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Matilda the Bear By Horatio Husky Commission for ArtMckinley Chapter I. Matilda inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as the night air of the forest filled her spirit lungs and nostrils with a sweet, damp scent. The leaves and branches crunched satisfyingly underneath her large foot paws as she walked along her usual midnight stroll, the bottom of her dress billowing beneath her but above the dew covered grass, keeping itself away from its moisture. The being had dressed herself in a maternal looking apron on top of her dress, resembling the image of a motherly caretaker from decades past. She always had a habit of taking a while to catch up to modern fashions, and enjoyed staying a little behind in the times. Her figure was still intimidating despite her motherly appearance, long brown hair, a towering height of well over seven feet, and as with most females bear spirits she bore heavy set breasts and large arms and legs. As a spirit, however, she wasn’t bothered by her appearance, and fully embraced her largeness with a positive personality. Not to mention, she had other worries than how she looked. Her concerns were with the locals and their relation to the forest, keeping sure that each stayed where they belonged and didn’t bother each other too much. That’s when the car with its brights on and music blaring decided to park by the side of the road bordering the forest, her ears perked up, and she followed the source of the noise. Goodness me! If this is Tom again getting home late and drunk his wife isn’t the only one that is going to have strong words with him, she thought to herself annoyedly, remembering how one of the locals had a bad habit of drinking and driving, and how on multiple occasions she had to nurse him back to health herself. The distinct smell of booze was in the air as she approached, her sensitive nostrils picking up a few other choice scents as she drew closer. Are those teenagers out again sleeping with each other away from their parents? Goodness me the youth today truly are shameless! At last she stood next to the car by the passenger side window, she leaned over and peeked inside. Much to her horror, the scene before her was uglier than any she had seen before. Covered in sweat and runny make-up a girl who looked to be in her early twenties lay in the driver’s seat, her breath reeking of alcohol as she moaned to herself loudly, her right hand stuck in the front of her pants working its way in and out of what Matilda presumed to be her unspeakables. Several black highlights were present in her dirty blonde hair, and she was clad in what was in Matilda’s opinion, “Scant, modern rags.” “What do you think you’re doing, young lady? Do you know what time it is? And goodness gracious, do you have any idea how naughty this behavior is! Drunk and touching yourself in the middle of the forest, tsk tsk. You do know that it's a school night and the squirrel kids have to be up bright and early to go to their nut-gathering classes! And don’t even get me started on the birds and worms!” The young woman started at first, turning to gaze at the forest spirit and narrowing her eyes, having difficulty focusing on her blacked out state. Suddenly comprehension dawned on her incapacitated state of mind, and she let out a yelp. “BEAR! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP THERE’S A BEAR OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!” She fumbled with her keys to get them into the ignition, but Matilda was too quick for her. “You’re not going anywhere tonight young lady, you’re coming with me!” Before she realized what was happening, the bear had walked around the front of the car, opened the driver’s seat, and gently extricated the young lady from her car. Cradling her gently in her arms, she entered into a brisk walk back into the forest towards her home, the young lady blinking and trying to come to her senses while the world spun around her. “L-let me go! I don’t want to be eaten! W-why are you talking anyway… What are you… You’re a bear!” The young woman’s words slurred, which only added to Matilda’s disapproval, “Your behavior is absolutely inappropriate, young lady, a fine thing such as yourself has so much more potential in this world. Ladies like you should be in school learning to make the world a better place, not ravaging through drink and self-indulgence! And if not school you should be finding yourself a husband or wife! This really doesn’t suit you.” The young woman was now utterly confused. Why is this bear talking to me like she’s my mom? Did somebody slip something into my drink and now I’m hallucinating? Before long the party of two had arrived at Matilda’s cottage, a humble looking abode with smoke coming out of a chimney in the back and a comfortable looking porch in the front. “Let’s get you cleaned up now and perhaps something warm in your stomach, if it can handle it. How does that sound, kitten?” ‘Kitten’ blinked her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing. The inside of the cottage looked nothing like she expected it too. They hadn’t entered a one room building like she expected, but they were now standing in the front hallway of what looked to be quite a large house. As her blurry vision cleared slightly, she saw a staircase leading up to a second floor, and several rooms connecting to each other on the first floor including a kitchen, living room, and what she presumed to be a dining room. “How… What… Wh-” “Hush now dearest, we need to get you cleaned up and in your crib! It’s way past your bed-time.” The young lady was now utterly confused, and almost completely convinced that what she was experiencing was either a hallucination or a drunkenly induced dream. “I’m never drinking again…” she muttered to herself, rather unconvincingly. “Well that’s a start at least! There’s plenty of other things I’ll be training out of you, but that's the one that’s definitely near the top of the list!” After wiping her foot-paws on the rug near the front of the door and locking the door behind her, the bear carried her charge up the stairs of her home and turned a corner, leading them into a white, spacious bathroom. Patterns of smiling ducks, sailors, and beach animals decorated the walls, and a large bathtub in the corner decorated the interior of the bathroom space. Before she had time to marvel at how clean and pristine the bear kept the place looking, Kitten found the bear was now tugging at her clothing, stripping her down naked. “What are you doing!? D-don’t take my clothes off!” The bear stopped for a moment, a patient expression on her muzzle as she set the girl down on the counter. Adopting a chiding tone, she explained, “Now now little one, I can’t get you cleaned up if you’re still wearing all this icky clothing! Not to mention they’re not fit for somebody as pretty as you. Be good now!” She shook her head, still protesting, “Stop touching my clothes you stupid bitch, I told you I didn’t want your help!” Suddenly the world shifted and turned almost upside down. Before she knew it, she was lying stomach down in the bear’s lap. “What are you- OWW!” Whap! went Matilda’s paw as she spanked her charge’s now exposed behind. She cried out, much to her own surprise as tears poured down her cheeks. Matilda tutted under her breath and continued to rhythmically deliver punishment onto her kitten’s behind. “Now look what I have to do, I don’t like giving spankings but you have simply given me no choice. I bet your mother would not approve of the potty mouth that you have developed either!” At this point the girl was now sobbing, snot coming out of her nostrils as the tears further smudged her already spread make-up. Matilda’s ears perked up, as she heard the human mutter and babble out what sounded like a pitiful apology. She quirked an eyebrow, and paused a little longer before she delivered the next smack on the quickly reddening cheeks of her charge. Well that was quick… She seems to be pretty malleable in this state… Hmm… Perhaps…? Speaking in a clear voice, she paused after her 19th spank and addressed the pitiful looking girl in her lap in an authoritative tone. “Now then, are you going to be speaking like that to Mama Bear ever again? Or do I have to show you more of what girls with potty mouths get?” Practically blubbering, the young woman shook her head and managed to stammer out, “N-no… I’m not going to s-speak like that to you again… P-promise!” She spoke, her words intermixed with hiccups and shaking sobs. Matilda realized that she was barely lucid as she lay completely still and limp in her lap, unable to resist the punishment that she had been delivering on her bare behind. She continued, maintaining the same dominating tone of voice as she further chastised, “I thought so! Drinking and touching yourself and staying out late at night, not to mention driving under the influence! You’ve been a very, very naughty girl and you’re going to get even more spanking if you keep this up! You’re lucky I’m letting you off tonight because you’re tired and probably are in great need of a bath and a good night’s sleep! Are you going to behave for me while I clean you up, young lady?” Nodding emphatically, the girl continued to sob and pant in Matilda’s lap. Matilda gently lifted her charge up and laid her head against her shoulder, standing up and supporting her underneath her bottom as she did so. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” Gently carrying her over to the bathtub she deposited her inside, turning the water on and tugging off the young woman’s shirt, the last of the clothing that she had been wearing. “Now, what should we call you?” Matilda mused to herself out loud, as she turned on the warm water and adjusted the girl’s body into a rough sitting position, pouring some shampoo into the water as it began to rise up around her legs. “Hmm… I think Annie would suit you quite nicely, don’t you think so dear?” Annie’s eyes fluttered in response, and she groaned softly, her brow furrowing in a contorted, pained expression. A second trickle sounded in the air, and Matilda quickly realized that her blacked out charge was now adding her own urine to the bathwater. “Goodness me! It’s a good thing we got you in the bath before you soiled yourself! We’re going to have to do something about that if you’re going to be sleeping on my bed sheets! Now, I should still have the nursery set up.” Turning off the faucets she drained the bath before turning on the hot water once more. Retrieving a large rag she dipped it into the steaming water and started to gently wash the girl’s body, holding her various limbs and taking great care that her washing felt soft and gentle. The bear began to hum a tune under her breath as she worked away, speaking softly and cooing over Annie as she washed the make-up from her face and dabbed at her sensitive bits, ensuring that she was clean from top to bottom. “That should do it, all squeaky clean! Let’s get you dried then.” She turned off the water and pulled the plug, letting the bathwater and soap suds swirl away as she picked Annie up and out of the tub, laying her down on a towel she had spread on the bathroom floor. Annie could barely comprehend what was happening to her as Matilda ruffled her short, tomboyish hair in a towel and wrapped her up in the one she was laying on. Satisfied that she was dry, the bear scooped her up, still wrapped in the towel and carried her out of the bathroom. Walking down the hallway she took a left before she entered a room that Annie thought must have been a figment of her imagination. It looked like a regular nursery, except every piece of furniture, toys, and even the diapers beneath the changing table seemed to be oversized. Annie blinked twice, her vision still blurry, and a singular thought bubbled up to the surface of her drunken mind, “I crashed my car, hit my head, and now I’m seeing things…”

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

Chapter 1 Scott could hardly contain his giddiness as he turned his steering wheel to make a left at the intersection. After several weeks of careful planning, scheming, checking, and rechecking, he finally had a free weekend for himself. He had spent those weeks ordering discrete packages filled with supplies of a particular nature and tinkering in his garage on a device that he hoped would be able to fulfill his wildest fantasies. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he put his blinker on and changed lanes, wanting to get home as soon as legally possible. Scott had had a great week at work, his boss had been admiring the white leopard's progress for a while now. He had recently designed a filing system that, according to his calculations, had increased the company’s data storage system by a whole 12.4%. The subsequent increase in efficiency had also increased his paycheck to a much sizable amount, which he had recently been putting to good use. Scott was a brilliant engineer and computer programmer, his passion for creation had brought him to work for Sky-TEC industries, a company that specializes in creating computers whose processing power and ability to complete tasks in incredibly low amounts of time had brought them up to one of the best technology companies in the world. But as brilliant as this company was, Scott was just a little bit more brilliant. Scott had quite unmistakably come into contact with a piece of technology that was top secret and incredibly powerful. Many would use it for great evil, while some might use it to achieve near indestructibility. Scott however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. Scott had some very private tendencies that he had never shared with anyone since he was a child. Specifically, he loved indulging in infantile fantasies, imagining himself just like a little kid again. From feeling the warmth of a freshly soaked diaper, to the pleasurable struggle of being put in bondage whilst wearing a soiled diaper, unable to do anything about his current predicament, to the wonderful childlike freedom of just wearing a diaper and t-shirt whilst watching children's shows on TV. Scott had spent a good amount of time imagining exactly what he'd love to do to or by himself if he had the time and resources to fulfill his fantasies. Fantasies that he hoped would be fulfilled very soon. Scott pulled into the driveway of his comfortable little home. It wasn't anything special, he had little furnishings to decorate it with, but it had what he liked to consider an "aesthetical amount of space". He turned off the engine, grabbed his shoulder bag, and exited the car, walking into his garage. He flicked on the lights, and as the light bulbs blinked awake the device that he'd spent months on putting together sat on his workshop table. To put it bluntly, Scott had been programming a device that would essentially stop time itself. Through a combination of biotechnology, an improbability-engine, and a calculator that essentially worked on the whimsical nature of the polarity of electrons whirling around in titanium atoms in the contraption, the device was able to access the particular genetic code of the user and ignore all cells with the sequence, then continue to all other organic matter and inorganic matter and "freeze them in place". Scott didn't fully understand it, but he knew how to put the parts together and calibrate the machine. One might think that experimenting with such a device would be incredibly risky, but Scott had that figured out as well. He had coded in a fail-safe into the device. If a large amount of cells of the individual who had activated the device began to shut down at a rapid enough pace indicating possible death, it would essentially reverse the freezing process restoring reality to normal. Scott picked up the device with baited breath. It didn't look like anything special, like a TV remote except with fewer buttons and what looked like more volume controls. He connected his phone to the remote and fed it information about the current time, position of earth relative to the sun, and relative temperatures around the world. He hoped that the device would be able to send out the proper frequency into the molecules around it, setting off the time freezing reaction properly. He knew that if it failed, it may fail spectacularly, possibly even harming him despite the fail safe. A green light on the device shone, indicating that it was ready to be activated. He closed his eyes, pressed his eyes shut, and pushed a large red button with his finger. A loud rushing sound echoed through his ears, he fell backwards sputtering and coughing, he felt as if everything in a single part of his body was getting lightly tickled with electricity, he yelled in alarm, but before he could yell for more than a second it all stopped. Scott looked around. Everything looked. . . normal. He went over to the garage switch and pressed it, a whirring sound came from the door as it opened. He padded outside and his jaw dropped. Birds hung eerily in the air, much like bricks don't. Leaves stood stalk still, frozen as a gust of wind was blowing through it. Scott fanned himself with a paw experimentally, looking at it as he felt the air particles against his whiskers and fur. He had done it. He had created a device that stopped time. It stopped time for everything and everyone! Everyone, except him. Scott hooted and hollered! He started running down the street, passing cars with passengers in them halfway through a sip of coffee, forming a word as they talked on the phones, or smiling jaws and maws agape as they sang to their favorite car songs. Scotts saw planes and clouds, unmoving in the sky, felt the warmth of the sun on his fur as it peeked behind a cloud, permanently, until adjusted by the remote of course. Scott stopped running in the middle of an intersection and turned around and around, taking in the view. He laughed, joyous that he had achieved something that most thought was only possible in sci-fi movies and fantasy novels. Suddenly, he remembered why he had gone so ridiculously out of his way with his invention. He turned tail sprinted back to his house and got quickly inside, closing his door, not bothering to lock it. Who would try bothering him now if every ‘who’ was frozen in time? He walked inside his sparsely furnished living room and opened one of the brown boxes he had sitting there. A fresh waft of baby powder and ointment met his feline nostrils as he admired the contents of the box. Within it lay several large, fluffy adult diapers, each themed with little cartoons of various baby animals wearing diapers. Some looked sleepy, others laughed in joy, while still others were too busy with a toy to do anything else. Scott shuddered with excitement and let out a shaky sigh. Finally, I can unwind like I've always wanted to. He thought, as his tail twitched in anticipation. He looked at the other boxes, knowing that what they contained would only increase the amount of fun he was about to have. He grinned, and speaking aloud to no one said, “It’s going to be a good weekend."

This is where I'll be posting written works not made by me, but an anonymous friend that's also keen on sharing peefics to you all. Will be updated overtime. Miranda: Manager Mishap "Ahhh, barely made it!" Miranda sighed with relief the moment she looked down at her car stereo upon pulling into the Burger-Tron parking lot. Ten minutes late. Not bad considering the rush she was in after drastically oversleeping, and certainly not the worst it had ever been. It had come at the cost of being out the door as soon as she was dressed, but surely that would be the worst thing to happen to her today. Still, being late meant angering her employees should they wait too long for her to come unlock the fast food joint. As she rounded the corner to the front of the building she saw the annoyed faces of Paulo, James, and all the other employees under her watch. She hated to see what a few more minutes of delay would do to them. "Sorry guys, may or may not have overslept a little," Miranda explained, stifling a yawn and the urge to say 'a lot' instead. Retrieving the keychain from her pocket, she wasted no time in getting the building unlocked and letting everyone inside. As soon as the lights were turned on the group headed to the break room, where BT-branded caps and aprons were put on to the tune of friendly chit-chat and the music of the early morning radio. Once everyone was ready, they gathered round the central table while Miranda started barking orders. "Alright, James, there's a ton of trash piled up around the store, you're on trash duty. Allison, Claire, get the kitchen ready. Paulo, get the dining area cleaned up. Bill, soda fountains. Morning commuters will be here any minute." No complaints, they had all heard this before. Everyone started scrambling to work except for James. "Just need the key to the back door." Miranda tossed the entire keychain at him. "Here, go nuts, I got plenty of stuff to do myself." "You sure? I just need the on-" but Miranda neither heard nor cared. Thus, the team descended upon the restaurant, fixing it up at breakneck speed to be ready for the rush of commuters seeking a quick breakfast or at least a coffee. Miranda went around checking in on everyone periodically, while otherwise performing miscellaneous, but no less important tasks such as preparing the cash register. Her early morning rush had put them all in a bit of a hurry, but as long as the kitchen and drive thru line were up and ready soon, the rest would be smooth sailing. In the midst of it all, Miranda found the time to make herself a cup of coffee, as she was still a little conked out from having to leave her house so fast. No time for breakfast, no time for a shower, no time to brush her teeth... ...No time to use the bathroom. With a twinge of embarrassment, Miranda suddenly noticed the tight feeling in her abdomen. Perhaps she should've at least put aside the time for a toilet break before she left; her bladder was unpleasantly full. With an annoyed grunt, Miranda gulped the rest of the coffee, tossing the empty cup into one of the many garbage cans yet to be emptied, and hurried off to the bathroom to take care of this minor inconvenience. Stepping down the hallway, Miranda parked herself in front of the female bathroom and turned the knob, only to find it refused to budge. Confusion turned to a slight jolt of fear as she tried it a few times, only to determine the bathrooms had yet to be unlocked yet. No matter, she thought, reaching for the keychain on her belt. "Goddammit..." she huffed under her breath. Miranda's bladder protested, having not expected such a delay. Ugh, where's James at, she thought, heading down the hall to the restaurant's rear door, only to hear her name called. "Yo, you're needed at the drive thru register, customers are starting to arrive!" Paulo called to her from the other end of the hallway. Miranda turned around to stare at him blankly for a moment, realizing the sudden predicament she was in. "...Alright, I'm coming," she replied. It was an unfortunate coincidence, but one she had to deal with. There was no time to go find James, customers were more important than a bathroom break she didn't really need anyway. Indeed, as she headed to her work station, the urge to relieve herself was swiftly forgotten. She would of course need to go sooner or later, but that could easily wait until James finished up and brought her the keys. Service with a smile till then. ===== "Th-thank you, come again!" Miranda called through her earpiece, blushing as she noticed the stutter in her voice. Peeking through the window, she saw the drive thru empty for the time being and carefully whipped out her phone to check the time. She bit her lip, slightly surprised to see she hadn't even been behind the register a half hour yet. It felt like it had easily been twice as long, and not just because of the monotony of the job. Who would've guessed that sitting behind a counter doing little of anything would eventually allow her mind to wander to the fact she needed to pee. Miranda subtly squeezed her thighs in response. It helped, but she still had to pee quite badly. A toilet break was in order as soon as practicable, and she was still nowhere close to being on break. Not that she couldn't leave at all, but getting somewhere to cover for her at the busiest time of morning was not an easy feat. Gritting her teeth, Miranda could only sit there, silently suffering, while another customer pulled up and started to place an order. Eventually, Paulo found himself without anything to do, having finished wiping down the main dining room. There was still plenty yet to be done, but for Miranda it meant a chance to call him over. "Think you could cover me for a moment?" Miranda asked, trying to hide the urgency in her voice, "I need to, uh...check on James." "Uh, I think so." "Great!" Miranda strained, tearing herself away to quickly yet inconspicuously head off towards the bathrooms. She hoped, yet doubted they had been unlocked yet, in which case she'd need to find James, but that wouldn't take too much more time, and she thankfully wasn't completely desperate yet. Coming to the bathroom door yet again, Miranda hopefully tried it, but once again it proved out of order. Her bladder throbbed, and she hurried away to find James. Just wait for him out by the dumpster, retrieve the keychain, and she'd be in business. The only concern was how long it would take if he wasn't already there. This would quickly prove to be the least of her worries for the moment, as a sudden foreign voice in her ear called “Hello?”. In her rush to leave her post, she had kept her earpiece on. The earpiece connected to the drive thru's speakers. An earpiece Paulo neither had, nor had been given an opportunity to retrieve. A customer was waiting while she selfishly sought out a bathroom, and Paulo was either oblivious or trying to figure out what to do. Miranda very nearly swore loudly into the mic, but managed to catch herself and instead choke out a rushed "Ah hello! W-welcome to Burger Tron, may I t-take your order?" while she practically sprinted back to the window, bladder protesting with each step, but otherwise forgotten. "Uh yeah, can I get uhhhh...two number nines...a number nine large..." began the voice on the other end, sounding like a gruff old dog who was perfectly content with taking his time. Miranda got back to the window and replaced Paulo well before the dog had finished his order, and stood there for about a minute after, listening to him drone on. "...one with cheese...and uhhhhh, a large soda." The customer finally finished. "Wh-what flavor soda?" Miranda asked, forcing a nervous grin. "Uhhh, you kids still have 'Booya Blast'?" "N-no sir, that was discontinued months ago." "Aww shit. What do you have then?" For fuck's sake... By the time the order had been taken, prepared, and handed off to the customer, Miranda found herself in a painful position. Whether it was the coffee or the nervousness or both, her bladder now painfully ached. Customers were starting to line up too, given plenty of time to build up behind the dog. Thankfully Paulo was still waiting patiently, and after apologizing profusely, Miranda passed the earpiece. "There, sorry. S-still need you to cover, also do you k-know where James is?" "Uh, saw him heading to the back door with another load of trash a minute ago." Finally, things were starting to look up. Miranda thanked him and ran off, hopefully for the last time, in the direction of her salvation. Every step caused her bladder to slosh around, and she began seriously holding herself once out of sight to try avoiding an unfortunate accident. She stepped carefully, but speed was more important at this stage of the game. By the time she arrived at the back door, she nearly doubled over, squeezing her thighs relentlessly to regain control, before pushing the door open. "JAMES, KEYS!" James had been hovering over a bag of trash attempting to tie it, and the sudden outburst from his superior made him jump. He looked over at her, but quickly realized something else and returned to the bag with a look of fear on his face. "James, what are you doing?!" She demanded, expecting him to do literally anything else. "I'm sorry!" he called, "but I think I just dropped the keys in the bag!" "You WHAT?!" she nearly yelled. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you made me jump and I lost my grip!" he apologized again, frantically digging through the bag. This was perhaps the worst turn of events Miranda could've had that day. She could've been doubling back to the bathroom by now, keys in hand. Instead, she had inadvertently caused the employee trusted with them to drop them into a metaphorical haystack, and now stood there watching while she furiously gripped her crotch and resisted the urge to potty dance. A number of poor decisions had led to this moment, and now she was paying the price. She just wished it wouldn't end the way she expected it. "I'll...be by the b-bathrooms," she choked out. "Bring them th-there when you...f-find them." Miranda was sure the desperation in her voice was obvious, as though her strange poses didn't give James enough of a hint, but that didn't matter anymore. She just hoped and prayed this would only take a second as she carefully doubled back. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. There was no chance of it working, and it would be slightly embarrassing if she was caught, but anything was better than wetting her pants at this point. With a shaky hand, she reached for the doorknob to the men's bathroom. With a shaky breath she turned it, and was never more delighted for a doorknob to work in her entire life. For reasons beyond her knowledge, or care, the men's room just happened to be unlocked. Questions would come later, right now she needed to GO. Miranda's rush to the toilet was a blur, but in a flash she managed to get the door closed and the light on before starting on undoing her lower garments. She remembered the apron around her front side, and began furiously and awkwardly tearing it off, tossing it on the floor once it was off. In that time she barely began to lose control, small drops of urine coming out into her panties. On the absolute verge of losing it, Miranda tore down everything around her waist and slammed her quivering ass on the freshly cleaned toilet. "Hhhhhooooohhhhhhhhh..." Miranda moaned loudly as she finally relaxed. Fresh urine began gushing from her tortured bladder, splashing loudly in the toilet bowl and filling the entire bathroom with an almost hissing sound. The stress of the situation rapidly drained away into the toilet, while the ache in her deflating bladder disappeared too. Composing herself, Miranda let out a much quieter and more dignified huff of relief as she leaned forward on the toilet and rested her elbows on her lap. Peeing furiously, Miranda allowed herself to relax, sitting there contentedly while she listened to the noisy ‘pppwfffsshhhh’ of her bladder emptying. She urinated close to a full minute, before the final drops fell into the yellow-tinted bowl. Sighing one last time, she looked down to inspect the damage. A small damp spot was left on her panties which wouldn't be comfortable, but would dry quickly and hadn't been given the chance to soak through anything else. Reaching behind, Miranda flushed the toilet and swiftly returned her pants and underwear to their proper position. Grabbing her apron off the floor, she fixed it up and put it back on, then went over to the sinks to wash her hands, remembering the health & safety sign that had been burned into her brain at this point. Feeling much more refreshed, and with a small spring in her step, Miranda left the bathroom, nearly bumping into James who had been standing around awkwardly with the keys in his hand. "Oh, there you are! I'm so sorry again, here's the keys, thankfully it didn't take me too long to find...them..." he trailed off, noticing where she had come from. "Uh, did you?" he wondered aloud, realizing immediately after what a poor decision it was to ask. "I mean-" "It's fine," Miranda huffed. "These things happen." “I’m sorry,” James spoke dolefully, “It’s my fault for not opening that door earlier today. I was rushing to use the bathroom myself and forgot to unlock the other one and…” "You're fine James,” cutting off his ongoing excuse, “Most of it was my fault anyway." Grabbing the keychain from his hand, she began carefully and wordlessly retrieving the only key James was in need of. As she prepared to hand it back to him, she glared at him coldly. "None of this ever happened, got it?" He laughed nervously. "Sure thing boss!"

Gently caressed in tucked blankets, the knocked out pup awakes from her long slumber. The world gradually filled itself in, eyes adjusting to the bright sun shining out from the cracked window. A drawn out moan filled the air, carrying the foul breath of alcohol and vomit. The intense rays were kryptonite, feeling incapacitated and down right sick. Turning to her side to face away from the radiance, her body lashed out from the previous night’s ordeal. Volumes of beer hijacking its host, causing a spasm of the bladder. Her daze became shock, unable to withstand the assault of piss, leaking on the mattress cover, enough to douse her legs and draw an island the size of a golf ball. Even after several hours since her last drop of liquor, her face blushed a crimson rose. Looking around the walls and bed, she knew this was not her home. Despite the urgency, the poisoning hindered Rachel’s movements. A weak toss of the sheets and first footing from bed, she nearly fell on the floor if not for landing back onto the bed. A bottle of booze collapsed alongside her, disturbing its rest by the misstep launching it forward into the wall with a bang. As if it cried, the remaining contents of the vessel wildly let loose on the floor. All the while, the sudden impact discharged another volley of piss droplets, hailing the wooden floor with more vile toxins. Clamping her legs together with the assistance of a free hand, her body got more soaked, but barely kept it all together. Her face turned sour, biting her lips in pain and frank disgust of her sodden state. “HhheeElllllllLLOOooooooooo,” the white dog cried wearily after making it out of the bedroom relatively unscathed. She could loosely remember the big birthday bash that happened last night, there had to be someone around, even then, this was someone’s trashed home. Looking down from the hallway she could see the living room in complete disarray, cushions thrown about, more discarded cans and bottles littering the house, even a couple of knocked out guests succumbing to a hangover. It would be nice to help clean all this up, but she had to clean herself up first. Continuing down the corridor, the bathroom was only a couple rooms away. Reaching into her mind, she remembered the line wrapping around to the stairway when she looked at the area. A small hic escaped as she tiptoed to the door. Not wasting any time to open it, she twisted and pulled the knob to hear a thud. Flabbergasted that it was unusable even now, Rachel bent her rear back and knocked, “Pleeeeeassssee huurrrrrrrrry.” Pounding more intensely as each second passed, she could not afford to wait much longer. Another wave riled up in her bulging bladder, stopping her rampant knocking and used everything she had in her to survive. Bending further into a squat, her face reached forward, smacking into the wall of wood in front of her. Her eyes pressed shut, she could feel a light shining on her face. Peeking them open, she saw the light inside the bathroom and then the leg of whoever was occupying the toilet. Their snore rang against the white dog’s big ears, taunting her to get through. Her sphincters won another round of defense, allowing her to try and barge through them. She needed that toilet, pushing her body against the sleepy lug with the door. But alas, her tiny frame did not allow her to prevail against someone twice her size. Unable to wake them or move their whole body, she had another risky plan. Using the gap available, she squeezed her head through and soon the rest of her body, climbing over their legs. Peeking in the room, Rach’s pupils shrank to see Matt. It was nice to see one of her besties, but not like this. As she raised her leg, a spurt came out with no warning. Rushing out of that perilous state, she jammed her foot down between the legs of the large cat and hurried to bring the other foot to the same spot. Finally in the bathroom, her pee could come out freely, disobeying Rachel’s will. Not now! She thanked a higher power for having him asleep for what she was about to do. The dam burst, she twisted her body and used her butt to make space between the man’s legs. Feeling flesh and steaming hot urine cascading down, her jaw agape followed a soothing sigh. Urine splashed all around, first hitting the tiled floor, then reaching the toilet seat briefly as her ass thrusted back to the man’s crotch; soon spraying his dick with yellow nectar along with the intended interior of porcelain. Basking in the heavenly feeling, letting go of all that unneeded pressure in her abdomen, her tail wagged, tickling the large man’s belly. If he had a snot bubble, it would pop there and then. Jolted awake, he felt foreign fur on his lower half and the steaming current from the waterfall emitting next to him. Matt shifted back before the wagging tail could make him giggle, to give her more space, and remove his penis from the splash zone. Lost in ecstasy, she couldn’t fathom what was happening behind her. He remained seated despite the sore feeling in his legs, his large figure would allow him to evade. Looking down, it was obvious who it was breaking his private time and personal space. A smirk formed, he closed his eyes and did his best impression of his snoring and sleep talked, “Moooom, fried chicken for breakfast?” His wit did not get through to Rachel, she was still in her own world of relief, her bloated bladder getting emptier by the second. Trying to get any reaction, Matt snored absurdly loud. Practically breaking her eardrums, Rachel regained consciousness of who was there. By instinct, she started to turn her head back, finding his head up to the ceiling and drool crawling down his chin. Convinced by his act, she turned back sighing, forcing the rest of her stored pee out, continuing a hissy stream. As the water below bubbled, the stench of alcohol ridden urine assaulted Matt’s nose, “Ughhh, why …. pair asparagus with fried chicken mom…” pinching his nostrils shut. Once again Rach looked back to the source of commentary, aware of his changed posture, “MATTIE!” she shrieked, “uh, good morning.” “Feeling better, my drunken queen?” He offers a roll of toilet paper. Almost tapped out of her natural beer, “Lots,” she pushes his hand away,” but my legs reek. Gonna take a shower when I’m done here.” “Not often I take two showers in one day, you got me good,” his crotch fur damp and separated. “Oh no! I’m really sorry Matt, I couldn’t hold it.” Droplets splashing the murky water, her urethra pushes out to make however many short streams to completely empty her bladder. Doing so while arching back gets some on Matt again. “Or aim, not like you can see where it’s going,” a tad ticked, but knows he can wash it off soon. Blushing at her piss poor aim, hitting him in the crossfire, “Oh hush!” Rachel gets up, finally allowing Matt to do the same and flush. Both looking at the shower, Matt offers her to go first, “I’ll start inspecting the damages and clean up what I can.” Leaving the room completely to herself, Rachel starts up the hot water. Without missing a beat, she could hear Matt’s expletive of how utterly trashed his beach house was.