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Soiled Modifications Another day, another shift at work finally finished, as Stacy returned home exhausted after 8 full hours of retail madness. Exiting her car, she welcomed the brisk wind in the air as opposed to the stale atmosphere of her job. The transition from spring to summer had just begun, Stacy could feel it as she walked to her front door. Unlocking and entering her home, Stacy’s instinct motivated her to open her windows, just enough to allow the wind from outside to fill her house. The breeze gave her much needed serenity from her exhaustion. Stacy started cooking stroganoff while playing her favorite symphonic metal artist in the background, energizing her along with the outside breeze. She aimed to unwind in a simple manner, with her favorite pastime while enjoying some delicious food. In her room she kept a gaming PC that she built years before, with the goal of having a machine that can not only run modern games with ease, but also can handle extensive gaming modification. Booting up the PC, Stacy sat in her comfy computer chair with her dinner, awaiting eagerly to revisit her favorite childhood memories. She had been playing video games since her dad introduced her in her younger years, and starting modding in high school with help from her computer classes. Though her mods were of the more explicit kind, making a name for herself in the modding community for creating quality D.E.S.O related content for countless games of many genres. These mods were mostly character overhauls, namely to strip them down to just their underwear and sometimes diapers, often in a rather soaked or soiled state. Now on the home screen, Stacy opened her mod manager and initiated a modded save for a survival horror title. Survival horror was her favorite genre to mod, simply because it was really funny to make the main characters look out of place from their own setting, given they’re nearly naked in the open. Hours passed, Stacy’s dinner plate was scraped clean, as she continued playing her modded games in peace. Now though she was play-testing her latest mod specifically for a recently published sci-fi horror. Currently she was guiding her bare character through the dark hallways of a derelict spacecraft, wearing nothing but a bra, a pair of panties, and a weapon holster. Stacy in turn was now only wearing her matching red bra and underwear. But as Stacy relaxed and ran her mod through the usual paces, her stomach had been gurgling and churning for a while. Something familiar was certainly brewing with a sizable capacity and urgency. “Not yet… not yet,” She told herself. Stacy was always into panty pooping, but her favorite way of doing so was to hold in her load until after her modded characters had pooped their pants first. Not only does pooping her panties feel even better after seeing her gaming characters do it first, but Stacy finds the mere idea as a fun personal challenge to engage in. Who would shit themselves first: Stacy or her player avatar? So onward Stacy played her game, determined to hold in her shit until she sees her avatar’s undies fill up first. This challenge will be difficult to achieve, the mod she was currently testing was designed under an RNG of sorts tied to the game’s setting. This means for every horrifying event/enemy encounter that happens, there is a random chance the avatar will soil themselves. So Stacy is holding out against random chance, who knows how long it’ll take before she can relieve herself. However Stacy was well aware of this, and looked forward to such an interesting and unpredictable challenge. In fact she made it even harder for herself by deliberately eating foods for the past few days that would make a poopy load that would be huge and demanding. So Stacy’s got her work cut out for her for sure. Another hour passed, and Stacy is now in a losing battle. Despite encountering numerous terrors and nightmares in the game, Stacy’s avatar had still not shit themselves at all. Meanwhile Stacy herself has been struggling to keep herself from pooping her pants prematurely. Her guts were constantly gurgling and churning as her turds relentlessly pressured her anus to open and release, being mere inches from the exit leading to the outside where her underwear was waiting to be filled. Stacy had too many close calls as it was but was still determined to hold out, however she knew well that if her shit makes another attempt, she may not have enough strength to resist. Regardless she continued playing her game while squirming in her chair, eager to win in this challenge she had put herself in. Under her intense digestive pressure, Stacy guides her avatar forward into the next area, the level design of which was a clear sign that she was heading to a boss fight with a nightmarish monster. Stacy mentally prepared herself for a difficult fight, hoping that the conflict would activate the RNG. Surly enough, the beast’s arrival was terrifying in many psychological ways and the resulting fierce battle demanded all of Stacy’s focus. Yet once again, the avatar failed to shit herself from the mere sight of the monstrous creature. Worse still, Stacy’s poop began another mad push against her anus, begging to be unleashed. With all her focus spent on the fight itself, her anus began to falter and slowly open up, with the huge mass of waste now turtle heading out. Stacy was about mere seconds away from pooping her pants and losing. ‘Oh god, no no no, not now!’ Stacy thought, feeling her overpowering poop nearly succeed in its own prison break. Out of desperation, Stacy violently clenched her ass cheeks as tightly as she could muster in order to stop her load from escaping. ‘I’m not losing to this game or this challenge, I refuse to accept defeat here and now!’ Stacy exclaimed in her head, still determined to gain a win. So she kept her butt closed as she played on with nothing but sheer defiance and willpower. Even when the pressure wrought pain in her abdomen and her stress increased, she held out and fought two separate battles simultaneously. Luckily for Stacy, her persistence paid off yet again. The shit was stonewalled within her again and she overthrew the monster by the skin of her teeth. She exhaled slowly as she steadied herself from the mental stress. Stacy was now dangerously out of luck, next time there will be no hope to hold back her crap at all. Still regaining her composure, she motioned her avatar forward once again past the corpse of her enemy. Then… *RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!* “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!” Both Stacy and her character were both jump scared by the monster as it roared violently in vain as it finally died. This caught both off guard screaming in shock. Stacy’s heart and mind was now racing scrambled like eggs, the usual price to pay for playing horror games. But as she attempts to calm down, she noted two important things. One: The avatar’s underwear were beginning to grow a heavy brown bulge. Two: Stacy herself was feeling something hot and heavy bulging in her own panties. Stacy and her character were both finally soiling themselves from the shock of the jump scare, which in Stacy’s case, allowed three fat logs of poop to erupt from her anus and pile into the welcoming embrace of her red undies. However more was still to come as a fourth turd was already snaking its way out freely. Still recovering from the stress and feeling the warm comforting dump in her filthy panties, Stacy didn’t have anything to resist the urge to poop anymore, not that she wanted to anyhow. So she finally surrendered herself to her shit and allowed all of it to enter her underwear unopposed. One by one, poop coiled out of Stacy’s ass and plop into the mess inside her panties. The first few turds were very firm and solid, but the newer logs slowly turned softer. The red panties’ bulge was already large initially, but now it was growing even bigger and heavier as more shit was loaded into the panties. The former red fabric of the bulge was now stained completely brown, Stacy’s underwear was definitely ruined for sure. Stacy herself was enthralled by the relief washing over her, the pungent poopy odor putting her mind at ease. It felt euphoric to feel her body’s contents being emptied from her, and to be collected in her undies. While all this was going on, Stacy still had her eyes focused on her video game, as her character was busy doing the same thing. The avatar just stood there passively, filling her own sagging underwear with warm poop. Stacy couldn’t help but wonder if the avatar was feeling the same way that she was right now. By the time Stacy was empty of waste, her panties had a swollen poopy bulge the size of a small watermelon, while her avatar was close behind with a load the size of a cantaloupe. ‘Hehe. Alright then, we’ll call it a draw,’ Stacy mused to herself, pretending to interact with her avatar competitor. This certainly wasn’t a loss for Stacy, not with how huge and satisfying her load felt in her underwear. She couldn’t help but rub her bulge gently against her chair, hearing her poop softly squelch from her massage. Satisfied with the outcome of her personal challenge, Stacy gets comfy in her chair and continues her game uninterrupted. She’ll play with her load and change herself later, for now she’ll just enjoy the warm company of her poop in between her ass cheeks and underwear. As for the avatar in the game, she was feeling the large bulge in her panties, her face mirroring Stacy’s pleasure. This plainly answers Stacy’s previous question of the avatar’s emotions. So Stacy decides to let her character stew in her poopy panties while playing onward, much like herself. All in all, a fantastic panty poop that was well worth the desperation. The End Stand by… Volume 1 complete, initializing Volume 2…

View File Bea_Messy Pampers Love this girl! Submitter theABDLife Submitted 05/19/2023 Category Female AB/DL Messing  

I um maybe made mush in my panties by making a big poop in them..... I uh filled them at work because I really had to go and I couldn't hold it long enough to try to use the big girl potty and ended up using my panties as my potty instead. Oopies

Messing & wetting my diaper View File That snuck up on me so fast! I barely had enough time to hit record. Submitter Dlpark Submitted 06/01/2023 Category Male AB/DL Messing  

Preface: Hey guys sorry its a long one and hope you enjoy! Apologies if there are some grammar and spelling issues and let me know what you think! Title: Planet uncharted Warning: This story contains messing (contained), sex, and fantasy violence. Read at your own discretion. Chapter 1: A great team A screech echoes from deep in the forest. You find yourself entrenched in a fierce battle. The creatures you are engaged with are straight out of a horror novel. Close enough to look human from a distance but they move in unnerving and frantic ways. While you fire a frenzy of blasts into the beasts, a haunting click breaks the constant sounds of rifle fire. Your pulse rifle stops firing. After a brief pause, you begin to rapidly pull the trigger. All you hear is a clicking with no pulse shot. The creatures begin to realize what’s happening and start slowly moving in. You freeze for just a moment to think, but one of the creatures uses this as an opportunity to lunge at you. These unsightly monsters are human-like with pale skin and have only black holes where their eyes should be. Their unnatural jaws unhinge with razor sharp teeth that rip through flesh like butter. The biggest one you’ve heard of was 10 feet tall. Luckily the one trying to make you lunch was on the smaller side. With lighting speed you drop your rifle and dodge the first blow. Quick on your feet, you whip out your R-1 tool from your belt and manage to stab the abomination with a fatal blow. It lets out a scream as it falls to the forest floor spewing black oily blood all over your arm and tool. But before you can even get your bearings again more creatures begin to surround you. Starting to back up, R-1 blade drawn, you try to analyze the best possible way out. The kill you got made them wary but they still were approaching you. After slowly walking backwards for a few moments you finally hit a dead end. It’s a tree. You are pinned between these creatures and the tree at your back. There is no way out from this. The realization dawns on you. This could be it. A loud crackling noise can be heard and a mushy feeling in the seat of your suit, creating a now ever growing bulge protruding from your firm and plump rear. A warm wet patch starts spreading across your crotch and sliding down the sides of your thighs. Eventually it even starts to shoot out of the fabric onto the ground below you. The warm liquid starts to fill your boots. It feels like standing on the shore with your shoes.You are soiling yourself. Just before the next creature lunges at you, you shake your head and snap yourself out of it, narrowly dodging the creature. This could be the end but you’ll be damned if you don’t die without a fight. So with a yell, you continue to fight on. But just as you are about to launch forward, a loud thunderous light hits the ground surrounding you. There was a bright flash that knocked you into a sitting position. Before you can even register the mess you now sit in, the line of smaller creatures in front of you are incinerated. It's your partner, Jesse. While he was skidding down from the side of an overhang, particle rifle in hand, he tossed a particle grenade into the grouping of creatures. Still sliding down the hill, he begins to fire a barrage of rounds into the rest of the creatures in front of you. He had come just in time. You can feel the heat of embarrassment fill your face for the current “situation” your suit is in but you choose to ignore it for now. You climb to your feet and pull out your R-1 tool. You run toward the distracted creatures. Every step feels like you’re walking through a marsh with your socks on. With a frenzy of swings your R-1 tool slices through the creatures with ease. They all begin to fall one by one with each slash of your blade. These hell spawn are able to land a few blows however. The hits mark up your armor and shake you around a bit, but you are able to quickly parry each lunge. While in the tango of combat you look over your left shoulder to see that Jesse is not far from you. You begin to fight desperately in order to get to him. With every swing, the mushy bulge in your suit grows more apparent, spreading with each calculated stride. The tightness of the suit allowed for damage control, but it could only do so much. You can feel it squishing all over your lower body. As you push forward with your soiled suit fight you begin to notice the creatures thinning out. Jesse is now only a stone's throw away. Locking eyes for a moment he screams “Catch!” and tosses his particle revolver to you. Catching it with ease you pull the hammer back and start firing. The both of you make quick work of what remains. You and Jesse fight like a well oiled machine. The two of you really are the perfect team. As the both of you continue to slaughter these abominations you can see the moral of these creatures change. Those that remain begin to retreat and scurry back into the deep wooded forests. As the last of the creatures fall and the remaining run away, you plop to a kneeling position. It is over. Sitting down to catch your breath you can feel the mess spread around the seat of your suit. It was so dirty and primal. You feel so embarrassed. But for some reason, this feeling coupled with acting like a frightened animal is starting to have another effect. You begin to tremble a bit. “Am I turned on?” This question echoes within your mind. It’s so dirty and naughty… you start to get excited. But the feeling doesn’t last long as Jesse is beginning to walk over to you. The last thing you need for him to do is figure out this turns you on. It’s already going to be embarrassing for you to be seen by him like this, let alone that you are enjoying it. Jesse walks over to you and extends his hand, you grab it reluctantly and he pulls you to your feet. Your face is hot and red. You pray you can survive the embarrassment. You think back to how this day started. Ever since you landed on this planet you’ve been running combat drills with Jesse, who is a skilled veteran in these forests. Your two person team has scored highly in each combat scenario. It helps that Jesse is so skilled. Some around the compound even say that he is one of the best. With all your drills done, today was your first mission. The real deal. It was time to put all that training into action. A flood of thoughts are rushing through your mind while getting geared up. You look in the mirror inside your locker. A lean and skinny reflection with pretty wide hips, a plump rear, and decent “package” is staring back at you. Your feminine frame makes you a bit of a target for others. Coupled with your long hair, people often misidentified you as a woman from behind. Despite this lean frame, you were not a weak fighter. On the contrary, it allows you to be extremely dexterous. Throughout the combat drills you and Jesse took part in you two always came out on top. Your combat styles complimented each other perfectly. Going through your locker you grab the first part of the outfit, the body suit. Beginning at the top you pull the zipper down and bring it to your legs. It is a skintight black bodysuit. This suit keeps you warm in the sub zero temperatures on this planet. Inside it is a thermal coating that has a temperature control gauge built into it. You first slide each leg in one by one. After getting your legs in, you attempt to pull it over your butt but it gets a little tight around there. So with a quick tug, you manage to pull it over your plump posterior. It was a little tight fighting on you, but you like it that way. It fits nicely and snugly on your body. As you finish pulling the suit up, you can overhear Jesse talking to another team in the spa area. The team had just gotten back from a mission and were just chatting as they got clean and relaxed. “Yeah I just go in the suit now,” one man says with a laugh. “What’s the point of trying to hold it in? You’re in those below freezing temperatures for hours and it hurts to hold!” a woman's voice protests. The planet is close to if not lower than -30 degrees on a decent day. It’s even colder at night. This jumpsuit must be worn at all times while out in the field to avoid injury or in worse cases death. You and a team of over 1,500 scientists brave these conditions to collect specific plants that are key in treating diseases back on your home world. The coalition government also believes that if explored further, it can find a chemical compound known as X-2. This compound offers an almost unlimited supply of energy. This endless supply could help to end the energy wars being fought by the nations that broke away from the coalition. Needless to say the suit was designed to grant the user the ability to stay out for hours at a time in these hazardous conditions. It's the perfect hazmat suit. However, it did have some downsides. The suit was next to impossible to take off without someone else’s help. Between the deadly freezing temperatures and difficulty of getting the suit off, let’s just say having a bathroom break during a mission is for the most part impossible. To combat this issue, the suits have a puffy absorbent underwear that you put on before you slip into it. It’s meant to take the place of a bathroom just in case you really have to go. As you hold this “underwear” in your hand, you can hear Jesse's voice chime into the conversation outside the locker room. “Yeah and it’s really bad for my focus. I need all my attention to be on the moment at hand. Ready for a fight at any moment”. As you adjust the temperature of your suit, you completely tune out of the conversation to focus on getting the temperature accurate. You can’t believe they actually use this “underwear”. It looks and feels like a diaper. You decide to put the suit on without it. You would just feel too silly wearing it. As you put it away in your locker, Jesse comes into the room to start getting ready as well. He looks at the underwear left in your locker. “Not going to wear it huh?” He says with a puzzled look. “I just feel a little ridiculous wearing it. I’ll be able to hold it so I’m not really all that worried” you say as you motion for him to zip up the back of your suit. “If you say so” he says with a sigh. He pulls the zipper up your back and now the suit is on you nice and tight. You turn around to face him at his locker. He doesn’t have a suit on, all he's only in his boxer briefs. You try not to stare at the noticeable bulge coming from his crotch. You are thinking to yourself that it has to be big. Jesse is also easy on the eyes to boot. He has a lean but muscular body type, much like yours, but not as “curvy” as yours. You can’t help but steal a few more glances before he gets the jump suit on. As you bite your lip you quickly pretend to be staring somewhere else as his head comes up from getting the suit over his legs. You pretend to be going through your locker as he slips his arms into the suit. “Can you get mine now?” he asks. You delicately grab the zipper and pull it up from his lower back up to the nape of his neck. Once it’s zipped up you both quickly finish getting the armor and gear attached to magnetic spaces outside of your body suits. Your outfit looks badass and compliments your features well. It’s not only practical, but you look damn good in it. That diaper would make you feel and look ridiculous. You’ll just go to the bathroom when you get back. You both grab your R-1 slicing tool, particle rifle, rations, and any other type of weapon/tool you may need and begin your walk up to the exit doors together. You take a deep breath as the exit doors slowly swing open. While taking the first steps out into the gloomy frigid forest a chill runs up your spine. “This is it”. With a deep breath you start to step forward, completely unaware of the chaos and mess that awaits. Back to the present time Jesse helps get you on your feet. “I’m so glad you are alright. I’m sorry we got separated but you can really hold your own''. Jesse says. You just give an awkward smile as you look down, face beet red. Jesse grabs your shoulders and lifts your head up with his hand. “Hey don’t worry, it happens to everyone. This is why we all wear that underwear. It’s okay Atlas, you don’t have to feel embarrassed. You still kicked ass and kept fighting regardless so you should be proud of yourself.” He says trying to get you to look at him. “Sometimes scary shit happens and fear takes over. You can’t always control what your body does in those moments. So next time, put the underwear on, I promise it’ll be a lot more comfortable than this. Everyone says they just go when they have to. But that’s not true” as you tilt your head in confusion Jesse goes on. “You see Atlas, no one knows if it’s used from fear or just because you don’t want to hold it anymore. It’s the perfect excuse”. You look at Jesse in the eyes and shake yourself out of it. His words made you feel a little bit less embarrassed. “I’ll be sure to put it on before we leave next time” you say begrudgingly. Picking your particle rifle off the ground, the two of you push forward. A few hours have passed now without incident. You’ve been walking around collecting samples and making sure to be vigilant of your surroundings. This forest is huge and almost seems endless. Jesse has just finished scraping off a sample from one of the tall pine like trees that surround you. “Alright Atlas,” he says, putting the last sample into a baggy “let's head back.” These words are like music to your ears. You can’t wait to get back to the compound and get out of this soiled suit and shower. Jesse comes to his feet and the two of you begin the long march back single file to the compound. You are both scanning the tree lines back and forth with your particle rifles ready for any attack. But no such attack happens. It’s quiet. As you walk you can feel the mess you are in moving around. The dirty feeling from wearing your suit is starting to turn you on. It’s so naughty. You try not to think about it to avoid getting a different kind of noticeable bulge in your suit. The one around your rear end is enough. What feels like an hour goes by of just silence, so you go to say something to start a conversation. Anything to distract yourself. As you go to open your mouth, a screech echoes and reverberates through trees and your bones. You both stop dead in your tracks. You begin to hear the sounds of something running. And it’s getting closer with each step. Jesse signals for you two to stop and crouch behind a nearby bush. As you scan the tree line back and forth you see it. This thing towers over the area. It has to be at least 15 feet tall. This nightmare worthy creature begins to move around, twitching and clicking while it moves. “It may be a brood mother,” Jesse whispers. “Let’s let her pass”. Jesse is crouched in front of you, rifle ready. Holding your breath the lumbering giant begins to walk past the bush. But, just before you think it’s about to pass it stops for a moment. Almost like it senses the both of you. Rifle at the ready you just stare at it. It starts to sniff all around the area. With a grumble, the horrifying creature turns and looks toward the bush you and Jesse are at. You freeze with your rifle in hand. You can feel warm liquid pooling at the seat of your suit and dripping to the dirt patch underneath where you’re crouching. Just as you were about to yell at yourself for losing control again, you hear a crackling wet sound in front of you. It’s Jesse. You look down to see the seat of his suit begin to bulge. He is soiling himself. Unlike you however, Jesse is wearing the special “underwear” and it’s doing a great job of keeping his mess contained. As the crackling continues the creature is just standing there looking at the bush. You both lift your rifles. As Jesse whispers “on my mark” another noise far off in the forest catches the creature's attention. It lets out a loud roar and skitters off into the darkness, away from the both of you. Jesse signals to rise up out of the bush. “As I just demonstrated, it happens to all of us.” he says with a sigh of relief. “At least I don’t have to go anymore”. You let out a small chuckle.“Let’s get back to base.” Jesse smiles and gives an affirmative nod. The two of you begin to move again and after what feels like an eternity, you finally arrive back at the large gates of the compound safe and sound. As Jesse enters the password at the keypad to get in, he begins to speak. “It’s night time so I don’t think anyone will be up. I’ll help hide you until you can get back to our room to get out of your suit and shower.” The door begins to open. “ I’ll take the suit to get cleaned at the washing machines in the locker room. You just focus on cleaning yourself.” As you look down with shame, you mutter a “Thank you” as Jesse finishes typing the code. He grabs your hand pulling you forward. “Now stay behind me and let’s get you to the room”. As you both quickly and quietly make way toward your shared room you can feel your heart begin to race. You can't believe he’s holding your hand. Between that cool headed voice, his body, and how soiled your suit is; you can’t help but get excited. “What is wrong with me? How could this be making me turned on,” you think to yourself, “This is so gross I don’t understand how I’m enjoying this. Anyone else in this position would be ashamed.” You try to push these thoughts aside to focus on getting clean. Jesse makes his way to the door, opens it up, and pulls you inside. You both quickly close the door behind you. You turn around and face the inside of the dorm. It’s a modest area with a widescreen TV. The TV sits on an entertainment system opposite a red couch. In front of that couch is a white circular rug. On the opposite side of that area, there are beds. Between the king sized beds is a soundproof divider. It's great when one of you needs some privacy. The mattresses are some of the best you have ever slept on. You could swear you are sleeping on clouds. Next to the last bed is the door to the bathroom area. The bathroom is huge with heated floors. Inside, there are two showers and two toilets complete with a double sink placed perfectly between the showers. Each end of the bathroom has a toilet as well. For added privacy each, toilet and shower is surrounded by a soundproof stall.Jesse motions you to the bathroom “Alright go in there and take off your suit. Before you get in the shower just throw it outside the stall door and I’ll take care of it”. You go into the bathroom and walk to your stall. You quickly take off all the other gear until it’s just the soiled jumpsuit. Realizing you can’t get the back zipper off you walk to the bathroom entrance and crack the door. “hey Jesse…” is all you can get out before he comes up to you. He realized what you are asking before you can even finish your sentence. He quickly helps you get the zipper down to a spot that allows you to pull it down the rest of the way yourself. A bit of shame washes over you as you shut the bathroom door and make your way to your shower stall against You lock the door behind you blushing the whole time. The bathroom is against a solid wall of dark wood. The stall walls and door complemented this look, while the floor was light cobblestone. Just from walking in and looking around you feel relaxed. The cobblestone floor beneath you is heated further aiding your relaxation. You make your way over to the shower knob. Giving it a firm twist, hot water shoots out onto your head, through your hair, and down your body. The hot water relaxes the muscles and all the tension slowly begins to leave your body and fall onto the floor. You can feel it all flow down the drain. You stand there as the hot water flows over your skin cleansing your body. You grab the soap and begin to make your body the cleanest it’s ever been. As the last of the soap goes down the drain, you reach for the knob and turn the water off. You open the stall door and reach for a towel on the shelf nearby. As Jesse enters you see that he still has to shower and get changed. He starts to walk toward the bathroom while saying, “My turn”. As he walks past you, goosebumps cover your body. This is new energy between you too. Something is happening here and you can feel it. You’re so focused on this feeling, you don’t notice the bulge hidden by your towel is beginning to grow. He turns and takes a quick up and down look at you from the bathroom door. “At least I’m not the only one”. He shuts the bathroom door. Looking down you realize that it’s so obvious you were hard under your towel. Mortified, you run to your bed placing your face in a pillow. The few minutes Jesse was cleaning up felt like hours. You hear Jesse walk over to his stall door and open it, Grab a towel, and then begin to walk to the bathroom door. As he enters the living space you stare at each other. Jesse begins to slowly move over to his bed. It seems like he wants to ask you something but can’t get it out. Just as you think he’s going to head for his bed he turns towards yours. He walks up and stands before you. Jesse inhales deeply then exhales. “Look I hope this isn’t being too forward, but uh… you are really good looking… and I feel like we have gotten close.. and..” Jesse keeps stumbling over his words. He finally manages to get something out “can I kiss you?” Your face begins to heat up. You start to tremble as butterflies leave your stomach. As you let out a shaky breath, you give him a confirming nod. He sits next to you.. You look at each other locking eyes for a moment. You swear your heart’s going to beat right out of your chest. You couldn’t hold it back anymore and now you didn’t have to. As your lips touch you throw all caution to the wind and slip your tongue into his mouth. It’s like someone lit a match over an oil slick. You jump on each other. Jesse grabs you and pulls you close. You are now both kneeling in the bed, holding each other as you swap spit. You can feel Jesse’s hard cock rubbing against yours through each other's towels. You snap your hands to his waist, grab his towel, and rip it off. “Let me thank you for saving me” as you throw him down on the bed. You mount him and pin his arms down. You now go down to kiss him some more. You come back up for air, spit all over your mouth. It’s like you're drooling. You look into his helpless eyes and begin to kiss down his face to his neck. You move down his chest, to his stomach, all the way down until you are kissing the head of his cock. You spit on your hand and start stroking. Laying in a prone position and still giving him a hand job, you start kissing his inner thigh. You can hear Jesse moaning with each squirm of his body. Time to go in for the finisher. You start to lick and suck in his balls while you stroke. Then, you give a lick up from the base of his shaft up to the tip. Finally, you slide your mouth down his shaft until his whole dick is down your throat. Going down nice and slow to make sure he feels your mouth touch every inch of his cock. As you reach the base you let out a little gag. “Too cocky?” He says in a breathy whisper. Stopping for a moment and coming up for some air you mutter between breaths “If you make another pun like that I’m never doing this again”. With a smirk, you make your way back down to finish the job. Moving your head up and down you slowly begin to twist your head and move your tongue in circles at the same time. Jesse grabs your head and pushes you down further. He begins to rapidly fuck your mouth, causing tears to run down your eyes. But honestly, you love it. You just give in and let him use your mouth. All the while you can’t help but think about how good it would feel to do this in your soiled suit. “ohhh atlas” he moans braking you from your fantasy dream. He pushes your head down with one last deep thrust. He arches his back while shoving his cock down your throat. You start to feel hot liquid filling up your mouth and sliding down your throat. It was a lot. Almost choking, you swallow every drop you can, the rest slides out of your mouth along with all your drool. Jesse plops down on the bed no longer arching his back. You lift your head and immediately fall into your back trying to catch your breath. Your face was covered in spit and tears.“That was quick.” You say between breaths. “I’ve been waiting for that for months now. I’ve always thought you were cute but I was afraid to say anything. Plus after seeing you fight today, it just made me like you even more” he said. Turning red from embarrassment “You mean after I soiled myself?”. It may be crazy that he thinks you're attractive but you think there’s no way he’s into that. “ Well actually, yes I did. You're not the only one that’s turned on by that.” Jesse says while laughing. “WHO SAYS THAT TURNS ME ON” you push Jesse playfully. There is a moment of silence after some shared laughs. You both sit up and look at each other. Jesse begins to smirk. What are you…”, before you could even say another word Jesse grabs you and pushes you onto your bed. “It’s your turn now”. Before you could even think he is on top of you. He starts to jerk you off slowly. Your brain goes stupid. You cant focus on anything else. A feeling of utter bliss takes over as you become puddy in his hands. “You look really cute right now”. Jesse says smiling. You are practically drooling, it feels so good. As you are about to get lost in this dream-like state Jesse suddenly flips you around into your stomach. After letting out a whimper, you start to feel his hand running down your back. Putting his hands around your waist, he lifts you up by the hips until your butt is sticking up in the air. Your eyes widen as you begin to feel his breath between your cheeks. He starts to eat you out. At first you were shocked and dumbfounded. But then a wave of pleasure took hold of your body. You just lie there drooling and moaning. He lifts his head up and takes a breath. A moment goes by and then you feel his cock in between your cheeks. “Do you want it?” He asks. Without missing a beat you blurt out, “Please give it to me I need it now.” You’re begging him to fuck you while you twist your hips like a dog who is excited for their bone. You feel his cock slowly slip into your ass. With each inch you grip your sheets tighter and tighter, almost pulling them off the mattress. Jesse starts to pick up the pace. He leans down and reaches his hand around to your cock. You just melt into his body as he just fucks you like an animal. A pool of drool forms around your mouth and tongue as he jerks you off. With each thrust you can feel his hips on your cheeks. You start to feel his cock beginning to throb. “Atlas im going to cum” he says, panting. Thrusting back into him so his cock goes deeper. “Do it inside me”. He grabs your hips and gives one last deep thrust. You can feel his cock pulsating as he fills you up. “You’re such a good dog”. With those words and feeling him deep inside of you, you let out a yelp as you shoot cum all over your sheets. “I’m your pet Jesse”. You both collapse on the bed breathing heavily. Jesse turns and looks at you “that.. was much…needed”. You turn and look at him. “I guess we should shower huh?”. You both start to chuckle laying in bed. “You know I’m not the only dog in this room” you say putting your head on his chest. This is the start of something beautiful and fun. Surely more adventures are to come.

This is my first story I’ve written here. This part contains desperation and wetting. Future parts will have messing and diapers. Part 1 Hi, I’m an 18 year old boy in my final year of High School. Anyway, I’m not here to describe myself all that much because I think it’s my twin sister, Sarah’s story that you’ll want to read. My sister and I are in the same year in school but hang around with friendship groups that are worlds apart. She’s in the stereotypical popular girl group which has led to my far less popular and thus considerably less attractive friends relentlessly teasing me over all the things they’d love to do to my sister. Even though she’s my sister, and I’ll never be sexually or romantically attracted to her, Sarah is clearly the most attractive girl in the school. She’s about 5ft 6 with wavy, dirty blonde hair, green eyes and a great body with perfect proportions everywhere that mattered. Although she’s my twin, we look nothing alike. Im 6ft 1 with black hair and blue eyes and I would say I’m pretty average looking. It was nice of her to take all the good genes! Despite us being opposites in looks, we actually get on really well with each other. We tell each other everything and pretty much always sit next to each other on the bus to and from school. The start of this story takes place on one pretty fateful bus journey home. It had been a fairly average Friday at school, grey, rainy clouds in the sky and I couldn’t wait to just get home. I was sitting on the bus wondering where Sarah was. Just a minute before the bus left, I saw Sarah get on. She hobbled down to the back of the bus looking for where I was and sat down next to me once she found me. Something wasn’t right with her. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked, cutting right to the chase as we always did with each other. “Sorry! I wanted to go to the ladies before we left but it was too busy. I’m bursting to go to the toilet,” she said, shaking her right leg up and down. The conversation ended pretty quickly after that and I stared out the window on the way home trying not to focus on her shaking. 5 minutes away from home though, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. She was clearly desperate, more desperate than I had ever seen anyone before. “Do you think you can hold it?” “Not for much longer,” Sarah said with tears clearly forming her eyes and sweat on her brows. Shortly after that, the bus arrived at our stop and we were the only people to get off. Our house was about a 2 minute walk from here but I could tell this was going to be a struggle. We walked (Sarah was speed walking) in silence until she quickly said “I’m gonna sprint home. Spurts are already coming out!” She sprinted ahead and just as she was out of sight I suddenly came to a sickening realisation: I had our only key! I took off after her as fast as I could. I really wanted her to make it. There was no telling what Mom would do if she saw Sarah had wet herself. Once I reached the house, I knew I was too late. Sarah was standing in the garden, looking down while facing the house but I could see the bum of her light blue jeans darken at a rapid rate. She was helplessly peeing herself. As she was doing that, I walked past her and opened the door. I turned around and saw her crying her eyes out. I felt so bad for her. At least she had peed standing over the already wet grass so no one would see an oddly placed wet spot on the ground. “Come on, let’s go in and you can clean up before Mom gets back,” I said sympathetically while ushering Sarah into the house. “Oh God!” She said through her tears. “I can’t have her find out about this. She’ll give me a crazy, awful punishment that no normal parent would give their child. Just like she does whenever we do anything wrong,” Sarah continued. As I was about to shut the door, we heard the all too familiar sound of Mom’s SUV pulling into the driveway. This was going to be BAD for both of us, not just Sarah because usually Mom’s punishments impact the two of us. —————————————————————— I hope that was enjoyable. Please let me know if you want part 2!

Hi everyone! Sorry I haven't been active as much as I was I've been busy. But you know the drill, I'm padded and want people to tell me what to do!

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“We’ll be there soon. Just try to hold out a little longer.” The order came from the driver's seat directed to the back row of the minivan. In the back row, three girls sat next to each other. “Does anybody else need to go?” Asked the woman sitting in the passenger seat. “No, I think Hannah and I are good, it’s just Bethany.” One of the girls, with dark hair with purple highlights replied. “Ughh” Bethany, the redhead groaned. She had both hands firmly clamped between her legs, pressed against her jeans shorts. “When we get there I’ll take her straight to the bathroom, you guys just go ahead without us.” Bethany’s mom,Wendy, who was sitting in one of the middle seats, told the rest of the group. Bethany would have blushed about the way everyone was discussing her need to piss if she hadn’t made it so obvious herself. There were even a few times where she thought she was about to burst, begging them to pull over or hand her a towel. She was sitting on a towel, not wanting to ruin her friend's mom's car seat, but she was still holding onto the contents of her bladder for dear life, every bump making her wince or groan. Her friend, Hannah, who occupied the middle seat in the back row had given Bethany the towel, but made her promise to keep holding because she knew that if Beth’s bladder burst she would get soaked by her piss as well. The dark haired girl sitting next to Hannah, Bellatrix found the situation somewhat amusing, she did also need to pee but nowhere near as bad as Bethany did. She just shifted her legs around, and tugged on her gray running shorts to take her mind off it. Bethany didn’t want to keep pointlessly whining or making a scene, so she just rested her head against the window, pouting, hands still between her bouncing legs, as she finally saw the sign for the amusement park up ahead. She realized relief was coming soon, and while this lessened her worries, it also sent the signal to her bladder that it could release soon, she felt the first warm trickles spurt out of her. And she groaned and pressed her hands tighter against her crotch. Her friends in the backseat and her mother could tell what had happened but they didn’t comment on it. They knew the poor girl was trying her best, and she was likely humiliated by the small leaks. They all just hoped she could make it in time. But by the time they pulled into the parking lot Bethany was ready to just pull her shorts down there and piss on the ground. And she probably would have, if it weren’t for all the people milling around who would see her. Wendy tutted when she saw the small leaks on her poor daughter's shorts. She knew there would be a restroom at the entrance of the park, and she walked with her daughter behind the rest of the group, as the girl hobbled slowly through the parking lot. When they made it to the entrance, what they saw made Wendy sigh and Bethany want to cry. The line for the bathrooms stretched further than the line to enter the park. And it didn’t look like it was moving very fast. “You guys go on ahead, we’ll head to the bathroom.” Wendy told the rest of the group. “Come on Beth.” She said as she led her desperate daughter to the back of the line. Bethany was humiliated by how much she was potty dancing, but she knew it was the only thing holding back the even worse humiliation of pissing her shorts in public. But she didn’t know how much longer she could hold that back. The line was moving at a snail's pace, and they were nowhere near the front. The line was right near a fountain at the entrance to the park. It was quite pretty, but right now Bethany didn’t appreciate the decoration. The sound of running water was torture as she tried to focus all her energy on holding back the flood, but it was this sound that pushed her over the edge. She could feel, but was unable to stop the trickles of piss that ran down her slender legs into her long socks pulled up around her calves. Her knees buckled a bit, but she still kept her hands firmly pressed into her crotch. “Mom I’m- I’m-” Wendy knew from her daughter's panicked voice that she had lost the struggle and was having an accident. And when she looked and saw, she had this confirmed. “It’s okay honey.” Wendy comforted her daughter, then, with a sob, Beth’s floodgates completely opened. All of the piss she tried so desperately to hold spilled out drenching her shorts, turning the light denim a dark shade of blue. It ran down her legs and soaked her socks and shoes, and the rest of it trickled off into streams that ran directly onto the ground, creating a puddle where she stood. Bethany burned red, she felt as though everyone was staring at her, an eighteen year old girl pissing herself in the line to the toilet. She noticed people pointing at the puddle, and stepping around it to avoid it. Her mother just pulled her into a side hug, and told her not to worry, that they’ll get her cleaned up. ________________________________________________________________________________ Rachel, Hannah’s mom, looked at the notification she just received from Wendy. “Looks like Bethany didn’t make it to the bathroom.” Rachel told the rest of the group. “Poor girl.” “Wait, she had pissed herself? No way.” Bellatrix asked. “Bella!” Her mother, Maria, scolded her daughter for her crassness. “The poor thing was holding it for hours, and we’re not going to sit here and pretend like you’ve never had an accident.” “Mom! Shhh!” Bella blushed, she didn’t want to discuss her history of bathroom accidents, especially not in such a public place. “Oh please.” Maria shrugged her daughters concerns off. “In fact, we should look for a bathroom before we go any further.” “Ugh, I don’t need to use the bathroom.” Bellatrix insisted. This wasn’t exactly true, but she didn’t want to be reminded to use the bathroom and be taken there by her mother like she was some kid. “Let’s just get on a ride.” The four women got in line for the first roller coaster they saw. Bellatrix was excited for this one, she had read about how crazy it was supposed to be, and she felt the anticipation in her stomach when she looked up at the height and heard the scream of the riders who were already on board. Or at least, she thought it was anticipation at first. She quickly realized however that in addition to her need to piss, she also needed to poop as well. The group was already in the line, and they had a forty-five minute wait ahead of them, and the line behind them only grew longer. Bellatrix knew she would just have to hold it until they got off the ride and could head to the bathroom, but she was starting to regret not taking her mothers advice. She could tell her mother was regretting not using the bathroom either, soon, she was bouncing around making her need to pee vocal. “Ugh, I should’ve just gone to the toilet without you, how long is this line going to take?” Maria brushed her long blonde hair aside, adjusting her tan capris to try to lessen the strain on her bladder. “Another thirty minutes at least.” Rachel answered. “Wanna just get out of line and go? I’ll stay with the girls.” “I don’t know I-” Maria began before she was hit with a strong wave of desperation. She was basically hunched over at this point. “Yeah I think that might be a good idea.” But they were being kept in line by a metal barrier. Maria didn’t expect to be able to fight her way through the crowd of people behind them, so she knew she would have to get by the barrier. She bent down to duck underneath the barrier, but the position was awkward, basically a squat, and this was too much for her bladder. The whole group and everyone near them in line watched as the dark, glistening patch spread on the crotch of her tan capris. She was still in this squat position, too shocked to move, as the piss gushed through her pants creating a large puddle underneath her. The squat position caused the flow to be loud and powerful, as if she was on the toilet, but instead of water, the piss just splashed onto the hot pavement beneath her. “Well, I guess I don’t need to go anymore!” Maria laughed it off. But Bellatrix was mortified, so many people had just watched her mother piss herself! In addition to her humiliation, witnessing her mom's accident made her need to pee that much worse. As she watched her mother walk off, with the wet patch on the back of her pants, she wondered if she could avoid that fate. By the time she got to the front of the line, she was basically using all of her willpower to keep from potty dancing on the spot. She was shifting back and forth, tapping her fingers on her thighs, and biting her lip. “Are you nervous?” Hannah asked her friend. Bellatrix blushed at her desperation being noticed, but she told the brown haired girl that it was just nerves. And truthfully, she was nervous, she had to pee extremely badly, and her bowels were rumbling too. She had no idea what effect the roller coaster would have. She got on the ride and sat next to Hannah, praying that she wouldn’t piss all over her friend. As the lap bar came down, she let out a little leak from the pressure. Feeling the warm wetness stain her panties didn’t help her desperation, and as the roller coaster began to ascend, she felt all the piss inside her begin to slosh around. Then, the roller coaster reached its peak, and she looked over at Hannah, Bella remembered how she was worried about Bethany peeing on her during the car ride. Bella just hoped Hannah would forgive her for the accident she was about to have. The roller coaster dropped fast, and Bella heard the screams of her fellow riders, and she felt her warm piss stream out of her, soaking into her panties and shorts. What didn’t soak into her clothes splashed around her seat, puddling under her ass and running down onto the floor beneath her. She felt twists and turns of the roller coaster, and felt her friends hand on her arm, Hannah was trying to tell her something but Bellatrix couldn’t hear her, not over the screaming voices, the air blowing by her ears, or the fact that she was trying to block out that this was even happening right now. By the time the ride came to a stop, Bellatrix was burning red, and Hannah was still trying to talk to her. But Bella got out of her wet seat as fast as possible, and ran to the exit of the ride. She had humiliated herself by pissing her pants on the ride, but that wasn’t the end of her worries. She still needed to find a bathroom, quickly, or else she would fill her soaking wet panties as well. She entered the gift shop area, and heard the murmurs of people commenting on the girl with the obvious wet patch on the back of her gray shorts. She tried to block them out, and scanned the store for a restroom, but she didn’t find one. Instead, her eyes landed on the photos of the ride displayed for sale. She saw herself and Hannah, and the extremely visible wet patch on her crotch. Bellatrix ran out of the store to continue her search for a toilet. And she ran into her mother, Bethany, and Bethany’s mother. “Bella! What happened?!?” Maria asked her daughter. She wasn’t about to scold her for her accident, that would be hypocritical, but she just wanted to make sure her daughter was alright. “Mom, where’s the bathroom?” Bella ignored her mothers question and asked her own. “It’s around the corner but the line is huge.” Maria answered. “Why? If you want to get changed there’s other changing rooms. Bethany could show you where they are.” Bellatrix noticed Bethany had on new, pink cotton shorts, they were obviously purchased from the gift shop as they had the name of the park on them. But that’s not what Bellatrix was worried about, when she heard that the line for the bathroom was huge, her stomach dropped even further. She had no idea what to do. She began to contemplate the unthinkable. “Mom, please… I need to…” Bella began to walk off behind the gift shop, where nobody could see. She heard her mother call after her to ask where she was going, but she didn’t stop. Her slow walk began to turn into a waddle as she felt the contents of her bowel begin to push out of her. She couldn’t hold back any longer, she wasn’t private enough, there were still people around who could see her, but her stomach didn’t care. Her knees buckled and she sank into a squat, pulling her shorts down to expose her soaked purple panties with black trim. Then, she felt the warm, hard mass of shit push out of her. It bulged in her panties, then nestled in them, pressed between the wet fabric and her skin. She couldn’t believe what had just happened, and she looked up and realized her mother had watched the whole thing. _______________________________________________________________________________ While that was happening, Hannah was telling everyone else what had happened on the roller coaster, which was now being shut down for cleaning. They all decided not to mention this detail to Bella when she came back, so they wouldn’t embarrass the poor girl any more. Hannah didn’t blame her for the piss that got on her shorts, she was more worried about whether or not her friend was doing okay. Bethany seemed to be consoled by the fact that she wasn’t the only one who had an accident, but was still not happy with the dumb shorts and lack of panties she had to deal with. Rachel couldn't believe the day the group was having, and Wendy was worried about what was said about the bathroom line. “Do you think there’s any other bathrooms anywhere nearby?” She asked Rachel. “Not you too Wendy.” Rachel laughed. “Honestly you might as well join the club and pee your pants too.” Wendy gave a slight chuckle in response, but her problem wasn’t that she was about to pee her pants, it was her stomach. She had woken up with an upset stomach this morning, it was so bad that she considered not even coming to the park, but she decided to power through this issue and join in. Now she was beginning to make a list of her regrets. She regrets coming here instead of sitting at home with easy access to a toilet all day. She regretted not using the toilet while she helped her daughter change her clothes and get cleaned up after her accident. She regrets not getting in line for the bathroom sooner, as she can see it beginning to stretch even longer from where she was standing. After being able to get cleaned up and changed, Bethany was in a much better mood. The humiliation of her accident earlier that morning was still fresh in her mind, but she wanted to put that behind her and try to enjoy her time at the park. “Mom, do you want to go on this ride?” Beth asked her mother. The ride she pointed to was similar to the teacups, it spun the riders around so fast they appeared to almost be a blur. Wendy was hesitant, but then she saw the look on her daughter’s face. She didn’t want to let her down, especially after the humiliation she had to endure earlier. And so, against her better judgment, Wendy got on the ride. It began slow at first, slow, but the rotations were still enough to shake her stomach up. Then the ride began to pick up speed, and she had to clench to keep the contents of her bowels in. But the fight was pointless. Soon the ride hit full speed, and her mess began to push out of her into her jeans. She wanted to get up from her chair, to try to escape the ride and run to find a bathroom, but the increased gravity from the ride kept her trapped against her seat. More and more the hot mushy mess began to fill her panties and press against her ass, and she even felt a little bit of piss trickle out of her and stain her jeans. By the time the ride stopped, she was a complete mess. Her panties were covered in shit, and her jeans had a noticeable brown spot on the back. Bethany, who was oblivious to all until now looked over at her mother and realized that she had an accident too. _______________________________________________________________________________ While separated from the rest of the group, Hannah and Rachel had decided to get on a ride themselves. The drop tower. Hannah’s shorts were still slightly wet from sitting next to Bellatrix, but she wouldn’t stop that from letting her have fun. Rachel was just hoping that there wouldn’t be any more issues today, not after the amount of accidents the group has had. But while they were in line both women realized they had needed to pee. Neither told the other, it wasn’t that bad of a need, but they would have to go after this ride. So, once they got strapped in they hoped the ride would go quick and smooth. But of course with their luck, it wouldn’t. Rachel felt her legs dangle as the tower raised them to the top of the park, and she looked over at her daughter who was smiling with anticipation. From there they could see everything. All the rides, attractions, people, and bathroom lines. Then, just as they finished taking all the sights in, the ride dropped them fast down to the ground. The riders all screamed, including Rachel, but her’s were for a different reason. Her bladder released a sudden spurt of piss into her panties when the drop happened. Her bladder was never strong, especially ever since she became a mother, but she wasn’t expecting this. She pressed her crotch into the restraint between her legs as the ride raised them back up high. Then, it dropped again, and even more piss escaped out of her, the seat restraint was the only way she could hold her crotch, but it also meant that she couldn’t press her legs together. Then, on the third time the ride began to make its ascent up, it made a mechanical jerking noise and stopped. “What’s going on?” Hannah asked her mother. Then she was answered by a PA announcement. “Please remain calm, the ride has come to a stop due to a mechanical failure. We are attempting to fix it and will be done shortly.” All the riders began to talk amongst themselves. How soon is “shortly?” What sort of error? Rachel was panicking, her bladder was ready to pop after those leaks. She knew there would already be little stains on her jeans. But when she looked over at her daughter, she could instantly tell she was in the same boat as well. “You need to pee too?” Rachel asked Hannah, causing her daughter to blush. “It’s alright, I wet myself a little when the ride dropped. I think I might just go.” “What?!?” Hannah asked, blushing even harder. She was doing the same thing her mother was, pressing her crotch against the restraint between her legs. Only Hannah’s squirming was more obvious, she was even trying to wrap her legs around each other, trying desperately to not let a single drop of piss out. “Yeah, who knows how long we might be up here, and besides it’s not like we’re the only ones to do it?” Rachel reasoned. Then, she let out a sigh, and Hannah watched in horror as a steady stream of piss emerged from underneath her mother, running down her legs and soaking the inside of her jeans, before trickling down to the ground below them. “I’m not doing that mom! I can’t believe you just did!” Hannah said, but it may be too late for her. Watching and hearing her mom's piss stream made her desperation that much worse. She saw a crowd gathering below the line. A crowd including her friends and their moms. She knew there were so many eyes on her, but there wasn’t much she could do besides press her crotch against the restraint, and this didn’t do much to help. They had been trapped for nearly ten manures now, she could tell the crew was working on the ride, but she could also tell she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Little trickles already began to escape out of her. Some just soaking into her panties, some running down her tan slender legs. “Hannah, just go, it’s okay.” Rachel told her, but Hannah wished she hadn’t. Hearing her mother say that made it almost impossible to stop the leaks now. They were constant, almost every two seconds, and growing stronger and lasting longer. Her crotch was soaked, and she knew her white shorts had to have become see through. But no matter how much she leaked she didn’t become any less desperate. From their height, she could see the fountain at the entrance of the park. The same fountain that made Beth piss herself. She never would’ve guessed at the time she would be in the same situation later. Pissing her shorts publicly. She wondered what Beth felt like, when the warmth blossomed against her crotch and ran down her legs. This thought, the sight of the fountain, and her desperation, all became too much for Hannah. She felt another leak, but this wasn’t a leak, it was the real deal and she wouldn’t be able to stop it. Hannah squirmed and whined against the restraints. Her mother told her comforting words, but she could also hear the comments from the other riders, she knew people were pointing at her. The piss completely soaked her panties and shorts, there wasn’t an inch of dry fabric below her crotch area. She stuck her legs out as the piss ran down them, joining the rest that came out of her onto the ground, mixing with her mothers puddle. She wanted to cry like Beth did earlier. The warm wetness clung to her, as she felt the wind making her wet legs cold. Just as she finished her accident, the ride creaked again, then began to slowly descend. _______________________________________________________________________________ On the ground, Rachel surveyed the damage, she found out about the messes Wendy and Bellatrix made, and saw that her daughters shorts were so wet they were basically see through. The thin white denim clung to her daughter's legs and butt, and you could see her cheeks, and the thong she was wearing. Bethany, who had the first accident, was consoling her two friends who were still in tears over theirs. Wendy and Maria were handling their accidents better, but Maria was getting tired of the stares she was getting, and Wendy was clearly disgusted with herself. Everyone was in desperate need of a shower and a change of clothes. “What a day huh?” Rachel asked, always trying to stay lighthearted in these sorts of situations. “Guess it’s time to head home, does anyone need to use the bathroom before we leave?”

-- MISSION BRIEFING -- Greetings bounty hunter, gunner, spice runner, space cowboy or whatever you call yourself. If you're reading or listening to this message that means you're one of many hired by Europa Electronics Ltd. for a very important mission, welcome aboard! I'm [zzt] and I'll be serving as 'Mission Control' for this particular campaign, it's a tricky one so let's not waste any time. THE SITUATION: As some of you may have heard, one of EEL's space stations was recently attacked by pirates, thankfully the security systems took care of that and the scoundrels fled empty-handed, most of the people on-board managed to evacuate without so much as a scratch! Now of course it wouldn't be that simple, you were called here after all. Shortly after the station was evacuated, the automated defense systems went haywire and started targetting the company's ships so they couldn't do damage assessment. Before you mining colony folk back there start priming your explosives, let me finish! This isn't the kind of mission where we can just bombard a couple strategic points and let the money roll in. The company couldn't assess the damage but what their scanners DID pick up was a distress call from the east wing of the station. You may have noticed I said MOST of the people on board managed to make it out fine? Well, this is the one that didn't: That's right. it's a rescue mission, company says we can't risk losing the girl so bombing the station's point-defense is out of the question, that also rules out rushing in to dock with a heavily armored ship. Let me make that a bit more clear for some of you spice runners: NO. RAMMING. Company recommends we try to communicate with the engineer so that we can instruct her all the way to the west wing of the station, have her turn off the security system from within and then approach for extraction. Easy enough, right? Now that you're all caught up, let's get this fleet moving! >You take your ship through the portal. >Approaching the targeted sector, the space station comes into view, the sentry guns flail erratically along its extremities, constantly searching for a target, thankfully the fleet you're with is well out of range. Here we are, time to earn our pay! I got movement in the east wing, reactor room as expected, opening up the channel now... -- VIDEO FEED ACTIVE -- Hold on, gotta cycle through the available cameras here... [click] [click] [click] ... Um... Oh shit... Is she...? >Olivia's head tilts to the side, she locks eyes with the camera. Oh thank the stars! Okay, she's still alive. Not looking too good though... Wait, shoot, the mic's on. Uh, hello! Olivia? We're with Europa Electronics! Are we coming through ok? Can you hear us? >Olivia looks... Confused, clearly she can hear the transmission, but she doesn't seem to understand it. Ms.Bouer? Hello? ...That's odd, all my diagnostics say my audio's coming through fine, did she go deaf? Must've been close to the impact zone. Wait no, she can't be deaf, she heard the camera turn on and clearly reacted to my call... Damn, maybe a concussion? Looks like there's a bit of shrapnel on her though, I think this was more than just blunt impact, also she seems to have... Wet... Herself... Looks like this mission's gonna be a lot harder than I thought. Any ideas? >Olivia is dazed, mumbling something, no matter how hard you try, you cannot decipher her speech, occasionally you can hear a little hissing, and the puddle beneath her grows just a little more... >What will you do? >Mission Control suggests... Doesn't seem like she's understanding what we're saying, maybe there's another way we could communicate? I could rig up the camera's display to maybe show a symbol? These are used to give quick prompts to maintenance, helps with avoiding confusion when someone says "left" or "right" in case the camera feed is mirrored, handy stuff! Maybe we can use this to point her in a certain direction? Here are the promps I got so far: A : LEFT⬅️ B : UP⬆️ C : DOWN⬇️ D : RIGHT➡️ Wanna try any of these? You could try coming up with your own prompts too, or maybe even drawing on the screen to get a message across in case directions can't cut it, it's a long way to the weapons control so we'll probably need to get acquainted with non-verbal language...

Wow, it's been a while. Some years ago, I began the adventures of these two young ladies and their bladder mishaps, but I never completed them. At long last, that is what I am attempting to do. And so, without further ado: Chapter 1 - An Introduction Specific tags: one-piece swimsuit, messing Angelica was surprised by the request her mom casually made while pressing the button on her phone to end the call. Not shocked, but it was nonetheless unexpected for a couple of reasons. “That was Jeanne. She needs someone to babysit Lily on Saturday afternoon. Do you think you could do it?” These were the reasons: first, Angelica never considered herself to be much of babysitting material. She had no younger siblings and was often the youngest in whatever group she found herself in, and so had never really interacted with kids much. But none of that mattered for the second reason: Lily was far too old for it to be considered “babysitting” at all. She raised an eyebrow and moved her lips to the side in an expression of “huh?” while asking, “Lily’s in high school, isn’t she? Isn’t that a little old to be babysat?” Her mom let out a little sigh and clarified. “Yes, yes, not really babysitting…fine. But Jeanne and Derek will be out at the doctor’s for the afternoon, and they don’t want Lily to be all alone at home during that time. Can you do it?” Angelica’s expression turned more placid as she thought for half a second before answering, “Sure, why not.” But her eyebrows immediately furrowed again as she remembered something else. “Wait a minute. Isn’t she the one who pees her pants all the time?” Try as she might, she couldn’t suppress a little snicker as she asked it. Angelica’s mother’s face darkened as she fixed her daughter with one of her Looks. The tone of her answer matched her expression. “She has a sympathetic spastic bladder. Don’t laugh about it. Can you imagine if it was you who had that condition?” “Yeah, I guess so.” Angelica looked away, feeling a little guilty. “Okay then. I’ll text Jeanne and let her know your answer. I can drop you off there and then she’ll bring you back here once she’s back from her appointment.” Angelica’s mom turned and walked down the hallway, texting with one hand. ~*~*~*~*~ It was about a quarter after one on Saturday when Angelica and her mom started the forty-minute drive out to Lily’s house. The drive was mostly free of conversation, as Angelica idly passed the time on her phone, texting and Instagramming. It was more out of boredom than anything else, and she found her mind wandering. How did her mom know Mrs., uh….Jeanne? Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know the family’s last name. Her mom met Jeanne through…the PTA? Was that it? Something like that. Angelica shifted in her seat and pushed a strand of brown hair behind her left ear. She had never been to Lily’s house before—in reality, the two barely knew each other. Her mom was friends with Lily’s mom, but the friendship didn’t extend to their daughters. But Lily’s family was pretty well off, from what she knew. They lived out in a rural location, but they had a neighborhood watch and an in-ground pool. Angelica wished she had put on her bathing suit under her T-shirt and faded jeans—it was great swimming weather, in the warm-but-not-too-hot mid-June, and what better way for two young girls to spend an afternoon together? Her mom interrupted into her thoughts to reiterate what she had already told Angelica before they left: “Now, remember, Ange, even though you’re doing a favor for them, you are still the Wellses’—” (aha! that was the name) “—guest. I want you to remember that. Be respectful of them and their home. Understood?” Angelica breathed in and raised her head a little, still looking at her phone. “Yeah, mom. You told me that before we left.” “Well, I want to make sure you understand it. This is your only chance to make a good first impression.” She gave her daughter a smile and turned her attention back to the road. A guest—that was probably the real reason why she hadn’t worn her bathing suit. She didn’t want to seem like she was disrespecting the Wellses by inviting herself to their pool—either to them or to her mom. Well. There would probably be other things she could find to do. The sun was making it hard to see her phone screen, so she turned off the screen and dropped it between her thighs, before leaning against the door and letting the light pour across her face. As they drove past miles and miles of woods, the sunlight flashed in and out through the trees like a strobe light. With her eyes closed, the pulsating was almost hypnotic, and her thoughts wandered again. So, Lily was maybe two or three years younger than she herself was. Was she into anything interesting? Angelica was almost done with Gone with the Wind and wondered about what kinds of books Lily liked…if any. Hopefully she wouldn’t want to spend the whole time just talking about boys. It might be fun for a little bit, but there’s only so long that kind of conversation could go on. And…then her thoughts went back to where they kept slipping back to: Lily’s issue with wetting her pants. She stifled a laugh again thinking about it. It just seemed so…ridiculous. That someone at her age wouldn’t just have an accident, but actually be accident prone. Sure, there was always the occasional middle schooler or even high schooler that would pee themselves on a class trip, or during a test…but those incidents were rare enough that they would become the thing of legend for a few weeks or so, drifting on the winds of school gossip. But an ongoing issue? That was crazy. Had she just never been potty trained properly? Angelica couldn’t even remember the last time she had had an accident. Well, other than the one time in middle school at the Davises’ house, but she didn’t want to think about that. What had her mom called it? “Sympathetic spastic bladder.” Sympathetic. Kind of like sympathetic vomiting? Or pain? So…did that mean that if someone else needed to pee, it made her need to pee too? That was the best she could figure. But that seemed pretty common. Doesn’t that kind of thing happen to most people? Lily’s condition must just be a lot more severe. It must be, if she actually had wetting accidents from it. Man, that must be crazy. Angelica tilted her head back and tried to imagine what that must be like: bladder twitching and contracting, shifting from leg to leg, squeezing your thighs together hard to keep the flood inside…but then feeling yourself lose control, and pee flow out of you, despite your best efforts, all across your crotch and down your legs…as if on cue, Angelica’s own bladder gave an involuntary twitch and she took a quick intake of breath. Thankfully, she didn’t need to pee right now, but oh my goodness. She couldn’t even imagine how mortifying that would be. Trying to take her mind off it, she picked up her phone again from between her legs and went back to distracting herself. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering if Lily would have any…issues…today, though. But she knew better than to bring it up when there. ~*~*~*~*~ The hatchback crunched to a stop on the gravel drive and shut off. Both Angelica and her mom stepped out, stretching and breathing in the air. All around were woods, and no traffic could be heard. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the buzzing of cicadas and other insects. Mrs. Wells was already out the front door and coming up to meet them. “Tracy! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you for coming. And hello again, Angelica!” She gave each of them a hug when greeting them. Angelica had only met Mr. and Mrs. Wells once, but this sanguinity seemed to be standard behavior. She smiled back, “Hi. Thanks for having me over.” “Oh, it’s our pleasure. You’re really doing us a huge favor! We couldn’t find anyone else we trusted on such short notice.” She said this last part to Angelica’s mom, but it didn’t prevent a small swell of pride from rising up inside Angelica at being apparently being considered so valuable. “Here, come right this way. You can meet Lily.” Instead of leading them through the house, she walked over to the side and unlatched a small wrought-iron gate. “She’s in the pool in the back. Do you like to swim, Angelica? Did you happen to bring your bathing suit with you?” “Um, I do, but I didn’t bring it, no.” “Oh, that’s a shame. Maybe next time. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure there’s plenty for you to entertain yourself with.” They were at the backyard now, and Angelica could see the pool stretching out in the yard, its shiny blue surface looking absolutely tantalizing. At least she could put her feet in. Mrs. Wells called out, “Lily? The Carpenters are here. Come and say hello.” As they stepped out of the shade of the house and back into the sun, Angelica could see a very thin, shoulder-length blonde-haired girl raise her head out of the pool and then climb up the ladder and stand there dripping as she grabbed a SpongeBob towel and wrapped it around her black one-piece swimsuit. She was shorter than Angelica but also slenderer, but she was already sporting a healthy tan, unlike Angelica, who preferred to stay indoors more. When she spoke, Angelica noticed that she had her mother’s mouth and smile. “Hi. I’m Lily. Are you Angelica?” Angelica started to respond with a yes when Mrs. Wells cut in with a mildly chiding tone, “Now, Lily, what did I tell you? Be polite to our guest.” Lily blushed a little and revised, “Hello, Miss Angelica. Pleased to meet you.” Angelica couldn’t help but smile to herself as she realized that Lily’s mom probably made her daughter feel just as self-conscious about first impressions as her own mom. Lily started feeling less like a stranger to her and more like a potential friend. She stuck her hand out in her most mock-businesslike gesture and said in a playfully stern voice, “Pleased to make your acquaintance as well.” The two girls giggled as they shook hands a little too firmly, and Mrs. Wells laughed. “Well, look at you two! You’ll have a great time together. Derek and I will be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home here, Angelica. Have fun, and call us if you have any questions.” She turned off back to the path beside the house. From the other side, Angelica could hear the Wellses’ garage door opening and their car backing out. Angelica’s mom gave her a hug. “Have fun, sweetheart. Call me if you need anything.” She followed after Mrs. Wells with a parting wave. Angelica waved back, then turned back slowly, taking in all the details of the back yard. The house and yard were completely surrounded by woods, though there was still a privacy fence at the edge with a gate in the middle. That was at the far end of the yard, though, a good hundred feet away. Closer up there was a trampoline, then the pool, then the back patio which extended up to the back porch. There were two quad bikes parked close by the house, next to a couple of bushes. On the patio itself was an outdoor furniture set, with a glass-topped table in the center sporting a golf umbrella. On the table were an assortment of snacks, and an ice chest underneath boasted a bevy of soft drinks peeping their colorful heads out. “Wow…you’ve got a nice backyard…” Angelica led off tentatively. Lily gave a kind of half-hearted nod. “Yeah, it’s nice, I guess. I mean, yeah. Thanks.” “Must be kinda nice to have all this to yourself, huh?” “I guess. I mean, we’re kind of all alone out here. The nearest neighbor is like a mile away.” “Wow.” Angelica turned back toward the snack table. She hadn’t had much of a lunch and was both hungry and thirsty. “Oh, those are for you. Well, like, us. My mom wanted to make sure you felt appreciated.” Angelica looked up. “Just the two of us? Really? There’s enough here for like a whole party of people!” Lily shrugged. “Yup. That’s my mom.” She laughed a bit. “Seriously, though, have as much as you want. That’s why they’re there.” Angelica smiled on one side and looked back to the ice chest. Was there any ginger ale? Ginger ale was her favorite. Ah! There one was! She pulled it out, relishing the chilled surface of the aluminum and the drips of icy water down the sides. With a ksshhh she popped it open and took a sip, then coughed as the bubbles went into her nose. Lily sidled up next to the ice chest and popped open a Sprite. Angelica by now had found a bag of Chips Ahoy and began munching on them. Lily gulped down some Sprite and then asked, “So, Miss Angelica, do you like to swim?” Angelica finished washing down some cookie and suppressed a burp. “Yeah, I do, but I don’t have a swimsuit with me.” “Aw, that’s too bad. I love swimming. It’s like, literally my favorite thing to do during the summer. But it’s more fun with more people.” “Do you have any friends around?” “Haha, no one lives around. Not walking distance, at least. I really only see friends at school.” “Oh, that’s too bad.” Angelica tried to burp discreetly. Lily laughed. “What is it?” asked Angelica. Lily kept laughing. “That face you made! It was like, your eyes crossed.” She imitated it. “No they didn’t! I didn’t look like that!” Angelica protested good-naturedly. “You really did!” And then, most likely from laughing, Lily also burped, but much louder. This sent both girls into a fit of giggles. Angelica felt good. It seemed like the two of them might really click. ~*~*~*~*~ Almost two hours had passed. Angelica and Lily had chatted for a while, talking about Lily’s pets (an iguana and a guinea pig), historical fiction (Lily wasn’t as into reading but did like some historical movies), the vacation the Wells family would be taking soon to the Bahamas, and just whatever. They dangled their feet in the water for a while, eating snacks and drinking soda, before Lily wanted to go back to swimming, and so Angelica sat on the chaise lounge with another ginger ale after putting her shoes back on to keep her feet from getting sunburnt. Eventually conversation died down and Lily swam by herself while Angelica went back to her phone. Instagram was interrupted by a text from Jackie, a friend of hers from school. hey Ange Angelica tilted the screen away from the sun and squinted to better see past the glare. Holding the phone with two hands, she used her thumbs to reply. Hey Jackie Whats up? wyd the librarys doing a free movie want to come ? Cool, what time? And what movie in like fiften minutes Tangled I think Sorry, I can’t make it sounds fun though. ah you suckkkk haha Why cant u come tho My mom asked me to be with the Wells’ daughter while they’re out. whos that you know Lily? o yeah isnt she the one who pees her pants alot? Yeah, that’s her. Angelica looked up at Lily, who was currently lazily performing a backstroke. She felt a little weird about Lily’s condition being brought up, thinking that just a few hours ago, it was the main identifying feature she knew about Lily. Now to hear someone else express the same perspective after being able to spend some time getting to know Lily as a person was somewhat jarring. She had actually forgotten about Lily’s bladder until Jackie’s text, and she felt a pang of guilt in her gut when remembering her morbid fascination on the drive out, even half-hoping that she would see the effects. She also felt a pang of something else, a little lower in her body. Her phone then buzzed a “Low Battery” alert, which brought her back to the text conversation. wow that’s cray has she had to go pee a lot ? No, she seems normal. She’s nice. We’ve been getting to know each other. Does she like wear diapers or somthing? Angelica brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and shifted in her seat. This talk about peeing was making her have to go herself. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the ginger ale from the can before putting it on the table next to her, noticing only then that it was her fourth overall. That was actually a lot of soda. No she doesn’t. Anyway, can we talk about something else? It’s making me have to pee. haha I feel u girl well, sorry u cant comeee Thanks. Have fun Her phone buzzed another “Low Battery” alert. She saw that there was only 2% left and thought she should probably put the phone away. Right after putting it in her pocket, though, another text came in. pee pee rivers waterfalls She laughed at Jackie’s antics, but not before feeling Jackie’s desired effect in a contraction in her bladder. She leaned forward in her seat and typed back. Jackie! Not funny. Lol But then her phone gave one final buzz as the screen went out. The battery had died. Angelica took the cue and stood up from the chaise lounge, stretching and feeling the sun on her skin again after being under the golf umbrella. Her bladder was beginning to hurt. She really should go and use the bathroom now. She stepped up the patio and onto the back porch. Taking hold of the handle of the sliding glass door, she pulled on it. The door wouldn’t move. It took her a moment to register what happened. Then she gave another tug, this time with both hands. Nothing. The door was locked. Having the prospect of relief be so close and then denied her sharply intensified her need to go. Her bladder suddenly contracted, and she gasped and had to bend over to keep from leaking. She stood there for a few seconds, hands on her thighs, trying to figure out what to do. She was now starting to get genuinely worried. It might be over another hour before the Wellses came back, and she didn’t know if she could wait that long. Unbidden, her thoughts from the car ride earlier started to drip—drift!—back into her head: the feeling of desperation, of holding back with all your strength only to lose control anyway, of the spreading warm wetness… Her bladder spasmed again and she had to quickly grab her crotch to keep from letting anything out. No! She couldn’t let herself think like that. Honestly, she had probably had to go this badly before, on car trips or whatever. She would be fine. Of course she would. But her stomach was now feeling full of butterflies and gave an ominous gurgle. Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward the pool and walked out onto the patio. “Lily?” she called out. Lily raised her head up and shifted from floating to treading water. “What is it, Miss Angelica?” Angelica hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the back door. “I need to use the bathroom, but I think the back door is locked.” She tried to keep her voice steady, but she could tell that it came out a little higher pitched than normal. The look that came over Lily’s face did not make Angelica feel any more at ease. It was clearly a look of concern, but had a flash of something more for a second…something almost like fear. She climbed out of the pool again, did a quick dry-off with her towel before wrapping it around herself, then came up the porch as well. Angelica was shifting her legs back and forth at this point, trying to look less urgent than she felt. The pool water dripping off Lily wasn’t helping at all. Lily grabbed the door handle and gave it a firm tug. Just as when Angelica tried it, it didn’t budge. She cupped her hands and peered through the glass for a few seconds, even though Angelica was sure that they both knew the house was empty. Angelica took the opportunity to rub her thighs up and down while Lily couldn’t see her. “Yeah, it’s locked. I guess Mom or Dad locked it accidentally before leaving.” She paused and scanned the back wall of the house. “Do you have to go pretty bad?” Angelica felt too self-conscious to answer honestly, and besides, wasn’t Lily’s condition sympathetic? She tried to downplay how she felt. “Uh, well, I need to go, but I’ll be okay.” She gave a weak smile, hoping to convince herself as well as Lily. “Okay.” Lily’s answer didn’t seem entirely genuine. After a few seconds of awkward silence, during which Angelica was finding it difficult to stand still, she decided to swallow her pride. “Do you know if there’s another way into the house? A side door…an open window?” She tried to say it in a way that would almost make it sound like a joke, but instead of laughing, Lily turned slowly toward Angelica with a pale expression. “So you do have to go pretty bad…huh?” Angelica noticed that Lily started to shift from one foot to the other. “I just…I need to…use the bathroom. Yeah. I do.” She admitted it in the hope that Lily would know a solution and she would be provided with relief. Instead, saying it out loud just made her need more intense, as if her psychological barriers were starting to wear thin. She started to bob up and down a little in spite of herself, and her stomach churned again. Without warning, a fart slipped out, thankfully unheard over the cicadas. Her hands involuntarily shot to her butt before she realized it and moved them back down to her sides, blushing. Lily swallowed and answered, “The windows are probably all latched shut to keep the A/C inside. The only other door is the front door…but it’s normally locked.” “Is there a spare key or something? Anything you can think of?” Her voice had an audible tremor at this point. Lily’s eyes brightened. “Oh good idea! I think so. I know we used to have one…let’s go try and find it.” She stepped off the porch and towards the side walkway with Angelica following. As soon as she reached the path, though, she suddenly drastically slowed her pace. The delay caused a spike of irritation to shoot through Angelica, perfectly in sync with a spike of pain through her lower abdomen. She clenched both her teeth and sphincter, then realized what made Lily slow down so much. She was still barefoot from the pool and the path was paved with gravel. It must have been painful and slow going for her. Pity made her regret her irritation, and she said, “I can go check, since you’re barefoot. Where did you keep the key?” “Thanks. Under the rock at the corner where the right side of the front path meets the porch.” She gestured with her hands to demonstrate. “Okay. And…see if you can find any way in back here.” “Okay, I’ll do that.” She turned back to the grass of the back yard. As soon as she was by herself, Angelica started walking faster. She was still keeping all her muscles rigid in an attempt to prevent any from accidentally relaxing. She was sure that if anyone saw her, it would be super obvious that she had to pee. Against her will, her thoughts began to wander. I can’t believe I have to pee this bad…this morning I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to pee this bad…is this what it feels like for Lily?...my bladder is gonna pop and my crotch is tingling… Gotta keep it in. Gotta keep it in. I can do this. Yes. I can do this. I’ll just go and get the key, and then sweet relief…to be able to let it all out… No! Can’t think of that. Gotta stay focused. She had to stop and cross her legs for a few seconds, doubling over as she did so. Her stomach gave another unwelcome rumbling. She felt like there was more gas, but didn’t want to risk trying to let any out. Of course I’ll make it. That’s what normal people do. They don’t pee themselves. I’m way too old to pee myself. I’ll be fine. Her walk relaxed slightly, letting her speed up some more. There, now. That was the way to do it. See, she’d be fine. Just fine. Her bladder was still twinging when she opened the wrought-iron gate and stepped onto the front lawn, but she ignored it. Relief was near. Soon, this would be nothing but a memory of a close call and everything would be okay, nothing to fear. Anticipation was sending needles through her bladder and she clenched harder as she came up to the spot Lily had described to her. There was the rock. Just…move it to the side…and… Nothing. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her face blanched. This was her only hope of getting inside, and now it was gone. It was supposed to be there, but it was gone! Her bladder tightened and she could feel the tension go all the way into her thighs. Her brain reeled. Maybe the Wellses would be back early? But there was no way to know. Maybe they would know some other way in? But her phone died—how could she reach them? Maybe a neighbor’s house? But there was no one…the nearest neighbor was “like a mile away,” according to Lily. In one last burst of desperation, she scrambled around the front garden, overturning rocks, lifting pots, feeling through the soil, trying to find a key anywhere, anywhere at all. Her bladder was on fire. She dashed up to the front door—maybe it was unlocked? But no, tugging and pushing and slamming against the heavy oak yielded no hope of entry. She stumbled back, off the porch, sweat beading on her forehead, her eyes darting back and forth, hoping beyond hope for some cracked window, some miraculous entry. But she found nothing. The house loomed over her, imposing, resolute, unyielding. It felt like a black hole opened in her soul, draining out her resolve in a spectral pull of despair mingled with resignation. There was nothing left to do but give in…give in and… Her bladder spasmed again, and this time, her clenched sphincter muscles were not strong enough to stop it. A spurt of hot urine surged into her underwear, and at the same time, another fart burst out of her behind. She gasped loudly, wide-eyed, and jammed a hand into her crotch to keep any more from leaking out. Back yard. Now. Maybe Lily found a way in. She tried to move as quickly as possible down the path past the gate again, but found she had to keep her hand in her crotch, intermittently squeezing, which slowed her down considerably. At this point, she didn’t even care if Lily saw her like this. She just had to hold on. She had to. Somehow being in a secluded place on the side of the house caused her desperation to shoot up in sharper and stronger waves than before. She was moving as fast as she could, but kept having to stop to keep from losing control. Panic made her thoughts roil. I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself oh crap oh crap I can’t believe this is happening to me Is this because I made fun of Lily But I didn’t really make fun of her I swear I can’t wet myself I’ve gotta hold on Can’t let go oh crap Can’t let go Can’t let go Despite holding herself, she felt another spurt leak out into her panties, which now felt hot and sticky against her private parts. She tried to control her breathing. She could still make it with minimal damage done. If only I’d brought my swimsuit I could just pee in the pool All nice and warm To just relax If only I could just relax and let go Let go Let go oh crap oh crap I can’t I can’t Mincing her way further, teeth clenched, tears began forming in her eyes. It would feel so good to just let go No! No I can’t! Yes just let go Just let go No! No! No! Yes! Yes! Yes! She spurted again. Then again, this time a little longer. The whole time, she was passing gas in little bursts as well. She was almost to the end of the walkway, but she could feel her hand getting warm and damp. She jammed her other hand into her crotch as well, holding on for all she was worth with both hands. She rounded the corner at last, head down, eyes wide, breathing heavy, heart racing. She knew there would definitely be a wet spot in her crotch, but she didn’t know how bad. Right now she just had to keep it from getting any worse. She could hear Lily come running up, but it seemed distant, like in a dream. Just like in a horror movie, when the bandages are sloooowly peeled away to reveal the villain’s disfigurement, she gingerly lifted her hands away from her crotch. Her legs were bent inward, knees together and shaking, and she could feel her face go white as she saw the damage. Her jeans were clearly wet and dark all around her crotch, in an area about the size of a dessert plate. The wetness went slightly further down her right thigh, and the fabric was glistening at the center of her crotch. It was, all in all, very obvious that she had had a pee accident. Her breath caught and her heart was jackhammering in her skull. As if from far away, she could hear Lily’s voice— “Miss Angelica? I couldn’t find any way in back here. Did you find the key?” That was the last straw. With a groan, Angelica felt all her willpower and muscles give way at once. She sank to her knees as the floodgates opened, with no stopping them now. It was like a faucet had been turned on in her pants. She watched, as if in a trance, as the wet spot rapidly darkened and grew shiny, then spread voraciously across her crotch and down her thighs. She just kept breathing in and out, in and out, powerless to do anything but watch. She could feel the wetness spread to her butt and then pour out in a stream directly onto the patio. Two puddles formed, one at each knee, and then they merged and were supplemented by the bigger puddle forming under her rear. She could hear the sharp hssssss as she emptied her bladder, combined with the splashing of the urine underneath her. The waves of desperation gave way to ecstasy as relief finally came, but it was darkened by the heavy overshadowing sense of extreme embarrassment and shame of having actually wet her pants. Here she was, just a few hours ago unable to conceive of how anyone could lose bladder control and have an accident, and now she was experiencing just that. The tears that had formed in her eyes overflowed, and her heavy breathing shifted into soft sobs at her plight. She continued going to the bathroom in her pants for over half a minute before the flow finally tapered off. For what seemed like a small eternity, there was silence. Even the cicadas had died down. The only sounds that could be heard were the quiet sniffles of Angelica as she wiped the tears from her reddened cheeks and the muffled drip…drip…drip of the last of her urine from her pants. Now that she was actually done, the wetness was starting to feel very cold. Her head still down, Angelica couldn’t see Lily’s reaction. Eventually, Lily broke the silence. “Miss Angelica?” Her voice sounded like she was going to be sick. “Miss Angelica, I—” Then she made a kind of choking sound and was silent. The next thing Angelica heard was a spattering, splashing sound. But she had finished peeing—what could that be? And it was coming from in front of her… She raised her head to meet Lily’s eyes, but her gaze only got halfway. It stopped on Lily’s feet, where Angelica could see a yellow puddle growing. Her eyes were drawn upwards, where she could see urine pouring out of the crotch of Lily’s black swimsuit, splashing in streams between her thighs, and coursing in rivulets down each of her legs. She watched, transfixed, for several seconds, then looked up at Lily’s face. Lily stood there open-mouthed, pale, and speechless. Her arms were rigid at her sides, and she seemed completely unable to make any effort to stop Nature’s course whatsoever. Angelica watched as Lily also emptied her bladder into her clothes, and felt her own body give way once more. She felt her panties rewarm as one final jet of urine came out, but then her intestines rumbled. She gasped again and leaned forward, grabbing her butt, but not before she lost control and felt, one, two, three, four, five small pieces of poop pop out unbidden into her underwear. She could feel the wetness pull away from her skin as her underwear now sagged down from the seat of her pants due to the extra weight. Lily was still pale, but seemed to have finished peeing. She spoke, her voice hoarse, but with a new element of shock in her tone. “Miss Angelica, did you just…?” Angelica tried to lean back on her knees again, but her legs were too shaky. Instead, she lost her balance and fell with a splish on her butt in her own pee puddle, wincing as the poop in her panties was unceremoniously squished across her bottom. She couldn’t speak. She was in too much shock. Instead she just sat there and covered her face with her hands, trying to pretend this had all been a bad dream. ~Aftermath~ After gaining her composure, Angelica stiffly told Lily to clean up herself in the pool and the puddles with her towel, which would then also be washed off in the pool. At least swimsuits were designed to get wet. She on the other hand walked gingerly to the gate in the privacy fence, opened it, walked about fifty feet into the woods on the other side, and then, once she made sure no one was around, took off her shoes and socks and peeled off her jeans. Gosh, she was so stupid. She could have just peed in the woods when she had the chance. Trying to keep as much of her mess contained as possible, she pulled down her panties and made a face of disgust at herself. She then threw the panties into the underbrush and pulled her jeans back on, wincing at the roughness of the denim. She then walked back into the back yard, carrying her shoes and socks, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and then jumped in the pool. At Lily’s expression of surprise, all Angelica had to do was give her a stern look for her to understand: this way, her parents would never have to know what happened. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in awkward silence. Lily sat next to the pool (she didn’t trust how clean the water was anymore) and Angelica on the chair. She didn’t touch any more soda. Lily’s parents ended up arriving about forty minutes later, and Angelica had a strange kind of feeling of vindication when realizing that she really would not have been able to wait until they arrived. When they asked about why she was all wet, Angelica made up a story about goofing around near the pool and accidentally falling in. She kept all other answers to questions about the afternoon short, but with enough affected pep as to avoid suspicion. She made sure to say nothing about the locked back door, knowing that it would likely raise further questions—notably about where all the soda they drank went. Once Mrs. Wells dropped her off at her home, Angelica gave the same kinds of answers to her mom, determined to make sure that no one else ever found out about what happened. One week later, however, Lily was walking home from the bus stop. She and some friends had just gotten back from watching a movie and parted ways. The bus stop was nearly a mile walk from her house, but it was shorter to cut through the woods and come in through the back yard. Lily was walking quickly, already needing to use the bathroom. She remembered all too well the incident the previous week, and that the only reason her parents hadn’t found out what happened was because of Angelica’s resourcefulness. She was almost to the gate to her back yard when she was distracted by a loud buzzing off to the left. Curious, she looked that direction, then stepped carefully into the underbrush. The source of the buzzing was a swarm of flies, all acutely interested in something obscured by the leaves. As she drew nearer, a nasty smell hit her and she wrinkled her face and pinched her nose. She knew what it was. Ever since that incident, she had wondered how Angelica had cleaned up her poop accident. Now she knew. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like a train wreck; she had to see. She haltingly drew back the plants with one hand and looked down. There, stiff and wrinkled from drying out in the open air, were a pair of pink bikini-cut panties, with a sickly brown load of poop completely covering the seat. Lily could feel herself losing control. It always felt the same way. The same sensation of being a stranger in your own body, of psychological resolve dissipating. She ran through the gate and across the yard, her breathing ragged, with one hand in her crotch in a vain attempt to stop the flow. As she sped across the grass, the wet spot gradually spread out on either side of her hand and down one leg of her jean shorts. She reached the back door and translated her momentum into forcefully sliding the door open, but she was jarringly stopped short by the fact that the door was locked. Again. She banged on the door with her free hand, yelling for someone inside to hear her, her other hand getting wetter and wetter as she continued leaking, urine now dripping from the cuff of her left leg and trickling down her thigh. She remembered what had happened the previous week and Angelica’s plight, including what ended up happening to her, as a new pressure built up in her abdomen. It was unfortunate, but apparently inevitable, then, that Lily’s mom came to the door a minute later and found her daughter red-faced and sobbing, a puddle under her soaked tennis shoes and a load in her shorts.

Heya! Just finished up a commission, and wanted to share it with you good last over here at OmoOrg! It's a story based on The Last Of Us' character Ellie, who lives in the post-apocalyptic world where she kicks zombie ass- with the caveat that she was never able to be potty trained, leading to some embarrassing situations. 😉 You can read it here on Wattpad. Warning: Includes (non-explicit) messing. If you are interested in commissioning me for your own story, you can read this post. 🙂