster again.” Angelica tried to follow Lily’s train of thought without success. “So?” Lily arched an eyebrow with an “I’m-on-to-you” expression. “So, you just said you’d go on a roller coaster today. Are you trying to get out of it now?” “What? No, of course not.” “Well, I can just hear you now: ‘Sorry, Lil, but I’m still too full. I don’t think I can ride yet. Oh, what’s that? It’s time for us to go? Oops, sorry about that.’” She put her hands on her hips in mock accusation. “Come on, Lil, I won’t do that. I promised I’d ride one.” Lily’s face immediately switched to a bright, bubbly smile. “Great! So let’s do it now, and we can eat lunch after.” Angelica’s eyes darkened as she realized she’d been played. When she had said she would go on a roller coaster today, she hadn’t really thought that meant today today. It felt more like homework that you could just keep putting off for a few hours more. In her gut, she wanted to avoid it as long as possible, but in her head, she knew that Lily was probably right. Hey, and if she got it over with now, then she’d be free for the rest of the day. It was probably best to do it now, then, but the thought still made her stomach churn with anxiety. She also felt her bladder give off a stronger twinge, letting her know that it would need attention soon. Okay, fine. They could do this first, then she’d stop by the bathroom on the way to get lunch. Lily’d probably need to go, too. She licked her lips, then said, “Okay. Sure. Let’s do it.” The next minute or so was spent with Lily deliberating over which would be the perfect experience for Angelica to get her feet wet on. After a fair amount of voluble considerations, she concluded that the ideal roller coaster would be The Typhoon, which, according to Lily, boasted the optimal balance of creativity with tried-and-true solid design. Angelica didn’t have much to say in response, but she couldn’t help but be a little impressed at how much of a connoisseur Lily evidently was, though her insides were still unsettled. After a few minutes’ walk, both girls came upon the entrance to The Typhoon. A painted blue walkway led up one story to where the ride itself began. As they entered the walkway, Angelica took a deep breath. So, this was really happening. She could feel her nerves start to stand on edge, making her stomach quiver. At least that helped with not feeling quite so hungry. As they joined the end of the line, she drummed absentmindedly on the railing, not knowing what to do with her hands. Trying to peer ahead, Angelica could see a decently lengthy line ahead of them, even though there were two cars running on the roller coaster. She sighed and ran her tongue across the roof of her mouth, trying to quell her jitters. At first, Lily tried to engage Angelica in a conversation about the upcoming ride, but such a topic couldn’t be sustained for long, and the line was advancing steadily, but slowly. Instead, she resorted to merely making idle chitchat during the wait. Angelica wasn’t much in the mood for talking—she seldom was when feeling anxious—and this was no exception. She tried to breathe evenly and smoothly, telling herself to just relax. It only worked so much. On top of her anxiousness, over the course of the wait, she could feel her bladder steadily filling more. After about ten minutes the feeling was ever present, and by the time they had been in line for twenty minutes, she found it difficult to think about anything else. The butterflies in her stomach weren’t helping. Raising her head as insouciantly as she could, she tried to gauge how much of the line remained ahead of them. They were now next to the stretch of track where passengers would embark and disembark, but at this point the line began doing switchbacks, lengthening the number of people in front of them. Lily had stopped talking at all, most likely because the noise of the coaster was right next to them and drowned out any attempt at conversation. Angelica was thus left alone with her thoughts…and her ever-increasing need to pee. Rocking back and forth as discreetly as she could, she nonchalantly roved her gaze about, trying to familiarize herself with as much of the track as possible. Watching car after car make the loop, she estimated that the ride lasted about two minutes in total. Most of the path it took was hidden from view from where they stood, but she counted the seconds between shrieks and did her best to estimate the steepness of the drop based off the intensity of the screaming. There wasn’t much else to do, and both her stomach and her bladder were getting increasingly tingly as time passed, inexorably drawing her nearer to experiencing those drops and twists herself. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath, reminding herself over and over that this was it, just one, and then she’d be done. Without warning, her bladder suddenly constricted, making her have to quickly cross one leg over the other. No, no! Just hold on! She could tell that she wasn’t yet desperate—it was just nerves. Take another deep breath, just like that. That’s it. She was in control. The line moved forward slightly, and Angelica uncrossed her legs and closed the gap. If only the line were shorter! At this point, the waiting itself was the worst part. She moved her weight to one leg, then the other. Stay calm. Stay calm and everything would be all right. She leaned herself against the railing and watched Lily. If Lily suspected that she needed to pee, then they would both end up in the same boat. Lily, however, was busy watching the coaster carriages arrive and depart with an eager expression on her face. Watching her friend’s excitement helped take Angelica’s mind off her own need for a toilet. After a few seconds, Lily noticed Angelica watching her and flashed her a smile, wiggling her eyebrows. Angelica smiled back. Maybe she would enjoy this more than she thought. At least now her bladder had seemed to quiet down. See, she’d be fine. There were probably only a few more minutes in line. Sure enough, about three minutes later, they found themselves passing through the gate onto the metal platform above which the seats were suspended. Each carriage had four rows of four seats each, and as Lily and the other fourteen people quickly swarmed the rows, Angelica hung behind, her nerves now making her breathing quicken, and hesitated. Now that she was seeing it up close, the coaster was bigger than she had realized, and she swallowed. Her throat was dry, and she admitted to herself that she felt afraid. Lily was already seated and saw Angelica still standing off to the side. She gave a big smile and waved her arm in a large gesture, waving for Angelica to come and find a seat. Angelica returned a half-hearted smile, took a breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped forward. She was the only person still standing, and so she was forced to take the only empty seat left, which was unfortunately two rows behind Lily, who had, unsurprisingly, sat in the front. She moved in between the two rows and climbed in between the two other riders on either side. Angelica tentatively slid into the hard plastic seat and wriggled her bottom, trying to get comfortable. Like many roller coasters, it was designed to restrict your movement as much as possible from every angle, and, as such, the seat was contoured to fit the average rear end. She tried fidgeting for a few seconds before realizing that her efforts weren’t going to change the shape of the coaster’s seat and subsequently sat still. Now that she was actually sitting on the coaster, about to ride, she could feel her heart beating faster. Her apprehension made her head feel like it was filling with pressure, making her ears pop and her peripheral vision weird. Trying to soothe her autonomic nervous system, she swallowed, folded her hands across her lap, and closed her eyes while regulating her breathing. Deep breath in, slooooowly let it out. That was better. She suppressed a nervous yawn. As the seconds ticked by in her head, Angelica felt her bladder tightening again. She took another deep breath and told herself it was just nerves. She didn’t have to go that badly. Due to her past experiences, she knew that if she had thought she was entering the danger zone, she would have simply left the line. Better to have to wait another half hour than to take that risk. As of now, though, she would have to make sure that they went by a bathroom after this ride. On the other hand, though, maybe it was only from anxiousness, and she wouldn’t have to go once the ride was over? No, but that would mean repeating this whole inner debate—over whether or not she should have gone to the bathroom—on the next ride. At least this should be her only roller coaster. That at least was a comfort. And besides, they were going to have lunch after this, which would be the ideal time to go pee. At the moment, however, she felt tingles going through her crotch and tried to squeeze her thighs together, though the movement was inhibited by the piece of metal between her legs, where the top part of the harness would attach. As she moved, her brow furrowed upon feeling an odd discomfort there, as if something were poking her in her private parts. Looking down, she tried to pull herself off the seat to see what it was. It looked as though a large nut was supposed to screw in there, but a specially designed one, one that would be flush with the rest of the contoured harness. Instead, there was a much larger nut, clumsily screwed on and not painted over like the rest of the seat. Most likely the original nut had been lost during maintenance, and the mechanic had just slapped on whatever he had that would fit. It was unpleasant, though, boring into her groin the way it was. Maybe she should switch seats—though that would mean expecting someone else to have to get jabbed in the crotch. Or maybe…maybe she should just take her last chance to skip out on the ride altogether. Let Lily have fun on it while she went to use the bathroom. Win-win. While she was staring at her lap and hovering above the seat, however, an amusement park worker was suddenly in front of her. Angelica heard a rehearsed “Okay, go ahead and sit down in the chair.” She looked up, seeing a freckled girl about her own age wearing the Firefly Thrills Park uniform, her eyes shadowed by her park visor. Instinctively, she found herself doing as the girl said, settling stiffly back into the seat. “There ya go. Now could you lift your arms for me?” Angelica complied, wanting to ask about changing seats, but only got so far as an “um” before the employee had pulled the over-the-shoulder harness down on its hinge until it clicked into its socket. Angelica’s minor protestation had evidently fallen on deaf ears. “Great. Now just grab onto the handles here.” The girl took hold of the handles herself, one over each of Angelica’s shoulders, to demonstrate. Once Angelica had copied this action, the girl followed it up with a sing-song “Perfect. Now I’m just gonna tighten everything up for ya, and then you’ll be good to go.” She put both hands on where the harness clicked into the seat and used her weight to push down three times, the whole row of seats shaking each time she did. On the third push, the harness clicked one more notch into its socket. At the same time, however, the sudden extra push and the shake on the seat jostled Angelica, and without warning, the nut had suddenly spread her labia and popped itself right into her genitals like a speculum. Shocked and embarrassed, she immediately gasped and felt herself go red. The girl took no notice, however. She merely gave a smile and said, “There you are! Enjoy the ride!” before turning and moving briskly and efficiently off to the side. Angelica shuffled and wiggled in her seat. The thin fabric of her panties and jeggings provided a measly barrier between the metal knob and her most sensitive, private area. Her brow wrought with consternation, she tried in vain to reposition herself so that she was no longer being violated by her chair. It was no use. She was strapped in too snugly to possibly make any difference. Looking down at where the nut was poking into her, she bit on her tongue as she attempted to use her hands to readjust herself. This too met with failure. The harness was too bulky for her to be able to reach her arm around it and access her crotch. A loud hum of the powerful roller coaster engine revving up intruded on her struggle. In a panic, she looked back up, her eyes darting to and fro to find someone who could stop the ride, stop it before it started. Her bladder gave a quick spasm and she clenched her teeth and her thighs in response. There was no way she could ride like this! She bit her lip and craned her neck, trying to see an employee whose attention she could snag. Glancing about for the bright uniform, she could feel the vibration of the heavy machinery work its way all down through her harness, making her head buzz, her ribs resonate, and her crotch… No, no, it couldn’t be! She had to get out of this seat! At that moment, though, the entire carriage of seats lifted forcefully off the ground. As it did so, the movement shifted Angelica further down onto the nut in her groin, pressing it up directly against her clitoris. She gave a sharp intake of breath and looked down. This was insane! There was no way that this could be safe or legal for park visitors. She hadn’t felt this defiled since that awful incident in senior year with that bully, Laura Katz…one that she decidedly did not want to be reminded of. She shifted more, trying but failing to pull off. Her frenzied attempts were also making her bladder tighten more and a wave of pain passed through it. She tensed all her muscles, trying to stay under control. It was challenging, considering she couldn’t close her thighs or use her hands in any way. She took another deep breath. It was only a two-minute ride. She could endure it. At least being suspended by the harness kept pressure on her urethra, since she couldn’t hold herself. The carriage shoved off from the loading area and latched onto the chain that would pull it to the top of the first drop. The rumbling of the powerful motor resonated all through the framework of the roller coaster, but Angelica noticed it most in where it was concentrated in her private parts. As their set of seats made its way slowly, painstakingly up the hill, the vibration against her clitoris continued, and she began experiencing a strange new sensation. Oddly enough, although the buzzing was amplifying her need for a toilet, the pain it produced wasn’t an unpleasant pain. It rose in tandem with an unfamiliar pleasure, producing little shooting sensations all through her crotch, pain and pleasure waltzing together in harmony. She felt her breathing grow heavier and heavier as her body temperature rose. A golden, tingly sensation was permeating her entire body, making her feel floaty, and at the same time, her bladder felt like it was constricting tighter and tighter, the pain of desperation making her leg muscles tense up and her toes curl. Or was it the strange euphoria that was doing that? Her sphincter was on fire with the pressure from her bladder, but almost right next to it, her clitoris was pulsating with jolts of ecstasy like shocks of electricity. Having the foci of such opposite sensations located in such close proximity to each other produced a feeling unlike any she had experienced before. Being a virgin, and one who had never felt drawn to experiment sexually before, Angelica didn’t recognize the feeling of a building orgasm. Her breaths were labored pants at this point, her face was flushed, and she was white knuckled from gripping the harness so hard. The roller coaster was almost at its peak, and so too were the waves of bliss coursing through her. She felt elation, but combined with fear at not knowing what was happening to her. Suddenly, a moan slipped involuntarily out of her mouth, and she bit down on her lip. But the pleasure was mounting, and so was her bladder pressure, and so was the roller coaster…and another moan came out, and then another…and her pee was about to explode out of her…and she was in heaven…and she imagined Brian’s arms around her… …and now the roller coaster was at the top… Angelica screamed, a split second before the rest of the riders. Just when she had thought there was no way she could hold back the impending flood, the roller coaster entered its parabolic drop and the vibrations on her abated. The sudden light-headedness from freefall only amplified the blinding pulses of giddy pleasure that were overtaking her body. Her head was thrown back and her eyes rolled in their sockets as her breaths heaved forcefully, trying to gulp in enough oxygen to cope with the almost frighteningly powerful ecstasy coursing through every inch of her being. Her pee hadn’t escaped, though it still felt about to break free and spray all over everything, but her panties felt strangely wet. As the coaster continued its dives and twists, the nut in her crotch buzzed intermittently, holding her in a loop of terrifying euphoria. Whereas each new drop or spin elicited shrieks from the rest of the people riding, each one brought about a fresh moan from Angelica. She was barely even aware of the ride itself, unable to think of anything but the inexorable crashing waves of rapture holding her captive. Fresh peaks of pleasure mounted again and again, each one higher than the last, until she felt sure her body couldn’t take any more. She thrashed about in her seat, overwhelmed with the enormity of the sensations she was experiencing. Each new zenith of rhapsody brought with it a new spike of desperation, however, and it was all she could do to hold her pee in. At long last, the ride evened out and began its coast back into the loading/unloading zone. Angelica had probably reached climax multiple times on the coaster itself, and a new one had been building right up to the point of release when the buzzing had leveled off. Now it was keeping her at a low simmer, neither moving her toward release nor letting her body back down to earth. Her eyes were closed, and she didn’t dare move, since her pee was right up at the edge of her sphincter, eager for freedom. If the carriage could just stop and the vibrations go away, she could be all right—probably. The seats came to a stop over the metal floor and descended for people to disembark. Angelica could feel her toes brushing the steel surface, and then the harnesses unlatched and swiveled upwards on their hydraulic springs. She waited for the vibration in the nut to die down to how it had been when she first got on the ride, but there was no change. It remained at its same low-level buzz, keeping her at a tantalized state right on the cusp of having another orgasmic wave crash over her. She held on to the sides of the chair, leaning forward, afraid to do anything else. All around her, she could hear the other park guests climbing out of their seats, laughing with post-adrenaline relief. If only that were the only kind of relief she needed. She sat there, even as she heard the gate opening for new people to get on the ride, with all manner of assorted sensations tumbling through her head—thoughts that were closer to individual stimuli than fleshed-out concepts. She was aware of her lips, then her breasts, then remembered her wet and full pants from when she first met Lily, then Brian’s smile, then the cold of her sodden shorts at the Davis household. Footsteps neared her—most likely someone who would tell her she had to leave—but it barely registered in the menagerie of variegated memories of sense churning in her brain as simultaneous pain and pleasure hovered at a crescendo in her crotch. Angelica didn’t move from her seat. She sat there, eyes squeezed shut, breathing hard, biting her lip to keep from letting out a moan—or something else. She imagined Brian kissing her, holding her, caressing her…she remembered his smell…she remembered wearing his jacket, and how it felt like he was embracing her…and then she remembered the conditions under which she had been wearing his jacket. Her bladder was constricting in throbbing pulses as the nut continued its low-level vibration inside her, and she knew that if she tried moving right now, it would be all over. She didn’t know what to do, but she couldn’t move—not now, not like this! She could hear a park employee’s voice in front of her, “Excuse me, miss? You need to get off the ride now.” Opening one eye, she saw a young man standing in front of her, eyes searching her face, likely trying to figure out what was wrong with her. Behind him and off to the side, Lily stood staring, waiting for her. The employee gently reached out a hand. “Here, let me help you out.” Her own hand shaking, Angelica gingerly took hold of his. She was still hyperventilating, and she closed her eyes again and clenched her teeth, bracing herself for extrication. Slowly, she began to shift her weight to her feet. This was a delicate procedure. Already, even with her cautious movement, the nut’s vibration against her engorged womanhood made another moan slip embarrassingly out. She had to be careful not to move to quickly, or else… Unfortunately for her, the park employee was oblivious to her predicament. As soon as Angelica had begun to move, he, most likely in an attempt to be helpful, took hold of her other arm with his free hand and pulled her up and out of the seat in one swift movement. Angelica gasped loudly, and then the sensation of the nut making one final rub as it slid across her clitoris and out from inside her caught up to her, and the mounting wave that had towered up and up and up finally crested. Angelica screamed, against her will, drawing the attention of most of those who were still standing in line. Her head fell backwards and her legs buckled, unable to support her. Knees bent inwards, she staggered, collapsing against the employee, as pleasure once again washed over her, and then lost control of her bodily functions. Her sphincter gave way entirely, and her urine rushed out into her panties, which were already wet with a spurt of something else. Angelica hovered there, still supported by the bewildered employee, like a ragdoll pumped full of endorphins, and peed her pants. Within seconds, her panties were completely saturated, and her urine spread out horizontally on either side of her crotch, darkening the fabric, before descending in an inverted triangle down her thighs. The wetness spread out on her butt as well, and in her semi-crouched position it formed a wide wet spot underneath her butt cheeks and spreading up between them. The warm flood continued down her legs in splashing, trickling streams which cascaded from the spandex fabric at the back of her thighs, under her butt, from the bottoms of her calves, and straight from her crotch. The sheer bliss at the relief doubled her existing ecstasy and made her scream again. By this time, most of the people in line were pointing and chattering among themselves, some laughing, others scandalized. The employee holding her up didn’t know what to do, and simply stared down at her with his mouth open. Most people screamed while riding the roller coaster, and very occasionally some wet themselves, but he had never seen it happen after getting off. He didn’t realize that Angelica had just gotten off in a different sense altogether. The pee kept flowing, completely uninhibited, spreading across the front and back of both legs until it met on the outside, making the blue spandex dark and shiny. As Angelica came down from her climax, the reality of what had just happened began to pierce the euphoric haze in her brain. Her already-red face turned an even deeper shade of red and she abruptly straightened herself up, supported on her own legs again, and looked down at herself. Her mind was clearer, but the aftershocks of her accidental orgasm were still at play in her body, and she was still breathing heavily. She began to shake uncontrollably as she tried in vain to cut off the flow. Even though she was very nearly empty, she had no power to staunch the release of her urine, and instead watched as the last few seconds of pee sprayed out into her panties, trickling out of her pants to splatter in the large puddle around her feet, tinkling and spreading across the diamond plate steel floor. Even after finishing, Angelica kept staring at her mess for a few seconds more, as the final vestiges of urine dripped from the legs of her pants into her warm and wet tennis shoes. She raised her head, her face red and her mouth wide, to see the crowd of park visitors in line all staring at her and snickering to each other. Then she turned and faced the park employee, who was still holding her hand. He looked almost as uncomfortable as she was and swallowed, his eyes wide open, then quickly dropped her hand as if it were a live wire. Angelica tried to move her mouth into words, but all that emerged were half-formed stammers. Suddenly, she remembered Lily, and quickly glanced over to where Lily had been standing by the exit. Lily was still there, but her face was white as she beheld Angelica's accident. Their eyes connected, and then Lily bent over with a jump, biting her lip and jamming a hand in between her thighs. She then turned and jogged briskly out the exit door, still holding herself. A voice from her other side snapped Angelica’s attention immediately around. It was a middle-aged man wearing a Firefly Thrills polo shirt, most likely a supervisor. “Are you all right, young lady?” Both his tone and face conveyed an overlap of concern with suspicion. Angelica looked down at herself again, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and lifted one leg to shake out the golden drops that still clung to the fabric, making a sparkling shower and sending ripples through her puddle again. She knew her face was still beet red, and also guessed that the supervisor thought she may be drunk or high. She raised her head again, but didn’t make eye contact as she responded. “I…I’m…I’m fine. I just…I need, I need…to, to go.” She looked back at the supervisor’s face with a look of guilty embarrassment, then turned to follow after Lily. Her wet pants were feeling chilly, and they chafed as her thighs rubbed back and forth, making nasty squelching sounds. Her squishy wet socks felt gross and uncomfortable, but the worst thing of all, of course, was that she was in the middle of a packed amusement park in broad daylight. There was no hiding what had happened. A single tear slipped down her cheek and she brushed it away with the back of her hand. As she made her way down the painted steel walkway back into the general park area, she contemplated what had just happened. Yes, she had wet her pants, again, after only a month since her last accident. Yes, of course, it was enormously humiliating. Yes, the same unfortunately familiar sensations brought back all the unfortunately familiar emotions. And yet—and yet she felt oddly…satisfied. The tear she had shed was almost a formality. She thought back to what had happened to her while on the roller coaster and tried to make sense of it. What was this new world of dazzling and terrifying delight that she had fallen into? What did it all mean? Conflicting feelings collided inside her. True, she had peed herself in front of a crowd, but at the same time she had been transported to blissful rhapsodies she didn’t know existed. Mortification weighed heavy on her, but brought with it a sense of impishness, of naughtiness, of the glee of getting away with something forbidden. She thought of being a little child and getting spanked for having an accident. What would it be like…if she were to get spanked…now? Angelica paused on the empty walkway and stood still for a few seconds. Then, with a bizarre boldness, she bent forward somewhat, causing her rear end to protrude slightly, then placed one hand on it, feeling the dampness. After tracing the edge of the wet spot with her fingers, she lifted her hand and brought it back down. It gave a sharp little splat as it made contact with the sodden fabric stretched across her backside, but didn’t really hurt. Pulling her hand back again, she once more gave herself a smack, this time harder. Then again. Then again. It felt strangely good. She deserved this, after all. She had wet her pants, gone pee-pee in her panties like a little baby, so now she got a spanking. A sudden jolt of realization as to what she was doing burst in upon her brain, and she straightened up like a lightning rod, pulling her hand away from her butt and looking over her shoulders to make sure no one had seen. She then resumed her walk, though at a brisker pace than before. What had just happened? She felt even more embarrassed by what she had just done than by peeing her pants. Well, maybe not, but close. But now a cause of worry had entered her mind. Could it be?…it couldn’t, no, no way…was it, though?…could it be that she actually, in a way…enjoyed wetting herself? She didn’t want to think about that. Best she just go find Lily and then—well, she would have to figure out what to do at that point. But first, find Lily. Angelica finished making her way down the inclined walkway, took a deep breath, and then stepped out of her relative privacy into the bustling hubbub of the general amusement park. Now exposed, she concentrated on walking with head held high and arms crossed, her jaw rigid with forced indifference. The less attention she drew to herself, the better. Paradoxically, it seemed most people were too focused on where they themselves were headed to notice her, though of course she did see the occasional stare, the double take, the point out to someone else and laugh. She pretended not to care. It didn’t help her to have no idea which way to go. Lily had simply run off, clutching herself, without any kind of clue as to where she would be. Angelica stopped for a moment to take in her surroundings and see if she could spot Lily’s familiar blonde hair. If Lily’s sympathetic spastic bladder had kicked in, then she had probably made a beeline for the nearest restroom. Angelica looked around for where those might be, using one hand to shield her eyes from the sunshine. Off to her right there was a refreshments kiosk, behind which there appeared to be a public toilet. That was as good a place as any to start. As she neared, it became apparent that it was indeed a restroom. There was a line of five or six women standing outside the right-hand door, and third from the end was Lily’s telltale blonde ponytail and narrow frame. She was facing forward, away from Angelica, and apparently was still doing battle with her bladder. Although she no longer had her hand in her crotch, she was rubbing her thighs and rocking back and forth from foot to foot. Angelica stepped up to stand beside her, ignoring the stares and murmurs she got from the ladies behind Lily in line. She stood there sheepishly in silence, without announcing her presence to Lily, and spread her legs open slightly to try to let the material around her crotch dry. Lily stood, bobbing and bouncing, for a few seconds before catching Angelica out of the corner of her eye. With a start, she turned towards Angelica, her face a mask of alarm. Angelica gave a weak smile and began to offer a “hi” when Lily looked down at her pants, then back up, eyes wide. She then grabbed her groin again and grimaced. Angelica’s smile fell, replaced by concern. She tilted her head to better see Lily’s face and asked, “Lil? What’s wrong?” Lily’s expression was one of anguish. “Why’d you have to come over here, Angie? Why? I could—I could’ve made it…” Her voice trailed off in a tremulous whine, and she squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip and suppressing a groan. Just then, Angelica heard a pshhh and looked down at Lily’s crotch. Within a second, a wet stain spread out from around her hand, darkening the yellow fabric in a five-inch spot before stopping. Lily’s leak seemed to jolt her to urgency, and she shoved her other hand between her thighs as well, clenching for all she was worth. Her eyes flew open, darting about wildly in a panic. Angelica watched Lily’s plight with an open mouth, unsure of what to do. Lily was doing a full-on potty dance as she blurted out to the women in front of her, “Excuse me, but can I cut in front of you? It’s really an emergency—I don’t think…I can hold it…” Two of the three women in front of her turned around at this, but before either of them could so much as begin to answer, Lily gave out a guttural moan and doubled over. Angelica heard the hissing sound resume, but louder this time. Lily’s hands were both between her legs, and from Angelica’s position, she had a clear view of Lily’s butt, with her fingers sprouting from the crotch and stretching out over her upper thighs. Within moments, dark wetness blossomed out from Lily’s hands in a mesmerizingly captivating spectacle. It covered her bottom in a round oval, then split into multiple channels of golden liquid, each one spreading its glistening stain over the cloth, darkening the fabric underneath. The pee then began to pour out from the cuffs of Lily’s shorts on both sides in sparkling cascades. Lily stood still, unable to move as she peed herself, while the other women in line watched, giving murmurs of awkward sympathy. Since Lily’s rear end was still sticking out, some of her urine trickled down her smooth legs into her sandals, but most of it splattered out noisily behind her, splashing on the pavement and rapidly forming a puddle. The lady directly behind her gave a tiny gasp and stepped back to keep from getting peed on. Angelica watched all of this in guilty discomfort. She knew that it was watching her have an accident that made Lily need to go so urgently, but in the swirl of thoughts and emotions on the walk over here, she had forgotten about it. If she had been more mindful, she would have let Lily use the bathroom before catching up to her. So was it her fault, then? This was just like when they first met, only of course, now she knew better. Oops. Standing there stiffly, she shifted her weight to one leg and lolled her tongue inside her cheek uncomfortably while waiting for Lily to finish peeing in her pants. By this time, the women in front of Lily had noticed that Angelica’s pants were also wet and one offered her place in line to go clean up. She merely shook her head in response. After about twenty seconds, Lily’s stream died down, leaving only the last remnants of urine dripping from her shorts. With a deep breath, she slowly stood up straight and then removed her hands one at a time from her crotch. As she did so, they released a final spattering of pee out to splash down over her feet. She stared at her wet hands in disgust before wiping them off as best she could on the little dry space that remained on the hips of her shorts. Angelica felt bashful, knowing that Lily only had an accident because of her. At the same time, though, she had to admit to herself that it did feel a little better not being the only one. Did that make her a bad friend? She tried to tell herself that it didn’t, if for no other reason than that they had shared pee accidents enough times in the past. Still, she knew deep down that that was a flimsy excuse, and so she weakly placed a hand on Lily’s shoulder and spoke up in a small voice, “Hey, uh, Lil, how about we just go home?” It was a poor effort at conciliation. Lily was still looking down at herself in repulsion. After a moment, though, she lifted her head and made eye contact with Angelica again. When she spoke, her tone was somewhat softer, but still with a slight detectable edge. “Angie, you made me wet my pants.” Angelica swallowed, not knowing how to respond. Eventually, with a lame smile, she answered with a simple “Sorry?” ~Aftermath~ Now that Lily too was wet, both girls reconsidered the offer to cut the line to clean up. They spent about fifteen minutes inside, cleaning off their legs and getting all the drips out of their pants and underwear the best they could. Naturally, there was nearly nothing they could do about reducing the obviousness of the stains, and so Lily agreed to Angelica’s earlier proposal of simply calling it a day and heading out. The walk back to the entrance of the park was a silent and self-conscious one. It seemed that somehow, seeing two people who had peed themselves attracted people’s attention more than seeing just one. One overweight man, likely in his mid-twenties, jokingly asked in passing, “Got a little too excited, huh?” before continuing on his way with a bellowing laugh, and a short time late a little girl pointed and said loudly to her mother, “Look, mommy, those two women wet their pants!” before being quickly shushed. Angelica glanced over at Lily, who was looking down as she walked, her face red. She put her arm around Lily’s shoulder, giving her a slight smile as she made eye contact. Lily returned the smile, and then Angelica held out her arm for Lily to link hers with, which she did for the remainder of their walk. Back out in the parking lot, they were faced with the problem of how to keep from getting the seats wet. This was Angelica’s parents’ car—she was still looking for one of her own—and ever since the incident the previous month in Patrick’s car, the last thing she wanted was a reason to make her things more awkward between her and her mom. Patrick had said he would take care of cleaning the seat and for her not to worry about it, but she was pretty sure he had told their mom about it, and ever since then, her mom had been dropping subtle hints about maybe going to a doctor to get checked out. Angelica didn’t know which would be more embarrassing—having her mother think that she had some kind of medical condition, or admitting to her that no, these accidents were just good, old-fashioned, couldn’t-hold-it-any-more pants wettings. After digging around for a little bit, the best they could find were some fast-food napkins stuffed in the glove compartment. It was a scant solution, but better than nothing. It took a few minutes for them to devise the best distribution for maximum coverage, and once done, they needed to stay very still to stay exactly on top of the tiny areas of absorption. Since they still hadn’t had lunch, Angelica suggested they go by a drive-thru on their way back, her treat. Lily gratefully accepted, not seeming upset at Angelica anymore. They found a Jack-in-the-Box only a few minutes away, drove to it, and ordered two combo meals, then consumed them hungrily in the parking lot in the privacy of the car. Once they had finished eating, they began the drive back. It was about an hour’s drive, and the girls were both in better spirits now, and so they spent the time in fun conversation, making jokes, singing together, and such. At one point, Angelica’s phone buzzed with a text. She opened it, saw it was from Brian, and texted off a quick response. “You know, Angie, you shouldn’t be texting while driving.” Lily’s voice had a playful sternness to it that Angelica knew was meant to mimic her own voice. She blushed a little. “Yeah, I know. Sorry.” Lily gave her a conspiratorial grin. “Hmm…I wonder who would be important enough for my straight-arrow friend Angie to be texting back even when she shouldn’t be? Let’s see—survey says…Brian?” She stretched the last word out in a gooey tone. Angelica rolled her eyes and blushed more. “Yes, you got me.” She had naturally told Lily about the developments there, with Lily giving her full support, as any best friend would. Lily demonstrated it now, giggling and kicking her legs in excitement. As quickly as her mirth had begun, however, it died away, a look of concern on her face as she stared out the windshield. Angelica knew what had caused it. In front of them, the theretofore relatively clear traffic came to a sudden grinding halt. There were bumper-to-bumper brake lights in front of them, as far as they could see. Angelica sighed. She hadn’t expected this much backup. In addition, she could feel slight consternation nosing its way into her head, as the water and combo drink from earlier were working their way through her, and she was starting to need to go to the bathroom again. She looked over at Lily, wondering if she were feeling the same urges. But after what had happened in the park, she knew better than to mention it. As it turned out, she didn’t need to. After no more than five minutes in the jam, with excruciatingly little progress made, Lily spoke up. “I need to pee.” It was a simple enough statement, but Angelica knew her well enough to detect the nigh-imperceptible tremor in her voice. What it meant was “and we should find a place where I can do that, pretty soon.” She also knew better than even to agree, knowing that once Lily knew someone else was in the same boat, it would only make her have to go even more. So instead, she gave a noncommittal “mhm.” Their conversation continued, but Angelica could tell it was less lively than before. As the minutes passed by, and her own bladder refilled, she could also gauge Lily’s need by how much less she spoke. After another fifteen minutes, in which they had maybe gone one and a half miles, Lily groaned and crossed her legs. She looked over to Angelica and whined, “Angie, I reeeally have to go. Can’t we find someplace?” Angelica grimaced awkwardly. The next exit was in about three miles, and if their rate of travel stayed the same, they wouldn’t reach it for close to another half an hour. She shrugged and said, “I’m sorry, Lil, but we probably can’t for at least another thirty-five to forty minutes. Do you think you can wait that long?” Immediately after saying it, she wondered why she had bothered to ask that last question. It wasn’t as if they had an alternative option in case Lily couldn’t wait. Lily merely responded with another groan, shifting around in her seat, despite the careful arrangement of napkins under her. Angelica looked over at her in compassion, empathizing with her as her own tank filled. She wasn’t feeling as desperate as Lily, but she was having a difficult time ignoring it now. Since Lily wasn’t up for conversation much, she decided to try to take her mind off it by going back to texting Brian. They continued, with short periods of advancing followed by longer ones of sitting still, during which Angelica would continue her phone dialogue and do her best to console Lily. Another fifteen minutes went by, during which Lily had whined and groaned more, lamenting the slowness of traffic and the quantity of her urine. She had also leaned forward in her seat and put her hands in her crotch, and she was now rocking slightly, giving whimpers through clenched teeth. Angelica figured it probably would be best for her to take a break from texting to be there for her friend. Dropping the phone in her lap, she turned to Lily. “You can make it, Lil. You’re gonna be okay.” Lily didn’t reply. Of course, Angelica had her doubts about whether Lily would indeed be okay or not. As she watched her best friend struggle with her full bladder, her thoughts began to wander. She knew what Lily was going through, thinking back to when she herself had had an accident a couple of years earlier, at the harvest festival. In fact, knowing what it felt like was an instrumental reason why the two of them were friends now. But at the harvest festival—that had happened in front of Brian. And here she was, years later, still in touch. Were the two connected somehow? A full bladder and attraction to Brian? And now her mind drifted back to her experience on the roller coaster and immediately afterward. Her thoughts had been flooded with those images of him, right before her pants had been flooded with her pee. And then on the walkway… She didn’t know what it all meant, but as her urge to pee increased now, and seeing Lily’s do the same, and the texts from Brian came in, she could feel a new moistness in her panties. Then, with no warning, her bladder suddenly contracted, releasing a short spurt of urine out, rewarming the area around her private parts. She gasped, leaned forward, and quickly used her free hand to grab her crotch. It had just been a small leak and was quickly cut off, but it had come as a surprise. And, unfortunately, it had not gone unnoticed by Lily. Lily had turned toward Angelica when she had first leaked, and now her face went red. She bit her lip with a moan, then said, in a small and shaky voice, “I’m sorry, Angie. I don’t think I’m gonna make it.” Then she squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. “I’m going to wet my pants…oh my gosh, I’m going to wet myself…” A second after that, the telltale hiss began, and Angelica watched, transfixed, as Lily’s yellow shorts once again sprouted a dark patch, the wetness spreading rapidly across her thighs even as she continued to hold herself. She knew that there was no way the napkins under Lily’s butt would be enough to protect the seat, and she wondered how much it cost to get the seats cleaned—and if her mom would ever let her borrow the car again. Witnessing her friend’s loss of control, however, only amplified her own need—and strangely, simultaneously increased the excitement she was feeling in her privates. She had to stay in control, though. She couldn’t let a repeat of what had happened earlier occur. It didn’t help that her panties had gotten all warm around her sensitive spot from her leak earlier. Then she realized that she was still holding herself, and that the whole time she had been, her phone had still been in her lap. It was now pressed up against her groin by her hand. And then, it buzzed. Angelica gasped and gripped herself harder. It was probably another text from Brian. But it had vibrated right up against her clitoris, just like the roller coaster, and now her excitement was building, and she had to focus on holding her pee… And then the phone buzzed again. She knew that if the phone weren’t right in her crotch, she would be fine. But she had to keep holding herself, afraid to remove her hand—yet the harder she held herself, the more she was pushing the phone deeper into her most sensitive area… And the phone buzzed again. She was breathing harder now, and her face was flushed. All the same sensations from earlier were reappearing, and her bladder was tightening. She needed to hold on…but at the same time, she needed it to continue… She looked over at Lily, who was still clenching tightly. She had seemed to get her pee under control again, though there was clearly a wet puddle around her rear end. Angelica thought of her own rear end, and the punishment she had given herself on the walkway… And then the phone buzzed harder. It was a phone call, Angelica knew. She leaned forward, gripping herself even harder, as the vibrations built a tower of euphoria that was about to crash on top of her. A moan escaped her lips, making Lily turn a face of bewilderment on her. She could hear Lily’s voice, “Are you okay, Angie?” but she was unable to answer. Instead, another moan came out, this time louder, as the buzzing continued. Her pee was at the very cusp of escaping all over the seat, but she imagined it was Brian calling her, and in a way, it felt as if he were doing this to her. Her moans grew faster along with her breathing, and the phone kept buzzing, and the ecstasy was mounting, and she was about to pee her pants again… No, no, no! And she imagined Brian spanking her… Yes, yes, yes! And then it burst out, on both ends. She screamed out a “YES!” as the wave of pleasure crested and overwhelmed her. Her body was not her own anymore, held captive instead to the dazzling exhilaration washing over her. She threw herself back into the seat, her breaths short grunts as she twitched and shook, and she no longer had any control over her bladder. Lily hadn’t understood the force of the answer to her question, but then, watching Angelica’s bizarre seizure, she too heard a loud hiss and stared in shock as Angelica’s jeggings quickly went dark around the crotch again. Unlike her own loss of control, which she had tried to fight and eventually successfully curtailed, Angelica seemed to not even notice her own. Her urine sprayed out loudly, spreading around her hand and down her thighs, rapidly puddling around her butt and even dripping over the sides of the chair. Lily stared in horror as she noticed that Angelica was still holding her phone with the hand between her thighs, and it was getting thoroughly drenched. She was panting and bright red, barely able to focus on the road as she went to the bathroom in her pants, completely soaking the seat. Unfortunately, this was all too much for Lily. She had barely been able to get herself under control before the mess had gotten too big—she hoped—but now that Angelica was totally wetting herself, there was no way she could hold back any longer. With a “no!” her own floodgates reopened, and her butt went warm again, then hot, her pee spraying out from her crotch across her thighs and making her own puddle extend to the edge of the seat to drip down the front as well. She too had a total loss of bladder control and wet herself for another thirty seconds, until she was completely empty. Angelica by now had been coming down from her high, her second unintentional orgasm of the day. She pushed a strand of hair off her sweat-streaked forehead and lifted her dripping phone out from where it had taken its golden shower. Turning on the screen, she saw that the phone call had not been from Brian after all, but from her mom. So too had been the text messages. They read, Angelica, when do you think you’ll be back? I want to see about setting up a doctor’s appointment for you. I’m concerned about you, baby girl. She dropped her phone back into her puddle in resignation. Just great. As the last of her climax died down inside her, she wondered how she could possibly get out of it now, coming home with two massive pee puddles in the seats. At least this traffic would provide ample time to think of something.

A dark day overshadowed by its own achievements the onlookers watched as the stage lights flickered to life unaware of the truth hidden deep beneath the hard earth they stood on the man began waltzing about the recently constructied wood platform that would be gone as soon as it appeared he spoke not only to the large crowd he so skillfully baited but to himself “its foolproof” he thought “now now” his voice billowed from the speakers “i have a plan... one to change the world..... forever “ that last word never meant much before The crowd screamed for more, this man was a genius, biggest tech manufacturer in the city normally he went on about his newest phone or some computer thats name is worth more then it abilities but not today... chapter one never He looks at the crowd and smiles” looks like my job here is don-“ It truly was In less than a second blood splattered on the stage seeping in too the poorly sealed wood He fell as the crowd ran in panicked fury The attacker walked off stage almost unnoticed... almost she was a detective working freelance with long brown hair and more than an impressive body standing amongst the crowd but probably not the only one with a weapon Swiftly boring of the mans honeyed words she squeezed between the human wall or at least tried too get to the restroom Yet then disaster struck She watched as the attacker plunged a dagger into the back of the mans neck severing his spine immediately She took action and raced to the staircase barely noticing the warm drops of urine that slipped out into her panties She reached the stage only to see the murderer duck behind the curtains She sprinted after them with another spirt of urine leaking out As soon as she rounded the corner the murderer grabbed her in a choke hold, bolting into action she flipped them over her head and on to the ground her bladder bulging crying for release He hit the boards with a thud and quickly stood back up pointing the knife at her, she in response pulled her own weapon as a matter of reflex she stood holding the stub nose revolver, adrenaline coursing through her...and with urine running freely down her legs The murderer stood shocked for a moment, and that was the last mistake he made as she put a round in has forehead She relaxed a bit as her muscles loosened so did her bowels pushing a warm soft mass into her already saturated panties She reached to feel the extent of the damages touching the seat of her pants and squishing the mess against her body by accident “shit” she murmured to herself both figuratively and literally Swiftly brushing aside her own pride she marched forward toward the body hoping the stains and smells aren’t too clear She squatted down rubbing the mess against her body and rummaged through the corpses pockets finding two daggers near identical to the one it was holding , and a match box She stood up and hurried to her car It was a rundown suv with plenty of scratches and dings she took a seat feeling the warm mess of her shame After a quick and unpleasant ride she reached home undid the lock and walked in She took of the black long coat she was wearing emptied her pockets and walked to her room in the mid sized house. First she slid off the plane black shirt then pulled down and stepped out of the knee length black skirt and finally she pealed off her gray leggings they were stained...badly with long tendrils of wetness all having there origin from a large dark spot between the thighs. She looks down at her panties and scoffed”pee proof huh” then looking back at the stained leggings She cleaned up her mess and read over the packaging on her dresser it read. “Pee proof panties five pack/ perfect for ANY mishaps” She grabbed a clean pair and realized it was her last pair A hot pain of embarrassment spread throughout her chest thinking back, this was the seventh time this happened but never to this extent it was always just small spirts here and there but never a full mess though it had all started last week after a car wreck it just got worse with every incident she sighed and pulled on a low cut gray shirt along with a mid length skirt just above the knees She set her laundry in the washer, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and threw on her coat on her way out the door Another less unpleasant car ride later she arrived at the store, it was pretty big and a member of a large chain As she heads in she downs the last of her water and tosses it in the recycling bin She pushes her cart through row after row grabbing some groceries a few boxes of bullets from sporting goods and a few bottles of alcohol Then finally the last thing on her list She had been thinking about for awhile but overcoming her pride She pushes her cart down the hygiene aisle and winces and she grabs certain product of the shelf and into her cart then heads to checkout There was only one checkout land available and it hat three people in it she just got at the end of the line After a minute or two of waiting she felt a certain fullness of the bladder,and despite her...track record she decided to hold it, and after about ten minutes she was about to burst and was finally getting checked out with a few beeps and an overly talkative cashier just as he finishes, he looks and says “whats with the face something wrong” just as he looks down to the item that just declined to see one twelve pack of absorbent women’s Briefes, he looks back up to see relief on her face She was full to bursting and the loud noise of the barcode scanner declining sets her off,as at first a slow trickle soon spills out at full blast the hot urine rushing through her panties causing them to cling close to her skin... soon its done and she comes to the realization that she just pissed her self , her face reddens and she grabbed her items and rushed to the bathroom She calmly stepped into the large stall and opened the plastic bag the “briefs” were in and pulled down her panties, thankfully her skirt seemed to be spared as she wiped up and pulled on the brief She walked through the near empty parking lot with a minor yet still unfamiliar bulk between her legs yet she walked on, as she passed by a man he tried grabbing her and only managed to get a grip on the elastic band on her skirt She kicked his legs out from under him the man fall still holding the skirt pulling it down with him She sees another man out of the corner of her eye, holding a remarkably similar dagger to the ones she had in her possession but despite this mystery she was outnumbered and stepping out of her still on the ground skirt as she runs Upon reaching her car she locked the door and speed home Too Tired too think she ate a quick dinner took her shirt off and flopped into her bed Chapter two going She woke up around seven and stiffly crawled out of bed After a cup of coffee she looked at the situation someone killed the man at the event, whose name turned out to be Jim, that same someone probably sent those men who attacked her And here she is sitting in her house putting these things together in only her bra and the same brief she put on yesterday She goes to her room gets dressed in an large shirt and leggings only she looks in the mirror looks herself up and down “pretty normal” she murmured to herself as she pulls up the large shirt witch was about down to her lower thighs... to see that the Beige outside of the brief was pretty clear to see through the thin black leggings She inspects the match box she found and notes it has the name of a club on it On her way out she pulls on her coat and climbed in her car and made her way to the address on the match box It was a rather seedy bar with few people speaking in hushed tones She orders herself a drink sits down and begins watching for anyone who could be behind the murderer, after nearly 9 hours of sitting around drinking and waiting with a few bathroom breaks, finally she sees someone walk out from behind the counter from seemingly nowhere, they exit the bar and she as they climbed into there car wrote down there license plate She having got what she needed drove home and drank to celebrate her discovery Normal routine and she flopped in bed ditching everything but her bra and briefs Waking up is unpleasant when you have a hangover even more so in her situation She woke up cold and clammy and pulled her sheets off to see a large wet patch on the bed and to realize her brief was soaked” i wet the bed” she murmured to herself And a new voice confirmed with”yes did you naughty little baby” says the voice in a seductive female tone, She turns in surprised and sees a woman sitting on a arm chair “your making a mistake investing the murder” the woman scoffed “The names Evelyn” the women states “and your Armani correct?”Evelyn was correct Armani quickly pulled a gun from under her bed and pointed it at Evelyn”who are you Armani asked “hey no need to go ballistic” Evelyn jokes before being shot in the kneecap “WHAT WAS THAT FOR”Evelyn screamed “Trespassing”Armani quickly replies “now who do you work for” she asked Evelyn grins despite the pain” you need not to know but maybe I’ll tell you on one condition “and what is that” Armani replied then retrained her gun to The woman’s forehead then she noticed a small hisss was heard and upon looking at the women’s things to see a yellow liquid leaking out the women’s face contorted in embarrassment, Armani chuckled to her self but stopped mostly because of the sagging brief she was wearing so clearly Evelyn looked Armani in the eyes and said three things” first say sorry and fix my knee, next give me a chance to clean up then”she grinned”then...make out with me”Evelyn said in an oh so seductive tone Armani smiled”maybe I just might... shoot you in the head” a pull of the trigger and the problems were solved or at least for now Evelyn wasn’t dead only knocked out by the rubber rounds, She grabs the unconscious body and lays her out on the bed front down only to see a large wet spot on the women’s nylon pants Armani sighed and stripped the wet pants off of Evelyn to see emerald green silk panties saturated to the maximum With a slightly cruel thought Armani pulled off the panties wiped her off and put a brief on her Looking at herself she also cleaned up tossing the soggy briefs and putting on a fresh pair, she looked in the mirror as she was pulling a skirt on and thought “that was a disaster” before putting her shirt on and throwing her bed sheets to the washer Soon Evelyn was slowly waking to find herself bound to a chair, thinking back this had not gone well for her in fact not only had she been apprehended but she pissed her self as well”what do we have here” Armani asked “ready to talk” Evelyn only then realized she had to go to the bathroom “ok ok just let me go to the bathroom”Evelyn knew when she was beat “ talk first” Armani replied smugly “Fine i was sent to capture you by the or-“ she cut herself off suddenly clenching and holding her legs together Armani grinned and kneeled down grabbed Evelyn’s legs and pulled them apart then with her other hand pressed down on The women’s abdomen and with a quick push a large bulge formed between her thighs then the mess spread throughout the brief Armani looked and said”see you went to the bathroom now talk” “i was sent to capture you by the organization i don’t know anything i was just in it for the money i was just following orders” Evelyn pleaded “Fine “Armani reached for the knot at the back of the chair and let the ropes fall slack Evelyn stood up with an unfamiliar bulk and a large mess between her legs “this feels kinda nice i could get use to this” she thought because being shoved out of the house “ hey at least give me a skirt or something”Evelyn demanded before being shoved out the door without a word Days four pass and Armani has a plan... She unlocked the door and took her coat off, she had been doing smaller cases to ward off any suspecting onlookers As per usual she striped down removing her shirt and undoing the buttons on her skirt. the usual situation had happened a car passed too quickly to recklessly clipping the back of her car and jolting a brief jet of urine loose into the brief she was wearing yet she stripped them off too and went too her dresser pulling out pair of cotton panties and looking at the package of briefs only one left she had been going through two or three a day with nine or ten small incidents a day nothing too major, though it was kind of embarrassing having to wear them but better then piss running down her thighs every time she gets startled Just to be safe she put on three pairs of panties... it was about eight o’clock and she was sitting at the table eating her dinner in only her undergarments After finishing up she was washing her plate off and a motorcycle speed by loudly she dropped the dish in the sink in surprise when it wore off she felt a familiar warmth The damage wasn’t to great only one layer was wet but too be safe she put on a fourth pair of panties before bed Chapter three What do you believe It was a cool morning with rays of sunshine glaring through the closed blinds She woke up slowly and sat up “what a nice morning “ she thought sarcastically And then with the realization that a coldness was setting in she threw off the covers and looked down to see the entire sheet was soaked through and so were the panties she wore After mentally scolding herself for letting this happen the second time,she took all the sheets of and tossed them in the washer she took everything off and climbed into a hot bath and relaxed, After about thirty minutes she crawled out wrapped a towel around herself and went to get dressed She had a plan for today and she was going too dress for it First she pulled one the last brief ,then four pairs of panties over it one of them being triple seated cotton another being one of her pee proof panties the third being laced silk the last being a pair of emerald green silk panties that felt fitting for the situation Then she slipped into a bra with a chain mail one over it, and she slipped a small single shot .22 pistol into a small pocket of the bra And as embarrassing as it was she pulled over the one romper like onesie and snapped it shut at the crouch She pulled on a pair of green pantyhose and set of light gray leggings on that still had some discolored stains from last time Then simple athletic shorts with a navy blue pleated skirt After that she slipped a kevlar vest and a pair of shoulder holsters A small gun in the pocket of her shorts A side holster over the skirt with a .38 revolver And a simple black shirt Almost ready she grabbed an ammo bag and made sure it had at least to magazines for everything along with some first aid supplies Then she slung a pump acton shot gun over her shoulder She pulled on her coat and downed a bottle of water and a quick breakfast Then she hit the road After an hour of driving she pulled up to what was supposed to be an abandoned military base... it wasn’t abandoned She stepped inside and quietly crepe until she grabbed a small almost unnoticeable handle in the floor”exactly where she said it would be” she thought as she lifted the handle and opened the hatch, as she creeps down the narrow staircase she feels a few drops escape into the soft padding between her legs. But at last she reached the bottom and there was a long concrete hallway with a single woman patrolling up and down the hallway, she slipped along the shadows getting closer and closer the she simply pulled out a white handkerchief,jumped behind the guard held it over their mouth and after a second the guard fell to the ground' she rummaged through the guards equipment the only thing worth while being a taser. She stood back up took one last look at the guard and saw the large yellow puddle that had had leaked out of the their unconscious body reminding her of a small pain form her bladder. She pressed forward and swiftly yet near silently opened the door at the end of the hallway to see... a... ballroom with people dancing slowly in circles yet strangely completely and utterly silent. She walked through people turned there heads to look but they all had the same face it was... disturbing Finally she reached the end there was one of these... things alone then it walked up to her then with a surprising powerful grip it began to do the same walz as everyone else she had no choice but to play along, soon she felt herself clenching as the moves of the dance became more and more extravagant until it held her close, she felt a sharp pain in her chest as the thing released her with a dagger sticking out of her chest “ but how” she wondered for she was wearing body armor, she staggered back as spirts of urine started seeping into the brief she finally fell and drifted off. Only to wake up with her arms and legs belted to the cold metal interrogation table she laid upon. She looked at the situation she was bound to a table she still seemed to have all her weapons on her, her brief was soaked but lucky it wasn’t leaking and somehow she still felt full up. After a minute or two someone walked through the door It was Evelyn wearing only a corset and a short pleated skirt she looked then with a gleeful expression said” hey its you again, ya know because of you i got taken off field duty and got moved to interrogator””how did you like the show...it was caused by a halogenic gas ““but hey were friends and all i mean i sent you all that information” Armani replied “ just untie me all right” Evelyn grinned and stated” not without some fun first” before prancing up to Armani and giggling as she pushed down on Armani’s abdomen after a brief moment both of the women heard the low hisssss as Armani slowly let it trickle out without trying to stop it but most of it stopped was stopped by the four layers of panties she wore, soon after a warm mess spilled into the leaking brief but stopped Armani felt she let enough out Evelyn laughed and said “ lets get you cleaned up” before undoing the belts on her legs and pulling down her shorts and skirt next the leggings”you’ve pissed these before” as she removed the dry yet stained leggings then the pantyhose and she looked at the plane white snap on” oooh scandalous” as she unbuttoned the crotch piece to see emerald green silk panties...after a laughing fit from Evelyn she said “ ooh you must be pissing these worst than I use too” before removing them and the dry silk ones she wore below, then there it was the pee proof panties contained most of it along with the cotton ones “ i use to wear stuff like these before that incident with you” she says peeling them off then at last she looked at the soaking wet brief Evelyn broke the sides before lifting them out rolled them up and tossed them in the trash bin Armani spoke up” do you have any of these briefs” she asked shyly Evelyn grinned and restated “ i use to wear stuff like these before that incident with you... I decided i didn’t need them it was only a intimation mission ... boy was i wrong” “then i decided to switch to something stronger”she lifted up her skirt and shows off a white pull-ups with padding all the way front and back instead of just on the bottom like the brief and a wetness indicator that showed dry...for now...Evelyn turned left and right showing off her pull-up”trust me they hold a-lot more””I’ve been having plenty of wetting lately... in fact” she lifts her skirt a little higher as she, with ease released a stream of urine while the wetness indicator turned a clear blue” I’ve been wearing them everywhere” she stated “i never have to be desperate of embarrassed again I’ve just been pissing my self whenever even if there’s a bathroom” she lets her skirt back down and says “ here lets get you one as well” she reached into a pocket and unfolded the soft fabric outside of the pull-ups then produced a bottle of talcum powder from who knows wear proceeded to powder Armani’s crotch and pull on the pull-ups Armani was ashamed too be getting changed but it did feel good having the thicker padding between her thighs Evelyn put all of Armani clothes back on her including those emerald green silk panties that she was still laughing about Evelyn finished uniting Armani and helped her stand back up “lets keep going”Armani proclaims and they together head deeper in the base Soon they after sneaking through seemingly abandoned hallways they reached what looked like a large conference room Capter four Knifepoint “It seems like some kind of meeting”Armani pointed out “AND I WASENT INVITED””give me that shotgun” raged Evelyn And so she did handing the gun to Evelyn and drawing her .44 revolver Then all hell broke loose, the two marched through the unsuspecting crowd both weapons loaded with rubber bullets soon the fifty sixty people the were assembled were all on the ground... all except one who stood alone in the crowd the lady held a combat knife and charged Armani held her ground as she felt the warm bulge of the absorbent material swelling between her thighs not even knowing she has pisses herself as the women took a stab with reckless abandon and immediately got pistol wiped and knocked out Armani looked and said”lets try to sneak next time now I’m going to take this uniform“Armani took off her coat shirt skirt and leggings putting everything in the bag leaving her only in the onesie, Evelyn piped up” ooh i might need to get one of those” She slipped the uniforms big dark blue shirt and put on the uniforms pencil skirt Evelyn laughter broke the silence as she pointed up the women Armani stripped was wearing a similar pull-up to her own, except it had cartoonish cheerleaders wearing oversized diapers printed on it along with the wetness indicator that instead of being a single line was a bunch of stars disappeared one at a time depending on how wet it was...there were no stars... Evelyn rummaged around and found in a large pouch of a utility belt two more similar ones depicting all the latest cartoon princesses “ one for you one for me” she said and gave one to Armani who did not see the appeal and shoved it in her bag “like i would ever were that” she thought “In fact i could go for a change now”Evelyn grinned unbuttoning her skirt and letting it fall down she stepped out of the skirt and bent down to pick it up practically pointing out the large brown stain showing through her soaked pull-ups Armani mockingly said” you couldn’t hold it” , Evelyn replied in a seductive tone” what is a girl to do” “and i know you probably didn’t hold it that well”, she had guessed correctly Evelyn finished cleaning and powdering herself up and slipped into the childish garment before buttoning her skirt back up “Lets go”Armani said and they pressed onward After looking around they found what they were looking for, a windowless door with the label administrations office, Armani felt a pressure in her bowels Upon entering they saw a lone women in a tailored suit with long pink hair staring at around twelve computer monitors each one with a different camera feed “I’ve been expecting you” the women states” “cliché” booed Evelyn Ignoring her the women continued”you did good to make it this far for now its time to meet... your...d o o m” as the women flips out a six inch folding knife “NOW ITS ON”Evelyn yells as she try’s to rack a shell in the shotgun only too find herself out of ammo not discouraged she flips the gun around and grabs the barrel and holds the gun like a baseball bat The women turns to show her face... a face with one robotic eye and with elegant accuracy the throws the blade, it flys centimeters from Evelyns hip slicing the string holding the button on her skirt””missed me”Evelyn taunted only for her skirt to fall down showing the childish pull-ups “i didn’t think such childish garments came in such a size nor did i know you were such a baby” The women said with a smugness Evelyn did not respond with words but with acton ramming the stock of her shotgun into the women’s head, the women fell to her knees but recovered quickly and dive rolled behind her and slammed an open palm into the back of Evelyn’s calf Evelyn fell down and swore as the stars fade from her pull-ups along with a large brown bulge that had formed“see...all you are is a incompetent idiotic incontinent traitorous diaper wearing child” the women states with a hint of rage Armani trying to get the jump on the women took a shot with her revolver the loud bang of the shot startling a jolt of urine into the damp pull-up only for the women to cleave it in half with her knife Armani prepared for a last stand drawing a combat knife she charged the women immediately slashed the elastic band of her skirt slicing both gun belts as well Armani slashed at the women and made a clean cut to the front of her suit causing it too fall from the women’s shoulders and hang at her hips showing off a tight sports bra The women brought the knife down in a downward strike yet Armani dogged to the side the knife only cutting off the side of the shorts Armani wore causing them too fall to the ground Armani slashed at the women’s hand throwing the women’s knife across the room with that the women lunged taking them both to the ground she grabbed Armani’s leggings and yanked them off along with the pantyhose but then Armani kicked her away the women got up close and managed to rip Armani‘s shirt off with her well manicured nails leaving Armani wearing nothing over the snap on onesie “a childish costume” the women scoffed as they both stood squared up The women kicked low hitting both of the snaps then she grappled Armani and flung her over her shoulder pulling the onesie off alone with picking back up her knife and causing Armani to let out a five second long stream of urine as well at that moment Armani realized that”she was doing this on purpose”Armani could only wonder Armani stood in only the ballistic vest and the emerald green silk panties the women lunged and pulled the vest off of Armani then pulling down her panties as Armani pulled down the women’s pants This left Armani in her lacy satin...and the women in a pair of pink ruffled panties that had a stain on the bottom A brief moment of silence passed only broken by a familiar sound hisssss They both looked down at the others crotch The women stared at the yellow stream flowing freely from Armani’s panties Armani stared at the long stream of urine that emanated from a clear dark splotch contrasting the vibrant pink of the ruffed panties a splotch that appeared in the same spot as the discolored stain They both in that moment throw their knives Almost as if in slow motion the knives collided in the air flying by and cutting through the side of the others panties Both of the under garments fell to the ground The women looks at Armani’s pull-up that was still leaking through “how ironic” The women thought Armani looked down at the women’s crotch and thought “how hypocritical” as she looked at the bright pink cloth diaper that was so thick she couldn’t even put her legs together “she must have more accidents then me to be leaking through something so thick” At last both streams stopped and they looked each others eyes and the women said “we are the same you and i we were both pissing are-selves throughout the fight we both are on the verge of messing are-selves we both woke up in a wet bed this morning we. Are. The. Same” and Armani acknowledge that everything she just said was true *three days earlier Chapter five Mile Sonia drove home after a long day at work soon she pulled up and got out of her car entered her house and stripped out of her suit and she looked in the mirror here she stood in her cloth diaper, not only that she had been so nervous one point today that she shit herself, oh the embarrassment she could swear everyone could tell, she changed out of it and cleaned herself off She went to her drawer and disappointing only saw one diaper left, she would have to do laundry unfortunately the washer was already running She put on the diaper had dinner and went to sleep That night It hounded at her just because she got yelled by her superiors she shit herself her mined just kept coming back to it probably everyone could tell yet soon she drifted to sleep She woke up and crawled out of bed with a ringing at the door she was too tired to be self aware she grabbed her mug of coffee downed most of it and went to the door not bothering to check who it was and flung it open to see a door to door salesman she panicked and came to her senses and immediately started pissing her already wet diaper wearing nothing else besides her diaper and bra the door to door salesman saw her fling open the door and immediately piss herself and leak onto the floor He just backed away She shut the door in an panicking fluster”i just pissed my self in front of a random person”and in this panic she promptly sat down and tried to calm down she relaxed her muscles... all of them and she sat there as she unloaded her bladder... and her... bowls shoving a massive mess into her diaper After ten minutes she calmed down mopped the floor and cleaned up throwing all her diapers into the washer to find she had no detergent She never was fully toilet trained she always wet the bed and pisses herself.....constantly its just how it was... She pulled a pair of pink ruffle panties and hoped nothing bad would happen as unprotected as she was she put on some white leggings and short shorts she climbed in her car After a thirty minutes drive she exits her car and walks across the parking lot soon she walks in the store as she walks along she sees one of her employees about ten feet away in the hygiene aisle, it was Evelyn who looked slyly grinned lifted up her skirt revealing a slim white pull-up and Sonia watched as she began pissing herself...willingly? Sonia wondered what would make her do such a thing before Evelyn bent her knees slightly and shit herself then bent over seeming showing off and picked up a box of pull-ups she set down as well as a bottle of baby powder Sonia decided it wasn’t her business and got detergent checked and went to the bathroom before leaving only to walk in and see Evelyn from below the stall pulling down a messy pull-up and sliding on a fresh one “ how could she not care like that anyone could see” Sonia wondered suddenly she heard the sound of the stall door being unlocked Sonia swiftly fled from the restroom and walk towards the door while nervously thinking” shes behind she will recognize me she has to be behind me she must know my secret but i cant look behind me then she will know i know” suddenly her knees locked up as a spirt of urine slipped out she clenched as hard as she could but that only made it worse as urine cascaded through her shorts down her leggings and leaving a discolored stain on her pink panties She went home thoughtless took the wet shorts leggings and panties off And started a load of laundry She Put on a pair of pink panties and climbed in bed and fell asleep despite it only being noon Sonia woke up too the same loud annoying alarm clock a quick slap was all it needed to quite down she sat up slowly and felt a coldness, she lifted up the covers to see that the pink panties she was wearing had done nothing to stop bed wetting ... again not only that, she had shit herself in her sleep sadly this wasn’t new after a second she felt the need to go again and decided it wasn’t worth getting up, she freely released what she could of held easily the warm liquid spreading through her panties and leaking onto the bed...she laid in her mess for thirty minutes, before getting up making and eating breakfast then getting changed Soon she laid down gave herself a heavy coating of baby powder and slipping the pink childish cloth diaper and attaching the velcro that held it on She pulled the same pink ruffle panties as yesterday that now had an stain to remind her of that incident she put on a suit and went to work... She watched the camera feed as the two of them ripped through her guards and finished downing her water bottle right at they finished up after a minute of Evelyn changing they entered the room she tried to be as intimidating as one can possibly be while pissing herself in fear Chapter six Ending They looked each other in the eyes and Sonia charged forwards only for Armani to punch her Sonia fell onto her knees and let it go as she released a massive mess into her diaper Only seconds later it was followed up by Armani doing the same as the tight constants of the pull-up push it against her skin Armani sat down beside Sonia and asked “join us” “yes” she replied simply “well now we have to get out of here”Armani stated”we also all need to get changed” Sonia pointed out Sonia stood up and opened one of her desk drawers and pulled out a bag of wet wipes and a cloth diaper she changed herself while Armani woke up Evelyn” wake up” Armani said before slapping her...hard After a few minutes they got Evelyn up to speed then she changed into a new white pull-up and Now it was Armani’s turn “ do you have anymore pull-ups” she asked “nope” Evelyn replied sassily” you just have to wear the princess one” Evelyn finished Armani cleaned up but felt ashamed to be putting on the colorful pull-up yet she found it strangely attractive she put it on grabbed all the clothes on the floor only bothering to put on the onesie soon they departed headed for Armani’s house When they got there Armani gathered all her stuff and loaded it into the suv soon they were bound for Sonia’s home in which there were moving into” your house was on the map you will be safer here”as they pulled up in front of a large house they upon entering they Evelyn and Armani stood in awe of the overly fanciful house Armani stood and didn’t particularly notice the urine flooding out with a hissssss Evelyn looked over and said”that impressive huh” Armani only then felt the wetness between her thighs she blushed with embarrassment “i see were your coming from” Evelyn said with a hissss of her own After an hour of two Evelyn went to the store to get some things and Armani finished getting everything moved in then she laid down on the couch and took a nap Armani is awoken with a sharp pain and felt a mess entering her pull-up she looked up to see Evelyn had been pushing down on her abdomen “what was that for” she asked “nothing in particular” Evelyn replied just we’ve have been told to lay low for about a month, also catch” she says tossing a 115 pack of pull-ups “for you” * a month later* Armani entered the building to see Evelyn lounging about”rough day?” She asked mocking the large wet spot on her pants and had a leaking pull-up “Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to”Armani stated before walking off to her room Armani had another lead on the case but first she needed to clean up first... she walked over to the dresser she kept her pull-ups in she found it to be near empty only two left she didn’t think she went through them so quickly she only used four or five a day and often one at night and she had pretty regular accidents but rarely messed “ehh “she thought “it won’t be a problem as she put on the second to last one and shoved to other in her bag along with a pair of panties just in case She put on some clothes threw on her coat and called” i will be back in a few She walked out the door and drove off Whey they had asked Sonia what she knew about the murder she proclaimed that she only organized it she had no part in the motive Armani Was driving lone forest roads on a cold day to a hidden outpost she only saw the coronets to coronets that she saw while looking through Sonia’s computer She stepped out of the car and immediately felt a chill run through her body but sure enough she found a door to a concrete bunker she made sure her revolver was loaded she placed the explosives by the door lit the fuse and dived for cover she landed unsure if it had it properly only for the blast boom through the empty forest, causing a pleasant warmth too grow between her thighs... she stood up and stepped past the rubble of the door she shivered seeing that it was only colder down there she descended down the damp concrete stairs She came to a door with the temperature being about thirty degrees and a clamminess settling in where the fabric of the pull-up had been saturated none the lest she cracked the door to see only only one guard who was wearing a heavy button-up one piece jumpsuit the guard Strangely the guard had a look of desperation with her eyes close and her jaw clenched the women twisting and pushing her legs together in a attempt to hold it in “she must be desperate” she took aim at said guard and she tensed up she pulled the trigger a small amount of urine leaking out and then...click the gun misfired, Armani felt the urine flood and leak out of her pull-up while the women turned only to see Armani and a brief expression of fear ran across her face before a wave of relief “she must not piss herself very often” Armani thought The women held the face of simple relief for a minute Armani looked down at the women’s crotch to see no wetness “this job must require her to wear a diaper”Armani considered as the guard seeing Armani blushed violently her face red with embarrassment she just fell over and passed out with shame Armani walked up and unbuttoned the jumpsuit to she too see she was wearing regular panties but they were soaked through with a large mess in the back, she looked to see that the suit itself had what looked like a cloth diaper built in between the legs Armani looked around to find a locker with a identical jumpsuit “this could be useful”Armani though as she shoved it in her bag in said locker she also found a bag of wet wipes that she used to clean up and change into her last pull-up she slipped it one the fabric being cold against her skin She continued down a long hallway finally entering a room with a long row of cells only for a swift all oxygen cut off from her brain she collapsed the women stood over Armani’s unconscious body “suspect apprehended” she said into a radio she noticed a puddle leaking out and lifted up Armani’s skirt “place her in cell six B” “and bring her a diaper change” Evelyn laid about bored and alone in the large house wearing only her undergarments and a childishly printed pull-up she decided too snoop around some She came too Sonia’s room and began rummaging in her drawers Evelyn laughed loudly and she looked in Sonia’s bottom drawer “all of her panties and diaper are pink” she says cracking up see sees a pair different from to rest... a dark blue pull on swim diaper “oh i have to try this on” she says along with grabbing a pink bikini top from her room she took off her wet pull-up and slipped a clean one with the swim diaper over it she put on a bikini top and despite to being fifty degrees she dived in and stayed perfectly dry she swam back up and took a deep breath then swam to the bottom “now for the final test” she thought as she flooded into the diaper she felt a stark contrast between the cold water and the warmth between her thighs she was happy” wait till I put one on Armani” she said only half joking Sonia stood yelling at one of her employees ‘what do you mean you lost it” she demanded in her most intimidating voice as a steady flow of urine was absorbed by her diaper.“ i must of been pick pocketed or something the hard drive was in my pocket one second gone the next” the employee stated in a panic squirming“please don’t fi-“ she was cut off by a long hissss as she jammed her legs together in a attempt to stem the flow the employee drooped her head in shame “I’m sorry i yelled” Sonia said apologizing “go get yourself cleaned up and take the day off “Sonia said “can you keep a secret “Sonia asked, the women nodded Sonia stood up and pulled down her pants and undergarments giving the women a flash of her wet pink cloth diaper before pulling her pants back up The women smile and thanked Sonia on her way out Only minutes later a video call appeared on all her screens “ have you apprehended the targets yet Sonia” the voice asked menacingly “no i have not” Sonia replied while pissing herself violently “do so swiftly” and the call ended Sonia hoped they didn’t notice the urine that was still running down her legs Armani slowly opened her eyes as she began recollecting what lead her here soon she snapped awake she was suspended form the ceiling about ten feet above the ground held up by two long elastic ropes connected to a harness she was wearing that had belts holding each thigh connected to a belt on her hips similar too what a bungee jumper would use the only difference being the locks holding it on she also noticed the new pull-up she was wearing that depicted cartoonish cheerleaders wearing oversized diapers she felt embarrassed that not only someone had changed her that they put that on her, it was dry... for now She soon realized her hands were gripped onto two handles on the elastic rope as soon as she released them for a moment she held shakily upright until something hit her in the back shooting urine into the aforementioned pull-up she flipped upside down and swinging back and forth before she saw the guard that must of captured her who was wearing a jumpsuit that must of been the guards uniform “so your awake” the guard said joyfully “ i haven’t reported your capture to headquarters yet... lets talk first” she says Armani looked and said” have i seen you before” The women laughed” i was about to bring that up you the one who stole me uniform off my unconscious body and left me to be A LAUGHINGSTOCK” she raged “Now its my turn” she hits a button on a small remote the ropes expand and contract swinging Armani around each sharp turn shooting a little more urine into the pull-up And it stops leaving Armani hanging upside down and finally lets loose as a yellow streams run out of the top of the pull-up down her chest and thankfully missing her head “WHO IS THE BABY NOW” the guard screamed maniacally As Armani hung upside down she slowly and inconspicuous reached into a hidden pocket and pointed the small pistol at the guard the pistol made a quiet crack as the small bullet stuck the remote the cables released Armani hit the ground with a dive roll swiftly upper cutting the guard knocking her to the ground Sonia arrived home to see Evelyn laying back in the pool she walked up Evelyn looked and said” drink too much at the office?” In a snarky tone “if you made a mess in then pool your cleaning it” Sonia scolded she couldn’t see what Evelyn was wearing “you want a peek” Evelyn said seductively before strutting out of the pool showing off the blue swim diaper that had a large bulge in the back “Is that-” “yes”” did you-“ “also yes” “have you seen-“” she left””want me to join you””.......yes” Sonia stepped inside went to her room peeled off her wet pants and slid down her panties, she sighed and looked in the mirror, the bottom of the diaper was soaked through...it was shameful. She put on a fresh cloth diaper then slid on the swim diaper they really didn’t absorb that much and were covers more than anything else She put on a matching blue tie on bikini top and a swim skirt she looked out the window her room was on the third floor with a balcony above the pool She stood atop the railing bent her knees and jumped as she fell everything felt like slow motion as she fell through the air her bladder released... so did her bowls. Armani swiftly reached into a pocket of the dazed women’s the jumpsuit and pulled out what seemed to be a spare remote she set a 30 minute timer on it and in a cruel twist tore the guards jumpsuit off too see her beige panties it looked like she had been relying on the jumpsuit based of the countless resent stains but they were dry lowered another harness down and latched it on the guard clicking the lock shut and shoved the key into her shirt pocket the guard jolted up only too see the spare remote on the ground then to see Armani step on the raise max button and both began being pulled by the powerful winches hundreds of feet above them They stopped at forty feet the limit they would go with someone in them “Now here’s a fight” Armani said as she started swinging back and forth The guard said nothing as she twisted her legs together “I wish I was wearing a diaper” she thought nervously soon Armani swung back and put her feet forward hitting the guard with a massive kick the guards hands would of immediately shot to her crotch if not for the fact she had to hold on to the handles to stay upright tears rolled from her eyes as Armani watched as the nice beige color of her panties swiftly formed into a dark spot it was all clear too see the harness not helping and it covered nothing urine ran down her legs as she lost all control in a clear display of defeat she went limp no longer holding her legs together let a mess push clearly push into her panties Armani just let go in her pull-up she had no point trying to hold it for twenty more minutes Sonia hit the water the... contents of her diaper settled down Evelyn looked starstruck “Did you just-“ “yes””are you-“ yeah””did you p-“shamefully”yes and yes” They both settled down in the pool and relaxed Armani hung there”only ten minutes left” she thought as the other women hung there limp Armani watched as more urine freely spilled out rewetting her panties Armani also felt more urine get absorbed into the near full pull-up as suddenly she felt a jerk so did the guard as she lifted her head up they began lowering soon they hit base the harnesses unlocked automatically the guard seemed to disappear Armani took off the pull-up rolled it up and tossed it into the corner of the room she did a full search of the abandoned jumpsuit the the sewn in diaper was soaked and a single hard drive was found she slipped it into her shirt pocket she found her bag right outside the room she choose too just put on her panties a pair of emerald green silk panties Armani found most of her things that had been stuffed in her bag sadly it lacked one thing...pants she left the same way she came Evelyn and Sonia had been relaxing in the pool when Armani’s car pulled up and she ran inside “was she wearing and pants” Evelyn asked “well neither are we” Sonia replayed jokingly “it’s about time to get out””yeah” Armani rushed to the nearest computer not even bothering to get cleaned up she slammed the hard drive in and opened it up...it was a text file with a long chunk of numbers and some orders she input the numbers into a maps program and the spot showed...in the middle of a lake nine hours away Chapter 7 long road Armani after thinking for a minute Armani decided to take a shower and go to bed and so she did Evelyn noted she only had two pull-ups left then one She crawled in bed and passed out The next morning Evelyn woke up dry for once and stepped out of her room too see Armani with a small duffel bag “whats this about“ Evelyn pounded aloud”road trip, here’s your bag” “and change into this” tossing her a emerald green cloth diaper,...she loved it already “Were taking a taxi to avoid suspicion” Soon they all climbed in the taxi that had pulled up Evelyn lounged in the crowded backseat of the taxi unable too do as much as put her legs together “these cloth diapers are kinda nice” she thought “so were are we going” Evelyn asked not filled in on the plan “Key lake” Armani explained About four hours into the ride the driver stopped and looked back “you girls need a bathroom brake” she asked “Nope” ”nada” ”not at all” they replied “are you sure you’ve been drinking a lot back there” “Maybe i will”Evelyn said unbuckling her seatbelt in the still moving car Hisssssssss “Are you wearing...diapers” the driver asked Yes” answered Armani Evelyn didn’t say a word and lifted up her skirt Sonia just nodded “Huh i always thought about trying some on for long drives like this but i end up getting too nervous and decided I’ll just go in my pants I even got a plastic seat cover and everything. After a few more hours of back and forth conversation and a few accidents in the back Surely enough a tricking was heard from the front They pulled up in the front of a decent hotel paid the fair and put up for the night after tossing the three wet *two messy* into the places run down washer The next morning Evelyn awoke to see the others had rented a bunch of diving equipment “What’s really going on here”Evelyn asked The organization should have a base deep below the lake were here to find it” Armani fully explained the plan Soon they were on the beach carrying their waterproof bags of gear and walking with the bulky cloth diapers under their swim diapers They padded out too the middle of the lake stripped of the clothes they were wearing Armani was nervous,feeling her stomach churn and cramp Sonia had done this plenty times before And Evelyn was ecclesiastical and slightly aroused by the idea They dove into the water too hopefully re-emerge soon Nearly after an hour of swimming they found it... a hatch they entered After going through a manual airlock they found themselves standing face to face with three guards all wearing the same white underwear and bra with nothing over them one seemed too be straining Evelyn stepping forward said “here let me show you how its done” she walked up too the straining guard who had numerous yellow stains that showed clearly on the white material “ take your hands off your crotch” the women slowly complied “ get in a more comfortable position stop forcing your legs together” “now the past doesn’t matter nor does the future don’t worry everyone has been embarrassed just ignore it make it a choice not something your body tells you two just breath in and.........release “the women expression became blissful just as her pants were becoming yellow “Did you just coach her through wetting herself””yes, yes I did”Evelyn said smugly The women opened her eyes too see her comrades were on the ground the intruders were gone Armani looked at the three hallways they had come upon”we should split up” Armani said “Yeah lets spit up and end up pissing and messing ourselves along with about everyone else absurd amounts in a short time in oddly erotic fashions only for our story too end up on a piss fetish website with minimal attention and no part three”Evelyn said with no regards to the forth wall “Good idea” Sonia stated before taking off the first hallway Armani took the second rushing into the darkness Evelyn was left with no choice but too travel down the third, the diaper between her legs dryer then she would of liked it but no matter how much she squeezed nothing came out Armani found herself in a large assembly hall with hundreds of people all wearing the same white near translucent shorts “what is this place”she wondered suddenly people started moving she ducked into the nearest door too see a locker room she had a plan Sonia entered a room her vision blinked and she found herself on a stage and she began too preform dancing with grace suddenly she stopped, urine flowing free down her legs despite any protection she was wearing the crowd watched silent she tried to continue but she couldn’t, feeling a mess into her diaper she saw the crowd...unimpressed Evelyn walked down the near empty hallways”i bet the others are having fun” she thought as she looked onward at the empty hallway after rounding a corner she saw a sign in front of a room labeled dressing she rushed in only to see a plethora of outfits from panties to full costumes she intended too have fun Moon woke up even more tired then when she went too sleep she sighed “wet the bed again” as she got up and stepped outside it was chilly perfect for a bike ride her house was far away enough that she didn’t need to get dressed she hopped on her bike feeling urine against her skin “i need a change”she thought taking off on her bike Armani quickly opened a unlocked locker then grabbed the uniform inside the outfit being a strange pick for a uniform it had no benefits or insignia it was...strange she pulled on the uniform’s bottoms over her own and took her top off then replaced it with the white one she looked in the dressing room mirror the blue cover of the swim diaper showed through clearly “it doesn’t matter”she thought as she walked out of the dressing room as her stomach churned and twisted Sonia woke up “the gas” she thought as she sat up she was in a lab laying on a table with her clothes missing and wearing only some plastic panties she felt liquid sloshed in the bottom it was uncomfortably warm she looked at the other rows of tables each one having another person laying atop them in the same outfit then she recognized some on the far end she walked over it was one of her employees the same one that pissed herself in front of her...but wait that girl was still at base then who was this Evelyn was having fun in the strange room filled to the brim with completely unused clothes the only things that had been used wear some plain white dresses that had evidently had seen some...use mostly because of the deep yellow stains on the front and back she tried on as much as she could and finally decided on a cheerleader outfit Evelyn decided that it was hers now along with many others as she went too the next room Moon road her bike down the worn trails scantily dressed and her undergarments filling up she let her mind wander as she effortlessly peddled “is what I’m doing right “ she thought before being cut off by a low hanging branch to the face she fell back his the ground with her crotch being submerged in the near full blue plastic panties she wore Armani snuck along the empty halls hopefully unnoticed before seeing a sign captain it said she burst in and pointed the gun from her dry bag a the first person she saw a woman with nearly white hairs despite not looking over thirty she sat a desk with countless unorganized papers she was wearing a lab coat over a skirt and long sleeve shirt they looked back with apprehension “do you belong her” she asked observing carefully Armani replied snappily “no now hands in the air” the women looked and said “ you don’t intend to shoot m-“ she was interrupted by being shot in the knee as the gun fired the door swung open knocking Armani forwards sending her face straight into the women’s crotch Armani’s face hit right as she heard a low hissss and then upon contact loud crinkling “well didn’t expect that”she said unsurely as a new person entered the room seeing a random person with their face in the bosses crotch “maybe i should leave” they said slowly backing out Sonia looked at the sleeping women wondering what was happening She was interrupted by technology roaring to life as a large machine almost like a 3d printer started depositing some strange substance on the platform in the center of it Sonia stood and watched as it began making...something Evelyn pranced into a pure white room only having one button on the inside Evelyn just had to press it. A robotic voice said “loading last simulation program no regrets” as the room changed around her soon at had recreated a large bar. Some as text appeared before her “you have no set goal with this program please act to your own accord time will pass on the outside with a minute to hour ratio” Evelyn thought “well i always wanted to try this” as she strolled to the bar and eyed up a lady Moon took her car too work to see that the boss was out With a sigh of relief she got to work at her desk somewhat glad that Sonia was out. moon couldn’t believe she had wet herself she knew and excepted that she wet the bed but not when she was awake After a while someone in a different bases uniform walked up and demanded her to come with them for a moment she was apprehensive but agreed Armani slowly stood back up looking the women wearing a lab coat in the eyes she stared back blushing “so i guess you know now” the women said as she did an uncomfortable gesture of lifting her skirt and showing the tab style diaper with a plastic outside she was wearing a loud hissssss broke the silence as the women’s once slim garment bulged outwards Armani looked the women in the eyes while the women...finished The hiss stopped after a few uncomfortable minutes the women forced a smile as she stood messing herself “Look just don’t make this any more unfortunate then it is” Armani said “How-a-boat a game” she says before being shot between the eyes and collapsing unconscious Armani felt her stomach churning she rapidly reached into drawer after drawer of the women’s desk she did indeed find the drawer she was looking for stealing a diaper out throwing off her undergarments they wouldn’t be enough as she taped the new dark purple diaper on It fit snugly, Armani took a deep breath and didn’t have much of a choice what happened next as the near liquid mess exploded against her skin and being absorbed by the diaper a solid mess forming of what wasn’t soaked up she felt it run down her legs then without a word she fell to the floor as guards rushed into the room a sharp pain hit and all went black Sonia watched and realized what the strange machine was making...a human It looked familiar but she only knew who it was once it finished it was.....her Sonia saw it open its eyes suddenly a women with nearly white hair despite not looking over thirty she was wearing a lab coat over a skirt and long sleeve shirt she gasped and looked at Sonia “you want to know what this is about right” Evelyn still in the simulation opened her eyes she didn’t sleep the simulation just skipped night Evelyn looked at the women lying next to her “that was enjoyable” she thought knowing that she had new...preferences She decided to toy with the simulation some she flipped up her skirt and tried to wet herself yet nothing she pushed and...the dam broke She fell over eyes closed her skirt up around her hips leaving everything to be exposed she flooded into the cloth diaper she was wearing into the swim diaper but it didn’t do much as it flooded on the bed and the simulation stopped Evelyn was laying on the floor of the white room and the robotic voice saying” total simulation time...ten minutes” Evelyn stayed still laying in the warm puddle forming around her when a team of guards stormed in the room a sharp needle like pain hit her in the back as she drifted away still wetting Moon was taken into another room and a needle was stabbed into her they drew some blood and told her to go back to work Sonia looked as the women pointed at each and every person laying on the tables “Isn’t science amazing” she said “we can light up the night we can travel the world in an instant and now we can create clones” she said as a look of bafflement spread across Sonia’s face “their are drawbacks of course such as it doesn’t work on men and there are some...biological changes””such as the fact that they” “well they”she lifted up her skirt revealing a diaper the thin plastic outside showing a yellow tint “they are completely... incontinent” the women finished as the diaper back bulged out some then settled down “suddenly Sonia was hit in the back of the head she feel to the ground piss leaking out of her full diaper All three of them were waking up Sonia stretched and attempted to sit up but that’s difficult when hanging from a bungeeing harness wearing nothing but a diaper that must of been nearly 8 inches thick she was wasn’t able to pull her legs together at all nor was said diaper dry Evelyn woke up in a similar situation along with the mess the harness pushed against her skin but she knew what to do Armani woke and immediately reached for a gun and found nothing or at least no clothes to hide one in, she immediately knew they had been captured after a few minutes of recounting, after looking around the large room with a smooth dark wood desk cluttered with photographs there was a women in a military uniform standing before the nude Armani, Armani felt embarrassed she strained her arms to find them bound to the comfortable leather chair The women looked and spoke “you do understand right” “Also trust me none shall find us here”she pulled back the blinds on a window to reveal a dark blue sky above and the white of clouds below “the sky is truly the limit” she said “Maybe i should explain” she said stating the same story told to Sonia “the process is not instant and the lack of control gets worse with time but other wise there identical to the original” “why i tell you may ask because we have had three clones go rouge all aboard this vessel two in there own cells” “and the third sitting on a chair in front of me” Armani couldn’t believe her “then were is the real one” Armani demanded “still in containment” the women replied “you can guess who the others are” the women stated as she paraded about the room “Now you may wonder why” “ simply we have a plan a plan that involves a large secret one a secret right beneath the town hall” “the real me is down there right now for i am a but a clone” “now you must be cold how about some clothes” she said drawing a diaper from her desk Sonia knew the flexible ties that held her they were common throughout the bases she also knew that protocol requires someone the check any suspended prisoners if they had any erratic behavior. she had a plan and Sonia began to pump her legs sending urine into the absurdly thick diaper despite said thickness it was nearly soaked through with at least three days worth of urine and a mess on the way Evelyn hit the ground as soon as she finished chewing through the Elastic cables it wasn’t the best landing but she was on solid ground She stood and waddled toward the door with the bulk between her legs hindering her pace. it was indeed quite the hindrance but her problem was solved as a guard entered the room Armani laid having no choice in the matter upon the floor as the women fastened the tapes of the diaper it was rather embarrassing but Armani saw a chance as the women stood up Armani proceeded to kick out her kneecap with a crunch the women collapsed backwards her skirt flying up showing amusingly black polkadot panties and with a low plop sound as the women felt a warm soft mess shape to her privates Armani jumped to and proceeded to stomp or her throat the women fell unconscious Armani reached into a closet and found just a plain jumpsuit she slid it on She rummaged in the desk and found beside countless diapers and other objects she found a small phone like console with a diagram of the large plane she was aboard Armani quickly messed with as many dials as possible in-till she was sure something would explode she sat in the captains chair and let out a deep sigh of relief while pissing her fresh diaper Sonia watched as the guard entered she was swinging violently the she stopped and hung limp the guard rushed over and unlocked the harness...last mistake Sonia slipped into the guards jumpsuit removing her own diaper and stealing a pair of panties from a pocket of the jumpsuit She stalked along the nearly empty structure avoiding eye contact with the few people she did pass Soon Sonia came across a window to see only sky it was a revaluation she needed as she continued down the hall Sonia reached the boiler room and ran inside seeing a women standing before the great contraption the women look and said “so you’ve finally arrived I’ve-“ she was cut off by Sonia ramming into her at full force the impact letting urine spill into Sonia‘s panties and The two rolled on the ground urine from both of them spilling onto the floor as Sonia slammed the women’s head into the floor Sonia stood up and made a choice she broke a pipe and left the room waiting for the blast Evelyn finished stripping the guard and pulled on the uniform sadly the guard didn’t have a change for her so she was unprotected Evelyn walked through the oddly full hallways brushing past unknowing people she had a dirty thought and started pissing...no-one cared as she snuck along and found what she was looking for an emergency exit..to the planes wing she stepped out the wind chilling her exposed skin fortunately the urine inside the suit was keeping her crotch and legs warm she she crept along the wing reaching the engine and jamming something into the intake before rushing inside it would blow soon No one knew the true cause of the blast maybe the messed up controls or the gas leak and the intake block but the plane burst and....I watched as the in almost zero gravity my own piss floating beside me I looked down... ... .... ..... And the world is falling

“I see the stars” she murmured as the dark of night befell them as they lay on the hard ground. The two women stared off into the darkness as they sleep the remains of a battle crumbling beside them. *three months beforehand* The lord sat on her throne her sword and staff hanging from a armor stand. the room was pristine not a speck of dust as the lord who was a women with flowing brown hair with sharp features and was muscular but somewhat out of shape mostly with her years on the throne to blame that throne she had at the age of 23 the youngest ruler in decades She sat consumed by worry as she waited to receive a message that could be arriving anytime she was sweating with worry as so she claimed The message arrived the lord squirmed with...anticipation? Anyways the lord listened closely as a servant read the letter aloud the lord looked...worried? As she had her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth clenched halfway through the letter a faint wind passed through the room and the lords expression changed from the clenched jaw to a deep sigh with a faint smile on her face she adjusted her seat and finished listening the message confirmed it they were at war The lord excused herself claiming that she required time to develop a plan for war and she walked to her room called her most personal servant and locked the door shut The lord who’s name happened to be Melissa extended her arms letting her servant by the name of Anna Anna begann undoing the laces on the back of Melissa‘s dress letting her take deep breaths freely anna also removed the silk fabric of the garment supporting Melissa’s breasts soon Melissa’s entire top was off and Anna began removing the layered skirts that covered a simple fabric miniskirt held on by a fine leather belt that few would ever see something else even fewer wound see the skirt itself was soaked through anna who unfortunately was having to kneel to remove such garments had her head unfortunately close to the skirt that was hopelessly stained yellow Melissa shifted and said “hurry up i to...just hurry” as her legs squeezed together Anna was use to doing this as she finally finished unbuckling the belt And all that was left were the formerly white panties that were regretfully full with the mess squished almost flat against her rear but anna removed the panties and diligently wiped Melissa’s private’s until they were clean all the while Melissa tried her hardest not to let out all urine that was left as she was about to rush to the bathroom a knock echoed off the hardwood door “ queen allies have arrived and are requesting a immediately council” anna without missing a beat took something out of a nearby drawer and stated “please spread your legs my lord I highly recommend you wear this” it was a soft garment with buttons on the sides and three inch thick cloth “why must I” Melissa asked trying to escape to her bathroom “Well...ummm....comfort...and convenience” anna said not giving Melissa much time to think slipping the undergarments on and swiftly redressing the queen With that Melissa was rushed out the door to the awaiting lords Melissa attempted to walk regally but it was difficult with the unusual bulk. She sat at the large square table and joined the normal conversation minutes of this pass and something didn’t seem right to Melissa Before she had ascended to power Melissa had been a soldier and she knew when something was wrong now was one of those times as mere seconds later smoke rippled off the surface of the table yet her days on the battlefield had be more than four years ago her old habits took over Melissa rushed to the armor stand and swiftly unhooked the staff from its leather bindings she heard noises from the high smoke she took a deep breath and remembered her training “focus remove distractions”she thought as she got ready to rid herself of the bulging pain in her bladder she took a deep breath as the golden liquid spilled down but strangely none ran down her legs and at that moment she knew what the garment was. “a diaper” “haven’t worn one in a while” she relaxed her body and got ready for any oncoming threats “Hey lissa” one of her friends whispered they of course were not supposed be taking they were marching to battle lissa as most called her, was marching to her first battle as a solider she in the light plate armor alongside many others all had thoughts of glory and grander not knowing whats to come “what is it” lissa whispered back “do you have to pee” the friend asked “no” lissa lied “ok” similar small banter was shot back and forth until they saw them...the foe they marched against Lissa joined the charge holding the flimsy looking blade she had been given and stared hacking and slashing and in a blur she was separated from her unit to a near empty side of the battlefield A person in a showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back the women strolled along with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her and turned to see lissa all alone Lissa held her sword shakily and ran at the women who in one smooth motion took her weapon and stabbed at lissa Lissa fell back to see her Breastplate has saved her lissa sat up and scuttled back seeing the women standing above her “looks like i got you” she said in a peppy voice lissa was terrified as she stumbled backwards the poorly made pants of her uniform tearing of on a patch of briers she has gone through ripping the cheap fabric off of her chest The women approached once more and tilted her head and said in the kind of voice that a parent uses on a small child ” aww did you wet yourself” she said as lissa looked down to see the panties she was wearing as she saw more and more rippled out saturating the gray panties the women licked her lips and said “i may just enjoy your company as she got closer and lissa’s world shifted to black Melissa stood steadfast preparing for whatever came a she spotted a flash of blue and lunged slamming the blunt silver tip of the staff into the assassin the women who was wearing A showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back the women hit the ground with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her “You” she said “did you wet yourself this time as well” she said as she and Melissa started clashing there weapon the women’s halbert and Melissa’s staff they fought nearly as equals Lissa awoke upright naked with her hands bound somewhat comfortably below her a pit above her the women in blue sat up from a nearby chair of the log cabin they sat in “here drink this” the women demanded and lissa still half awake only started noticing her the current events the women was pouring a green liquid down her throat but lissa didn’t struggle She was too afraid the women bent over and leaned close putting her head against lissa’s stomach “do you feel it” “rippling throughout your body shaking it to its core” Lissa felt a sharp pain as the strange liquid shot through her taking anything in her stomach and shooting out into the pit in a pressurized jet after nearly two minutes of this it slowed spitting into several trails spilling down her thighs The women in blue placed a long plank of wood across the pit and began removing lissa’s bounds lissa in a moment of panic she kicked wildly knocking the women into the pit below The women screeched and was silenced with a splash lissa pulled the wood plank until it fell of into the pit hitting the women’s head knocking her out lissa fell backwards onto the floor trying to stay her breath She spent minutes before standing back up and beginning to rummage through the log cabin knowing she couldn’t leave in the nude in the first drawer she found several other skirts similar to the one the women was wearing she tried on a gray one that seemed like anyone could see up yet when she looked in the mirror to see nothing was visible she moved and shook but it always stayed down she couldn’t even lift it up it was completely stiff lissa decided it was to showy Lissa found normal foodstuffs in the kitchen and nothing of interest in the living room but she found the women’s bedroom The bedroom had many drawers and dressers along with armor stands wearing everything from full scale maile to a pink tutu lissa began looting Lissa found a simple cloth top and a knee length skirt with built in fabric panties that comfortably cradled her privates, lissa opened a drawer to see numerous folded cloth panties lissa snagged some strangely enough at the bottom of the drawer there was a false bottom, she lifted it away to see what looked like...diapers twenty of them three different types five pull-ups five with tapes on the sides and ten that didn’t connect in any logical way but as soon as she picked one up to get a better look she watched as it moved on its own and disappeared only for her to feel it slot itself in between her legs she now knew what the skirt was for. Lissa shamefully took all of the diapers for herself and there was a strange contraption that involved several ropes and a diaper a object that confirmed that this woman ether was or had contact with a magic user, they were uncommon but did exist Lissa on her way out took a halbert with her and left the cabin Melissa parried a stab from the women’s halbert and returned with full force hitting the women in the stomach and slamming her into a wall Melissa continued with a savage stream of attacks the silver tip of her staff catching the women’s clothes and tearing them off the women tried to hold it in but her body released a small amount of urine with astounding speed the women threw a object at Melissa but she knocked to back only for the contraption to spring to life with chains binding to the walls and methodically removing what was left of her skirt and her damp panties and the chains holding her still pulled an absurdly large diaper onto her with metal chains across the bottom and sides finally the contraption snapped a lock on the chained diaper so even if she did escape the diaper would stay on yet the contraption finished dangling from the ceiling, Melissa looked at the panties on the ground to see that the bottom was soaked through Melissa in a mocking tone said “aww did you wet your self” “did you piss your panties” the women quietly whispered something “what did you say”Melissa said the women spoke quietly and said “yes” she whispered “are you sure I thought you said “I was so scared i wet my panties” didn’t you” The women yelled “I WAS SO SCARED I WET MY PANTIES NOW LET ME DOW-” she said before cutting herself off and her hands shooting down to her crotch to futility stop herself but it no avail the diaper slowly turned yellow as small droplets fell to the floor “anna remove her and place her in the dungeon and don’t give her any clothes ether” said as she began dragging the other five unconscious queens to her bedchamber to awaken them Melissa had awkwardly woken up the rest of the lords one of which had wet herself queen grenson one had wet and messed herself queen mespisr Two admitted had admitted to wearing diaper queens shmits and lokedth And the last one who had clearly messed herself but denied it as she winced and sat down with a loud squelch but she continued denying it queen cosuply Grenson borrowed some of Melissa’s panties and a dress Mespisr had brought her own change shmits didn’t need a change since she didn’t wet to badly lokedth had a servant change her diaper cosuply had denied any help and took the no stops ride home without a change As soon as they all left Melissa locked her chambers and demanded for anna to undress her “whats the rush” anna asked “I need to use the restroom please hurry” “Just go thats the point of the diaper” anna said Melissa was annoyed but anna was right as she relaxed as a large bulge formed on her rear visible even with her dress on The feeling took her back to her war days Anna was undressing Melissa when the question appeared “anna where do you get this diaper on short notice” “Oh it was one of mine i used them for long trips” “Oh ok then” and they finished in silence “There is a war going on” Melissa thought sitting on her throne “here i am surrounded by guards and servants undisturbed by the people struck down on the battlefield” She had made her decision She was joining the war Part two Lissa wandered through the woods unknowingly walking in hopes of finding someone, it had been nine days since she left the cabin and she had not changed clothes the diapers being so convenient sadly she only had one slip in diaper left. No matter how long she walked none of the sounds of a bustling tavern none of the lights of a homestead just forest. She set up camp for the night laid down and lifted up her skirt let the diapers do there thing while she enjoyed the convenience of magic Later lissa laid down for rest that night as she did many nights it was cool out but she was warm enough and sleep took her Melissa listened to her adverses they were to worried but she did not heed them Melissa was on a warpath and there was no stopping her. She stood above her army on the large stage preparation for the rousing speech to rally the hunters to war. her force the land of sliavea ten thousand strong against the upstart nation of searsler that had a meager one thousand it would be simple hardly a war at all. It was an ok speech but Melissa was never one for presentation so feeling the unease she drew her wheel lock pistol and pointed it at the sky after five or six pulls of the trigger it fired the shot in some random direction the people were cheering completely sure in there leader unaware of the droplets of urine in her panties Lissa lay groggy from sleep only to be snapped awake by the sound of sticks breaking the noise getting closer and closer she scurried for her halbert soon she saw a lady in a modest green tunic and a foil at her side the women approached in a friendly manner “Ho there traveler”she said nicely “would you kindly put down the weapon” she followed up with Lissa set the halbert down and asked “can you tell me where i am” “Ok how about we play a game first” she proposed drawing her sword “A sparring match” the women offered “you win and i tell you anything you want to know and be on my way”she started but before lissa could say anything The women finished with “and if i win...you get to be my slave for six months and do whatever I please”she said with a evil gleam in her eyes “So what will it be”she said “and you up for a match” Lissa thought for a moment what could she do with a foil against a halbert that flimsy sword would snap in a second “I agree to your challenge” lissa stated confidently only seconds later feeling some... inconvenient urges “Ok now” the women said taking a stance “Ok i just need to hold it a little while longer Lissa thought to her self as she brandished the halbert the lady snapped into action Lunging strait at lissa, lissa of course blocked with her halbert the women stopped short the tip of her blade pushed against the wooden shaft of the halbert yet despite her failed attack she grinned and said “do you know the smallest splinter in wood can split the entire shaft” lissa was confused for a moment before the women trusted her blade the wooden shaft reduced to splinters lissa jumped sputtering urine then she remembered she was wearing a diaper she took a deep breath and let it go the fabric clinging wetly to her privates. soon the diaper full settled between her legs,she got ready and went on the offensive Melissa entered the tailors “I need an outfit refitted” she stated “right away” the cleck replied and funneled her into the backrooms she had known this tailor for years. Theo silver was a youth of 24 well dressed and had a head of purple hair that he spent to much money on purple dye keeping it that color he and Melissa had been on and off for about six years she was wearing “do you mind” he asked “never for you” she replied. he skillfully undid the lace and had the outfit off in minutes “you still can be My servant” she offered “no I could never do that it would upset my father we have a very proud bloodline as tailors” he knelt down to remove her skirt “anyways hows yo-“ he cut himself off after removing her underskirt and getting a fill view of the numerous yellow stains on her white panties “care to explain” theo asked politely “Its been a...minor problem recently” she explained Theo sighed and said “I have something for this” and he left the room and returned with a pile of clothes “first please change out of those” he said handing her a pair of clean panties and he pulled a curtain and let her change she stepped out and stretched a minute “they feel...bulky” she said “they will absorb and small...mishaps and these” he said pulling a extremely thick cloth diaper out of the pile “they will be hard to walk with but for a long ride they are perfect” “and lastly” he pulled out a thinner pull on diaper “for more active use” her finished fitted her armor “you have some rust on the thigh plates make sure to avoid we-“ he cut himself off again and rushed her out Lissa lunged her weapon getting shorter and shorter with each attack. The women struck with her blade lissa ducked to the side and elbowed her in the back the womenfell to her knees lissa took a few steps forward her back to the women suddenly...click all of lissa’s muscles tensed as she turned around and saw the women holding a wheel lock pistol that had misfired with the morning dew Lissa ran at the women who stumbled across the wet grass her tunic riding high she slipped fell on her face giving lissa a clear view of her panties that had warm piss spilling down her thighs as a large bulge slowly formed in the back of her panties lissa got ready to leave her camp packed and the women tied to a tree And they both continued there journeys

This is more of a request. New addition over at the fearwetting.info blog that ive never seen before. Im willing to click the link on the site and actually order the DVD but id like to see if anyone has any idea how to go about finding it online first. Its such a generic title "the killer bees" that anything i search for gives thousands of bee videos (lol). Perhaps searching with Japanese characters? Any help appreciated!

Another story from the Cold War Gone Hot with gratuitous accidents. If you liked Major Simmons you'll love this one. If you didn't I'll report you to the House Un-American Activities Committee. ____________________________________________________________ The wait was the worst part. On the ground, there was always the FAL and L9, or failing that, a knife and a spade. But here, in the dark belly of a ponderous transport, one had no defense but luck to ward off the fate of so many armed-and-ready soldiers shot from the sky. It wasn’t the death that Sheila feared, so much as the ignominy of dying without a fight. All her regiment had fallen into a stony silence, transfixed only by their watches’ irreversible march towards drop time, the moment that they would be free of the flying dungeon. It was one constant in the calm before the chaos, and a place where time meant only the wish to see tomorrow. Locked into their jumpseats, each soldier could feel the turboprops’ steadfast thunder, bringing them nearer and nearer to their fates in Red land. Moving to the limits of what her harness permitted, Sheila again made her routine insurance that all odds would be evened in her favor. Strapped across her body was a loaded rifle, stout and solid in its guarantee of lethality, reined in by a long scope mounted slightly offset from the frame. At her waist were several of its straight magazines, each carrying but a few seconds’ worth of automatic fire. Her pistol’s magazines were nearby, and further along at her side was the standard-issue bayonet, not yet made complement to the FAL. But Britain’s finest weapon was but a small vial tucked inside her fleece jacket, containing the three pills of evened odds made manifest. Compound M – an amphetamine even the Nazis could only dream about, the miracle of medicine that made soldiers into supermen. The boffins could profess otherwise, but every soldier who took the stuff knew that their lives were being stolen away. Sheila could feel the pill work into her body nearly instantly after she swallowed, and made her final check for the contingencies she prepared against its effects. Her fate was fully in her hands now. Seven minutes to drop. The trepidation was broken by a deafening bang and the screech of twisting metal. Sheila’s heart dropped, and her whole body recoiled in shock – it was unavoidable even after countless encounters with withering fire. Shouts and curses were drowned out by groans of metal as the airframe twisted and tumbled, and shuddered ominously with the screaming pitch of the engines, pushed to their limits in a desperate escape from Soviet missiles. Trapped inside a deafening cacophony, the paratroopers could only pray that the escorting fighters had fired in turn. All were fixated solely upon their watches now, watching in horror as the seconds draw longer, each heavy with the threat of death. All had swallowed their Compound M, and could feel each racing heartbeat as if it were the fading pulse of a dying man. Sheila squeezed her rifle until the metal had remarked its pattern into her palm, and with the other hand held herself in her seat against the frantic pitches and rolls of the aircraft. Bullets of sweat appeared on her neck. She could almost feel the drug race its way across every vein, lightening each limb as though it were drawing their matter into her pounding heart, the sensation of which had consumed her neck and temples. Despite the antiemetic filling her stomach with lead shot, she wanted to vomit. Thump, thump, tick., thump, tick, thump, thump. A second blast roared across the cabin. The plane pitched in a violent bounce, flinging its occupants against their seats and the hard metal walls. Sirens began to blare, accompanied by the pulse of red lights. Sheila felt the transport bank left and fall into a dive, steep enough that it could have been the death roll of a transport with a wing shot off; the seconds were microcosms of eternity now, then time was restarted by the a roll in the opposite direction and a climb that sucked her into the seat. And there it was – the first crack in the prison of pulsing red alarms. All strength resumed in her body, Sheila moved her almost-trembling hands to undo her harnesses with psychoactive efficiency, and anchored only by her grip on the strap leaned into the column of rushing air. No sensation penetrated the roar of wind as the door dropped the end of its travel, and the first of the plane’s human payload began to jump out towards their objectives. One, two, three, four green-clad soldiers disappeared out the transport’s great maw before Sheila. With a breath, she took the final step past the door, and flung herself towards the world below It was not unlike impacting a wall of air, pushing at the body’s every point in a futile attempt to resist gravity’s intractable pull. Sheila’s amazonian frame, brawny and towering inside the plane, felt nothing more than a scrap of paper twisting and tumbling in the vortex of cold night air. The dark sky imparted only flames of the jets’ exhaust, appearing not unlike the flashes of AA guns on the blacked-out ground below. She straightened her body towards the ground, and with a struggle against the air pulled her watch into view, counted down the illuminated seconds, and reached for the leather strap flaying in the wind. All her weight was effortlessly thrown back in a violent jerk, digging each segment of her harness into her body; around her legs, the loops pulled against her crotch a thin absorbent padding. It was invariable that she would feel a flash of embarrassment at the reminder that she was awkwardly straddling an undone baby’s diaper, held up only by a lady’s nylon stockings concealed underneath her fatigues. But in a moment, the pressure relented, and she could draw her concentration to her slowing descent towards the ground below, to where her comrades had already landed. It was only on the moment of impact that Sheila realized no spring rains had yet come to soften the earth below. Her heavy frame, without proper bracing, crashed into the ground with a jolt that shook her entire body, buckling her knees with ease and sending her careening towards the ground in an undignified fall. For nearly half a second she could feel a small trickle of urine squeeze from her clenched bladder and form a wetness at her crotch, before her head struck the ground and erased the sensation completely. When she opened her eyes, she found the stream stopped. Seamus was looking down at her. “Bloody hell, that was something”. “Nobody’s dead yet, I s’ppose. You alright?”. He cracked a wry smile. “Yeah. Up and at ‘em”. Sheila removed her FAL from its holster and held it steady across her chest. In the distance, flashes of orange from the anti-aircraft barrage were illuminating the night sky, firing still at the fleeing squadron. Their forces had been temporarily diverted away from her, but with having been shot at, the minutes on her respite were surely numbered. Even so, she felt good and alert, prepared for any battle that might befall the unit. The Compound M had fully dispatched any fatigue and filled her with a warmth unbefitting of late autumn’s bitter chill. But for Sheila, the warmth had taken on a second, unwanted form in her crotch. If Sheila could feel any distraction from the full focus vested by the drug, it was the twinge in her bladder that had come upon quickly after she had swallowed the pill. Such was the consequence of Compound M for Sheila, unavoidable even after a litany of attempted cures. With the drug’s diuretic effect, it was invariable that she would periodically emerge from the fray with wet fatigues. It was no uncommon predicament for the Paras, where hellish fighting lasted hours with no opportunity for relief—but for Sheila alone, any stains at her crotch were only what had leaked from her diaper. Without the padding, already dampened with the jump, she would have not once exfiltrated without her pants stained with piss, and on many occasions her mess as well. “All ready, boys! Move!” A hundred parachutes, detached from their bodies, crumpled upon the ground to be whisked away by a stiff breeze. A man with a radio set barked his orders and dispersed the idle crowd, scattering pockets of men all around the forested grassland. With a body still agitating for provocation, Sheila’s methodical pacing under the pines’ shroud felt like a yoked plod, a rhythm wholly incongruous with her rapid and pounding heartbeat. Compound M thirsted for adrenaline, for the relief of combat, and in Sheila a mounting need to relieve herself. But she could find no opportunity to do so here, with her compatriots at her side, and the stone bridge coming into view across the bends in the river. How long has it been? All memory of her march here had coalesced into not more than a second in her memory, as though the drug had picked her up and whisked her to the fray. She checked her equipment methodically, finding her grip on every weapon, and ending with a second’s thought toward her diaper – slightly warm and damp, possibly after collecting yet another leak. How much longer? Her mind drifted in consideration of nipping off for a quick change, but a quick scan of the area found nowhere to do so out of sight. With reservation, she lowered her gaze, and was suddenly pricked by a crunching of leaves and a shimmer of movement. Her eyes shot to the leafy cover at her feet. The moonlight reflected off a thousand scales, writhing along the ground in a frenzied slither. Sheila had never loved snakes, and the Compound M only sharpened the dread at finding one. Her recoil was quick and potent, sending her staggering back a pace away from the adder; she was running her bladder before her boot could crunch soundly into the leaves behind. Instinct drover her hand towards her waist, and nearly found the L9’s grip before it could reach the bayonet, pull it from the sheath, and drive it in a crouching blow towards the coiled adder. Her abdomen tensed in the maneuver, squeezing her stomach, and inadvertently forced some mess from her loosened bowels into the waiting padding. But for all the Compounds’ disservice to Sheila’s continence, it worked true in ensuring the blade struck dead center, gliding effortlessly through the adder’s soft body and into the ground below. “What was that, Sheila? Bloody hell, you alright?” “Yeah. Alright. Just a, just a snake”. The snake struggled and writhed in a widening pool of its own blood, a streak of which was smeared across Sheila’s bayonet. It wouldn’t inhibit her from using it, but she nevertheless wiped it across her fatigues until the silver gleamed untarnished in the moonlight. More difficult would be cleaning up herself – although her accident had been quick and minor, the diaper felt swollen and full beneath her, not liable to hold another full accident. She would have to change at the earliest opportunity, after the slog had been completed. How much longer? The Compound creeped in her bloodstream, ready again to hasten the mundane reality. Another tick of her mind’s clock, and she was gazing through her binoculars at the soldiers on patrol. Clad in green, with oversized, bowl-shaped helmets without brims, aiming their Kalashnikovs through fast, methodical sweeps. Krauts, as they said. A bright white glow emanated from behind a stout building and slowly swept across its silhouette, powerful enough to cast dim light upon the vegetation ahead of Sheila even when turned away from her. The end of a caterpillar track peeked from behind the concrete cottage. They’ve a tank. She turned towards the stout Scotsman, muttered her sighting in a gesticulated drawl, and offered up her binoculars to the prompt refusal of a man preoccupied with his radio. Clicks, beeps, and an unintelligible Scots drawl were lost to her as she clambered for a mask and replaced her binoculars with her rifle. Ready, ready, ready. The blast of air and high whistle erupting from before her was not wholly remarkable against the Germans’ shouts, but to the Brits in the bushes it was Gabriel’s horn. Somebody – who is it? – belted “Contact, contact, contact!” from behind, but Sheila was on the move already, rushing forth from her vegetative sanctuary with a barrel pointed towards where she saw the Krauts last. A hundred masked men, reeling from their restraint of the drug, exploded out of the woodwork imbued with a drugged fighting spirit that made them deaf to the stricken tank’s explosion. In an instant, all the world was enveloped in the relentless chatter of automatic gunfire, sending hot lead across all directions and drowning the screams of those who had already fallen, some British, mostly German, as the Paras began their sprints towards their objectives. A Stahlhelm-wearing figure hundred of yards away ceased firing and turned sharply in a backpedal; through her mask’s fogged lenses Sheila saw the soldier’s rotation suddenly stop as he turned upon her. Adrenaline shoved her into a dive, and she was in the air before the German could shoulder his rifle, her body careening into the dirt just as the gunshots erupted in a deafening ring above the battlefield. All her consciousness was reduced to furor, terror, and amphetamines, severing all perception of her throat searing in a scream, and likewise her bladder relaxing with the impact and emptying its contents into the diaper. Time slowed, stopped, and the cosmos converged upon her two arms and rifle, jerked towards its target and aimed one purely instinctual convulsion, and fired a resumption of the chaotic world. Sheila was pulled towards her knees, and then her feet, in a rise that would have killed her had she not already felled the German, whose collapse had silenced and thrown asunder his rifle. Sheila’s quick self-check revealed that his shots had all missed their mark, spilling from her body naught but her piss; she grimaced upon finding that her accident in prone had skipped the diaper’s limited padding altogether and instead wet the front of her tights. Bloody hell, the fucking drug. The undergarments were necessary for holding in place a baby’s diaper that was hopelessly too small for Sheila’s frame, but the skintight nylon also irritatingly pressed its wetness up against her skin. A guttural explosion in the distance tore away Sheila’s attention towards her accident, and wrenched it instead towards the distant rumble of a monstrous tank cresting a hill. The silhouette was unmistakable with a front illuminated by two driving lights and a mounted machine-gun spraying fire into the night, a mile too far to have any effect on the scattered Paras. But this time, there was no florid searchlight turning night into day and marking the vehicle for destruction. No way to ascertain the cannon’s direction, either. She crouched behind a rock. “That’s more than we bargained for! But it’s shooting blind, innit?” The reply came from Jerry. “The hell he is! Bastard’s got night-vision!” Cock! “Where’s the fucking artillery? Bombers?” She the answers to both and prayed her compatriots had not discarded their RPGs. “He looking here?” “Looking away, let’s go! Go!” The Germans had a chance to regroup, but their defenses were surely worn to the man already. A well-placed but unprotected machine gun sat unmanned under a tarpaulin. Only from behind a wall of sandbags were shots coming. With the bridge behind intact and no indication of any attempt to breach it, Sheila’s offence had ground to a temporary halt. There was naught to do now but wait for a mortar to dislodge the Krauts. Setting herself down in a thicket well beyond the range of any grenades, Sheila had for the first time a brief respite from combat. No tired yet … but I need a drink. She pulled a green canteen from her belt and took a long swig, giving little consideration to the effect the water would have upon her bladder. No sooner had she finished her drink that a muffled explosion sounded behind her, giving way to the arcing whistle of a shell en route to its target. Perhaps the communists screamed their last upon realizing their doom, but the Paras were deaf to such things by now, and felt in their minds only a countdown to the impact that would force them from their roosts. The shell whistle subsided, flying further and nearing the ground, three, two, one… Even hundreds of meters away from the explosion, Sheila could feel the deafening blast’s shock heave the earth and rattle her bones. Her tensed muscles’ hold over her bladder loosened for a moment, and let a gentle stream of urine fall into the still-damp padding. Sheila would fail to notice, with her senses blunted by the ring that resonated within, as she clenched her rifle and hurled herself from the leafy cover. Her heart leapt into a frenzy and coursed the drug throughout her veins, imbuing in each uncoiling muscle a superhuman vigor as she exploded into the fray. A great catharsis swept over her body, eradicating any sensation of exertion or fatigue, and unconsciously loosened another dash of urine into a diaper already dampened with the errant trickle she had lost at the explosion. But with her padding in place Sheila had noticed neither of her leaks, and remained so unaware as she charged the impacted entrenchment, baring her rifle in preparation of firing at anything that moved. Past the vacant watchtower, past the machine-gun, the subdued enemy mounted no defence. She approached the pulverized sandbags and quickly shifted her rifle to one hand, and with the other mounted the barricade, throwing her large body into the throes of her foes. A dozen soldiers lay motionless on the ground, blanketed by the earth and the darkness, concealing their blood from British eyes. Sheila slowed her run. At the corner of her bloodshot left eye, something twitched. Without hesitation, she turned and shot a one-second burst into the still-moving soldier. His body flinched and came to rest, face-down in the dirt. “How many died?” “Liam’s not in good shape-” “Damn!” “But Perkins’ll attend to him, he should be alright.” Speaking through the gas filters was quite hopeless, but while the rumble of battle still sounded in the distance, the Tommies knew better than to remove their masks. Their Russians laced their smoke grenades with nerve gas, or so went the story, and no doubt the faraway tank had prepared a special gift in its dispensers. The monstrous machine rumbled a pace towards the forest, and in brief flashes of automatic fire illuminated the cadre of soldiers running alongside. But their targets had long since dispersed and left for them mines to run over. Frances was already lying prone upon the rooftop with a readied rifle, prepared to further stir the chaos. Sheila clambered up the ladder and joined her underneath the fluttering Hammer and Compass. With binoculars in hand, she knelt down besides the sniper, and peered in the direction of Frances’ target. She shifted her weight as not to squeeze her diaper, which felt almost like a saturated sponge between her legs. Any wrong move and her urine would leak out. “Watch my flanks. I’ll bloody ‘em up”. “Don’t miss”. She swiveled on her heels toward where the wobbling river was swallowed by darkness, holding just a midge of disappointment at being denied the spectacle. The field battle had quieted, reduced to the echoes of faraway shots and the muffled mechanical clank of the doomed tank. How many seconds till contact? The absolute stillness through her lenses made her uneasy. It was the damned wait again, agonizing hours of hoping that the horizon would not impart a sea of tanks and jets. It’s the drug talking. Intelligence had predicted nothing of the sort. The battle was over, and the British had won without a hitch. Her thoughts were broken by the muffled explosion rising above the subsiding din of gunfire, and with it the very welcome commotion of shouts and screams. Sheila had almost forgotten her anticipation of the blast, and so was taken back by the numbing explosion of gunfire metres away as Frances fired her L42 on cue. A welcome shot, to be sure, but the sheer shock drove another dash of pee from Sheila’s bladder; this time, her saturated diaper’s core could not muster the speed to absorb all the leak. Sheila scowled and blushed red upon feeling a hot trickle of liquid running down the left leg of her tights. “Contact!” What a shot. Sheila lowered her binoculars and turned towards the tank, expecting to see a stream of RPG fire converge upon the immobilized target. But no explosions illuminated the tank’s dark silhouette, growing sharper with each turn of the dial. The hemispherical turret’s appendages were moving, the turret rotating along with Sheila’s fingers. She could see the protruding cannon shrink, then disappear altogether. And then the machine-gun’s pirouette ceased as well. Her eyes widened and she threw down the binoculars. “On the ground!” A blinding flash of cannon-fire beamed through the focuses lenses. Her arm was around Frances’ neck by the arrival of the cannon’s roar. Unthinking, unbridled reflex sent her tumbling over the building’s edge, Frances in tow. She was surrounded by chaos and emptiness, plunging an endless descent, a sitting duck for the impossible might of the Russian cannon. A shell cleaving through the air encountered a plywood wall, an effortless fight that shattered the wall and a trigger on the projectile’s tip. It spewed forth a jet of molten metal, found not rolled steel but air, and milliseconds later exploded in the confines of an East German cabin. Sheila was mere metres away from the earthshaking roar, suspended in her fall as the walls burst into thousands of pieces of shrapnel, and the air turned into fire. Her scream died, caught in her throat, but her urine fared no such encumbrance in emptying from her bladder. The impact came a half-second later, her body into the dirt, her head into the helmet, her brain into her skull, and the ringing flooded her mind from every orifice. The world blackened. “Sheila! SHEILA!” Her eyes opened – or were they open already? That was Frances’ scream, hoarse and ragged, Frances’ face, draped with blood. There was no pain, but all her body was sore and numb, as though trapped under a weight. Something was stinging her eyes – her face was damp. She wipe her eyes and left a streak of sanguine red on the back of her hand. My blood? The same sticky wetness was on her chest, and enveloped her crotch. Damn… Finding Frances’ flushed face sent a pang of embarrassment through her. How long… did she see…? Sheila couldn’t have known that even in her first few seconds of consciousness she was still wetting herself. Her rifle was still in its place, strapped across her chest. Frances’ was gone. With hands in the dirt, she propped herself into a sitting position, and immediately found that her rear had squished into a mess. It was over her tights, her fatigues – the padding had failed entirely to contain it. But she could smell nothing over the odor of fire and death. The sources of both were close by. “They…. they’ve gone and got… got my….” The scream was tearing up his throat, and the burning gasps of a dying man. All his effort could not muster a voice louder than a whisper. Sheila crawled to his side and saw instantly the gaping hole through his waist, and the blood pouring into the olive uniform from the irreparable gash. “It’s… it’s… please…” “Perkins! Perkins!” She tore here eyes away and prayed the medic was still alive. “Present!” Her heart leapt. “What do we have-”. “Morphine. He’s nothing left.” She turned away stiffly. Who was he? Anger and raw hatred welled inside and roused her from the impact’s slumber. The Kraut… I was watching him from… The billow of fire and black smoke ended her search. She’d missed the tank’s demise. All was quiet. “Got them all?” Frances leaned over her. “I ‘spose. Good work, lass” “See Perkins. You’re roughed up.” “Nothin’ a fag can’t fix. Buzz off and shoot any Kraut we skipped”. Frances turned, expressionless, and scampered away into the milling soldiers left standing guard. Sheila propped herself to her feet and strolled a leisurely pace into the woods behind, ignoring with each step the mess squishing between her legs. Once the Paras had disappeared behind the woodwork, she reached for her pocket holding the tin of Virginias, but produced instead a crumpled ball of padding, its surface slightly muddied with dirt. She flicked open her belt and dropped her fatigues, leaving only a set of black silk tights revealing the mass of a wet diaper and a mess. With a gentle pull, she peeled off her undergarment, scowling and blushing at the coat of mess smeared on their insides. With a hand cupped around her used diaper’s backside, Sheila used the sodden garment to clean off as much as possible, before tossing the padding into the woods and dropping the new, unfolded diaper into her gusset. She pulled her undergarments back up to her crotch, pressing the padding as close to her as possible, in hopes of making it last until the Grenadiers could arrive.

This was done as part of a trade with LeakyPanties. It also got me interested enough in the Street Fighter universe that I picked up V and started playing it. I like the game a lot, and I specifically like Rainbow Mika a lot, so I might be making more SF content. Hope you enjoy! The clamor and chaos that bellowed from a crowd was something Mika would never get tired of. As she stood atop the ropes ringing the arena, the roar grew only louder. “Who’s ready to watch an ass-whooping?” Mika called out, eliciting even more spirited cheers. Beside her, her tag-team partner Nadeshiko was also raising her arms high, calling out to the audience. It was a smaller venue than Mika traditionally hit up, but the crowd was certainly enthusiastic enough to make up the difference. They were eager to see some violence. “You ready to do this, Nadeshiko?” Mika asked, shooting her partner a smirk. Nadeshiko happily returned the smirk, “You bet your ass I am!” “Just asking, cause if you wanna take a break, you know; I’m feeling pumped.” “2v1 pumped?” When Mika’s only answer was a confident smile, Nadeshiko continued, “And leave all the fun to you? Keep dreaming.” At the opposite end of the building, a door swung open, letting in unwanted sunlight. A silhouette appeared in the light, clearly a woman. Mika recognized the figure of Poison almost immediately. What truly made her unhappy was the positively gargantuan silhouette that completely filled the doorway after her. Poison, her wild, pink hair a mess and signature whip in hand, strode towards the ring. Behind her, the colossus called Hugo followed. Mika’s smile had taken on a slightly more serious edge- no longer was she simply eager to get into a fight, now she was eager to take down an old rival of hers. Beside her, however, Nadeshiko’s boisterous confidence had died down considerably. She could swear the earth was shaking with every step Hugo took. She knew she’d peed a little when he entered. She hoped it wasn’t enough to show any damage on her outfit. “Mika,” She spoke, low enough that only the two of them could hear, “Uh, how do you wanna do this?” “Was thinkin’ we’d beat the crap out of ‘em, shake it up a little,” “Seriously, Mika, what’s the game plan?” “I can take on the big guy. I’ve fought with Zangief, after all, and that guy’s nothing compared to him!” Nadeshiko was rather relieved to hear that. Poison was no slouch, but at least she was about the same height. Nadeshiko would need a ladder just to punch Hugo in the chest. With almost no spectacle, the two climbed the ropes, and faced them. Being the rude person that Poison was, and the… odd individual that Hugo was, they weren’t incredibly popular for the audience. Their appearance was accompanied by scattered boos and jeers. It didn’t matter much to them; in fact, Poison likely preferred the enmity. “Rainbow Mika… ” She began, “I heard you recently beat Zangief in one of your little play matches. Old man must be losing his touch, huh?” “Why you… No one insults Zangief!” It wasn’t even a particularly scathing insult, but Mika couldn’t tolerate any amount of disrespect for her idol. “Change of plans, Nadeshiko, she’s mine!” “She’s- wait what?!” her partner stammered, but Mika had already taken several steps forward, raring to go. Nadeshiko looked at the giant who would be her opponent, and felt a cold pit in her stomach. She braced herself to keep from leaking any more. The venue and its modest accommodations didn’t have much in the way of rules, or even staff members, but the closest thing it had to an officiator simply called out, “3… 2… 1… FIGHT!!” With a nearly guttural roar, Hugo dropped to a fighting stance, and slowly approached Nadeshiko. She felt her bladder pulse once more, wetting the crotch of her wrestling attire. She steeled herself, and adopted her stance. She had no idea how she was going to take on Hugo, but she knew it wasn’t by pissing herself. With a sudden lurch forward, Hugo threw out a simple punch. Nadeshiko nimbly dodged it, and used the opening to advance and drive a kick into his belly. If he noticed, he didn’t show it. With his other arm, he struck her in the side. The impact made her stagger back, and she was sure she could feel a couple warm droplets running down her leg. Hugo laughed, and for a moment she was worried her accident had been noticed, however, “I feel no pain!” was all he had to say. Utilizing the considerable range his enormous arms offered him, he lashed out repeatedly, throwing out swing after swing. It taxed her reflexes to the extreme to keep up her dodging. A mighty right hook whizzed by her face, missing by an inch. The shock was so great that she failed to dodge his next attack. Raising her arms to block, she weathered a massive strike from Hugo. Searing pain shot through her arms, and heat coursed down her legs. “No no no no no!” She muttered, looking down at herself. Urine was pouring from her crotch, and her suit was soaked. A thick stream fell between her legs, and splattered noisily on the ground. Smaller streams ran down her legs, depositing into the same puddle. Laughter quickly rose from the audience, along with insults and taunts. Nadeshiko’s face burned red- she’d just wet herself in front of a sizeable crowd. Hugo laughed, and stood imposingly over her, “scared?” He asked. Nadeshiko refused to let the fear overwhelm her any further. Hugo thought he had the fight in the bag, and she aimed to show him otherwise. He leaned over her, and she launched an uppercut directly into his jaw with all her might. If he truly felt no pain, then he was a good actor. He reeled back, clutching his chin. Nadeshiko returned to her fighting stance, and felt her face burn even hotter when the last spurt of urine finally exited her body, and streamed down her leg. Meanwhile, Mika and Poison had been having their own little match. Poison’s whip made a number of approaches difficult, since any attacker would just eat a hit from it if they weren’t careful. Mika performed a feint attack, and Poison swung her whip. Had Mika truly been going for the attack, she would have taken a nasty hit; instead the whip cracked harmlessly in the open air. Mika had instead lunged in the other direction, and quickly closed the distance. Poison barely had time to look surprised before Mika planted a fist in her face. She continued, and drove her knee into her stomach. Finally, she grabbed Poison’s shoulders, and forcefully pulled her into a grapple- slamming her into the ground. Mika put all of her weight and all of her strength into the attack. Poison cried out in pain, but Mika had heard something else. She heard a faint crackle. With Poison’s shorts being pitch black and rather tight, it was difficult to see any staining or any bulge, but the smell in the air told Mika the truth: Poison had crapped herself. Mika grinned ear to ear, and stood, leaving Poison on the ground. She faced the cheering crowd, who had taken great joy in watching the show. In truth, she was also trying to put a little distance between herself and the odor of Poison’s accident. In the middle of the fight between Hugo and Nadeshiko, Mika had bested Poison. Her scream of pain caught Hugo’s attention. In a panic, he looked over to see Mika cheering over a hurt Poison. Seeing his friend in trouble, Hugo growled, and abandoned his fight with Nadeshiko. He rushed to Mika, determined to protect- or at least avenge- his old friend. Mika was riding high after taking out her rival. She was far too busy showboating to notice Hugo. Only when his monstrous shadow fell upon her did she realize what was happening- all too late. Like a human avalanche, he hit her with a body slam. It hurt Poison when Mika put all of her weight into a similar attack, but all of Hugo’s weight? That was like getting run over by a train. She was smashed into the floor, face-down. “Mika!!” Nadeshiko called out, running to assist her partner. Her effort was halted when something took hold of her arm, and pulled her back. Poison’s whip was entangled around her elbow. Poison herself had recovered from Mika’s barrage of attacks, but looked quite worse for wear. Some observers may have even found themselves questioning why she was standing so bowlegged. Poison pulled hard on the whip, bringing Nadeshiko to her. Poison’s eyes drifted down to the wrestler’s stained crotch, and she laughed mockingly. Nadeshiko fought back, but Poison was quick. She swiftly entangled her with the whip once more, this time around Nadeshiko’s entire body. Her arms were bound to her side, and she could not free herself, no matter how hard she struggled. She was then spun, and shoved towards the ropes. Her wet groin and glistening legs were quite easy to see. “Looks like little Nadeshiko had a bit too much to drink!” Poison shouted, eliciting laughter from the crowd. She was spun around once more, facing Poison again. “Hey, Hugo!” She called, “Wanna finish this one up?” The giant smiled, “Sure thing,” and lifted himself up. Below him, Mika was still lying face-down. She struggled to rise, but only briefly, before falling back down. Those in the ring were privy to a hissing sound, and their eyes all fell upon Rainbow Mika, and the rapidly expanding puddle around her thighs. “Oh-ho! This is great!” Poison shouted, seeing Mika piss herself, “I think it’s about time for a rebranding. How does ‘Yellow Mika’ sound?” The audience laughed, and some of them even started a chant of “Yellow Mika.” Hugo gave a spirited laugh at his friend’s joke, as he cracked his knuckles. “All yours,” Poison said, stepping to the side. Nadeshiko struggled furiously to escape the whip binding her, but nothing worked. She stumbled backwards, into the ropes. There was nowhere else to go. Hugo reeled back for a bone-shattering punch, while Poison merely taunted “smile for the camera!” Nadeshiko couldn’t find the same courage that had helped her earlier, the only thing she could feel was chilling terror. Her knees buckled, and her bowels gave in, pushing their contents into her panties. Unlike Poison, Nadeshiko’s outfit was white, and quite elastic. Her wet load filled the backside of her outfit, creating a rounded bulge that began to tinge brown. As she’d stumbled back into the ropes, she’d just treated at least a quarter of the audience to a clear view of her shitting herself in fear. She took solace in the fact that she would be unconscious soon enough. But that was when all of them heard the rather startling sound of Mika’s voice, screaming “Hey!!” Poison and Hugo whirled about in alarm, to see Rainbow Mika charging at them. As silly as she looked, with a piss stain that reached up to her bellybutton, they knew she was still a threat. Hugo prepared to meet her in combat, and Poison prepared to back him up. Both of them ignored Nadeshiko, who took the time to wriggle and writhe as much as possible. She had to suppress her desire to cheer when the whip began to loosen, and finally fell off of her. She’d been partners with Mika long enough to know what she wanted to do. Hugo was not ready when, instead of attacking him, Mika slid between his legs. Behind him, Nadeshiko was waiting. She held out her hands, and served as a launchpad for Mika. Throwing the woman into the air, she landed a deadly kick on the back of the giant man’s head. He howled in pain, and began to waver. Poison was fast enough to realize the danger she was in. She rushed Nadeshiko before Hugo could fall- before it would just be her against the duo. Nadeshiko was taken by surprise, and fell victim to a kick in her stomach. Poison retrieved her whip, and lashed out with it, striking Nadeshiko in the chest. She screamed, and fell backwards. She was done for, and she knew it. Unlike Mika, she couldn’t muster the will to stand back up. By the time Hugo had finally collapsed, Mika was panting. She seriously only had a few drops of energy left inside her. Her eyes went wide when she saw an incoming whip strike. She ducked it, but Poison pressed the attack. Mika’s dodges of the many whip cracks were getting sloppier by the second. Eventually, Poison had gotten close enough to deliver a punch directly to Mika’s abdomen. Mika didn’t have the energy left to dodge, nor the strength left to resist it. She inhaled sharply, then felt her body begin to go limp. When Poison pulled her fist back, Mika fell to her knees, wobbling to her left and right. She fought hard to stay conscious, to get back up and win, but her body was at its limit. She tried to force her body to move, and the exertion caused her to soil herself. The back of her outfit tented as its elasticity was tested by Mika’s load. Unlike her partner, her mess was much more firm, and stretched her outfit enough that she could feel it grow tighter. The thing both soilings had in common, however, was how conspicuous they were. There was no way anyone watching her couldn’t tell that she’d just shat her pants. She felt humiliated, but mostly she just felt anger. She couldn’t stand to have lost to Poison. She especially disliked that Poison was the first person to crap their pants, and yet no had noticed. “Nighty night, Yellow Mika,” Poison purred. Mika fell forward, the pain and exhaustion only seconds from overwhelming her. In that moment, she swore to herself that she would not rest until she’d redeemed herself for this shameful match, and until she made Poison pay.

In this short film just after the 8 minute mark a woman seems to have a small wet patch on her crotch. then moments later she fully soaks her pants in fear. enjoy