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  1. heartfulwarm

    From my game

    Hello, I'm working on a fantasy game that I'm making and I wanted to share this with you. It's basically a wetting animation for whenever the women wet themselves in game. This particular character pictured is pending, meaning that she may or may not be in the game. I'm somewhat satisfied with the result except for the puddle. Messing content is below, some in combination with wetting. I can post more pictures, since I got other if anyone wants more angles and views.
  2. Six months had passed since the ship made planetfall with Avalon. For much of that time, Lysander, the team's civil engineer, Orlando and Bassanio had been living and working on the planet's surface, fixing sturdy anchorage points deep into the rock beneath the sand dunes and fusing the silica into a flat, glasslike pad to create a ground station for the space elevator that would enable them to lower all of the heavy equipment that was sitting in crates in the ship's holds. Sebastian divided his time between assisting with the work on the ground and ferrying supplies and such tools and materials as could be fitted into the shuttle that at present was the only link between the ship and their base camp. Although Perdita could snatch the opportunity for a brief liaison with Sebastian when he brought the shuttle up to the ship for fresh supplies, she was all too aware that their partners' long absence was beginning to affect the morale of the other three girls whose only contacts were short video links whenever the ship's orbit allowed. During the day the girls were busy recording and analysing data on every aspect of Avalon and the rest of the planetary system but the evenings seemed rather quiet without the usual banter between the girls and the boys and, of course, the nights were lonely. A couple of nights ago, long after the others had gone to bed, Perdita had found Miranda alone in the dimly lit common room, staring silently at the image of the planet on the huge viewing screen. The puddle on the floor around her bare feet suggested she had been standing there for some hours and when she turned towards Perdita her eyes were reddened and her face was streaked with tears. When Perdita put a comforting arm around her, Miranda had sobbed desolately on her shoulder. Perdita decided she needed to do something to raise the girls' spirits. ------------------ Instead of just appearing on their communicator screens in the usual way, the invitation had actually been printed on pink card and delivered to Cordelia, Miranda and Viola on a silver salver carried by a droid wearing a pink bow tie. You are invited to a Girls' Night In Tonight at 7pm in the refectory Theme - Pink! Intrigued, the three girls made their way that evening to the crew refectory where Perdita was waiting to greet them. As they stood chatting, the droid with the pink bow tie glided into the room bearing four flutes of pink champagne and served one to each of them in turn. The refectory and crew lounge had been opened out into a single room and Ariel, the ship's Intelligence, had synthesised a buffet of delicious food and drink, all of which would have been instantly recognisable to a traveller from the Ancient Times when people really did eat meat and vegetables and drink fermented fruit juices. After the buffet meal, accompanied by several glasses of pink champagne and rosé wine, they all settled down on the lounge sofas to watch a romantic comedy that Ariel projected on to the huge viewing screen. Two hours later the credits rolled and the lights went up. "I need to pee!" Cordelia exclaimed, leaping to her feet and hurriedly squatting down beside her sofa. She lifted her short tunic clear of her panties (which were, of course, pink) and crouched immobile whilst a puddle spread outwards beneath her. Perdita stood up and placed her hands on her hips beneath her short tunic and her legs wide apart and, with an expression of blissful relief, she too peed on the floor. When they sat down again both girls flicked the hem of their tunics clear of their wet panties. A rectangle drew itself low down on the wall, a slot opened and a flat cube emerged, hovered over the two puddles and returned to its slot whilst the droid with the bow tie returned with four cocktail glasses filled with a neon pink liquid. "Would you like to try my Pink Lady cocktail?" said Ariel. "I warn you, it may be rather heady!" Miranda was curled up on her sofa with her legs tucked up, her short tunic spread out clear of her saturated panties and the pee-soaked fabric of the seat beneath her. She accepted a cocktail from the droid and sipped it thoughtfully. "Ariel" she said eventually. "Can I ask you a question?" "Of course you can" replied the voice of the ship's Intelligence in that familiar, soft, quiet voice that seemed to come from all corners of the room at once. "You know that we don't usually bother to go to the loo just for a pee - was it the same back on Earth? I find it more and more difficult to remember the details of life back then...." There's a reason for that, Ariel thought to herself but she chose to ignore that aspect of Miranda's question in her reply. "This behaviour is something you as a group have adopted as a new normality ever since you were Reawakened from your long hibernation" Ariel replied. "If I may say so, it seems perfectly logical to me. Your clothes dry quickly and odour-free, the ship's cleaning systems are 100% efficient and waste is processed in exactly the same way wherever it comes from. "And there is another factor. You were selected as a team both for your individual skills, knowledge and character and because you share characteristics that will help you both to form strong relationships with your individual partners and to function as a cohesive group. All four of you girls have enjoyed wetting yourselves ever since you were small children and all four of your partners find it sexually attractive when you do so." "So it's not just Orlando and me!" squealed Miranda before breaking off in confusion, blushing furiously. The others burst out laughing. "No, it's not just Orlando" Cordelia said reassuringly. "Bassanio is another one and I'm guessing...." she looked at Perdita and Viola who both nodded. "Interestingly, you are already evolving a form of etiquette that reflects the sexual dimension as well as the convenience aspect of this behaviour" Ariel went on. "For example, you girls usually wet yourselves when you need to pee whereas the boys would normally just pee against the nearest wall. However, in mixed company the boys avoid any sexual display by wetting their briefs like you girls do. "You are the founder members of a new human colony here on Avalon" Ariel continued. "And I expect you and your children will adopt this behaviour as a normal part of your society. There seems no reason not to do so." "Talking of living on Avalon" Miranda said with a sigh, "I'm looking forward to it but in the meantime I can't help worrying about the boys down thereon their own. It must be hard trying to work in the heat and humidity on the equator and it must also be terribly primitive when they only have those flimsy tents to live in." "I think you'll find the boys are coping quite well and conditions aren't as primitive as you think" Perdita reassured her. "For example, Sebastian told me that they didn't have enough refrigerator space to store their beers so they designed and 3D printed a device that clamps to a beer can and extracts the heat energy from it. Right now I expect they're sitting outside their tents looking at the stars and drinking beer cooled to perfection." "Typical!" snorted Viola to laughter from the others. "And now I have some good news for us all" Perdita continued. "The boys' work on the ground station is nearly finished and they will be returning to the ship in a few days' time. We will then move into a much higher geostationary orbit and start to spin the cables for the space elevator." Right on cue, the droid with the pink bow tie reappeared with four more Pink Lady cocktails. Perdita raised her glass. "To the boys!" she said. The others stood up and chinked glasses. "To the boys!"they echoed. After much excited chatter the girls eventually drifted back to their rooms, happy and slightly tipsy, Viola leaving a snaking trail of pee along the corridor behind her. ------------------ Back in her cabin, Miranda was feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed during the evening so she drank all of the large glass of chilled water that had been thoughtfully placed by her bedside. Lifting her tunic off over her head made the room spin disconcertingly so she flopped on to her bed, still wearing her panties and lay on her back, eyes closed. Ariel dimmed the cabin lights for her. The last thing Miranda remembered thinking was that she really did need to pee. An hour later, a spot of wetness appeared on the fabric of Miranda's panties. It quickly blossomed outwards and a small fountain splashed between her thighs. Beneath her, a pool of pee expanded across her bed until it reached the edge and pattered on to the floor. Miranda slept on.
  3. Hi guys! I’m back with another desperation and wetting story. This one happened quite recently about a week or so ago, so let’s jump into it! First of all I would like to apologize for my lack of content over the past few months, I’m a university student now and this period is really hectic with lots of things to do, my schedule is filled everyday and I have no time for omorashi. However the things I need to do are getting lesser day by day so hopefully I can find myself more time to indulge in omo and share my experiences with you guys. This happened a week ago. My schedule was really packed that day with lectures in the morning and afternoon. I woke up in the morning with a relatively full bladder; my roommate was done using the bathroom and I went in to relieve myself of a whole night’s worth of pee. After that I got dressed with black panties and black leggings, as well as a skirt on top of that all. I put on a bra and a matching shirt and proceeded to pack the stuff I need to get through the day. I packed my large bottle as well so I could get through the day while staying hydrated. Short description paragraph for those of you that may have forgotten my image: I’m 19 years of age, standing in at a petite height of 5’2 and weighing about 100 pounds (I really need to eat more). My bladder size is smaller than average so I fill up faster than most people. Blessing in disguise I guess? Back to the story. I had lessons all the way until 12pm, followed by a short lunch break of 30 minutes and another 2 and a half hour lecture. For unknown reasons I was really thirsty that morning and finished my whole bottle of water even before lunch break, which is about 50 oz. I got through the morning without much needing to pee despite that. By the time it was lunch break my need was only at a 3/10, nothing significant enough to worry about. The queue to get food was longer than usual, meaning I had no spare time to rest, let alone visit the bathroom and pee. I finished my food and drink in 10 minutes, then I refilled my 50 oz bottle in the cafe for the afternoon. It was already 5 minutes before the start of the lecture and I certainly did not want to be late. My friend bought me starbucks which I happily accepted, and went in the lecture hall. My need at that point was only a 3.5 or 4 out of 10 so peeing was not on my mind. In hindsight I had a lot of liquids in my system already. There was 50 oz from my bottle, around 10 more from the drinks I had during lunch, and 16 more in the starbucks. Although I did not feel it yet, they were certainly going to make themselves known by me. My small bladder is about to get punished harshly 🙂 About an hour into the lecture I was starting to get bored, when my needs got more prominent. The need to pee at that point was at a 5 and I was starting to notice the effects of so much liquids that I consumed prior to that. I thought it was no big deal at that point as I could definitely hold it through the whole 2 hours, I have been in a similar situation of feeling the need to pee just after the lesson started. I put no thought to it and continued listening to the professor. An hour and a half into it and I was really starting to feel the effect of my bladder. My need has increased to a solid 6 and I was seriously doubting if I could make it out of the lecture comfortably. At this point I was being very optimistic to make it to the bathroom after the lecture with dry panties. I was certainly not planning on doing a hold that day but I got careless and ended up like this. I think my bladder was out of shape from a few months of not holding, so with the lack of practice naturally it can’t hold that much. I was starting to get fidgety in my seat from the need so I crossed my right leg over my left and pressed my thighs together in an attempt to subdue the urge. With half an hour to go my need has increased substantially to a 7.5, occasionally spiking to an 8. I was getting very fidgety and squirmy in my seat as I try to hold back the fluids in me from leaking out. My movements that point to hold it in was more frequent, squirming back and forth in my seat, crossing and uncrossing legs, bouncing knees and trying to grab my pee hole from my butt so it’s not that obvious. My friend sitting next to me who knows about my fetish noticed and asked me “Hey Kayla what’s wrong? You look like you are shaking all over” “Oh nothing’s wrong I’m just.. I’m just a little cold” I stuttered a reply while trying not to give away my need of the bathroom. “Do you need to pee?” She asked, having seen my tell-tale signs of desperation too often. I told her maybe just a little quietly and she gave me a naughty look, asking me to hold on. The lecture was finally over, but my need has further increased to a 9/10. After hearing that we are dismissed I was overjoyed that I can make a mad dash to the bathroom in my room; relief was near and I can avoid an embarrassing accident. I stood up after packing my stuff into my bag, which caused my bladder to contract. That movement released some pee into my panties, which I instinctively crossed my legs tightly and jammed a hand into my crotch to hold it in for a little longer, simultaneously dropping back into the seat to remain discreet. My friend gave me a weird look as she wished me good luck holding it back to my room. I began the walk back to my room where the bathroom was(my room had a bathroom which I shared with my roommate), peeing was my top priority now as I wanted to avoid an embarrassing accident. Fortunately for me my room was quite close to the lecture hall. I walked towards it with a full bladder while pausing occasionally to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together, to avoid losing control. I made it to the room without leaks except that first one which made my panties damp, and was surprised to see the door unlocked. My roommate was in the room for some reason unknown to me at that point, my need has increased to a straight 10 as relief was so near. I threw my stuff on the floor and dashed to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. I was horrified as I found myself locked out of relief. With legs crossed, a hand in crotch and bent over from desperation, I called out “Hey Daniella are you in there” while frantically trying to push the door open. My roommate told me she’s having a stomachache. “Please Daniella could you hurry up I’m literally about to piss myself here” I replied while pee dancing on the spot. My bladder opened up again as another leak came, this time bigger than the previous. I stuffed both hands into my crotch, grabbing my pee hole to stop the flow, but the wet spot was bigger. Lifting up my skirt to examine it I found the wet spot to be as big as a tennis ball on my leggings between my legs. After that my roommate told me to look for another bathroom if I was that desperate as she was going to need a while. With no choice I went on to look for another bathroom to pee. My bladder was absolutely screaming for me to empty her now, and leaked again. I felt my fingers in my crotch dampen as I squeezed my muscles back harder. I really could not hold it anymore and had to pee as soon as possible. I had to walk in such a way that there was constant pressure on my pee hole, so my need could be reduced ever so slightly. The downside is that I had to walk slower, and it looked like a waddle which would be embarrassing when people saw me. Finally I got to the next bathroom on campus, but was horrified to see a long line of about 10 girls! I was certain I could not hold that long so I had to look for another bathroom on level 2. As I was climbing the stairs I leaked again, and again, and again despite that hand on my pee hole. I leaked so much that the wet spot extended way past my butt and was starting to show up on the front, lucky for me I had the skirt to cover up a portion of it. I finally got to the bathroom but there were still 3 girls in line! Having no choice I joined the queue while pee dancing on the spot, with tightly crossed legs and bouncing around. The next leak told me I could not hold it anymore. All of my pride thrown aside, I walked up to the girl next in line, with a hand in my crotch I said “Please sorry I’m about to piss myself I can’t hold it anymore may I please please go in front of you” while turning bright red. She stared at me awkwardly but eventually agreed. My need increased tenfold, with relief being so near, but finally it happened. I heard a flushing sound and that was my bladder’s cue for relief. No matter what I did, the pee contained inside came gushing out. It was not a leak, not a dribble, but a total loss of control. I was peeing myself, standing next in line, the piss inside me came out full force with a hissing sound. It streamed down my leggings front and back, soaking my shoes and pooling around my legs. The girl in the bathroom came out, along with the 3 girls behind me in the queue, and watched me while I wet myself. I was humiliated but the relief felt amazing. After that I apologized profusely and went back to my room to have a shower and a change of pants and got along with my day. My roommate Daniella stared at my glistening wet pants and was quite compassionate about it, she helped me wash up. My friend saw a change of pants and assumed something too 😉 So that was my story! In the future I will have more time so hopefully I can spend more time doing holds. Stay tuned! Kayla
  4. Ondinist

    Avalon 3: Touchdown

    The shuttle slowed to a hover, folded in its wings, extended four short telescopic legs and gently sank down on the firm sand of the foreshore, rather like a broody hen settling on to her nest of eggs. The midships door opened and Perdita hurriedly stepped down, placed her hands on her hips beneath her raised tunic, spread her legs wide and peed copiously on to the sand between her feet. "You're the very first human being to set foot on Avalon" Sebastian said with a grin as he followed her out of the shuttle. "History will record that the first thing you did was pee on it!" "History will record no such thing, not if you know what's good for you" Perdita retorted, still peeing. "It's all very well for you, you don't have to drown a pint of Ariel's special brew before a flight. You're already bomb-proof against space sickness after spending half your life floating upside-down." Sebastian started to protest that there was more to training as a cosmonaut than floating upside down but Perdita resumed her normal stance, pulled her tunic off over her head and threw it in through the shuttle door. "And I bet I can also be the first one to swim in the sea!" she shouted over her shoulder, setting off at a run. Sebastian hastily stripped off his own tunic and chased Perdita into the shallows where she had paused to let him catch up, her long, lustrous black hair blowing in the warm sea breeze and wavelets lapping around her feet. Her slim, athletic body was naked apart from the vibrant lime green bikini briefs that perfectly offset her flawless coffee-coloured skin. They also clearly displayed the fact that she had just wet herself. Looking at her, Sebastian felt himself growing hard. He took her in his arms and kissed her whilst attempting to pull down her briefs but she firmly removed his hands and rearranged herself. "Enough of that, we're here to check this out as a suitable location for our space elevator ground station, remember?" "We could check it out after we've....." Sebastian started to say. "Had a swim" Perdita replied firmly. She ran further into the sea and dived into an oncoming wave. Sebastian stood, hands on hips, peeing through his briefs, then plunged through the waves to where Perdita had emerged, glistening like an otter, droplets of water clinging to her perfectly shaped breasts. -------------- Using observations from the orbiting spaceship and from fly-pasts with the shuttle, the team had identified this coastal site on Avalon's equator as potentially the best location for the space elevator that would connect them to the ship and enable them to bring down to the surface of the planet all of the heavy equipment that was waiting in crates in the ship's holds. The tidal effects of Avalon's two small moons would give Perdita and Sebastian several hours before the next high tide to explore and to make an initial confirmation of the team's analysis. "We'd better put on those protective overalls and shoes before we take a look above the high tide line" said Perdita as they walked back to the shuttle after their swim. "Cordelia said she doesn't know yet whether any of the plants on Avalon might be thorny or poisonous. Better safe than sorry." As soon as they had pulled on the one-piece overalls with their sturdy boots they realised how uncomfortable working in them would be. Sebastian took a long drink of water from a bottle and handed another bottle to Perdita. "Drink up" he said "We' better make sure we stay well hydrated." "I'm not sure that's a good idea" Perdita replied doubtfully. "Ariel's special brew is already making me pee an awful lot." "All the more reason to replace the liquid you're losing" Sebastian pointed out. "We'd better take some more water with us. Sebastian picked up the heavy bag of tools and instruments they had packed and they trudged up the beach, already feeling hot and clammy in their protective clothing. When they reached the sand dunes above the high tide line they paused for a long drink from their water bottles, then plodded on towards the vegetation that was encroaching on to the beach from the silent jungle beyond. They were only able to penetrate a short distance before the undergrowth became too dense for them to go any further. There was no cooling sea breeze beyond the dunes and the steamy heat of the jungle seemed almost suffocating. "I don't fancy the idea of trying to clear a site in this lot" Sebastian observed. "Until the space elevator is set up we'd only have the tools and equipment we could carry in the shuttle." "We might be able to build closer to the sea if there is a firm rock base for anchoring the space elevator somewhere under the sand dunes" said Perdita, pulling some gadgets out of the bag. "Unfortunately for us, Orlando said that to get the best results we need to do these tests as far away from the sea as possible." It took some time to set up the equipment as they had been instructed but they were finally ready. "Apparently it takes about five minutes for this stuff to map the underlying geology" said Perdita, switching it on. She was not surprised that she was already feeling the need for a pee but tried to put it out of her mind. They had work to do and, as Cordelia had warned them about the possibility of poisonous plants, it would obviously be unwise to strip off her protective overalls for a pee until they were back on the beach, away from any vegetation. She would just have to wait. Working at the edge of the jungle, the heat and humidity were intense. Sebastian took another long drink from his water bottle and gestured for Perdita to do the same. Beginning to feel rather dizzy, she drank deeply. The machine gave a bleep to indicate that it had completed its readings. They picked up the equipment, carried it along the boundary line of vegetation and set it up again some distance away. They repeated the tests several times in different locations and were once again waiting for the machine to carry out its analysis when Sebastian noticed that Perdita had become very quiet. "Are you OK?" he asked, looking at her in concern. Perdita nodded but said nothing. Dark vertical streaks were appearing on the legs of her overalls, spreading and merging into a huge area of glistening wetness from her crotch to her boots. She gave him a rueful smile. "I needed a pee" she said. "But now I don't." -------------- If Perdita had been uncomfortable before, it was nothing to the final hour, with the clammy wet fabric clinging to her legs and chafing with every move. As soon as they were back on the beach Sebastian helped her to take off her pee-soaked overalls and once again she stood before him wearing nothing but her lime-green briefs with a triangle of wetness between the legs. Perdita helped Sebastian out of his own overalls and they walked down to the shuttle where Sebastian threw them in through the open door and set down the equipment bag. They both took another long swig from their water bottles. "Time for another swim!" announced Perdita. "I think I'd better freshen up!" The tide was already advancing up the beach so they were soon splashing into the shallows, Perdita scooping up water and rinsing the sweat from her face. She paused, ankle-deep in the sea, whilst fresh streams of pee ran down her legs. Then they plunged onward into the cool waves, Perdita squealing as each fresh, cool wave slapped into her. "We'd better not be too long before we get back to the shuttle" called Sebastian. "The tide is coming in quite fast now." Perdita took his hand and led him back to the beach. She turned and gave him a long, sensuous kiss. "There is one more thing we could be the first to do on Avalon" she murmured. "Do you think we've got time?"
  5. DsGSilver

    The Contagion

    "I suppose it would be pretty be fair to say that, by the time the apocalypse came, nobody was really surprised. The first outbreak was the Green Scare back in 2013, where a sudden, violent mania suddenly took control of a small town in South Carolina, driving all of the residents insane. In a panic, the Office of Disease Analysis was created to isolate and neutralize the cause. And they succeeded. ODA prevailed when everyone else thought the zombie apocalypse was upon us. In 2015, another epidemic arose in Georgia, much more resilient than the first. ODA once again responded and terminated the threat. In 2016, Louisiana was struck. Amid the panic, ODA began to expand its power, creating new sub-organizations such as the Public Health Commission and the Ministry of Epidemiology. Don’t let the professional names fool you, these were tyrannical parties, bent on containing the infection and exterminating the infected. The rest of the world watched with bated breath, all were terrified of the spreading disease, now ominously known only as “the Contagion”. Then, in late 2016, an outbreak erupted in the UK. That was all it took to blow the house of cards over. Nations everywhere shut down their harbors and airports, fearing they, too, might suffer an outbreak. It is 2018, now. Over the last 2 years, outbreaks have gone from being a yearly occurrence to being monthly, and now only weekly. People have become isolated and paranoid, and ODA is losing control of the situation. There is a lot to know about ODA, the Contagion, the crumbling world around us, but our story has a more humble beginning to it. Our story begins with a small group of three people whose evacuation didn’t quite go to plan…" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my interactive story, The Contagion! A terrible plague has ravaged the land, and begun the zombie apocalypse that every gun nut has always dreamed of. There’s just a few points that I want to cover before we can truly begin: 1. This story will be told from the perspective of 1 of 3 characters, and you guys get to decide who that is. While every character will remain in the party, and they will still have accidents, you will only be able to fully control a single character. There will be times when the perspective temporarily shifts to a different character, and there may even be times when the option to completely permanently change perspective is available. 2. This story will feature a main male character who is subject to accidents, along with 2 females. More characters may join the party as it progresses. 3. This story will absolutely feature messing. A lot of it. 4. This story will most likely wind up considerably darker than most others that I’ve written. Characters will get hurt, do bad things, and be put in very horrible situations. 5. And lastly, just to add some risk and unpredictability, the results of a lot of the actions you guys select will be determined via d20 roll. Not all, but a lot. With all of that out of the way, let’s introduce our cast. Leo Taylor Bio: The younger brother of Grace Taylor. His quiet, reserved speech on top of a decisively unimpressive stature and musculature makes Leo the last person anyone would expect to survive any kind of disaster. Despite his physical shortcomings, Leo has managed to survive thanks to his shortness, speed, agility, and quick wit. He always manages to find some way out of any trouble that comes his way. Though the thought of being alone terrifies him, both Grace and Angela know that he’s likely the only one of them who could survive alone. Appearance + Equipment: Leo is younger than his companions, being only 17. He is short for his age. He has light skin and shaggy, messy brown hair. Currently, he wears a green hoodie and some blue jeans. He possesses a small pistol, some ammunition, and a combat knife. Continence: Bladder control - Low, prone to leaking. Bowel control - Medium low. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Low, he will lose control easily. While Leo may always find or invent a way out of dangerous situations, he hasn’t yet discovered a way to do so without needing a change of pants. Being the timid, nervous sort of person he is, he’s always had a little trouble keeping his bowels and bladder under control. After the apocalypse, this has manifested itself in him being too shy to ask his companions to stop for a bathroom break, along with him being pretty easily scared to the point of leaking, if not flat out voiding himself in his clothes. Grace Taylor Bio: The elder sister of Leo. Grace is a respected and admired individual. Prior to the end of the world, she was a police officer, and one with a stunning record. Talented, intelligent, and strong, she was very well suited for her line of work. Evidently, she was pretty well suited for the apocalypse, too. Granted, a whole lot of her survival knowledge comes from video games and movies, but it’s served her well enough so far. Appearance + Equipment: She is 25. Similar to her brother, Grace has light skin and brown hair, though hers is kept tied in a small ponytail. She is fairly tall, and fairly fit. Currently, she wears an unbuttoned blue shirt on top of a white tee shirt, and dark blue jeans. She also wears an old, gray baseball cap that she’s owned for many years. She is the most well-armed of the group, carrying a bolt action rifle and her police handgun. She also carries a police baton. Continence: Bladder control - High Bowel control - Medium Fear/Stress Tolerance - Mixed, fear is high, stress is low. Details are below. Grace is no stranger to terrifying and dangerous situations, considering her line of work. Undoubtedly, during the early days of her career, the more intense conundrums saw her pissing or soiling her pants, but those days are long past. However, Grace has always had stomach problems, ever since she was a kid. Today, performing exceptionally strenuous physical activity will often cause her bowels to leak, or even totally empty. Angela Blake Bio: While she is unrelated to the Taylor siblings, Angela has been a close friend to both of them for many years. Before the apocalypse, she was a librarian. Like Leo, she is not the type of person you might expect to see outlive everyone else in a disaster. And, well, you wouldn’t really be wrong to think that way. Angela is not a skilled fighter or survivalist. At all. She has survived mostly by doing whatever Grace tells her. She is, however, fairly good at keeping the others going. She is decently skilled at mending clothes and wounds. She is also an excellent cook and organizer, so she is generally left in charge of supplies. Even beyond those skills, though, she is simply a very charming and optimistic person, and is usually able to inspire her friends to keep going, no matter what. Appearance + Equipment: She is 23. She has pale white skin, due to all the time she spends indoors. Her hair is black, perfectly straight, and stretches down to her back. Currently, she wears a light pink sweater and a long purple skirt that reaches nearly to her ankles. A slim pair of glasses adorns her face. She is equipped with a small revolver and a switchblade. Generally speaking, she carries their supplies, due to her skill at managing them, unless an item proves too heavy. Continence: Bladder control - Really low. Bowel control - High. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Extremely low. Angela has somewhat of a weak bladder, and it’s always been a bit of a problem for her. Scary movies or games, Halloween haunted houses, even just startling pranks, all of them had a tendency to leave her slightly damp. When the end of days rolled around, Angela found it nearly impossible to keep herself dry. Curiously, however, neither Grace nor Leo have ever seen her shit herself, nor even mention the need to relieve herself. For whatever reason, despite her weak bladder, her bowels are stronger than anyone’s. Which character will you control? A). Leo Taylor B). Grace Taylor C). Angela Blake
  6. On the day of the first exploratory journey into the atmosphere of Avalon, Sebastian and his two passengers - Miranda, the team's meteorologist and Cordelia, the life sciences specialist - gathered in the crew refectory for a pre-flight briefing. "The shuttle is designed primarily for trips between the ship and the surface that take less than an hour" said Sebastian. "Passengers are strapped in their seats for the whole flight so obviously there are no toilets on board. "But as you know, on this trip we're going to be be descending from orbit into Avalon's atmosphere, making detailed observations at low altitude and then climbing back to the ship again. The whole flight is going to take about six hours. Adult nappies are an option...." "No way am I wearing one of those!" exclaimed Cordelia. "Me neither!" said Miranda vehemently. "In that case, are you both OK with wetting yourselves when you need to?" They nodded. No problem there. "Fine by me, but there are some things you definitely wouldn't want to do in your pants. Are you sure you're both going to be all right on that score?" The girls nodded again. They had already thought of that and taken care of it. "Right then. Time for Ariel's special brew!" The serving hatch in the wall opened and two large glasses of liquid appeared. "Drink up, this stuff is guaranteed to prevent space sickness." It turned out to be slightly sweet but with a pleasant citrus flavour. Sebastian watched the girls drink it all down. Then, with a wicked grin, he added "It's also guaranteed to make you pee an awful lot!" -------------- Sebastian led the way to the shuttle docking bay. It was the first time Miranda had seen the ship-to-surface shuttle - back on Earth they had been transported to the Lagrange space station on one of the much larger regular shuttles. This one was short and compact with a fuselage consisting of a small cabin forward of the fusion reactor casing. At present its stubby wings were partly retracted into the fuselage below floor level. No windows of course; the cabin walls would display a 360 degree view of the outside world and screens at their seats would show the terrain beneath them. Standing by the shuttle door, Sebastian paused. "One final thing. Once we leave the ship's gravitational field we'll be weightless for a while so if you think you might need to pee soon, best do it here. We really don't want half a litre of urine floating around the cabin in little droplets - a golden shower wouldn't even begin to describe it!" Cordelia promptly squatted on her haunches, lifted up up her short white tunic and and wet her blue panties, two or three streams merging into a puddle between her feet. Miranda was already feeling the need for a pee after the drink in the refectory. She squatted down and tried to relieve herself but, with the others standing waiting for her, she just couldn't get started. The more she tried the more her body refused to co-operate. Bladder shyness, at the worst possible time!. "Um.....looks like I don't need to pee just yet" she mumbled in embarrassment. "OK then, let's go" said Sebastian, stooping to enter the shuttle by its midships door. "Turn left for first class" murmured Cordelia ironically, viewing the spartan cabin dimly lit by its glowing ceiling. Its three seats each consisted of fine-mesh webbing stretched over a lightweight tubular frame that was bolted to the metal floor. "Everything is designed to minimise mass" Sebastian explained. "But don't worry, the seats aren't as uncomfortable as they look. And you won't end up sitting in a puddle when you've wet yourself." He took the centre seat that faced the ship's flight console, a side-stick controller on each armrest. Behind him, Miranda took the left hand seat and Cordelia sat on the other side of the central aisle, both girls making sure their tunics were spread out clear of their panties. -------------- The shuttle was drifting slowly away from the spaceship. Miranda was finding that weightlessness only increased her need for a pee. She tried to concentrate on the view outside but the cabin walls showed only pitch darkness with the occasional pinpoint light from a distant star. Mistaking Miranda's apparent tension for nerves, Cordelia gave her a reassuring smile. "As we've just left the ship, we're travelling at the same speed as it is - that's about 15,000 miles per hour relative to the planet's surface" said Sebastian. "If we hit Avalon's atmosphere at that speed we'd burn up so first we need to do a lot of slowing down. As we do so, Avalon's gravitational pull will cause us to lose altitude. We need to get the balance between forward speed and rate of descent exactly right when we enter Avalon's upper atmosphere but don't worry - Ariel is doing all the difficult sums!" "How long will we be weightless?" asked Miranda in a worried voice. "About twenty minutes. After that, I'll change the engine thrust vector from reducing our forward speed to stopping us falling too fast and then it will feel like normal gravity again." Twenty minutes! Could she wait that long? Her bladder was now sending urgent signals. On the spaceship she had fallen into the habit of wetting her panties as soon as she felt any need so she was rather out of practice at holding on. Sebastian pulled back on the left-hand stick, the shuttle began to slow and Miranda felt herself being pushed forward against her harness, increasing the pressure on her bladder. He moved the other stick to the right and the craft commenced a long, banked turn and Avalon's curved horizon came into view on Cordelia's side, the haze of its atmosphere visible above the rim, backlit by the still hidden sun. Miranda bit her lip. How long had it been? Much more importantly, how long still to go? The shuttle gave a brief shiver. "We're just beginning to enter Avalon's atmosphere" Sebastian said. "Its very thin at this altitude, just wisps of gas, but it will get denser as we descend and that will also help us to slow down. There was now just one thought hammering through Miranda's mind as she crossed and re-crossed her legs; 'I must not pee yet! I must not pee yet!' The shuttle was shuddering continuously now. Sebastian moved his right hand slightly, the craft rolled back to horizontal and the planet became visible on both sides of the craft, in daylight now with fluffy white clouds just discernible far below them. Miranda slipped a hand between her legs and held herself tight. Cordelia glanced across. "Are you all right?" "I need to pee so badly!" Miranda murmured in distress. A tear rolled down her cheek. Sebastian heard her. "Do you want me to hurry up the descent? It'll be a bit bumpy if I do." "Yes please!" Miranda begged. Cordelia reached across and gave her free hand a comforting squeeze. The shuttle 's nose-down pitch increased, the shuddering became a buffeting and the craft bucked and yawed like a trapped animal. The descent seemed to Miranda, who now had both hands crammed between her tightly crossed legs, to be lasting an eternity. In fact it lasted too long. Cordelia saw pee start to spray through the fabric of Miranda's seat, forced downwards initially but soon slowing and breaking up into a cloud of glistening droplets suspended in mid-air. Miranda buried her face in her hands and sobbed in shame and embarrassment. The craft started to level out and the sensation of normal gravity gradually returned . The suspended droplets began to drift hesitantly towards the floor around Miranda's seat. Sebastian called out over his shoulder "OK Miranda, you can pee now!" He turned to make sure she was OK. She was still wetting herself but now the pee cascading through the webbing of her seat was falling and splashing noisily on to the metal floor. He gave her a cheerful grin. "That's an impressive flood!" he said. "I'm glad you managed to hold on until now!" Cordelia gave Miranda a conspiratorial wink. -------------- They had been flying above Avalon for nearly four hours, Cordelia and Miranda busily observing, recording and making notes whilst Sebastian focused on navigating the shuttle and avoiding any unfortunate mishaps, such as over-familiarity with any of the planet's mountain ranges. Fortunately for them, Ariel had already built up a comprehensive database of observations from the orbiting space craft and was continuously feeding telemetry to her onboard self to display, advise and, if needs be, to intervene to keep her children safe. Sebastian had been right about the side-effects of Ariel's special brew. For the third time Cordelia paused in her work and sat with a faraway expression whilst pee poured through the fabric of her panties and the webbing of her seat to pool on the metal floor. Miranda's bladder muscles still ached from her earlier near-disaster so she had been making no effort at control, continuously leaking and spurting into her already saturated panties whilst she worked, her pee trickling through her seat to patter and drip on to the floor beneath her. They had made a series of supersonic sprints starting at the north pole and heading towards the equator. Between each sprint they slowed to a low-altitude dawdle to sample the atmosphere and observe the land vegetation at different latitudes. These confirmed Cordelia's earlier observations from the orbiting spaceship, a rich variety of vegetation ranging from the tundra of the polar regions to an equatorial belt of tropical rainforests. Unsurprisingly, Cordelia did not recognise any of the specific plant species but overall it looked remarkably like Earth. In the equatorial region she caught an occasional glimpse of what looked like large, brightly coloured dragonflies but there were no other signs of animal life. Bassanio would be on tomorrow's overflight and it would, she thought, be interesting to see what he might discover in the planet's oceans. Smiling mischievously to herself, she made a mental note to recommend drinking plenty of Ariel's special brew. Eventually, Sebastian announced that it was time to leave Avalon's atmosphere and return to the orbiting spaceship. There was a chorus of protest from the girls. "But there's so much more to see!" "We're getting such fantastic data!" Sebastian was firm. "We're coming up to an ideal slot for intercepting the ship in orbit and it will be two more hours before we get another opportunity. And, at the rate you girls are wetting yourselves, it'll be up to our ankles by then!" "Remind me, whose idea was it for us to drink all that special brew?" Miranda asked innocently. Sebastian chose to ignore the question. "Anyway, I'm getting hungry!" "Next time I'll make you a sandwich!" retorted Cordelia. "Its a deal!" Sebastian laughed. "But now it's time to get going. You'd better stop swigging from those water bottles because we're going to be weightless again once we're in orbit. Time for one last pee if you need to, then I'll get the cabin floor cleaned up. Reluctantly, the girls stowed away their screens and notepads. Cordelia sat back in her seat and added a fourth stream of pee to the flood beneath her. Miranda wished she had had more notice of the imminent return to weightlessness - she would have stopped chugging water from her bottle much earlier. She managed to squeeze out a few drops but she was all too aware that there was going to be a lot more in the pipeline. Sebastian touched an icon and a cleaning cube appeared and bustled around the cabin, leaving a completely dry floor in its wake. Sebastian pushed the left-hand side-stick forward. The hum of the fusion reactor became a distant roar and the shuttle accelerated fiercely. He slid the right hand stick slowly back and the craft gradually pitched nose-up until they were leaning back in their seats at a 45 degree angle. A brief shudder as they pierced the clouds then, still climbing steeply they accelerated to supersonic, then hypersonic, speeds. It was, Miranda thought, rather exhilarating. On the cabin walls the girls saw Avalon's surface rapidly recede beneath them, the curve of the planet's horizon becoming more pronounced and the sky gradually darkening from blue to pitch black. Weightlessness returned - and with it Miranda's need for a pee. 'This is bloody ridiculous!' she thought angrily. 'It can't have been twenty minutes since the last time'. Mortified by the idea that Sebastian might insist in her wearing a nappy on future flights, she was determined not to admit that she might be in trouble for a second time. "Sebastian, how long until we're docked?" she asked in what she hoped sounded like a conversational tone of voice. Cordelia looked across at her and raised an eyebrow. Miranda gave her a bright smile. "It will take about twenty minutes to catch up with the ship, then a bit longer whilst we match our speed and position precisely so that the davits can lock on and haul us in" Sebastian replied. Once again the view outside was just inky blackness punctuated by occasional points of light but eventually the shuttle began to slowly overtake the spaceship in its orbit, creeping forward along its huge flank towards the docking bay. Sebastian juggled with the two side-sticks, the docking bay door slid open and the davits locked on to the shuttle with a clang. The hum of the reactor died away and the craft was pulled into its dock. The sensation of gravity returned. Miranda tried to look relaxed and unhurried as she collected together her notepads and recording devices whilst the docking bay was re-pressurising. Then Sebastian released the door and the three of them walked out on to the loading bay where the other five crew-members were waiting to greet them. Whilst Sebastian and Cordelia answered their clamorous questions - "How did it go?" "What did you see?" - Miranda stood silently beside them, pee streaming down the insides of her legs and pooling around her bare feet.
  7. Ondinist

    Avalon

    Perdita and Sebastian stood staring at the image of the planet that filled the huge viewing screen whilst data on its mass, gravity, atmosphere, temperature and other metrics scrolled alongside. Still watching the screen intently, Perdita spread her legs and peed on the floor. She gave Sebastian a mischievous smile as he stood waiting politely for her to finish - she knew how much he liked it when she wet herself. Then she walked over to the Intelligence console, leaving a trail of droplets from her soaked panties. Flicking the hem of her short tunic clear, she sat at the desk and started to review the data, her slim, manicured fingers flicking deftly over touchscreens, keypads and thought sensors. She turned to him and smiled. "Its looking good" she said. "I think we should ask Ariel to wake the others". Behind them, a rectangle sketched itself on to what had been a featureless wall. The rectangle became an open slot and a small, flat, boxlike device emerged. Hovering an inch or so above the floor, it scooted over to the puddle in front of the viewing screen. The puddle shrank and disappeared, the device returned to its slot and the wall was once again blank. -------------- The spaceship had been wandering the galaxy for a very long time - how long depended on your point of view. On Earth, thousands of years had passed since the ship had uncoupled from the Lagrange space station and launched out into deep space but the ship had been travelling at close to light speed so the search for a planet suitable for colonisation had lasted only a couple of hundred years on board. During that time, Ariel, the ship's Intelligence - the archaic word 'computer' would be totally inadequate to describe her - had, with motherly care, kept the eight humans on board in a state of suspended animation whilst the ship's systems managed, monitored and, on the rare occasions it was necessary, repaired themselves. Ariel was the ship and the ship was Ariel. Now, its exterior scarred and pitted and still with a thin dusting of frozen hydrogen on the areas that were shadowed from the alien sun, the ship was in orbit around a promising looking planet and Ariel had gently brought Perdita and Sebastian back to life, back to consciousness. On behalf of their fellow passengers, their task would be to confirm Ariel's analysis that the planet beneath them was indeed suitable to become their new home. -------------- Two weeks since their Reawakening - they were still using Earth's parameters to measure time - Viola lay in bed, thinking about the day ahead. Each of the eight crew members had spent the previous days reviewing Ariel's data from the standpoint of their own specialist skills. This morning they would all meet to share their findings and plan towards an eventual trip to the planet's surface. Beside her, Lysander was still asleep. Viola needed to pee but she felt disinclined to get up just yet. Instead she stretched languorously and let her mind drift back with erotic pleasure to last night's lovemaking whilst she wet the bed. -------------- At Perdita's request, Ariel had configured the ship's meeting room theatre-style, with four pairs of chairs facing a lectern on a podium in front of the viewing screen. The other couples drifted in. It went without saying that they were all physically near-perfect specimens of humanity, each with the light coffee-coloured skin and lustrous, dark wavy hair that were now the norm everywhere on Earth. All of them were barefoot and were wearing the short, comfortable, lightweight belted tunics that were the usual indoor clothes both on Earth and on board a spaceship. With perfectly regulated temperatures and humidities there was no need for anything else apart from panties or male briefs. When the voyage was being planned, Ariel had built up detailed psychological profiles of prospective crew members to ensure that the personalities of each of the four couples she selected were perfect matches for each other and that all eight of them would work successfully together as a team. And Ariel's analysis had identified another trait that they had in common - all the girls liked to wet themselves and all the boys liked it when they did so. Ariel approved - their shared trait would be another useful factor in building a cohesive team. And in any case, to her it seemed perfectly logical. The ship's interior cleaning systems were 100% efficient so why waste time going to the lavatory just for a pee? -------------- Perdita called the meeting to order and gave a brief introduction, then invited Orlando and Miranda to the lectern to describe the planet and its atmosphere. Orlando spoke first. The geological structure of the planet was, he explained, remarkably Earth-like. Images and graphics flashed up on the huge screen behind him. The planet was slightly smaller than Earth so gravity was about 95% of that on Earth. It's axis of rotation was not tilted - Earth is unusual in that respect - so there were no seasonal variations, and a complete day/night cycle took about 20 hours. Standing beside Orlando whilst he was giving his part of the presentation, Miranda's mind had wandered on to how urgently she needed to pee. She really should have taken care of it earlier, she thought. She didn't want to part her legs and piss on the podium floor whilst Orlando was talking nor was wetting herself a planned part of her own presentation. She told herself she would just have to wait until she was back in her seat. She could do it there, no problem. The end of Orlando's part of their presentation suddenly jerked Miranda's mind back to the present. Already Ariel was flashing up graphics showing the chemical composition of the atmosphere - about 80% inert nitrogen, most of the rest oxygen, some carbon dioxide and traces of various other gases - much like Earth, in fact. "Um....weather systems....." she was bursting! ".....similar to Earth....driven by hot air rising at the Equator...upper air flows towards the Poles converted by the Coriolis effect into a west-to-east flow at mid latitudes...." she felt her panties dampen and something trickled down her left thigh ".....polar regions around zero Celsius...." Somehow she reached the end of her presentation without completely losing control and Perdita, who had been noticing her inability to stand still, gave her a conspiratorial grin as she called Cordelia and Bassanio to outline the biology of the planet. Miranda hurried back to her seat, Orlando following. By now, everybody else was paying attention to Cordelia's description of the planet's life-forms - a rich variety of plant life but no sign of any animals - but Orlando noticed Miranda lift her tunic slightly as she sat down followed, a moment later, by an expanding puddle as she soaked her pretty little panties and the seat beneath her. He put his arm around her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. -------------- It was been a long meeting, with much discussion and many questions to the experts in each field, supplemented by information and advice from Ariel, given in her soft, low voice that seemed to come from all sides of the room at once. When it eventually ended and they were filing out of the room, Miranda noticed that hers was not the only chair with a large wet patch. They had agreed that Sebastian would pilot the ship-to-surface shuttle on a series of flights through the lower atmosphere to build up their knowledge of the planet before they attempted a first landing on its surface. Miranda and Cordelia would be passengers on the first overflight, taking a closer look at the planet's atmosphere and life forms. Finally, Perdita had announced the result of their competition to name their potential new home. There was a clear winner, voted for by almost everybody. The planet would be known to them as Avalon. Author's note This story is the first of a possible new series. Like my earlier Valerie series, each story would be self-contained but would also form part of a sequence. Feedback welcome. If you think the idea is worth continuing with, suggestions for future plot lines would be much appreciated. What awaits them on the planet's surface?
  8. Goldenstorm

    A lot of omorashi in one anime

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    Hi everyone, this is a compilation of various omorashi scenes, all from the same anime. DESCRIPTION: This is from a common anime, not a hentai. On it a girl (the main character of this cartoon) is always trying to make the good girl (who thinks she is her best friend) pees her panties in front of everyone, but there is no mater how hard she tries, the situations always turns against her, beeing the one who always finish wetting herself. CAUTION: This is a common anime, but the charactes are children, I hope it is not against the rules, and I expect it doesn´t offend anyone.

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  9. MoistMark

    A beach fantasy

    Here is one of my favourite fantasies. Nothing original but a lovely daydream when I am feeling the urge to wee. Apologies to the ladies, but this is a male fantasy. I am with a group of friends on the beach. We are all young and attractive and a mix of men and women. It is quite hot but pleasant. We play around – a bit of frisbee, a bit of horseplay – and relax in the soft sand, drinking and eating ice creams. As the afternoon wears on, a lazy, soporific mood descends on the party. The women have their bikinis on. One has a high leg bikini bottom, and another a white bikini that stretches tightly between her legs and has no gusset or seam, so that when she sits with her legs slightly apart I am conscious that there is just a single thickness of material between her labia and my gaze. She is reading and occasionally looking up to say something to one of our companions. At one point our eyes meet, and she knows she has my attention. After a while she begins to squirm uncomfortably a little, but she cannot be bothered to move. This goes on until her breathing is quite ragged and she seems to be having some difficulty concentrating on her book. Then she languidly puts it down, scoops a hole in the sand between her thighs and lies back, eyes closed, knees bent, legs on either side of the hole. As I watch, a small wet dot appears on the white expanse of material between her legs. She doesn’t seem to notice and just dozes. After a few more moments, the dot becomes a small circle, but she still doesn’t react. Then I hear a sharp intake of breath and there is almost a spurt, which sends some drops into the sand, but she just as quickly stops it. She props herself up on her elbows and looks me straight in the eyes, smiles at me, then truly lets go. The wee runs between her legs into the sand, spreads across the front of her bikini and starts to soak her bum. The naughty smile on her face says that she is thoroughly aware that everyone is staring at her and she is loving it. The pee continues for a surprisingly long time, trickling into the hole she had made. When she has finished, she lets out a long sigh of contentment and watches as her wee soaks away into the sand. Then she scoops the sand back into the hole to bury all signs of her recent activity, leans back again and puts the book over her face to snooze. ****************************************************************** In an extension to that fantasy, or as an alternative, this sometimes happens…. The tide is a long way out, and we have settled at the top of the beach where the sand is dry and some lines of dunes mark the end of the beach, giving shelter from the wind and affording us some privacy. After a long time while everyone just dozes or reads, Jeff suddenly announces, “I’m just going to find a bush.” This provokes some hilarity around his chances of finding a bush on a beach, but he says, “You know what I mean. A dune or something.” Andy says that he thinks he will too, and as they stand up to go, Pete decides it was time he went as well, so all three head off over the dune behind our ‘spot’. Karen, the girl in the high leg bikini, rolls over onto her tummy, her halter top displaying an alluring cleavage, and she clambers to her feet, the top not restricting the natural swing of her breasts as she moves. As she follows the guys, her firm, peach-shaped buttocks are outlined seductively by the yellow bikini bottom. By the time she tops the dune and starts down the other side, the guys are already standing in a line, hidden in the dip between the dunes, their swimsuits pulled to one side as they ‘water the sand’. When Karen appears, Andy looks startled and tries to hide his cock, but just gets pee on his hand. Jeff obviously decides he has nothing to hide and stands proudly, making side to side movements with his pee. Karen plants herself opposite them, feet apart, and turns her face up to the sun, eyes closed as if in worship, arms raised with her hands behind her head, and shakes her long, auburn hair down her back. Her breasts sway from side to side, the halter top doing nothing to hide her protuberant nipples. Then she starts to wee. It gushes past and through the narrow band of material that covers her front and between her thighs. It runs down her legs and forms a thin trickle in the middle. The wetness turns the material almost transparent, showing the dark patch where her hair was left unshaven. She opens her eyes and looks frankly at the boys, enjoying the look on their faces. When she has done, she turns on one foot away from them, and bends down to scratch a heel as if it had an itch, affording them a view of her perfect bum and the now wet bikini, stretched tight over her pussy to give an almost perfect cameltoe peeking between her thighs. All too soon, she straightens up and starts to return. As she passes the boys, who still look astounded, she notices approvingly the swollen penises still in their hands and smiles mischievously, then walks off down to the sea to rinse her legs and bikini in the water. ------------------------- What are your favourite daydreams?
  10. wolferine

    bunny girl (omo ver)

    i do comms like this for 20 USD 🙂

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  11. wolferine

    bunny girl (non-omo ver)

    i do comms like this for 20 USD :-)

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  12. Drying

    Castlage

    So, I posted this on some other board the other day and now I think I have never seen it on here, so this may be new to some. The URL is http://castlage.com/ It's a website made by a guy named tyao, and it contains a lot of very good Flash videos and images that are definitely relevant. Don't be scared by all the Japanese text. Just click everything. Most of it is good. These are the most interesting: http://castlage.com/01/02gallery.html (videos; also contains bios on the recurring characters) http://castlage.com/01/03illustration000.html (illustrations) http://castlage.com/01/03memorial00001.html (illustrations from when the girls were young) http://castlage.com/01/12serviceshot.html (service shots; again illustrations) Note that for the illustrations, you have to click the links on the pages for making various images appear. Just a little warning: there is some (very tame) pooping content. EDIT: Fixed links that were butchered by forum software.
  13. From the TV documentary "Above us only sky". These are just some pretty low resolution screen caps, but looks like she had a little accident ...or maybe she and Lennon played funny little games 😀
  14. Okay, so I decided tonight, that I would wet for the first time ever. Nervous as hell, I asked my friends Antifairy, LedinWind and Linkx if they were up for a skype holding competition. They all seemed alright with it, so we began our voice call. I began already needing a pee, so I was scared about how long i'd last. 2 glasses of Cola down, and i was already occasionally holding myself. By the end of my 3rd glass, I relocated myself to the bathroom to make sure that I didn't wet myself on the couch. By now, my bladder was bulging out from my stomach, and I felt really uncomfortable. The others teasing me over skype didn't really help, and by now, Dizzy had joined our competition. I pressed on my abdomen, desperation beginning to rise in my bladder. 4th glass, and I was shifting uncomfortable on my chair, rubbing my stomach and pussy. The pressure was becoming unbelieveable, and it was all I could do to not lose it all. I was breathing hard. By the time I had my 5th glass down, I stood up in the bathtub and started pacing around, grabbing myself frequently and moaning quietly to myself. The pressure built up like nothing else, and I was rubbing my pussy infrequently and squeezing my thighs together. Then Loki came into the bathroom to see what I was doing. "Are you about to wet?" he looked at me with a comical expression on his face. I knew that things would only go from bad to worse. He grabbed me by the wrists and said, "Stop moving babe... You know you wanna let it out." I felt my muscles flailing, and a spurt escaped , dampening my underwear. "N-no..." I whispered, "I'll lose it hun." "You're going to anyway." he smiled, "And anyway, it's only fair babe... You did this to me. Now, stand up." I cringed, and tried to straighten up, and as I did, another spurt escaped. "No, I'm gonna lose it!" I whispered hurriedly. "Straighten. Up." he laughed to himself. As I did, the most amazing thing happened. Warm, clear pee began to run between my legs and swirl towards the drain. It ran over my thighs and my butt, warm and wonderful. I have never felt anything like that before, but I would love to do it again. And here is my proof <3 My bulging bladder ./////. view from the front .////. view from the back .///////. view from underneath >//////< my wet underwear >///////< I hope you all like my pics, tho I apologise for the bad quality .///.
  15. This happened a few months back. I regularly fly Bristol to Edinburgh . It's always the last flight of the night and often full of drunken hen/stag parties. Edinburgh is a cool place to go out i guess. This particular evening, the flight was delayed by a good three hours (nothing unusual there). That meant a whole plane load of people sat with not much to do but drink at the bar. I admit, I had more than usual. A good 7 pints. And my seal was well and truly broken. I was peeing every 30-35 minutes. Nor was I alone in this. A hen party, typical in it's loudness and pink tee shirts were keeping a constant stream up of increasingly drunk women to the bar and to the toilets. Eventually though they called our flight. Everyone cheered and headed to the gate. My normal habit at this point is for one last trip to the loo. I know they call it typically 30-45 minutes before you even get on the plane. It might be 60-90 minutes before you can go again. I didn't think of that this time. I had gone to the loo only 15 min before so was convinced I was ok. As we stood around the departure gate the first thing I noticed was that our plane hadn't even landed from its previous flight. In fact it could be seen out the window on final approach. The second thing was the lack of a toilet. Which i knew about but somehow forgot. 7 Pints. At first it wasn't a problem but I could defiantly feel the need. A steady growing in pressure. Not too fussed i thought, I'm a big boy, I can handle this. By the time the previous flight had departed and the plane had been turned around I was at the dancing stage. A very slow shuffle, not quite holding myself but not far off. Around me were people in a similar plight. Especially the Hen party. There was about 12 of them in total, most in jeans and the hen shirts. They were a bit ahead of me in the mass of people but several of them could be heard complaining loudly. The wait, the lack off loos, the lack of a bar, the lack of loos, the slowness of the stewardesses, the lack of loos etc. Despite my own desperate and growing need, I was getting interested. A bit of dancing and a particularly attractive 30 something blond holding herself over her jeans gyrating on the spot. Finally the doors opened though and we spilled out into the night to board. The cold night. Hit me like a rock and I could tell several others were the same. We piled onto the plane, the stewardesses herding us to our seats as fast as they could. I was near the front and in the row ahead of the hen party. Including the desperate blond. As we settled in I was more desperate than ever. The seat next to me was free (I was on the isle) so I was able to grab and hold myself without being too obvious but I was truly desperate. Thoughts of a fateful festival wetting were dancing in my head. I was sure I was about to humiliate myself. As we taxied and the stewardess was delivering the safety demonstration I was locked into a thousand yard state and slow deep breaths trying not to go. I did see her notice my situation and I'm sure I got a sympathetic smile. Behind me I could hear the blonds friends whispering encouragement and telling her to keep holding. We took off, the bumpy runway doing nothing for my need. Got to cruise height. The stewardesses were up preparing the service now. I was simply staring at the seat-belt sign as if willpower alone would make it go out. Then it happened. The ding rang though the cabin as it went out. Behind me I could hear the blond gasp in relief but she was too slow. I was up and moving before she even had her belt off. It wasn't without cost. I was stating to leak a bit now. In-between the waves of pressure, every slight easing causing a dribble. My pants were going to be wet, but my jeans still felt dry. I hobbled, looking like some desperate toddler, right to the front. The sympathetic stewardess saw me coming and stood aside as i practically jumped into the single toilet in the fwd end of the cabin. I could hear and see the blond groan in displeasure as I shut the door in her face. As I was facing the door and away from the toilet I simply pulled my jeans and pants down, sat and burst. God, did it feel good. Even I I peed I was checking my pants. The groin area was wet but not saturated. When I finally finished (to the sound of the blond knocking none stop) i quickly dried my crotch area of my leaks and pulled up my cloths. A quick check confirmed my jeans were dry. A few seconds to wash my hands and flush. Even as I unlocked the door it was practically ripped out of my hands. I shuffled out and the blond shuffled in. There it was. A dark wet patch around her crotch and, as she pushed past me, her bum. And it was growing. Streaks down her legs to he knees before the door slammed shut. After a few seconds her moan of release was heard over the distinct sound of a bladder in full release. Embarrassed, I looked at the stewardess who shrugged at me. I guess she sees all sorts in that job. I felt sorry for the poor woman but I was just glad I hadn't wet myself on a crowded plane. I made it back to my seat (several of the blonds friends glaring at me for stealing the loo first). When she returned a few moments later the blond was clearly mortified. It looks like she hadn't actually made it at all. The wet streaks were to mid calf and her entire ass was soaked. Most likely she simply sat on the loo and peed in her jeans. She was followed to her seat by a few mutters and comments but it was her friends that were the worst. Several laughed at her even as they were jumping up desperately to go themselves. The one sat beside her commented loud enough for several to hear that she shouldn't drink if she couldn't handle it. To the blonds credit, she countered with something along the lines of, "not my first time, probably not my last. And given her friends track record for accidents, was she expecting to make the end of the hen weekend dry" that did shut her and her friends up. I was glad of that at least as I couldn't help but feel a little responsible for her wet state. Even, as I absolutely. Loved. Every. Second. Off it.
  16. bes31

    female The Piss Tax

    This is going to be an ongoing story, I don't know how common the chapters are going to be, but if you enjoyed if, please feel free to comment compliments, critiques or suggestions about the story. The arc is still up in the air so I would love to hear some thoughts on how the story should go with the characters. Chapter 1: Katie Lewis-Daniels adjusted the tight white blouse that had been trapping her for the last few hours. Never-ending discomfort was the name of her life, sitting on a stiff office chair, feeling her tights that she was wearing under her mini-dress were grinding upwards. If only she could simply stand and leave the dreadful square of space that was her cubicle, but she had not reason to. If she was not working, she was not earning credits, and lord knew, Katie Lewis-Daniels needed credits. The woman frivilously typed into the large, multi-faceted computer that stood at her desk. Her thighs were agnoizingly sore, a product of sitting at the chair for nearly ten hours at this point. Her company, a far-too-large financial law-firm always had paperwork that needed to be done, typed up, and sent to another place so they can give it to a secretary to pain-stakingly do. Any time she would near the end of her pile, her section leader, a handsome, but devilish man named Mr. Brooks would walk over, attempt a few words of small-talk with the woman and then hand her another pile of manila folders. Only when Mr. Brooks back was turnt did she collapse onto the folders, throwing a sort of fit. Never-ending, Katie couldn't even remember the last time she participated in work, or sleep. Anything else seemed pointless and unnecessary to her right now, her credits were lower than ever, since her useless College degree was taking money out of the account any chance they could, and suddenly, credits had become a much more needed amenity. She finished another manila folder, placing it on the complete part of her desk, maybe if she worked very slowly, Mr. Brooks would never plop more folders onto her, showing how endless this job actually was. She continued to work, though, as that was pointless, and a waste of time. Besides, she knew how she was paid, every time a folder was completed, a file was entered or any sign of work being done, Katie would hear a ring from her phone, showing that five more credits had been added to her account. She had better use them, though, as College was still needing 100,000 of those. 100,000 divided by 5 credites, Katie thought to herself. 20,000, a file takes around 3 minutes, that 60,000 minutes, which is 1,000 hours of work just to pay off her College, and then, Kate had to pay for rent, amenities, public services, her private life. Well, she thought, she couldn't stop now. Though she had been working for 10 hours, the windows outside were showcasing her city in a bright yellow, hue, as if it was day. That was a window trick, it was actually 8:00 at night, and if she were to ponder outside, she would see barely anything from the darkness. The windows were meant to trick people into not realizing time passing, not to beg to leave when it's 4:00. That didn't matter, no one didn't want to work, and instead just wanted to keep pushing through files, getting five credits. A sudden rememberance by Katie led her to looking through her phone, she opened the app and saw the amount of credites to her name: Katie Helmstein Lewis-Daniels: 12,310 Credits. Knowing the College, she would never see 90% of those credits, and the remaining amount was not enough to justify not working, even if the times were becoming an amazingly late, everyone worked overtime because there was no reason not to work when you could make five credits by filling out a manila folder. Of course there are side-effects to this, such as Katie's body feeling sore needs of working for ten hour stretches. Her stomach was empty, which was okay as she tried to keep her slim waist, her throat was ratched with thirst, her mistake, forgetting the water bottle at home, her legs were cramped, which was understandable, even when she had to stand she was in high heels, and her bladder was full, which was a common problem. None of these problems really mattered to Katie, as she could handle discomfort better than most. The doors to the office swung open, meaning either somebody left or somebody came in. The work was not dificult, but it was busywork, and therefore it was normally dead silent inside the halls of the Secretaries. For this reason, Katie was able to observe things such as changes in temperature or doors swinging open better. This also allowed her to realize what was coming next, her favorite part of her day (sarcasm), the Interns. She wished she didn't have to deal with interns and instead simply deal with her paperwork alone, but she was an intern once, and she learned her ways from another annoyed worker, so it was unfair to not allow the same deal of experience to the next crop of workers. Besides, she had reached a miracle, all of her files were finished, and Mr. Brooks had yet to pour some on her desk. Katie turned and looked towards her intern, of which she could spot easily out of a crowd. The intern was named Mahoe Kokoa, but she went by Missy Kokoa. From her last name, Katie immediately could tell her Hawaiian descent, and her looks did not fail those expectations. Missy had luscious olive skin, long curly hair, and large eyes and lips, not demeaning to the fact that Missy was very pretty, actually extraordinarily pretty. Now, a lot of her prettiness came from the fact that she did not fear to show it off, she wore mini-skirts almost every day, ones that were not even close to company policy, when Katie asked her about it, she claimed that it was all she packed for the eight weeks, while stretching a pair down. I doubt she cared about company policy, but more about just how many stares Missy would get, her body was fully shown off in the small mini-skirts and her dress-blouses and blazer that she wore. Missy would normally walk in with a stride, clicking and clacking on her high heels, but today was different, her shoulders were hanged down, her eyes facing the ground and her legs were slightly curved inwards. "Evenin' Missy." Katie greeted, every intern was assigned one worker, and for the eight weeks of the internship program they meet three times a day, one in the morning, one at lunch and one at closing. While not doing that, the interns are carted away to work on their own projects. She remembered the eight week program, and how tired and exhausted she was at the end. "Hey." Missy responded without her normal charisma. "Do you have any work to do?" "No, I just finished, you can leave if you want." "No, I got to stay until you leave." "That might be a while." "Okay." Her voice rang with a Hawaiian accent, sounding sweet on the ears. Katie could tell something was wrong, easily, and stared at Missy, searching for a clue. "What's wrong, Missy?" "Oh, nothing." But Katie had figured out the problem, something about how Missy's legs refused to be still, her bent over posture. Yeah, Missy had to pee, an understandble problem, in light of current events. You see, the year was 2021, and America had found itself in one Hell of a drough the last few years. Now, the world is not in jeopardy, but certain cogs of society are made a little harder, like paying for water even from the tap, the almost complete removal of high-pressure showers, and one other thing. The Piss tax. The real name was the Plumbing tax, stating that to use public or private amenities, you must enter a small fee, usually five credits to be let inside the restroom. Five credits was not a lot of money (credits and the old US dollars are almost completely equal in value), but the cost was still detrimental to many people and their bathroom habits. Scenarios like Missy are possible, a girl left with zero way of accessing a restroom because of the Piss Tax. Poor girl, Katie thought to herself, she could have been holding all day with no access. Katie was tempted to ask her if she had been able to use the amenities, but refused out of social gesture, she wasn't going to put her in the spotlight. Instead she was silent, watching as Missy grabbed a nearby stool and sat next to Katie, she was quivering in her high heels, holding down her crotch. Right at the moment where Katie finally could relax, though, Mr. Brooks came out of the room with a stack of folders and a trajectory right towards Katie. She gulped and warned Missy. "Here comes some more. Half and half, alright?" "Yeah, sure." She muttered. As expected, Mr. Brooks came over. "Got some more." He grinned through his teeth, a tad creepy but overall normal charm. "Only thing I love in this world." "Hello, Missy!" "Hello." "Well, this is probably going to be the last stack of the night, so don't waste too much time." "You got it, boss." "Good." Katie observes the stack , it is smaller than most, and the want to get home is nice, so the pair begin working on them side-by-side. Katie focuses on the files, but her mind is truly on Missy, it is no secret that she is absolutely bursting, her legs kicking out, riding up her mini-skirt, her hands holding down her crotch, she can even see small bits of liquid forming on the edge of the stool. And yet, Katie does nothing for the poor girl, waiting for her to beg. She considers this a business lesson, no one is going to help you, you must help yourself, and know that if she simply asked Katie for five credits so she doesn't burst, she would be happy to. There is also something mesmerizing about the process, about the desperation that has Katie hooked. Five minutes into the new stack, Missy starts making small moans, her legs completely dancing around in absurd fashion. At this point, Katie realizes its time to make mention. "If you're going to piss, please do it on the toilet and not on my desk." "S...Sorry Ms. Lewis-Daniels." And she continues working, though her posture stiffens to stop any weakness from coming out. Small portions of Missy's desperation are hitting onto Katie's own full bladder, she doesn't show it, as she has had the experience to reject that urge until the last possible moment, and never look like Missy, losing control like that. It reminds her that a piss would feel good at this moment, but she could wait for hours upon hours, a product of working many long days just like this one. "Tell me, Missy. Why are you so desperate?" "I... I.... I drank a lot during lunch, I'm sorry Ms." "Okay, well, when you finished with your last file, I'll take you to the restrooms." A key that she remembered from her own 8-weeks, they don't tell the interns where the restrooms actually are. Katie had a moment almost exactly like Missy's, where she was dancing up and down the cubicle, dying to know where the restrooms were and expell the liquid built up in her. It was easy for Katie to sympathetize with Missy, a sympathy that some of the recruits never receive. When Missy made the file complete, she stood up on a limb. Her legs were crossed in a strong manner, showcasing just how close Missy was from losing control. From a good angle, you could see the crossed legs reveal a small portion of the white panties underneath her mini-skirt, as Katie could from sitting down. It took a bit longer for Katie, she hadn't stood in 11 hours, and her legs were weak as she gave weight behind them, but after a few seconds she got to her feet and began to walk. "Follow me." She said to Missy, who briskly walked behind her, holding herself at every turn. "So, when was the last time you peed." "I... Last night, I believe. I used up all of my allotted credits." "Foolish error." "Yeah..." Missy stopped for a second, and gave her body a tense squeeze. "So you still haven't got any credits?" "I... Oh, no." Missy became worried, tears welling up in her eyes. As she spoke, the reached the large bathroom. "Ms. Lewis-Daniels, I'm really sorry, but can I please... please... please use your credits. I swear it won't happen again." "Trade Secret, dear." Katie spoke in a teacherly manner. "Don't be afraid to ask people for common courtesies." Katie pulled out her card and walked towards the door. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Missy spoke loud enough the rest of the office could hear her. "No problem." She swiped the card and the door swung open. Missy hobbled inside, and the door shut behind her. At this point, Katie finally had time to think about her own full bladder. It was certainly annoying and it certainly made its will known, she had her legs crossed, and she could see the bulge sticking out of her slim body. But, on the other hand, she just paid for another to pee, and she didn't have all the money in the world. Maybe she could wait till tomorrow morning, and with that in mind, she grabbed her purse from her desk and walked out the front door, her bladder giving a strong scream of pain as it was refused relief. As she walked out of the building, she glared over to the alley, where she spotted two interns, female, both in long work dresses and white blouses squatting in the alley. Though they were in the end, urine was rising all the way to the front of the alley, and she could hear the silent chatters of relief from the girl. Good for them, Katie thought, they just saved five credits. Katie hopped into her car and began her nightly journey home.
  17. I found this gem of a video today off one of the channels on VK. I'm not sure how long BroncosChick has been making videos for or how fresh they are, but you can tell she is definitely into it as is her boyfriend(husband?) behind the camera who breathes heavier and heavier as the video progresses. WARNING: contains some nudity broncos chick.mp4 Enjoy!
  18. fullbladder

    Reddit Writing Prompts

    Something a little different here- I posted a couple of stories on Reddit's Writing Prompts. Admittedly, the first link is a topic I started myself then posted as a different user. The second link was an awesome pee theme submitted by another user, but unfortunately only I posted :( Would love to see some of this community writing over there too (and sharing interesting writing prompts on here- just a thought).
  19. Rainyday

    Aquarius

    Version 0.105

    14,090 downloads

    Self-made fantasy-genre desperation/omorashi RPG, following on in the style of Wetters Taiken and HareAme. Includes: Custom-drawn pictures, desperation, wetting and peeing systems, in-battle desperation, two chapters of story and gameplay, and a whole lot of dialogue. More details, discussion and error fixing in the main thread: http://omorashi.org/...-game-aquarius/ I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it so far. **Note: Save files can be transferred between different versions of the game unless otherwise specified. It's recommended to keep your version up-to-date to avoid errors. **IMPORTANT: For the game to work you need to first install xp_rtp104e provided.

    Free

  20. Bulge_Lover

    Alexandra the Pee Robot

    Author's Note: We're in the future, everyone. Virtual reality is happening. We're growing viable human organs and actual edible meat in tanks. We can 3D print anything imaginable. However, one aspect of the future that seems to be stagnating is robotics. Even the most advanced robots we have today stumble around like drunks and can only perform very basic functions. Beyond this, there is no source of energy that can keep them up long enough to be useful members of society. When robotics does reach the point of true functionality, I can guarantee that one of the first fully-operational robots available to the general public will be a sexbot. It's just how humanity works. Sex drives everything forwards. At best, it will be an artificially intelligent woman that simply feigns consent. At worst, a robotic meganymphomaniac that has nothing resembling intelligence, artificial or otherwise. As a feminist, the idea of sex dolls and sexbots has been a long contested issue for me and people like me. On one hand, such products cater to men who believe that women should behave as objects, silent bodies that are there for sexual pleasure and nothing more. Having things like this available may hurt society by making men like this feel accepted and content with their disgusting ideals, rather than being forced to learn how to be better. On the other hand, who can say that any of these men are capable of being better? After childhood, it's nearly impossible for someone to change the way they feel about an entire group of people. It's 2018 and we somehow still have racists and homophobes and misogynists and transphobes. Is it not better to have a nonliving object take the brunt of their abuse rather than the real women who they would approach otherwise? It's an incredible ethical dilemma, and something that's fascinated me for years. It's not only about consent, however. Would a homosexual person, unable to come out of the closet due to cultural or familial pressure, be able to find comfort in a robotic companion? Would a man who takes care of his elderly parents and has no time for a relationship be in the wrong for wanting such a thing? It's so interesting to imagine a future like that, and I've only recently thought about incorporating these thoughts into a story. This story is very plot and background heavy. It might not have as much desperation as some of you might like. I do know that many of you appreciate a good story though, and I certainly loved writing it. Enjoy. ******************** Chapter One: The Order ******************** Alexandra Li sat down in the chair in the center of her empty office. She yawned and stretched her arms wide, turning her neck in a circle. Her shoulder-length black hair tickled her biceps as she stretched, and she gave them a rub to ease the annoying itch. She reached into her shirt pocket and withdrew a small device, similar to a pair of glasses but with very wide, curved lenses and two metallic discs attached half way down the earpieces. She slid her rose-pink Ether Eye over her hair and settled the neural sensors against her temples. Three seconds later, she was in. The year is 2084. Life is better than it's ever been. In the year 2055, the United States of America suffered its second Civil War. Society was on the verge of collapse, the unchanging government allowing the country to burn in poverty, sickness, and hatred. Nobody knew how it started, nobody knew how it was organized, but in the years leading up to the war, the oppressed of the nation finally banded together to do what they had to do to secure their future. The poor, the women, the black, the Hispanic, the homosexuals, the transgendered, everyone that the government hated armed themselves and took the fight to the nation's capitals, fulfilling the very purpose that the Second Amendment was created for. Three hundred thousand people died before the President fell and the nation's surviving leaders fled for their lives. The military eventually refused to continue firing on the people it was meant to protect. Politicians were replaced with scientists and professors, the most intelligent and logical men and women alive, and they worked tirelessly to design a society that would never suffer. Contact was cut with every country that refused to meet a basic moral standard. The United States, over ten hard years, developed into the world's first fully self-sustained country. Nobody wanted for anything. While most could get what they wanted in real life, there were many who could only find true satisfaction in the Ether. Over the past sixty years, the population of the United States never stopped growing. There was barely any untouched land left, only protected national parks and small forests that had been regrown since the nation's new leadership put the environment above greed. For someone who wanted to experience the unknown, for the person who truly wanted to live for themselves, there was only the Ether. A Virtual Reality program, only perfected in the year 2078. It took five years for the world of the Ether to be created. You see, no single person developed the Ether. It was built as an empty void where thought is given form, born from the minds of everyone who connected to it. As all things designed by the general public, it was nothing but chaos in the beginning. However, its creator continued to add and edit parameters until it became an entire, functioning solar system that could fulfill the dreams of anyone who loaded into it. And I'm selling god damn sex bots. Alexandra sighed as her avatar sat up in bed. She glanced around her bedroom and immediately noticed two problems. “Jess, why the hell do I have red hair again, and where did my bra go?” A female voice shouted out from the next room; “You only subscribed to the hair customization pack for a month, remember? It ran out. And a customer wanted to see how his bot's breasts would look in a push-up and I didn't want to waste the money on buying one when I could just take it off your avatar. Why do you wear a bra in here anyway? Just like...imagine them more perky and less...nipply. And even if you do wear it, why the hell do you sleep in it?” “I prefer feeling like my real self and you don't feel discomfort in here, so why bother taking it off? Also, please stay away from my tits while I'm Earthed, thank you very much,” Alexandra grumbled as she walked into the main of the shop. Jess stood there poking around the naked body of a black woman, squinting as the limbs were subtly enlarged or shrunk at her touch. “Did you make the sale?” “Aye,” Jess answered. “Just a simple Version Three. The twenty thousand is already in your account and the bot should be printing at the warehouse right now.” Alexandra flexed her lips. “Haven't sold a V3 in months. You couldn't talk him into the five? It's only three thousand more.” Jess blew a raspberry and shook her head. “Jerk specifically requested the V3 because 'it doesn't talk.' He just wants something that moves around to stick it in.” “Luckily that kind of shit is getting rarer and rarer,” Alex said with a disappointed grimace. “Why do you do this?” Jess asked loudly. “I know how important women's rights are to you, so why create and sell these?” “It's honestly just about the money. There's dozens of companies that make bots, but I'm the one and only woman in the business. I use my own experience, my own sexuality, my own soul, so to speak, to make them the most realistic that exist. The men who buy from me usually at least want the illusion of intelligent thought in their bots, that's why it hurts when they want the old ones. I should really just stop selling them, but we still have about a dozen V3 chips left over. Might as well get some cash out of them.” “Makes sense to me,” Jess mumbled. “I have to say, opening your shop in the Ether was a brilliant idea. People can see perfected mock-ups of what their bot would look, act, and sound like, and they can request any modifications in person. You can't be robbed, or scammed... It's seriously smart.” “I'm just surprised I found someone willing to work in an Ether store,” Alex laughed. “Most of the time when people are in here, they want to fly around the system, or get into fights, or do anything other than work, really.” “Hey, you're paying me real money, so fuck it,” Jess yawned. “Here's your bra, by the way.” She summoned the pink, cotton garment with a flick of her wrist and tossed it towards Alexandra. She caught it, thanked Jess, and pulled up her pajama shirt. Jess looked towards Alex as she reached to clasp it behind her back. “C'mon, boss, just equip it. Why do you have to do everything manually?” “It's hard to explain, Jess,” Alex sighed. “It's like I feel less connected to the Ether if I take advantage of its mechanics too much. By binding my actions to reality, it feels...bigger.” She exhaled as she finished settling her breasts in the cups of the bra. “Do you get what I mean?” “I don't agree with it, but I do get it,” Jess said as she shrunk the digital bot in front of her to the size of a Barbie doll, seemingly satisfied with its appearance. She set it on the counter with the rest of the display bots and stood up. “You should get dressed properly, we open in five minutes.” “Yeah, yeah,” Alex droned. She stepped back into her room and tossed her pajama shirt and shorts and opened the drawer next to her bed. She withdrew a purple long-sleeved tee and a pair of black jeans, as well as a pair of purple microfiber brief panties. She got dressed quickly before opening her avatar menu and repurchasing the hair customization pack, this time permanently, and setting her hair to her usual black ponytail. “Just bought the hair pack permanently. So much for the money from the V3. Worth it, though. The one thing the Ether lacks is ordinary hair dye.” “Why the shit did you select red hair in the first place if you don’t like it?” Jess chortled as Alexandra stepped back into the showroom. “Hey, I was a teenager when I got in here originally, I thought it made me interesting. And I seem to remember that your avatar was a man when I first met you, so you’re one to talk.” Jess nodded and grinned. “Yeah, I hadn’t quite figured everything out yet. At least I get to live as myself in here, until I build up the guts to get SRS. As much as I want to feel like a true woman, it’s scary.” “You are a true woman, Jess,” Alexandra encouraged her. “Never forget that. Not your fault that the biological 3D printer goes fucky now and again. Take all the time you need, but you should go for it soon.” “I will. I don’t want-” Beep! The two women jumped slightly and turned to the door as the first customer of the day walked in the very second the store opened. One thing about the Ether is that anyone could be anywhere at any time if they so wished it. The man was fairly ordinary looking, he had a slender build with short brown hair, and he was wearing dark grey slacks and a collared shirt. Either this guy doesn’t have much money, or he chooses to look normal like I do. Alexandra gave him a wave. “Hello! Welcome to True Intimacy Robotics. My name is Alexandra and this is Jess. What can we help you with today?” The man coughed slightly into his fist, despite there being no need for such a thing in the Ether. He stood in a slight slouch, and nervousness was written all over his face. “Uhm, hi there. I… Uh…” “There’s no need to be nervous,” Alexandra spoke up. “I know it seems like weird business, but you’re completely anonymous here, and it’s not like you’re the first person we’ve sold to. Please relax and come have a look at what’s available.” The man nodded and grinned as his shoulders seemed to relax a bit. “I apologize. It’s just so strange, standing somewhere like this.” He eyed the rows of twelve-inch tall women that lined the walls of the store, still clearly embarrassed. “I’m pretty new to the Ether, so it still feels super real for me.” Jess giggled and leaned her head back. “Yeah I understand completely, I was here before it was even finished and it’s still crazy trippy sometimes.” The man sniffed and nodded again, finally approaching the counter. “I’ve heard you take custom requests here. I know other companies do as well, and being completely honest I’ve heard that your prices are up there...but the idea of having my bot created by women is really attractive to me. I feel like it would be more, I don’t know, real?” “We get that a lot,” Alexandra confirmed. “I promise you, every bot is designed in the utmost detail, modeled around my own body and modified to cater to every possible wish of the customer. You can choose her face, hair, skin color, bra size, labia style, even blemishes and other imperfections to make her seem more authentic.” The customer looked taken aback. “They’re modeled around your real body? Isn’t that weird for you?” Alexandra shook her head. “I’m very proud of my body, and I only want the best for my customers. I’ve even had numerous requests that the bot match me exactly, face, genitals, and all. Now THAT was weird at first, but I’m certainly used to it by now. Since I sell through the Ether, no customer ever has actual contact with me, so I never feel unsafe.” “I get it,” he said. “Honestly, you are incredibly beautiful, I can see why some people would want that…” he trailed off. “Would you?” Alexandra offered. He coughed again. “I mean - I uh, I wouldn’t…” “It’s alright if you do. Like I said, it’s happened many times before, and it saves me the trouble of designing a new body and A.I.” “Yeeeaahhhh, that’s the thing,” the man said, grimacing slightly. “My custom request doesn’t have much to do with the appearance of the bot. I’m wondering, do you cater to more...unique fetishes?” Alexandra nodded happily. “Indeed. Of course, we don’t offer any bots that resemble kids or teenagers, or any bots that can act violent with their owners, but we have A.I. programs ranging from dominatrixes, to submissives, to keyholders, and so on. What’s your poison?” The customer looked extremely uncomfortable. “I’ve never mentioned my kink to anyone before now, excuse me. I’m wondering if… if you can create a bot that can pee.” Alexandra scoffed. “Of course, that’s an easy one. Tons of people who want the most realistic experience possible request such things. She’ll use your toilet every two to three hours, varied, as long as you have her drink water. You can watch if that’s your thing, or have her pee on you, or whatever you want.” “Yeah no that’s not my thing,” he muttered. “I should have been more specific. What I want is a bot that can...you know, hold her pee. Like a real woman can. Where a bladder fills and she begins to squirm and moan, and her belly bulges out when she’s full. I want a bot that can become authentically desperate to pee, that can wet herself when she reaches her ‘limit.’ I want it to look, feel, and sound as real as it possibly can.” Alexandra blinked. Jess was still standing behind the counter, her mouth held slightly open. “Well... “ Alexandra started. “That’s definitely a unique request. I’m aware such a fetish exists, but I’ve never even considered installing such a system in a bot before. It’s totally possible, but I would have to design an entirely new skeleton with new internals, as well as code her from scratch. You’re looking at a very expensive bot here, and it would take a long time to design and build.” “Three million dollars,” the customer said loudly. “If you can produce a bot that meets my every wish, I’ll pay you three million. I don’t know if she’d be worth less than that, but you would be fulfilling a lifelong fantasy of mine and I’m glad to overpay to assure that you create the best bot that you can.” Alexandra went weak in the knees. If the Ether had been any more cartoony than it already was, her eyes would have transformed into dollar signs on the spot. “Done,” she blurted without a second thought. “We need to discuss the actual bot though. What do you want her to look like? Act like? Sound like?” “I’ve actually written down a list of parameters, assuming you’d take the job,” the customer stated, reaching into his shirt pocket and withdrawing a small envelope. “Like I said, I don’t care much about the way she looks. In fact, I’d rather enjoy being surprised when I come back to confirm the order before you print and ship. My one request is to not make her too short, please. About your height would be perfect. However, I very much care about her personality and behavior. You’ll find everything you should need in this letter.” Alexandra reached out and took it, staring at it inquisitively. “I’ve never had someone hand me an actual note in here,” she laughed. “I like it though. Let’s see here…” She flipped the envelope open and took out the paper within and began to read off the list. “Strong personality, she should have a mind of her own. She should have the ability to blend in with humans and to live her own life when I’m not around. When her bladder is full, she should exhibit pleasure and excitement, not fear or humiliation, unless she is in public. Her bladder capacity should be large but not unrealistic, and she should be able to improve her capacity over time, as if she’s training to hold more. When her bladder is very full, it should appear large and round from the outside, and it should feel hard as a watermelon. Water she drinks should enter the bladder at about the same rate it would in a live woman. She should behave just as a real woman would if she was on the verge of wetting herself. Examples include squirming, moaning, sweating (if possible,) flushed skin, minor leaking before she loses control, and so on. The bot, while interested in me sexually, should be unable to simulate love and should treat me as nothing more than a friend if seen by anyone aside from myself…” Alexandra trailed off. The customer was staring at her with a half-embarrassed, half-hopeful look on his face. “So...think it can be done in a way that’ll meet my standards?” Alexandra exhaled slowly and clenched the letter between her fingers. “Do you have any idea how complicated this would be? I’d be essentially building you a thinking, willful fuck buddy. I have no A.I. programs that can “live their own life,” that’s usually the exact opposite of what men want when they buy from me. I would have to start entirely from scratch.” “I’m not like those men. I have my reasons why I can’t seek out a live woman to engage with, but I don’t want someone who’ll just submit to me. I want this to be as real as it can possibly get. I want her to be a friend with benefits, who happens to share my biggest kink and enjoys it the same way that I do. Can you do it? Would you need more money?” Alexandra barked out a laugh. “Nah, I wouldn’t need any more money. It will take a long time though. Months, if not over a year.” “I understand,” the customer said. “I’m no robotic engineer but I do know how complicated it can be. Take the time you need. Just please keep me informed.” “Will do. So, we have a deal?” “Indeed we do,” the customer said with a wide grin. “I’ll email you my contact information if you need to ask me anything while I’m not in the Ether. Have a lovely day.” Alexandra smiled and nodded as she reached out to shake his hand. At that, he turned and strode out the front door before he vanished into thin air. After he was gone, the two women looked to each other, both visibly concerned and entirely stumped. “How the hell are we going to build this?” ************************* Chapter Two: Change of Plans ************************* [FOUR MONTHS LATER] “No, it’s too small,” Alexandra groaned as she watched the restrained stream of liquid spray from the bot’s urethra. “In all the research I’ve done, when women need to pee really badly, it looks like the spray from a garden hose. The opening needs to be more flexible.” “Isn't it literally identical to your real body? You must just have a tiny pee hole,” Jess complained as she shoved a hand between the robot’s legs to stop the flow. "I wasn't exactly thinking about the flow rate of piss when I printed the last batch of vulva," Alex sighed. "I'm gonna have to modify it a bit." "We'll sort it out later then," Jess mumbled. “And when are we gonna install some kind of valve in this thing so I don’t have to grope her whenever we need her to stop peeing?” “I actually have that scheduled for tomorrow,” Alex stated. “I was expecting it to take longer than this to get to the peeing mechanic, so I didn’t think too much about it.” “Well you saved a lot of time by deciding to go with your own body. You sure it’s a good move?” “Yeah,” Alex confirmed. “He seemed interested in the idea before the subject changed, and he said to surprise him. Doesn’t hurt that it saves time either, as you said.” “Have you started working on the A.I. yet?” Jess asked. “I have a feeling that’s gonna be the hardest part.” Alexandra sighed deeply. “Well I’ve copied most of the A.I. from another version of Robo-Me. I still need to program a very convincing illusion of free thought and all the pee stuff though. It’s not gonna be easy.” “I had a nutty idea last night,” Jess muttered. “He wants this to be authentic, and I don’t know if you’d be willing to do it, but…” “Come out with it,” Alex said, waving her right hand in a small circle. “Well, I had the idea that you should maybe drink a load of water and actually get super desperate to pee while you’re wearing your Ether Eye. It’ll record everything your body’s feeling while it’s on, and you might be able to modify that data into parameters that will work for the bot.” Alexandra opened her mouth, ready to shut down the idea due to the biological data collected by the Ether Eye being far too limited, but the sheer audacity of it gave her pause enough for her to notice the smallest bit of genius in it. “Wait… You mean monitor myself as my bladder fills to the point of me having an accident and then use the real experience to design the robot’s behavior through NatEd?” “What the hell’s NatEd?” Jess asked with a shrug. “Natural Education. It’s a sort of experimental A.I. editing software that allows A.I. to imitate what they see humans do. The problem is, humans do WAY too many things for any current processor to handle. However, if I modified the program to ONLY pick up my behavior for a few hours as I’m trying to hold my pee, it should have no problem collecting such limited data. I could repeat the data collection in a bunch of different scenarios and meld them so the bot never behaves the exact same way. It...it could work! It would save so much time and money! Fucking hell, Jess, you’re a genius!” Alexandra practically skipped around the table and grabbed Jess in a powerful hug. Their happiness was quickly interrupted as the robot immediately began spraying water on them the moment Jess released her grip. Cursing and wiping her face, Alexandra removed the one liter water bottle that they were using as a temporary bladder as they experimented with flow rate. Damp but still delighted, Jess set the bottle down and smiled widely at Jess. “We’ll really be able to do this. It shouldn’t take any more than two more months.” “That’s amazing,” Jess breathed. “We should-” Ring Ring. Ring Ring. Alexandra sighed and reached into her bra, withdrawing her Ether Eye. In the front lens, she saw the face of the customer who had ordered the bot in the first place. She tapped the ‘Answer’ icon and placed the Eye onto her head. A moment later, she was sitting in a leather chair in front of a brick fireplace, the customer sitting slightly to her left. “Sorry to call you so late at night, but I have some unfortunate news,” he said softly. Alexandra’s heart immediately sank into another dimension. God damn it. He won’t have the money. He got a better deal from a different company. He got his life together and decided this was a bad idea. What’s the excuse gonna be? “I just learned that I’m moving to San Francisco. The company I work for is opening a new office there and they want me to head it. The pay is...unbelievably superior to what I make now. I had to accept. I move there in one week.” Alexandra exhaled in relief. “So what? We can ship anywhere in the United States.” “Oh no,” the customer breathed. “You really didn’t hear? California outlawed the sale of synthetic companions just about two weeks ago. People who already own one can keep them, but any coming into the state will be confiscated and destroyed. I can’t risk all the money going to waste if I can’t get it smuggled in safely after I move here… I’m afraid I have to cancel the order. I’m so sorry.” Jess could hear the conversation as her own Ether Eye was set to pick up any interactions on Alexandra’s business channel. Her face fell into complete despair as she simultaneously felt the loss of one and a half million dollars and three months of hard work. Alexandra, however, remained unusually stoic. She was silent for a long while. “Alex, you there?” the customer asked. “Yeah,” she said loudly. “Listen, we’ve done some astounding work here. The bot is basically complete. We can have her fully functional in three days.” Jess opened her mouth silently, staring at the dismembered and useless mess of steel and SynthSkin that lay on the table in front of her. “Trust me,” Alexandra continued. “This is the closest I have ever come to replicating a real human woman. She moves naturally. She even has a simulated heartbeat and breathes like a real person. She’s more than capable of holding a conversation. You could drive right across state lines with her in the passenger seat and nobody would be any the wiser. I swear to you, she’ll pass until you have her in your new home.” “I don’t fucking know,” the customer moaned, frustration filling his voice. “I want this so badly, but I’m so worried!” “Listen to me,” Alex stated slowly and surely. “If the bot doesn’t get across state lines, I will not charge you a penny. That is how confident I am in my work. She will pass as a living, breathing human to anyone who doesn’t stick their arm down her throat. This is the most advanced bot I’ve built in my entire career. Please don’t make it go to someone who won’t fully appreciate it.” There was a long pause. “Alright,” the customer said. “I’m in. Have her at my house before I have to leave and we’ll see what happens from there. Don’t worry about showing her to me in the Ether. I trust you. Just get her to me.” He stood up and vanished, and Alexandra removed her Ether Eye to see Jess standing there with her eyes wide and her arms held out in the most obvious “What the FUCK” stance possible. “Alex, are you completely insane? The bot would never pass scanners, even if she was finished. And it would take us a month to even build the body, let alone program her. What on Earth are you trying to pull here?” “It’s three million dollars, Jess,” Alexandra mumbled. “You’re right. The bot will never make it across state lines. But I will.” Jess blinked and dropped her arms. “What?” “In four days, I’m going to deliver myself to the customer’s home. I will play the robot version of myself until you can finish building her body. I’ll program her in my Ether Eye on my own time whenever the customer isn’t around. When she’s complete, we’ll find some way to smuggle her in and switch me out with her. The cost of such a thing won’t even be a small fraction of three million dollars. One thing I said wasn’t a lie: This is the most advanced bot I’ve ever designed. She is my exact physical counterpart. She has the newest version of SynthSkin. She’ll have a self-lubricating and self-cleaning vagina. She’ll have body heat, she’ll have body hair, she’ll be able to sweat and cry. We can pull this off. I can pull this off.” “You are fucking insane,” Jess snapped. “Even pretending it’s possible to live as a bot for months, and completely ignoring the fact that the guy could beat you, or rape you, or even kill you, thinking you’re an unliving object... do you get how simply UNETHICAL it would be? What an obscene invasion of his privacy? Wait, that’s not even it. If he has sex with you, YOU would be raping HIM. He would not be consenting to real sex with a real woman. Come on, Alex, you can not do this!” Alexandra stood still, her brows furrowed. “Jess...it’s three million dollars. And it would all be gone if I don’t do this.” Jess looked absolutely flustered. Her eyes were wide in a combination of disbelief and panic, and she crossed her arms tightly. “We can’t,” she moaned. “Think about it. He’d want to have sex with you all the time. And this weird-ass fetish that he has… He’d never let you go to the bathroom. You’d be peeing yourself constantly. And it would be real pee, not just water like with the bot. You’d never pass.” “I can do it,” Alexandra insisted. “I never told you this, but working as an escort is how I originally earned the money to start my business. I’m no stranger to sex with random men. I’ve lived with clients before. This is no different. The pee stuff is going to be...strange, to say the least, but for three million I would do a lot worse. I can pass off the pee seeming very real with some scientific mumbo-jumbo that he won’t understand. And look on the bright side: The more I hold my pee, the more data I collect for the bot.” “You need to be wearing your Ether Eye to collect said data. How’s that gonna work with the guy staring at you?” “I can rig the Mindlink to operate without the eyepiece. It won’t be visible under my hair.” “Insane. This is…” Jess threw her arms up in the air in frustration. “You can’t be serious, Alex. If he figures it out, and he fucking will, it would end the business. You would get thrown in jail! You would literally be breaking into his home! The more I think about this, the worse it is!” Alexandra took a deep breath. “Jess, this is happening. The more time you waste arguing, the less time we have to work on the bot together before I have to go to the customer. Think about what one and a half million could do for you. Are you in or are you out?” Jess was nearly shivering from worry at this point. She stared between Alex and the unassembled parts on the table. “I don’t know if I can build this myself,” she mumbled. “I know the basics, but between the new skeleton and the urinary system...I don’t know.” “You’ll be alright, Jess,” Alex assured her. “I trust you, and I’ll be in the Ether every waking moment that the customer isn’t at home. He’s moving for some fancy job so he’ll probably be out all the time. I can design for you in the Ether, all you have to do is put together the parts when they’re printed. I’ll worry about organizing the smuggling operation when she’s complete. You just build, like you always have.” Jess was nearly crying due to pure stress at this point. She bit her bottom lip and paused for five seconds as Alex stared at her. “Fine. Fucking hell. Let’s do this.” ************************** Chapter Three: First Impressions ************************** Alexandra stepped off the train and wiped sweat off her brow as she held her legs together tightly. She withdrew her Ether Eye from between her breasts and slid it onto her head. A row of bright purple arrows instantly formed on the sidewalk in front of her, navigating her towards the customer’s home. Despite the unfathomable absurdity of what she was about to do, there wasn’t a shred of doubt in her mind. She fully understood how wrong it was, but she was throwing her morals aside for money. If I’m aware that I’m a terrible person, that makes it a bit less bad, right? She sighed and began to follow the trail. Damn, I gotta pee. That’s fine though, the customer will get a taste of my - the bot’s - potential right off the bat. I just hope I can make it there… It was a mile and a half walk to the customer’s home through crowded suburban streets. There was an unusual number of people out and about for such an area, and Alex attributed it to the opening of a new Ether Wars arena near the center of town. Everyone did seem to be moving in one direction. She paused a moment and squirmed, glancing around to make sure nobody was watching. Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee... Alexandra tried to pick up her pace, grimacing as her bladder bounced with each step. I’m gonna be feeling like this a lot in the coming weeks. I better get used to it fast. She walked on and on as her bladder continued to fill. The great discomfort evolved into true desperation as she stepped onto the customer’s street, and she still had half a mile to go. While people walked by on the larger street behind her, the road she was on was empty and she took a moment to hold herself under her loose knee-length purple skirt. Ah, fuck… She hadn’t even noticed, but she could feel that her red cotton panties were very slightly damp. I really don’t think I leaked. Is it just sweat? Absent choice, she just forced herself to continue on. She turned her attention to the houses that surrounded her as she walked. While there were small residences on the other road, this street was home to nothing short of mansions. Bright green lawns spread in every direction, each home modern and angular and clearly worth millions. This is definitely the right street. Finally, after five more minutes in her desperate hobble, the arrows in front of her eyes turned into a driveway a few meters ahead of her. She stowed her Ether Eye back in her bra so the customer wouldn’t see it. I gotta find a place to hide it in his home, fast. I’m sure he’s gonna want at my tits sooner rather than later. She turned into the driveway and exhaled as she saw the pure wealth that was at work here. Four cars, all the most expensive and exclusive available, sat in an open garage. Crowding the garage door were nearly a hundred boxes, and two self-driving moving trucks were parked on the left side of the driveway. At least I won’t have to help the guy pack very much, it seems. Not looking forward to lugging all that shit into the trucks though. Her thoughts drifted back to her distended bladder as she approached the door. No turning back now. Steeling her heart and clenching her legs, she reached out and knocked on the door. And then she waited. After thirty seconds, she knocked again. Growing impatient and ever more desperate, she clenched her fist, ready to pound on the wood, when she heard shuffling from inside. The doorknob rattled softly, and then it turned… The door opened inwards, revealing the very last thing that Alexandra would have imagined. A young and slender woman with her long, straight hair dyed a light shade of violet, wearing green pajamas with purple flowers all over them. What the fuck? Is this his sister or daughter or something? The fuck do I say?” “Oh my god,” the woman breathed, her eyes growing wide with pure excitement. “You’re… You’re here. You’re so beautiful. I expected you in like, a box or something, not just...standing here.” Without another word, she lunged forwards and wrapped her arms around Alexandra, hugging her as tightly as she could. Alex gasped and buckled at the knees as the woman’s belly pressed against her full bladder, but she returned the hug, more out of reflex than anything else. Alex was just stunned. “You’re a woman,” she blurted out. “I never-” Alex’s voice caught in her throat. I need to be careful. I know I’m supposed to be realistic, but I’m still a bot. “I wasn’t programmed for a woman. This is an unexpected variable.” The woman giggled excitedly, leaning her face on Alex’s breasts. Alex grimaced, worried that she would feel the Ether Eye in her bra, but luckily it seemed to be tucked in well enough. “Yeah, I couldn’t go in as my usual avatar for this, for obvious reasons. I just picked one of the default guys for maximum anonymity. Is this alright? Oh, please tell me this is alright?!” “It’s fine,” Alex exhaled. “As I said, this is unexpected, but I am equipped with a smart learning program that will get me up to speed quickly enough. Our first interactions should be no different than a woman having her first, erm, lesbian experience.” “That’s wonderful,” the customer said softly. She was still hugging Alex tightly. “I can’t believe you’re finally here. I’ve wanted this for so long. You’re...insanely realistic. You’re warm, and soft, and your skin…” She finally broke the hug, reaching up and touching Alex’s left cheek softly. “I can feel your breath on my arm… You really will pass as a human. I was so skeptical, but there’s no doubt about it now. You are magnificent.” Alex didn’t know what to say. She was still stunned at the revelation of the customer’s identity. “Will you tell me your name?” Alex asked, knowing that was the first thing her bots were supposed to request due to the fully anonymous nature of her ordering process. “Yeah, I’m Sophie,” she stated. “Sophie Henner.” Alexandra blinked. “Wait, of Henner Auto, who got self-driving cars on the streets before anyone else?” “Yeah, that was my mom,” Sophie laughed. “You know about all that?” Alexandra had been caught off guard, but recovered quickly. “I’m aware of many bits of common knowledge,” she said. “Helps me keep up in a conversation. I know a lot more than I could explain here and now. I want to ask though, you’re… Well, the heiress to the company. Why are you moving? Shouldn’t you stay at Henning’s headquarters in New York?” “Nah, we’re branching out. My mom in the east, me in the west. I’ll be heading the entire western division of the company, and- Wait, what are we still doing out here? Come on, come inside!” Sophie turned and walked back into her home, and Alexandra followed her slowly. Sophie caught Alex’s restrained movement, and her eyes went wide once more. “Hey, do you… Do you need to pee?” Here we go. Time to lay into the part. “Yeah, I’m bursting,” Alex said honestly. She squirmed in place as Sophie shut the door behind them. “I’ve been holding it for hours as I travelled here.” Alex watched as Sophie’s pale face reddened. “Oh wow this is moving so fast,” she chirped, looking Alex up and down as she wiggled her butt. I don’t know why I’m so embarrassed about this around a bot, but you’re just so realistic, I can’t help it!” “I understand,” Alex said. “My creator’s bots get that a lot. She truly is the best in the business, and I’m not even programmed to say that. I’m simply comparing her to all the data I have on other botmakers.” Alex was certainly proud of her work and she couldn’t help grandstanding when the opportunity arose. “Oh yeah, what should I call you?” Sophie asked suddenly. “I’m like, forgetting basic manners here,” she giggled. “Well, since I am fully modeled after my creator, my designated name is Alexandra, just like her. You may name me whatever you wish though, if that does not please you.” “Alex is great!” Sophie quipped. “Uhm, come here, have a seat with me on the couch. Let’s get to like, know each other I guess?” Alex eyed the large couch as she continued to squirm where she stood. “Sophie, I really need to pee,” Alex moaned. “I can’t promise that I won’t wet your couch.” It was the absolute truth. “Oh you’re so beautiful,” Sophie howled as she fell onto the couch and crossed her legs. “I never could have imagined this. Don’t worry, Alex. Please sit with me.” Alex folded her arms and nodded. She approached the couch and sat gingerly next to Sophie. The young woman immediately wrapped an arm around Alex’s shoulder and leaned into her. “I’m so glad to have you.” “May I ask you something personal?” Alex asked, hoping that she wasn’t pushing it too far too early. “Of course,” Sophie agreed. “Why a bot? It’s 2084. Nobody has anything against homosexuality anymore. You could-” “I wish that was true,” Sophie interrupted. “It’s my grandfather. He’s from before the war, and even in these new times, he’s never changed. He still has official ownership of the company, and even though my mom runs everything, if he found out what I am he could take everything from me. He’s very old now though, it won’t be long before he’s gone and I can be who I am openly. For a few years though, I need to keep my sexuality a secret. That’s why I have you. My best friend in public. My lover in secret.” “I understand,” Alex said. Holy shit, this is so sad. What am I doing? She needs to fight, not hide. “Forget all of that though,” Sophie said, nuzzling her hair into Alex’s neck. “Just be here with me. Right now.” Alex stiffened involuntarily as Sophie placed her right hand on Alex’s thigh. Both women went quiet as Sophie ran her fingers down Alex’s legs, gripping the end of her skirt and pulling it up slowly. Alex exhaled deeply as her panties were exposed, and Sophie began making a strange, constant whine. “I can’t believe I’m feeling this. I’ve wanted nothing more than to touch a woman for so long. I know it’s not real, but fuck me if it isn’t close.” “Your future is real,” Alex said. “Think about the real woman you’ll be with soon enough. I’m here for you now, for your physical needs. You can do anything you want with me.” Sophie’s hand was shaking as she slowly reached between Alexandra’s legs. Her hand inched closer and closer, and then for the first time in her life, Alex felt a woman’s light touch caress her vulva through her damp panties. “You’re already wet,” Sophie breathed. “Is that… Is it pee, or…?” “I’m honestly not sure,” Alexandra said breathily. “I’m programmed to experience sex as realistically as possible, so there are sensations that I’m not able to fully categorize.” “That definitely is realistic,” Sophie laughed as she kept stroking Alex. “When I’m desperate, and horny, and touching myself, there’s so many different things I’m feeling. All of it at once though, it’s just so much, but it’s so good.” Sophie paused for a moment. “I’m wondering, when you talk, can you sound like, just a little bit more human? Like, stop talking about programming and whatnot?” Alex mentally kicked herself. I need to get my shit together. I’m trying to sound like a bot because that’s what I’m supposed to be, but this bot is supposed to be indistinguishable from a human. Alexandra gripped Sophie’s hand and smiled at her. “Yeah, I can act human as hell. Just getting a feel for how you want me to behave. Within a day I’ll be perfect.” “Excellent,” Sophie said. She broke the hand hold and quickly made a grab for Alex’s chest. Alex reflexively yelped and leaned sideways quickly, causing Sophie to jump. “What’s wrong?” Sophie asked loudly, clearly concerned. “Sorry,” Alex muttered. “There is one thing, and sorry for the robot talk, but it’s important. Since I was only completed last night, my power cell is still charging all of my systems. It’s located in my chest and any...manipulation of my breasts might cause, er, connection issues.” God I’m glad this chick is in the auto business and not robotics, this is absolute nonsense. “Everything will be sorted by tomorrow morning, but for now, please stay between my legs. I don’t want to cause you any issues.” I gotta hide my Eye, and fast. Sophie frowned but nodded. “Fine by me. I’m most interested in this right now, anyway…” Sophie’s hand slid down under Alex’s breasts and rested on her belly. Unsure what to expect, Alex leaned back and watched as Sophie began to push in gently. The intensity of such a soft touch caught Alex completely by surprise. She gasped and twisted her legs together, folding forwards and crossing her arms to protect herself. “Ohhh what a reaction!” Sophie squealed in delight. “How does it feel?” “Like I’m about to wet myself,” Alex moaned. “There’s so much pressure!” “Lean back and let me touch you,” Sophie said. “And I want you to keep holding it, alright? No peeing yet.” Alexandra knew that she had to be a good bot and follow Sophie’s orders. She moaned again as she sat back in the couch and exposed her bladder to Sophie’s prodding. The violet-haired woman’s touch was so soft, but every light brush sent pulses of desperation across her whole body. Her legs shook and her face felt sweaty, and she writhed and squirmed as Sophie began to push a little harder. “Your bladder is so solid,” Sophie whispered. She gripped the hem of Alex’s shirt and raised it up. “And visible too. You must have a pretty good capacity.” Alex looked down. Sure enough, her belly was protruding slightly, the skin taut and flushed. Wow, I’ve never seen that before. That’s actually pretty neat... She opened her legs slightly and looked to Sophie. “I hope I can satisfy your desires,” Alex purred. “I’m all yours.” Sophie grinned wide and kept playing with Alexandra’s bladder. After a minute, Alex noticed Sophie’s free hand drifting between her legs and sliding into her pajama pants. “I can pleasure you, if you want,” Alex offered. “No,” Sophie breathed. “Just stay right there and let me touch you. I just want to explore your body for now.” Alex nodded and leaned her head back, breathing deeply as she fought to contain all the water she’d drank that day. As Sophie kept playing with her, she continued to fill up. Time passed, nearly half an hour in silence as Sophie just felt Alex all over, running her hand across her belly and around her thighs and between her legs. Despite her stress about the situation, it was impossible for Alex to avoid growing somewhat aroused. She felt her labia growing slick as Sophie brushed her clit, and her body continued to burn hotter. She began to moan with every breath, and Sophie certainly took notice. “Do you like this?” she asked. “Does it feel good?” “Yes,” Alex gasped. She couldn’t find words for much else. “Even though I’m a girl?” Alex nodded, her body wiggling against the couch as the sensations kept growing in intensity. “Yeah, this...this is fine,” she purred. Almost subconsciously, she began grinding herself against Sophie’s hand. At this, Sophie grew more energetic, focusing her attention on Alexandra’s clit. She flicked her thumb over it again and again, the cotton wet and slippery from Alex’s sex. Alex moaned louder, the pressure in her bladder enhancing every feeling tenfold as the pleasure began to build in her core. Sophie began to moan as well, and Alex could see that she was pleasuring herself just as well. “Don’t stop, keep going, just like this,” Alex pleaded. Sophie happily obliged. It went on for about another minute and Alex felt her muscles contracting, her toes curling in her sneakers. Her legs began to shake harder and her fists clenched at her sides as she came so close to an incredibly powerful orgasm, and then… “OOOOOHHHH!” Sophie cried, her legs folding up and her face pushing hard into Alex’s shoulder. Her hand left Alex’s clit and fell limp at the side of the couch as Sophie reached her own orgasm. She thrashed about on the couch for a moment before she sat up, breathing heavily and with a smile of pure ecstasy plastered across her face. Alex was absolutely frantic. “Hey, you-” She bit her lip hard. Fucking hell, bots don’t need to cum. I’m here for her pleasure, not mine. I can’t beg and I can’t finish on my own. God damn it… Alex crossed her legs again and sat up as well, her privates burning with desire and the pleasure built within her stuck just short of the finish line. She knew she had to say something, but she couldn’t even think straight. “Did...did you have fun?” she panted, trying not to groan as the sensations began to fade. “That was the best I’ve ever had,” Sophie squeaked. She was clearly spent, laying limp beside Alex with her limbs loose and splayed. “You?” “It was amazing,” Alex lied, trying not to let her immense disappointment come out in her voice. “You really-” It hit Alex all at once. Now that her body was her own again, her need to pee flooded her mind instantly, causing her to shout out loud and shove her hands between her legs. “Holy shit I need to pee, I need to pee right now, it’s gonna come out, can I pee?” “Of course not,” Sophie stated. “I want to see how much you can hold right off the bat. You’re not to pee until you can’t wait another second.” “I’m so desperate,” Alex complained. “I’ve been holding it all day, please, I need to pee so badly!” “I can’t wait to see your capacity,” Sophie said. She groaned as she got unsteadily to her feet. “For now, come with me. I wanna get you dressed in something else.” Alexandra had no choice. She sat up and forced herself to stand, gasping and moaning with every movement. As she found her balance, her need seemed to somehow increase. Her bladder was bearing down on her, and she bit into her hand to stifle a scream as she fought as hard as she could to stay dry. Sophie took Alex’s free hand and guided her through the living room. The house was very nearly empty, only the necessities of furniture left. The couch, a large television, one chair, and a coffee table. The hallways of the large house were empty, but even if they were fully decorated, Alex would have noticed none of it in her desperation. She blindly followed Sophie to the back of the house where they entered the master bedroom. A massive bed that seemed far beyond a king size was the sole object in the room. Sophie released Alex’s hand and glided over to a closet, which when opened looked to be the same size as Alex’s entire apartment. Just like every other room in the house, it was empty aside from a very small number of outfits. “Here, put this on,” Sophie said, pulling a light blue nightgown from the closet and tossing it to Alex. Alexandra stared at the thin, smooth garment. It seemed to be made of fine silk, floral patterns embroidered along the neckline. Sophie just stood there, staring at her. What the fuck am I gonna do? I can’t take my bra off because of the Eye, but she’s gonna make me. Fuck, I gotta pee so bad I can’t think straight, I gotta come up with something, come on, Alex… “I’m waiting,” Sophie said bluntly. “I’m shy,” Alex blurted out. It was the only thing that came to her. Sophie giggled and crossed her arms. “You serious? Come on, just change.” “As you know, I was programmed for a man. Men like it when women act shy at first. I’m trying to overcome said programming, but I seem unable to. It might take a bit of time for me to adjust to this situation. Would you turn around?” Sophie sighed. “Fine, fine. Just please stop with the robot talk, it’s a turn off.” Sophie spun on her heel and stared into the closet. Alexandra immediately began to look around in a panic. There were no bookshelves, no vases, no drawers, absolutely nowhere that she could hide the Eye. Maybe I can stick it in my panties? Fuck, no, she’s gonna have a go at me again soon for sure and I would pee on it anyway. Throw it under the bed? That would make noise. Fuck, fuck, fffuuuuucccck! And then she saw it. The window next to Sophie’s massive bed was wide open. They were on the first floor and the ground outside the window was grassed. Alex stuffed her hand down her bra and grabbed the Eye, aimed as best she could, and hurled the device out the window. It made no sound as it landed in the grass. I gotta get it the instant I have a moment alone and find a safe place, but that has to do for now. The problem solved for now, Alex pulled off her shirt and bra with one hand and threw them aside, then slid her skirt and panties down her legs. She was about to put on the nightgown, then paused. She dropped the nightgown and looked at the woman in front of her. “Hey Sophie. You can turn around.” Sophie did so and immediately covered her mouth with her hands when she saw Alexandra’s fully naked body. “I thought you were shy,” she squeaked. “I’m over it. My mind moves fast,” Alex said. Sophie approached her and hugged her again, their breasts pressing together and Sophie’s breath hot on Alex’s neck. “You are so beautiful. I can’t say it enough.” “You are too,” Alex responded. It was certainly the truth. Sophie was gorgeous. Alex looked into the woman’s green eyes, and then they kissed. It went on and on, their tongues meeting and their hands feeling each other’s bodies. Alex was lost in it, every other thought forgotten, and then… Psssht! Alex shrieked and broke the hug, gripping herself tightly as the large spurt of pee splashed against the hardwood floor. Sophie gasped and stepped back, staring between Alex’s legs as another two drops of pee joined the rest. “Stop!” Sophie barked. “You can hold it, I know you can!” “Nooooo,” Alex moaned, her butt wiggling as she clenched for all she was worth. “I’ve never been with a desperate girl before,” Sophie pleaded. “I don’t want it to end yet. I know you have limits, but fight it, please, for me.” Alexandra’s bladder throbbed and demanded release, the pressure pulsing all around her body and pounding against her womanhood from the inside. She was nearly crying in desperation, but she forced herself to straighten up and remove her hands. “I’ll...I’ll wait as long as I can,” she panted. “I don’t have much time left, I’ve never had to pee this badly in my life.” Alex cursed inwardly at her accidental hinting of a “life.” Sophie didn’t seem to notice nor care however. She stepped forwards and picked up the nightgown, placing it back in Alex’s hands. “Put it on. And put your underwear back on as well. Peeing is always hotter when the girl’s got clothes on.” Alex didn’t argue. She slid the nightgown over her head and let it fall into place, and then she reached for her panties. The moment she tried to bend however, she was struck with another powerful wave of desperation. “I uh, I can’t bend,” she whined. “If I do, I’ll pee.” Sophie smiled and stepped even closer. “Let me help you, then.” Sophie got to her knees and grabbed Alex’s panties, then held them open on the floor. Alex gingerly stepped in and let Sophie slide them up her legs, but she stopped short and just stared at Alex’s privates. Alex flushed red as Sophie took a finger and ran it along her labia. “You have a really nice vulva,” she whispered. Alex could feel Sophie’s breath against her lips. “Mine is more, like, out there. You’ll see soon enough.” “I can’t wait,” Alex said. It was true. Alex had never even considered a relationship with a woman. It never crossed her mind. She had been straight as an arrow her whole life. But after what happened on the couch, the arrow had turned to rubber. She was desperate for more. Sophie withdrew her finger and finished sliding Alex’s panties into place. The damp crotch had grown chilly just in the short time they were off of her body, and the sensation just made her need to pee even worse. “You look so good,” Sophie said as she stood up. “So uhm… Do you wanna see the rest of the house? There’s not much to see though.” “I just wanna pee,” Alex moaned. “Yeah, I know,” Sophie laughed. “Wanna take a walk around the garden?” Alex’s mind flew to the Ether Eye just laying out there. “Nuhh- No. Can we just get in bed and cuddle?” Sophie frowned slightly. “I mean, I’d love to, but I don’t know if I want you peeing in my bed. I know it’s just water, but it would take ages to dry and we have to move it tomorrow.” She looked between Alex and the bed. “You know what, fuck it. I’ll buy a new bed when we get to the new house. Saves us the trouble of lugging this huge thing. It’s getting old too.” Sophie took a running step towards the bed and leaped into it, bouncing twice before she came to a stop. She pulled the blanket and sheets down and patted the mattress beside her. Alex approached slowly and sat down on the edge of the bed. It felt like a cloud. She moaned in appreciation as she slid one leg in, and then the other, and then the women were laying side-by-side. Sophie wasted no time; she wrapped her arms around Alex and hugged her tight. Alex groaned and squirmed, the lake inside of her swelling into a tsunami at Sophie’s grasp. “I need to explain something to you,” Alex breathed. “It’s important, but…” “Robot talk?” “Robot talk.” Sophie sighed. “Just say what you gotta say. The sooner I learn everything, the sooner you can stop talking about it.” “When I pee, you’re gonna notice that it will seem very real. It will have a scent, it will be a shade of yellow. This is due to a system that my creator developed especially for me. My body is home to small tanks of ultracompressed chemicals that are released and mixed with the water in my bladder in trace quantities every time I pee. It perfectly emulates human urine and should be sanitized as such. She thought you might appreciate such realism.” “She was right,” Sophie whispered into Alex’s shoulder. “The realer the better. But like, do I need to replace these tanks, and how often if so?” “Only once a year,” Alex said. “My creator is still working on maximizing their capacity and minimizing their weight. She’ll send you a lifetime supply when she perfects them. It should be long before the ones in me now run dry.” I’m glad I came up with this on the way over here. It’s definitely possible, chemically and mechanically speaking. I need to create the plans in the Ether as soon as possible and get them to Jess. She’s gonna have her work cut out for her. “So now that you know this, are you still alright with me doing it in your bed?” “Yeah,” Sophie yawned. “Like I said, I’ll just get a new one. I do have a question though. Do I need to like...charge you?” Alex couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of it. “No,” she snorted. “High-end bots have been solar-powered for nearly a decade. Just make sure I get a few hours of sun now and again and I’ll be fine. Beyond this, my power cell is extremely efficient. I can operate for weeks without sun.” “Amazing,” Sophie said. “Your creator is a true master of her craft.” “Yeah, she is,” Alex quipped, trying not to look too proud of herself. Alex wasn’t lying about anything relating to the bot. She knew they would be switched out soon. She couldn’t say things that the bot couldn’t keep to in the future. She was just that good. “So, how are you holding up?” Sophie asked. “I’m just so full,” Alex groaned. “My bladder is so solid. I wasn’t aware this could happen. It’s all so new for me.” “Well duh, you were literally born yesterday,” Sophie laughed. “Hey, you’re the one who wants me to skip the robot talk.” “Touché,” Sophie muttered. “I’m not programmed for French.” “Stooop,” Sophie squealed, playfully slapping Alex’s arm. “Now I know you’re just messing with me.” Alex didn’t respond. She just laid there, breathing heavily as she fought her body’s incredible desire to relieve itself. The shaking of her legs was vibrating the whole mattress, but Sophie didn’t seem to mind. The woman was just staring at Alex’s face, her eyes wide and starry. She was clearly completely infatuated with her bot. “You’re so much more than I thought you would be,” she whispered lovingly. Alex remained silent. She felt Sophie’s hand on her thigh, and very slowly it drifted towards her womanhood again. Alex longed for the touch, but she lightly gripped Sophie’s wrist. “Again? So soon?” “Yyyeeeaahh,” Sophie purred. “Listen, it’s not that I don’t want you to touch me, because I really, really do, but if you start playing with me again I seriously won’t be able to hold it. I’m right at the edge here. I honestly don’t know how the bed is still dry.” “It’s alright,” Sophie breathed. “Just hold on as hard as you can...I want to see you pee, but I want to know that you’re at your very limit.” Alex nodded and released Sophie’s wrist. Alex expected the light touch from before. She was very wrong. Without the slightest bit of warning, Alex felt Sophie pull her panties aside and slide her middle finger knuckle-deep into her vagina. Alex yelped and twisted her legs around Sophie’s hand, but she felt that finger working back and forth, rubbing hard against her g-spot as Sophie’s palm grinded her clit. Alex cried out loud and crossed her arms tightly, squirming around like a snake in the bed as she tried as hard as she could to lock up her bursting bladder. “Do me,” Sophie demanded, grasping at Alex’s arms with her free hand. “Huuuhhh?” Alex whined, her brain practically in another dimension. “Come on, get me off,” Sophie continued. “I know you’re not meant for women but just stick two fingers in me and fuckin’ go at it, come on, do your job!” Alex, despite her unfathomably frantic state, had no choice but to oblige. She unknotted her arms and felt around Sophie’s body until she found the hem of her pajama pants. She nervously pressed in on Sophie’s skin, her fingers sliding under the cotton. She didn’t feel any panties, and as she kept reaching further and further down, she finally felt it. The slick, bumpy skin, burning hot and as wet as any ocean. She reached past Sophie’s clit, feeling her way down the labia until the tip of her pointer finger found the young woman’s opening. Alex took a deep breath, and then she pushed in with her pointer and middle finger, letting them enter Sophie as far as they would go. “That’s it,” Sophie purred. “Just...just do what I’m doing. Keep a steady rhythm, don’t speed up, don’t slow down...just do as I do.” Alex followed Sophie’s words to the letter. The women lay side by side, pleasuring each other and getting lost in the intensity of it. Alex’s bladder was absolutely critical. Every motion that Sophie made caused a shockwave across her body. She tried to fold her legs every which way, but with Sophie’s hand in her, nothing helped at all. She felt the pressure building as they went on, an endless, swelling, agonizing, magnificent feeling that reached every part of her body. Alex felt it, the pleasure in the pain. Against all logic, her abhorrently full bladder was growing into an orgasmic source of energy within her. She felt her body reaching the point of no return, the point where she would release all her pent-up pleasure as well as every drop of pee that was contained inside of her. A moment later, she felt Sophie begin to tense up and shake, and Alex knew what that meant. Sophie was going to reach orgasm first and leave Alex in the dust. Alex couldn’t deal with it. She was too desperate to get off, she just had to. Her reasonable mind was so far gone that it came out before she could even dream of stopping herself. “SOPHIE, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU STOP AGAIN BEFORE I CUM I WILL FUCKING STRANGLE YOU!” Sophie made a funny “myee” sound, then shrieked out loud. Not in surprise, not in anger, but in excitement. Alex’s hyperbolic threat seemed to just turn her on even more, and she leaned hard into Alex’s crotch, increasing the intensity of her busy fingers. It was happening. Alexandra felt everything inside of her reach its peak, the heat, the pleasure, the pain, everything swirled together into a burning star of sexual energy, and not ten seconds later, that star erupted into a supernova. The orgasm was like every one that Alex had ever experienced in the past combined into one. It was so far beyond any pleasure Alex had felt before, shattering her mind and throwing her body into hysterics. Sophie reached her own at that moment as well, wrapping her arms around Alex as the two women cascaded through time and space. Alex returned the grasp, and the two of them experienced their pleasure breast-to-breast, their hot breath meeting in the air between them. Alex was so overstimulated that a new sensation couldn’t even reach her brain. The sensation of burning pee exploding out of her spent body. She felt it on her thigh before she realized what was happening, but Sophie caught on quickly. She grabbed the blanket covering them and hurled it off the bed, her gaze focusing in between Alex’s legs as the pee cascaded in every direction, her still-crossed legs redirecting the flow every which way. It splattered across the bed, all over Alex’s legs and stomach, and all over Sophie’s bottom half as well. As feeling returned to Alex’s body, the relief began to register and she moaned out loud in pure ecstasy as she felt the incredible pressure going down and down. Sophie was frozen solid, absolutely transfixed on the display in front of her. The bed under Alex was growing so hot and wet as the mattress absorbed the insane quantity of pee, and Alex would have been lying if she said the feeling of laying in it was a bad one. The warmth was wonderful. Alex had no idea how much time was passing as she continued emptying herself in the bed. She soon heard liquid splattering on the hardwood floor, the surface of the bed unable to absorb it all fast enough. It just thundered on and on, seemingly endless. Alas, it had to come to a stop at some point, and eventually it did. Her flow slowed at a steady rate, and after ten more seconds, it finally ceased completely. “Wow,” Sophie said simply. “Was it everything you dreamed of?” Alex asked softly. “Yeah,” Sophie confirmed. “It was incredible. I really hope the bot can rival it.” Alexandra opened her mouth to respond, but her breath caught in her throat and she released a confused, terrified “Whaaaa?” Sophie rolled onto her back and released an extended, girlish laugh. “Holy shit, Alex, you must have thought I was such an idiot. ‘Touching my tits could cause connection issues, I’m shy, finish getting me off or I’ll strangle you.’ I knew you were the real you this entire time, but even if I didn't, I hope I would have figured it out by now.” Alex began to shake. She was completely stunned. Her eyes flitted to the window beside the bed, and she was contemplating diving straight out of it. “How- How could-” “You never disconnected from our last call, you maniac,” Sophie explained. “I took off my Eye but neither one of us actually ended the chat. I heard your entire plan. Jess is a smart woman by the way. Whatever you’re paying her, you should crank it up a bit.” “Why did you let this happen? If you knew...why would you-” “Honestly, I just wanted to mess with you,” Sophie explained with another giggle. “And...I figured even one experience with a real woman would be worth more than any bot. Go home. Finish working on the bot. With my wealth and your brains, we can come up with a way to get it into California. If she’s even one percent as amazing as you are, she’ll be able to hold me off just fine until my mother takes over the company and I can come out of the closet.” Alex covered her face with her hands. “You’re not disgusted with me? That I would lie my way into your house, into your bed?” “I know what three million dollars would mean to you and Jess,” Sophie said. “People have done a lot worse for a lot less money. I’m no paragon of morality either. Everyone does bad things for their own reasons. I got to experience sex with a real live woman, so I have nothing to complain about. Just make that bot damn good. I want more of this.” “You called me a maniac,” Alex muttered. “Want to hear something even crazier than what I’ve already done?” “What?” “Why don’t I stay? We can just be friends who happen to enjoy each other’s bodies in private. Nobody would ever find out. I’ll come with you to California just like I originally planned. Jess will construct the bot as I design her in the Ether. When it’s ready, I’ll go home and you can remember me with the bot until you find your freedom. Even then...you can give me a call, because to tell you the truth, I want more of this as well and I feel like I always will.” The two women laid side by side in silence for a long time. The pee-soaked mattress was beginning to cool, and Alexandra shivered slightly. “Yeah, alright,” Sophie finally said with a deep sigh. “Fuck it. I'm kind of into you." TO BE CONTINUED
  21. Hi everyone! As you already know, @k_nor won the second Kozmo-Lotto! Their request was to hold at the movies. I did so, and I unfortunately...er...did not make it through the whole movie. Oops. Anyway, here's how that day went. I was spending a weekend at a friends house when this happened. I knew what movie I wanted to see (I was planning to see one that weekend anyway), the movie being Ouija: Origin of Evil. I made an excuse to my friends, saying I needed to run some errands and I'd be back. Before leaving said friends place, I grabbed one of those new weird green cokes to go (Coca Cola Life or something) and set off on my way home. When I got back to my place, which was empty, I threw my now empty can away and made a cup of tea to sip at while I picked out my outfit. All the winner specified was tight jeans, so I went with my tightest pair which is pretty light blue in color, and decided on my Walking Dead T-Shirt, which is black with the shows logo on the front, and hugs me pretty well. I guess now that I'm getting into outfit its time for the OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE! Believe it or not, my hair is just flat out not black anymore, a very recent dye-job puts it at a dark red, but at the time it was still a brown akin to how it was last time I told a story (I delayed writing this a bit lol.) in other news my skin is still pretty pale, I'm still in the 5'5-5'9 area (probably closer to the former) and still between like 100-110 ish in pounds. I am a tiny girl, this is in no way healthy. In addition to what I wore above, I threw on a beanie and a Deadman Wonderland wristband and painted my nails black to match the aesthetic that was forming...I returned to my 16 year old punk girl self for a day (I'm 21 now) and wore a tight black belt with a silver butterfly buckle on the front. If you care about underwear for any reason, I had a matching sleek set of black/red bra and panties. I'm a color synergy kind of person, through and through. By the time I had finished this outfit and put it all on, I had 2 cups of tea. I was starting to feel myself fill, which meant by the time I arrived for the film, I'd be kind of antsy. No doubt that's the way it was intended to be though. ~ I grabbed a bottle of water out of my fridge and set out. The drive to the theater was interesting. I knew I wasn't THAT full yet as I headed there, even as I was downing water with the intention of it being gone by the time I got there. It was due to the fact that not only was my seatbelt tight on me, the belt of my also tight pants had a grip to it too. It was like I had locked my lower body in a vice grip. By the time I pulled into the parking lot I had a bouncy knee that I was trying to ignore, the general feeling of constriction causing regular pangs of need. That was actually what had me inclined to pull my old hoodie out of the back and take it with me...Just in case I had to tie it around my waist in an emergency (Spoiler alert: It ends up being used in exactly that way. Foresight, people!) So I got in, and you can buy your tickets at the concession stand, so I went up there and got my ticket and favorite combo, with a twist. In addition to my ticket for Ouija, I got my standard Hotdog & Nacho combo, but I did what I actually always do...Upsized the drink! See, I go to the theaters a LOT, and when you upsize your drink to the highest size, it comes in a big collector cup with a figure/topper for whatever the big film is this time of year. I actually have a collection of these...So far I have batman and his cup (BVS) Iron Man and his cup (Civil War), all 4 ninja turtles and their respective cups, the starship enterprise cup...You get the idea. This time, I was very excited to see a Doctor Strange cup topped with a figure of the man himself to add to my collection. I was there for a bit though, things were running slow, so by the time he actually got around to filling the damn thing I was standing there, legs slightly crossed with my nails impatiently tapping back and forth on the counter. I KNOW the guy could feel my eyes drilling holes into him, and seeing and hearing him fill up the cup that EASILY holds more than a liter that I knew would be inside me soon filled my lower body with a nervous sense of urgency that was really hard to ignore, but I had to remember I was here for Omo-Org! No going to the bathroom here, no exceptions. Eventually I had my food and drink, and proceeded to the theater itself. I picked a seat that was fairly secluded away from mobs of people, and chipped away at my nachos and had a few sips of my massive rootbeer before the movie began. Neat trailers, good stuff, yadda ya. I gotta say that movie by Jordon Peele, Get Out, looks like its gonna be damn spooky, can't wait to see it. So the movie starts, its a very exorcisty movie, I'm not going to give too many spoilers, just know that Doris is the creepiest horror movie little girl I've ever seen. It felt like the pressure in my bladder was growing with the tension and arc of the movie itself, constantly washing down my food with way too much rootbeer was not helping that at all. By the time the frights and scares were in full swing, I was sitting in my seat, legs crossed and squeezing together while my hands dug their nails into my armrests. I think I was even rocking a little, I had to GO. I don't do number stages, just know I was at that spot where you've gone from holding reliably but very uncomfortably to uncertainty about your composure and ability to hold on. This is really hard to describe, how the two tensions are so different but one and the same, and feed off eachother. DESPERATELY needing to pee, and that feeling you get in the latter half of a horror movie where you can't relax while watching. You can't untense, you can't let your guard down, everything is running at a terrifying high and you can't even afford to blink or a scare could have you screaming, your heart won't stop beating because you know whats coming, the adrenaline pumping through you. You know what I'm trying to say? For me, those two things fed off eachother like a wildfire. The most tense and anxious I got, the worse I needed to pee, and vice versa. It didn't help that having my conscience split between two veeery pressing things was making both things very difficult. I dribbled a couple times throughout the film, but my first substantial leak came, for those who have seen it, after that fateful discussion that is followed by them walking downstairs, only to hear Doris running around the house somewhere. The footsteps and the thing that happened immediately after cause my breath to flat out stop. The focus slipping from my bladder, I almost didn't notice the sudden spreading of warmth in my underwear. I shot my hand between my legs, squeezed my legs together, and had a brief moment of panic while I clamped down. I wasn't intending to lose it there in the theater; best case scenario I was hoping to get out of the building and close to my car (technically friends car I borrowed) before I lost it. I felt between my legs and knew I was pretty wet between the legs, but the darkness of the theater made it so I couldn't see it. Fate had other plans in store for me, however. I let my guard down, likely due to being a trembling, sweaty, desperate and shaking mess trying not to piss myself in a movie theater, but letting my guard down is my fault nonetheless. For I sat there, hands between my legs as I frantically rocked, hoping it would end, when one of the movies bits caught me off guard. For who expects for a character to close a door, only for a little girl with white eyes to be on the ceiling like a spider directly above them? If you've seen this film, you know the scene. I SCREAMED, my hands shot to my face and my legs locked together, and I horribly lost control of my bladder and started peeing my pants in an instant. The second I felt my floodgates burst and the warm wetness VIOLENTLY spreading all over my ass and underneath me I lurched forward, shuddering a ton as I shoved my hands between my legs again to grip myself for dear life, swearing under my breath and verbally commanding myself to stop, to stop peeing, as I pressed down as hard as I could, but with the pressure my bladder was under combined with the feeling of relief, my body was having none of it. I couldn't shut the gates, no matter how many times I threw one leg over the other, shook, shuddered, moaned under my breath trying to stop it, the feeling of my hands and my lower body soaking, and still continually being drenched, was far too much. My seat was squishy and saturated, and I could hear it soaking all the way through the chair and pouring onto the floor. By the time I was done I thought I had created a new ocean. I stood up as subtly as I could, tied my sweater around my waist and sat in the next chair over until the movie was over. I started to feel an extreme guilt. I didn't mean to wet myself here, and I'm one of the biggest advocates of not having other people deal with the consequences of your fetish activities. I cannot begin to describe the guilt I felt. I pulled myself together though, and reminded myself that I did not intend for this to happen here. This was an accident, in multiple meanings of the word. I decided the least I could do is tell the worker...but not THAT part. I poured some of my rootbeer I had left on the seat, and some into the puddle I had left on the floor. With the cup I had, a mess of this magnitude would be likely. There was a dude with a bin and a mop waiting for people to leave the theater, and it was time to put my cuteness into action! I sheepishly approached him with a shy vibe and the exchange went something like.. "Hey...um...excuse me..." "Hm?" "I..u-uhm...spilled my drink where I was sitting...and I made a bit of a mess..." it was at this point I gestured to my gigantic Doctor Strange cup I was holding. "Oh don't worry about it! Stuff happens you know? Its my job, don't worry I'll take care of it, have a nice night!" He seemed kind of blushy and non-eyecontacty. Mission accomplished. Being cute gets you out of trouble.~ My hoodie took care of my backside, though I knew my upper thighs and crotch area were dark so I dangled my purse in front of me down there, and walked out as unassumingly as I possibly could, and took a long way around the parking lot to the car. I don't know if anyone looked at me or in my direction, I was purposefully avoiding looking at people so they didn't feel inclined to look back at me. I laid out the towel I had brought with me across the seat for obvious reasons, and drove back home to change, gather some things, before heading back to my friends place (picked up some whiskey and stuff on the way, because all night drunk movie marathon!) And so, another Kozmo-Lotto Contract was fulfilled. I hope you all enjoyed my story! MAKE SURE TO LIKE SHARE AND SUBSCRIBE AND FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER @KZUMUFOX-- Kidding, this isn't youtube LOL! But as always, please leave feedback if you have it. I like to know how well I'm contributing to the community, and if there's things either in my writing or my actions that result in writing that I need to work on. Hell, who am I kidding, say anything you want to say.~ drop a comment or even shoot me a message, I love hearing from everyone, as always. I love you all! I hope everyone is having a nice day.~ P.S if you saw the movie what'd you think? I really enjoyed it, way better than the first film.
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    This was not what I was intending. I was going to try to let the piss go nice and slow while I showed off some camel toe (since I wasn't wearing undies), but I due to the amount of caffeine and sports drinks I've had today, the need was just too urgent, and I couldn't control the big gush that came all at once.

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  23. As usual, it's been a while since I posted/finished a story - warning; with it's 16 pages it's quite lengthy - but that's how I like them. I started writing this story after the story writing competition, and although this wasn't written as an entry, my story follows the the scenario of the competition. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it! Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation, holding, wetting and humiliation. - - JESSICA'S INTERVIEW - - Jessica once again adjusted her tight grey business skirt, and looked up to the tall classic office tower which was now right in front of her. There she was, standing still in the middle of a constant stream of people walking in and out of the building, most of them yelling through their expensive smartphones, not caring about the nervous 22-year old they were passing by, so busy with their work that they failed to notice the restless look in her eyes, her hands trembling uncontrollably, adrenaline rushing through her veins. Her interview would start in fifteen minutes - her first since she graduated cum laude from college - and no matter how prepared she was or how suited she was for the open position, Jessica was extremely nervous. Supported by her outstanding school grades, she had decided to take the ambitious career route, unlike many of her friends. Yes, the economy was tough, especially for graduates, but Jessica didn’t want just a job - she wanted THE job - the salary wasn’t all that important to her, but the medium-maintenance position and career opportunities were. Glancing at her watch, she decided to enter the building, wanting to make a confident first impression by arriving a few minutes early, making sure that whoever was interviewing her would not have to wait for her. “Okay, here we go”, she thought to herself as she walked through the revolving door together with a dozen of people she didn’t know, trying to calm down her nerves. As the cool breeze of air conditioning brushed her bare arms, she felt her bladder twitch, and Jessica asked herself how that was even possible - she had used the bathroom at her apartment before leaving, just thirty minutes ago? Trying not to indulge her nervous symptoms, she pushed the thought away in the back of her mind and obliged herself to concentrate on the job description that she had read literally a thousand of times. The department she was interviewing with wasn’t located in the main tower, but the direction signs inside the building were pretty clear, and after walking through the long glass passage which connected the two buildings, she arrived at the department lobby. The contrast with the main hall couldn’t be any bigger; while the latter was filled with people walking in all possible directions, sounds of elevators opening and closing, energetic like a wasps nest, the department lobby was ruled by complete silence. Jessica barely noticed the receptionists desk, which was situated in the back of the giant modern area. Putting on her best smile, she paced forward, taking a gander at her watch again - she was ten minutes early. Usually she would wait just a little while longer to present herself, but there was no place to hide in the almost empty hall, and she didn’t want to make an impression as a fearful personality, even when it was just to the receptionist. Behind the desk there was a young woman, about Jessica’s age, talking on the phone, politely smiling back to Jessica, implying that she had noticed the visitor, and that she would take care of her after she finished her telephone conversation. Jessica waited by the desk and checked out the receptionist; she was wearing a formal two-piece suit with a grey skirt, almost like Jessica’s but a little shorter in size. Jessica smiled to herself; she had selected her outfit well for interviewing - at least her clothing style wasn’t something that she needed to be worried about. In fact, she thought that the receptionist showed a little too much cleavage for business, the top of her perfectly shaped youthful 36C breasts exposed for whoever might be looking. It wasn’t that Jessica was jealous about her model figure - she didn’t have to, having quite the body herself - she just thought that it was more appropriate for someone working at a respectable firm to show a little less skin. Despite the shorter skirt and open blouse, it looked like she did her job very professionally though, politely ending her call. “Sorry for the wait,” the receptionist smiled, “how can I help you?” “Hi, I’m here for the interview... I’m Jessica.” The reply was short, as Jessica tried to remain calm; now that she was getting closer to the interview, her nervousness started kicking up again. The receptionist shortly glanced at her computer screen, and then stood up. “Ah, welcome Jessica; we’ve been expecting you. It seems like you’re a little early, your interviewer is still on his way - please follow me.” “Did you have any trouble finding our department?”, the girl asked, casually continuing the conversation, as Jessica went along in her direction. “No, not at all,” Jessica replied, the small talk calming down her nerves a bit; the receptionist seemed like a really nice person. “Oh, that’s great - we’re a bit separated from the rest of the firm for the moment, we just moved here... Jessica was it, right?”, the secretary went on, leading Jessica into a large conference room. “So, please make yourself comfortable, I will let you know when your interviewer arrives. Do you want something to drink? Water, coffee, soda?” “Water is fine, thanks,” Jessica kindly accepted; she felt pretty thirsty. The receptionist left and Jessica positioned herself in the nearest seat at the corner of the conference table, took her resumé out of her briefcase and put it on the table top, perfectly aligned with the table border. While she waited for the receptionist to come back with her drink, she felt her bladder complaining again, telling her brain that she could definitely use the lavatories, but again she neglected the feeling, deciding that she was just nervous. With her last bathroom visit just forty minutes ago, it was simply not possible that she had to pee again, and she could easily contain herself until after the interview; that was her point of view. The interview was just a preliminary conversation, so it wouldn’t take a whole afternoon - thirty minutes, tops. It was her first since college, but Jessica had prepared the interview carefully, having practiced her skills with her best friend Kay - she knew what questions she should expect, how to present herself, etcetera. But still; sitting here, waiting for the real deal, was something else. - - - - - - - Thirty minutes later, Jessica was still alone in the conference room - her appointment was late, and she was getting more nervous by the minute, constantly wondering why he wasn’t showing up. Feeling tense, she was strolling along the room’s large window, the 20 ounce bottle that the receptionist had brought in earlier completely empty, all that water traveling down her body, increasing her inconvenient need to pee by the minute. Jessica tried hard not to think about it, now realizing that it wasn’t all nerves causing the signals in her lower body; a noticeable amount of urine was unmistakably filling her bladder up. Keeping her knees pressed together solved the problem for now though, and she was still confident that she could easily manage herself. Jessica chose to sit down again, since standing up clearly wasn’t helping her nervousness, and looked over her resumé another time, wondering whether it was standing out enough between the other many resumés the company probably got for the open position she wanted. Well... she had been invited for the interview, presumably unlike some of the other applicants, right? Her resumé wouldn’t help her anymore, not in here; she would have to charm and try to win the interviewer in the upcoming conversation. But how would she have to do that? Jessica started to doubt about herself again, no matter how many times her friends, parents and teachers had told her how utterly brilliant she was. What if she just got invited as a joke, chosen by the younger looks of her profile picture, thinking that they could mess with her a little, as often was the case at the workplace? What if the reviewer would laugh at her, for applying with a resumé which clearly lacked experience? Jessica’s heart pulsed faster and faster, trying to tell herself that she should calm down. Impulsively, she stood up from her seat and walked towards the entrance door of the conference room; deciding to look for a bathroom after all. The small constant twinges of her bladder were driving her crazy, and it didn’t seem like her interviewer would be here very soon. She cursed herself for not allowing herself a quick visit to the washroom earlier; she had gotten plenty of time to do so in the last thirty minutes. Carefully, making sure that her interviewer wasn’t arriving, she walked through the door leading to the lobby. The receptionist was on the phone again, but Jessica was actually happy that she was, because she was not really sure whether she would dare to share her predicament with an unknown stranger - now she could go on the quest for a bathroom herself. Only a few doors away, she noticed a fancy bathroom sign, and she increased her pace, thankful that she could relieve herself even though she wasn’t near her bursting point yet. However, her joy was quickly taken away from her, as she observed a great number of plumber’s tools spread around the room, the owner of the tool working inside the only cubicle itself. As she walked towards the plumber, Jessica’s bladder complained even harder now that she had reached the lavatories, but it seemed like she wouldn’t be able to use them after all. “Umm... I’m sorry,” she asked, a little embarrassed, “I guess I can’t use this bathroom now?” “Sorry miss,” the plumber - a guy in his 40’s - replied, “there was a water leak that I’m fixing now, so my guess is that you can’t”, he smiled, secretly enjoying that he was in the position to postpone the 22-year old girl’s sanitary break. “Unless you want to try the men’s urinal over there”, he pointed at the corner of the room, laughing out loud, gazing up Jessica’s athletic legs. From where he was lying, he had a great view of her smooth lower thighs, and he secretly fantasized about the shy girl, desperately pulling up her skirt and letting her hot urine gush into the urinal as she couldn’t hold it back any longer, exposing her smoking firm buttocks to him, moaning as she enjoyed her long anticipated relief. In his profession, he had dealt with dozens of full-bladdered ladies, but not one of them so innocently sexy as the fox that was now standing in front of him; a bulge appeared in his work trousers - he hoped she wouldn’t notice. “Ok, thanks”, Jessica replied as casually as she could, and she returned to the conference room again, her bladder compelling inside of her, struggling with her decision to leave the only place where she could release it’s contents. - - - - - - - Just a few minutes later, the receptionist walked into the conference room again, bringing Jessica another water bottle, smiling at her. “Hi, I just got of the phone with mister Rodicelli, his last meeting took a bit longer than expected - he is on his way over here - in about five minutes he will join you. We’re terribly sorry for the wait, I hope that’s alright?” “Um... I’m sorry... mister Rodicelli?”, Jessica asked, perplexed. John Rodicelli was one of the co-founders of the company and senior member of the directors board; his name was all over the website that she had so precisely examined. “There must be some kind of mistake here - see, I’m applying for the function of...” “It’s no mistake,” the receptionist interrupted her, “the director wants to make sure that there are only raw talents in the new department that he is starting up. Don’t panic,” she added, seeing the terrified look in Jessica’s eyes, “he’s a really nice guy, I’m sure you’ll do great, I’ve read your resumé; it looks impeccable.” “T... Thanks”, Jessica accepted the compliment, her nerves almost exploding with both fear and excitement. She could not believe her ears; her first interview and she was going to meet with John Rodicelli. John. Rodicelli! “Is there anything else I can help you with?”, the receptionist asked politely before leaving. Jessica almost didn’t hear it, feeling like she was living on another planet, but a stinging sensation in her body brought her back to earth. “Oh yeah... um... is there another bathroom than the one in the lobby?” Jessica’s cheeks turned red, but she - had - to ask, her need getting pretty serious now. “I’m afraid not”, she answered, “this part of the building is still under construction - the closest one is in the main hall, if you must go - main hall, next to the elevators.” “Ok, thanks”, Jessica replied firmly, not sharing her weakness with the receptionist. “Sucks, right?”, was the girl’s sympathetic response, “I really have to use the bathroom myself for the last couple of hours, but I can’t leave the desk unattended... thankfully my shift ends in twenty minutes.” Jessica, surprised by the poor girl’s confession, suddenly noticed the receptionist’s bladder bulging against the waistband of her skirt, her foot nervously tapping on the floor - turns out she wasn't lying - in contrary; her bladder was in worse shape than Jessica's! The 22 year old Jessica almost confessed that she was pretty desperate herself, but didn't want to look weak and unprofessional, so she kept her mouth shut. Besides, it was not like the receptionist could solve her little problem; now that she knew how far the nearest bathroom was, she was more decisive than ever. She would just have to hold the pressing ocean of urine inside her, no matter what. The walk back and forth to the main hall would take her more than five minutes; the last thing she wanted to do is to make a guy like mister Rodicelli wait for her - Jessica could only assume that he had a very tight schedule, she had to be ready for him, no excuses. John Rodicelli would never have to wait for anybody; people always had to wait for John Rodicelli - her bladder would have to wait for John Rodicelli. Just a little longer. As the receptionist left the room, she tried to give her crotch a quick squeeze, but the tight skirt prevented her fingers touching her most private area. GOD, she needed to pee; it was like she was in junior high again, fidgeting in her seat, hoping that class - or it this case the interview - would be over soon. Not thinking clearly and feeling thirsty, she unscrewed the cap of the new water bottle the receptionist had handed her, greedily gulping it down her throat, not realizing how fast it would hit her already stretched out bladder. - - - - - - - - Fifteen minutes later without having had a glimpse of her interviewer, Jessica was regretting her judgement now; she could have easily gone to the main hall restroom in a quarter hour, heck - she could have CRAWLED to the place if she had wanted to. But she hadn’t, and her desperation had gotten SO much worse; constant waves of discomfort were running through her entire body, indicating how much she craved for relief; the uninterrupted wiggling in her chair could only help her so much, the strain on her muscles so intense that she almost couldn’t imagine doing an interview in her position. Trying to focus on her resumé again, she uncrossed and crossed her legs another time, hoping that mister Rodicelli would arrive soon, so that she could do her interview and then RUN off towards the bathroom. As a spasm tormented her bladder again, she heard voices from the otherwise completely silent lobby area, suspecting that her interviewer had finally arrived. Footsteps coming towards the open conference room door confirmed her suspicion, and Jessica rose out of her seat, squeezing her thighs again one last time, adjusting her skirt, putting out her best possible smile, even though she was suffering physically. Her heartbeat fastening, mister Rodicelli walked into the room, looking very fresh - and younger looking as Jessica had thought beforehand - wearing a spotless grey suit combined with a red tie. Although the pressure ‘downtown’ was still very much there, Jessica forgot about her need for a few seconds, delightly smiling, like a young foolish woman in love. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” mister Rodicelli introduced himself, clearly less intimidated than Jessica, “I’m terribly, terribly late, if you really want to punch me, go ahead, I’m won’t be mad, never to such a beautiful young woman! Hi, I’m mister Rodicelli. John.” The easygoing words by her interviewer calmed down Jessica’s nerves just a little bit, but she chose to stay professional, wanting to show off her good manners. “Well, it’s not a problem at all sir, thank you for giving me this wonderful opportunity to come to talk to you, it’s really an honour.”, she replied and shook hands with mister Rodicelli. “The pleasure is all mine, Jessica - um - Jessica’s fine, right?” he grinned, checking out the 22-year old applicant, approving her formal clothing style. “Well off course mister Rodicelli, please do.” Jessica played her role perfectly. “Good, good... um, I really hate to ask you this but um... there’s a slight change of plans, I’m afraid; see, I’m especially looking forward to your interview, but I have to catch a plane in...”, he turned his arm and glanced at his watch”... forty minutes. So I’ve been meaning to ask you; if you’re ok with it, maybe we can do your interview on the way to the airport, in my car? My chauffeur can drive you off anywhere you want afterwards. Well, if that’s alright with you off course, we can always reschedule too, if - if that’s what you like...” Jessica quickly thought about mister Rodicelli’s proposition - her interview, on the way to the airport, with literally not a single bathroom around, only cars and bushes? She wasn’t particularly fond of the idea, but she could hardly refuse, could she? I mean, it was mister John Rodicelli she was talking about; she would probably jump in the river if he had asked her nicely. Her bladder heavily complaining, she fortified her smile. “No sir, that’s alright, I’m uh - flexible”, she spewed out one of her trained job interview buzzwords. “Splendid!”, mister Rodicelli enthusiastically concluded, “Alright, no time to waste, let’s go!” Immediately he took off, and Jessica had no choice but to follow him, urine sloshing inside her small size 4 body, torturing her nerves. Saying that she could use a quick pee right now was a euphemism, walking around in her high heels only making the feeling worse; this wasn’t nervousness anymore. If only she had gone to the bathroom when she had felt the first signals, instead of brushing it off as interview stress, then she wouldn’t be in this position. She ardently hoped that they would pass a washroom on the way to the car park so that she could excuse herself for just a minute, but much to her dismay, mister Rodicelli walked towards the elevator in the lobby, right next to the door to the bathroom with the broken toilet. Vigorously praying that the plumber had fixed it by now, she peeked through the door, only seeing the man’s tools still lying all over the floor - the plumber taking more than the time he needed, hoping to catch the 22-year old desperately coming in again, praying to use the bathroom before she exploded. Jessica had no intention to do so, but she could not resist thinking about the plumber’s proposition to lift her skirt and pee in the urinal. Oh, how amazing the relief would be... but off course, even if she wouldn’t mind to expose her most intimate parts to the unknown stranger, there was no way she could to that without soaking herself completely - this was only a good plan in fairytale world. Pressing her thighs together, she walked into the elevator, together with mister Rodicelli. The doors slowly slid shut and Jessica stared at the receptionist, whose shift had just ended, running towards the main hall, her youthful breasts bouncing up and down as she had decided not to wear a bra to work today, openly holding herself, praying that her tormented bladder wouldn’t burst in her panties, after composing herself for so long this afternoon. The elevator doors opened on the parking level, mister Rodicelli's car - a large corporate black Mercedes with tinted windows - already standing in front of the elevator with the engine running. Rodicelli courtly opened the door to the back seat to Jessica, and she graciously got in, struggling to keep her trembling lower body still as she had to urinate SO bad. While her interviewer went around the back of the car, she thought about what the best position of her legs would be, realizing that she would not be able to shift around during the ride too much, or her need would become noticeable, and the last thing she was going to do was admit that she was almost wetting herself. She wasn't a high school teenager anymore, she had to act professional; if the receptionist held on, so would she have to do. Ignorantly she tried to tell herself that it was just a psychological matter, denying the fact that that every bladder had it's limits. Jessica decided to keep her legs crossed, hands folded on her upper knee so that she could apply just that little extra pressure. - - - - - - - The first part of her interview went pretty well; mister Rodicelli was nodding approvingly as Jessica rambled on about her studies and the research she had performed during her last years of college, her participation in many community projects, and how excited she was about the possible prospect of executing a function in the company - just as she had practiced. The only thing she had not rehearsed, was the stinging sensation under the waistband of her skirt, as her kidneys produced even more urine to be pumped into her body. The stress on her sphincter was ENORMOUS, and while Jessica’s talking could only take so much of her attention of her emergency, she maintained her smile though, dangling her foot around to keep her legs in motion. “Well,” mister Rodicelli took the conversation over, “I’ll have to admit; your resumé and your achievements are - very - impressive for a 22-year old. Even so, we are having many applicants for this function, - some of them offering a career with years of professional seniority. In your own eyes, do you see your - um - lack of experience as a problem?” “I think that starting in a new firm comes with a learning path for every new employee”, Jessica answered immediately, having expected this question, “and I have to admit that my own learning path might be a little more rough than some others with more professional experience - however, I think my personal qualities will make up for that, whereas my age comes with a great number of positive points as well.” “Mmm; what do you exactly mean when you say ‘positive’?”, mister Rodicelli continued, as Jessica gasped for air for just a second, pushing her hands hard on her knee, jamming her thighs even closer together. Her white silk panties were getting moist with sweat, but as long as it was just sweat, Jessica couldn’t care less. “I can offer both devotion and flexibility in my schedule and my working hours, which I think is very important in the beginning of a new job,” Jessica replied carefully, trying to keep half her mind on the conversation, and half on her overwhelming need to relieve herself. “I am determined to take as long as I need to succeed in my work, and I am determined to keep myself available 24/7 in case that’s needed. I think this is an almost necessary aspect of the modern volatile society, and I think that not all older applicants can assure you that.” “I’m glad you brought up the issue of time management”, mister Rodicelli took over again, going on about how starting up a new department could be time-wasting for every employee, and how important everyone’s attachment for the firm was. Jessica just nodded and tried to process her interviewer’s words, but it was so hard, her bladder CRAVING for her attention, sending hundreds of warning messages to her brain each second. All she could think about was finding the so much needed bathroom, but as Jessica was very well aware, there were no bathrooms around, not even a single wall where she could hide and squat behind. She wanted to urinate so badly, she didn’t even care about going in her panties anymore, she justed wanted to let go, anywhere in the world, just not in mister Rodicelli’s car. Shifting a few times in her seat, having so much trouble keeping the ocean of hot urine inside her 22-year old body, she wanted to moan to express her feelings, but she kept both her vocal and urinary organs under control. “... so how do you feel about that?” Jessica panicked for a second, a sharp pain bolting through her body, having paid attention to her throbbing bladder so much that she had blatantly missed the last question. “I’m - um - sorry, about what?”, she asked, embarrassed, hoping that mister Rodicelli wouldn’t realize that she was barely listening; it would most certainly reflect on the rest of the interview if he did - but thankfully for Jessica, he didn’t mind posing the question again. “I was wondering whether you would have a problem with working overtime,” he recapitulated, looking Jessica straight in the eyes. “Not at all - I see it as a package deal that comes with the job,” Jessica replied in just a few words, not really sure what she could possibly could add to that. Her readiness for the interview decreased by the second, as she was going through a series of serious painful contractions. “Alright - we have not arrived at the airport yet, but I think we can end the interview with this one, unless you have any more questions for me, off course,” mister Rodicelli concluded. Jessica had so many topics prepared in the back of her mind, wanting to show her interest for the firm, but at this very moment she wanted nothing else than this interview to be over, so she could concentrate on her alarming condition - besides, she risked missing out on of her interviewer’s questions again, which would make her look bad. The interview had gone pretty well, and she could only mess it up from now. “No, thanks - and also for the interview”, she wrapped up, pulling out a forced smile out of her again. “The pleasure was all mine”, mister Rodicelli complimented Jessica with her spotless interview. “How long ‘till the airport, Carlos?” “About ten minutes, sir; as you can see, the traffic is rather heavy at the moment”, his chauffeur politely answered his boss’s question. “Splendid - well if you don’t mind, I’m going to make a quick call to make sure everything is set up on my arrival”, mister Rodicelli announced, again glancing at the ravishing applicant sitting in his corporate vehicle, while taking his cellphone out of his briefcase. Jessica did not answer but instead she graciously smiled, actively trying to hide her personal predicament to her interviewer. The poor girl felt like her sphincter was under attack by an army of small urine droplets, harmless on their own, but as millions and millions of them joined forces, they applied a massive and almost unbearable pressure on her burdened bladder. It was like they were living their own life, their only purpose making Jessica’s existence worse, but the truth was that there was just no more room left inside her abdomen, and to make matters worse, Jessica’s kidney was still working hard, processing the loads of water that she had drunk while waiting for her interview, sending even more urine downwards her slender body. - - - - - - - Ten minutes didn’t seem like a whole lot of time, but Jessica honestly didn’t know whether she would be able to make it or not; for all she knew, she could last for another half hour maybe, or uncontrollably explode into her panties in the next minute instead. She no longer had her body under control, and that thought frustrated her; her interview had gone well and she really felt like she had an actual chance for the job - but if she would soak the car of her possible boss, she would most definitely lose it all. Anxiously she tried to press her firm thighs even closer together, but she was already doing everything she could to make her holding more manageable. She NEEDED a bathroom, and fast, too - it was the only solution, but they were still on the highway and there was not a single place in sight where Jessica could possibly relieve herself. As traffic moved on slowly, Jessica thankfully took advantage of mister Rodicelli’s lack of attention for her while he was discussing matters over the phone, and carefully positioned her briefcase on her lap, biting on her lip to improve the precision of her movements. As her lap was now covered, Jessica shifted in her seat a few times, knocking her knees together and rubbing her smooth thighs against each other. There was plenty of leg space in the large corporate Mercedes, but Jessica tried to compose herself and not to move her lower legs around too much, afraid that mister Rodicelli would notice her somewhat immature behavior. While nervously glancing at her interviewer to make sure that he wasn’t looking at her, Jessica slowly let her right hand slip under the briefcase and tried to squeeze her fingers around her crotch, but - much to her dismay - the tight fabric of her grey business skirt didn’t allow her. Despite straining her fingers, her fingertips could only reach the top of her groin; she was so close, but yet so far. Frustrated by her taut clothing, she moved her hand downwards her thighs, trying to position it between her legs and under her knee-length skirt, but naturally that didn’t work out either. Fueled by the tremendous desire to hold herself, Jessica secretly tried to pull the textile a few inches up her legs; maybe she would be able to position the skirt a little higher over her right thigh - which was out of mister Rodicelli’s field of vision - so that she could briefly squeeze her privates - just maybe... She felt her hand slowly sliding upwards, her fingertips nearing the sweatier parts of her inner thigh, as she nervously peeked at mister Rodicelli to make absolutely sure that he wasn’t staring at her. Just two or three more inches... Her heart pulsed faster as she realized that she was no longer behaving professionally, but she just couldn’t handle herself anymore, the tremendous need to urinate being so strong that it was influencing all of Jessica’s actions. The fabric of her skirt wasn’t helping Jessica at all, but she pursued, now brushing the stubbles of pubic hair just below her bikini line with her middle finger, as she had not shaved her privates before the interview. Her hand trembling with adrenaline, she pushed her hand deeper between her legs, eagerly trying to make the last leap towards grabbing her most intimate parts, but then she noticed how far her skirt had ridden up her thighs - she was almost showing her entire upper left leg to mister Rodicelli! Jessica thanked God that he wasn’t paying attention to her, and wondered how awful the situation would look like from his point of view; she was openly displaying her bare thigh to him, almost as if she was offering her young body in exchange for the open position! Off all things, this could ruin her interview the most; no sensible man would hire a woman for such an important role in the company, if she have the impression that she would use her body for climbing up the ladder! Truly disappointed that she had failed to touch her privates, Jessica removed her hand from between her legs and pulled down her skirt again, and just in time too, as mister Rodicelli glanced at her while continuing his call. Jessica’s heart skipped a beat; she had almost crushed her interview by giving in to her most bestial desires, but she had just saved herself at the last moment. That, however, did not imply that Jessica was secure, as she still had to pee SO unbelievably bad that she believed that her bladder would literally explode if she would have to hold even more urine. Her strained muscles screamed for relief SO HARD that Jessica almost was afraid that she would hurt herself, but she did not have much of a choice; she was sure that if she would relax herself for just a second, she would drench her panties in sizzling hot liquids in no time with no chance of stopping the flow. There was no way that she could allow herself to do that; the psychological pain of wetting herself on her very first interview would be much worse that any other physical pain that she might endure. She HAD to hold herself together somehow, she just had to! As she fought back wave after wave, Jessica closed her eyes and tried to think of something else to take her mind of her extreme need, hoping that it would soften the strength of the torturing neural signals, and surprisingly it did. As the minutes passed, she fantasized about a variety of things and for the first time today, her need seemed to decrease instead of constantly increasing like it had in the last hour. Off course, this feeling was merely psychological as her bladder was still exorbitantly full, but the truth was that it really did help her holding the ocean inside of her young body. Slowly but surely, they approached the airport and Jessica began to get more and more positive that she would be able make it after all… and as her confidence rised, she started to let her guard down. - - - - - - - Seemingly out of nowhere, a GIANT spasm - one Jessica had never experienced before in her life - hit her bladder, and it hit her hard - MUCH too hard. In the blink of an eye, she lost control over her entire body. For Jessica, it was like time stood still for a moment; she was so mortified that she felt like she could no longer move. Alarm bells started to go off in her head, her entire lower body region felt numb - the unimaginable had happened; she had lost control of her bladder! While gasping for air, she tried to think of a way to get out of this horrible situation, but she couldn’t possibly imagine one without ruining her interview. Realizing that there was nothing more that she could do, her hands darted off to the door handle on her side of the car, hungrily glancing towards the green grass growing on the side of the road. Tears started welling up in her eyes, as the grown-up woman inside her really didn’t want to do what she was about to do and that was jump out of the car and squat where anyone - including Mr. Rodicelli - could see her. But poor Jessica didn’t have much of a choice, and if she was going to humiliate herself anyway, she figured that she could better do that outside of the car instead of soiling the leather back seat of the corporate Mercedes. Jessica brushed the handle with her fingers, wanting to speak up to announce her runaway, but then, out of nowhere, felt that she was regaining control of herself and her tormented bladder. Hot golden drops were definitely escaping through her pee hole as Jessica felt her labia getting moist, but it wasn’t the overwhelming torrent that she had expected, and more importantly; somehow she had managed to hold back the rest of the ocean inside her! Jessica’s fingers slid off the door handle as she clenched her muscles, praying that she would be able to suppress the next few violent pressure waves. The burning sensation in her abdomen was so overwhelming that Jessica herself didn’t know whether she would be able to sustain without hurting herself, but she HAD to try, she had to or she would never forgive herself for not attempting to take the leap. Her bladder was screaming for relief, constantly pulsating without giving Jessica the chance to loosen up, not even for a second, and Jessica hoped that she would not have to endure another huge spasm like before again. Battling with her own body was something that she was not familiar with, the feelings boiling inside her were outrageous. Since she had never been SO desperate for the bathroom in the past fifteen years, Jessica didn’t know ANY special holding techniques at all; this fight was a battle that she had to win with the strength of her bladder muscles alone. She knew it and it saved her appearance too; grabbing herself or jumping up wouldn’t help a thing, and it would only blow her cover. After what was possibly the most agonizing minute of her life, Jessica had the situation under control again; she still had to urinate so bad, but the danger of uncontrollably flooding both her panties and the car floor was gone, or at least, that was what she hoped. Her throbbing bladder was still torturing her, begging furiously, trying to persuade the 22-year girl that she needed to relieve herself soon, but Jessica FELT more in control. Given the full state of the organ, stretched out way past it’s normal dimensions, it was off course possible that her nervous sensors were lying to her, but she had to stay positive, it was the only plan she had. Her almost-accident from the minute had left a few marks though; Jessica had leaked a considerable amount of urine and the front of her white silk panties were soaked. She could only hope that the back of her skirt was still dry, as she realized that the grey fabric would show even the smallest wet spot. The remaining ride to the airport entrance was only two minutes in time, but for Jessica, each second felt like an eternity. Every possible muscle in her poor adolescent body so badly wanted to let her body relax, letting her pee flood out of her, putting this unbelievable torture to the end. She didn’t care about her favourite pair of silk panties anymore, or her expensive suit that she had bought just for the occasion; Jessica was willing to ruin them all, if she could just PEE! It was only her mind that was keeping her from doing so; if she could only last for another minute or two, her interview and her day would be saved. “Alright - Jessica - this is where our our paths diverge”, mister Rodicelli concluded their meeting by reaching out his hand, “thanks to your flexibility, I’m just in time to catch my plane, it seems. We’ll definitely keep in touch, you can expect a call from us in the next couple of days.” Jessica kindly smiled and shook hands with her interviewer, hoping that he would not notice the sweaty palm of her hand. “Thanks again for the opportunity, mister Rodicelli, I look forward to hearing from you again”, she replied, surprising herself that she still managed to come up with such a polite answer, while multiple strong waves were thumping against her bladder muscles, thousands of urine drops sitting at the verge of her pee hole, ready to come out as soon as Jessica’s mind would give the orders. She couldn’t wait to jump out of the car and find the nearest bathroom, but she knew that rushing off as soon as she could wouldn’t exactly improve her appearance - and keeping the golden rule “an interview isn’t over until you walk out the door” in mind, she decided to remain seated until her host would make the intention to leave. “So, the backseat is all yours, where does Carlos drop you off?”, mister Rodicelli offered his corporate vehicle to Jessica. “If it’s alright, I’m going to get out here with you, sir - I have some personal business to take care of in the airport building”, she desperately tried to get out of the offer, knowing that she couldn’t possibly hold it until they would arrive at her place - or any other place for that matter. She HAD to find a bathroom at the airport, and fast too; her poor bladder was about to burst! “Well, isn’t that a coincidence,” he smiled and then rose out of his seat, “well then; have a nice day!” Jessica forced a last smile on her face, and then opened the door, sighing loudly as she saw the airport departures hall right in front of her; finally, a building with fully functional toilet facilities! She squeezed her thighs together, placed her high heels on the parking lot, and hesitantly stood up, hoping that she could stand up without instantly flooding her panties. Jessica had to pee so badly that she had trouble walking towards the main entrance; she was not used to wearing these kind of shoes, and she had a hard time trying to press her legs together, afraid that if she would relax, she would soak her panties in a heartbeat. The burning sensations inside her were stronger than ever, and as she was walking, Jessica quickly pressed her hand on her skirt again, hoping that she could relieve the pressure for just a second, but the tight grey fabric didn’t budge, not at all. Under the skirt, her cotton panties were uncomfortably clinging against her most private parts, the piece of underwear dampened from her previous near-accident. Jessica couldn’t help thinking about squatting between two cars and letting her so-urgently-needed pee splatter all over the asphalt, but during rush hour the airport area simply was too crowded, she had to hold on for just a little longer. Jessica tried to compose herself as she was walking through the revolving door, her bladder pulsing fiercely, her knees trembling as she could barely keep from letting go. In her compartment of the revolving door was an Asian family of the - two parents and a girl who was a few years younger than Jessica - the father struggling with the many suitcases they had with them, bumping against the safety mechanism of the door wing, stalling the door multiple times. Jessica refrained herself from swearing loudly, not wanting to draw any more attention to her, but inside she was cursing the Asian man who was involuntarily postponing her much needed bathroom visit. She was so close to having an accident right here, on the floor of the revolving door, she needed to get out of this place, fast! Her eyes scanned the departure hall through the glass door, hoping to catch a bathroom direction sign somewhere, so that she could rush off to the nearest one as soon as possible. A huge wave hit her body, and Jessica closed her eyes to concentrate on controlling the tremendous need to urinate, having failed to yet find a bathroom sign. Thankfully, the Asian man finally entered the departure hall, taking the large amount of suitcases with him. Jessica tried to pass the family, but they were still blocking her way, and she coincidentally overheard the conversation between the Asian girl and her mother. “Mom, I really have to go to pee!” - “Sure honey, we’re just going to check in first and then you can go to the bathroom right after, alright? Come on, let’s go!” Jessica stopped and crossed her legs firmly, while examining the airport board of directions hanging right in front of the door. She had trouble concentrating, as her tortured bladder complained heavily, she had to find a bathroom NOW or her struggle would be over soon. She didn’t know how she had even managed to hold on for so long; she never would have thought that she could sustain such an unbelievable pressure in her body. The thought frustrated Jessica to her core; despite all her efforts, she was still in very danger of trashing her white panties if she couldn’t find a toilet in time. Telephone cell, first aid, gift shop… the signs were all there, but none to lead poor Jessica to a bathroom. She almost decided to give up her search and hurry outside to squat somewhere, but then she saw it, in the lower right corner; a sign for the lavatories! Jessica gasped, and almost released the contents of her bladder out of relief as she was so delighted to finally find a place to PEE! Thinking about her coming satisfaction didn’t help her though; the “key in the lock”-syndrome kicked in and Jessica now needed to pee WORSE than before. Not caring about the other people or anything else but finding the bathroom anymore, Jessica hurried towards the direction of the sign, breathing heavily, biting on her teeth to endure the stinging pain in her body. “Oh yes, oh yes!” Jessica whispered softly as she neared a hallway with a bathroom sign on the wall next to it. “Oooh, oh yes… fuck yeah, I… I made it!” She swore loudly; luckily for her there was no-one around who could hear her. “Oh yes, come on Jess, just a few seconds… just…” She couldn’t control her emotions anymore; her brain was now sending multiple signals to her bladder, telling that she could PEE, finally! “Oh yes…” She tugged at the side zipper of her grey business skirt, pulling it down a few inches, exposing a part of her smooth leg and the side of her white panties to the world, but Jessica could no longer care; she so badly needed to pee that once in the bathroom, she would never be able to wait to unzip her clothing, it had to be done now. Rapidly gasping from the excitement, Jessica increased her pace as she entered the bathroom hallway. Seconds away from release, her bladder muscles weakened just a little so that she could immediately start peeing once her mind allowed her. Thousands of drops were in position, ready to come out, and Jessica was almost unable to stop the straining ocean of urine. She realized that and tried to regain the stress in her muscles, but she couldn’t - there was no way back. Fortunately for her, the ladies’ was just to the right… - - - - - - - “No… no!” Jessica screamed out, watching in horror how the bathroom stalls were just a few meters away, only they were blocked by a coin operated paddle gate; it didn’t take Jessica very long to realize that the public lavatories in the departure hall were pay toilets! Frantically, she turned around, hoping that she could use the men’s facilities instead, but they were also blocked by the same gates. Tears welled up in her eyes; sure, she had money with her, in her briefcase, but it was just that she needed to pee SO BAD she could hardly breathe - and now she had to find a fifty-cent coin! Her bladder DEMANDED relief, now, but Jessica didn’t really have a choice; she squeezed her thighs together, dropped her briefcase on the tile floor, and took out her wallet. Her hands were trembling, and Jessica felt that the control of her bladder was slowly slipping away; she had held it for so long, but the deception of standing meters away from a bathroom stall and not being able to use it was just too big, too unexpected. Helplessly, her bladder spasmed and a small spurt escaped, dampening her white panties even more. “No… no yet…” Her mind was going crazy, tears were blocking her view, and she bit her lip while desperately tapping her feet on the floor. Her entire body was shuddering and she could hardly control the movement of her fingers, making it harder to open the wallet. Frustrated that she couldn’t instantly find the right coin, she cried out to no-one in particular; she could not believe that this was happening to her. 22 years old, her first job interview just minutes away, and she was going to wet her panties in public! Jessica closed her eyes again, trying to regain some of her composure. Deep breath in, deep breath out, deep breath in, deep breath out. She opened her eyes again, flipped through all the coins in her wallet, crossed her legs, uncrossed her legs; anything that could help her hold it. Waves of desperation ran through her entire body; the next leak was ready to come out, and Jessica had no clue in how to stop it from happening. “Come on, come on, no!” She was moaning, almost crying, thinking about giving up and just humiliating herself, but she found some inner strength and carried on. To her despair, she finally realized that she didn’t have any fifty-cent coins with her; she yanked a five euro bill out of the wallet and hobbled over to the change machine in the bathroom hallway. While hopping from foot to foot, Jessica desperately tried to push the bill in the machine, but her hands were shaking so hard that she could hardly align the piece of paper in place. She just couldn’t hold it any longer; a sudden burst of pee exploded out of her tortured pee hole, drenching her underwear even further. Jessica barely managed to hold the rest of the massive flood back inside her, but the damage was done; urine drops were travelling down her smooth young legs, most of them landing in her shoes, some dripping onto the glossy airport tiles. Jessica was so embarrassed that she had to fight her tears; she tried to cover up the wetness on the floor by sweeping it away with the sole of her shoe, but by moving around, even more drops escaped from her soaked panties. While the waves inside her got even more ferocious, the machine rejected her 5 euro bill and Jessica panicked; it was her last resort - she had to try once more! This time, the machine accepted her bill, but it was too late. Her exhausted bladder that had been stretched way beyond it’s limits gave up completely, pee uncontrollably erupting from her body, saturating the fabric of her panties and the front of her skirt, streams of pee running down her legs, forming a puddle around her feet. Jessica herself was amazed by the strength of the waterfall between her legs - the pressure was unbelievable. Jessica started to cry and tried to stop the rest, but she couldn’t, pee sizzling in her underwear, splashing onto the glossy floor. At that very moment, Jessica heard footsteps in the hallway, coming her way; it was the Asian girl from the family in the revolving door, both hands jammed between her legs, obviously desperate for the bathroom herself. She ignored and ran past Jessica at first, busy focusing on her own problems, almost bumped into the glass paddle gates, now facing the same problem that Jessica had faced before. Crying out in disbelief, she turned herself to Jessica, squirming uncontrollably, her fingers furiously massaging the crotch of her jeans, and she blurted out: “Ex… excuse me… m-m… mi... miss… can I have a coin? I… I don’t have any money with me… it’s an… emer…” She gasped and paused. “... emergency!” The girl looked down, eagerly waiting for a reply, and then she noticed the puddle under Jessica’s feet, small transparent streams splashing on the ground. “Oh my god… are you peeing yourself… you are peeing... I’m so sorry… I just need a coin… oh my god I… I just can’t believe that you are… sorry!” Jessica was mortified; not only had she pissed all over herself, some unknown girl was witnessing her accident too, her eyes transfixed on the pool between Jessica’s legs. Jessica wanted to run away, but she couldn’t move, as if her feet were glued to the floor. “M-m-miss? Please, it’s a… an emergency!”, the Asian girl pleaded, repeating herself, her voice weakening, as if she was running out of power. Jessica just wanted the girl to leave so that she could be alone, and decided to donate one of the coins that the machine had given her; the Asian girl looked like she was almost having an accident on her own. The girl kindly accepted Jessica’s gift with one hand, unbuttoned her jeans with the other, then rushed off towards the bathroom. Dancing on the spot, her bladder contracting violently, she successfully inserted the coin and the glass paddle doors opened. As she sprinted to the nearest stall, the thought of being finally inside a bathroom was just too much for her to take, urine started bursting out of her, the back of her tight jeans suddenly turning dark blue. She simply couldn’t hold it any longer, but the nearest stall was only a few feet away, and she yanked down her panties, pee gushing through her Hello Kitty panties, spraying onto her legs, the bathroom floor, and the toilet seat. Mentally and physically worn out by recent the struggle between her and her bladder, she let her ass cheeks touch down on the toilet seat and spread her legs, not even trying to take off her underwear anymore. She just completely relaxed and sighed loudly as hot pee sizzled down her legs and finally hit the bowl - fuck, that felt good! Breathing heavily, shivering with excitement, she completely emptied herself, forcefully peeing for at least thirty seconds. But as the trickle between her legs started to slow down, tears sprung into the Asian girl’s eyes, starting to realize what she had done - she had peed herself, and now she had to go back to the airport hall with a huge mark on her jeans, to sit with her parents on a plane for the next few hours, her underwear totally soaked. Sobbing uncontrollably, she wiped her legs dry; her plane was about to leave, she had no choice but to pull up her panties and walk back to the departure hall in shame. Jessica walked all the way back to her apartment in her wet clothes, too embarrassed to take a cab or a bus, thinking about how humiliating her day had been, trying not to wet herself in her interviewer’s car, succeeding, but not making it to the bathroom, soaking her business suit as a 22 year old. She had practised this day a million times in her head, but she had never thought that she would end her interview this way, walking across town, wet silk panties clinging against her privates, her shoes ruined. To make things worse, all the water that she had drank in the conference room while waiting for her interview, traveled downwards her body FAST, filling up her exhausted bladder in no time, and when she reached her neighborhood, she REALLY had to pee again. Her body trembling, she fastened her pace, realizing that she was close to having a second accident that day. Struggling with her keys, she almost lost control of her bladder on her doorstep, a wet spurt jetting into her panties as she opened the front door. Much to her amazement, her best friend Kay was standing in her hallway, waiting for Jessica to come home to surprise her after her very first interview. Jessica was perplexed; she gave up completely and fiercely peed into her underwear for the second time in just a few hours, while Kay was staring at her, her mouth wide open. She almost couldn’t believe what she was seeing; her friend was wetting herself right in front of her, the marks of her first accident clearly visible on her skirt. Jessica started crying again, realizing that this wasn’t just a bad dream; what was supposed to be an exciting event turned out to be the most awful day in her entire life. While pee was still streaming down Jessica’s legs, Kay put her arms around her best friend’s neck, hugging her and kissing her on the forehead, trying to console her. After Jessica was finally cried out, Kay helped her into the shower and got her fresh clothes. Jessica cleaned herself up, and they ended seeing a movie together, but Jessica almost instantly fell asleep on her friend’s shoulder, trying to erase the memory of this horrifying day out of her head. A few days later, Jessica got a call; she didn’t get the job. THE END
  24. SashaButters

    Sphere Fluff

    (A Sasha/ Crystal story I promised a friend) “Hello! Earth to Crystal!” Sasha said. She waved her hand in front of the other girls face, but received no response in return. Crystal it seemed was off in her own world. Sasha eyed the last piece of uneaten bacon on her friend’s plate before looking at her spaced out companion. Go Time. Sasha pretended to be interested in the conversation across the table. Her palm rested by her tray before it ever so slowly inched towards her goal. Her blue eyes darted back to check if the coast was clear. Crystal was mentally gone. She could jump on the table and hula and she wouldn’t blink an eye, it seemed. Almost there…just a few more inches… “OWW!” Sasha yelped. She glared daggers and nursed her injured hand in her palm as Crystal retracted her plastic fork. Damn her, she was faking it! Sasha sulked as Crystal shoved the last piece of bacon in her mouth. Mission failed. Crystal soon returned to staring off into space. “Whatcha thinking about?” “Hmm?” Crystal mumbled in response. “Oh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Sasha frowned, but let it go. Crystal had been acting strange lately and even more stand offish than usual. Sasha had even found a wet patch on Crystal’s pillow this morning which led her to believe her roommate had either been crying, or she drooled in her sleep like a St. Bernard. Sasha hoped the latter. But why? What had her normally stoic roommate so upset? It was so unlike her. Sasha didn’t think she was even capable of emotions other than indifference and annoyance. She’d just have to take her out and have fun. Did Crystal even have fun? “So we have the day off tomorrow, you want to go to the arcade?” “Huh? Sure whatever.” The other mumbled. Sasha beamed. She’d get her to open up somehow. It was almost unnerving seeing her like this. ……………………… Sasha kept a close eye on her throughout the day. Crystal had been out of sorts all through conditioning, classes, and work assignments. She hardly ate, and didn’t respond when called. Was she sick? Could they get sick in VR? “What?” Crystal snapped, as they were getting ready for bed. “You’ve been staring at me all day.” “So you noticed.” Sasha replied, not bothering to deny the accusations. “I’m just worried about you. You seem…out of it.” “I’m fine.” Came the curt response as Crystal got into bed with her back towards her as a signal of conversation over. “You…wanna talk about it?” “Go to sleep.” “Are you sure?” “I’m fine.” “You want a hug?” “Touch me and I’m shoving you out of bed.” “So that’s a maybe?” ……………………………………….. Sasha awoke to an unfamiliar sound coming from the space next her on the bed. At first irritated at being awoken at the crack of dawn on her only day off, her anger quickly morphed into concern when she recognized the noise. Sniffling. She wanted to roll over and confront Crystal, but she knew it would only scare her off. Resisting the urge to reach an arm out and pat her on the back, Sasha kept her eyes closed and listened while pretending to still be asleep. It was too early and cold to get shoved out of bed. When she heard Crystal grab her shower bag and leave, Sasha sat up, noticing right away the tear streaks on Crystal’s pillow. She’d just have to try and cheer her up today. She waited until her roommate returned. She tried to ask if anything was bothering her, but once again her questions were dodged. Sasha pointed to the pillow, but it was mostly dried. “Sorry, I was dreaming of an ice cream cone.” Sasha gave her a doubtful look, but Crystal shrugged and said, “What? I’ve seen you look at food, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t drool dreaming about a bacon cheeseburger.” Sasha could already feel her mouth salivating. “So, what time you want to go to the arcade?” Sasha asked. Crystal frowned. “Sorry, I…kind of have something else to do. Another time?” Sasha did her best to pry, but Crystal ignored all her attempts with “ it’s classified” or “SPP business.” Did this “classified training” have anything to do with why she was upset? She was going to get to the bottom of this. Were they going to lock her in the fear chamber? Sasha imagined a terrified Crystal huddled in a corner while a giant, hairy spider with large fangs hovered over her. No wonder she was so upset! She was scared! Determined to save her friend, Sasha watched as Crystal walked off the grounds, before following her a few feet behind. While Sasha hid behind buildings and lampposts, she couldn’t stop herself from humming the theme song from Mission Impossible 58. Sasha narrowed her eyes when she realized where they were heading. The hotel! She was going to do her “usual”, whatever that was. She remembered how flustered Crystal had been when the lady at the front desk mentioned it. What was serious and professional spy Crystal hiding? What would cause her to be so embarrassed? When she watched the green haired girl enter the hotel, she doubted more and more that Crystal was in any danger. This was personal for her. Propelled more by curiosity than worry, she stepped into the hotel and kept her head down. If she got stopped by security now she’d lose Crystals trail. She hung back and watched her target check in, before she stuck her face in a scanner. Maybe she was telling the truth. Maybe this was a fear simulator. But why would she willingly jump into one? It didn’t look like anyone was forcing her. Suspicious… She looked to her left; a bell clerk was coming her way. She ducked behind a rack of brochures. While she was over the age of eighteen and it was perfectly legal for her to be here, she hated the confrontation. She picked up one of the pamphlets and looked it over. Busted. She stuck in her pants pocket. When the bell clerk was busy with another patron> Sasha slipped out just in time to see Crystal heading down the hall. She followed a few feet behind and watched her press her finger on a panel to the door, before it opened and she disappeared as the door closed and locked behind her. Sasha tried to peek in the window, but she couldn’t see anything. Instead it was an advertisement and reminded her to please respect other people’s privacy. She felt a tad bit guilty, but it was quickly replaced by annoyance. Then why have a window? “You there, stop! I see what you’re doing! You can’t be here, please leave.” The bell clerk from earlier said. Damn it, she was so close. She couldn’t leave now. “But it’s my room.” Sasha lied. He didn’t look like he believed her. “Then put your finger on the scanner and prove it. You can’t fool that scanner. It takes the print of the user not the avatar.” He said, with his arms crossed. He was expecting her to leave with her head hung low caught in an obvious lie. Instead she smiled wide. It took Becca’s fingerprint, not Crystal’s. She put her finger on the scanner and the door unlocked. He looked stunned and a bit disappointed. “I was just checking to make sure you couldn’t see in.” “Sorry, ma’am, enjoy your stay.” She pulled the door open and walked in. She hadn’t been quite sure what to expect. Whips and chains? Some kind of secret kinky sex dungeon with a dom telling her to quack like a duck? But nothing could have prepared her to see this. It…It was a nursery. Did…Did Crystal want to be a mom? Did this mean there was a part of Becca that wanted kids? No, it couldn’t be! It was against everything she was fighting for! Feeling a stab of guilt, Sasha tried to slip back out through the door she held open, but she was caught. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE? DID YOU FOLLOW ME?” Sasha turned around. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. If she was surprised by the nursery, it was nothing compared to what she saw now. Crystal was…she was dressed in a… what the hell! It caught her so off guard she let go of the door and it slammed shut with a heavy clank. “I…I was just leaving.” Sasha stuttered out. She had never seen Crystal looked so pissed. “The hell you were! Great job, moron, you just locked yourself in here for the weekend!” “The weekend! This is supposed to be an hour!” “Yeah, an hour on the other side of the door! Time works differently on this side! This side is 48 hours until the door re-opens! That’s how the fear chamber works!” Sasha gulped. She was in trouble now. She pinched her eyes shut before looking back up. “What are you wearing? Is that a…?” “Shut up. It’s training.” She insisted, with her arms crossed over her chest. “Training for what? The hell this is a fear chamber! What are you afraid of? Cuddly stuffed animals? This is a trucking pleasure room!” Damn auto correct! So hard to be serious when you can’t swear. She held up the brochure from her pocket. She watched as Crystal’s face burned bright red. “If you knew it was a pleasure room WHY DID YOU FOLLOW ME?” Crystal yelled back after she got her bearings. “I… I was…” “Snooping.” Crystal glared. “Ugh! Might as well make yourself comfortable, you’re going to be here for a while.” “So this is where you sneak off to? Why…why are you dressed like a…” She looked Crystal up and down. Her hair was tied up in a fountain on the top of her head. She wore a purple shirt with monkeys on it holding hands, which snapped in between her legs and purple socks. And she was wearing a… She shook her head in disbelief. She would have been less surprised to walk in to find her tied to a bed. “Look it’s… just…I don’t want to talk about it. “ Crystal said, as she hung her head down. “ Sometimes I like to just…be little.” “Look, it’s whatever, you’ve got a fetish, big deal.” “It’s not like that; it’s-” “Crystal, honey, who’s your friend?” Sasha turned around to find a giant woman leaning over them. Her mouth hung open. “M…mom?” She looked back at Crystal for answers to find her with her head down. The pieces were starting to come together. “You sick, fudge!” Sasha tackled her to the ground. “How dare you use my mom to fulfill your weird sexual fantasies!” “GET OFF ME!” Crystal yelled. She over threw Sasha and dug her elbow into her stomach. Sasha grabbed onto Crystal’s hair and began to pull. “Oww oww oww, Let go of me!” “You let go!” Crystal grabbed one of Sasha’s legs and bent it at a weird angle. “AHH!!” “KNOCK IT OFF, BOTH OF YOU!” Sasha felt herself get picked up in the air by the giant Heather, and saw Crystal thrashing around in the other arm. “You leave your sister alone!” They both stopped fighting and looked at each other. Sister? Wasn’t she just asking who Sasha was? “I think a time out for both of you is in order.” A time out? Was she serious? She looked around the room. Suddenly there was now two cribs instead of one. Sasha felt herself get lowered into one of the cribs and watched Crystal put into the other. She stood up and looked. The bars were high over her head. How was this possible? She tried to jump, but she wasn’t even close. The bars seemed to stretch to impossible heights. “If I hear either one of you fighting, you’re going over my knee.” And with that, the giant Heather left the room. “Did my mother just threaten to spank me?” Sasha asked, to break the awkward silence that fell between them. “Yep.” Crystal said. “Look, about what’s going on.” “Do I really want to know why my mom’s here?” Sasha asked, as she rolled onto her stomach. “She’s my mom too.” Crystal mumbled. “Remember?” To be honest, she hadn’t really thought of it that way. “The only memory I have of her is rejecting me. She was scared of me, Sasha. She chose you and got rid of me. So sometimes, I like to pretend I was chosen.” “Why as a baby? Why couldn’t you imagine hanging out with her as just you?” “I didn’t know what to expect when I first came here to be honest. I thought we’d just sit down and have dinner and talk. But when I opened the door the first time. It was this. And I…like it. It was awkward at first, but I don’t have to stumble over trying to think of what to say. In a weird way, I find it comforting. It’s not some sexual fantasy, it’s just, I’ve been so…” “Lonely?” “Yeah,” Crystal mumbled. A few minutes passed by in silence. “Hey, Crystal-“ “Please don’t,” “Crystal…” “I know this is weird for you, but-“ “Crystal! I have to go to the bathroom!” Sasha yelled. “Oh, umm. Yeah, there aren’t any of those here.” Crystal said, as she sat up in her crib. “MOMMY!” “Seriously? Mommy?” Sasha asked. “She has selective hearing.” Crystal explained with a shrug. “Won’t come unless you call her that. It’s almost like she can’t understand you unless you say it first.” “Are you two ready to behave now?” Heather asked, reappearing in the doorway. The both of them nodded. She came and grabbed Crystal first and set her on the floor. When she grabbed Sasha, she tried to ask about a bathroom, but she was ignored and set on the floor. “I told you that won’t work.” Crystal said. “Mommy, she’s not wearing a diaper.” Sasha sent her a dirty look. “Of course she is, honey, no one would send a baby without a-“ She stopped mid sentence when she patted Sasha’s butt. “Oh, dear. Thank you for telling mommy before she made a mess! We need to fix her before she has an accident.” “I really don’t need a diaper! A toilet would be fine!” Sasha insisted, but she was once again ignored. She thrashed when she saw the changing table coming into view. “Crystal, help me!” “Just go with it!” Sasha pouted as she was laid down on the table. She drew the line though when she felt her uniform getting taken off. Oh no no no! She squirmed and trashed, but all that did was earn her getting strapped down. “Please stop!” She begged. She shivered in the cold when her uniform was completely pulled away. “Oh no, you’re much too young for these. Looks like someone was trying to play dress up.” Sasha moaned when she felt her underwear getting pulled down her legs. “Please no!” Sasha begged. The woman bent down to grab something from under the table and appeared with a plastic puffy looking thing. Next thing she knew her legs were in the air, before being set back down. She shut her eyes tight and waited for it to be over. There was lots of crinkling and hands near places she wanted no hands. And then it was over. She felt the straps around her come undone and she was helped into a blue shirt that stopped on the edge of the diaper. She frowned as Crystal smirked from her place on the rug. “It’s what you get for following me.” Crystal said, once Sasha was sat down. She stuck her tongue out, but heard her butt get smacked. “You play nice with your sister.” Heather said before sitting on a nearby couch. Sasha sighed and looked at the toys on the floor. Little kid stuff. She picked up a stuffed lion and squeezed it as she rocked back and forth. “What now?” Crystal asked, looking up from her coloring book. “Gotta go.” Sasha moaned. “Yeah, so what’s the problem?” “No way, NO WAY!” Sasha said. “I’m getting out of here!” “Good luck reaching the door.” Crystal said, as she went back to coloring a picture of a garden. Sasha looked to the door. What did she mean, it was just on the other side of the room. She took a few steps, but she felt no closer. She quickened her pace, with the diaper on her waist swishing with every step. She broke into a run, but the door stayed just a few feet in front of her. Exhausted, she stopped to catch her breath. It felt like she had just run a mile straight! This wasn’t possible! “You done?” She looked behind her to find Crystal on the floor only a few feet behind her, the garden now colored in. Sasha moaned as collapsed next to her. She felt like she was going to burst! She looked around the room, with her hands planted firmly between her legs as she shuffled about. The potted plant in the corner of the room was looking more and more like a viable option. “You still trying to hold it?” Sasha grumbled in response. “It’s really not that bad.” Sasha gave her a horrified look. “Did you really? When?” “While you were running in place. You’re just going to make a mess if you let it all out at once.” Sasha let out a moan as she stood up and bent over. No way, she hated being wet! She moved towards the plant in the corner of the room pleased to see it was coming closer with each step. “Seriously? Not the fichus! What did it ever do to you?” Crystal said, sounding amused as she watched to see how it played out. Sasha tried to undue the tapes, but her hands were shaking too much. She squirmed and moaned as she danced from foot to foot. “No, honey, don’t touch!” Heather said, once she saw what Sasha was trying to do. Sasha let out a yelp as she moved about in the woman’s large arms. Argh! No! She was holding her in place! She whimpered and tried to grab herself. Heather saw Crystal watching and said, “Don’t worry, sweetie, your sisters fine. She’s just too young to realize what’s wrong. Babies get fussy right before they go potty. She’ll feel better in a minute.” Crystal smirked as she saw the horrified look on Sasha’s face as Heather put her knee between her legs and started lightly bouncing her. No! At this rate she was done for! Should’ve peed in the fichus when she had the chance. They say those things need lots of watering. “It’s alright, sweetie, you’ll be all better soon.” Heather whispered in her ear. Her knee bounced her rhythmically. The pressure was too much! She was going to lose it! She let out a strained whimper as she felt herself start to pee in the padding under her. She felt the diaper growing warm and expanding as her fake mother’s knee kept the material pressed against her. It felt so weird! “There you go, that’s a good girl.” She said, as she stopped the bouncing and rubbed her back instead as she waited for her to finish. “Don’t look.” Sasha begged, barely over a whisper. She stared ahead of her with dead eyes and a blank expression. Just be over already, she thought. “Uh-oh” she heard before she was suddenly lifted into the air and held away at arms length. She could feel liquid leaking down her legs and saw drops fall onto the floor underneath her. She wasn’t even done yet! She couldn’t stop it! It continued to leak and fall into the floor in a steady trickle as it pattered softly onto the hard wood floor. When all was quiet she reluctantly made eye contact with Crystal. She was sprawled out laughing her ass off. “I…I told you not to let it out all at once,” Crystal said, when she finally caught her breath. “Oh my. Someone sure had to go!” Heather said. Kill me now. “Well, now I know not to use disposables on you!” Sasha was laid back down on the table, the soaked padding squishing under her. She turned her head and saw the damage she had done to her mother’s dress. She couldn’t help but let out a snicker. “Oh you think that’s funny, do you?” She said, before her fingers attacked Sasha’s sides. She squealed as she tried to fight it off. What was she doing to her? Why did it feel so funny? Was she…laughing? Finally she stopped and Sasha was able to catch her breath. What in the world was that? “Wait till she scratches your back, then you’ll see why I come here.” Crystal said. Heather took out something different than last time from underneath the table, before stuffing the insides full of a white material. “This should hold things better.” After she was changed, Heather set her down on the sofa and Crystal crawled over and climbed up next to her. “What’s in your mouth?” Crystal took it out and showed her. “What is it?” “You suck on it.” Crystal explained. “Kinda nice, but hurts your mouth after awhile.” “Would you girls like to watch a movie?” She held in her hands two bottles before handing one to each of them. Sasha inspected it while Crystal shoved it into her mouth and started drinking. She really does like it here. Sasha shrugged and started drinking it as well. It was slow going, but finally she managed to get a mouthful of milk. When Heather turned on the tv she nearly spit it out. “Enjoy your movie, girls.” She said before leaving. Sasha let out a whimper. “You gonna be ok?” Crystal asked, a bit worried. She turned her head to find Sasha’s eyes full of tears before she ducked and hid in a ball. “Sasha…c’mon…I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was going to put on My Little Pony.”
  25. Admittedly unsure of where to post it, but I wanted to share this regardless. Apologies in advance. This is something I found while surfing Castlage. It's a flash game that, considering I know zero Japanese, is without context to me. The best way I can summarize is something along the lines of: "Brunette schoolgirl (think her name is Mai) is at a concert, when a lesbian begins to sexually harass her. Unfortunately, Mai also desperately needs to use the restroom. It's your job to decide whether Mai will triumph or falter from this woman's 'techniques' and wet herself!" I tried. Enjoy! http://castlage.com/01/12serviceshotflash10.html