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This is the first real story I've written outside of school, but I think I'm pretty good at writing so please be brutal with any criticisms to bring my ego down to the correct level. Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM Wendy woke up to a familiar, yet still disappointing feeling. She pulled away her sheets and looked down at her legs to confirm. Sure enough, there was a large dark spot on the sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light grey pajama pants. Wendy had wet the bed again. She sighed as she got out of bed to clean up. As she peeled off her wet panties, she glanced over to the corner in her closet that hid a small plastic package labeled "Goodnites." Her parents had managed to convince her to bring them to college, but she only wet once or twice a month, and felt that the protection they would provide on those nights wasn't worth feeling like a baby on all of the others. While Wendy didn't derive any positive emotions from wetting the bed, there was one upside to the situation, which was that she was able to get one of the coveted few "single rooms." Most freshmen were required to have a roommate, but all it took was a doctor's note and a few embarrassing conversations with various school faculty and Wendy was able to live by herself in a dorm room that had its own small bathroom. This was great for Wendy not only for the obvious reasons, but also because it gave her the privacy required to do what she does best. She pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden stick and pointed it at the wet pile of clothes and sheets on her bed. After uttering a few words in a language she only vaguely understands, Wendy flicked her wrist and the pile of dirty laundry no longer fit that description. Her now-exposed thighs, however, were still damp and a bit sticky, so she stepped in the shower to clean up. It was only then that Wendy realized just how frustrated she was with herself. "I'm in college now," she thought to herself, "why don't I have more control over my own body?" She let the water run down her naked body as she thought about what, if anything, she could do about this. The obvious solution was one that she had thought of many times before. In fact, it was what came to mind first whenever she had any problem whatsoever: magic. However, the number of spells she had access to was limited. She had already read through all of them even tangentially related to bladder control, and none of them were even close to what she needed. With that thought, she should have probably moved on to more mundane solutions, but something seemed to be stuck in the back of her mind. Due to the many visits to the doctor she had previously gone on, Wendy was intimately aware that part of the problem was the size and strength of her bladder. If she could fix that, her problem should go away. The issue is that spells that modify the human body are strictly forbidden for wizards under a certain age, due to the extreme complications that could arise (and had arisen many times before). Wendy, however, happened to know where her family kept the age-restricted spell books, and was just irritated enough to try something risky. That night, when her parents were asleep, she would finally stop her bedwetting for good. The Study - 11:49 PM Wendy cast a spell and stepped through her bathroom door into her father's study. Shelves of books lined the walls, but she didn't bother to glance at most of them; she knew where her target was. On the top of a shelf at the far end of the room sat a book mislabeled "Archeology for Dummies." Previous instances of snooping in this room had made her fully aware, however, that this book actually contained spells designed to modify human anatomy temporarily or permanently. It was entirely written in the same confusing, unintuitive language that spells were composed of, so finding the right spell would take some decoding. Around 30 minutes later, she had combed the table of contents enough to find a spell that just might work. It said something about making a single part of your body be "the same" as someone else's. Surely, all she had to do was pick someone with a stronger bladder, and she would be golden. Her best friend Kate seemed like a good fit. They were a similar height and weight, and Kate needed to use the bathroom much less frequently than Wendy. Wendy memorized the spell and started to put the book back on the shelf. "Wait," she thought to herself, "if I'm going to involve Kate in this, I need to make sure there's no way of it hurting her." She opened the book back up and checked a few things. After a few careful rereads and looking up some words, Wendy assured herself that the spell would only physically affect herself and that there wasn't a way for it to kill either of them. Content with that clarification, Wendy stepped through the bathroom door back to where it normally leads. She went to the bathroom, clearing out her bladder before what she had begun to think of as "the operation." She took off all of her clothes and stepped into the shower. Sometimes these things can get messy. With her wand pointed just below her belly button, she recited the spell while including "bladder," and Kate's full name in the appropriate spots. When the spell was finished, Wendy could feel a strange pressure in her body as her bladder started to change shape. She jumped a bit as a small squirt of pee forced its way out of her and splatted onto the shower floor. After a few seconds, however, she started to feel normal. "I hope that means it worked," she thought as she stepped out of the shower and got ready for bed. Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM - The Next Day Wendy woke up to a comfortable, dry bed and hoped that it wasn't just a coincidence. "I guess it might be a while before I know for sure," she thought to herself as she got up to go to the bathroom. She slid her panties off of her legs and sat down on the toilet. She started to pee as normal, but it felt slightly off. Even though the amount was the same, it almost felt like she was peeing twice at the same time. Maybe it was just her increased bladder capacity, or maybe she was simply overthinking things. Wendy wiped herself and started to change so she could get to class. Classroom 146 - 10:24 AM The day went by as it normally does for the most part, which was a good sign. Wendy sat in her introductory graphic design class, only half-listening to the lecture on color theory as she doodled idly in her notebook. "...the colors get warmer as...," the professor said as she realized her legs were also getting warmer. Horrified, she glanced down while trying not to draw attention to herself and tried to stop the flow. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do as warm urine spread out from between her legs. It soaked through the back of the navy-blue skirt that made up the bottom half of her school uniform and pooled into a puddle on her chair. It kept going, creeping down the chair leg and onto the floor by the time her bladder had finally emptied itself. Wendy didn't know what to do. She hadn't even needed to pee that badly. She felt the entire contents of her bladder soaking against her skin and had to hold back the urge to cry. Luckily, no one seemed to notice, so she sat in her chair, her face burning red as she waited for everyone else to leave. Eventually, everyone did leave, except for the professor. He would be staying in this room until his next class, and Wendy would have to walk right past him having clearly just peed all over herself. He looked to see why one of his students was still in their chair, and Wendy could tell from the empathetic concern on his face that he had noticed the mess. "I'll clean this up," she started to stutter, but he told her that a custodian would take care of it. Her face somehow turning even redder than before, she stumbled out of the classroom and into the bathroom to clean up. Then, as her thoughts finally had a chance to clear, an important one came into her mind: "Either Kate's bladder is a lot weaker than I thought it was, or I screwed up that spell." Kate's Dorm Room - 8:00 AM - Earlier that same day Kate woke up to an entirely unfamiliar feeling, one she had felt before but long forgotten about. She pulled away her sheets and looked down to see what it was. There was a large dark spot on her sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light pink panties. Kate had wet the bed for the first time since she was potty trained. She reached down between her legs and felt the moistness that confirmed it. Her roommate's bed was empty, and she desperately hoped that she hadn't seen what transpired in the night. She got out of bed and removed her sheets so she could wash them. Hallway - 10:23 AM As Kate was walking back from her second class, she was still thinking about what had happened that morning. It wasn't like she had been drinking or anything. Was she sick? She didn't feel sick, but just in case, she decided to go to the bathroom now, in case it would sneak up on her. She pulled down her skirt and panties and started to pee. "Yep, I think there's something wrong," she thought. It felt different from normal, in a way she couldn't quite place. It was almost as if she was peeing twice at the same time. "Wait, that doesn't even make any sense. I'm probably just overthinking things." Not too long after, she got a call from her best friend, Wendy. Kate frowned. Nine times out of ten, if Wendy was calling her in the middle of the school day, it was because she fucked up a spell. She had told Kate about the whole magic thing a while back, and frankly, sometimes it seemed like only negative things had come from it. Kate answered the phone and listened to the voice of a Wendy who had possibly just been crying. "Hey Kate, I think I messed up." Wendy explained the entire situation, and just as Kate was making the mental note that it was now ten times out of eleven, she realized something. "I think I know what is going on, can you meet me in the bad bathroom?" Bad Bathroom - 10:40 AM Wendy had completely understood what Kate meant by the "bad bathroom." It was the one bathroom on campus that barely ever had anybody in it because of how gross and allegedly haunted it was. The "haunted" rumor was made up and reinforced by Wendy, who had cast a few spells to ensure she could have a space in the classroom building that nobody would walk in on. The bathroom had two stalls, which was all Kate apparently needed to test her hypothesis. "Just sit on the toilet in that stall and don't do anything." Wendy did as she was told and pulled down her still damp skirt. A few seconds later, a small jet of pee burst out of her without warning. Curiously, the sound it made when it hit the toilet was also coming from the stall that Kate was in. "I've figured it out," she said over the wall of the stall, "we're sharing the same bladder!" Parking Lot - 2:00 PM - 2 Days later As Wendy waited with Kate and the rest of the volleyball team for the bus to show up, she thought about her bladder. She had managed to coordinate going to the bathroom with Kate via text to avoid any further accidents while she tried to find a solution. All she had found so far was how to change whose bladder she was sharing, but frankly that wouldn't really help her much. The bus finally showed up and she sat down next to Kate. It would be a long ride to the game, and the stress was already starting to make her think she needed to pee again. It took about an hour for her to realize that thought was definitely correct, and she asked if they would be able to stop to use the restroom. "We've got a stop in about 30 miles" the bus driver responded. She was content with that answer. She wasn't too desperate yet. Half an hour later, the bus stopped at a gas station and everyone got out. "Make sure to use the bathroom if you need to," the coach said, "There isn't anywhere to stop after this besides our destination." Wendy and Kate didn't need to be told to go; they were the first ones off of the bus. Their faces sunk as they stepped inside the gas station and realized something: there was only one toilet. If one of them went, the other would be wetting themselves, and it wouldn't be worth the rumors that would start if they both went in at the same time. They both stepped aside, as if they hadn't needed to use the bathroom after all, and they tried to figure something out. By the time Wendy determined she would be willing to sneak out back and crouch down, it was already too late. Everyone else was getting back on the bus. The urge to pee grew as each minute passed. She realized there was too much time left in the trip to make it when her bladder started hurting. She squirmed in her seat and looked over to Kate making very similar motions. For a split second, her bladder released and a small wet patch appeared on her underwear. Kate appeared to jump a bit and turned to look at her, concerned and desperate. Wendy's mind raced as she thought of how she could get out of this. She felt so guilty for subjecting Kate to this, and her mind turned towards ways she could even just spare her the embarrassment. "I could sit on her lap," she thought "and then it might look like all of the pee was mine." No, that was a bit too ridiculous. "But what about something even more ridiculous?" Wendy looked over to Kate. "Cover me," she said as she slid down into the area in front of her seat. Kate, wondering what she was up to, held up the blanket she had on her legs to cover any line of sight the other passengers had to her. Wendy then pulled out her wand and said some words Kate didn't recognize. Well, maybe she did recognize a few words; one of them sounded like "bus." Wendy sat back up in her seat as she felt her bladder shift in the same way it had a few days before, and that was enough to release the floodgates. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly as a steady stream soaked through her volleyball shorts and onto the seat of the bus. She heard Kate's concerned squeal as the same thing happened to her. She felt confident that she had reduced Kate's embarrassment, however, because a gush of pee was coming from the crotches of everyone on the bus. A few moans, sighs, and startled yelps came from the various passengers as puddles of pee pooled onto the seats and its scent filled the bus. The streams slowed as Wendy regained control over her bladder, and an awkward silence filled the piss-soaked bus. Eventually they made it to the school of the team they would be playing against, and they all shuffled through the halls of the rival school towards the bathroom as a few members of the other team turned to each other stifling laughs. Wendy felt justifiably embarrassed, but also slightly proud. Now was no way anyone on the team would tell the school that she and Kate had pissed their pants.

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Lauren had a rough camping trip. The Drive Includes: Desperation, heavy leaking, toilet denial It was well-known among her friend group that she was unusually prone to bathroom emergencies, though she’d never had an accident in front of them. So when she was begging them to pull over, they weren’t very hasty to take care of it. “Please, I’m about to pee myself,” she pleaded, holding her crotch and scooting in the seat. “You always say that!” said Natalia, the driver. She hesitated, squirming and squeezing herself. “So what?” “I think you’re just being dramatic.” “I’m not! I have to pee really really bad!” They continued to ignore her for a long time. She was telling the truth. Her bladder was so full it was starting to hurt. “I really have to gooo…” she whined, crossing her legs tightly and rocking back and forth. They hit a pot hole, causing liquid to crash against the stretched-thin walls of her bladder. “Ohhh…” she groaned, sticking her hand between her legs. “Chill, dude,” Natalia said, making the other girls laugh. Lauren’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Please pull overrr…” she begged. “We only have like thirty minutes left! We’re like, about to be there.” “I won’t make it! Ahh, I can’t hold it…” she pulled the waistband of her basketball shorts away from her swollen belly. “Do you really need us to pull over again?” Janine asked from the passenger seat. “Yessss,” Lauren whined, holding herself and jiggling her legs. “I’m sorry.” Natalia sighed. “Hold on,” she said, taking an exit. “Mmmph!” she groaned, writhing around on the seat. She winced in discomfort, punching her leg in frustration. “Okay hurry,” she said as she pulled into a parking lot. Lauren leapt out of the car and ran shamelessly into the building. “Where’s your bathroom?” she asked frantically, holding herself and dancing around. “It’s on the side of the building,” the guy replied, giving her a weird look. She ran outside, peeing a little as she pushed the door open. She whimpered, gripping her crotch as she ran, but the movement was badly jostling her screaming bladder. It started to come out as she approached the door, fast enough to leak down her leg as she got there. She was full-on pissing during the desperate sprint to the toilet. Without even shutting the door, she yanked her shorts down and was powerfully urinating before she even sat down, splattering a bit onto the ground and the seat. “Ooh, fuck,” she muttered, examining her ruined panties as urine jetted into the toilet water and splattered loudly in the bowl. She pulled them off after her stream stopped and threw them away. She wiped her legs and her pussy and pulled her shorts back on, fully commando.

View File CESD-604 CESD-604-01 - A woman desperate to pee is unable to get in the building due to the door being locked. Unable to hold it any longer she wets herself. CESD-604-02 - The actress desperate to pee sits on a couch and plays with multiple vibrators until she start pissing herself. CESD-604-03 - The actress dressed as a maid is desperate to pee while cleaning. She tries to excuse herself to the restroom but her boss tells her to keep cleaning. He then uses a vibrator to make her wet/piss herself multiple times. CESD-604-04 - After a lil bit of talking the actress removes her panties and pees on the camera. Screenshots are in order of the files The Uncut file has everything above plus sex and lots more pissing/squirting. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 06/28/2022 Category JAV Collections  

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It was late at night, and Phoebe was laying in her bed on her phone. She realized she was kicking her legs in response to a bodily sensation, an urgent signal from her body. She was really tired, though, and she eventually just fell asleep. She woke up to the bustle of her roommates, talking in the kitchen and taking turns in the bathroom right by Phoebe's open door. The first thing she noticed was her really full bladder. She usually had to go pretty badly in the mornings, but having retained her urine since last night, it was signifigantly more uncomfortable than usual. She rolled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, where her roommate was pissing with the door open. Her other roommate Ariel was bobbing up and down, waiting for Sam to get up. "Come on, come on, come on!" Ariel muttered as Sam's liquid waste pattered into the bowl. Phoebe groaned, desperate pulsing emanating from her urine-filled organ. She pressed her legs together and danced as she picked up her toothbrush and put toothpaste on it. Then she stuck her hand between her thighs, pinching her crotch as she brushed her teeth. She had to pee really badly. As soon as Ariel sat down on the toilet, she was pissing hard and loud. The sound was torture for Phoebe, who stuck her butt out as she started stepping around, a wave of urgency threatening to push a leak out. The stream went on for an eternity. Phoebe was spitting and rinsing when it finally ended, practically leaping around trying to hold it all in. She went up to Ariel, effectively calling dibs on next. Holding herself and marching in place, she said "please go fast! I'm about to piss my pants!" "I, uh... I might be here a while," she replied, continuing to sit there after her leak had ended. "Can't you let me go first? I just have to pee!" Ariel clutched her bottom. "I gotta go super bad, I just need some privacy!" "Ughhh!" Phoebe groaned and walked out. "Could you shut the door please!" Ariel called behind her. As it closed, Phoebe almost walked right into her roommate Ira. "Who's in the bathroom?" she asked frantically, holding herself and hopping from foot to foot. "Ariel's pooping. She barely even started yet," Phoebe replied, doing a little dance and tapping herself between the legs, trying to downplay just how urgently she needed to urinate. "Ohh my fucking.... I've never needed to pee worse than right now, I'm so serious..." "You always say that!" "I mean it! Look at this shit!" Ira pulled her shirt up and her leggings down to show off the bump jutting out of her belly. Even with her squirming her hips and stepping around, Phoebe could clearly see her bulging bladder. "Mmmmm!" Ira moaned, doubling over. "I really have to go to the bathroom..." Unable to maintain the somewhat casual demeaner, Phoebe started squeezing and unsqueezing her vagina, stepping side to side. "I still have next, though," she said. "What? No, I can't wait that long! I need to go first!" "That's not fair, I got here first!" "Ughhh!" Ira groaned, rubbing her crotch and marching in place. "Why did I move into an apartment with only one bathroom?" "I'm asking myself the same thing," Phoebe muttered. "It wouldn't be so bad if there weren't so many of us..." "Ohhh..." she groaned. "I can't do this!" she exclaimed suddenly, bolting to her room. Upon entering, a dark patch was visible suddenly blooming between her legs right below her butt before she slammed the door behind her. Phoebe was shocked. Despite feeling like it was about to leak out at any moment, she went up to the door, hand between her tightly pressed thighs, and knocked. "Ira? You okay?" she called. "Fine!" she returned, audibly anxious. Does Phoebe... A - Enter the room B - Keep waiting for the toilet C - Find somewhere else to pee

Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 6 From: Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich Actually it took about 90 minutes. She was furious. "You know I can't teach in this condition!" she hissed, trying not to let the whole office know that something was wrong. "So cancel it!" "You know I can't. It's already 4:35!" "Just do your best, Wendy. But do take notes. I want to hear all about it." She hung up on me. She got in the door at seven. She wasn't mad anymore, she was back to begging to be let off. Her face was red and puffy, and I wondered if she had been crying. She headed straight for the bedroom. As she walked down the hall I could see small streaks in her stockings caused by dribbles from her diapers. By the time I got there she had stripped down to her diapers and a bra. "I want you to take this damned tube out of me," she pouted. "This isn't fun anymore. I've been wetting myself like a toddler for hours." I didn't say anything. I just took out the stocks and got them ready for her. She took one look at them and started to turn red. "You don't have to use those," she said while slowly shaking her head from side to side, "I'll be good." "It's a case of first things first." I said softly but firmly. She turned an even deeper shade of red and I thought for a moment that she was about to offer some serious protests, but then she just sighed and stepped into place, holding still while I fastened the neck and wristbands. I left her standing there while I laid out the diapers she would wear until morning. Feeling a little vengeful, I laid out four of the cloth diapers and then added a fifth, folded lengthwise, as a soaker down the middle. Then I had her lie down on this pile of pads while I went to work on the catheter. I had it out in a jiffy. A few seconds more and she was all bundled up for the night, flexing her legs, testing the thickness of her rubber-covered crotch. "It's too thick," she said in wonderment, flexing her legs a little more. I knew that voice alright. It was her horny voice. Time for my treat. She looked at her hands still locked in the cuffs of the stocks and then back at me. She was expecting me to release her. "Oh," she said, "silly me. I forgot about the diaper lock." She wasn't the only one! I had been so intent on getting the details about the health club that I had forgotten the retainer belt. Close call! I tried to conceal my surprise as I helped her to stand. I had it tight and snug in a minute and this time she looked a lot less enthralled with her diapers. "Now you can let me go!" she said playfully. "Nope. Not until I hear what happened at the health club, in glorious detail." The expression on her face collapsed. She stood in the center of the room, dressed only in bulging diapers, squeaky rubber panties and the absurd diaper lock belt, her hands held at the level of her shoulders by the wooden stocks. She pulled at her tethered hands and did a little dance of frustration. "Please. No. Don't make me! Just let me go!" I just smiled and shook my head. "You can tell me, or we can find something to encourage you with." "Like what?" she pouted, but a little suspicious too. "Like a suppository." Her eyes opened wide as she digested what I meant. She looked down at her bound loins and then toward her equally useless hands. We both knew she was helpless to stop me and I knew from things she had said earlier that Wendy had once accidentally soiled a diaper her grandma had made her wear, and it hadn't been a fond memory. "You wouldn't." she said without conviction. "I would." Wendy took a trial step or two. We both listened to her heavy rubber panties swish and rustle. She looked at the door. The stocks were too wide to let her pass through it. She slumped down onto the bed, sitting, with a big sigh. "I knew you weren't going to let me off. Okay. You win. Take the stocks off, and I'll tell you all about it." "First the story. Then the stocks come off, because if I don't like the story, you are going to have messy diapers by morning." "Just let me lie down." "Why?" "It's more comfortable, okay?" I helped her lie down, her head on the pillows. This is what she had to say: Wendy's (POV) I guess you've figured it out by now that I run hot and cold on this diapers thing. Sometimes it’s delicious, a private little bondage session that I take with me wherever I go. Other times it is sheer hell, like when I notice people staring at my seamed stockings and reacting to the rustling sounds from my diapers. I'm always worried that I'm blushing too much. I mean, how are you supposed to wet yourself while standing in an elevator full of people and not show it? Anyway, it's 4:15, and I'm beginning to curse your idea about tying my shoes in place, because my feet are killing me, when this courier turns up in my office. Problem is he just walked through the door without knocking. He caught me squatting down, having a pee. I was in front of my desk and facing the door, so he got a real eye full of my diapered crotch - or at least I'm pretty sure he did because he blushed pretty hard. Maybe he was staring at my garters. Anyway, we both got pretty red. I signed for the parcel and made sure the door got locked as I saw him out. I was pretty shaken. It could have been someone from the office. Like I said, I've been attracting a lot of attention lately. Anyway, as soon as I got the parcel open I saw your note. I got mad. So mad that I flooded my diaper. I was about to go to the washroom to change when I noticed the time. It was too late for anything but leaving for the club. I grabbed my purse and stuffed the tracksuit into my gym bag. I'm sure I was making sloshing sounds as I headed for the elevator. Just as I got out onto the street I began to leak. Just a little trickle running down the inside of my thigh. My stocking top took care of it, but I knew that if I peed much more I would be a sight. I guess it was then that I began to think about what was going to happen at the club, I mean, how I was going to handle things. I was pretty sure the changing room had toilet stalls, so I relaxed a little. Once I got to the club I ran to the locker room. I could feel more pee arriving in my diaper and I knew I was about to leak badly. You picked a great day to do this to me. Did you know that they were painting the toilet stalls and had taken all the doors off? That really floored me. I was so sure that I would be able to find a private place to change that for a minute I just stood there, peeing myself and wondering how to get out of this mess. Finally, I had no choice. It was change or leak. So I took the last stall and hoped no one would happen by. I got everything ready before I exposed anything embarrassing. A fresh diaper, new plastic panties, my tracksuit, the works. I took off my blouse and bra first. Then I cut the fishing line around my shoes and slipped them off. My stockings went next. Finally, I was down to my skirt and everything underneath it. I was about to slip my plastic panties off when I realized a pool of liquid had formed in the crotch. Since I couldn't let it splash on the floor I had to move all my stuff around, so I could sit on the toilet and hold the elastic open, so it could drain. I took off the plastic pants while still sitting down and only a few drops escaped. I got rid of the diaper pretty quick after that. I put it between the toilet and the wall, hoping no one would see it. I got rid of my skirt, took off my garter belt and then grabbed a fresh diaper. Have you ever tried to put one of those things on when you're standing? Just as I got it taped, I looked up to see a 12-year-old girl staring at me from just outside the cubicle. Her mouth was hanging open. "Is that a diaper?" she asked loud enough to wake the dead. I told her to get lost. As soon as she disappeared I regretted being rude. Now she was sure to tell her mother. But, let me tell you, I've never had a diaper that felt so good. It was warm and dry and comfortable -- there's nothing like it. Unless you have to go and stand in front of 20 people while you wear it! I got my plastic pants on and put a pair of loose jogging shorts (that I had in my locker) over them to keep the noise down. Then I put the tracksuit on, put away my stuff. Put my wet diaper in the trash and tried to get my nerve up. Everyone stared at me as soon as I walked into the room. My head told me it was because they've never seen me in a tracksuit. My fear told me it was because they all knew I was wearing a diaper. To be continued…….