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  1. 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!!
  2. Mikasa was furious when she found out that Levi decided to use Eren as bait, she could not afford it, he was the love of her life, and then she had a plan. *** Levi and Hanji were discussing something in the room, Levi was constantly drinking tea and Hanji suddenly noticed - Levi, drink less, you can wet yourself - After these words, Ackerman choked on his tea, then grumbled something and continued to drink. *** Meanwhile Mikasa made her way closer to the room, she deftly bypassed the guards to be unnoticed. *** While Levi was drinking tea, he did not notice how his bladder was full, he felt discomfort, but tried not to show it, then imperceptibly clasped his hand between his legs and crossed his legs while Hanji spoke something, the door opened, it was Mikasa with a gun in her hand. Levi felt a sense of excitement, and Hange raised her hands as Mikasa told Hange to come out, then sat in front of Levi. “Do you want to use Eren as bait ?!” The girl growled, creating discomfort, and the gun was about to go off. But Levy put on a mask of indifference and answered "Yes" Mikasa threatened him for a long time, but he refused to change the plan. -If you want to kill, kill, but think that only I can save Eren if something happens, and how Yeager himself will react to it- He said at the end, Mikasa really wanted to shoot, but Levi's words really influenced her and she shot at the wall, which made him close his eyes and do something else ... **** –Scary Girl– Hange said as she entered after Mikasa left. - Can we leave? - she asked, but noticed that Levi was trembling slightly with his eyes closed. She walked on and looked down, his pants were wet and he was urinating, urine leaked out of his pants, spilled onto the chair and fell to the floor. –I said don’t drink much– She said, tying a jacket around his waist, at that moment Petra came in ...
  3. I was surprised that there were some wetting/soiling in some creepypastas I listened to and for some reason it feels wrong to me, due to me wetting and soiling fetish. What do you think and share them if you want
  4. This is a fiction about the anime "Mieruko-chan", English isn't my main language so please be compassionate. Attention for those who know the original work: probably except for some events the story will deviate particularly from the original one, just think of the fact that in this version Miko does not have a brother (Kyousuke) but a sister (Keiko), obviously I will try to keep the elements of wetting on the train and of the bed (which I will change into a futon for those interested), good reading. Chapter 1: "True Fear Stories". Contents: Allusions to bedwetting, pissing in the toilet. Main characters: Miko (Stoic future medium), Keiko (Miko's little sister). Note: Low content, you can skip it if you don't care about the storyline. "Eeeyahhh" A girl screamed with tears in her eyes after seeing a kind of ghost similar to the well-known Samara from the Ring novel series come out of the refrigerator. "Scary isn't it?" Said a mustachioed man in traditional clothing. "Oh, a lot!" A girl dressed in pink pajamas next to her answered. "And these things are 100% real, dear viewers, after all the show is called True Scary Stories!" The man said looking into the camera and then continued: "Tell me, what would you do if you were the one who found yourself in that situation?" addressing the girl beside her. "Hmm what a difficult question ... I think I would probably ignore it hoping not to wet myself!" The girl replied, looking up at the camera after reflecting on it with her head down. “Oh ho, a very common answer! well now the next clip, it looks like the next one is going to be so scary that even the cameraman is passed out, so try not to make spots or spoil appear wherever you are sitting! -sschwump- “Miko! Have you clogged the shower drain with your hair again? " Said a girl in a T-shirt and shorts in her early teens after she left the washroom door with the towel still on her head while she rubbed her brown hair. "Huh? I don't think so, however, there is that show you wanted so much to watch on TV, True Scary Stories. ”A yellow-eyed, black-haired teen girl with bizarre purple tips replied, she was wearing teal pajamas thin enough to reveal. the contours of undergarments. "Ah, I wanted to see it," Said the younger girl slinging on the sofa and then adding: "Who are you chatting with?". "I'm chatting with Hana," Miko replied. "Huff! Big sister, you drank both cans of cola ... is it late, are you sure you'll be able to fall asleep? And one of them was mine anyway!" The younger sister said with a tone between angry and playful. "Oh ... sorry, I was lost in thought, do you want me to go to the vending machines on the corner?" The older girl apologized. "No, it doesn't matter, I wasn't thirsty anyway, I was saying it for you, anyway ... very hydrated and with the thought of the ghost program ... you don't want to wet the sheets while you sleep?" Said the younger sister in a more playful tone. “Eeeeh, thanks for the concern Keiko but no need to worry, rather how is YOUR bed-wetting problem? Ah sorry sorry Keiko I was lost in thought ”Miko with an amused tone replied to her teasing with another and then apologized immediately knowing that it was bothering her. “I haven't wet the bed in years! You should know ... "Keiko said after blushing strongly, Her problem was unknown to anyone outside her family but she had stopped wetting the bed only two years before except for some occasional event, which bothered her because she liked being considered great especially by her big sister who always seemed to her so mature and stoic, she had certainly never seen her have an accident. Half an hour after the sisters started watching the broadcast. -Click- The front door opened after being unlocked and a woman very similar to Miko, only older, walked in with an envelope in her hand. "Mom! You scared me!" Keiko said after hugging her older sister. "Moment of tension ruined," Miko thought and then greeted his mother: "Welcome back mom, How was your day at work? "All right except my colleague who kept calling me for every nonsense, he's new but if she keeps calling me Touko from here and Touko dillà I'll think she has a crush on me hahaha ... sorry, you girls instead? Did you eat?" Touko asked hoping not to have bored his daughters. "All right mum, I've finished the essay for sociology!" Keiko replied boasting. "And you Miko?" Touko asked smiling. "Everything ok ... Yawn ..." Miko replies to be interrupted by her own yawn and then said: "ah I'm tired I'm going to sleep because tomorrow I'm going to wake up early and see me with Hana a little before school" And then she got up from the sofa. "Remember to brush your teeth and go to the bathroom, after all, that cola!" The younger sister almost shouted. "Ahaha, Miko looks like you have a new big sister!" The mother said smiling at Keiko and then added "Goodnight darling see you tomorrow!" This time addressing the older sister. -Psssssssssssssss- "Ahhh" Miko sighed after emptying her bladder, as she went she wondered if she ever wets the bed for not going to the bathroom before sleeping, but she stopped thinking about it immediately after drying and pulling up her white panties and pants. pajamas. "Ah, Keiko must have leaned against the mirror ... strange it's very high up, did she do it on purpose?" Miko thought as she erased fingerprints on the bathroom mirror she had distractedly noticed after getting up from the toilet. Weekly Wetting / Messing Incident Statistics: Miko (0/0) Keiko (? /?) Touko (? /?) Supernatural Powers: Miko (?) End of Chapter 1
  5. Karen Gillan pees her pants in The Bubble when a dinosaur roars at her
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  7. Hey , Do anyone know any movie scene or any clip in which men wet their pants with fear of woman or a girl or when scared or threatened by a woman ? Please share if you know any it will help me alot . Thanks!
  8. https://www.imdb.com/search/keyword/?keywords=urinating-in-fear Good afternoon, from this list, let's publish here time codes in films where scenes with wet pants
  9. Just came across this clip today. I'm not that fond of fear wetting myself, but I thought someone here might appreciate it. (If anyone knows which film the clip comes from, please tell) fearwetting from random movie.mp4
  10. https://www.xshr.online/2021/11/ghnu-44-gishi-gishi-purun-vs-cyborg.html?m=1 Superheroine is defeated by bad guys and restrained by one of them while another holds a huge broken piece of glass to her throat and then threatens to cut her belly at which point she pees her panties very noticeably all over the floor and the bad guys (and one female) make fun of her and show her accident and her embarrassment from multiple angles. 2nd video on page. Timestamp between 21:00-22:00 beware of ads as usual on this site
  11. Carol Gordon, an ordinary journalist ... at first glance seemed like a long-haired blonde with beautiful blue eyes and perfect forms in the right places. Every teenager in his thoughts undressed her when she put on a white tight suit with a short red cloak in which her ass was not completely covered, and there was a large neckline on her chest ... and every boy and man understood that pants and underwear were becoming too tight in groin area ... "Girl Fist" was nicknamed by the people, she was really strong and possessed super powers that were inferior in use even to many military developments. A 15-year-old teenager walked confidently along the roads of night New York, a dark hood did not give a look on his appearance the guy grinned realizing that today he will receive a salary for his work, he started this business 2 years ago, caused? Of course, life in the most lame part of New York, when your whole life is going to hell ... The teenager was so carried away by thoughts of money that he did not notice a figure hovering above him with a short red cloak that opened a view of her butt ... - Well? Who are you bringing that bastard's merchandise to? - The guy froze in surprise, his heart pounded, his eyes widened, and his hands trembled ... he knew ... she would come for each of the lawbreakers ... The girl landed in front of him, her chest cracked slightly as she landed ... - Aren't you ashamed? help sell illegal drugs ... do you know what kind of punishment awaits you? - - I… I don’t understand what you’re talking about! - The teenager tried to say something, but the menacing gaze of the city's defender did not allow him to continue. Before he had time to say anything else, he was in the sky, a moment and he felt the wind hitting him in the back when blowing. There is a scream, the hood tilted back to reveal the guy's face, his dark hair fluttered in the wind, and tears began to flow from his black eyes ... Suddenly the fall stopped, the teenager felt himself flying up again ... but ... someone seemed to be holding him in his arms ... - Well, will you answer !? - The heroine growled at the boy, holding the boy in her arms, as soon as she let him go, everyone will forget about him forever. - Enough! - The guy screamed hoping it would work, but all he heard was a snide grin, before the guy had time to understand anything, he felt an unpleasant pain in the backside and between the legs ... The underwear stuck into him, he literally hung in the air, and the heroine held him by the garment of his underwear. - Ouch! Oh my God! - The boy whimpered in pain, it seemed a little bit and the linen would burst ... - So that? Tell me? Or will we give it up when will your rainbow elastic band on the family members burst? - Her causticity was both terrible and humiliating, I wanted to shout, call for help ... but what's the point ... - ОК ОК! - Young man understanding how this could end, because who wants to be smashed on the asphalt. Girl Fist slowly released him to the same place he was. He breathed slowly and shivered, his gaze went slowly over the figure of the heroine, tears prevented him from seeing the expression on the heroine's face, although at one moment he stopped at the diamond cut on the chest of the white suit, when he suddenly saw two snapping fingers in front of him. - Hey Hey! My eyes are here! - His eyes went higher, anger and impatience were read in her gaze ... Realizing that she was stronger, he did not slow down ... - I work as a distributor of goods for a street gang, okay? - - So already something ...- The redhead came a little closer, the teenager felt tension and danger. - I don't give a damn about the name, I wonder where they are - The teenager hesitated, even with the danger of being injured, he did not want to lose money... but the gaze of the redhead was enough to understand how real the danger is. - I will show! I'll show them where okay?! Don't beat me! - With these words, the boy put his hands forward in fear, as if hoping to stop the woman. *** - Damn it Jacob! Why the hell did you not carry the goods !? - A young man of Latin appearance contemptuously scolded the teenager, not knowing with whom he collaborated ... - Boss ... I ... I just heard about the fact that "Girl Fist" is patrolling in those places ... you know you don't want her to kick my ass and ... - - You are a damn coward! - The man barked and slammed his fist on the table. - You are afraid of a damn whore in a latex suit who is only to take pictures for porn magazines! - If a man knew what would happen later, he would hardly have been so brave in his language, but now aggression was taking over him, the money was stronger ... The man, in fact, was incredibly afraid of meeting her ... and wanted like everyone else ... Suddenly the door was kicked out, there was a crack ... The teenager immediately rushed to the corner so as not to get under the shots of the bandits, the Latin did not understand anything, he rushed to the pistol and directed it towards the entrance ... at the moment everything stopped ... she stood in front of him ... long red hair, a tight white suit, imposing shapes and a short red cape ... Her eyes were burning from the use of the laser, her gaze was hellish ... - Will you let go of your pistol yourself?" Or do you need help from "Porn Magazine Whore"? - The frightened man instantly threw the weapon down, did not want to play with fate ... - So ... Juan right? - The drug dealer immediately nodded his head to confirm his name, but soon regretted it ... the figure of a woman with the speed of light was nearby, the moment her eyes light up red even more ... Juan understood ... this is the end ... A laser shot rang out ... The Latin man was trembling, covering himself with his hands, there were burning cuts from the laser on the back of the wall, the table was broken into two parts ... The room could almost be heard ... except for one ... hiss ... The man's gray business trousers became wetter and darker, urine flooded everything, pants, chair and floor ... The drug dealer was still trembling, tears were leaving his eyes ... Girl Fist looked down contemptuously, to her the man in front of her was a worm. Even though he considered himself a successful mafioso, in fact he turned out to be a coward who pissed his pants on. A yellow puddle was accumulating at his feet, his pants were completely wet, a huge spot of urine was on them ... The man slowly removed his hands from his face, the heroine's gaze was not in the direction of his eyes, but below it was wet ... "OH MY GOD!" flashed through his head, hands immediately covered his groin, although there was no point in that, given the damage that was done to his pants ... - Disgusting, and you also call yourself "Leader" - The redhead walked away noticing a puddle flowing in her direction. - Damn it dude! Stop pissing! Even your subordinates were bolder! Well ... almost ... I stepped into a puddle of one of the shooters... he cried so much with fright ... and not only cried ... - The woman exhaled releasing anger, she herself understood how sometimes she exaggerated during the execution of missions ... - Okay listen to me - Juan obediently lifted his gaze from shame and fear. - Now you go home, change your pants, and then YOURSELF go to the police and don't try to leave ... I'll find out everything and then you're finished! - The man instantly nodded, still unsuccessfully covering the huge spot on his pants and ran away, fearing to get a kick. - So now you ... - As soon as the woman turned to the teenager, she discovered a similar situation ... He trembled, sobbed, his hands covered his head, he squeezed against the wall, pressing his knees to his chest ... and a wet stain spread on his pants, a puddle of pale yellow was spreading under the boy's ass ... the heroine rolled her eyes ... - Oh my god... - *** A 16-year-old girl was leaving the room, her narrow birch dress emphasized all forms, her red hair was well-groomed long. The party was a failure, my head ached, alcohol made itself felt unpleasantly ... Of course the worst thing is the guy who followed her ... The young man's gaze was brutally directed at the beauty's ass. Drunk, beautiful, fragile, the ingenious plan of lust was close to being fulfilled ... In the end, tomorrow from the drunk she will forget everything, and what will she do? A fragile girl. The blonde of the senior classes in a short time overcomes the distance between them, playful hands instantly grab the girl's buttocks... - Hey! What the fuck !? - Before the girl had time to be indignant, she was pressed against the wall, her hands had already moved to her elastic chest ... - Fuck off you bastard !!! - - Hush, hush, don't be afraid - Hands are released lower and lower, a little more and the hem of the dress will lift up and open a view of the burgundy panties. - You need problems !? Let go of your hands before I cripple you !!! - But the guy did not listen, his cock in his pants was already resting on the girl's leg. - Listen, do not resist, trust you will spend time with a high - Suddenly a moment ... he suddenly feels like he is already knocking on the wall opposite, the girl has shaded her hands forward ... this means ... - What have you ... pushed me? ... - He just couldn't believe ... - This is your warning! Keep your dick in your pants! - The girl answered rudely, heading for the exit from the building, but the young man did not calm down ... There was a slap in the corridor ... the girl grabbed her butt, blushing and gasping in surprise ... The redhead slowly turned back, an arrogant smile played on her classmate's face ... The girl's fist was slowly clenched ... The guy's eyes widened with fear ... the girl's fist that was aimed in his direction hit the wall ... a few centimeters from him ... my knees suddenly became wadded, everything inside was cold from fear ... With a crash, the young man fell, his hands trembled, the girl came a little closer. In horror, the guy looked up, her furious eyes were directed in his direction, he slowly began to crawl back ... - What? Scared? - The guy has already started to whimper trying to crawl as far as possible. The girl suddenly stopped, her nose sniffing at the strange smell ... The gaze rushed to the guy between the legs, then the redhead moved away so as not to wet his heels in a puddle ... With a hiss, the pants darkened, a puddle immediately gathered around the guy's ass ... - Mmm ... that's what your dick is still capable of ... just piss in your pants ... - The young man instantly covered the stain and ran away, the girl ironically noticed that the ass was getting wet more in the sitting position ... there was a huge wet spot on the ass ... *** But the teenager was not the same classmate, just a boy that went the wrong way ... the girl's fingers dropped onto the boy's shoulder. The frightened child raised tear-stained eyes to the girl... trying to look more often at the cutout on the chest ... - Listen, I won't tell anyone, calm down ok? - The boy nodded, he was ashamed to wet himself like that in front of a woman, but on the other hand ... he believed in her sincerity. - Come on ... I don't know where you live ... it's already morning, let me ... well ... bring you home - If the boy knew what she meant by this, he would not agree ... Fly on the back of a famous heroine? It's humiliating! And especially at such a height ... The morning city was magnificent, everyone was asleep, silence ... The young man felt the cold wind, there was an unpleasant sensation in his groin from wet pants ... and how did she decide to put him on his back? Her suit is going to be wet ... she'll have to change ... bare her boobs ... ass ... that stand out so much in this outfit ... he closes his eyes and folds his head on her ... her scent ... soft skin ... how he wants to see her naked ... on the bed ... with bare breasts, that big bare ass ... - ... I ... I hope that this ... organ that rests against me will remain in your pants ... - The guy blushes, opening his eyes ... - Anyway ... is this your home? - The address is like that ... - In front of the heroine and the teenager was a brick, old, shabby multi-storey building ... It seemed a little bit more and it would collapse ... - Yes ... I'm on the fifth - The teenager answered in a voice low from tension. The girl lets the guy go to the fire escape near the open window. - Well, thanks... - The guy stumbled trying not to let the woman notice his erection, but the heroine herself was gone. "Well, evening ..." The guy was thinking while washing his pants. Having changed into pajamas, the guy left the bathroom heading for the unfolded sofa. The young man covered himself with a blanket ... then hugged a 25-year-old woman nearby ... It's not just that he started making money in this industry ... The older sister who took him from the alcoholic's father when she just turned 18 was like a mother to him ... he tried to help her as best he could ... but had to start drug trafficking ... falling asleep, he feels like the brunette hugs him back. A smirk plays on her lips ... "Oh my little fool ... wherever you work, finish with this." A thought rushes through her, addressed to her younger brother, not knowing that this chapter of his life is over ... he just needed to wet himself with fear ...
  12. Rose was 43, but she was still a beautiful woman with decent breasts and a nice ass. She lived in Alabama and clearly did not know that this would happen to her. Her stepson was 16 years old, he clearly had sexual fantasies on her, once he took a picture of her under a bathrobe and saw beautiful white panties that highlighted her ass, and once he did not hesitate and looked at her breasts in a lilac short skirt pajamas and she pretended not to notice how something grew in his underpants. The first incident occurred in a movie theater, together with her stepson she went to a horror movie, which she soon regretted. Without thinking, she drank too much cola, by the middle of the film she felt urine accumulating in her bladder, of course she did not want to wet herself in a public place, once it already happened when she was 20 years old, she just pissed in her pants on the subway like a little girl ... As soon as she was distracted, a screamer escaped on the screen with a loud sound, which made her scared and screamed, and urine began to come out of her pussy, making her panties wet. The teenager nearby heard a slight hiss and a strange smell, his thoughts turned out to be true, a dark stain of urine was growing on his stepmother's jeans, and urine was pouring on the floor. He suddenly felt excitement in his pants. When they came home, he suddenly went to the toilet, and what about her? She had to go wash her pants again ignoring the bump in the guy's pants ... The second case was even more shameful. For lack of space sleeping, the worst thing that could happen happened, she lay in the same room with her stepson, given that he was clearly thinking about her sexually. At night, she could not sleep for a long time, she did not know that the teenager was not sleeping, but was waiting for his moment to approach her beautiful lips and feel her breasts in his hands. While she wanted to get up, he already pressed her to the bed and eagerly examined her, she suddenly felt something hard pressed against her pussy, then she realized that it was his groin, he was already approaching her lips as ... she woke up, the teenager lay on the bed and did not touch her, as soon as she relaxed, she realized that the bed was wet like her panties! She wet herself in her sleep, it was a shame, and even in one room with him! Realizing that it was impossible to be in bed like this until the morning, she slowly got up from the wet bed, then took off her wet pejama robe, then began to take off her panties, not suspecting that the teenager was filming everything on the phone, focusing on the ass, and then the naked pussy ... The third case was terrible, as usual she was with him, now she was on the subway as she realized that she did not go to the toilet at home, she just wanted to go to the toilet and now if she wet herself it would be a shame, especially since the guy is waiting for this to be himself again Satisfied, she crossed her legs so as not to let a drop into her panties, ironically that she was wearing the same jeans as the first time she peed in her pants. She felt that now she would get herself wet, there was still a little left to the station, but it seemed that it was too late, her panties were already getting wet, it looked like nothing would save her from shame. It happened at the very exit, a urine stain began to appear on my jeans, and a puddle spread all the way to the stairs, it was a shame. Of course, the first thing her stepson decided to do was relax himself in the toilet. During all this time, Rose realized that she would no longer tolerate his sexual relations in her direction and an erection in his pants. There were also cases not related to urination, such as, for example, he allowed himself to touch her while she was sleeping, or took a picture of her breasts, and once stole her lace panties. One day she allowed him to talk. -We need to talk- she said seriously, this time she was wearing a tracksuit, clearly not going to tolerate his antics. - About your urine problem? - he sarcastically watching her blush and cross her legs as if afraid she would accidentally wet herself. -No, I'm talking about your thoughts and actions in my direction when you took a photo under my robe or my boobs, when he spied on me when I was changing clothes, filmed my ass and vagina, and also filmed all my ... accidents — she blushed again — And when you spied on me in the shower and filmed my trip to the toilet, as well as when you stole my panties in which I wet myself. No more sex in my direction! - At this, he did not even have time to grin as she grabbed him by the T-shirt and lifted him like a doll, fear appeared in his eyes, then she took the knife and leaned against his penis, his legs trembled. - Or I will make you stop! - Then she felt warmth on her arm, he wet himself, a wet spot grew on his shorts, and urine poured onto the floor ... He did not come close to her anymore and was afraid to even look below her bed, and one day they had to sleep together and out of fear of intimacy, he wet the bed, then she took the belt ...
  13. I think this is supposed to be RE2 Sherry Birkin. She is in her underwear and pissing herself in fear.
  14. Attention! ANIME STYLE Tokyo. The year is 2045. Armageddon... Death came imperceptibly ... it just burst out of nowhere, destroyed almost the entire population of Japan ... and ... the whole world in principle ... People just became ... cannibals ... eating all living things that they see ... A group of people were able to recapture the former hotel from the zombies, turning it into a base to protect the survivors, from a small group of 7 people, they became a huge diaspora to which 20 more came. But history will tell us about one of them, the first of the seven ... Heddohiro Horasi. A 14-year-old boy with beautiful blue hair covering the back of his head, not tall and slender, despite his 14 he was not tall, his delicate features were spoiled by a small scar on his cheek, his eyes were incredibly beautiful heavenly color. There was also one annoying factor ... a high voice ... not very, but decently high ... if not for the slightly masculine features and a boy's figure ... although this did not help and very often he was confused with a girl, and among the girls themselves he was considered weak, only one admired him ... (but more on that later) even his own sister did not see anything useful in him ... and this ... incredibly angry, especially when they hear whispers about your uselessness .. ... Fate gave him a chance one day ... but he did not know how it would end. - Some bitch stole the medicine! And you forgive her ?! - Fukucho Otoko ... an incredibly evil guy ... and how did she just look at him ?! - I do not forgive her Fukucho! I just understand her in some way! - The girl with dark blue hair screamed back on her boyfriend, she looked like Heddo, but was clearly more feminine. Unofficially, she was one of the leaders of their group, beautiful, kind and strong, but she was not always like that to her brother, often criticizing him for weakness and ... cowardice ... yes, he was not the bravest ... unlike Fuku ... no matter how harmful he was ... you have to admit that if it were a fucking anime, he would be such a stereotypical protagonist! At first he was a nerd with a good physique, handsome and intelligent. And he is useless! Even in the eyes of his own sister !!! - OK, then ... what if someone from the group gets sick? Will there be no necessary medicines? What are we going to do Sijugara ?! And if Heddo gets sick ?! Let's be honest ... he's not the strongest! - Heddo's hands clenched into fists painfully ... his knuckles turned pale, if he had had the courage, he would have knocked out and punched Fuku ... however ... then he will receive for eavesdropping, and Fuku himself is 6 years older than him ... and stronger ... and taller. .. - Heddo! ... Heddo ... you're right ... - teeth gnawed at each other from resentment ... his own sister ... the closest person after the death of his parents ... - Forgive me ... Heddo is not one of the strongest people ... - The sobs of his sister are heard, he always sobbed after a quarrel and he is weak ... now tears came out of his eyes, resentment and anger ... he is not weak! He ... he will prove! He left realizing that these two would solve their problems ... in their own way ... and I don't want to listen to his sister's lustful moans ... The fist wiped away the tears that rained down her cheeks ... he was not weak ... not weak ... He knew what kind of bastard he was talking about ... that whore ... if you can call it that. That old house from which goosebumps ran ... he and she were the only ones who were lucky enough to survive during one of the sorties, then it turned out that she did not give all the supplies ... "Tell someone ... I'll tell how scared you were and ran away while the others were being eaten ..." The blonde grinned cruelly ... - And you really want to go yourself without knowing where? - Isabelle ... a pink-haired and red-eyed girl, only a year younger than the guy, a lively girl, always cheerful and with a fighting character ... and at the same time Heddo was the only one with whom she was surprisingly incredibly kind ... climbed to hug ... and the character immediately disappeared when they went out on sorties together, she worried about him, although she herself often joked about the fact that his hair was even longer, he would look like a girl. - Yes! - The young man boldly cut off while standing at the entrance, he understood that his girlfriend would not give him up, she never gave him up like that. - Do you understand what kind of criticism this is ?! - The girl growled. - Yes!!! - The guy began to raise his voice, he was annoyed by this behavior ... - Don't make yourself responsible! - He turned around feeling his anger rising. - How else if you behave so childishly ?! - The girl argued, although really, usually it was she who was the cheerleader, but now that the best one ... "FRIEND" is ready to take such stupid risks, although he is usually a tactician and he himself discourages her from her actions ... - I ... childish ?! - The youth growled - Yes! - - Screw you! Did you even watch your behavior ?! You always act like the last idiot! You almost jump into the teeth of a zombie, laughing and smiling like this world is a joke !!! Why, for the sake of lollipops, you will soon render vulgar services to raiders ... do you remember school? How did you serve that seller for the sake of three pitiful cigarettes ... - There was the sound of a slap ... The guy turned around to strike back ... but saw tears appear in the corners of her eyes, and her lips trembled ... he first saw her crying ... and the worst thing is that he brought her ... - Sorry I... - He spread his arms for a hug, but she abruptly backed away ... - You ... you ... fuck you! I hate you, everyone is right about you! You fucking freak ... - Streams of tears rolled down the girl's cheeks ... even though the guy was unpleasant to hear this, he understood that he was to blame, because she really was his only friend ... since those days without the apocalypse. - Go wherever you want Heddo! - The girl turned around and walked away ... *** The dead ... there were an incredible number of them ... fear gripped the boy from within, and ... in ... the bladder became uncomfortable ... - God, maybe I will regret it for a long time - 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... The blue-haired man abruptly ran across the narrow street, hoping to remain unnoticed among the crowd of walking dead ... fortunately, this house was not far from the camp ... and he could not cope with a woman! There is nothing to be afraid of! ... except the crowd of the dead ... The house ... slowly the guy opens the door, but suddenly he stopped ... goosebumps suddenly ran over his skin ... *** - You know ... you have a very beautiful face - sharp nails lifted the boy's head, his blue eyes blinked as he began to regain consciousness, the guy's long hair was wet with ... water? The last thing he remembered was as something hard hitting him in the head ... when in front of him he saw the familiar purple eyes and long blonde braids, then an understanding of what had happened came ... He only wanted to throw himself at the girl as something stuck into his skin ... a rope. - Yes ... all the same, you really look like a girl somewhere - The nails let go of the boy's chin, slightly scratching it. - And your hair is as long as a girl's ... do you want to braid your braids? - This smile ... evil and cruel, surprisingly only Heddo and Fuku saw it. - God, did this bum Fuku send you here? Or your sister? Ahh ... yeah ... you probably want to impress this fool ... what's her name ... do you think she'll jump on your neck with kisses if you bring the medicine back? - There was a giggle, as unpleasant as her smile ... - Then you are definitely a dumbass! So she changes with your presence alone! From a groovy girl to a princess in trouble! Hmm ... like I said you look like a girl yourself ... maybe she's just half lesbian? Such a fool ... - - Shut up! - The teenager barked, perhaps he saw in her insult his today's quarrel with her. Conscience tormented him even in such a situation ... - You have no right to say such things about her, you bastard! - - Oh, what interesting words do you know ... and this is our quiet Heddo? - - Don't you dare tell something about Isabelle, my sister or her boyfriend! Not about any of them! Or ... Or ... I ... I ... - - What? Complaining to mommy? Oh yes ... this function is now performed by your sister! And who is daddy? Is it really a bummer? - The death of a mother ... a sore subject ... usually when they lifted her Heddo reluctantly burst into tears ... and constantly this blonde tried to touch her on her own. - Shut up! - The boy growled, a moment ... and a transparent saliva is sent to the girl's cheek ... The smile for the first time disappeared from the girl's face ... - What? Unpleasant ?! Get out of the whole group, you bastard! - There was the sound of a slap in the room ... tears began to appear from the corners of the eyes ... - All right, that's enough! - Her voice rang out ... the handkerchief slowly passed over the cheek ... - Know, personally, I expected to quickly get rid of you, maybe I even left a pack of medicine with your corpse, at least somewhere it would be useful for my pseudo group. Your sister would be proud of you for at least two minutes. - - Wha ... What? - - But now ... since you are such a bitch ... impudent ... and at the same time beautiful as a girl ... why don't I humiliate you? ... for the last time, because I often did this ... - - What will you do? ... - The captive boldly raised his head. - You have already said what you could in these half a year ... insulted everyone I knew, now what are you going to do, you fool? - - Hah ... - A sleepy smile appeared on the lips of the survivor ... - You know ... I have a lot of water ... - She slowly approached his face ... from her breath goosebumps ran through the teenager's skin ... despite the beauty, she was a frightening person. - Have you ever pissed yourself? - - Wh ... what ?! - The youth's cheeks turned red, his eyes widened and turned white. - You heard ... damn ... I can't kill you ... you're too cute ... let's do something else... - she put a finger to her chin pretending to be thoughtful. - Hold this ... exactly one hour! And then, I POSSIBLY give you a chance to leave ... but! If your pants get wet ahead of time ... - The girl's hand went into her bosom ... a moment ... and now she has a gun in her hand ... the teenager's eyes widened ... - You will be found dead, half eaten by the dead, and even all in your own urine ... - The plastic bottle opened with a distinctive sound ... - Do you know the movie "Saw"? Drink or die ... your choice, well ... let's start ... - The bottle sharply pressed against the boy's lips, the water began to penetrate into the mouth forcibly, some of its streams poured out on the young Horashi's dark blue sweatshirt from the violent action. The boy himself did not notice how the bottle was emptied ... the teenager coughed as soon as the bottle was torn from his lips, the pain and the rope squeezing his stomach prevented him from catching his breath eyes were wide open with fear, pain and ... understanding that he would not be able to cope ... he has never had such a huge bladder ... *** - Isabelle? - A girl with long blue hair, in a blue robe so similar to Heddo, she was 6 years older than the boy ... Sijugara ... a gentle hand carefully laid on the back of the sobbing figure of the girl. - What's happened? - She gently stroked her brother's friend on the back. - Did you argue with Heddo? - The sobbing teen nodded without removing her hands from her face ... - Do you want to talk to him? Where is he by the way ... - - He left!!! - - What?! Where?! - Heddo's older sister got nervous. She was afraid for her little brother ... he was the only one left of her old family ... - For medicines! - A teenager tore her hands off her tear-stained eyes - God ... he's your boyfriend! Couldn't you stop him? - - He's not my boyfriend! And I tried !!! I was worried and he ... and he ... called me a whore !!! - - Oh my God ... okay ... I'm looking for him! Stay here ... and ... forgive me ... I don't know what came over him ... - *** 30 minutes, the guy's knees trembled, the rope seemed to shrink tighter on the thin body of the captive, a drop of sweat slowly rolled down his hair and, like a drop of rain, fell down shattered when falling to the floor ... - You want to go to the toilet, right? Another half an hour ... - - Shut up ... - The boy hissed. - You can't do this to me ... you ... a pe*ophile! - There was a female giggle ... - Why did you become so cocky? For all 6 months you were quieter than WATER ... quieter than water ....... - Her whispers and mention of liquid made the situation worse. So the bladder will not stand ... death ... death awaits him ... tears appeared in his eyes. He wants to go home ... - I beg... - - Sorry, what? - - Please ... Siju ... take me home ... - Tears began to run down the teenager's eyes, his whole body trembled ... - Sister, please! I want to go home! - He threw up his head, the tears of the heifer on the cheeks leaving wet traces. This look ... like a hope ... a hope to see the only loved one ... - Where are you?! Save me, it hurts! - - Hahahah! Yes! Here he is the true Heddo !!! Damn, your poor sister is so nervous now, and you are here, you will call her to help like a little one !!! - Evil laughter rang out throughout the room ... it seemed just a little bit more and it would completely destroy the entire building. - Well enough ... it was funny before ... but now ... I'm tired of you ... - Pistol load ... eyes widen in fear ... -N! ... No! Wait, please! - - No, that's enough diplomacy for me - The cold end of the pistol leans against my forehead ... The room ... burst into the sound of hiss ... The girl's eyes went down ... A dark wet spot spread on the boy's pants, a yellow liquid appeared on the chair under him that flowed like a river ... and then, with the sound of a fall, it crashed on the floor ... The boy was still trembling, never letting go of his gaze ... - Jesus Heddo! You wet yourself! Damn yes! - There was a disgusting laugh ... that's it ... now the scum will definitely hear them ... - Holy crap ... you can't even hold back your urine! I thought that you were not such a loser! ... - A shot rang out ... warm drops suddenly crashed into the boy's face ... - H ... Heddo! - A familiar voice ... and such familiar hands, press him to a warm shoulder ... - All is well ... it's over ... - Someone from behind untied the rope, freedom, but the boy did not even move ... - Siju, in my opinion he ... - - Yes, I see! - The girl growled at the guy in response, although she understood that he was not going to sow her brother ... - Okay ... damn ... this bitch must have clothes somewhere ... look in her bags please ... Fuku - He was here too ... - All is well Heddo, well done ... you ... were able to hold her ... you are very brave ... - thin girlish fingers slowly began to massage the top of the younger brother's head ... the guy did not move, he still could not believe that he was alive ... - I found jeans here ... I think they will climb ... - - Yes thank you... - The boy could not get up, the poor blue-haired prisoner was shaking with shock ... even such familiar voices did not soothe, and this unpleasant sensation of moisture between his legs, he simply could not believe that he had let himself be humiliated ... Weak and useless ... he pee himself ... - Heddo ... don't worry ... it doesn't matter ... - - No, no ... no need to calm me down - He whispered, letting go of his head. - I'm like a child ... useless, weak, cowardly ... instead of thinking, I ran to pick up medications ... and she kicked my ass in the end ... you know ... I got scared ... - - Hey ... you ... don't be so strict about yourself ... - - I ... I called you for help, instead of trying to come up with at least something ... I'm a pathetic worm - There started a sob in the room ... - No, you are not pathetic - Fuku's hand fell on Heddo's shoulder. -You ... acted stupidly ... yes you were scared ... but ... in fact ... no one in the group would even dare to come here ... you ... you are really very brave Heddo, and smart ... - The teenager turned to the brunette with yellow eyes - Yes, in terms of physical parameters, you are not Arnold Schwarzenegger, but you are strong, in spirit - *** - Isabelle ... - A voice rang out from behind, but the girl did not pay attention ... or she just pretended ... - Isa! - He called her by her friendly nickname. - Are you going to talk to a whore ?! - She turned around, tears flowing from her eyes, his heart was drenched in blood. - Listen ... I- - What?! "Services" to provide you ?! I’m just doing this, right ?! - - No ... I just wanted to - - And what will you pay with ?! You know, I'm not cheap ... - Suddenly something interrupted her his lips cut into hers, the hands of a teenager pressed her in an embrace, not wanting to let go. Isabelle's eyes widened, tears still flowing down them ... - Sorry... - He said pulling away from her face. - I ... I ... was just on emotions ... I don't think you are like that ... but honestly all those years I was jealous! I ... understood that you would never look at me more than at a friend and I could not come to terms with it! Sorry I... - - Shut up Heddo ... - Suddenly she kissed him again. - You're an idiot. I also liked you since our first meeting - They both laughed hugging, and the older sister of the teenager looked behind with a smile of pride. - Your little brother is cool ... - Added Fuku from behind. - I know you are almost like him - The girl laughed when the guy's hands took her.
  15. Part one available here. Amber had lost her bet with Madison and would now have to finish playing the VR horror game that Madison had started. Madison was currently showering, and Amber was trying to figure out how she could play the game without wetting herself like Madison had. Amber had been drinking, she was terrible with horror games, and she wasn't allowed to take breaks. An accident was inevitable, but an idea popped into her head. If she couldn't prevent an accident, maybe she could hide one. She headed to her little sister's room. Amber's sister had a bedwetting problem, so Amber knew she would have a stash of diapers in her room. Amber found a box of purple, princess-adorned, training pants in her sister's closet. She removed her leggings and slipped one on. It was made for children, but fortunately, due to Amber's small frame, it was only a little tight on her. Amber's leggings wouldn't hide the training pants, so she rushed to her room and put on a pair of white sweatpants. Minutes later, Madison came in. "I put my clothes in the washer. Hope that's okay." "Yeah, it's fine." "It's a good thing your family's out of the house." "Yeah, no kidding." "Alright, enough chitchat. Put the headset on. You've got a maze to get through." "You said there's only two hours left, right?" "Yeah, I played three, and it's supposed to take five total." Amber tried to move quickly through the game, but she wasn't doing a great job. An hour in, she had to pee. She didn't want to use the training pants, but she also didn't want Madison to see that she needed to pee. Madison would probably be suspicious if Amber looked desperate and then suddenly did not. While thinking about whether she should hold it or not, she turned a corner and was greeted by a terrifying ghost and a loud scream. She shrieked and soaked the padding between her legs. "Madison?" she said quietly after she was done. No answer. Amber reached down and gently touched her crotch, as if to check if she had really wet herself. The wet material pushed against her skin. She shuddered and quickly moved her hand away. "Madison, are you there?" "Yeah, what?" "I called your name. You didn't answer." "I had your headphones on. I was listening to music. I kinda zoned out." "Oh, okay." Amber was filled with relief. If Madison hadn't been listening to music, she would have definitely heard Amber wetting herself. Amber had been playing for two and a half hours now. "I thought you said this game was five hours?" "It's probably taking longer because I was going so slow." "Wow, thanks." "Should've let me pee." "Should've learned how to hold it." Forty-five minutes after that, Amber had to pee again. She was certain the training pants couldn't hold any more liquid, but she was getting close to the end of the game. All she needed to do was escape the spooky maze without peeing again, and she would retain the right to tease Madison. A short time later, Amber was out of the maze. "I did it! I'm out!" "Really?" "Yeah, I think it's ov—" It was almost over. Amber had escaped the maze, but the game had one more scare before it ended. Madison saw Amber jump and scream. Then she heard something else. "What's that noise?" Wet streaks ran down Amber's white sweatpants. "Oh my god! You're peeing! Why does it sound like…wait a minute." Madison grabbed the sides of Amber's sweatpants and yanked them down. Amber gasped and quickly scrambled to pull her pants back up, urine still running down her legs. She was having difficulty due to the controllers strapped to her hands. "Is that a diaper?!" Madison was laughing hysterically. Amber unstrapped the controllers, pulled her pants up, and removed her headset. She had stopped peeing. "It's not a diaper!" "It had princesses on it!" Madison was still laughing. "It's regular underwear. I was just wearing an old pair from when I was a kid." "I know a diaper when I see one. I can't believe you made fun of me when you were wearing a diaper!" "It wasn't a diaper. You're so drunk you're probably hallucinating." "Pull your pants down, then. Prove it." Madison crossed her arms. "No!" "You saw me in a thong!" "I don't care. I'm going to the bathroom." Amber walked to the door, but Madison quickly moved in front of it. "Move." "Pull your pants down." "I already wet myself. Isn’t that good enough?" Madison didn't respond. "You want me to come at you? With my wet pants?" "If you do, I'll pull them down. Again." They stared at each for a few seconds. "Look," Madison said. "I'm not going to judge. I peed myself playing this game. I kinda wish I had been wearing a diaper. But you made fun of me, so I get to make fun of you." Amber was hesitant. "You know I love you, and I won't tell anyone. It's just like when you were laughing at me. You weren't being mean. You were just teasing me." Amber sighed. "Okay, fine." She dropped her sweatpants to her ankles. "Happy?" Madison grinned. "That looks like a diaper to me." "Can I go to the bathroom now?" "Aww, did little Amber wet her diapee?" Amber blushed before retaliating. "You wanna change me?" "Ew! No, go to the bathroom." Madison stepped aside. Amber stepped out of her sweatpants and went to clean up. Both of them tried to forget that a video game had made them wet themselves.
  16. 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!
  17. (I take no credit for the image. Artist: unknown.) "...run...." "....run!" "RUN!!" Ilia's eyes shot open, only to be greeted with more darkness. Had she been asleep? Why did she have a horrible pain at the back of her neck? Where was she....who was she? Ilia couldn't seem to remember any of these things, all she could remember was that voice she was dreaming of, "Run....RUN!" That was the only memory she really seemed to posses at the moment. Ignoring her apparent lack of memories, Ilia's mind shifted towards survival, she needed to figure out what was going on. She tried to move, but realized she could not stand, or even move her arms. A rough cut of rope held her tightly to a support beam inside of whatever building was serving as her prison. Ilia felt a sudden wave of fear sweep over her, fear of the unknown, she knew nothing and could see nothing in the dark building, all she knew was that she was a captive, and that was a scary thought. "H-hello?" Ilia managed to stammer, her voice small, "Is anybody there?" Her question was answered by the hideous sound of strange creatures whooping and howling, speaking a primitive language of various grunts and gurgles. One of the creatures loudly beat upon the door of Ilia's cell, indicating that she was to remain quiet. Ilia's heart jumped at the sounds, as her words choked in her throat. After a few minutes, the initial paralyzing fear of the monsters gave way to a less crippling fear, a looming sense of dread. She knew that she had to somehow find a way out of here. Her eyes had now finally adjusted to the light; Ilia could faintly make out her surroundings, a derelict house with shattered windows. The broken windows were allowing trace amounts of moonlight to work their way into the room. Ilia could see that the room was completely bare, say for herself, and the support beam she was tied to. For several minutes, Ilia struggled with her bindings, attempting to break free, but to no avail. Her arms were pulled behind her and wrapped around the pole, fastly secured to the base of the pole with some rope. The rope was tied off so low that she was being forced to sit on her knees, rather than stand. Every time she would tire herself out, she would remember the looming, unknown horror right outside her prison, and then continue trying to free herself of her bonds. After what felt like an eternity, dawn finally came. The first golden rays of sunlight crept through the shattered window, and fell upon an exhausted young girl. Ilia had been struggling all night, and no longer had the energy to hold herself up, she was leaning forward on her knees, with her bound wrists holding her weight from completely falling to the floor. She was so tired, but Ilia was now intrigued at the prospect of being able to see clearly. After surveying her room again, she once more determined that the room was empty. Now Ilia turned her eyes down towards herself, as she couldn't seem to even picture what she looked like. Looking down, Ilia saw she was wearing a white, sleeveless chemise, and light brown capri pants, with bare feet. Though she previously couldn't recollect what she was wearing, this did not feel surprising, seeing her body just naturally felt familiar. Ilia's train of thought was broken when one of the beasts from outside suddenly burst through the door, and into her holding chamber. Ilia was instantly afraid if the hideous little beast, it had a hunched back, horns, green skin, and beady little red eyes. The eyes stared at her thirstily. Ilia's body tensed up as the creature approached her, her mind was now racing, wondering why she had been captured, and what the creature's plans were for her. It waddled right up to her, looking down, it put it's face a mere few inches from Ilia's. Her stomach churned as it looked at her, not just because of the horrid smell, but also because of the way it was looking at her. Despite her best efforts, Ilia started to whimper slightly. She jumped when she suddenly heard a loud clank on the floor, and the sloshing of water. Looking down, Ilia saw that the creature had brought a pail of water with a ladle. Surprisingly, the water looked clean. The creature grabbed Ilia's lower jaw and squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, in the other hand, it took the ladle and poured water into her mouth. She hadn't realized just how thirsty she was, so Ilia greedily slurped at the water. For some reason, this seemed to amuse the green beast, so it refilled the ladle, pulled Ilia's head back, and tried to dump the whole ladle full down her throat. This caused Ilia to choke on the water, and spray it out of her mouth, coughing violently. The little green wretch began making a horrible gurgling sound, which Ilia could only surmise, must have been laughing. The rest of the day Ilia sat in the room alone, until the creature returned with more water at dusk. The process was repeated again the next morning. At first, Ilia had been desperately thirsty, her body utilized all of the water. But now it had been at least a full day and a half since she had probably last used the toilet, she honestly couldn't remember anything prior to her waking up in this room. But now she was getting desperate, she really needed to pee. The creepy green creatures holding her captive had not harmed her yet, so Ilia thought perhaps she could try communicating with them again, even though she reviled even being in their presence. "Hey!" Ilia called "Anybody out there?!" Her call was met with silence. "Please! I-I really need th-the toilet!" She cried out, as her voice began to crack. At this comment, her captors only responded with the same hideous gurgling laugh as before, but otherwise, did nothing. Another hour passed by, Ilia tried to keep her legs crushed together as hard as she could, though it was difficult due to the way she was being forced on her knees. She couldn't quit get her thighs to touch. She was using every ounce of her will power to not wet herself. Ilia wanted to grasp her girlhood with her hands, to relieve the pressure, but her hands were still tightly bound. The pressure was becoming too much to handle, Ilia suddenly lost control for a second, as a spurt of urine squirted into her panties. Quickly she forced herself to get a grip, as the embarrassment began to set in, she realized that an accident was inevitable. Tears were now running down her face, even though Ilia knew there was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable accident, she still blindly held on to hope that her captors would have mercy or something, anything! She was in so much pain now! "N-no!" Ilia cried out, as she felt a warmth spread through her panties. She couldn't hold it back anymore, the warm wetness spread more and more as she began to completely lose control of her bladder, and fully wet herself. Her pee soaked through her panties and into her pants. Ilia felt the hot piss running down her thighs and pooling on the floor around her knees. Her urine made a loud hissing noise as in gushed out of her vagina in through her panties, it went on for over a full minute. Completely defeated, Ilia began to sob, as her body slumped forward again, her weight resting on her wrist bindings, a very large puddle of pee surrounding her, leaking through the floorboards. Ilia's sobbing was interrupted by that horrible gurgling laugh, she looked up and felt the hot burn of shame spread across her face as she saw several of those little green devils peering in at her. They were laughing, their red eyes burning holes into Ilia. She shuddered at the pleasure they were getting from her misery and humiliation. Written by: High Meme-Overlord
  18. So I was watching a few shows and noticed two different fear wettings the first is from the show gintama and A guy wets himself when police show up to arrest him its from The 8th episode at 2:55 and the other it the show noragami and two kids almost get in a knife fight(their is no blood or anything) and one kid wets himself at 16:25 on episode 8 its pretty detailed
  19. Sorry for the calligraphy but the whole text is written in my native language (Italian) and has been subsequently translated into English with Google Translate. The story was written for me so to satisfy my fetishes, don't read it if you don't want, Thanks ! Chapter 1, the bedwetter princess The year 277 of the human calendar was in force, that is, 277 years had passed since man prevailed over the other races in the great war, we were in a happy period, where humans could live peacefully (in their territories of course). In the palace of the emperor (the highest authority in the human world) a small girl with shining red hair and eyes as black as the night walked through the halls, dressed in magical clothes with a very high price, her name was Chlothsinda (for the friends Chloe) and she had just turned 10, she was the eldest daughter of the emperor and had lived a spoiled life without knowing the misfortune of the world. At least until his mother Katherine died, his mother was the strongest paladin ever and his magic, at least according to rumors, could exceed that of the heroes of 300 years ago or the direct descendants of the gods. However he died, this because in the clash with the king of demons, who rises 1 time every 1000 years, and his demonic army was cursed and because of the curse for every demon he killed he lost 1 day of life. At the death of the demon king, then at the end of the war, nothing remained of the strongest paladin except the ash and his divine equipment, traces were lost. Chloe at first did not understand what had happened, however she never saw her mother again, the only one with whom she behaved normally and the only one who treated her with affection. Ever since Chloe realized that her mother was dead, nightmares turned her every time she slept and as soon as she woke up all sweaty and sometimes screaming she immediately knew she was wet from her pee .The servants and maids who had to change her sheets every morning, wash and change her every time began to call her bedwetter princess. When Chloe turned 11 her father with whom she had never talked practically married another woman, who already had 2 daughters: Elizabeth 15 years old, a beautiful young blonde woman with green eyes, 1.70 meters (5.7 ft) tall, thin, with abundant breasts and a hateful personality with no magical ability and no fighting ability, she liked to boast of her beauty and exploiting her sister and her extraordinary magic power; Isabel 10 years old, 1.50 meters (4.9 ft) , thin, small and gentle, with medium beauty, black eyes and dark brown hair, her character was very kind and condescending, she did everything they told her to be a mother and sister, her magical power was exceptional for her age. Their father was a general who died in the war and their mother was a duchess, both were spoiled but unlike Chloe they went to a school or the magic academy of the empire, the most important school in the human world, where only the nobles could enter high-class or the prodigal wizards. At first Chloe thought of her father's new marriage as an opportunity to get back a loving mother and sisters to share the pain with, but she was wrong. Her stepmother treated her decently, although she did not love her as her daughter, the problem was her stepsisters, in particular the eldest, Elizabeth who was envious of her and needed to let off steam on someone, so in addition to the insults and grievances in also around for her condition of wet bed, she asked her younger sister Isabel to sometimes use spells on her to make her lose control of herself making her pass out and then dream and then have a nightmare and get wet, or keep her still with magic while he tickled her until her panties drenched, which were slowly ending. Chloe used very high-level white panties, made of a magical fabric of incredible comfort, which, however, every time we peed inside, became stained so that it was no longer possible to remove the traces of the urine, except than with a product that was used in medicines that cost more than the panties themselves, very expensive... One day Chloe went to Elizabeth (Liz) and Isabel (Isa) because desperate from the situation and without magic panties in fact now she wore red cotton panties with a comfortable pink dress and deer leather shoes on them: (Chloe): sisters I can't stand you and your teases anymore, since you arrived a day hasn't passed since I kept my panties dry, please stop! (Liz): oh, my favorite little princess is out of the cradle huh! Let's see, sister, do you think we mistreated our wet little princess? (Isa): see sister...in her situation I would feel bad, very bad... (Liz): little sister, who do you prefer between me and her! (Isa): obviously you sister...but I think we could be more...kinder... Isabel was shaking because she was afraid of her sister and did not want him to get angry with her and if she had not used timely medium-level illusion magic, probably the girls would have noticed that a wet patch of the size had formed on her green skirt of a coin while her white panties were obviously drenched and her gut hurt from fear. however Isabel regained calm. (Isa): sister, there is no need to get angry, we can solve it if you want and if you really don't want to apologize to Chloe then let's go that I have to go...to the toilet... Isabel said timidly. (Chloe): ha ha ha Chloe who thought Isabel was a son of a bitch changed her mind slightly and at her shy comment about her needs she gave a light laugh. (Liz): little sister I will never apologize to Chlothsinda, and don't mention her, she is the wet princess! and you my beautiful insect, how dare you smile in my presence on my sister's personal matters! Liz was now angry, she wanted to humiliate Chloe and punish Isabel for being on her side. Isabel released a silent fart and a hot jet warmed her panties. as Chloe began to feel an increase in pressure in the abdomen, her bladder was almost full, and she had chosen a bad time to be. (Isa): frighten sister ... if I didn't know how you love me I would need a change of clothes now ... (Liz): you do well to be afraid little sister, otherwise I will have to tell mom how you use magic to make her headache come up every time she tries to scold you ... Liz had ordered her sister to build a special magic wand for her which although it is valid only for low-level magic also allowed her to cast spells, one of which caused a severe headache and worked only on those who could not use magic apart from herself, Liz used it on their mother to avoid being scolded. After Liz's words, Isabel swallowed and released another silent fart because her mother always terrified her. (Chloe): Do you dare blackmail your little sister with these methods? don't you love her? I'm surprised, every time you tortured me with a tickle, that you made me wet and then you made fun of me ... I endured everything thinking that maybe one day we could talk to sisters, and I envied your bond but now, after seeing that here the villain is neither isa nor the duchess, I want nothing more than to make you pay for how you mistreated me! Chloe was angry for the first time in her life, until now she had never reacted but now... Ok, first chapter over! world statistics: average adult human (25 years old): Magic: 1 Strength: 10 Bladder: 8 Bowel: 8 Katherine (EX stronger human and Chloe's mother) Magic: 999 Strength: 999 (basic) Bladder: ??? Bowel: ??? Chlothsinda (wet princess or Chloe) Magic: ??? Strength: 15 (basic) Bladder: 9 (awake) 0 (sleeping) Bowel: 10 (when awake) 6 (sleeping) Isabel (prodigy sorceress) Magic: 83 Strength: 1 (basic) Bladder: 2 (awake) 3 (sleeping) Bowel: 2 (when awake) 6 (sleeping) Elizabeth (hateful stepsister) Magic: 0 Strength: 6 Bladder: 1 (awake) 2 (sleeping) Bowel: 6 (when awake) 2 (sleeping) Statistical info: if the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses! if the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3! strength (basic) means without magic upgrade!
  20. “Don’t stay up to late rin!” My mom called from downstairs “fine!” I yelled back as I shut down my game and started getting dressed for bed I laid down on my bed and switched on the radio for some background noise “the third child this week has fallen into a comatose state for an unknown reason there vitals are stable next the weather” ok not listening to the radio as I switched the radio off and began drifting to sleep I was standing in a cave with waterfalls on all sides “dreams are a powerful thing you know” said a smooth feminine voice that seemed to come from all sides “WHO ARE YOU WHERE AM I” I demanded frantically “you are dreaming and I am a manifestation of your subconscious in fact you can give me any voice or body you imagine I am the you that you don’t know” “oh ok well what’s going on here” I asked “these waterfalls are dreams the dreams of all the people of this world you can dive in but I don’t know where you will end up but that is what makes you special” “special?” I asked “you can enter others dreams from here” “and your the only one with this power therefore you are the only one who can save them” “who” I asked “our time her is limited go to the hospital touch each of the comatose children I will do the rest” “ and one last thing what affects you in this dream world affects the real world if possible” “i don’t get it” I said “do you need to use the restroom?” my subconscious asked “I don’t need to pee but I could go number two” and with those words a toilet appeared in the center of the room so I sat down and Let loose “our time is over come back tomorrow night” and I snapped awake I slowly sat up as I realized what my subconscious meant by affects the real world as in I hadn’t had gone in a toilet but luckily I was wearing underwear when I went to sleep unluckily I shit myself yeah in hindsight I should of saw that coming anyways after about thirty minutes of wiping myself up and throwing away those panties I texted my mom and headed for the hospital It was a sad sight the three people almost my age laying in there beds I touched the first ones forehead. I rushed home and climbed in bed entering the same cave as before “so how do I help them”I asked “you will delve into there dreams” “how will that help them how did they even end up like that”I demanded “they are all extremely smart but each one came to the realization of their reality,” “the first was bookish and threw himself into fiction to escape but his mind drew him into a world of his imagination one he will never leave” “The second was lovestruck but was rejected her mind created a world of punishment for herself and she entered willingly” “The final one was abandoned and alone for his life he tried to end his life but failed and garnered everyones attention he felt happy and that he finally had friends but they abandoned him for the next sob story so he built a world around himself locking out the real world and sealing him in a imaginary world of friends and family” “So how do I help them”I asked “You must entire there dreams and convince them to leave by there own terms” “Ok makes sense send me in then” I said as a hole opened in the waterfalls “There is your path take it” I dived into the hole my body disappearing into darkness before a new place opened up I looked down and saw I was in a police uniform and the world around me was a warehouse in the back stood three people dressed as stereotypical gangsters I took a deep breath and whispered to my self “just a dream these aren’t real people” before I stood and drew the pistons at my belt I shot the first one in the head and dived behind cover after a few shots i stood back up and took out the other two I rushed around the corner to see the environment had completely changed now I was wearing a torn leather jacket and jeans holding a baseball bat and standing in a ruined city with zombies stalking the streets I changed forwards knocking heads off and jumping over corpses one but one had surprised me it grabbed at my shoulders and I screamed uirne spilling into the tattered jeans and panties I was wearing and I lunged away as I landed the pavement crumbled beneath me I fell downwards with a cord tied around my waist and landed above a well polished floor now I was taking the role of a secret agent sneaking around and head shooting guards with a silenced pistol unfortunately I was still as wet as before but as I made my escape in a supercar every thing changed again I was riding on a horse wearing armor in some kinda fantasy land thankfully the wool bodysuit worn under the armor was containing my accident, the sky was blue and there was a great castle before me I road in and stood before a king slouching on his thrown “I don’t know you?” The king said “what tale do you hail from” I looked him in the eyes and said “I’m not some storybook character, I’m real and so are you however this place in not” “I am aware why should I stay in a land with no happy endings no epics about heroes no curtain call just an endless drag of monotony” he scoffed a sadness clearly present in his voice “There is one story you might be interested in” I stated with a smirk “What is it about?” He asked sitting up and locking eyes with me “Its a story of an adventure into untold lands a unknown character with a developing personality a huge world where everything is possible” I told him “TELL ME THE NAME OF THE BOOK” he demanded “It doesn’t have one...yet” I said leading him on “Who’s the author?”he asked being drawn in like a shark to blood “...you it’s your story, the tale of your life you can brave the world in whatever way you want “ he looked dumbstruck but after a minute of stillness the world began to dissolve and fade to white I was back in the cave Somewhat relaxed that that was over but also confused over everything as well and damn if I’m not good at motivation speeches! “You did it” my subconscious said with no discernible changes in there voice “A side note when in someone else’s dream you have no control of your body leaving most things up to me luckily I can control your breathing and such but I cannot control your bodily functions so enjoy” “Wait wha-“ but I was pulled out before I could finish I shot awake and reached down to feel a cold puddle between my thighs /to be continued/
  21. There is a fear wetting scene in the film Theresa and Allison (2019) at 1:27:30. It is currently free to watch on Tubi
  22. Beginning Note: Finally, I’m done with Ada’s story, now I can move on to other projects. I promised a sequel to continue Maddie’s journey, and here it is. It’ll mostly be centered around her but Ethan will be an important character, just not the main protagonist. That’s why a lot of timeskips will occur. In addition, I’ll be adding some changes from the main game (such as how quick Ethan and Maddie fall in love, that was way too soon imo). Still, massive spoilers abound so for anyone who hasn’t, I highly recommend you play it yourself or watch a Let’s Play or Walkthrough of Heavy Rain (for the Golden Ending, I’d recommend Berleezy or Kubz Scouts. For a more neutral/realistic watch Jazzyguns) to understand it more, and just because it’s a hell of a fun game. Also warning, very dark themes and harcore violence. Nothing too crazy happens to Madison but the threat is definitely implied. Other than that, I hope you enjoy! ‘That’s it. After that embarrassment I’m definitely sleeping in a motel.’ Madison Paige thought to herself as she removed her helmet and stepped off her motorbike. She was clad in a purple jacket, green t-shirt, blue jeans,with purple bra and panties underneath. In addition, she had a briefcase filled with an assortment of outfits, such as red and green button downs with business skirts to match, and her favorite white tank top and panties. She had brought a lacy black bra and panties as well but those were for more risque undercover situations. ‘I can’t focus on helping Ethan Mars or writing my paper if I’m dealing with insomnia or having nightmares.’ Speaking of, the photojournalist in question was still shocked at who her subject was. She mentally reviewed the facts as she signed in to receive her room and key. ‘I still have trouble believing Ethan Mars is not only the man of my fantasies, but the same one who is also accused of being the Origami Killer. That doesn’t make sense though, he already lost his first son Jason, why would he murder his other? Shawn is probably the only one keeping him alive at this point. His story is shaky but Ethan is clearly dealing with trauma so of course it is. His point of view isn’t exactly reliable. I’ll get to the bottom of this.’ As if on cue, while she was heading to her room the man himself was leaning against a railway in obvious discomfort. His five-o'clock shadow, messy hair, and black leather jacket would have made him appear quite handsome in different circumstances but all she could see was a man who needed help. “Sir, do you need help?” Madison asked as she approached him. Ethan looked at her with dull eyes of unhappiness, almost mirroring her own. “I should call an ambulance.” “No ambulance…” Ethan replied with a pained groan. “But you need a doctor.” “Maybe, but I can’t see one right now. Just help me to my room, it’s 201.” “Alright then.” She helped prop him up, let him unlock the door, then he laid down. “You should really see a doctor, but since you refuse I’ll have to patch you up myself. Just lie down while I go check the medicine cabinet.” She rummaged through, finding disinfectant wipes and painkillers. “This might sting a little, or a lot.” “Can’t be worse than my two broken ribs.” Ethan humorlessly breathed out. As she predicted, Ethan did wince in discomfort but otherwise sat through with no problem. Then she handed him a painkiller. He took it wordlessly, along with the bottle to down two more. “You’re supposed to only take one every twenty four hours, stop it.” “Can’t wait, need to speed up the process.” “Do you need anything else?” Madison asked tentatively. Instead of answering, Ethan just stood up and started walking to the bathroom with a blank expression on his face. ‘He must be really out of it.’ she thought to herself in concern. Especially when he tripped. “Shit, are you alright?” she questioned as she helped him to his feet. “Not particularly, but I got lucky there. Thanks.” “No problem. I’ll be outside if you need anything.” “Thanks again. Just keep talking to me. I’m so woozy, you can keep me company to prevent me from falling on my ass.” Ethan explained as he got in the bathroom. In his exhaustion he accidentally left the door slightly open. “So, what’s your name?” “Madison.” she replied as she went through a box. It had origami figures of many animals. ‘So he’s definitely involved. Poor man, poor kid.’ “And what do you do Madison, besides rescue down and about guys?” “Photographer.” she answered simply. ‘It technically is the truth.’ Madison thought to herself. She then heard Ethan moan. She was about to walk up to him and ask if he was alright, but then saw him through the adjacent door. He was holding his cock to aim and piss in the shower drain. She took note of his size, which was impressive considering it was limp at the moment. The stream was also impressive, lasting almost a whole minute. She backed away as she blushed immensely. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?! Accidentally peeking is fine, but I stared way longer than necessary. I wouldn’t like it if he watched me pee in the shower, well actually I kind of owe him now if he ever finds out. Which he won’t, he can’t find out about this.’ “Madison, is everything alright? You looked troubled.” “Not as troubled as you are.” she replied with a wry grin. Suddenly she frowned. “Shit, that sounded insensitive. I’m sorry.” “It’s fine, I know what you mean. You’re technically right. “Madison, I appreciate everything you’ve done but I need to do this on my own.” “Alright. Didn’t catch your name by the way.” “Ethan.” “Well then Ethan, take care.” Madison bid farewell with a wave, knowing full well she’d be visiting him again. Case in point, later that night the young photojournalist ended up patching his wounds again, this time much more severe. His forearms were covered in cuts and his right pectoral had nasty burns. Again, once he had regained unconsciousness he thanked her but also insisted she did not get involved. ‘He’s going to get more suspicious. I have to tell him everything in our next run in.’ That’s when things really got interesting. The next morning he had followed Ethan’s car to an abandoned apartment. Unfortunately, so had a bunch of cops, the police cars were surrounding the old building. ‘They won’t question me, I can get in and warn him!’ As she predicted, she walked in without any trouble whatsoever, and was able to quickly relocate Ethan. Things weren’t out of the clear however, Ethan was lying down on the floor, hissing and clearly in a lot of pain. “Ethan, what the hell happened to you?!” the photojournalist questioned in concern. She looked to the side, and saw the large and bloody cleaver knife, then at the bandaged stump that once was Ethan’s left pinky. “Oh no...it’s fine, you already handled it. There’s cops outside, I think they’re here to arrest you, we need to leave now!” Ethan still didn’t respond. “Ethan, if they arrest you, your son will be in much more danger, now get a move on!” she ordered. “Maddie? What are you doing here? What was that about my son?” “I’ll explain everything, but right now we need to get the fuck out of here.” Finally being able to pick himself back up they quickly hopped out the window. Ethan was able to more or less handle himself during most of the escape but once they reached the subway station he completely froze. ‘What the hell is going on with him? I know he’s hurt but he was doing just fine before, he was sprinting and now he can barely walk! The trauma and stress must be getting to him, you need to help him Mad!’ she thought to herself. Little did she know it was actually the crowds that had caused Ethan to freeze up, bringing back painful memories of Jason’s death at the mall. She helped him and they pushed through the crowded escalator, much to their ire. ‘They’re closing in on all sides, but the tracks! If we can cross them, we’ll be reaching the home stretch!’ She helped him get down and just when they were halfway there, she heard the horrible sound of the train speeding up. “Hurry Ethan!” she ushered as she helped shove him forward, then climbed up after him. Right as she did the train immediately zoomed by, blasting cold air as it sped off. The close brush with death had been enough to cause little droplets of urine to leak out of Madison, shocking her. However that wasn’t nearly as important as helping Ethan, the dangerous part was over but they needed to catch a train. Thankfully they reached it, Ethan was coherent enough to help Madison on first and jump in afterwards. Finally they reached their motel with no commotion. She told Ethan to stay put so she could get groceries. “Is there anything you prefer?” “Chinese or spaghetti are my favorites but as of right now anything will do.” “Alright, take care.” First she made sure to change her purple panties, switching to the white ones instead. ‘It’s not much but that’s still embarrassing. I didn’t even have to go. Still, not as bad as the bedwetting from earlier. I hope something like that never happens again!’ Unfortunately for her that would happen again all too soon. Afterwards, she went to a nearby grocery store to buy the food, then returned to Ethan’s room. He was watching the news, which had officially labeled him as the Origami Killer. She knew it wasn’t true, and it hurt to watch him being slandered like that. Now it was time to get down the business. “I bought orange chicken and some vegetables. We can talk while we eat.” Ethan nodded, then snapped off the TV. They both cooked the meal, and it was delicious. Madison sighed, knowing it was time to explain herself. Hopefully Ethan would take it well, and provide his own insight. “Ethan, as you may have noticed, I’ve been paying more attention to you than I really should.” “I’ll say, patching me up, following me, just what’s going on?” Ethan demanded. “I’ll explain everything, but you need to promise you’ll hear everything I have to say before you ask whatever questions you have.” “I suppose that’s fair, spill.” “I wasn’t lying when I said I was a photojournalist. I specifically took on the Origami Killer case and did my research on the victims. Out of all them, you seemed the best bet since you already had lost a kid. I feel for some reason, that enticed this killer, so I had to check. Seeing you injured answered a lot of my questions, I know you’re going to save your son, or die trying. You certainly have what it takes. However,some people were betting you were the killer. They think since you’re so out of it with grief, you went mad and started a killing spree. Your ex wife Tiffany told the police about you having visions.” She personally thought that was a bit of a low blow. Yes, Ethan blacked out and had visions, but surely his own wife could tell he loved Shaun more than life itself. Apparently she had lost faith in that love after Jason died, probably blaming him. “I think she’s right. I do have visions of children drowning and holding origami figures in my hands. My theory is I am the Origami Killer, or part me anyway. Whenever I have these blackouts, that’s my other self coming in place and committing these atrocities.” “What? That doesn’t even make sense. The timeline of your visions and the killings don’t add up. You just had them recently, the Origami Killer’s been doing this for a long time.” “How the hell do you even know about my visions?! Oh, right, it’s because you’ve been stalking me all this time just to write a damn article about me. Hope it was fucking worth it!” “I do want to publish that article. However there are many others, this town is crime ridden after all. My main concern as of right now is just helping you, your son, and catching this sick bastard. Do you think it’s possible you can let me help you?” “Fine, you’ve done me a great service so far. Still, you seem very confident I’m not the killer, how do you know I’m not some schizophrenic?” “That’s just not how it works. If you really blacked out, you would be brutalizing these poor children. Instead they’re methodically killed through drowning, and the trials are cleverly set up. Someone else is behind this. I don’t know why you’re having these visions but they’re nothing but distractions and red herrings. Just focus on helping yourself and save your son.” “Alright Madison. Thanks for everything. Where are you going?” “New article. Photojournalist, remember?” Madison replied with a smirk. Ethan had his own as he shook his head in amusement. He was still in anguish due to Shawn’s disappearance and his missing finger, among his other injuries but he still felt a huge weight being lifted off his back after Madison had thoroughly explained there was no possible way he could be the Origami Killer. Meanwhile the photojournalist was currently on the phone with her buddy Sam. “Mad? It’s Sam, I got your information. The owner of that apartment you were wondering about is Doctor Adrian Baker. He’s a struck off surgeon who was caught selling drugs to junkies. He used the cash he earned to buy some cheap ass apartments, including the one on marble street. Once he was caught he served some time in prison and was struck off the medical register.” “Interesting, thanks Sam.” “Madison, be careful. Adrian Baker could be like that sick fuck Leland. I don’t want you going through something like that ever again.” “It’s okay Sam, I got a gun, remember? Besides, I can’t die yet. Ethan still needs my help.” “Right, I just saw your fugitive boyfriend on the news. Good luck Mad.” “He’s not-! Whatever, I’m hanging up.” She could hear her friend laughing. Jokes aside he supported her through and through, and she would forever be thankful for him. ‘So this is where the owner of the apartment lives. It’s not much of a lead but it’s all I got.’ she thought to herself as she rang the doorbell. An old man in a green Hawaiian shirt and khakis answered the door. “Hi, I was told you could sell Betropin without a prescription. I have money so payment isn’t an issue.” The old man raised his eyebrows, she could tell his interest had been piqued. “Of course, come on in.” he gestured. She stepped inside his house, which had been neatly furnished. “So you have trouble sleeping my dear? How much do you need?” “Three or four boxes will do.” “Well now, that shouldn’t be any problem. Would you like a drink? I was about to have one myself.” Adrian Baker offered as he gestured to the scotch bottle. “No thanks.” Madison replied uneasily. Sam’s words returned to her, and knowing both the knowledge and medicine Baker had access to he could easily Pill Cosby her. Still, he ushered her to sit down and poured them both glasses. She took careful notice that his alcohol came from a different bottle, further increasing her suspicions. “So, how did you hear about me?” “I was at a party and a guy popped some Betropin. I asked him where he got it, and that led me to you.” “Interesting.” “He also told me you had some apartments?” the young photojournalist questioned. Baker took a long drink, his face looking troubled. “Sorry my dear, they’re all booked. Why aren’t you drinking?” “I’m not thirsty.” “Well, I’ll be sure to get your Betropin. Make sure to sit tight.” Once the old man was out of sight, Madison rummaged through, searching for any evidence or clues that could point her in the right direction. Anything to avoid dealing with the creepy bastard any longer. First she came across a drawer filled to the brim with all kinds of medicine. He must have stolen what he could once he was fired from ever being a doctor. She first headed to a bedroom and found a card. It was an advertisement for the Blue Lagoon, a nightclub. Her next area to explore was the bathroom.. It was highly unlikely to have anything significant but the young photojournalist knew to never leave a stone untouched. As she expected, nothing was of any use, however her bladder started to pang with the need to release. ‘What, now?!’ Madison thought in agitation. Then she remembered all the water she drank over dinner due to the orange chicken being a tad spicier than she had anticipated. All the liquid was sloshing around, making her want to go right then and there. She didn’t have the opportunity to do so however, courtesy of the sharp syringe needle piercing her neck. She was out like a light. Soon she began to slowly come to. She had a bit of a headache, and her body felt a little chilly. ‘Is it the drug that’s causing me to feel this way? That old bastard’s gonna pay!’ she thought to herself. Unfortunately when she woke up, the truth was much worse. The reason she was dizzy and chilly was because she was naked and hanging upside down, with her legs tied separately and spread apart. In addition her arms hung loose, but her wrists were tied together. She looked like the letter ‘Y’, but in a much more perverse fashion. “Finally awake, Sleeping Beauty? I hope you like my arrangements.” Adrian Baker greeted with a perverted grin, now dressed in doctor garb. “You sick fuck, what the hell are you doing?!” she shrieked in outrage. “You know too much about my apartments on Marble Street. Unfortunately my clients are less savory than you are. My friend Paco rents one. I’ve no idea what he does there, maybe fornicate with the dancers from the Blue Lagoon. As long as he pays rent, I’m satisfied. Besides, the fun we’re about to have will certainly surpass his, don’t you agree?” Madison could do nothing but shriek for help, unfortunately no-one seemed to be nearby. “You’re probably wondering why I’m doing this.” he continued, without a care in the world. Her bladder was starting to ache in anticipation but Madison didn’t want to give the lunatic the pleasure of being humiliated. Still, she couldn’t deny how good it would feel to let loose. “I miss doing surgeries. Those years in prison were the worst. I suppose if I really wanted, I could have shanked many of the other loser convicts, but then I would never be released. With a little patience I got back to doing what I love. In fact, I could argue this is so much better, it’s much riskier and takes more planning, but now I can go all out instead of doing it half-assed. Well, what do you think? Shall we get started?” he chuckled as he held a scalpel. It gleamed in the dark rook, as he slowly and forbiddingly strode to her. ‘My hands are still somewhat free, maybe I can hit or disarm him somehow. However she didn’t even get the chance to react when she suddenly felt cool metal on her labia. ‘He’s going to cut me there?!’ she thought in terror. All of a sudden hot urine poured out of her. It first shot out in a rather impressive upwards arc, especially given the angle she was in. Madison could feel the hot pissing pouring down her ass cheeks, back, and neck, then feeling some pool into her belly button, down the contours of her abs, in between her breasts, and some spurts escaped into her mouth. She gagged and gasped at the taste. It was relatively clear and mild thanks to all the water she drank, but still slightly acrid and overall something she did not want to experience. The rest of the wetting would have been nice, had it not been for the fact that she had been forcibly captured, violated, and was about to die a torturous and undignified death. “Well, that was certainly interesting. Such a show.” Adrian Baker replied, appearing taken back, but also intrigued. Suddenly the doorbell rang. “Why is it that whenever I start to do some housework I’m interrupted? Dear, I’m going to take care of this uninvited guest, try not to wet yourself until I come back.” he taunted as he stepped out of view. “Better not be one of those government spies pretending to be part of the census.” the disgusting old man muttered to himself. Madison was grateful for the distraction. The idiot had left his scalpel well within her reach. She swung back and forth a little, managing to reach it. First, she shimmied it between the ropes binding her wrists until they were sawed off. Then she cut off the ropes binding her ankles with relative ease. Unfortunately she fell ass-first into the puddle of her own urine gathered beneath her, her shapely bottom creating a splash and further soaking her body in piss but she didn’t care, freedom was hers at last. In addition to leaving the scalpel in reach, her clothes and purse gathered. She resisted the urge to dress herself and instead reached for the purse. The young photojournalist unzipped it and reached for her Beretta Tomcat. It was a small, cute compact pistol chambered in 0.32 ACP, kind of a stereotypical gun for women shooters such as herself, but it would certainly do just fine. “And I’m back my dear, shall we resume our activities?” His voice sounded from the stairs. Judging from his words, tone, and how far away he sounded he clearly was unaware that his ‘patient’ had just escaped. Madison quickly stood up and held her handgun, taking a couple of breaths to steady her aim. “Oh no.” he muttered when he saw the cut ropes. “Oh yes. Over here old man.” she shot back. He turned to her and in good old fashioned irony, pissed himself in fear just as she had done earlier. The khakis adorning his legs were now positively soaked and a piss puddle of his own gathered at his feet. He shook in well deserved anxiety. Sure she was naked and covered head to toe in her own piss, but the young photojournalist felt almost invincible now that her tormentor was suffering the same fate she had earlier. With a smirk, she pulled the trigger twice, effectively kneecapping the sick and twisted doctor. He howled in pain and sank to the floor. His previously missing survival instincts suddenly kicked in and he crawled away, maybe to grab another surgical tool or try to crawl up the stairs, but it was pointless. Madison rushed to him, flipped him over, and stomped on his crotch. He screamed and tears pricked his eyes. Finally, she held her Beretta Tomcat one-handed and aimed towards his crotch, pulling the trigger. One final horrid shriek came out of him and she placed a bullet in his head. The young photojournalist was shaking. Why had she gone so far? Sure the rapey doctor was going to kill her horrifically but did she have to return the favor? It didn’t matter, what was done was done. In Pulp Fiction Marcellus Wallace and Butch Coolidge had done worse to their tormentor Zed, she would refuse to torture herself over it. Well, if only it was that easy. Just like Leland White, the guilt would never truly go away. First things first, take a shower and get dressed. Then, head to the police station and report what happened. She could technically just walk out, after all Adrian Baker could never hurt anyone again. Still, it was the right thing to do. Much later she had finally arrived and told them the whole, tiring, ugly story. She was exhausted and just wanted to sleep in her nice motel room, maybe cuddle with Ethan in his. “So, just to recap.” Captain Perry began as he stared at Madison Paige in disbelief. “You went to Adrian Baker’s for a lead and he ended up drugging you.” “Correct.” “Then he stripped you, tied you up and was going to perform surgery on you, but you pissed yourself and someone rang the doorbell.” Madison blushed and groaned but the police captain continued. “In typical Bond villain fashion his scalpel, along with your clothes and purse were left well within your reach, so you escaped and brutally killed him, then showered, dressed, and came to us?” “Yes, that’s exactly what happened. The details are disgusting but I still explain them so the cleanup crew isn’t confused about why the floors have urine or why Baker’s corpse is in such rough shape.” “And I thank you for it. This case is a mess as it is, you did your part and we’ll do ours. Go wait in the meantime. Once the cleanup crew returns and your story checks out, you can leave. Meanwhile an older, large man in a tan coat and slacks, accompanied by a lady wearing a black button down and jeans, was explaining his own story to the police. “I’m telling you, we had nothing to do with Manfred’s death! He was helping us out, disappeared, then me and Lauren here discovered the poor man dead. It was awful. The Origami Killer is smart, too smart. He’s the one who called and made his escape to frame us. Kramer bastards…” he growled. “Didn’t you say Gordi Kramer confessed to being the Origami Killer?” his interrogator questioned. “It sounded pretty sarcastic, but Gordi’s fucked in the head and he has the means and money to do it. His daddy Charles is smart and has enough connections to protect him as well. I bet he’s the one who killed Manfred and set us up.” “Maybe, Scott Shelby, maybe. Still, that doesn’t answer why you tried to erase your tracks.” “I’m telling you Ash, I didn’t want to spend an hour proclaiming our innocence when we’re wasting daylight out here!” “Fine Mr. Shelby. Still, PI or not, try not to leave town unless it’s an emergency and if you come in contact with any dead bodies please do tell.” “Alright.” Scott Shelby conceded as the two shook hands. “You two were at a crime scene as well?” Madison questioned. She was pretending to build rapport but was secretly trying to test these two out to see if they had any information. “Yeah, my good friend was killed and the bastard tried to frame us. You?” “Some pervert doc drugged me and I killed him.” “Interesting!” Scott replied with a chuckle. “Sorry, that was inappropriate. Still, seeing all these deaths are starting to grow numb on me. I can’t believe I’m getting used to this, what a shitty town.” “I’ll say. Madison Paige.” she greeted and shook hands with Lauren. “I’m Lauren, and this is Scott Shelby. He’s a private investigator and I’m his partner.” “Not anymore Lauren. It’s gotten too dangerous.” Scott sadly explained as he put a hand on Lauren’s shoulder. “What? After what he did to my son you’re dismissing me?” “I’m sorry, but it’s the only way.” Before the two could argue anymore, one of the police officers that had been previously tailing her and Ethan strolled in and immediately honed in on Madison Paige. “You!” he fumed, stomping towards her. “What the hell were you thinking, girl?! Aiding a wanted fugitive, do you have any idea what you’ve done? The man’s killed so many children and is about to do the same to his own son!” “Ethan Mars is innocent!” Madison yelled back. “The Origami Killer is forcing him to do all these dangerous trials, he’s been battered, burnt, and slashed to hell. I bandaged him up every time except for the most recent one, when he amputated his own finger! And then you show up, ready to arrest him. I couldn’t let that happen.” Scott decided to intervene. “Carter Blake, is that you?” “Scottie! My buddy, how’s it been?” Carter suddenly lit up in excitement, a far cry from his previous expression. “I’d love to catch up, but I have to deal with this woman who abetted the Origami Killer. Right as we corner Ethan Mars, she swoops in and helps him escape.” Scott shook his head. “Lauren, head to my apartment. Blake, let’s talk somewhere else, I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding. I don’t know who this Ethan Mars fellow is, but I can assure you he is not the killer.” “Fine. We can use my asswipe of a partner’s office. Don’t know where he is, Mr. FBI Norman’s usually all about teamwork and punctuality. Maybe he finally pulled that stick out of his ass.” Blake amusedly theorized. In all actuality Norman Jayden was fighting for his life but he would be back eventually. “You never change, do you? Let’s go Carter.” Scott suggested. Thankfully Scott Shelby managed to explain that in no uncertain terms was Ethan Mars the killer and pointed them in the direction of the Kramers. Carter Blake promised that he and Captain Perry would explain to Grace Mars and later air the news that Ethan was innocent. Madison was certainly grateful, but she couldn’t help but feel something was amiss. From the way Scott Shelby explained the Kramers, Gordi was too much of an idiot to conduct the trials in such a complex way, and Charles didn’t seem to have the hardness to kill someone, especially in the brutal manner that Manfred suffered. Still, she made sure to offer her thanks. She wanted to tell Ethan the good news, but he wasn’t in his room. Instead she decided to head to the Blue Lagoon to further her investigation. The photojournalist remembered that Adrian Baker stated that Paco Mendez rented the apartments, probably to fuck his dancers. Studying the way Paco stared at the girls dancing, his type was clearly a “dumb type of sexy”, as in a attractive girls with no subtelty to their clothing or dancing. Drinking hard liquor and snorting blow was probably a bonus. Madison stayed away from recreational drugs, but she was no stranger to alcohol. She drank a fair amount of Chardonnay to get fairly tipsy. Then she undid the top buttons of her red shirt to show some cleavage, and finally got on stage to dance. Sure enough, one of Paco’s workers walked up to her. “Excuse me miss, but the boss man wants to see you.” “Sure thing.” she replied as she got down. As she did, the young photojournalist winced as her bladder tingled once more, all too soon. ‘I suppose that’s what happens after drinking so much, I need to hurry this up.’ However, a different idea occurred to her. ‘Actually, why not just let loose? If Paco wants a show I’ll make sure to make it unforgettable.’ Normally such a thought wouldn’t cross her mind, but due to the alcohol a naughty grin spread across Madison’s face to accompany her naughty mind. “Paco is it? I’m Madison.” “Madison, thanks for accepting my invitation. You new around here honey? Think I would’ve noticed you before. Especially the way you move, making me all hot underneath the collar.” “Maybe we can continue this conversation somewhere more private?” the photojournalist suggested. As expected, Paco accepted without a second thought. “Sure thing baby, come to my office!” She followed him up the stairs, her need to urinate increasing with each step. By the time they reached his office she was shaking like a leaf. “Are you well? Don’t tell me you’re not up for it.” Paco questioned with disappointment. “Quite the opposite actually.” Madison replied as she lowered her hand to caress her lower lips. Again, normally she would refrain from such behavior but the alcohol told her it was necessary to prevent bursting prematurely and it would help sell her statement. “I’m feeling so pent up.” Paco widened his eyes and almost started drooling. ‘Pervert, just you wait.’ she thought bitterly. Soon he took her purse, leaving her Beretta Tomcat out of reach. That was alright, the seductive woman had more weapons than just her gun. “Now, take it off. Slowly…” he ordered as he turned on what sounded like music accentuated with pornographic moans. She complied with a sly smile, unbuttoning her shirt and shrugging it off all the way, leaving her in her black bra. Then she undid her skirt, showing off her black lacy panties. Madison proceeded to strut to him, her scantily clad hips shaking in a sultry manner. A couple drops leaked in anticipation but she did not care, there would be far more than measly drops to come. She proceeded to sit in his lap, and grind her core against his groin. She felt a pitifully small hard on poke through, letting her know the time was now. “You sure know how to please a man, Sweet Cheeks.” “I think I have something you’re gonna like. Are you ready for it?” “Go for it!” She stood back, thrust her hips forwards, then proceeded to willingly wet herself. A wet spot spread to the front of her panties, completely soaking the crotch and back, and rivers of urine poured down her long legs. She moaned in satisfaction while Paco stared in horror. “Crazy bitch! What do you think you’re doing?! You must be drunk off your ass, dumb slut!” he cried in anguish. While he was too busy crying over the puddle of urine that had gathered on his floor, Madison reached for a lamp and swung it as hard as she could, effectively knocking him out. ‘Nice one, you go girl!” she thought to herself. First order of business: ready Paco for interrogation. The photojournalist duct-taped Paco’s wrists and ankles to the armrests and chair legs. Not very strong but Paco was too nonathletic and stupid to successfully escape. Once she was satisfied, she removed her soaked panties and used some tissue to wipe her genitals and legs dry, then switched to her purple panties. She always preferred them anyway. Maybe the soaked could be a parting gift to the imbecile she was about to interrogate. Finally she re-adorned her red button down and skirt. Now, the only thing left was to wake Paco up and get her information. Couple of Hours Later Finally, Madison got to the truth, as she expected, the guy Paco shared an apartment with, aka the Origami Killer, was not either of the Kramers, but rather someone masquerading as John Shepard. Problem with that however, as she would soon find out, was that John Shepard was a kid who had died. That just made things more confusing than ever and created further mysteries to solve. Still, she would get to the bottom of this, right now she needed to go back to the motel room and tell Ethan everything she knew. Funnily enough, on the way to the exit she accidentally ran into the police officer, or rather FBI agent that had been pursuing her and Ethan. In addition he was the one Carter Blake had mentioned earlier. She decided to approach him. “You’re Agent Jayden, correct?” “Yeah, that’s me.” he replied in a thick Boston accent. “Don’t worry, I’m not pursuing you or Mars anymore, and neither is my partner.” “Thank you.” “No problem at all. I knew Mars was innocent. Is that all you came to talk to me about?” “No, I just wanted to let you know, the Origami Killer goes by John Shepard.” Norman Jayden immediately whipped out a pair of sunglasses and a glove, then appeared to be going through invisible files. He proceeded to put the shades back in his jacket pocket. “That can’t be. John Shepard is a dead kid.” “What?” “Ms. Paige, not that I’m doubting your journalism but please let me talk to Paco and do my job.” Madison rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. “Maybe it’s an alias?” “Probably. Thanks for the help but I still need to do this on my own. My superior is fond of me, but even he wouldn’t like the idea of needing help from a civilian.” “I understand.” she replied as she stepped aside. Norman nodded and proceeded to go to Paco’s office. Unbeknownst to both of them, the Origami Killer had already snuck in and killed Paco, then took off. He certainly wasn’t in the clear however. On the contrary, he actually made their job easier for them a while back, but that won’t be brought up until later. Meanwhile Madison had returned to the motel. First she went to her room to go change into her regular outfit (purple jacket and jeans), then headed to Ethan’s. Madison knocked on the door, and Ethan opened up. He didn’t look injured at all, but his eyes were bloodshot and watery, as if he had been crying. “Ethan, what’s the matter? Is Shaun still alright?” “He’s alive, although I wouldn’t count that as alright. Today’s been rough, that's all.” She believed him, but she could tell Ethan wasn’t telling her the whole story. Madison didn’t care about it at the moment, it could wait. “You don’t need to worry about the police anymore. I was able to talk to the FBI agent and police officer that were pursuing us earlier. Some private investigator showed up and helped sort things out. We’re actually almost close to cracking the case.” “Seriously? Thank you.” Ethan replied with a sigh of relief. “Ethan, what’s going on, you’re acting even stranger than usual. No offense.” “None taken.” Ethan replied with a small smile. It turned into a sad grimace as the man began to recount previous events. “I almost did something terrible. My latest trial was to kill a man. I almost did it too. The guy was a drug dealer who chased me around the house with a shotgun, however when he ran out of ammo he showed me a photo of his daughters. The room was clearly a young girl’s as well so he wasn’t lying.” Madison did nothing but rub his shoulders as a comfort. Ethan continued. “I was so close to pulling the trigger, but I just couldn’t. Maybe under different circumstances I could have, but in that instance I couldn’t help but think about how I’d be leaving two girls without a father. How could I show mercy to a crazy man when my son could have used that information?!” With that, Ethan almost broke into tears. “Ethan, stop it. You’re clearly a good man who refused to stoop to the killer’s game. I know you would do anything to save Shawn, I’m sure you still can. Like I said, now that we know you’re innocent, combined with the intelligence of an FBI agent, a police officer, and a private investigator, we’re so close to solving the case. You might even be able to help them more if you talk about the trials. We’re going to save Shawn.” Madison confirmed. The two stayed huddled together. The close proximity and emotional moment, along with harbored affection, led her to leaning in, kissing Ethan. He kissed back, and the two cupped each other’s cheeks. Eventually Ethan pulled back. Madison almost felt embarrassed. He must have recognized it because he shook his head and quickly explained himself. “No Maddie, I’m glad. It’s just...saving Shawn is all that matters right now. Once we get him back and he’s safe and sound, we can be together.” “Thanks, I don’t know what came over me.” she admitted. “It’s alright. This whole week has been a fucking mess, I’m just thankful something good happened for once. I’m gonna sleep, then we can head over to the police.” “I could use a nap too.” Madison admitted. She stood up and walked to exit but almost tripped. Ethan remembered how she suffered from insomnia and only motels could. “Just sleep here. Don’t strain yourself.” he advised as he picked her up and set her down on the bed. “Ethan Mars, getting a lady into bed right after kissing.” Madison sleepily giggled as she dozed off. He soon joined her, the two cuddled snuggedly. One Year Later Ethan, Madison, and Shawn arrived at the New York Condominium. It was barren due to the newly formed family just moving into it. However, the constant sunlight and overall homey design was more than enough to let them all know that it would be nice. Shawn was especially ecstatic, as he had made a recovery from the traumatizing kidnapping. Ethan, Madison, Norman, and Carter had gathered around the next day after that fateful night, and after serious consideration, all came to the conclusion that Scott Shelby was the Origami Killer. He had been playing them the entire time, however they were able to turn the tables and ambush him in his junkyard. Ethan and Madison focused on saving Shawn, while Norman and Carter focused on attempting to apprehend Scott. Scott Shelby attempted to trick the two into grisly deaths via trash compactor but it ultimately backfired and ended up being his undoing. Once Shawn was in a hospital and confirmed to be alright, the four went through tedious hours of explaining the information. Madison went on to publish her article as planned, but declined a spot on the talk show to avoid spilling personal information about Ethan and Shawn. Norman Jayden and Carter Blake were chosen to fill her place, which they accepted gracefully. Ethan and Shawn received counseling from the horrible ordeal and managed to pull through. Meanwhile Madison continued to see him and the two became a romantic couple. Eventually they became married, and Ethan received a promotion which led them to their current situation. Grace agreed that Shawn could visit every summer and holiday, which the two were grateful for. “This place is perfect! How’d you manage to pull the strings on this one? I’m the one with a promotion!” Madison exclaimed. She was wearing a black tank top and jeans, along with a beaming grin. Ethan was clad in a blue short sleeved button down and jeans, and he too looked happy, truly happy as they all deserved. “My friend from here, Lucas Kane. He’s very vague about the whole thing, but he’s got the connections. He claims to have been through something similar. Being a misunderstood criminal on the run and whatnot. One of his pursuers is actually his wife now.” Madison couldn’t help but laugh at that one. “I don’t know about Carter, but I suppose if it weren’t for me, Jayden might have swooped you away.” Ethan shook his head in amusement. “Well, what do you think guys?” “It’s perfect Dad!” Shawn exclaimed. “I agree with the big man here.” Madison teased, playfully ruffling Shawn’s hair. She clearly didn’t know him nearly as well as Ethan and Grace of course, but she still grew to love him as her own kid. She especially beamed at how happy Shawn was, glad that they were from that madness. While Shawn was running around, Madison took the opportunity to talk to Ethan. “I know things aren’t all rainbows and sunshine.” “Clearly, Brooklyn is infamous for snow.” her husband replied with a cheeky grin. “That’s not really what I meant, but it’s nice to know your humor returned.” she shot back. “I know Maddie. We still have occasional nightmares and all, Shawn included, but we’ll be good parents and pull through. They won’t ever truly disappear, but neither will our happiness or safety. We’ll be prepared this time, for anything.” Madison leaned in and whispered. “Speaking of preparation, I’m feeling twitchy.” Ethan raised his eyes at this one, knowing that was their code for urination. “What’s the scale?” “Only a three now, but it’ll be a nine by nightfall. How about we make water, then make love once Shawn’s asleep?” “I like the sound of that.” Ethan whispered. The two kissed, until Shawn playfully bumped into them. Father and son began a game of tag, and when they were done Madison joined in for a group hug. Yes, life was well. Ending note: Alright, first things first: I’m aware this is 80% plot and 20% wetting. It wasn’t originally going to be like that, but the more I thought about it the more I realized if I had just gone with my first plan it would have just been “Here’s wetting one, here’s wetting two”. I added some substance to kind of branch it out but my imagination overcame me and I really got caught up in it (ironically enough, the police station and the ending were my favorite parts whereas I kind of breezed through the wettings).In addition, while I certainly want my stories here to be titillating, I also want there to be actual plot as well, you get me? In addition, I technically set up a sequel hook in my previous Madison pic so I had to follow through. Speaking of sequel hooks, the Heavy Rain wiki believes that Ethan’s implying Lucas Kane gave him the condo so I did throw that in there for fun, however it’s actually a prequel hook for my next and most ambitious project: a Fahrenheit/Indigo Prophecy omorashi fic. Rest assured, while it will definitely be story centered, it will definitely have more wettings than this one. It’ll actually have a lot of sex as well so I’m really excited for this one, and hope anyone reading will as well. Take care.
  23. Beginning Note: This fic is based off the RE2 remake, apologies to the hardcore/original fans, and also contains some heavy spoilers from the first and this game. You’re all probably aware of them already just wanted to add a warning anyway. It’s also my first so please be merciful, and feel free to offer any criticism and ideas for improvement. “Damn that Leon.” Ada Wong uttered in slight annoyance as she trekked the sewers. She was a somewhat tall, and certainly curvy 24 year old Chinese woman, with short hair styled in a bob, a gaze that was harsh and cold, but also alluring, and a red Chinese dress clad-figure to make both men and women collapse with pleasurable aches in their groins. Ada herself was feeling one, although not completely out of arousal (she wasn’t aware but that would soon change). The mission should have been simple; find Anette Birkin, secure the G Virus, and be on her merry way. But someone in her line of work knew it was never that simple. Instead she had been faced with multiple complications. First she had run into the naive but hopeful rookie Leon Kennedy, watching him struggle to fight off a zombified Doberman . Her boss, Albert Wesker, had he been watching would have ordered her to leave the rookie to his fate, but Ada felt compelled to whip out her Mauser HSc pistol and save him from being mauled. After that exchange, she left to find and interview Ben Bertulocci to gain information only to see his absolutely pulverized brain matter and bits of skull redecorate his jail cell, courtesy of the Tyrant. To make matters worse, she had run into Leon again. ‘What the hell is he still doing here? I gave him a chance to leave and the idiot stuck around. He’s going to get himself killed at this rate!’ the spy internally fumed. Sure she was a bioterrorist who was temporarily working for a mastermind traitor with a god complex, but she still had standards. Eventually Ada had crossed paths with Leon once more and had crashed a car into a Tyrant, then set off the C4 wired in the truck. Probably didn’t finish the job, but it was worth a shot. They had eventually agreed to team up and had made their way into the sewers, and that’s when the trouble really started to spiral. Ada had finally caught Annette Birkin, but the bitch was trickier than she had given her credit for. The scientist had pulled a Glock 18 and fired, managing to hit Leon in the shoulder. She retaliated with shots from her Mauser HSc but had unfortunately missed. First priority, save Leon. He wasn’t in mortal danger, but he needed medical care. She had begun sealing Leon’s shoulder wound with a first-aid spray when all of a sudden a slight but noticeable twinge was felt in her bladder. “Shit, not right now!!” Ada cursed in annoyance and embarrassment. She was a mature and accomplished spy who had beaten the odds of many perils, not a school girl who pissed herself in the face of danger. She could just urinate right then and there, especially considering the fact that they were in a sewer and Leon was unconscious, but taking the time to remove her black satin panties and squatting put herself in a vulnerable position, something she couldn’t afford. The T Virus weapons could easily box her in, which would result in a pointless and undignified death. Her only options were to hold it for the entirety of her mission, which was guaranteed to be impossible, or wet herself on purpose. She would try the former, but resigned herself to the latter. Ada had finished bandaging up Leon’s gunshot wound, then slipped off her beige trenchcoat and buttoned it onto Leon’s sleeping form. Clad in her short, thin strapped, and backless red dress, she mentally wished she could keep it to soak up remnants of her future accident if needed but knew Leon’s safety was more important. “Let’s get this over with.” she groaned as pressure began to build in her lower systems. Dealing with this new issue had made her mission twice as difficult, normally the spy was quite the athlete who could dodge and flip kick her assailants with ease, and crawling in small spaces was an insignificant issue. Now however, such complex maneuvers were much more difficult. Her groin pulsed in desperation whenever she sprinted or stretched her legs upward for a kick, and her bladder felt especially stressed whenever she clung to the ground to crawl under tight spaces. It wasn’t all bad news though. Most of the bioweapons she had encountered were typical T virus infected humans, slow and stupid meatshields once you knew how to deal with them, which she certainly did, and her progress hand’t been hindered much, if it all. Unfortunately, that was beginning to change. All the discomfort and struggles from holding her urine in had caused Ada to feel waves of anxiety and stress, which just led to more sensations of desperation in her body. Tears began to cloud her eyes as she mentally cried in frustration and rubbed her thighs together, grasping on to any distraction she could. Her body was starting to heavily perspire, forming a sheen of sweat to form on her forehead, armpits, large breasts, toned abdominal region, beautiful thighs, and pouty genitals. This dire need and distraction began to cloud her mind and distract her, which she did not need. A very small but sudden spurt came out, causing Ada to yelp in surprise and immediately grab her crotch. She soothed and carressed her groin with nimble fingers and suddenly experienced a strange feeling: arousal. ‘What the hell, my mind is surely playing tricks on me, right? This feeling, it’s just a strange reaction since my body is not feeling well right now.’ the spy tried, and failed to convince herself. Sure, her body and mind weren’t exactly in peak performance due to her need to relieve herself, but she wasn’t at all physically or mentally ill whatsoever. No, it was clear as day: bioterrorist Ada Wong was turned on by holding her urine in and wanting to let it all go. Of course the sexy woman was no stranger to sex (duh); it wasn’t often but she had seduced and fucked men and even a couple of women, however it was just for the sake of whatever mission at hand or casual fun. Even with sessions with her boss Albert Wesker, the closest she ever had to being in a relationship (and even that was rather disant), was just mind blowing stress relief. Of course this was new to her, without a true romantic partner or downtime to explore herself, she simply never had the opportunity to discover her personal kinks and pleasures. As if that wasn’t enough confirmation, another more sticky and viscous liquid clung to Ada’s black lacy panties and her nipples were diamond hard pebbles, which sealed the deal. While definitely weirded out by this bizarre discovery, there was also relief in that this didn’t have to be a completely negative experience. If anything, her frustration and anxiety had been replaced by excitement and even ecstasy. She was now looking forward to pissing herself, the feeling was guaranteed to be orgasmic. Unfortunately, wishes do come true more often than we think, just in ways we didn’t expect or particularly want. In Ada’s case, it was in the form of a Licker. The behemoth was a large and muscular abomination with claws, fangs, and an extremely lengthy tongue which was powerful to shatter and even amputate body parts. This monster was a disturbing combination that was neither human or animal, and worst of all it was facing her direction. Ada Wong froze up in terror at the sight, knowing quite well just how much danger she was in and was scared stiff. While it was blind, it had an excellent sense of hearing and smell. A lesser person would have emptied their bladder right then and there but only a couple more spurts dampened Ada’s lacie unmentionables. With a couple of breathers and quick steps, she managed to get right close to her target, then whipped out her Mauser pistol and emptied the whole mag into the Licker’s exposed brain. She struck it hard in the face with a vicious kick for good measure, feeling the monster’s skull fracture. That last stretch of her leg and the previously mentioned fear were the final keys to unlocking her bliss. Hot urine began to rapidly pour out of her bladder, into her urethra, and exited her genitals with an audible hiss that splashed against the metal grates, causing Ada to moan in both pleasure and relief. The waterfall lasted for almost a good minute before slowing down in waves and short spurts, then finally ending with some piddles and droplets. As she predicted, it was one of the greatest feelings that she ever experienced in her life. Unfortunately there were some complications. Her panties, stockings, and the bottom portion of her dress were saturated in hot piss. She made sure to climb onto a structure none of the bioweapons could crawl onto and took the time to remove her panties and stockings. First the stockings were removed completely, and were used to wipe herself as best as she could. She noticed in amusement stubborn piss droplets clung onto her pussy lips and thick black bush. Once this was done they were discarded. Next the spy wringed her panties as best as she could before slipping them back on once again. While the wetness and damp clothes originally had a warmth that was both pleasurable, the liquid had eventually become cold and felt rather uncomfortable, she noticed. While the aftermath was messier than she had preferred, Ada was rather pleased that the feeling of release was more than worth it. Combined with nudity and a controlled environment such as a shower, bath, container, or body of water, pissing herself would be quite the recurring sexual activity. *Couple of hours later* “Fuck, Leon thank god you’re here.” Ada gasped in pain as she saw the silver haired pretty boy rookie come in view. “Ada, are you alright, what the hell happened?” Leon replied. Then he noticed the small piece of rebar impaling and marring her otherwise perfect thigh. “Shit I’m sorry. I got herbs and bandages, it won’t be as helpful as the spray you gave me but it’s all I have on me right now.” “That’s quite alright, just apply it. Anette really got us both.” she laughed humorlessly. Leon was so distracted he missed the wet patch adorning Ada’s dress, or her missing stockings. “There you go, up and easy.” “Thank you Leon, you’ve been a great help, although still quite the rookie.” she teased, then hissed in pain as she stood up. “Do you need me to carry you?” “No Leon baby, I’m fine but thanks for the suggestion.” she hurriedly assured. While the experience was certainly pleasurable for herself, she didn’t feel ready to share it with anyone else yet. Leon was such a pure and endearingly dorky guy, he probably would be disgusted by her habits. However, Ada quickly changed her mind when she noticed in the corner of her eye that Leon was trying to and failing rather spectacularly to peek at her urine soaked dress. Of course he was also checking out her other areas such as her tits, ass, and legs but she could tell they weren't the only things on his mind. She wouldn’t bring it up quite yet, but eventually, eventually they would make love to each other, complete with hot showers. Ending Note: Alright, that’s it! The first Ada Wong omorashi fanfiction (at least I know of). The only reason why I wrote this was because there weren’t any others, although now I’m actually glad that’s how things worked out, I had a lot of fun writing this, from both a writer’s and turned on perspective, and now I might actually put my profile to good use. I hope this fic will result in better and more experienced writers creating their own Ada wettings, but I’m still quite pleased with the results. I’ll probably make some more sequels, but they won’t be immediately after this event. Instead the second will be Ada making a doctor’s visit to better understand her new habit in preparation for next time, and the third will be her and Leon finally romancing each other. Take care everyone!
  24. Beginning Note: First off, for those who are upset or still waiting on my Ada and Rebecca follow up story, I promise you I’m still working on that. I wanted to put this one out however because I’ve had this idea for a while, and I wanted to establish my content wasn’t just Resident Evil, there will be others. Also this isn’t the first Heavy Rain Omorashi fic, there’s actually another one very similar: However, that one has scat and while that’s perfectly fine I’m not into that, I wanted a pure wetting version so that’s what I’m making. In addition I will be adding a sequel/chapter to this. Check the other person’s if you do want to see it though. Anyway, let’s get it on! “*GASP*!!” Madison Paige sat upright with a start. She was a pale young woman in her late twenties, with a brunette pixie haircut and slim body. Her curves were a little small but also round and supple. The white tank top and panties she was currently adorning snugly hugged them. She looked around her apartment complex to make sure everything was alright. Despite the slightly artistic appeal, it did nothing to ease her nerves. She let out a sigh of both relief and disappointment. Thankfully, no unwelcome intruders were to be found, but this would be another sleepless night. ‘Goddamn insomnia, why can’t I get one peaceful night?’ she cursed in disappointment. Sighing again, she stood up from the couch she was (or at least was trying to) sleeping on and let out a yawn. Noticing the TV was still on, and playing nothing but static she snapped it off, not wanting to waste electricity or have the noise distract her. Already awake, she decided to at least find something worthwhile to occupy herself with some activity, anything to pass the boredom and hopefully fall asleep. First Madison headed to the windows. If she was going to have this highrise with a beautiful view might as well make the most of it. When she stepped down the mini-stairs she felt her bladder pang a little, but it was minor she would take care of that need later. Instead she chose to lean against the window, watching the rain slightly pour down in a gentle cascade, enjoying the sound and beautiful view of the city. Crime ridden it may be, but not all hope was lost. It unfortunately wasn’t enough to lull her to sleep. Instead she decided to head for the microwave. ‘Tumeric Chai Latte might be enough to help me fall asleep.’ the young woman pondered. While she heated it up, Madison proceeded to go to the main table and read about the “Origami Killer” case that was all over the news. She was definitely invested considering it was a case she was currently trying to solve, or at least shed light on. ‘Crazy bastard.’ Madison internally cursed. ‘Murder is wrong no matter how you spin it, but children? And he or she leaves gifts as some form of repentance. That’s nowhere near enough but even so, why would they continue it if they feel so guilty about it? The criminal mind surely is one sick enigma.’ The young photojournalist proceeded to attempt to organize what she had on her laptop. Another kid had been killed, methodically drowned and left behind with an orchid placed on their chest and an origami figure in hand. Madison began to feel even more downtrodden. What was the motivation? Was there a specific goal or quota they were trying to achieve, maybe a scare tactic? Sending a message? Whatever the case was, more sons were dying and it didn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon. ‘Poor kid, the families must be devastated. This man or woman needs to be put behind bars, or in front of a firing squad.’ Madison thought bitterly. In the past she had been against violence (at least the kind involving death, she was no stranger to standard fights as evidenced by constantly bandaging her scratched and banged up brothers from certain scraps) but after reporting in the Iraq war and killing serial killer Leland “Taxidermist” White in self defense, she came to the conclusion that there would be no shortage of sickos in this world and killing was sometimes a necessary evil. Suddenly, Madison got the feeling she was being watched and felt nervous pangs claw at her belly, which did no favors for her full bladder. However she still decided to hold it. Unknown to most of her friends and colleagues aside from her good friend and journal buddy Sam, holding in her urine was a pleasurable activity she frequently partaken in. She really didn’t understand it, but the long waiting period, dire need, and eventually release was an erotic feeling that she loved and wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Still, that was the least of her worries. Looking around and satisfied that there was still no-one to be found in the apartment complex, Madison proceeded to drink her hot cup of Tumeric Chai Latte. It provided some comfort and relaxation at first, but eventually all the hot liquid settled in her bladder and sped up the need to release her own hot liquid. Deciding it was time, she headed to the bathroom to take a piss and shower afterwards. First the young woman checked herself out in the mirror. Aside from the dark circles and dull eyes of unhappiness, she was still quite sexy and attractive. After popping some sleeping pills she headed to the toilet, pulled down her panties to reveal a faint landing strip of pubic hair, sat her shapely ass on the toilet seat, and proceeded to void her bladder. A long stream trickled out of her genitals and into the toilet water, creating a loud splash that resonated in the room for around thirty seconds. Afterwards, Madison wiped herself clean of any remaining urine and stood up. Instead of pulling her panties back on she just set them on the floor and removed her tank top, revealing her toned abs and perky breasts with pink nipples. She stepped into the shower and turned it on. At first the hot water hailed down but soon became soothing, not enough to have her asleep quite yet but still relaxing. When she was done, she realized that she had neglected to grab new clothes. Having no other choice, she re-applied her tank top and panties. Once she stepped out however, the suspicious feeling returned. ‘Shit. Someone’s here.’ Maddison mentally shuddered. She looked around the room for anything that could provide help. ‘The phone is right on that desk! No, that would take too long. A 911 call is extremely lengthy, not to mention the time it would take for the police to actually arrive. The front door is the only way out. I’d rather not leave in my underwear but at this rate I’m lucky just to get out of here alive!’ she internally panicked. Having no other choice, she ducked down and started to crouch towards the door. Right when she reached it, hell broke loose. The photojournalist felt something reach for her, one to yank her head backwards and a forearm pressed hard against her trachea to cut off her oxygen supply. Despite her attacker’s larger size and technique, Madison still managed to muster enough strength to kick her feet off an adjacent wall and slam him into another. She managed to break away and see that he was a home invader wearing a balaclava mask of sorts. However he made no move to grab any valuables, or question her. Instead he seemed purely interested in finishing her off. He staggered towards her menacingly, but since he was still dazed this allowed Madison to kick down a stepladder to further injure her pursuer. It somewhat worked, but he recovered and threw her against the kitchen. He unsheathed a large, serrated combat knife but she managed to reach for a corn holder and stab him in the neck. Unfortunately the twin picks, while certainly painful, were far too short to cause instant death from a single puncture. She made a break for it when another home invader managed to interfere and throw her against the dining room table, shattering many dishes and glass. Thankfully Madison avoided any cuts but she considered herself far from lucky, due to now having to deal with two home invaders that somehow managed to invite themselves in despite their being no signs of breaking and entering. The second home invader had his own combat knife and attempted to stab her multiple times, only for her to roll around multiple times, the knife impaling the hardwood over and over. She eventually retaliated with an elbow strike to the cranium when the previous masked stranger grabbed her head and continued to drag her across the table. Not wasting any time, Madison reeled a kick over her head and into his, then grabbed a chair and threw it with all her might, watching it crash into the other invader. The photojournalist had managed to successfully stagger both attackers, and tried to run away only for a third invader to show up. The one she had kicked came up from behind her, effectively creating a trap. Having nowhere else to go, she continued to go forwards only for the third home invader to slam her into the window. Unfortunately for him, Madison was counting on that and leaned in to bite his ear. His balaclava was unfortunately providing enough protection to do any serious damage but the pain and surprise was enough to make him yelp and throw her off him. She then grabbed a lamp-stand and swung it, managing to club both of her attackers. The weapon was sturdy and hefty enough to break their bones and possibly even kill them for good, however the exhaustion was catching up to the photojournalist and she had no choice but to drop it. The remaining home invader caught up and threw her on the bed. She kicked hard with both feet to knock him back, then proceeded to jump up and tackle him. However it wasn’t enough as he got right back up, backhanded her, then slammed her face into the coffee table for good measure. Seeing she was stunned, all three of her attackers unsheathed their knives. ‘Who the fuck are these people?!’ Madison internally screamed. They clearly didn’t care about her money or belongings, just blood. But why? Bitter ex boyfriends, hired assassins maybe? The knives looked similar to Leland’s, perhaps they were his buddies or cult members dedicated to avenging their friend. One thing was for sure, no way in hell was she going to make it easy. Grabbing broken glass, she impaled the home invader’s thigh, grabbed his giant knife, then proceeded to stab them all in the groin, effectively castrating and possibly killing them. Relieved, she ran into the bathroom. She was shaking with adrenaline and fear, not noticing there was a fourth home invader who had been hiding in the restroom all along. Without warning he slid his knife to her throat and was about to slash it when Madison felt a warm gush empty out of her genitals, into her panties, cascaded down her legs, and onto the floor. The young woman suddenly woke, almost mirroring the one in her dream. As she stirred, however, she realized there had been a huge difference that let her know she was truly awake this time. She had pissed herself in her sleep, twice in fact. First when she had used the toilet in her sleep, and right before she woke up. Her legs, panties, hell even her tank top, were all soaked in urine. Madison groaned in discomfort and embarrassment. Now she had no choice but to shower. First order of business, she made sure to peel off her wet clothes, then threw them and the couch cushion in the laundry. Secondly she hopped into the shower, this time for real. As she stood under the water, a face appeared to her. He had slightly shaggy hair and stubble, and sad eyes. Madison didn’t understand why, but she felt very attracted to this man. Almost on instinct her right hand shot to her genitals. The photojournalist was surprised at this, then figured she might as well. Grabbing the shower-head she aimed it at her clit, feeling it harden in arousal. She then proceeded to grasp her left breast and play with her nipple, feeling it peak. Her fantasies ran wild with the mystery man as they had sex in many different positions and she came hard. Suddenly feeling woozy the photojournalist sank to the floor with weak knees, panting hard in ecstasy. After drying herself she immediately headed to her mattress and lay down, still naked and not bothering with getting dressed. She was ready to pass out, a feeling she welcomed and would not wait for, clothes be damned. Madison Paige still wondered just where she had seen her fantasy man, his face was so clear so he was certainly real. Little did she know they would meet very soon. End Note: So yeah, hope you all enjoyed it. I’ll admit the masturbation was kind of weak but I’m still learning so I apologize. Anyway I’ll try and finish the Resident Evil saga soon and move on to other ladies within the gaming universe. Candidates include Kitana, Jade, Tifa Lockhart, Aerith Gainsborough, Panam Palmer, Judy Alvarez, and possibly more. Take care.
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