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  1. Hi all! It's been a while since my last story, and i wanted to share another with you, since I tend to have a lot of fun when I do! This one isn't nearly as long, and to be honest I didn't take as long to write it, but I think you'll all still enjoy it. Sorry for any awkward grammar, spelling, etc. Like I said, I just wanted to get it out there more than anything, in hopes I'd get some inspiration for more stories. I kind of enjoy the indirect exhibitionism, I won't lie! Please let me know what kind of story you would all like me to write next ... that is, if you'd like me to write another story, hahah. This next story happened the last year or two of high school too, I’m not sure when exactly, but I know it happened after the “After School Accident” story I posted earlier. Kevin, Brian and I spent a lot of Friday nights bringing our computers over to each others’ houses to play video games. One particular Friday, we’d all gone over to Kevin’s house. Naturally, we all drank way more soda than was healthy, and stayed up later than we should – but hey, that was part of the fun! I remember it was pretty late into the night by the time this happened, but I saw Kevin wiggle his leg and grab lightly at his crotch. We had both set up our computers in his room, with the rest of our friends out in the living room. This was pretty soon after the “After School Accident” incident, and to be honest, there had definitely been a change between us. We felt more awkward around each other than before, less willing to talk with each other both about small talk and more important things. We actually hadn't discussed that night at all, even though it was both obviously going through our heads quite a bit. But despite the awkwardness, seeing him grab himself got my mind racing, and I checked Kevin out some as subtly as I could. He didn’t give any other signs and I didn’t press it. Plus, we were in his home, if he needed to go, he’d go, right? I didn’t think I’d be getting a show. Now seems as good of a time to mention it as any – this was summer or spring, so we were both wearing khaki type shorts and t-shirts. I remember Kevin’s were your typical tan khaki color, and mine were a lighter off-white, I think. I definitely remember that both were fairly tight fitting – this stuck out to me both because I was glad for being able to see as much as I could of Kevin, but also because I knew I had to be careful as I started to get hard, since it’d be obvious to see. And even more obvious if I had an “accident” in front of Kevin … again. We had set up our computers together in his room, but there were other friends playing with us who were set up in the house as well. The next match started, and he still hadn’t gone to the bathroom. We all kept playing the game (a team based first person shooter, I don’t remember which), and I notice Kevin squirm more, and press his legs together a bit. Thanks to his tighter shorts, actually, I could see almost everything – whether he was bouncing or wiggling his legs, if he tensed his thighs, or squeezed them together. More than once, I felt Kevin’s legs bump against me as he shifted around, and I started looking at him again and not the game. I see his legs pushed together and bouncing. I couldn’t help myself, and I just start staring – until I hear the game let me know that I’d been killed. I looked at the game, and respawned as a medic type class, and decide to follow Kevin around, just to get Kevin talking more to me. Not long after I spawn, Kevin notices and says “Good! [Shinobi]! I needed help!” We defended the area for a little while, but Kevin gets killed. He starts to stand up, but just as he does, I got to where he had died and then resurrected his character. He made a pained moaning/grunting noise and sat back down. “OK, next time I die,” he said, laughing incredibly awkwardly, “don’t revive me, I’ve really gotta piss.” That settled it, in my mind. I couldn't have stopped myself even if I wanted to. My mission was to keep Kevin alive, at any cost. I tried to laugh like I only thought it was funny, and not incredibly hot. “But I need your help here!” “Gaahh,” he groaned, “OK, I’ll try.” We kept defending our little outpost, and Kevin was clearly getting more and more desperate. He would twitch and lurch his whole body every so often and was playing the game hunched far over his keyboard, as if he couldn’t keep himself comfortably upright. His legs moved more and more frequently, until the movement was basically non-stop. He’d been killed a couple times, but I was right behind him to bring his character back. Which was getting more and more difficult for me to do, unfortunately. The more he moved, the more I wanted to watch, and the easier it was to lose track of Kevin’s character and keep his character alive and keep Kevin desperate. I was also painfully hard by that point, which was embarrassingly obvious in the pants I was wearing. Fortunately, the only other person that would be able to see was Kevin, and his eyes were usually fixed on his screen. Except, we were both occasionally sneaking looks at each other’s laps – he could definitely see that I was hard as he got more and more desperate. Kevin died one more time and stood up from his chair quickly. “Oh, fuck,” I think I heard him whisper under his breath. Kevin was not a guy that tended to swear, at all, so I knew he was in pain, and I throbbed painfully in response. Luckily, I was right behind him as usual, and shocked him back to life. “No!” I laughed, “Don’t go! Defend us!” “Ohh, no!” Kevin laughed and moaned, but went back to the computer quickly. He didn’t sit down though, he sort of leaned over his chair to play the game. He crossed his legs and squeezed them together, and was bouncing up and down to hold it in. All this was happening right next to my head, of course, and somehow, I got even harder in response. I pressed my legs together to try to hide it and bounced a little bit. I noticed Kevin look down at my crotch and laughed. “You too, huh?” he asked under his breath. I know I blushed furiously, but he was too busy looking at the game to see it. “Huh?” I asked, nervously, my heart beating faster. “You gotta piss too?” I felt my chest loosen as he said that, glad that he hadn’t noticed that I’d been enjoying his show. “Oh,” I laughed, realizing what he meant. “I can hold it,” I said, trying to taunt him. “Can you?” It didn't make a lot of sense to me at the time, but the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted Kevin to keep holding it. “No, fuck,” he laughed quietly and gave another bounce. When he said ‘no,’ my stomach filled up with butterflies, and I knew I was close to cumming. “Do what you gotta do,” I laughed nervously, “your team’s counting on you!” I jiggled my legs unconsciously, and Kevin looked down at my lap. He laughed too and gave a groan, twitched suddenly, and I think I heard him swear under his breath again. I looked off to my side, to try to see if he was dry or not, but I could only see the side of his thigh, which was not wet. Part of me knew it was for the best that I couldn’t see anything – I still remembered what happened last time I saw that Kevin had to pee, and how I’d basically exploded in my pants when I’d thought that he’d leaked even a little! That was just with me and Kevin alone, though, and this time we weren’t quite alone, with our friends a room or two over. Another part of me just wanted to see it and didn’t care. I’d brought another pair of clothes with me (when we did parties like this, we’d always end up spending the night since we stayed up so late). I told myself that if I ended up enjoying it too much, I could just change. But the embarrassing part is that Kevin, and possibly our other friends, might see me walking around in wet shorts. Kevin had already seen my “accident” the last time I saw him have to pee, and he’d seen the quarter-sized wet spot of precum on my pants tonight, what would he think if I ended up losing control in front of him again? Did he actually believe that I’d pissed myself instead of enjoying his desperation way too much that night? All these anxieties were storming through the back of my head, but they were completely drowned out by me enjoying seeing Kevin bouncing with desperation right off to my side. I was bouncing with pain a bit by now as well, not because I had to pee, but because I needed to cum so badly that my balls were hurting. I started to use the pain to pretend like I had to pee though, to make Kevin feel better, and squeezed my legs together with a hand in my crotch, though I was being careful not to actually touch anything – I was very close to having an “accident” myself. I noticed Kevin swish his head to get his shaggy hair out of his eyes, then bent over and bounced at the knees. “Ohh, God…” he whispered to himself. “I can’t,” he laughed, talking loud enough for me to really hear now. “[Shinobi], really,” he laughed more, “I can’t!” He bounced once or twice, then groaned again, clearly in a lot of pain, “Arrghh!” He let go of his mouse and keyboard and tried to move past me. “No!” I laughed, “Come back, Kevin!” I reached out to grab him as me moved past me, and managed to grab his belt or something. “Nooo!” He turned around to grab my arm and get himself free, and I could see he was smiling wide still, but also breathing heavily. He managed to get me to let go of his belt, tossed my arm away and darted off to the bathroom. I got up to chase him a bit, carried away with the excitement of seeing him desperate, but he had a head start on me and made it to the bathroom door. My chest sank as I realized that whatever was going to happen, I wouldn’t see it. I walked, carefully, back to my chair in front of my computer, since our friends in the other rooms were wondering why we’d suddenly stopped. I played for a couple minutes, poorly, distracted by any little sound that was coming from the bathroom (the bathroom was right next to the room we were playing in). I couldn’t hear much, but I thought I heard a few whispered swears. My cock strained against my briefs and shorts as images of Kevin wetting himself swirled through my head. I got myself right to the edge just with thoughts of him losing control in there. When he finally came out, I moved to get a good look at his shorts. There was a big wet spot on his crotch, and splatters and a trail down his left leg. Kevin didn’t talk to me or look at me, he just grabbed a pair of clean basketball shorts and underwear and walked quickly back into the bathroom. Naturally, as soon as I saw his shorts, I felt my sstarted cumming, and it was a lot. My stomach muscles contracted and I bent over my keyboard involuntarily, grunting and moaning, and moving all over in the video game. It felt like I was letting out massive spurts of pee, each one lasting about a second, into my shorts. I felt it flowing down over my balls, some even coming out the front of my shorts. Once I’d finally finished, I looked down, and I was an even bigger mess than last time. The front of my pants and inside of my legs were soaked, and there was a glob of white cum the size of a quarter or two on top of the crotch of my pants. I panicked – it was obvious I’d cummed in my pants. I decided to sort of rub it into my shorts, or even just brush it away, to try to hide it. My heart started pounding when I noticed that my shorts were see-through now. That, combined with my soaking wet white underwear… Everything down there was pretty visible. I was still panicking about the fact that you could see my dick through my pants when Kevin came back into the room, having changed into pajamas. He looked down and embarrassed and wouldn’t look at me directly. “Dude,” he told me, still not looking at me, “you can’t tell anyone about that.” I didn’t respond, still kind of in shock. “Seriously,” he was obviously a bit down. Finally, he looked at me. “Please?” I looked up at him and got an idea. Something I'd hoped would make things less awkward between us. I put my hands in my pockets to hold my shorts away from my soaked and transparent underwear. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” I said. I figured that if we were both embarrassed... Then maybe he wouldn't think it was so bad? If I was really lucky, maybe it was even a little hot..? “What?” he looked confused as I said that, and then I stood up. When he saw my wet pants, a smirk slowly came across his face, and you could see it in his eyes that he felt a lot better. “Ohh,” he laughed, “Woooow.” He looked for a little while, laughing, and I let him look. After he started calming down, I moved to grab my spare change of clothes. “Get back to the game,” I laughed and told him, and shoved him away from the door to the bathroom. I entered and shut the door, and lucky for me, just as I did, I heard another friend come into the room. “What’re you two doing in here?” he asked, laughing. I sighed in relief that I didn’t get caught. Or at least, that I only got caught by Kevin. I quickly locked the door to the bathroom, and just as I did, my friend out there tried to open it. They teased us about what we were doing back here, why we weren’t playing the game, and so on. I was taking my time getting changed, mostly because I was exhausted after exploding like that. After I cleaned up, I folded my pants up so that you couldn’t see any of the wetness, and went outside. My other friends only teased me about what took so long, they didn’t try to get into my pants or anything, pun intended. So I just tossed them into my bag and got back to the game. I was definitely tired after that, and I know I didn’t play as well as I did before, but Kevin and I felt more comfortable with each other now as we chatted and played games for the rest of the night. Hopefully you all liked! Thanks if you made it this far!
  2. "Hey Connor!" I turned to look who was calling my name, but I already knew. It was Cassie. Seeing her instantly brought a smile to my face. "Hey Cass!" I said back to her, as she trotted to catch up to me. "You heading out? Or do you have practice today?" She asked me. Some days I have band practice after school, but today was a free day for me so I was about to walk home. I was getting my things out of my locker before Cassie ran up to me. "Nah I'm headed home, I was about to start walking. Want to come with?" I asked her. Cassie and I have been hardcore flirting for a month now. We both knew we were into each other, but in typical high school fashion neither of us had the guts to make a move, so we continued our flirtatious dance. It was a ton of fun, but I knew I definitely wanted more. Cassie was my dream girl. We go to the same high school, and We actually live in the same neighborhood, just on completely different ends so about one mile away from one another. A bus goes through our neighborhood, but the walk from school to my house is maybe two miles, and I like to get some exercise every now and then. Cassie usually takes the bus since it's a three mile walk for her, but since we'd started talking she's walked with me a few times. Once I asked her the question I could see her mentally hem and haw over it. She gave me a look that showed me she definitely wanted to join me, but there was something else there that was clouding her decision, something I couldn't quite read. But before I could think more on it, she answered. "Absolutely! Let's get going!" She said with a big smile. Cassie and I exited school out the front door and got walking. I could make the two mile walk in roughly 20 minutes, depending on how fast I was going. When I'm with Cassie it's closer to 30, but I don't mind, it's just another chance to get to spend more time with her. Cassie and I actually have known each other for a long time, but never really connected in the same activities or the same friend groups. But now in junior year, we had two classes together and started partnering up for a few things. Before I knew it, we were passing notes, sharing phone numbers, even sharing knowing glances from across the classroom. Like I said, we both knew what this was, but we just hadn't fully jumped in yet. "So that math test huh?? How'd you do?" I asked her as we walked. "I think I did alright! It was hard but our extra studying paid off, I think." Cassie and I spent a few extra hours in the library studying. Something we both were more than happy to do together this week. "Nice!" I replied. "I think I did pretty well too, I guess we'll see next week when we get the grades back." "Yeah!" Cassie replied. This was unusual though, because Cassie was Normally very bubbly and talkitive, and tends to talk my ear off on our walks. Today she wasn't exactly acting weird, but she wasn't her normal self either. "You all good Cass?" I asked, after a weird moment of silence. Her cheeks turned red, and she smiled big in an attempt to recover. "Oh yeah I'm fine! Just thinking is all." I bought it for now, but kept my eye on it for the rest of the walk. We were less than ten minutes in and still had a ways to go. But after my comment, Cassie held the conversation better, at least for a little while. "Ahhh" Cassie suddenly let out as I was droning about something. "What's wrong?" I asked. She got red in the face again and didn't meet my gaze. "N-Nothing, I just... It's nothing!" She said. Now I knew something was up. I felt like we were close enough now to press the issue, but I didn't want to seem pushy, so I was at a loss on how to approach the situation. Fortunately though, she let out another gasp. "Ahh!" Cassie let out, this time placing a hand on her stomach. "You sure you're feeling alright Cass?" I asked. "Actually I..." She paused. Her cheeks turned red and stayed red this time, and she did a quick look back and forth. Then she spoke, in almost a whisper. "I actually really have to use the bathroom." Clearly this was embarrassing for her, but my heart nearly lept out of my chest when I heard her speak. With my particular fetish, I had been fantasizing about this exact situation for years. I had never planned to tell anyone this, let alone Cassie, but here we are with the situation presenting itself right in front of me on a silver platter. I knew I had to play this right. I knew I could enjoy this no matter the outcome, and still be a good person at the same time. "Oh shoot! Okay, we're about halfway home, think you can make it?" I said to her. "Halfway to YOUR home maybe, I still have another mile after that until my place." She replied with a look of concern. "Damn" I replied. "That's right. And now I feel bad for asking you to walk home with me instead of taking the bus!" She looked at me after I said that. "No no no! I wanted to come, really! I thought I'd have more time to-- Ahh!" She ended with another gasp, this time doubling over mid walk. I could tell this was more serious than she was letting on, but what I wasn't sure if yet is if this was a number one situation, or a number two. Either way I didn't mind, but I still wanted to be tactful here. "Are you able to pickup the pace? Or do you want to stop here and call someone? I don't mind waiting with you." I suggested. "That's sweet" she replied. "But no one is at my house right now, so I think we should just keep going. I think I can keep going for now." Suddenly, I had an idea. "Hey, see that small area of trees up ahead? Why don't you just go run in there quick and go behind a tree? I know it's easier for guys but... Desperate times, right?" I said, pointing to the trees. She looked out to the trees and bit her lip in thought, before saying: "While that is a good idea, unfortunately I don't... Just have to pee..." She said, trailing off. A number two situation indeed. "Ahhh now I understand. Well let's get hoofing it then, no time to waste!" I said in an effort to pick up her mood. I picked up my pace and she followed along with me for another five minutes. We were under a mile away from my house now, but just under two miles from hers. I thought we'd been doing well up until now, but suddenly Cassie had to stop and double over again, this time with her hands between her legs. "Ahhhhh shoot this sucks!" She said, clearly starting to get really nervous. She stood back up and started to wiggle her hands around in some sort of soothing mechanism. It was here where I saw an opening, and I went for it. I grabbed her hand. "Come one we're getting close! Stay with me Cass, we're gonna get you home!" I said, speeding up to just short of a jog now. I held her hand in mine as we went, slightly pulling her along. This was clearly a big moment for both of us, but I was destined to keep cool. I looked over to her and gave her smile, which she promptly returned. We shared a knowing look for a second, before the concern returned to her face. We were able to keep that pace again for another five minutes. We were just a quarter mile from my house, I could see it down at the end of the street. But Cassie's situation was deteriorating. "Fuck..." I heard her hiss under her breath. She took her hand from mine and shot it back in between her legs as we walked. Up until now she had ignored her butt, but I saw her use her other hand to occasionally check for any leaks from either end. "Ahhh Connor I'm not sure I'm going to make it, this is really bad" She finally said to me. We stopped again, and she immediately doubled over with both hands in her crotch. She also started doing a little pee pee dance. I turned to look how far away her house was, when I had realized how dumb I was being. "Shoot!" We said in unison. I was confused, but Cassie began: "I just leaked a little!" She said panicking. She took her hands away for just a second and I saw a small dark patch in her dark cotton leggings. It took every fiber of my being not to get a partial, but luckily I kept my composure. She is gorgeous, after all. "That's ok! I don't know why I was so dumb, just come with me to my house! We're like two blocks away, and no one is home! Come on!" I said, grabbing her hand again, this time really jogging. Cassie didn't say anything, but she immediately matched my pace, a sign I took as approval of my plan. As we jogged I watched Cassie get more and more desperate. She didn't try to hide it at all anymore. She jogged with an odd gait, clearly trying to keep her insides inside. Her face was fully flush and the panic was all over her. But I just held her hand, it was the only thing I could do. Three minutes later, we were approaching my house, maybe another 50 yards away, when Cassie stopped again. "What're you doing, we're so close!" I said, but then I saw why she stopped. She was doubled over, desperately trying to stop the flow of her pee. "Fuck I'm peeing!" She said. I didn't know what to say, I just watched as she attempted to stop the flow. Miraculously, she was able to after only another second or two. She removed her hands from her crotch briefly again, and I saw the dark patch had spread to the size of a grapefruit below her vagina. This time I really did get a partial, but I also sprung into action. "I'm gonna go unlock the door, make your way over asap!" I said, running away from her. I sprinted to my front door, frantically finding the right key on my keychain. Once I got there, I got the door unlocked, then turned around to see if Cass was close. She was walking towards me, but with her legs totally clamped together, and very slowly, so it was more of a waddle. She seemed to be trying *not* to hyperventilate, but I'm not sure it was working. "Come on it's right here!!" I said to her, now maybe 20 yards from me. "I'm not gonna make it Connor I feel it all about to come out!" She said with tears in her eyes. "She's so close" I said to myself quietly, truly hoping at this point that she would make it. "Just run! You're so close now you'll make it!" "I can't Connor!" She said. "I know you can do it Cass!" I said for encouragement. I saw her look down, take a couple quick breaths, and just break out in a sprint. As I watched her run towards me, time seemed to slow down like it does in the movies. she's so freaking pretty, I couldn't help but stare. And while she had an even bigger wet spot in her leggings now, I couldn't look away from the look of determination on her face. It was truly a sight to see. "Up the stairs, last door on the right!" I shouted to her as she got close. She was maybe five yards from me and closing fast. She zoomed past me, and in one fell swoop she tossed her backpack and kicked her shoes off without even breaking stride, which was incredibly impressive. Unfortunately for her though, this is when the wheels came off. I slammed the door behind us and started to follow her up the stairs. But on the very last step she tripped, and I knew it was over. She fell on to the second floor, landing on all fours. "Fuck fuck no no no it's coming out! I'm pooping my pants!!" She shouted, still on her hands and knees in the hallway. I was still on the stairs, two steps behind her watching it all unfold. All at once, her poop shot out of her butt and into her pants at high speed. It was a large, hard log that rented out her yoga pants very quickly. As this first log pushed out, she peed in full force, drenching her leggings entirely. A loud audible hiss was heard alongside the puffs and pops of the poop she was pushing out. I heard her grunt as well, likely involuntarily. More poop followed her grunts too. This time, softer poop flowed out of her on either side of the solid log, filling out the tent in her rear and turning it into a more shapely mound. And a large mound at that. Her pee continued as well, with the wetness now flowing up her backside. She continued to push it all out for another ten seconds until she was completely empty. Her poop bulge grew slightly still, resting at around the size of a cantaloupe. The hiss of her pee died down, and all that was heard was the rhythmic drop that came from the bottom of the mound on her rear. The rest of my house was silent, and neither said a word for about 30 seconds. Cass let out a deep, full-bodied sigh and let her head fall. She knew she had lost, and this was her way of accepting what has just happened. She made her way to her feet, still facing away from me. I didn't know what to say, but luckily she spoke first. "Clearly this is incredibly disgusting, and I am so sorry for shitting and pissing myself All over your floor." She began. Her voice waivered, and I could tell she was trying incredibly hard not to sob. She started to turn around, and continued: "I understand if you never want to see me again, but--" She paused, and looked me in the eyes. I met her gaze, and we shared a thoughtful look, saying everything without even saying anything at all. But then she looked down at my crotch, as I looked down at hers. It was here where I realized I had popped a full boner, and it was clearly evident in my athletic shorts. All six inches of me was standing at attention, sticking straight out in her direction in a tent in my own pants. It took me a second to realize what she was staring at, before I looked down. My gut reaction was to cover myself, and I stammered to get something out. "I-- i-- I uh-- gosh I'm so-- ahh you were just-- and I was--" I was floundering and she could tell. I stopped and met her gaze again. We froze for another five seconds, but it felt like an eternity. "Ha ha... Hahahahaha!!!" Cassie laughed. I joined her laughter, and we broke down in the hallway in hysterical fits. We laughed for maybe a minute straight. "Oh gees..." Cassie said, as we laughed our last. "I'm so glad that turned you on, because I'm so horny I could die." You guys know that meme, where a giy throws out some heat, seeing if the girl will match his energy, and the girl throws even more heat? That's exactly what this felt like. "Excuse me?" I said with a grin, eyebrows raised. "You heard what I said" Cass said, biting her lip. She walked towards me, and looked me in the eyes. While she certainly took a bold step, I could easily tell she was trying not to panic in hopes that her move would not backfire. Luckily, I was more than ready to match her energy. I stepped right up to her and kissed her, softly. I held her face with one hand, and pulled away. We shared a look of pure desire, but also of a kind of bliss. A look of "finally, we're here." I kissed her again, hard this time, and I pulled her right up next to me..my boner poked her in the lower stomach, but neither of us cared. I ran my hands up and down her back, slowly making my way down to her rear. She was running her hands through my hair and up and down my back. I finally got bold enough to feel her massive bulge, and I swear I could have died it was so incredible. It was still warm, and sagged her leggings incredibly low while still hugging her ass. I gave out a moan, which really set Cassie off. She broke off our kiss and took a step back. "Is this as hot for you as it as for me?" She asked. "Hotter." Was all I could reply. She took my hand, turned, and walked us into my room and shut the door. Thank God my parents wouldn't be home for another hour! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ If you guys like this story and want to see more of Connor and Cassie, let me know! I have ideas on how this might go forward. Maybe Cassie reveals she's always been into this, maybe it's new for her, maybe she gets into diapers, who knows!
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  4. The sun was obscured by tall, pine covered Vermont mountains. A dark blue 1988 Pontiac 6000 LE Safari crested a hilltop road, driving it was a skinny, blonde young man, in the passenger seat, his girlfriend. The car was silent, aside from the rhythmic clunking of passing over highway connection points. The young lady looked over at her boyfriend, breaking the past 20 minutes of silence with a very meek, almost inaudible “Hey..” The boy broke eye contact with the road, opting to look at the thick, jet black bangs of rich hair that utterly blinded his girlfriend. The two were a rather silent couple, in the four years of high school love-dovery they had experienced together, they always remained mostly silent. They would sometimes go weeks, or over a month without exchanging so much as a hum, but they never failed to spend some of each day in each other's presence. The contact of eyes to her felt like a wave of boiling heat, her soul flinched, and she grabbed her hair, holding it up to her face to hide behind it. Her face underneath was red as her own blood, something about his body language today, -something the two had become exceptionally skilled at reading- made her feel a sort of way. She knew what this way was, but refused to admit it to herself. “I have something to show you, I think you might like it.” she informed him, softly as always. Her boyfriend’s eyes were already affixed on the road again, which freed her from her flustered hiding place. She reached into the back seat, and grabbed her handbag. She reached inside, and pulled out a few items, all encased in brown paper bags. Twisting her body around like that had intensified a slight aching that had been in her lower abdomen most of the day, but it was still barely tame enough to ignore. She figured that she could wait a bit before bringing his attention to it. “I was looking at the Sears catalog a few days ago..” “Hm?” “...And, well- I saw something you might like..” The young man looked back at his girlfriend, her lips formed a shadow of a smile, but it was a smile. His eyes followed her perfectly thin arms until he caught a glimpse of what was in her hands. His eyes widened, and he snapped back to his relentless stare at the road, hoping to distract himself from what he had seen. Yes, he certainly liked it. He liked it a lot. It made him feel warm inside. The girl twisted around again to put the items back in her bag. Much to the displeasure of the mysterious aching in her body. She felt like she had spoken too much for the time being, so she opted to press her legs together, and rest her hands on the end of her skirt. She remained silent for the following 15 minutes, her eyes locked on to the thin, transparent denier tights that wrapped around her legs. She watched as they reflected, and became more or less transparent when the sun hit them at different angles every time the car turned. This reminded her that she needed to get more, as this was her last pair that wasn't ripped from how delicate they were. Suddenly, the boy’s Pontiac crested a rather pointed hill, giving the girl a brief feeling of weightlessness, then a sharp jolt of pain from the aching area. It suddenly felt a lot worse, almost as if her ignorance of it had kept the pain at bay all day, only for the sudden grasp of attention to make her realize how much it actually hurt! She grasped her skirt tightly, and ignored her desire to remain quiet for longer. “Sam?” she mumbled. “Jamie?” “May I please use the restroom?” “No.” “Okay.” It took her a second to realize what he had just said. She looked over at him. “What? What do you mean ‘No’?” “I mean no.” “But I haven't gone all day, the teachers kept denying me.” “I’m denying you too.” “Oh, okay.” It took her another second to realize what he had just said again. “But I need to go really badly.” She mentioned. “I am not going to let you, though.” She stared intently at her knees, pressing them tightly together, the skin around the contact points turning white beneath the shaded tights from the pressure. “Why?” “Do you want an honest answer?” “I’d like one, please.” “And you won’t get mad?” “I promise.” “And you won't find me weird?” “I won’t.” Sam hesitated for a second. Two seconds, actually. No, more like around a minute. He stared at the road the whole time, chills running up his spine. Jamie waited, her impatience growing slightly as her bladder was still waking up and realizing its true fullness. “Because, I think it’s cute when you have to pee.” Jamie tilted her head, curiosity overpowering her enough to distract her from her bladder. “Elaborate, please.” Sam hesitated for only a few seconds this time, “I think its hot when you really have to pee.” He sighed, stressfully. “To put it in simple terms, I have a fetish for women needing to pee.” “Huh.” She replied. This was possibly the most they have talked in a day, and it was interesting. But as the initial shock of intrigue faded, her bladder came right back, ready to chastise her viciously for ignoring it. She put her hands together like a knife, and jabbed it into her skirt. Sam applied a white-knuckled grasp on to the steering wheel of his car. The combination of what she purchased from Sears, and her current situation painted a very, very desirable picture in his mind. “Can I please use the bathroom?” “No.” “Is there any point in asking further?” “No.” “I understand.” Jamie responded, a twinge of curiosity still in her voice. After about an hour of silent driving, repeatedly interrupted by the swishing of Jamie’s tights as they rubbed together, becoming exponentially more frequent as they neared their destination. The Pontiac broke off of the main road, down a dirt path, and stopped at the edge of a small embankment overlooking a lake. From here, they could watch the sunset. Sam stepped out of the car, walked around the front to Jamie’s side, and opened the door for her. Jamie slowly stepped out, wobbling slightly when she was fully up. Her bladder really disagreed with this, it suddenly felt weighted, and it stung quite a bit. She immediately crossed her legs and hunched over, one hand on her knees, the other firmly against her crotch. “Is it really that bad?” Asked Sam. Jamie nodded. “Yes! I haven't used the bathroom since before I left the house…” She took a deep breath. “Give me a minute, I need to change into the new stuff.” Sam replied with a short “Ok.” and walked closer to the embankment, looking at the orange sunlight gleaming off the ripples in the lake water. No more than a minute later, Jamie walked in front of him, and in front of the sun. She appeared as nothing more than a silhouette at first. She was gorgeous, with sleek curves, flowing hair, it was truly a perfect sight. Sam's eyes were quickly drawn to one noticeable feature of her silhouette, her bladder was so heavily swollen and distended, it looked like she was nursing a slight pregnancy. Soon, Sam’s eyes adjusted to the silhouette, revealing that she was wearing a beautiful set of black floral lace lingerie. It consisted of a very well strapped bra that perked her chest up nicely, black shoulder length gloves with lacy sleeve tips, A waist garter that held up a pair of lace-topped thigh high stockings, underneath it sat a pair of lacy black panties, and the whole thing was topped off with a pair of 6 inch high heels. The lingerie stuck perfectly to her thin, but tall frame, but the true star was the swelling of her bladder. It bulged so much, it was quite obvious that a full day of drinks and waiting was sitting patiently inside of her. “Do you like it?” Jamie asked shyly. Nobody had ever seen much of her skin, and the floral lace meant that parts of her that were “Covered” were still able to be seen. Sam was astounded. She looked like an angel, and from his silence, she could tell exactly how much he loved it. She could also tell where he was looking, she broke her stillness, quickly knifing both hands into her crotch again, and hunching over. It took her a second to realize that her bladder was actually as swollen as it was, and that it was the reason he was looking there. She felt deeply embarrassed, but seemed to appreciate the fact that he was enjoying it. Even if it hurt so much that she had to put effort into not crying. Sam held out his hand, knowing she’d have to struggle more to hold it if she could only use one. “Want to hold hands until the sun sets? It would be pretty romantic.” That night, April 12th, 1988, a boy and a girl, deep in their teenage love, held hands as they watched the sunset. One was comfortable as he could be, with a slight smile on his face as the final gleams of sunlight disappeared from the hills, the other was almost naked, cold, frantic, and in excruciating pain. She couldn't stand upright enough to catch a single glimpse of the sun, as she was too occupied with pee-dancing the entire time. However, as soon as the landscape became dark, something clicked. It was like a button within her was pushed. Her bladder had swollen in just the right way to trigger something. Somehow, by some mysterious turn of events.. She liked it. Mari here, thanks for reading! I am working on a continuation to this right away. feel free to discuss or ask questions below! I'll be wearing an identical set of lingerie and heels to her as I work on part two, I wont forget the "bladder was so heavily swollen and distended, it looked(s) like she was(I am) nursing a slight pregnancy" either. That is an integral part of her outfit.
  5. Xander Cohen, a transgender high school senior who just started testosterone therapy and is anxious to prove himself a paragon of stoic masculine virtue, decides that it’s only fair for him to hold it when the boys’ restrooms close due to an absurd TikTok challenge. He ends up having to hold it longer than he or his STP device bargained for. For Hallo-WEE-n, I wanted to write a story where a transgender character gets in trouble because of their own stubbornness instead of horrible discrimination. The setting, scenario, and main character are not autobiographical, but some of the weird little details about what it feels like to be trans and undergo testosterone therapy are. Njoy. _____ PART 1 Xander Cohen’s phone alarm went off for the second time at 8:10 in the morning. The alarm audio: “I Walk The Line” by Johnny Cash. Xander rolled over in bed. He was slight, with wavy brown mid-length hair and green eyes. His olive skin had a fresh spray of acne. Yawning and stretching revealed his underarm hair. He only shaved his face, even though he didn’t need it. Yet. He’d been on testosterone for three months and three days. Three months translated to twelve shots deep into the muscles of the thighs, starting on his eighteenth birthday when his parents finally gave him the go-ahead to make his own medical decisions. His mother couldn’t watch: too squeamish. He was squeamish, too, but each time he reminded himself that the Mawé people of the Amazon Rain Forest had a rite of manhood that involved a glove filled with stinging, venomous ants. Compared to that, a sterile needle was not so upsetting. He drank some water he found on his nightstand and checked his two phone notifications. His friend Zo had sent him the Dune trailer at three in the morning. He watched it, idly concerned about Zo’s sleep schedule. The other notification was yet another Swirlie Challenge TikTok from his school, apparently filmed the afternoon before. Dumbass Jared Ledbetter and his dumbass friends were taking turns dunking each other’s heads in the toilet like bullies from an eighties movie. It was ridiculous. He sent it to Zo: “look at these losers at it again 💀” After that, he put down the phone and went to take a shower. He needed to pee and liked to kill two birds with one stone. Saving the earth and all that. He showered without turning on the light - a habit from his worst early adolescent dysphoria days - and used a lot of acne wash. He hummed “I Walk The Line.” His genitals were tingling. They’d been tingling off and on for the past month, a mildly irritating sensation that was like arousal unconnected to anything. It was because things were reorganizing down there. A look with his phone camera the night before showed that he was experiencing what his endocrinologist had decorously referred to as “growth of erectile tissue wherever it is found in the body.” There was an appendage. Previously tiny and hidden, the appendage was now the size of a marble, although after years on T it would grow to the size of a thumb and take on a penile appearance - or so he hoped. He’d decided to refer to it as his phallus. The word was his secret; he knew that if he mentioned it online or even to a doctor, he might be ridiculed for his avoidance of the scientific term, which started with “c” and had always made him feel ill. It was only through a combination of testosterone and new words that he might someday overcome his aversion to sex, but it embarrassed him anyway; he was still struggling to accept that his gender dysphoria would never be fully explicable to those who had never experienced it, and that he was free to chart his own course through life and language without forever rationalizing, justifying, and explaining. It was time to get dressed. First, he put on his STP device with its rainbow harness. The STP device was a soft, hollow, realistic-looking silicone prosthesis that could either be positioned upright to mimic the bulge of a flaccid penis in his pants or pushed back to allow him to pee standing up. When positioned for peeing, the “balls” folded out into a reservoir that sat under his slit. Even after a year of practice, using the STP had its challenges. Xander always went in stalls because he was paranoid that the silicone wasn’t realistic enough, or that a cis man at a urinal would notice the odd movements he made positioning it. It was impossible to wash the thing out in a public bathroom, so any smells generated by drops of urine that remained in the device after peeing were unpredictable. The obvious solution was to pee only later in the day, although that always meant that his bladder was quite full and it could be hard to moderate his stream so that gravity had time to work on the funnel of the STP. Yet Xander loved standing to pee. It made him feel powerful and right, a comrade to other men. The prosthesis had been worth the investment, and he found that he used it by default except at night. Over the harness he put some roomy red boxers and a pair of black jeans that disguised his troublesome hip-shoulder ratio. He then pulled on (with effort) a white tank-style binder that smooshed his c-cup breasts into nice-looking pectorals. Over this he wore an ordinary man’s undershirt and gray sweater. He added chunky retro white tennis shoes for the vibe and he was ready to go. Dressed plainly like this, he found that he passed in places where people didn’t know him, albeit as a much younger boy. Downstairs, his parents and little sister greeted him by name. They were getting better at it all the time. He grabbed some toast and a Mountain Dew-based energy drink. “That stuff looks like nuclear waste. I don’t know how you stand it,” Mr. Cohen said. In his estrogen-dominated incarnation, Xander would have gotten angry at his father for insulting his drink. He would have pitched a fit about how absurd it was that everyone expected him to drink bitter-ass coffee like some kind of millennial. He might have even cried. Now more balanced, he held up the can, laughed, and said, “that it does, dad. Do you think I’ll turn into the Creature from the Black Lagoon in time for Halloween?” ________ TO BE CONTINUED...
  6. So I came across this petition today that calls on a high school to give students more then 4 bathroom breaks per semester. https://www.change.org/p/sahuaro-high-school-students-sahuaro-bathroom-pass-change Apparently they get a piece of paper that gets punched whenever they need to visit the bathroom and they only get FOUR punches for a WHOLE semester. That just blows my mind on so many levels on how inhumane it is, as the petition says it's blatantly sexist since women have periods to deal with so they'll invariably end up using up their allotted breaks quicker. But even for guys this policy is horribly unfair. I went to a school for special needs kids and there was one point where students had to be escorted to the bathroom by a teacher for a while(because some dumbass had taken a crap in one of the urinals) and I always thought that was unfair, but this takes the cake. But at the same time it would undoubtedly make for a great story, i'm sure @DesperateJill would be able to write a fine story about this kind of subject matter as it seems right up her alley. Any of you ever heard of or had to deal with a policy like this one?
  7. Requesting for videos where a schoolgirl falls asleep during class and pees herself. When she wakes up, she is embarrassed. We remember seeing one where a girl dream peeing in cave and wets herself. We were wondering if anyone had seen any more such free clips and would be so as to kind enough to post them. Please don't post links to premium/paid websites as we cannot afford it. Also please do not advertise your pee-website saying you can do it for a certain price.
  8. Tonight was the night—the first showing of Romeo and Juliet. For the first time in my life, I had been cast in a play. Not only had I been cast, I had been given the lead. I was playing Juliet, my most favorite of all the female leads in Shakespeare’s plays. I spent countless hours rehearsing, memorizing lines, blocking scenes, stealing kisses between classes with my co-star, Collin, and soaking up the limelight. Tonight was going to be perfect. Most likely. I paced the hallway outside the green room, wringing my hands nervously. There were so many people in the audience tonight. The entire auditorium had sold out. What if I messed up a line? What if I tripped and fell on my face? I clutched my full skirts in my fists, trying to keep from full-out panicking. “Hey.” I turned around and saw Collin striding toward me confidently, his nobleman’s cap swinging from his fingers. I cleared my throat. “Hey, Collin.” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my voice came out as a shallow squeak. Collin’s brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?” I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak again. Collin dropped his hat on the ground and took my hands in his. “You’re going to be great, you know.” I couldn’t look him in the eyes. Instead, I stared mutely at the floor, agonizing over how opening night would go. Collin released one of my hands and reached out. His hand softly grasped my chin and pulled upwards, forcing me to look at him. His golden brown eyes were steady. “You. Are. Amazing,” he said, carefully enunciating each word. “I have watched you learn this part until it’s the only thing you ever think about. There is no way you will screw this up, because it’s a part of you. You can do this.” I nodded my head a little, to show I understood what he was trying to say. “Thanks,” I whispered. A comfortable silence wrapped around Collin and I. I continued to look in his eyes, completely mesmerized. For the first time since we had been cast as lovers, I felt butterflies in my stomach. What was going on? Collin took a deep breath and moved a little closer. Before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. It wasn’t the first time we had kissed by a long shot, but this kiss felt very much like how a first kiss is supposed to feel. The butterflies in my stomach morphed into a whirlwind, a longing for more kisses. I reached up and put my arms around his neck, bringing him even closer. A sigh built up in my chest, and my lips parted. I could feel Collin’s heartbeat speed up. Suddenly, Collin pushed me up against the wall. He pressed his body against mine, and I felt my own pulse accelerate in response. I clenched my hands into fists, trying to close a distance that no longer existed between us. Collin’s hands moved up my arms, over my shoulders, and into my hair. He grasped small handfuls of it and pulled my face even closer to his. This felt so good. “Ahem.” The sound of someone clearing their throat startled me, and Collin leapt backward, spinning toward the source of the noise. Our director stood there, a bemused smile on his face. “Save some of that passion for the stage, kids, okay?” He chuckled, turned, and walked away. My face burned in embarrassment. I glanced at Collin, and saw that his face was equally red. He scratched the back of his head. “Well.” “Yeah…” I was still trying to catch my breath. I had never been kissed like that. Until now, I didn’t even think I liked Collin like that. But my eyes were glued to his face, my stomach a mess of butterflies again. Collin looked at me out of the corner of his eye. He grinned. His smile set my stomach on fire, and I bit my lip in an attempt to keep the fire at bay. I so badly wanted to reach out and stroke his hair, to feel his lips on mine again, to feel his body pressed against me, to fight for breath. “Well, break a leg tonight,” Collin said. He leaned over and gave me a small peck on the lips before walking down the hallway. I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Time to begin. “Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.” The narrator introduced the play to the audience. I watched from backstage as the play began to unfold before me. “Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.” The guy playing Sampson said one of my favorite lines from the first scene as the guys playing Abraham and Balthasar came waltzing onto the stage. I turned away from the stage, wanting to save my energy for later—my feet were already beginning to hurt in these shoes. I sat on a wooden box, commonly used for a prop, and let the skirt of my dress fan out around me. I wasn’t due on stage for a little while yet, so I wanted to relax while I still had the chance. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, listening to the actors say their lines; listening to the audience laugh in response. I smiled to myself. Maybe tonight really would be okay. “Is the day so young?” I heard Collin’s opening line, and smiled even wider. Things were going to be so different between us from now on, and I was eager for it to happen. I couldn’t wait to be on stage next to him, being his Juliet. Maybe I would get to be his real life Juliet, too. The stage lights dimmed and the audience applauded as scene one came to an end. Only a few more minutes till my cue. I heard footsteps crossing the stage, and the lights flared back to life. I sat there, still only half listening to what was happening on stage. I decided to quickly get a drink before I had to be on stage, because I likely wouldn’t get another chance for a while. I quietly crossed to the cooler in the corner and took out an ice cold bottled water. I quickly snapped off the lid and began guzzling the liquid. It was so cold, but it was especially refreshing. I downed the entire bottle in less than a minute. I was thirstier than I thought! I grabbed another bottle from the cooler and took it with me to where I had been sitting earlier. I opened it and took a sip just as the lights dimmed, indicating the end of scene two. Time to go! I put the lid back on my water bottle and stood, quietly making my way to the edge of the stage. “God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!” I heard my cue, and quickly walked onto the stage. “How now! Who calls?” I cried. “Your mother.” The girl playing the nurse replied. I quickly lost myself in the scene, feeling as though I truly were Juliet reincarnate. Time flew by, and all too soon scene three was over. I exited the stage and returned to my water bottle. I took another long swig of water. It was so hot under all those stage lights. I felt like I had sweat out most of that first bottle I drank earlier. I quickly finished off my second one, and crossed over to the cooler to grab a third. I broke the seal on the cap and took a pull from the ice cold water. It was so refreshing. All too soon, it seemed to me, it was time for me to be back onstage. This time, though, I got to finally be onstage with Collin. My heart thumped erratically at the thought. “If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” As I listened to Collin say his line, the butterflies returned to my stomach with a vengeance. I replied with my line, completely immersing myself in the moment. The scenes flew by quickly. I felt like, for the first time, I wasn’t acting. As Juliet fell in love with Romeo, I began to feel something for Collin that I hadn’t felt before. I felt like things were going to change between us now, and I was excited for what the future might bring. I hoped that I would get to be his real life Juliet. When it was time for Romeo and Juliet to get married, I felt a twinge in my lower stomach. I ignored it, because I was in the middle of a scene. When I walked off stage again I felt that twinge worse than before. As I reached for my water bottle to rehydrate, it hit me. I’d been drinking so much water tonight. I’d already had 4 bottles, and I was working on my fifth. I had to pee. Bad. I briefly wondered if I could make it to the bathroom down the hall before my next scene when I heard my next cue. Well, the play was almost halfway over. I could hold it for another hour or so. I quickly walked onstage. By the time Mercutio was killed by Tybalt, I was doing a jig backstage, trying to keep my pee in. I really had to pee, but the breaks between my scenes were getting shorter and shorter. There wouldn’t be enough time, and I couldn’t ruin opening night. So I continued to hold. It felt like the rest of the play took forever. I tried so hard to focus on my lines, but my need to pee was always waiting in the back of my mind. Finally it was time for Juliet to feign her death. As the lights dimmed, I hurried to my place on the stage, lying on the “altar” in the “tomb.” The second that I was horizontal, I felt like my bladder was going to explode. I felt my pee traveling further south, and I knew it was only a matter of time before it was too late. I clenched my bladder muscles, willing my pee to stay inside. I desperately wanted to shove my hand into my crotch to physically restrain my pee, and I was just about to when the stage lights came back on. I had to lie perfectly still. It was my only job. I kept my eyes closed and continued willing myself to stay dry. Soon I heard Collin’s footsteps approaching. “How oft when men are at the point of death have they been merry!” As Collin continued with his final lines, my bladder gave a painful lurch. A small trickle of pee slithered out of me, dampening my panties. I squeezed my bladder muscles even tighter, but I could feel my control fading. I wanted to clench my fists, but any movement in this scene was forbidden. Collin walked closer to me, still delivering his lines. He picked up my hand. I tried so hard to focus on that hand, but I was going to lose my battle any second now. “Ah, dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?” Collin’s voice took on an edge of despair, and it made my heart thump loudly in my ears. I focused on his voice, reveling in its rich tones, and relaxed. I realized it was a fatal mistake one second too late. Pee rushed from my bladder in a waterfall of relief. I tried to stop it, but my need to pee was so much worse than my need to hold it in. My pee soaked my panties. When my panties could hold no more liquid, my pee began to pour onto the skirts of my dress. At first, I thought I would be safe because there was so much fabric to soak up the pee. Maybe nobody would notice. But I kept peeing. It felt like it would never stop. “O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.” Collin finished his lines, and leaned over me for the last kiss before he, as Romeo, died. Just as his lips began to brush mine, my skirts had soaked up all of the pee they could, and I was still peeing, very forcefully. I couldn’t make it stop. A soft splattering sound reached my ears as my pee flowed off the sides of the altar and onto the wooden floor of the stage. My eyes snapped open and locked with Collin’s. His eyebrows drew down in confusion. He glanced down at the floor. When he saw what was happening, his eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate any further to finish playing his part. His lips brushed against mine, softly at first, and then a little more desperately. The kiss sent a wave of butterflies coursing through me, and my pee gushed out even harder. I wondered when my pee would run out. As Collin collapsed to the floor, very carefully out of range of my pee, I felt the stream slow slightly. I hoped I would be done peeing before it was time for Juliet to reawaken. In the silence that filled the auditorium after Romeo’s death, the splashing of my pee was very audible. For a moment I panicked, thinking that the audience might be able to detect what it was. Finally, at long last, my pee slowed to a slight trickle. I could still hear pee dripping onto the floor still, but it, too, was slowing down. It was time for me to get up off of the altar. I slowly sat up. As I did, I heard some members of the audience gasp. Whispering began to flood the auditorium. “….pee...” “….what that sound was…” “…so gross!” I tried to stay in character as I slyly peeked through my eyelashes at my lap. I was horrified by what I saw. The front of my dress, from waist to knees, was completely and obviously saturated. The location of the stain made it plain what had happened. There was no covering it up now. I stood up, ready to admit defeat and just leave the stage in my disgrace. As soon as my legs were straight, I began to pee again. It was just as forceful, if not more so, as before, and it was very loudly splashing on the floor of the stage. Mortified, I turned and fled the stage, peeing the whole time.
  9. Ally woke up on a groggy morning with a groggy start and a groggy bus ride to a groggy school, However, this day was to be a special one. She had a track meet! Not only that, but something special happened on that day that Ally will never forget. As Ally rode the 30 minute bus ride, she noticed some girl squirming and fidgeting. What could that be? Ally thought she must be having stomach pains or something. The girl asked the bus driver if she could use a restroom as there were still 14 minutes left in the bus ride. The bus driver asked the radio to advise her, with the reply: is there any reason why this girl cannot relieve herself after 14 minutes? The bus driver said that she could probably wait, as the restrooms were off limits because that would be going off route. The girl just had to hold it. As the bus arrived at the school, the girl started to moan slightly and was grabbing her crotch repeatedly. After what seemed like forever, the bus driver let the kids off, and the girl rushed to the restroom as fast as she could. She had a wet patch on her jeans, Ally noticed. Ally decided that during advisement that she would masturbate in the restroom. She liked to see girl wet their panties, and this situation inspired some ideas. It was hard paying attention in class, but eventually advisement came. Ally asked to be excused to go to the restroom. After getting permission, she waltzed into the girls room and went into a stall. She pulled down her jeans and started wanking. She was thinking about the girl who wet herself, and started to moan slightly. Ms. Anderson had been teaching class, when she saw a parapro walk by. She drank a pot of coffee that morning and didn't have time to use the restroom. She was bursting to go at this point as it had been 7 hours since she had gotten to school. The teacher excused herself and asked to parapro if she could watch the class for a few seconds while she went to pee. The parapro agreed, and Ms. Anderson grabbed her crotch and hobbled painfully to the girls room. When she arrived, she heard a loud "MMMnh" Ms. Anderson was shocked! Who is that?! Ally did not hear Ms. Anderson coming, and she said in a tiny voice, me. Ms. Anderson demanded that Ally come out right this instant! Ally denied, seeing that Ms. Anderson was fidgeting a lot. I don't want to. And besides, I'm already in a restroom, you'll have to stay out there until I decide to come out. Ms. Anderson started to grab her crotch again. But then, she had an idea! she went into one of the stalls to wait for Ally to come out. Ally had a plan, too. She knew how desperate that Md. Anderson was, and she started to pee with load moans of staged relief. Ms. Anderson saw through this, and she pulled down her skirt to pretend she was about to pee. Ally continued to moan until Ms. Anderson started to leak. she was so desperate that she was really bursting! Ally pulled up her jeans, opened the stall, and ran as fast as she could, anywhere. Ms. Anderson had to push hard to keep the remaining pee behind her sphincter as she hiked up her skirt and ran out of the restroom to chase Ally. She winced on every step as she thundered through the hallways, torturing her bladder to the limit. Ally ran track, so she was extremely fast, and as she zipped through the hallways, Ms. Anderson lost sight of her. She started to slow down to try to find a restroom, but she had to scissor her legs and grab her crotch to stop herself from flooding her panties! She finally found a girls room, and she hobbled as fast as she could to get to a stall. She was moaning loudly, and every step was painful. A hissing noise told her that she had let a jet escape from her bladder. Ms. Anderson crossed her legs and clutched her crotch for dear life. She stepped again, but another spurt came out! She tried desperately to keep back the flood, but more moaning and spurting came through her sphincter and into her panties! Ms. Anderson heard the longest hissing noise of all, and pee flowed through her skirt, down her legs, and into her shoes and onto the floor. She let go onto the floor next to the girls restroom and her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. What a day! Ms. Anderson walked to the clinic with her weakened bladder and asked shyly for a change of clothes. Ally had walked back to class and gotten away with everything. The teacher didn't even question her!
  10. Carliihde made this amazing Wonder Woman art for her high school girl's bathroom. Isn't it good?
  11. Sitting in her biology class, high school senior Anna was feeling quite bored. She had only a month or so remaining of school, but was completely burned out by this time, and no longer wanted anything to do with school work. It was her last year of school, and she simply wanted to leave to go to college, having already been accepted to a small college by her house. Anything beat sitting in the dull high school classrooms all day. Anna was a bit of a quiet girl, she never really volunteered in class and sat at the back of the room every chance she got. Her appearance alone seemed to back this fact up. She had straight brown hair that stretched down towards her shoulder, to go along with her slim frame. She wore glasses that made her look a bit nerdy, which didn't help her popularity factor at all with other girls. Despite everything, Anna was a fairly smart girl, but found little reason to try in class. She received average grades most of her life, even though her parents were always on her case about putting in a bit more effort. However, in the past semester, Anna was completely zoned out. She had a D in the class, which was very unlike her, despite her high intelligence. With only a month remaining left of class, she had to bring it up, or risk potentially getting rejected from her college for not maintaining her grades. Anna did her best to try and raise her grade, but she couldn't bring herself to pay attention in class, and she did poorly on tests. However, there was one final project for the class, which was a very high percentage of the overall grade. The teacher was explaining the project that would be imperative for their grades. They were all assigned an organ in the body that had an important function. The students would have to do some project on it, but it had to be unique, and that was left up to the students. Soon, after the teacher rattled off everyone in the class, she called Anna's name. Anna picked her head up a bit and listened closely. "Anna your project will be on the human bladder..." The teacher announced as she rattled off the rules of the project. "And to finish...this project is 10 percent of your overall grade for the class...so do keep that in mind." She cautioned as the bell rung for the end of the day. Anna got up and followed the herd out as she got in her car and drove home. Anna returned home and she went up to her room. She set her backpack down and laid down on her bed, wondering what to do for her project. It was nagging her as she had no idea what to do for it. The human bladder? What was she supposed to do with that? She thought for a while, laying on her bed while trying to think of ideas of what to do. As she got up to go to the bathroom, an idea suddenly sprouted in her head. What if she did an experiment that would test how long she could her bladder, and report her findings? It sure sounded weird, but it was certainly creative and Anna was positive that nobody would think of anything similar. She thought over it briefly, and decided on it. She went to the bathroom to secure an empty bladder and started gathering her materials. It would certainly be an interesting night. A few minutes later, Anna returned with her supplies for her experiment. She had several bottles of water, a towel and her laptop. She planned to record how much she drank, how long she had been holding for, and how she felt as she held. She had no idea how long this would last, but she was determined to make it count. As the hour hand reached six, Anna started to drink her first bottle, and her experiment started. (This was just an idea that popped in my head today, and I decided to write a brief starter. If you guys enjoy it enough, I'll continue. Let me know what you think!)
  12. Hi everyone! This is my first post here so I really hope you guys enjoy this. Here goes nothing! It’s sophomore year of high school. I'm sitting in my 5th hour in Spanish, with Sra. Doan. We are watching a Spanish movie. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I hear my friend Maddy say under her breath, "I have to pee so bad." “Oh shit, I hope that the unthinkable doesn't happen." I thought. "Puedo ir al baño?" She asks in Spanish. That was something we had to do in class, was ask for something in Spanish instead of English. What she said means in English, "Can I go to the bathroom?" “Después de la película, vale?" Sra. Doan tells her. Which means, "After the movie, ok?" And that proves to be a fatal mistake. Over time, her urge to go gradually starts to increase. A few minutes later, I hear something faint, and I realized that Maddy had a leak. She is dead silent. Shockingly, Sra Doan can't hear this, so she keeps playing the movie. However, within a few moments, the strain of holding in all her pee was too much, and she gave in. What happened next was nothing short of humiliating. She flooded her shorts, and you could clearly hear the hissing from her stream of pee rushing out of her and getting onto the chair, and eventually the floor. She turns bright red, softly crying. I make a signal for everyone to leave the room, and immediately rush over to help and offer to take her to the nurse. Sra. Doan pats me on the back for rushing to her aid, and gives Maddy a huge hug, apologizing that she didn’t notice what was going on. Maddy appreciates the support from both of us. “I’m so sorry you had to go through something like this. It's very painful to have to go through something so terrible and embarrassing.” I tell her. [5:24 PM] “Yeah... I didn’t expect to lose control like that. But I’m super appreciative that you got everyone out knowing that I was in such an embarrassing situation.” She said, and I could tell she meant it. Shortly after, we got to the nurses office, and I hug her not caring she's wet, tell her goodbye and head back to the room so we can start cleanup. “Man, I really feel sorry for her. But in the end I’m happy that she got the aid she needed for a situation as embarrassing as that.” I thought to myself. From that day forward, for the rest of the semester, the moment Maddy looked like she needed to go, Sra. Doan sent Maddy a silent signal that she had permission to go the restroom, no matter what we were doing.
  13. The teachers at my high school had a policy of not letting students use the toilets during the lesson immediately before lunch. The rule was put in place so seniors who drove cars wouldn't skip that lesson to have an extra long lunch off campus. I skipped classes often, so the teachers were particularly strict with allowing me bathroom breaks. But this story is about a classmate that was denied a bathroom break in that lesson. The lesson was an hour and a half long. He ran into class immediately as the bell rang, and rushed over to the teacher to ask for 2 mins to go use the toilets. He needed to put his books down first and ran out of time during break. The teacher denied, and he dejectedly sat down. He looked pretty distressed already. He was sitting near me, and i noticed that he kept moving around. Bouncing his knees mostly. A short while later he whispered to his friend that he had to go very badly since the previous lesson, but there was no time to get his books and use the toilets. Halfway through the lesson he was frantic. He asked the teacher to let him go again, but she told him that he was an adult now and could wait until class was done. People were starting to laugh at his constant squirming. My friend and i teased him also. With 20 mins left of class, he quickly stood up and rushed to the teacher's desk, begging her to let him go. She told him to sit down. He came back to his desk, crossed his ankles, and put his head in his hands. He was totally focused on holding it in, and payed no attention to anything else. When the bell rang, he sprang out of his chair, and ran to the toilets down the hall. He left his books and backbpack behind.
  14. Ms. Landers was 30-year-old history teacher. She had dark hair, nice breasts, good-sized hips, and was wearing light-colored pants that day with a white shirt. Unfortunate for her, many of her male students suffered from OOD (omorashi-obsessive-disorder) lol. Ms. Landers was writing on the board, ten minutes from class being over, when all the sudden, she felt a twitch in her bladder. That twitch then became a sudden urge of bladder pain beating inside of her saying, "Bathroom time! I need to exit! Find a toilet please!" Those last ten minutes were the longest of Landers' life. Sadly, as she sat, feet up at her desk, crossed, some of the male students were extremely turned on. She felt the pressure inside building up and then the bell rung. She got up, grabbed her bag, keys (one of which was for the private teacher's lavatory) but placed them down when Kevin, a student came up. "Hey, Ms. Landers, I had a question about the assignment for tonight..." he said with a smirk. Her leg went back and started to shake from the growing desperation. "It's on this chapter on Washington..." Landers tried to focus. She said, "Well, basically the assignment is about how to put on a good government." Another student, Greg, was close by shaking his water bottle back and forth. Landers looked away in agony. She could feel she needed a toilet, now! "Um, Kevin, is that it, because I really have to-." "Oh sure, Ms. Landers. Thanks." Him and friends walked off, but were not done yet. Landers locked her classroom up and hurried down the hall crowded with people. They were not moving fast enough. She grew concerned remembering how she lost her first teaching job: she wet her pants in front of the whole class. Parents were angry that a teacher would do something so horrendous. This made her anxiety grow remembering that, and of all the kids laughing at her. She finally made it to the teacher's ladies room. Lucky for her, she was the only lady teacher on this floor, so it was very likely unoccupied. She looked at the door handle which had a "unoccupied" in the spot where the lock changed the sign. She placed the key in, breathed with relief, turned it and....tried to turn it again....and again, but it would not budge. "What the...?" she said. Landers looked and saw this key was not the bathroom key. Not far behind, the boys from class held the actual bathroom key. While Kevin had asked her questions for schoolwork, another boy sneaked it off her desk and removed the restroom key. Landers kept looking, through her bag, pockets, she was fighting a losing battle with her bladder. Out of frustration she started to bang on the door, wrestled with the handle. This only made it worse, as more of the OOD students saw she was desperate and wanted to part take on the action. Her stomach started to growl from a full bladder taking up space and she ran down the stairs. Every step was agonizing bumps of added pressure to the poor history teacher's bladder. "Oh boy," she said. "I can't have an accident. I can't pee myself in front of all fellow staff and students. Can't!" One of the students knew where she was headed. He made it to the teacher's lounge before her and occupied the one bathroom in there. Landers ran in, grabbed the bathroom door handle and the sigh of relief made her bladder start to give away thinking she was going to finally go. But, it would not open. "No....No," Landers cried. She knocked on the door and said, "Umm....are you almost done in there? I really, really gotta go." The student remained silent, turning on the sink at full blast and flushing the toilet. The student said in a ruffled voice, "I had a bad stomach ache. I can't really tell you." The sink and toilet watery sounds made her almost lose control of her orb of pee inside of her. Ms. Landers could not wait! She ran out of the lounge and down the hall to the handicap bathroom. There was no key needed, it locked from inside. She was just about there when Mrs. Alheart, a new teacher, young, hot, ran right past her in tight black pants, and black jacked, brown high heels, and pushed Landers out of the way to the ground. Landers grabbed her crotch, almost losing it. Alheart, before closing the bathroom door, said: "I'm so sorry!" Alheart started to bounce. "But I've been holding it all day. I can't wai-" she slammed the door and locked. Landers wanted to wait, but could not. She needed a bathroom like yesterday. She hurried down the hall, legs inwards at the knees, seeing the students, teachers, realizing in great fear she might have an accident in front of everyone again. She could lose everything, her job, friends, respect in the town. Her heart raced, and she reached one of the student restrooms. They had multiple stalls, and she went in. All four stalls had a member of the cheerleading squad standing in front. Landers begged, "Um, um girls, excuse me but I really, badly have to," as she rushed in the girls pushed her away one by one. "We see the way our boyfriends look at you all the time," a cheerleader said. Each one was a girlfriend of the omorashi obsessed teen boys. "This is not so much personal, but punishment. If making you wet yourself gets you tossed out of this school, I'm for it." The other girls nodded in agreement. Landers' heart raced faster. "What? But girls I...I...." one leg automatically crossed the other. She held herself, hopped in place. "Girls, pleasssse. I just signed a lease on the new apartment for another year. I can't lose this job." "Too bad," one of the cheerleaders said. Landers almost broke down in tears but started to feel it. Urine was breaking through. Her bladder had reached the max capacity and then some, so it was started to head out whether she liked it or not. She rushed at the stalls again fighting with all her might but the cheerleaders pushed her out. Right before she went back in someone grabbed her from behind. It was Principal Powers. An old, grumpy man. "Ms. Landers, I have been hearing talks you have been holding inappropriate positions in front of students." Landers said, "But sire, please I..." Powers said, "No no no, we need to talk." He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into this office, seating her across his desk. Ms. Landers was holding herself on her light-colored pants which would clearly show any leaks. She worried about the embarrassment. Her legs crossed waving around over the other. Powers went on to explain, "Now, whether it is from some urge of tendencies or not, you must know that-." Landers could not hear him. Her nerves were making her shake too much, and she felt her whole stomach start to expand. Her mouth was shut tight in a frown. She had to find a toilet, a bathroom, now! Powers said, "Understand, Ms. Landers?" Landers nodded in agreement to nothing she heard. "Good. Then you can go back to your room and rearrange everything. Should take the rest of the day. Do not stop until it is done." Landers stuttered, "Y-yes, ssssssssir. I just need to go to the bathroom very fast." "Absolutely not!" Powers said. Landers heart sank. "I asked you if you would forgo any bathroom or lunch trips the rest of the day to finish your room. You agreed." Landers could not believe it. Her own pain caused her demise. Oh, if only she had tried to focus better. Why is this happening to me? I don't deserve this....why!?!?" Powers followed her back to her room. This meant climbing up the stairs. She started to cry tears, knowing there was no way she could make it. "S-siirrr. Please. Just thirty seconds. I can't wait, I need the bathroom please." Right then, Mrs. Alheart, who stole the bathroom before, walked by in relief, drying her hands on cloth. "Ahh," Alheart said calmly. "Hey Ms. Landers. Thank you so much for letting me cut in front of you. It would have been humiliating to wet my pants in front of everyone." Principal Powers nodded. "Yes, indeed. I can't think of anything more career-crushing and humiliating." Landers looked through the shards of her tears. She felt like she could lose control of the body of yellow water inside of her any moment. Alheart tapped her foot heel, making a clapping sound on the floor. One of the OOD students came by and offered them some sparkling water. He said they were giving it to the teachers as a reward for being awesome. Principal Powers and Mrs. Alheart smiled. They took their cups as the student slowly poured it. Seeing the water pour, making a splashing sound, made Ms. Landers erupt into uncontrolled pain. She didn't know what to do. She blushed, tears ran down her face, knowing she was going to lose. She thought, I can't believe it is happening again. All I wanted to do was go pee. I'm going to have an accident, and everyone will see it. How could I lose my key, face the occupied restroom, those girls and--wait? Landers realized the boys from class had done all this. She thought she saw her key on one of them while in the halls. She went to her room, saw that the boys had left their backpacks in her class out of excitement to follow her and cause her to become desperate. An hour later, the boys picked up their backpacks, laughing at a turned around Landers as they walked out. She was smiling......with an empty bladder.....and dry pants. The boys went into the hall and swung their backpacks on and out came splashed of yellow, smelly pee. Students turned around and gasped. They assumed the boys peed themselves. They all pointed and laughed at them and Powers who walked by Landers room to tell her it looked great, saw the boys. "Dear sweet lord. You boys are coming with me. I want you after school, every day, for the next month. I'm going to teach you to learn how to control your bladders." he pulled the cruel boys away in defeat. Ms. Landers had won the war. DELETED SCENE:****************************************** Landers did not forget about Alheart. After she went in the backpacks, Landers placed strong glue meant to fix walls on Alheart's seat. She also cut up a few of her laxatives and mixed it in Alheart's coffee mug. When the final bell rung, Alheart's class left. Her belly then grumbled. It was pain of expansion, and she felt her butt opening up. Her bladder had also become full. Alheart got up but couldn't. She was glued to her chair. Her heart sank and she said, "Oh.......no." She could not even cross her legs due to the glue. She grabbed her crotch and bit her lip. She did not have much time. It was coming out. She tried pulling herself up using the computer. She tried swinging herself off by force. Nothing worked. Her stomach growled even louder. So loud students and teachers looked in her room. Alheart was humiliated. She put on a fake smile and said, "Oh.....h-hey everyone I-." An eruption of hot force filled her stomach. Her toes curled up on those high heels, tears rained from her eyes. She could not believe what was about to happen. Her phone rang. A familiar voice said over it: "Hey Alheart, revenge is either sweet or stinky like what you're about to do. There's glue remover under your desk.....if you can reach it in time." The voice hung up. Alheart looked underneath her desk. There it was: glue remover. She bent down which was agonizing as it only pushed on her waste, she reached out desperate to save herself. She was crying so hard. "Oh come on, please please! I can't soil myself." Poor Mrs. Alheart reached as far as she could but it did not work. She thought and envisioned people making fun of her, her next job finding out about her accident. What if kids recorded it? I can't pee or poop myself. I can't! She used her leg to kick it over. Then used her feet to grab and throw the bottle up. All this made the pressure inside 100x worse. She could feel the beast slipping through the cracks. She used the glue remover on her butt and it worked. Alheart was free. She dashed into the hall. "I'm gonna make it! I'm gonna make it. Yes!" Then, Landers came around the corner and opened the bathroom door, smiling. Alheart's throat dropped into itself. She fell into despair. Landers occupied the bathroom. Alheart fought the handle but it was too late. "No No No NO!" People watched, some in horror as the hot teacher had waste of all kinds leaking out from her waist, pants zipper, and heels. She cried so hard and covered her mouth and many laughed. "Oh my god....O....I......can't believe it." It was a mixture of brown and yellow, her belly deflated, she felt it. "Look, Mrs. Alheart is going in her pants!" many students laughed. Alhearts worst fear had come true. She really thought she had made it. But she didn't. She saw Landers behind her. Landers said, "You're turn." Alheart, crying so hard, said, "Wh-why? It's not fair." Landers remembered why she got fired from her last job. "Life is never fair." Alheart could see all the people circling her, laughing at her unfortunate event. She was so embarrassed. She ran away, waste still falling. ALTERNATE ENDING******************************************************************************* "Ahh," Alheart said calmly. "Hey Ms. Landers. Thank you so much for letting me cut in front of you. It would have been humiliating to wet my pants in front of everyone." Principal Powers nodded. "Yes, indeed. I can't think of anything more career-crushing and humiliating." Landers looked through the shards of her tears. She felt like she could lose control of the body of yellow water inside of her any moment. Alheart tapped her foot heel, making a clapping sound on the floor. One of the OOD students came by and offered them some sparkling water. He said they were giving it to the teachers as a reward for being awesome. Principal Powers and Mrs. Alheart smiled. They took their cups as the student slowly poured it. Seeing the water pour, making a splashing sound, made Ms. Landers erupt into uncontrolled pain. She didn't know what to do. She blushed, tears ran down her face, knowing she was going to lose. She thought, I can't believe it is happening again. All I wanted to do was go pee. I'm going to have an accident, and everyone will see it! Landers' legs were twisted. The student held a cup in front of Ms. Landers as well asking if she wanted. She shook her head very hard. But the student poured it slowly right in front of her face. She watched in horror as some drops even splashed her face. She felt her bladder moving around inside. Landers ran. Legs tight together, but ran. She had to make it to the bathroom, she just had to. She was not watching, and one of the OOD students spilled his water on purpose so she slipped. He caught Landers, but it caused her legs to spread and scared her. Her panties were hit, and people stared as her pants had a stain that went from small to huge in seconds. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Ms. Landers yelled. It spread out through under near her shoes. Pee even got on her shirt. She stunk and was soaked. No one deserved an accident this embarrassing. One of the boys said, "Dang, maybe we made her wait too long." Ms. Landers cried as it just kept coming out. Many of the girls ran away, the cheerleaders stood by nodding in victory. Principal Powers came by and looked outraged. "Ms. Landers! I can't believe this!" Landers cried and begged, "But sir......I......please, I-." "YOU'RE FIRED!!! And I'll make sure this incident stays on your record for any future interviews you may have." Landers could not believe her ears. She was still raining from her pants. She lost everything. People left as she fell to her knees in her own pee. Hands on face, crying in defeat.
  15. Yo! Bet you guys forgot about me for a bit, right? It's been a while since I last posted anything on this site, that much is for sure. I decided that rather than putting all the content warnings in this opening author note, it might be better to make them all tags instead. As you can see, though, that got out of hand prety quickly... there's fifrteen of those fuckers because of it, and that's just all the basic stuff - it doesn't cover any of the other pairings which will take place should this story last long enough. And to top it all off, all I have to show for it so far is a complete list of eye powers on Deviant Art and a really short prologue... but I should have more sometime soon. I'm slowly removing the roadblocks which have prevented me from writing recently, one at a time. Anyway, without further ado, go ahead and read the prologue! Breaking the Cycle Prologue: That Which Cannot Be Replaced “Big sis! Our clan is being attacked! We’re being wiped out one after another!” The sound of metal seamlessly slicing through wood rang through the summer air as the double-edged katana in my right hand cleaved one of the solid wood targets set up in the Takamachi clan’s courtyard in two. The top half slid down the diagonal cut until it fell to the ground with a loud thud, the noise briefly drowning out the constant harmonious song of the cicadas in the trees which made up the area’s perimeter. “They just killed Mom!” “They killed Mom?! How did they even— no, it doesn’t matter! Take me to them right now! I’ll crush them all before they even notice I’m there!” The memories burned into my brain gave me strength as I reversed the blade’s direction to make a second horizontal slice through the target made out of a section of thick tree trunk. My blade cut through it so swiftly that the top section which got severed didn’t move even a centimeter, but instead simply fell straight down into place so perfectly that it would be next to impossible for most people to even tell that there were two separate pieces. “Mom was killed in a one on one battle! The one who did it is too strong for even you to handle! Their partner is on his way here as we speak, and his energy is even bigger than the one who took mom out!” “I don’t care how strong they are! I can’t let them get away with—” “They’re after you, sis! Mom died trying to keep them from getting to you! If you let yourself get captured or killed, her death will have been in vain! You have to escape!” With a roundhouse kick too swift for the average person’s eyes to follow, my left foot sent the top piece of the trunk flying into one of the trees to my right, the impact causing the birds in that tree to fly away in terror. The tree itself cracked internally at the point of contact until the tree itself fell down into the courtyard, unable to support its own weight. Yui… I won’t let you end up like mom or the rest of our clan. I used the momentum of my kick to pivot on my other foot until I’d done a full rotation and once more stood facing what was left of my target. I jumped high into the air, easily eclipsing the height of the Takamachi clan’s two-floor complex until I could see the streets around it without any obstruction. As I began to descend, I swung the identical blade in my left hand downwards in a vertical arc with such force that I began to roll through the air like a swiftly spinning wheel of death. No matter what it takes… My left sword bisected the trunk cleanly in half from above so violently that both halves were forced backwards by the wind current that my overhead strike had generated. As my rotation came to a halt and my blade once again faced the sky, my feet landed in the spots where the two halves of my makeshift target were mere moments before, planted on either side of a gash in the earth beneath me created by the wind and my sword. No matter who I have to kill… I rushed forward, pivoting on the ground right as I got within striking distance of my next target: the tree in the center of the courtyard which towered over all of the trees along the perimeter. This tree was far thicker than all the others, to the point that cutting it down in a single slashing attack would be impossible. It struck me as quite the symbolic target, considering one of my opponents was strong enough to kill my mother, whom I’d never been able to defeat in a sparring match even once. No matter what kind of insurmountable obstacles stand in my way… As I spun around, my glossy black hair whipping around in the air and covering a lot of my gaze, I swung the sword in my right hand so close to the one in my left that my palms actually brushed against one another. My blade cut through a bit over a fourth of the trunk before me with ease. But before the gap my strike had created could even be narrowed a millimeter, my left sword passed through it fully extended and charged with electrical energy which increased my range and cutting power, slicing through the other half of the trunk of the tree as if it were butter. As the tree I’d kicked part of my last target into did, this one began to fall inwards. Within a few seconds, it would fall onto me and crush me under its weight. Given that the energy which flowed throughout my body enhanced my body’s durability, this wouldn’t even be enough to break my bones, but if I just let it fall onto me, it would take out a not insignificant portion of the Takamachi clan’s complex with it. And it was quite possible that there were people in my friend’s clan in that part who would get killed as a result. I swear I’ll save you… But before it even dipped to a seventy degree angle with the ground, the manifestation of my energy, will and hatred materialized around me, stopping the tree in its tracks with its massive hands that only I could see. My blackish violet Divine Avatar gripped the tree and set it right back on its stump with such precision and gentleness that it did not fall again once it let go and the astral body dematerialized. Even if the price for doing so is my life itself. I sheathed my swords in their scabbards at my waist before placing my hands on the tree at the place where I’d cut it in two. I sent a portion of my energy into the tree, using it to make the stump and severed trunk slowly connect themselves back together. As I did, I remembered what my little sister said to me right before I made my escape that night one week prior. “You’re more important than the entire rest of our clan! You need to survive, even if no one else does! You’re the only one of us who can’t be replaced, sis!” Once I finished repairing the tree, I lowered my hands, beginning to walk off towards the exit to get a drink before coming out to train again. As I did, I began to reply to the what my younger sister had said to me. “That’s just it, Yui… to me, you’re the one thing that can’t be replaced. That’s why I’ll do everything in my power to save you, even if it costs me my own life as a result.” Because to me, your life is far more precious than my own. That’s what being your big sister means… I have to protect you at all costs, even if it means putting myself at risk. I didn’t have much time left before it’d be too late. Sooner rather than later, I knew I needed to start looking into the people who took her… but I needed to make sure I could beat them first. So for the time being, all I could do was train… and try to master as much of my newly unlocked power as possible. Because I knew that if I just charged in as I was now, there’d be no way in hell I’d stand even a ghost of a chance. Fun fact: this is one of the only installments in the entire first story arc that will be written from Kiriko's perspective. Most scenes will be written from perspectives of either observers of fights or the ones who will lose the fights in the chapter. Anyway, not really much to say about this. If you're interested in learning about the eye powers in this AU and who will get each of them, I'll direct you to this Deviant Art Journal which explains them all in great detail, save for the one which is intentionally not revealed for major spoiler reasons. Also, for those who read my other story, Asuna's Descent into Diaperhood, be advised that it will not be abandoned, nor will its sequel be... although my EoS story is in fact dead for now at the very least. Other than that, there's not really a lot to go over. See you in chapter one!
  16. Found this story online and thought it was pretty great, hope it hasn't been posted here before. http://neutronsprotons.com/2015/01/04/peeing-my-pants-in-high-school/
  17. Dream Love You can't believe it, Mr. Simmons actually partnered you with Emma, your crush since elementary school, not like she actually ever noticed your existence anyways. Emma is loved by everybody, the popular type except with none of the bitchy characteristics that you would assume if you recently watched Mean Girls. She is unbelievably gorgeous as well, and she's coming to your house! Knock, Knock "Come in!" You shout across the house "Hi Ben!" She says as she walks into your room clutching her books in that cute way you've always admired. She swings her bookbag off of her back and onto your table. "Nice house, are your parents not home?" "No, they are on a cruise, I don't think they get back for another week" You reply, smiling back at her. Deep down you are extremely nervous talking to her, you definitely don't want to mess up this chance to spend time with Emma. You've dreamed up so many different scenarios of this moment, with Her in your room, but you shake off the dirty thoughts. Emma is a good girl, a straight A student, I have to act civilized and try to make her laugh. "Do you have anything to drink? I'm parched" she asks. You go to the kitchen and grab two sodas, and bring it back to your room and give her her drink. "Thank you very much," she replies smiling, "Do you wanna get started?" "Sure, Russia, the World's Death Star" You and Emma work on the project, doing your research, exchanging laughs and making very good time on the paper. The night is going very well and you and Emma are very much enjoying yourselves. Eventually you both lose focus and begin to just talk as if you were friends for your whole lives. She's fucking perfect, you think to yourself, really wishing that you had gotten the balls to talk to her earlier, as you've missed out on the girl of your dreams your whole life. You learn she's been single since Freshman year, having broken up with her boyfriend because he acted like a child. "I'm a big boy though, look I'm even wearing grown up underwear!" You joke as you pull the elastic waistband on the underwear to show her. The waistband snaps and your hand flies straight up into your face where you punch yourself right in the face. "Fuck!" "OH my god you fucking dork, I'm gonna pee myself!" She yells as she laughs hysterically at you. "Where's your bathroom?" "Our bathroom is actually being remodeled, we don't exactly have a toilet right now" You reply, still laughing. "Wait, then where do you go to the bathroom?" She questions as she squirms. "We go across the street to our neighbors if they're home, they're nice people." "Shit I don't think I can make it across the street." She responds, she begins to look around, as if for something to use, then she looks at you inquisitively for a few moments. "What?" You ask as she continues to stare at you "I don't want to pee myself, and I guess you're cute enough" "What are you talking about?" You question completely confused with what she's saying. "I gotta pee" she says as she begins to take off her socks, then unbuttons her jeans and starts to slide them down her legs. "What the fuck are you doing?" You ask as she continues to take off her panties exposing her cute shaved pussy. "I'm peeing idiot" Emma says as she squats and starts to pee all over your wooden bedroom floor. The piss splashes all over the floor as she releases all of her urine on your bedroom floor. Your cock begins to harden in your pants as you watch your childhood crush pee all over your bedroom floor. She continues until she is completely finished. She looks up at you as you stare down at her. "You know what, I bet you have to pee as well" Emma says as she takes off her shirt and bra, now completely nude in your room. "Pee on me" "You want me to what?" You ask her, realizing that at this moment you'll do whatever she asks. "I pissed on your floor, and in order to make this even you have to piss on something that's mine, but I don't want to ruin my clothes, pee on my tits Ben" "Um..." Where did this come from, she's the straight A student, the good girl, she's not supposed to be naked in my room right now. "Pull that cock out doofus" Emma demands. You follow her orders, you take your dick out of your pants and aim it at Emma's boobs. You wait for a moment, admiring this sight in front of you, the girl of your dreams naked in your bedroom sitting in a pool of her piss awaiting your own flow. You begin to pee on her chest, as it splashes and glistens along her curves. She drops her head back and moans in pleasure as you piss until you no longer have any piss left. She's beautiful, with pee all over her body. She smiles at you while you're holding onto your cock. "I'm so hot for you right now, I need more" Emma grins as she leans towards you. "But... I don't have to pee anymore" you reply confused by her actions. "Your cock silly, I need the other stuff" She coyly says as she winks at you. She reaches her hand out for your cock and directs it towards her mouth, slowly taking your rod into her mouth, licking the head of your cock and swirling her tongue around your shaft. It's like nothing you've ever felt before, you look down at her and she stares up at you with her beautiful blue eyes as she continues to suckle on your cock. You look up at your ceiling, moaning in pleasure, as you do your best not to cum too quickly, which is very difficult in this exact scenario. At this moment, you can't think of anything better in your life than this exact moment. Your piss all over the girl of your dreams and she wants more from you. I've marked my territory, she's mine. You are very close to the biggest orgasm of your life and you pull out of her mouth, jerking your cock above her face until you explode a massive cumload, covering her face in more of your seed than you've ever came in your life. You look at her, smiling as she smiles back, "I don't ever want this moment to end, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life all to myself" You tell her, as she wipes the cum out of her eyes smiling. "I love you Ben, I'm yours baby" Emma says lovingly, "As long as I remember I've dreamed of being with you, in this moment, I mean, my dream didn't have this much cum of course" "Do you want a rag to wash yourself?" You offer her a towel, and she waves it off. "I think I want to savor this moment for a little while longer, and everything that goes along with it" Emma says as she stands up and goes over to you, snuggling up against you, piss and cum covered, until you both fall asleep in each other's arms, living your dream life for at least one night, until it all returns to normal. Or is this the new normal?
  18. Shelby's adopted parents had went out of town on a"business trip" for the first month of school. They trusted Lizzie to take care of the family while they were gone because in their eyes she was the most mature, even though her and Shelby were the same age. It bothered Shelby that Lizzie got to be in charge sure Shelby had some accidents resulting in diapers but she was definitely more mature. It was the first day of school from summer vacation and Shelby and Lizzie were starting high school as Kimberly started kindergarten and Yuuki grade 8. Shelby had felt like she had this potty training thing in the bag like she could hold her bladder, she held it fine most of the summer. Today was the first day of school and Shelby was ready to prove she could hold her bladder. She woke up to a nice moist bed " dang it still can shake wetting the bed can I" she muttered. She changed her panties and thought to her self " maybe I should wear a training pantie just in case." Shelby slid on a training pantie and put her pink uniform skirt, she changed her bra and put the peach and pink shirt on and tied the bow around her neck. After applying her over the knee white socks and black boots, she ran downstairs for breakfast. Lizzie approached her and said "so Shelby are you wearing a diaper". " N-No it's a training pantie just in case" she snapped. " you know Kimberly is 4 and she is out of diapers and look at you" Lizzie taunted. Shelby decided to ignore Lizzie and left for school, half way to school she felt a twinge on her bladder. She couldn't be late for school besides it's nothing right now. It felt like the distance from her to the school just kept increasing and the pain on her bladder did. Because she left the house early she was an hour early to school , the teachers wouldn't let her in not even to pee. She was sitting crossing her legs on the front bench when she saw him her perfect man. He was also early so he sat down on a bench across from Shelby. She was too shy to talk and couldn't form words from her urge to pee. She kept glancing at him, every time she saw him her muscles realaxed and a little pee squirted out causing her to grab her crotch. One minute until school was open for students to come in and Shelby could go pee. The school doors opened and Shelby ran in and dashed towards the bathroom, they were being cleaned shelby stood there in shock and went to the court yard with every step she leaked until she count no longer stop it. She began to pee in the training pantie , it almost leaked. Shelby forgot to pack an extra training pantie to change in to when it got wet. She began to walk towards her first class when she noticed that the bathroom was done being cleaned she walked it to see it was the boys bathroom. Shelby dashed out and ran towards class an half hour into class and the urge to pee hit her hard she grabbed her crotch and felt her wet training pantie against her skin with caused her to leak. What should Shelby do * just pee ( this will cause the training pantie to leak All over the floor ) * hold it until me class ends * ask to go pee *drink a bottle of water
  19. Hello, this is just another one shot while I get back into the swing of writing. You might remember the main character from here though. The dam was on the verge of overflow. The reservoir’s waters sloshed against its wall. Every passing moment more and more water filled the water’s rapidly depleting containment. The barrier’s walls threatened to rupture, the constant flow of water too much for it to resist. Cracks formed. The strain was becoming too great, the deluge would be inevitable and devastating, yet the failure was imminent. The waters within swirled, becoming violent, and choppy waves crashed against the container walls. The defenses cracked even further. Slowly, the fracture in strength grew greater and greater, until, finally, tiny spouts emerged on the outside of the wall. Autumn gasped loudly. Her ears burned as the eyes of her peers turned towards her. Her desperate struggle was conspicuous enough already with her legs tangled so tightly not even Alexander the Great could get them undone, her torso constantly in flux between hunching over her desk, and leaning so far in her seat she risked slipping straight out of it, and her hands balling up the fabric of her pink sweatpants into her fists so tight her knuckles turned white. Whining definitely didn’t help. She had to whimper, though. The hot spurt that escaped only dampened her panties. Still, she was distraught. She could feel the leers of her fellow students focus on her. Tears welled in her eyes as they lifted to the clock above. Only a few minutes left, she could make it… right? Autumn whimpered. As if to draw her minds attention away from the constant ache of her bladder, she dug her finger nails into her thighs. Sweat formed on her knitted brow; it took every ounce of willpower to hold back the coming flood. Her entire body trembled with desperation. She wasn’t going to last much longer. Autumn wriggled her rear into her seat, whining softly. She curled and uncurled her toes. It was hopeless. Autumn shoved her hand in her lap, bit her lip, and curled her body into her seat. “Just a little-uh! Lo-lo-longe-oh!” A surge of pee escaped her. Her panties were the first casualty, almost instantly soaked. The dribble continued steadily, the butt of her sweat pants eagerly absorbed the liquid warmth. The gold flow pooled in the curvature of the plastic seat before Autumn could stem the flow. The lap of her pants didn’t show her shame, yet Autumn was sure that her classmates heard what she thought had been a deafening hiss that felt like it lasted minutes. Perhaps she was right, after all, a couple students seated near her gave her strange looks. Before any actual reactions could occur the bell blared. School had ended. Finally. Autumn waited, both hands firmly pressed into her lap, while every last classmate filed out of the room. The teacher was rather preoccupied with last minute paperwork she appeared to be dealing with. Once the coast was clear Autumn rose from her seat, revealing a shallow puddle of light yellow. Droplets fell from the soaked back of Autumn’s sweatpants when she stood up. Autumn sighed. She wouldn’t be able to do anything about the puddle she would leave behind in her chair, but maybe she could hide her wet butt. Fidgeting in place, Autumn slipped off her cardigan. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, she managed to wrap the jacked around her waist, and it even seemed to cover the entirety of her mess. If she didn’t move soon thought, it certainly wouldn’t be able to. Moving in a sort of shuffle run, Autumn fled the scene of the crime. She had barely left the threshold of the classroom, though, before she was intercepted by a cute boy. “Hey, Autumn.” A light haired boy said. Dressed in a black and gold varsity jacket from the football team, was Scott. His short blonde hair gelled up, his sparkling blue eyes, and his pearly white smile… Scott was surprisingly lean for a football star, but Autumn knew, from her experience at a pool party, that beneath that white tee would be a six pack… and those V-lines… Autumn’s lustful thoughts were sent flying at the demand of her bladder. Her body stiffened for a mere moment, then suddenly, shook and shivered. Her hips swung side to side, she rose to the ball of one foot and switched to the other. “Uh, are you OK?” “N-Not really.” Autumn was NOT going to wet herself in front of her crush. “I uh- gotta go. Bye!” I really gotta go. Autumn thought. Autumn didn’t wait for a reply, instead she fled towards the exit of the school. She wouldn’t make it far though. Autumn barely made it halfway down the hall before she lost it. It started slow. A leisurely runnel of pee ran down her thighs. A dark, glistening patch slowly appeared around the crotch of her pants. The pee continued to rill down her legs, picking up the tempo. The stream ran down her right calf, separating into two separately rivulets that trickled down her ankles. Her bladder forced more of its contents outward, a more powerful flow expelled itself into her pants. The torrent washed across her sweat pants, soaking the front for all too see. The golden out pour spilled onto the floor with a loud splatter. The hot liquid cascaded down her legs, tickling the skin and darkening the pants. Then, almost at once, the rivers of pee finished its delta into the growing ocean beneath Autumn’s feet. Autumn was left standing in the large golden puddle, with unmistakable stains on her pants. She hadn’t entirely noticed the crowd that formed around her until the laughter and sneers reached her ears. Soon the entire school, including Scott, would know that Autumn Rose wet her pants in high school. I'm pretty sure that my fixation towards high school situations stems from two factors. One: all the hot twenty somethings that portray high schoolers in TV shows and movies. Two: the environment of high school makes for interesting stories I think due to all the restrictions placed on people who are almost adults that you don't really get anywhere else, and the social hierarchy and interactions between classmates. Well I hope you enjoyed this! leave any comments or criticisms below. thank you!
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