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  1. This is going to be a continuing theme from me, but most of the stories I’ve written were made quite some time ago. I apologize for bad grammar, bad story, you get the idea. This is also a semi-continuation of the story of my OC’s, Sara and Alec. Hope you all enjoy! Ps. Fetimation Reference? “So, you want to do what exactly?”. Sitting in the living room, Alec stared quizzically at Sara. Her eyes held a gleam of inspiration in them, her imagination already racing a mile a second. “I want to craft the perfect scenario for me to make a messy”. Alec, still confused, shook his head. “So, explain what you mean by that. I don’t think I get it”. Sara had always had a very wild imagination, especially when it came to diapers, messing and sexual stuff. She also loved looking at diapered art online. Places like Deviantart, Pixiv and Omorashi were some of her most visited websites, other than YouTube. However, she had recently come across a gif from a particular artist on a random compilation of diapered art on YouTube. The gif was from an artist called Fetimation, and it showed a humanoid dog wearing a yellow shirt and diaper outside of the bathroom. About ready to poop, he begged the person inside of the bathroom to let him inside. However, the person inside the bathroom instead said that he wasn’t a big enough boy to poop on the potty. The image then cut to a gif of the dog humanoid making a massive mess in his diaper before falling to the ground as whoever was inside the bathroom came out, praising him for such a good mess. The art had inspired Sara, as most art did, to act out the scenario in real life. After the lengthy explanation, Sara looked at Alec, waiting for his approval. “Okay. I’m in. Let’s hash out the details”. The plan was simple. After Sara’s huge mess the day before, Alec would be the one to mess this time. He would eat and drink all day without going to the potty, all while diapered. Then, when he could feel that he couldn’t hold it anymore, he would go tell Sara. Sara would go inside of the bathroom, lock the door behind her, and wait for Alec to knock on the door. He would beg her to let him in, and she would deny him. Then, Alec would completely release, filling his diaper as much as he could. After he was done, Sara would leave the bathroom and return yesterday's favor. Listening to Sara’s excited voice, Alec felt himself become infected by some of that enthusiasm as well. “It’s funny. Usually you’re the dom. I’m excited to see what it’s like from the opposite perspective”. Alec laughed internally. Their relationship worked around Sara’s subservience and infantile nature, with Alec being the dominant, yet kind and caring daddy. However, with the roles reversed, Alec felt excitement at the prospect of feeling things differently. “Alright, little one,” Sara said, using Alec’s baby name for Sara. “What would you like for breakfast?” Alec’s stomach felt about ready to explode. Holding such a big mess in for an hour would have been a challenge, but all day? It first seemed like an impossibility. But then, Alec had discovered something he never knew about himself. If he distracted himself by playing video games, the rest of the world practically stopped existing. All there was left was his head and hands, holding the mouse or controller. The effect was compounded further by his favorite video game, Warframe. The almost unending grind of it was perfect for Alec. Progress was steady, and small enough that it kept you hooked. The feeling of progress towards a goal was a great distraction. But eventually, even the illusion of a Tenno slaying hordes of Grineer, Corpus and Infected monsters on Deimos began to fall apart. And the feeling came back. Putting the game on pause, he quickly walked down the hall towards their bedroom. “I’m ready, Sara”. Standing from the bed, Sara smiled evilly. “Alright, sweetie. Let’s begin. Start at the end of the hall as we planned”. Walking back to the end of the hall, Alec waited until he heard the door to the bathroom shut. Just as they planned, his entire person shifted. He went from a kind and caring daddy to a desperate toddler using every ounce of concentration he had to not fill his diaper. Walking down the hall, Alec couldn’t help but add his own flair to the situation. “Oh man, I have to go poop so bad! I really shouldn’t have held it! No, no! It’s coming out!”. From inside the bathroom, Alec could hear Sara breathing heavily, laughing quietly to herself. She was clearly enjoying the feeling of control she had over him. Knocking on the bathroom door, Alec tried the handle. “Please, let me in mommy! I need to potty so bad!”. Alec was surprised at the voice he heard. Sara’s usual cadence was replaced by a low, silky smooth voice. Laughing internally, Alec couldn’t help but compare Sara’s dom voice to that of the stereotypical sexy female spy from a novel. The one who always was dressed in either a black or red dress that showed plenty of skin. The one who always carried some special pistol with her. “No, baby. You made a bad, bad choice. You decided to hold it in all day. You could have poopied earlier when you needed too, but no, you decided to ignore your body. Besides, you aren’t old enough to use the potty anyways. Babies should poopy in their diapers. Not the potty”. Alec felt Sara’s words pierce his chest. God, it was such a turn on. Trying a new perspective on the submissive and dominant roles was great. “But mommy! It’s coming out right now! I can’t hold it in any longer! Please, I’m not a baby, I’m a big boy!”. Sara stayed silent. Feeling his erection rise, Alec squatted outside the bathroom, wrapping his hands around his stomach. Grunting loudly, he produced a loud, long fart. Then, the mess began. Mush poured from his rear into the fluffy white insides of the diaper. The sheer amount of mess exploding from him caused Alec to fall back onto his butt, still pushing out a wave of the brown, hot mess. The back of his diaper staining brown, Alec grunted, pushing even harder. His efforts caused another loud, explosive fart to escape, accompanying the mush-squish-blort noises of his mess. Seeing his diaper expand, Alec continued to push out the huge mound of hot mess. But the more he pushed, the messier his mess got. Feeling his stomach churn, Alec gasped as he felt diarrhea explode from him, filling his diaper with a wet mound of half liquid poop. The sheer amount of it was staggering. His diaper almost the size of a pillow, Alec pushed, making pained noises as he felt the liquid poop explode in a torrent from him. Then, he finished, producing what felt like a whole gallon of pee which mixed with his mess. Standing up, Alec began crying. He wasn’t sad, per se, but the whole experience, especially his new role, made something inside him break. He could hear Sara inside the bathroom, fiddling with the lock. She stepped out, hoisting him up by his arms. “Oh, baby. It’s okay. It’s all okay. Mommy’s here. You poor thing, you made such a big, stinky mess. I should have let you inside the bathroom, sweetie. You should have told me you were feeling this bad. Shh, shh. It’s okay”. The soothing words coming from Sara made Alec’s mind fall into a different state. He felt himself slipping away. “M-mommy…made p-poopies…” “I know sweetie. Shh, it’s okay”. Sara took Alec’s head, cradling it in her chest. It was a primal feeling. A remembered memory long lost. His mother did the same. He would have only been a child, little more than a baby. It was a feeling that evoked deep emotion and instant comfort. Alec stopped crying. “There we go. Poor little baby! You know what? I think you deserve a treat from mommy. I should have done better there. You deserve a reward”. Nodding, Alec sniffled. “Okay, little one. Let’s go to the bedroom”. Taking a hold of Alec’s hand, Sara led him gently to the bedroom. “Okay, baby. Just lie down over there on the bed”. Alec obeyed, feeling his full diaper slosh between his legs. Lying down, he saw Sara follow him. Sara got onto the bed. Straddling Alec’s body, Sara reached down, feeling Alec’s diaper. Their position made his already hard erection become even harder. Leaning down to whisper in his ear, Sara said: “such a naughty boy. But naughty boys get naughty rewards, don’t they?”. Biting his ear slightly, Sara suddenly sat up. Reaching up, Sara took off her shirt, revealing her bra. Then, she took off her bra as well. Alec began to breathe heavily. Sara leaned down again, placing her head millimeters from his. “Do you like them?,” she said, in a quiet whisper. Reaching up, Sara felt her breasts. Alec nodded, eyes wide. “Then, you’ll also like this, too”. Sara reached down to Alec’s diaper, grabbed ahold of his erection, and began to move her hand up and down. Alec gasped, feeling an intense rush of pleasure over his entire body. Then, Sara stopped. “Oh, I know. Just stay right where you are”. Sara slid her body down, placing her diaper on top of his. Closing her eyes, Sara grunted, her face twisted into a cute mask of exertion. Alec felt a rushing warmth over his diaper. He began to shake slightly. “It looks like my naughty, naughty diaper boy loves feeling another dirty diaper on his”. She began to move her hips side to side, rubbing her wet diaper onto the front of his diaper. Alec gasped, moaning in ecstasy. Sara fell down, lying on top of him. Grabbing the sides of his head, Sara kissed Alec passionately, all the while humping his diaper. Moaning in unison, Alec wrapped his arms around Sara, reaching down to rub the back of her diaper. Coming up for air, Sara spoke again. “You love this don’t you, you dirty, dirty diaper boy”. The words made Alec all the more turned on. Then, with one final thrust, Alec felt himself coming to a climax. Closing his eyes, he felt the warm liquid spread into the front of his diaper, being quickly absorbed by the padding. This made Sara finish as well, her whole body shaking as she collapsed onto Alec, her breasts landing directly on his face. They both lay there for a while, exhausted and incredibly relaxed. Then, Alec spoke up. “Um, can you move mommy? It’s getting hard to breathe”. Sara smiled. “Of course, sweetie. Of course I’ll move”. Sara sat up, then turned, planting her padded butt directly onto Alec’s face. “Of course I’ll move” Just another note, my first ever post was a link to a google doc. I’ll change that to just the raw text as soon as I can
  2. So the night started off innocent enough. I work tomorrow and I don't care to play on work nights. I was laying in bed and I suddenly had to pee, but I couldn't get up and go to the bathroom because my husband was using it. I had 3 options, pee on the floor, pee in the bed, or grab a diaper and put it on. In the spirit of being a good girl, I grabbed a diaper to not make a mess. Well, once I put it on I decided to see how long I could hold it while relaxing and listening to waterfall sounds. I now sit in a ver soggy diaper, still desperately needing to pee.... I think I made a mistake 😅
  3. Sooo it's been a while since I've posted something on here. 😅 But I've been working on this for a while and it's to a point where I can slowly post. Well, the beginning at least hehe. In the meantime, for those who might know the story, Jillyverse hasn't been abandoned! New chapters will be posted to that soon. :3 While you're here, please enjoy Zoe's adventures~ I've certainly enjoyed writing them. xoxo, Avery *** Chapter One: The Letter Zoe couldn’t pay attention to what was happening in her no matter how hard she tried. The week had gone well enough, she managed to get through her classes, was sure that she had aced her exam in her Reference and Information Services class, had gone out with her friends the night before, but with the weekend rapidly approaching, Zoe was a bundle of nerves. She had no idea what possessed her to leave her parents a letter before she returned to school. Perhaps it was the thought of the upcoming holidays or the fact she just really needed to write things down, but confessing to her parents that she liked wearing adult diapers as a coping mechanism for anxiety in a letter suddenly felt like a horrible idea. Maybe they had never even found the letter. Nothing was said, after all, so maybe everything was okay. The first person to notice that something was bothering her was her roommate Angelina, who had been staring hard at her a few days prior. It was like Zoe thought about the letter all the time, but when she wasn’t distracted well enough, it was all she could think of. “What’s wrong with you?” Angelina asked, jumping onto Zoe’s bed and cringing at the dull creak of protest it made at her sudden weight. “Nothing,” Zoe answered with a huff. “Oh, please,” Angelina said. “You’ve been staring at your computer screen for ages and haven’t scrolled even once.” She leaned over the top of Zoe’s laptop. “And you’re not even watching a movie, so…what gives?” Zoe could only shake her head in response, prompting a heavy, slightly frustrated sigh from Angelina. “Fine,” Angelina said, closing Zoe’s laptop with a sharp noise. “Then we’re going out. I’ll text the others.” Even though the last thing Zoe wanted to do was go out, she begrudgingly went. She was relieved that none of them questioned the slight waddle she had from the diaper she insisted on wearing out. Who knew that a simple dare during a game of Truth or Dare at a party would have led to this? At the end of class, Zoe checked her phone with a slight frown. After not hearing much from her parents all week, the only notification from her dad saying to be safe on her way home left her on edge. What were her parents thinking? The return home felt longer than usual. The clatter of the train’s wheels against the track seemed to be just as discordant as all of Zoe’s thoughts. The landscape blurred much like her racing thoughts. The closer she was to home, the more anxiety settled into Zoe’s entire being and she felt herself practically bristling with the anticipation of what could possibly be coming next. As the familiar landscape of her hometown came into view, Zoe felt herself dreading the thought of even entering her home. Slowly the trees and the rolling fields of rural America started to make way for the houses Zoe grew up with. As the train barreled into the suburbs of Zoe’s hometown, the long journey home nearly came to a close, and Zoe couldn’t help but heave a deep sigh. It meant that she only had around 10 minutes before her train would enter the station and she could feel herself at the edge of panic, a place she couldn’t say she was unfamiliar with. Zoe could feel the familiar waves of anxiety coursing through her body. As much as she didn’t want to be, she couldn’t help but become a little frustrated by herself. It felt as though her brain had decided to completely forget the years of therapy she had along with the grounding techniques she had learned. She had been diagnosed with anxiety for a long while, basically for as long as she could remember. Between her therapy and the techniques she learned, she had mostly found a rhythm that worked for her. She felt as though she had been doing a great job at keeping her anxiety at bay and keeping it mostly under control. In her humble opinion, even with all of the changes of university life, she had been keeping an excellent grasp on it. The things she learned helped keep most of her anxiety at bay most of the time, but unfortunately, today wasn’t one of those days. Today was different. As the train slowed down into the station, Zoe felt the burger she ate earlier weigh heavily in her stomach. She could feel her stomach twisting into even more painful knots, swirling its contents as if she was a cauldron and a witch was working on a bubbling brew. Zoe could feel the start of the coughs she tended to get when anxious and tried to push them back. She knew that if she started, it wouldn’t end well for her. It wouldn’t be the first time everything in her stomach decided to come back up from being too anxious, but the nausea was perpetual and wasn’t helping in the least. With a screech, the train came to a rolling stop and Zoe got up from her seat to disembark with the large crowd that was gathering at the doors. It wouldn’t be too long before she would arrive home. Zoe tried very hard to stop her little coughs that seemed nearly impossible to go away once they started as she disembarked. It was busy at the platform and in a daze, Zoe made her way through the massive throngs of people with her weekend bag in tow. No matter how much Zoe tried to be rational and think about what lay ahead, nothing seemed to make her feel better. Surely her parents had to have read her letter. After all, she had put it in a place that she knew they would find it. But what if they hated it? What if they hated her? As the tell-tale little coughs grew in their intensity and started to wrack her body, Zoe rushed out of the trainstation as quickly as she could. She made a beeline for the nearest bushes, deeply regretting her choice of greasy comfort food. Taking a sip from her water bottle to clear the taste from her mouth, Zoe made her way to the bus station in a far bigger daze. It was almost like she was looking at herself from above she thought as her mind began to wander as the worry of the fact she would be home soon took over. In fact, it felt like no time had passed at all before Zoe found herself back home. She was so caught up and lost in her thoughts that her body seemed to have malfunctioned and gone on auto-pilot. The next thing she knew she was standing at her parent’s doorstep in the outer neighborhoods of Topeka, Kansas. Zoe blinked a couple times as she wasn’t entirely sure how she ended up where she was. She vaguely remembered getting on her bus, but everything was a haze. Before Zoe could reach into her bag to fumble for her keys, the door opened and Zoe’s eyes shot up to meet the gaze of whoever dared to disturb her final moments of peace. “Hey, Zoe! You’re here,” Zoe’s mom said with a warm smile. She opened the door wide, beckoning for Zoe to enter and closing the door behind her. “You got back home just in time for dinner. Go drop your things off and wash your hands and join us in the dining room.” Zoe stared owlishly at her mother’s back as she disappeared into the dining room where the strong scents of dinner were wafting her way. It was all very strange, Zoe thought. She expected a completely different reaction from her mother – a tension that could be palpable and obvious. But instead, her mother was acting as if nothing was different and that she hadn’t laid out the most difficult letter of her life. Zoe didn’t understand. Dinner was mostly the same as usual, the air still very much the same as it usually was. Zoe could barely eat from her stress while conversations flowed around her like usual. She managed to give a quick rundown of how her week had been, but a lot of it came out in awkward stutters and jumbled thoughts. It was a sure sign that her anxiety was at an all time high, and her parents shared a knowing look but didn’t say a word. Everyone at home knew the moment her thoughts and words weren’t coming clearly meant that she was at the height of her anxiety. Zoe could feel Zara, her younger sister, staring at her questioningly, but didn’t ask what was wrong. Zoe had a love-hate relationship with her younger sister. It wasn’t always easy to deal with her, the age differences between the two of them somehow like a massive mountain at the ages of 19 and 14 respectively, but it was enough to drive a small wedge between them every so often. It wasn’t like things were anything like they were when they were both under 12. Becoming teenagers had changed everything. But the rule at home was that Zoe’s anxieties were not discussed during dinner, so Zara didn’t dare to ask what was going on. Zoe couldn’t say that she hated the rule and was especially grateful for it that night. At least it meant that she didn’t have to make up an excuse for why she was struggling so much. After dinner, Zoe’s mom cleared her throat, giving Zara a tight smile. “Zara, if you don’t mind, me and your father need to speak to Zoe. We would appreciate it if you went to your room,” she said sweetly, but with a tone that implied there would be no further questions. “And please don’t come back down until we say so, okay?” “Okay,” Zara said, slowly standing up from the table. When she was past her parents, she looked back at Zoe with another look and mouthed, “What did you do?” Zoe only shook her head in response, keeping her head low as her parents stood up and started to make their way to the living room. “Zoe? Come join us out here,” their mother said. “There’s something that we need to talk about.” Zara remained rooted to where she stood for just a moment, a look of silent glee crossing her face as the color drained from Zoe’s face. She didn’t care about the fact that Zoe felt like her lungs had an iron vice crushing them in and that someone was sitting on her chest making it difficult to breathe. All Zoe knew was the time she had been dreading had arrived and hot tears burned at the corners of her eyes. She was not ready. “Zara, go upstairs!” Zoe’s mom shouted, her tone a little sharper. “And Zoe, get over here.” But Zoe couldn’t move. It was as if she had forgotten how to control her brain which was malfunctioning to the point where she couldn’t move any of her limbs. All Zoe could do was focus on the soft hiccups that escaped her lips followed by her coughs as she slowly started to hyperventilate. She was distinctly aware of how she felt her dad’s strong arms wrapping around her, basically carrying her to the couch. As hot tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, Zoe found herself meeting the concerned and comforting gaze of her mother who pulled her in close, rubbing soft circles of her back. It was something that worked well when Zoe was a small child, and it still worked. The combined comfort of her dad’s soft spoken words mixed with the calm, steady heartbeat of her mother and her gentle back rubs slowly calmed her down. First Zoe’s breathing calmed and then, finally, the tears that flooded her eyes eventually stopped. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Zoe’s dad asked, meeting her somewhat more focused gaze over her mother’s shoulder. He studied her face closely, relieved to see that the wild-eyed panic had seemed to have subsided just a bit. “We’re so sorry, Zoe,” her mom continued gently. “If we had known you were this stressed out, we would have called or texted or something. We really appreciate the fact that you reached out to us.” Zoe’s mom gently pulled away, keeping her hands on Zoe’s shoulders to look at her at arm’s length. “But I also have to admit that we were both confused. And we were equally confused by your confusion. This just doesn’t come out of nowhere.” “Yeah, it wasn’t exactly something we expected,” Zoe’s dad added with a slight chuckle in his rich baritone. Suddenly Zoe’s mom shot up, glaring at something at the living room doorway. “Zara, for the love of God, if you’re not back upstairs in five seconds and stay there for the rest of the evening until I say so, so help me, your birthday won’t be for a very long time coming.” Zoe looked up at her mom with wide-eyes, but she shook her head in response. She sighed after a few moments before sitting back down. “Sorry about that, Zoe,” her mom said with a grimace. “I-I don’t want her to know,” Zoe stuttered out, a clear sign that her anxiety was still present and hadn’t gone away. “I understand that,” her dad answered. “And we won’t tell. We promise. But where does this come from, zoe?” “It…it calms me down,” Zoe admitted. “Clear sentences, love,” Zoe’s mom gently reminded her. “What does that mean?” Taking a deep breath, Zoe continued without her persistent stutter. “It all started with a stupid game of Truth or Dare. My dorm had a party just before mid-terms because we were all stressed. We just wanted to do something fun because studying sucked. I didn’t realize how hard classes were going to be, so when I found out there was going to be a party, I took it. There was no drinking, I promise,” Zoe added quickly. “Anyway, everything was fine. We were just playing music but then someone suggested we play Truth or Dare. “I wasn’t even the first person to get the dare, but someone on the floor thought it would be funny to send some of the others samples of diapers since all they asked for was an address and and e-mail, so it was like a prank. We all thought it was funny, and I think just about everyone on the floor received them at some point, some more than others with just a letter in their name changed or something. So, when it came to be Jeremy’s turn to make a dare, he told Adriana to wear one of the diapers. I believe around half of us were wearing them at one point, but then when it came back around to me, Laura told me to use it.” “Did you?” Zoe’s mom interrupted with alarm, eyes growing wide as saucers as Zoe’s face turned bright red. “No!” Zoe said quickly. “Not in front of the others.” “So you did later?” “Not right away,” Zoe admitted, her face growing impossibly more red. “I kept the one from the party and just started putting it on to wear it while in my room. It, uhm…it just made me feel safe because of how snug it felt. It felt like it was holding me together like a hug almost.” Zoe took a deep, shuddering breath. She was still overly anxious by the entire situation even though her parents weren’t reacting nearly as negatively as she feared. “I don’t know why, but they give me a sense of safety and comfort,” Zoe said, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, almost as if she was trying to emphasize the point. “It helps with my anxiety, but it was also stressing me out a lot because it was a secret. I felt like I needed to tell someone, and I didn’t know who to tell.” Zoe’s mom studied her for a brief moment before pulling her into a hug, rocking her gently as she did so. “We appreciate you telling us so much. Can we ask some question, though, love?” she asked, leaning back so that she could look at Zoe. “Uhm, I think so,” Zoe said quietly. “We’re just trying to understand you,” Zoe’s dad said, his tone reassuring. “It’s all a bit new to us and we thought a lot about your letter over the past week. We weren’t sure how we wanted to approach it, but we just didn’t – or don’t, rather – understand what all of this means for you. So, this is us trying to do that now.” “So, let’s start with the simple questions first,” Zoe’s mom interrupted. “How long have you been wearing them?” Zoe had to think a little before answering. “A while,” she admitted. “Almost two months now, I guess.” She grimaced at her parents eyes went wide. “So then you really started wearing them after your mid-terms?” “Yeah.” “Did you ever, uhm…wear them while you were here at home?” “No!” Zoe said quickly, shaking her head vigorously and feeling her face flush. “No, never. I was too scared that you’d find out,” she admitted in a voice barely higher than a whisper. “It’s been eating at me, just always worrying. Especially at school when I didn’t want people to find out there either.” “Oh, honey,” Zoe’s dad said gently. “We were wondering what it was that had you so pent up for weeks now. We were worried, but you’re so far away during the week that we couldn’t really find the time to ask. We thought that maybe it was just stress from your classes, but you never seemed to mention having any issues there.” There were a few more questions that were asked – did anyone else know, did anyone suspect, did she want to tell other people - but Zoe was growing more and more exhausted by the minute. It was normal that her anxiety would make her incredibly tired and the addition of the panic attack tended to wipe her out completely. Tonight was not any different in that respect. Zoe was halfway through explaining that she really felt that her wearing diapers was just something that made her feel comfortable while being not completely in control, but also being able to maintain it when she drifted off with her head resting against her mom’s chest. Between her parents, they managed to lay Zoe down so that she was laying on the couch with her head resting in her mother’s lap and legs and feet across her father’s, just as they had done when she was a lot smaller. They just looked at each other for a moment, still extremely lost by the entire situation, but also starting to understand a little more. “So, Zack, what are we going to do with this?” Amelia, Zoe’s mother, asked. “We’ll support her, of course,” Zack replied with a slight shrug as he gently rubbed Zoe’s legs. “If she is happy wearing diapers then we just let her wear them. It’s not hurting anyone and it’s not like she came home saying that she’s doing cocaine. I just don’t understand what Zoe means about the control thing?” “I think that’s something that we’ll need to figure out,” Amelia sighed as she brushed Zoe’s hair back away from her face. “That and we need to figure out what exactly we tell Zara. But I think I have an idea. The holidays are in a few weeks, so we could put Zo back in diapers and we’ll control it for her, and see how it goes. We keep at it for the holiday, and after that we’ll talk to her about it and see how she feels. Things can change and maybe she’ll feel like she doesn’t like it as much, but we’re starting at square one.” Zack thought about it for a moment before nodding. “I think that’s a good idea,” he answered. “But we’ll talk it through with Zo tomorrow before we decide anything.” He sighed, looking down at Zoe. “For now I think we should at least get her upstairs and in her bed. I don’t think she’ll be too comfortable down here.” With some very careful maneuvering, Zack was able to pull Zoe into his arms and made his way upstairs to put her in her room. Amelia remained where she was on the couch, thinking hard. She hadn’t expected things to change so drastically and so suddenly, but she thought she knew what to do.
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  5. Chapter 1: This is a joke, right? Lisa was wandering around her house frantically, getting ready to leave for work. She couldn't find half of what she needed and was about to miss her bus. Finally finding the all-important house keys, she ran out the door, locking it behind her. She sighed in relief and ran down her driveway to find a small package by her mailbox. "That's odd," Lisa thought, "I haven't ordered anything recently." She deposited the package in her purse and hurried to the bus stop just in time to catch the 12, the only bus that stopped near her work. Once taking her seat on the near-empty bus, she pulled out the box and examined it. Only her address was written on it, so she had no way of knowing where it came from or if it was meant for her. She ripped off the tape to be welcomed by bubble wrap. "This is adorable!" Lisa thought as she unwrapped the rest of the package, she saw a cute bracelet with green marble-like rocks. After putting on the bracelet, Lisa spotted a note in the box. Unfolding it, she began to read it. "To whoever receives this bracelet, I am sorry, I just couldn't take it anymore. This thing has ruined my life. I don't know where it came from but received it one day. After a few days of wearing it, I discovered this thing can grant wishes when you say "I wish.." THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING! I swear it's like a monkey's paw. You won't notice it at first, but if you aren't careful, it'll ruin you over time. You can't take back a wish once it's been made. If you are smart, you won't use it! Good luck and good riddance. Please be smart." Lisa laughed; this had to be a joke, right? The bus screeched to a stop, reminding her why she had been on the bus in the first place. Luckily for her, her workplace was only 2 stops away, so it took no time on the bus, but walking would take forever. She climbed off, thanked the bus driver, and went to the small office building in front of her. It was 5 stories high, which was small compared to the skyscrapers in the nearby area. Unfortunately for Lisa, she works on the fifth floor where an advertising company is located. So when the elevator is down, which happens often, an annoying journey up the stairs is required. Not fun in heels. "Please let them be working, please let them be working, please!" She spoke to herself as she turned the corner to where the elevators were. "Closed due to Maintenance" hung on the doors. "Danmit! I wish the elevator would just work." Suddenly, the door behind her opened as the elevator repair man walked out. "Then you got good timing. I just finished up," He told her. "Wait, are you serious? You have it working again?" Lisa's voice carried a mix of disbelief and relief. The repairman nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yep, just finished up. Good timing on your part." A surge of gratitude washed over Lisa. "Wow, talk about luck. Thank you so much!" "Not a problem," he said, stepping aside to let her enter the elevator. "What floor are you headed to?" "The 5th," Lisa replied, stepping in and pressing the button. "Ah, perfect. You're all set then," he remarked, moving to remove the maintenance sign. Lisa couldn't help but grin. "You've just saved me from a trek up a gazillion stairs in these heels. You're a lifesaver." The repairman chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Glad I could be of service. Have a good one!" "You too! Thanks again," Lisa called as the doors slid shut, leaving her alone in the now-functioning elevator. Once on the 5th floor, Lisa rushed over to her desk; she was late enough as it was and didn't want to run into her manager or stop to chit-chat with a coworker and get busted. Setting her things down and taking her seat, Lisa sighed in relief. "Few, finally made it, and now what do I have going on today? Looks like I have a meeting in an hour in conference room 501." *Gurgle* "Shoot, I didn't have enough time to get breakfast. I wish I had breakfast; otherwise, this will be a long day." *knock* *knocK* "Hey, Lisa. Do you have a minute?" Looking up from her Computer, Lisa saw her coworker Sarah. "Hey, Sarah! what's up?" "I noticed you were running a little behind today, and you look like you could use a pick me up. I have an extra breakfast burrito I made this morning. Would you like it? If you heat it up for like 30 seconds in the microwave, it comes out amazing!" "Oh my god, you are a lifesaver, Sarah! Thank you so much. I had a hectic night last night; I'll tell you more about it at lunch." "Rain check, I'm heading out early today; I've got a doctor's appointment I need to go to, maybe tomorrow?" "I'll get back to you. I got to unbury myself; there's a ton of things I need to catch up on." Sarah's breakfast burrito was amazing and definitely hit the spot. Now being able to focus, Lisa spent her time before her meeting catching up on emails and direct messages and preparing for the meeting. The prep work paid off while in the meeting as she provided solid updates on the status of their latest project, but before returning to work, she had to stop by the bathroom for a pee break. Only to see that three other ladies were waiting for a stall to open up. "Can you believe how long these lines get during peak hours?" Lisa chuckled nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah, tell me about it," replied Sarah, her voice sympathetic. "I swear, I practically live in this line some days." A middle-aged woman in line with them nodded in agreement. "You'd think they'd install more stalls or something with how crowded it gets." Lisa chuckled, feeling discomfort as another wave of urgency hit her. "Yeah, that would be nice. Honestly, I wish I didn't have to pee so often." Sarah chuckled. "Yeah, it's just one of those things we women have to deal with, right?" Lisa nodded, trying to ignore the increasing pressure in her bladder. "Yeah, I suppose so." As they continued to wait, Lisa's discomfort grew. She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to distract herself from the urge to pee. But the pressure was becoming unbearable. "Come on, come on," Lisa muttered, hoping desperately for a stall to open up soon. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, one of the stalls became available. Lisa practically dashed inside, grateful for the relief it offered. The discomfort from her full bladder now a distant memory. She resumes her work with renewed focus, navigating the rest of the day's tasks without significant hiccups. As evening approached, Lisa gathered her belongings, ready to return home on the bus during the peak transit hours. She joined the bustling crowd at the bus stop, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of dinner and relaxation after a long day at work. The bus arrived, and she could already see from the outside that it was pretty full. Upon getting inside, she saw her suspicion was correct: no seats left, and she'd have to stand. As Lisa stood in the crowded bus, she felt a sudden, urgent need to pee. Panic surged as she glanced down at her new pair of pants, desperately not wanting to ruin them. The pressure in her bladder was unbearable, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. Without thinking, she frantically whispered, "I wish I had some way to protect my pants." Instantly, she felt a strange sensation over her, followed by a wave of relief as she felt herself peeing. But to her shock, her pants remained completely dry. At the same time, her crotch started to feel warm. Lisa's eyes widened in disbelief as she was peeing herself. She glanced around nervously, hoping no one had noticed her moment of weakness. But as she looked at her fellow passengers, she saw that they were all engrossed in their conversations or staring blankly out the window, oblivious to her predicament. Feeling both relieved and bewildered, Lisa cautiously reached down to touch her pants, half-expecting to find them soaked despite the lack of any wet sensation. But to her amazement, they were completely dry, as if nothing had happened. However, she noticed that her underwear seemed like they swelled up, absorbing the pee, as she could still feel the warmth, and even a bit of weight was now weighing them down. "What the heck is protecting my pants?"
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    Seems Daddy's occupying the bathroom while Lad needs to pee. Badly. Fortunately he's wearing his own potty. This video is completely staged and was accomplished using a rapid desperation method. It's my first attempt at producing this type of content and for what it is I hope someone enjoys it.
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  7. I Need to Go (A Staged Wetting) View File Seems Daddy's occupying the bathroom while Lad needs to pee. Badly. Fortunately he's wearing his own potty. This video is completely staged and was accomplished using a rapid desperation method. It's my first attempt at producing this type of content and for what it is I hope someone enjoys it. Submitter Spoiled Lad Submitted 05/13/2024 Category Male  
  8. Sitting quietly in the stands, with a cruel look on her otherwise pretty face, Jennifer was staring intensely at the new girl as she walked about the gym floor, unaware that she was being watched. As cheerleading captain, Jennifer was always accompanied by her two loyal subject Stephanie and Madison, who blindly shared Jennifer’s opinion about this new girl being a total bitch. That problem was that the new girls happened to share several classes with Jennifer’s boyfriend, who seemed to fancy the new girl quite a bit and would flirt quite obvious whenever they were together. Jennifer had even caught him flirting with her over messenger, but instead of calling her boyfriend out, Jennifer would blame the new girl instead. Having transferred from another school, Lilly was the new girl in class and was still trying to find her place among the other students. She was pretty but shy and a bit nerdy. She would always carry a reusable water bottle and made an effort to stay properly hydrated throughout the day. Of cause, drinking large amounts of water will have an effect on your bladder and Jennifer had noticed that Lilly would visit the ladies’ room whenever she got the chance. Sharing a few classes, Madison had also noticed to double lessons would almost always put Lilly’s bladder to the test as she would spend the last 20-30 minutes, tapping her foot on the floor, fidgeting in her chair and sometimes even holding her crotch as she desperately waiting to the class to be over. With this information, Jennifer knew exactly how she would get her revenge. Having gathered the entire cheerleading squad, Jennifer informed her loyal soldiers about her devious plan and the following day the plan was put into action. As the first period began, Lilly seemed calm and collected, paying attention to the lecture and occasionally sipping water but as the bell rang, Lilly got up and headed straight to the ladies’ room only to find all stall being occupied and a few cheerleaders waiting in line. Surprised and a slightly annoyed, Lilly had no other choice but to queue up behind the other girls and wait her turn, but as the bell rang again, the line hadn’t moved and Lilly was forced to go to class without relieving herself. About 45 minutes into the second period, Lilly could feel the pressure building on her bladder, however being a double period it would be awhile before she would get a chance to pee. As time passed the pressure kept building and Lilly began tapping her foot impatiently as the tried to ignore the urge and focus on her class. The girls knew that sign, Lilly was getting desperate to pee and when the bell finally rang, she jumped out of her chair and rushed towards for the ladies’ room only to find all stalls to be occupied… Again! Once again she was forced to wait in line and once again the bell rang without her getting to use the toilet. Frustrated and desperate she was tempted to keep waiting but she knew at coming to class late would get her trouble and she reluctantly went back to class. Although this was a single period, her urge to pee was already unbearable. Crossing her legs anxiously and shifting around in her seat, the other girls giggled at her misery, well knowing that she was about to burst. As her desperation grew, the shy girl gathered the courage to raise her hand and ask the teacher if she could use the restroom. But her request was swiftly and firmly denied, much to the cheerleaders’ amusement. At this point Lilly couldn’t sit still. With one had she firmly held her crotch while she wrote with the other. Crossing her legs, tapping her foot and holding her crotch, Lilly wasn’t sure she was going to make it but after an eternity of waiting the bell finally rang. Like a rocket taking off, Lilly leapt from her chair and rushed towards the ladies’ room, stilling holding her crotch as she desperately tried not to pee her pants. Rushing down the hall, her patch was suddenly blocked by Jennifer and a handful of cheerleaders. Shocked and desperate she tried to push through, but the girls pushed back… “Hi Lilly... You look a bit… Desperate?” She tried to push through again, this time with force, but the cheerleaders pushed her back. “Please let me through… I really have to pee!” Her bladder ached feeling like it was about to burst. Holding her crotch with both hands, Lilly looked at her with begging eyes. “Please… I really… Fuck!” Lilly’s eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car. Losing control for a second, a large squirt of pee escaped her overburdened bladder and leaked out into her panties. Struck by panic, Lilly tried to push her way past the obstructing cheerleaders but once again she was pushed back. She felt another squirt of pee escape her bladder but this time she was unable to regain control. Clenching her entire body, Lilly held her breath as she desperately tried to regain control but a small stream of pee was continuously leaking from her exhausted bladder… “No, no, no, no, no!..” With tears in her eyes, Lilly realized that she was fighting a lost battle and after a few seconds of panic she was forced go give up trying as a strong steam of pee began flooding her panties. A warm and wet sensation quickly spread around her crotch and down the inside of her thighs as the warm urine soaked through her tight blue jeans. Realizing that Lilly was finally pissing herself, the cheerleaders all burst out in laughter. Defeated and humiliated, Lilly fell to her knees, covering her face in shames as tears started running down her face, as she heard the sounds of everyone around her laughing, cheering and taking pictures. As the laughter wore off, Lilly was finally done peeing. Her panties and jeans were completely drenched in pee and a huge yellow puddle had formed around her knees.
  9. This is my last new series for a while, and unlike my other works, it is an anthology series. This means that none of the characters have to come back, and each chapter can be unrelated to the last. Completely open to viewer support, this also gives you, the reader, the chance to ask for a scenario and potentially have it featured! All characters must be over 18. Feel free to DM or comment with said ask. As always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated The Student-Teacher Bond Late-spring mornings can be deceptive. They start out cool and misty, then heat up with the sun. It made the afternoon unbearable, and summer vacation essential. Just as essential was preparation for a hot classroom. A cold, iced morning coffee and a thermos full of ice water was the perfect solution. After nearly a decade of teaching, nothing surprised Elizabeth Oliver anymore, especially not the lack of air conditioning at Howe Highschool. What did take her this morning was the appearance of Barbara Stern in the teacher’s lounge. “Barbra? Tired of retirement already?” The old teacher laughed “Just about. They have me subbing today.” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. She wasn’t aware of anyone taking the day off. “For who?” “You.” This took Elizabeth by surprise, which she quickly dissipated with the realization of what it was. “Don’t tell me they picked me to proctor?” Barbra nodded, Elizabeth groaned. She paused “Well, at least it’s you. We’ve got a test next week, you’ve got the lesson plan?” Barbra gave the much younger teacher a look. One of a quiet knowing “Right. Like I said. I’m glad its you.” Elizabeth took a long drink from her thermos. “My advise Beth? As someone who’s had to proctor these state exams, they don’t let you out either. Make sure you refill that before you go in.” “Wasn’t you who had that student pass out from dehydration, was it?” “No, but I nearly did. Make sure your students have plenty too.” Elizabeth nodded. It was going to be a quiet morning. ############################# Megan knew her mother would kill her if she caught her buying energy drinks. But it was Megan’s own money, and she was 18 now, so it was her choice. She knew it’d be hot in that room, so two ice cold ones would do. The trip up to Howe Highschool was a short one. Despite the morning school traffic, the gas station from which she made her purchase was only a short drive away. It made her feel like an adult, to park the car and get herself situated. Independent and free. Quickly hopping out of the car, she called to her friend Emily before they entered the building. “Hey short-stuff! Wait up!” The small girl in spandex turned around, smiling but blushing “Don’t call me that!” “What? Afraid Mike ‘ll hear?” “Yes! Your mom let you take the car?” The building was already hotter than the outdoors. Both could feel it as they crossed through the double doors. “Yeah. I might leave after the test.” “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’ve got the make-up for the C.A.N.T, right?” The two stopped in the hallway, Emily put her bag into her locker and grabbed her books for her first class “Why do you think I have these?” Megan held up her energy drinks “Don’t let coach see you with those! She’ll make you drink extra water!” “I know. Been having water since I got up. I’m seriously peeing like every five minutes!” “Speaking of which, I’m going before cla-“ The bell rang, breaking their conversation. Emily continued “Guess I’ll be late. You’ve got to head out, They lock you out of those, and I heard you’ve got Ms. Oliver!” Megan groaned, she could already feel her bladder reacting to her recently finished water bottle. She followed Emily to the bathroom but passed by “Gonna have to be quick, you know she’s a stickler for rules!” Emily replied, but Megan was walking too quickly to hear it as she made her way to her state test. As she opened the heavy door, Megan was surprised to be the only student there. Ms. Oliver sat at a steel desk facing the doorway. Megan picked a seat somewhat near her, a few rows back. “Were we expecting a full class?” She asked “You and five others.” Ms. Oliver spoke curtly Megan nodded. “If it’s ok with you, may I use the bathroom real quick?” “No. Doors lock in two” “It’ll be quick-“ “You’ve already wasted a minute talking.” Ms. Oliver cut her off and ended the conversation. Megan was sure she’d be ok, but she’d feel better if she was allowed to go. The two sat silent for a moment. Ms. Oliver sipped from her thermos and Megan from her energy drink. Standing, Ms. Oliver grabbed a sheet of paper from her desk and walked over to the door, locking it. Walking back to the front of the classroom, she began to read from the paper, speaking in an authoritative tone. “I’ve now locked the door, The test will begin shortly. There will be no phone or mobile device use, nor is any student permitted to leave the testing are without forfeiting their work…” As Ms. Oliver read on, Megan tiled her energy drink towards herself and gulped down a large quantity to prepare herself. It would be a long test. ########################## Megan looked at the clock. Nearly a half an hour had passed. The heat of the room was starting to get to her. She had already finished one drink and was working on another. She felt warm, and the can was covered in moisture and sweat. She looked at Ms. Oliver. Her teacher was finishing her thermos, taking a large enough sip that it clinked off of her thin glasses. She looked at Megan. “Eyes on your test.” Megan raised her hand quickly “Can you open the window? It’s a little warm.” With this request, Ms. Oliver complied. Both teacher and student had downed a considerable amount of fluid and each was just hoping they felt warm from the heat of the room. Megan looked back at her test. 57 down, 200 to go…it was going to be a long test. Megan checked the clock. Feeling the first hint of her filled bladder. She looked at her now empty energy drink. She could feel its effects as she started to jitter from the caffeine. She tapped her pencil on the desk, the yellow utensil clacking off of the plastic desk. As her water and energy drink continued to push into her bladder, Megan countered sightly using her womanly muscles. A dull ache, it remained as she pressed on through her next set of questions. The room was still hot. Against her better judgement, she took another sip from her other energy drink. The can was coated with moisture, and the liquid did little to cool her body. A silence came back over the room as Megan returned to her work. Another question in and the quiet was broken by Ms. Oliver, who suddenly stood. Megan looked up, watching her proctor straighten her red blouse and press her black pencil skirt. She walked over to Megan, her heels knocking against the linoleum floor. She stood by the student, looking over her test. Megan found it hard to continue to work with the added supervision, and her mind wandered back to her bladder. A constant heavy feeling had settled in her abdomen, and Megan wondered if her tight, dark, jeans were too tight. A finger made its way across the desk and pointed at her test. Ms. Oliver gave her a complement “Nice job on this one. You’ll get there. Stay focused.” It was slightly out of the ordinary for Ms. Oliver, but Megan took the complement. She looked at her teacher, her eyes at thigh level, noticing Ms. Oliver’s pantyhose-clad legs shaking slightly. Megan looked up, Ms. Oliver smiled, blushing from embarrassment and walked back to her desk. Megan worked, but each question was seemingly taking longer. The heat of the room didn’t help. She wanted to drink, but couldn’t. The chair was uncomfortable. She dug her knuckles into her back to ease her muscles, but as she pressed into her back it was as though she had pushed her water forward. She cringed and shot her body forward. Rubbing her thighs together in an odd attempt to repel her advancing urine. Ms. Oliver looked over at the noise. Megan gave a look of an apology. Ms. Oliver looked at the mounted clock on the wall. “You have two hours remaining.” Megan looked back at the questions she had filled in. She could finish on time, she knew that. But she was slowing down. Her bladder weighed her mind down as well as her body. Like running underwater, Megan slowly felt her mind unable to press through her growing need. She peered at Ms. Oliver, her teacher was as stiff as a statue, Megan could hear her breathing. “Finish your test.” Ms. Oliver could feel Megan’s eyes looking at her “May I please go to the bathroom?” It was worth it to ask “Are you forfeiting your test?” “No…” “Then you may not. We can make it.” We? Megan reviewed her test. Nearly at question one hundred. Nearly halfway. The only problem was her bladder, which was filled entirely. Tap. Tap. Tap. Megan bounced her pencil off of the desk. Anything to keep her mind off of her pain. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. She felt hot, sticky, sweaty. The open window did nothing to help. She leaned forward, her white shirt was damp from absorbing her body heat. She adjusted in her chair, moving forward. Balling her hand into a fist and pressing it into her thigh, Megan hoped the new sensation would distract her from the tightness of her full bladder. It did not. She could feel the heat from her genitals as she dug harder into her thigh. She at the clock again. The rhythmic ticking soothing her somewhat. Ms. Oliver stood sharply. Stiffly, she preened her outfit. Megan observed as she walked towards the clock, her legs crossing with each slow step. She stood, staring at the clock as it continued to tick. Not realizing that Megan was watching, she dug her hand into her crotch, bunching her black pencil skirt into her crotch and bent forward. “A-are y…you ok?” Megan asked “F-f-fine.” Ms. Oliver pointed, blushing “Test.” Megan nodded and put her head back down. She still saw Ms. Oliver out of the corner of her eye. Her proctor paced, her heels making a racket as she paced. Megan looked up again, watching as Ms. Oliver grabbed at the hiem of her skirt. “Stop looking at me! I-I’ll forfeit you if you do that again!” She barked at Megan Megan smacked her dry lips. The room was hot, she was sweaty and dehydrated. Yet couldn’t drink. While answering a question on Macbeth, Megan felt a rush of hot liquid run towards her opening. She clenched, tighter than before. Still dry. Moments later, another wave of desperation came over her, this one stronger than before. She felt a hot, burning sensation as she fought hard to counter the strong urge to pee. She dug her hand in harder, wincing as she put some pressure on her swollen abdomen. Megan looked. Her bladder was protruding from her shirt, her jeans digging in. She rubbed it. Another wave. First a warm sensation that covered her body, then a cool one. Time stood still. She swallowed. Another question. Having lost track of time, Megan’s mind could only concentrate on one thing and that was not releasing her pee. Of all the times she had been desperate in her life, she couldn’t think of one that was worse. It hurt. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. I really have to pee. The same two phrases dominated Megan’s mind. She hadn’t answered a question in sometime. She just wanted to hold it. Her concentration was broken by a sudden gasp. She looked at Ms. Oliver Her teacher quickly launched from her desk chair, legs twisted like a vine around each other. Her hands buried deep into her crotch. She shook visibly. She picked up the landline on her desk. Megan heard her whisper “Please come up here and relieve me…” Ms. Oliver hissed into the receiver Whatever the response was, she didn’t like it. Groaning, Ms. Oliver slammed the phone back down. She shook where she stood. Megan tried again, hoping the obvious predicament they were both in would lead her to relief. “Ms. Oliver, I really have to go-“ “Stop! Stop! Stop talking about pee…” “But I did-“ “Finish your test!” As Ms. Oliver spoke, Megan could see a small streak of discoloration maneuver down one of her legs before she quickly sat back down. What made it worse, was the Megan knew she was next. She sat on the heel of her sneaker. Temporary relief. She struggled. Megan rocked on her heel, hand pressed firmly into her crotch. Ms. Oliver stood again. Megan watched her teacher pace around the front of the room again. Starting to feel dizzy. Lightheaded. Megan needed support. The desk. She grabbed it with all her might, her knuckles turning white. Her pencil rolled off her desk. She wanted to grab it. But she couldn’t move. She made one final plea. “Ms. Oliver please! I…I really have to-“ Megan stopped her words. Her mind went blank, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. A loud splatter erupted from where her teacher was standing. A two-pronged stream shot from under her skirt, loudly starting a puddle. Smaller streams and streaks began to splatter and drip from her backside. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all student and teacher could hear was her pent up pee smacking the floor with a splash. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. “A-ahhh! F-n-no!” Ms. Oliver crossed her legs, the main flow of clear urine now spraying down her legs as it slowed. She gripped the front of her skirt and managed to stop it. Bending over her desk, she looked back at Megan. “I-I’m sorry…” Dead silence. Time stood still. The only noise was the sound of Ms. Oliver’s jilted, stunted breathing. Bothe teacher and student shook, their muscles at their limits. Megan couldn’t help but feel a moist sensation in her own panties. She felt. Watching her teacher leak had let some out. She felt better. She closed her eyes, and relaxed a little. Another spirt. It was delightful. Some more. And more. Megan looked down as she opened her eyes. The field hockey captain now had a dark patch on her jeans. She wanted to let it all out. She didn’t care anymore. Her teacher had leaked and now so had she. Her emotions took over. Relief, embarrassment, jubilation. It was too much for her young mind. Megan began to sniffle as she cried. As she felt the tickling sensation escape her labia, she stated a fact though muffled tears “I’m gonna pee my pants…” Again, it wasn’t her that took the spotlight, but her teacher. Clear urine had begun to flow freely from Ms. Oliver, starting a new puddle just a few inches from the last. This time, she had a partner as she whispered. “You’re not the only one…” Megan shook. At this point, she was more or less forcing herself to pee. It hurt too much to hold it, and she wasn’t the only one. But rationalizing it didn’t help as she watched a yellowish puddle expand from her seated thighs. Her jeans were warm, soaked and darkened at the crotch. Her entire lap was covered in a darkened cloud from the storm she was unleashing. The puddle expanded, moving slowly as she released, heading for the edge of her chair. Megan was nowhere near done as she felt it expand off of the sides of her chair. With nowhere else to go, it began to drip and splatter onto the calves of her jeans. They darkened somewhat, though inconsistently as a puddle also formed under her chair. Having caught the majority of her forcible pee, the chair began to leak down the front, and her entire seat dripped as Megan emptied her bladder into her pants. Megan put her head down. She sniffled, unable to keep her emotions in check. As she hugged her head with her hands, she could feel the tears on her cheeks. And odd sensation as her jeans cooled. Through coughs and wails she could only make out the word sorry. The only word she was capable of even conceiving through her sorrow. Megan felt a gentle hand on her back, her breathing was still irregular even as her most dramatic convulsions were subsiding. She heard Ms. Oliver whisper “It’s ok. Megan, its over. I won’t judge you…” Megan looked up at her teacher, their eyes meeting. Ms. Oliver still had her hand on Megan’s shoulder “Finished?” Megan nodded “Here.” Ms. Oliver motioned for her to stand Taken by surprised for the second time that day, Ms. Oliver received a hug from her student, even as she still cried. “Megan, it’s ok. It’s a stupid rule and I’m sorry. It got me too…but I’m going to make it up to you.” Megan removed herself from the embrace and looked at her teacher. “If you let me change in here, and finish your test, I’ll make sure no one ever knows about this. And you can be dismissed for the day.” Megan nodded, still glassy-eyed. Ms. Oliver hiked up her skirt and stepped out of her heels. Megan moved seats as her teacher shimmied out of her pantyhose and panties. Tossing them into one of the desk drawers, Ms. Oliver reassured her pupil. “It’ll be our little secret.” The two smiled as Ms. Oliver pulled her skirt back down. She’d go the rest of the day without panties, discovering the freedom it gave her to forgo them entirely. True to her word, no one ever found out about Megan’s accident. There was a rumor about Ms. Oliver, but as time passed, so did the gossip. This was just another chapter in the secret history of Howe High School.
  10. This story takes place after a long, hot day in the city. My gf had gotten her nails done while we were on our weekend vacation, and they were REALLY LONG! We worried they'd be too long for work, so we went to a nail salon to have them trimmed and reshaped. Naturally, we spent a bit over an hour at the nail salon, and once her nails were finally all done, we hopped in the convertible and drove home. Upon arriving home, she excused herself to use the restroom, and came back excited to watch 2 Broke Girls. However, after a couple hours had passed, the glass of ice water and bottle of Sprite were catching up with her. She hadn't said anything yet, but I'm more than capable of reading her body language. She had to go really badly, and was doing an excellent job of hiding her desperation. Eventually, 2 Broke Girls took a back seat to the hard I'd gotten while kissing, and after slightly lowering my shorts to free Mr. Johnny down there, I began to stroke myself gently while we kissed a lot more. We started kissing very passionately, and she pushed my hand away from Johnny and began stroking him for me. She had a good grip and was stroking at a good speed. She knows exactly how to get me to harden up that extra little bit: that extra special something she has that gets me harder than I've ever been before meeting her, and am unable to achieve when masturbating while home alone. This continued for a few minutes as our bodies warmed, we pulled each other even harder as our moans and kisses began to blur together, and I began to feel the urge to stick Johnny into her cave. I was about to ask her if she wanted to go have sex, but she beat me to the punch when she asked me if I wanted to go upstairs 😉 Of course, I said yes. I began pulling my shorts back up at the same time she stood up from the couch, and I heard the telltale “gotta go bad” quiet moan of desperation that she always tries to hide. Johnny got up the extra little bit, and I stood up to head upstairs with her. Now, with her being overweight and having hip and foot issues, it takes her forever to climb the stairs. When she finally got to the top, my brother had already left his room and started running water for a shower. My relationship brain was like “oh no, she's not gonna be able to wait that long”, but my omo brain was like “I might finally get to see her dance!” However, instead of knocking and asking to use the restroom first or encouraging him to hurry up, she told me she was gonna use one of her things (she doesn't like the word diaper because it's embarrassing to her). At this moment, I realized how desperate she truly was. I ran up the stairs to the bed and started to masturbate under the covers (I like the feeling of the sheet between my hands and Mr Johnny). However, she didn't care about this at all. She hurriedly threw a towel on the floor, and she was so frantic trying to get her diaper on that she almost fell. She barely managed to assemble the words “I'm just putting this here in case it overflows”. God I was SO TURNED ON! I closed my eyes and turned away as she squatted over the towel, but I could still hear her golden jet leaving her as her diaper expanded. She peed so hard, she managed to get everything out in like twenty seconds max! I have no idea how her diaper didn't overflow. Then she stood up, checked for any overflow down her legs, didn't find any, and threw her diaper out. I'd like to say we had sex after that, but she ended up nervous and disgusted and threw up in her mouth a little (her stomach usually hates her), so we just chilled. You know, we kissed every now and then, exchanged hugs, crossed our legs over each other, you know the drill, nothing vigorous. Later that night, sheer curiosity led to the discovery of a new sex position, and I have to say IT'S AMAZING! She laid on her back on the bed before raising her legs and opening them wide. I then kneeled down, spread my legs just a bit, and let my knees sink into the mattress. Once I put it in and started gentle thrusts while my face was above hers, I sat straight up and began thrusting. Then I had a light bulb go off in my head. I leaned forward just a bit, placed my hands on her tits, and squeezed and moved them around and we both let out moans we've never heard before! It was getting really hard for me to hold back my massive load, which was a bummer, as I'd been holding my bladder for hours and was very desperate, but usually can't hold it once I unleash my white flood. After a moment, I simply told her “I can't hold it”, which is what I usually say when I can no longer contain my semen and am about to produce. Oh boy did I produce! There were several lengthy pumps of viscous white baby making syrup! We cuddled for quite awhile after that, but eventually, I had to use the restroom to relieve myself and to clear any old semen from Mr Johnny, and then I got her a nice tall glass of ice water to refill her Circul bottle.
  11. knocknocknock "Amelia, come on! We were supposed to meet Jamie and Sage like 15 minutes ago! I can only stall them for so long, you know!" Lila yelled at me while she pounded on our bathroom door. "Just a second, I have to pee!" I yelled back. "These damn fishnets aren't very easy to pull down! "Oh my god, Amelia, you can wait until we get to the restaurant! I'm leaving without you if you're not opening the door in the next five seconds!" Lila retorted. "And before you ask what your excuse for immediately using the bathroom is gonna be, I already texted Sage and told them we're stuck in traffic!" "Ughhhh" I sighed as I moved my fishnets back into place, which didn't take long since I was barely able to get them down in the first place. I quickly pulled down the bottom of my dress before attempting to run out to the car. My outfit choice made that a little difficult, though. I had chosen to wear a tight black mini dress with fishnets and some tall black platform boots against my better judgement so I could match Lila, who was wearing the same outfit but in red and with more jewelry. I finally made my way to the garage and hopped in the car that Lila had already started and had in drive. "You were actually gonna lea- WHOA!" I yelled as she sped out of the garage while I was still buckling up. "I told you I would, I wasn't playing!" Lila exclaimed. "We never figured out which of us is gonna be the designated driver. Do you wanna drink or drive? I'm fine either way." OPTIONS: 1. Amelia gets to drink. This would likely mean a fuller bladder faster and put her in no position to drive home if she wets herself. 2. Amelia drives. This would likely mean a slower build-up and longer story. She could drive home if she wets herself or gets into a dangerous situation, but she might have trouble getting a drunk Lila to agree to leave.
  12. Pee overwhelms her pad and she soaks her jeans too. 11056409.mp4
  13. It's the weekend, so I'm staying up late, my husband, however, is working in the morning. He went to bed about 2 hours ago and I've been fine holdingwise, until about 30 minutes ago. I felt the intense urge to pee, I have had a lot of coffee, and continued to hold it for a while. Our bathroom is in our bedroom, and since my husband is asleep, I didn't want to go use the toilet. I also didn't want to make a mess...as much as I love wetting myself, I just didn't feel like having to clean up after. Instead, I grabbed a red solo cup and squatted in front of my couch and let go. Somehow, I got all my pee in the cup, but I forgot to pull my panties out of the way so minor casualty. I filled about 3/4 of the cup and felt so much better. I decided to hold the rest so if I need to pee again, I'll just use the cup again, since it was kinda fun. 😊
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    Random blue hair girl with shorts was on her bed. I don’t know her name so I am calling Becky… Becky got up eventually feeling her bladder ready to go. She got up to use the toilet as she got to the door. Noticing that the door was locked Becky had to hold her pee in and figure out how to get inside without peeing herself. Of course she would just stay there 😂 instead of using another toilet 🚽. Becky manages to jiggle the doorknob and it opens up. Thank goodness she made it but her short jeans became a problem because she couldn’t undo them or strip. Becky decided to hold it until her jeans were unstuck. Of course time is making the bladder ready and she starts peeing herself, might as well just face the facts lol. Becky afterwards strip everything and goes to take a shower nude.
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  15. I was at a concert tonight and unintentionally did a hold that turned intentional. I had a Red Bull a few hours before the show. I kind of had to go once I got to the venue but decided it wasn’t bad enough to worry about yet. I got my drink, found a good spot to stand, and enjoyed the opening bands. After finishing half my drink and standing around for long enough, I started to get desperate. I didn’t wanna give up my spot so I just tried to hold it while drinking my drink slowly. I was subtly shifting around a lot but focusing on the music. Eventually I finished my drink and waited around a bit more. Once the last opening band before the headliner finished their set, I ran off to the bathroom. Of course I had to wait in line and was dying to go. The woman behind me in line was trying to make small talk and I couldn’t focus on what she was saying. Finally I got in a stall and almost wet myself taking off my hoodie tied around my waist and undoing my belt. I peed for at least 30 seconds. I got a cup of water and went back to the show. During the headliner, I felt like I had to go again (broke the seal) but decided to wait until I got home since it would be a pain to try to go when everyone was leaving the venue after the show. I got home 40 minutes ago and decided to do a for fun hold. I showered off when I got home and the effects of the hot water were hard to ignore. I’m going to see how long I can wait and maybe have some solo fun time 😈.
  16. Could anyone be able to retrieve DLSL-447 and DLSL-530? I have been waiting for Jade net's credit card issue to be sorted but it still lets me down.. 😞
  17. From the album: Omofan's Edits

    Juniper Lee made the mistake of drinking too much and forgeting to use the toilet before going to sleep, so in the next morning she wakes up with a very full bladder. She gets out of bed and rushes to the bathroom only to find it already being occupied. Now she'll be stuck waiting to relieve herself for who knows how long.
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    Support the developers here. The character is NOT a female. This is a Voice / ASMR work. First folder - llustrations Second - Epilogue (1:40) Third - Free talk of the seiyuu (5:17) Fourth - Script Fifth - Main story with or without sfx (20:06)
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  19. Hi there! I once again took some time to write and draw a new story for you all. The artstyle is a bit different from my previous stories because I wanted to try something new. I'm not particularly happy with how it looks, so if any of you have tips on how I could improve the art I'd apreciate it a lot. For now enjoy the first part of the story and let me know what you think 🙂 ------- “Bye Mommy!”, chanted Ian (7) and Olive (4) as their mother, Elisabeth, or Liza as everyone called her, left the house dressed in a fancy red dress to spend the night out with friends. Liza blew them a goodbye kiss and wished Sandy, the children’s babysitter good luck for the night. “Don’t be afraid to call me if there’s a problem, ok?”, she told the the young woman. Sandy nodded and with a smile the mother left the house. Sandy was a little nervous since it was only the second time watching over Ian and Olive. She still needed time to get to know the kids, and vice versa. There was some awkward interactions at first between the three but as soon as the kids began to feel a little more comfortable around Sandy things started to get easier. Olive and Ian were definetly more open and talkative than a month before, when they first glanced at Sandy’s bright blue eyes. She was a sweet girl, diligent, always praised for her kindness by the children’s parents and much loved by the children themselves. Babysitting was something Sandy picked up during the summer holidays after her second year of high school, from which she finally graduated four months ago. Now her plan was to keep doing this as a part time job for as long as she figured out what to do with her future. “I’d like to become a journalist”, she told Ian while they were at the table drinking a glass of milk together. Of course she then had to explain them what journalists were and what they were doing. No sign of enthusiasm was to be found in the children’s faces during her description. Ian and Olive were still in the “I’d like to become a pilot when I grow up”-phase. Right before the clock struck 8pm the fun moved from the table to the floor. Sandy promised the siblings to play games with them so that she could keep another promise she made to Liza which was to not make them watch TV at night. So there they were, sitting on the big white living room carpet playing with legos. They had a huge plastic box filled with various bricks and pieces of any shape and size. Inside of it Ian carefully took out something that looked like a work in progress. “What is this going to be?”, asked Sandy always curious. “It’s a truck. I’ve been building it for four days now and I want to finish it soon!” The babysitter could tell how passionate the boy was about his up and coming creation, he immediately continued building the toy vehicle as if he already had the finished piece in his head. Olive on the other hand had no ongoing projects up her sleeve, she just looked at Sandy and asked: “Would you help me build a church?” “Of course!”, Sandy replied and both started working. The girls however didn’t come far as production had to stop because Olive needed to go to the toilet. “I could need bathroom break aswell”, Sandy thought, but there was no hurry. She would go as soon as her and Olive’s little architectural masterpiece would reach its completion. In the meantime her eyes glanced over Ian piecing his construction together with care. “This looks very nice!”, she said. The boy smiled. “Sandyyy!”, Olive’s voice entered the living room from the outside “can you come help me botton up my pants?” Sandy stood up and went to check on the girl. The bathroom was one of those fancy ones, nice and big, bright and clean. Peeing there was more of an experience rather than just as simple in and out trip, and speaking of which, since Sandy now found herself there she had the chance to use the bowl and quickly get rid of the rising bladder pressure that was pressing against her belly. Olive however seemed to have other plans. As the buttoning up job was done she grabbed the young woman by the hand and dragged her back into the living room. Not giving Sandy any time to truly consider emptying her bladder first. “Alright, later then”, she sighed silently. By now the floor had transformed into a minefield of lego bricks. Carefully the girls tried to avoid each of them, but as it often happens, a swift moment of brief distraction caused Sandy’s foot to step on one of the pieces, a rather pointy one aswell. “Ouch!”, she yelled. Surprised by this unpleasant sting she lifted her foot but lost balance while doing so. Sandy’s weight pulled her backwards and during her attempt to regain stability she unavoidedly tripped over Ian’s precious almost-truck and pretty much destroyed it completely. The boy let out a cry of despair! “Oh no, Ian, I’m so sorry!” The embarassment of her clumsy action made Sandy’s cheeks turn red and in shock she looked at the destruction she had just created. “Why don’t you look where you’re going?!” Ian was getting angrier and tears of disappointment were begining to make his eyes sparkle under the warm ceiling lights. “I’m sorry, Ian. I slipped!” “I hate you!” In rage the boy stormed out of the room and proceeded to go lock himself into the bathroom. Sandy ran after him and tried to calm him down while talking to the boy through the closed door. “Ian, please come out. I’l help you build a new one - an even better one!” “I don’t want you to help me!”, he whined. “Can you at least come out and then we talk about it?” “NO!” He was furious, therefore Sandy decided to leave him alone for now to calm his mood. Plagued by feelings of guilt she let herself fall onto the sofa and waited. “He does this all the time”, said Olive “When he’s angry he locks himself in the bathroom and doesn’t come out.” “How long does he stay there?” “Sometimes very long, when he’s very angry!” Sandy sighed and just like that she began to regret not using the toilet when there was still a chance to. “This is going to be fun”, the babysitter thought sarcastically as her growing need was slowly becoming uncomfortable. “Do you want to continue building the church?”, Olive asked politely. Sandy nodded and sat back down on the floor. Both girls quickly dove into their work and forgot about time and eventually about Ian aswell. As the little lego structure with it’s walls and towers was done it was time for Sandy and Olive to snap back into reality. Almost an hour had passed since the unfortunate accident and Ian didn’t show any signs of wanting to get out, in fact he didn’t show any signs at all. Sandy stood up to go talk to him once more … and to be sure he was still alive. Standing on both legs again made the weight of her bladder suddenly fall on her crotch. “Oh my…”, she complained. Olive heard this and curiously asked: “What?” Sandy answered: “Nothing, just my knees - they hurt a little.” At the end of this sentence she walked over to the bathroom and knocked at the door: “Ian?” “Go away!" The boy was still upset. “Don’t you want to at least come out? We could watch TV.” She was trying her best to convince him out of the room as quickly as possible but the child was stubborn. On the other side of the door Sandy began to press her thighs together. Pretending everything was fine she went back to Olive who now seemed to be bored with the legos. “Come on, Olive, let’s clean this mess up.” The girl obeyed and both began to put the bricks back into the box. The constant movement wasn’t helping Sandy’s pee problem. She caught herself wiggling her butt back and forth multiple times but as long as Olive didn’t notice it was all good. She was to embarassed to confess her problem to either of the siblings. After all was nice and clean Sandy tried once again to bring the boy out of the bathroom but as expected the door remained locked. Frustration was taking over the babysitter’s mood making her pick up the phone to call Liza. “Are you calling mom?” Olive asked curious. Sandy nodded as a malicious smile appeared on the little girl’s face, always a nice feeling knowing your sibling’s about to get in trouble. The phonecall took place in the kitchen. Sandy was standing with her torso leaned over the table supported by both elbows. Her legs were crossed while Olive, who sat across from her, was patiently waiting for her mother to pick up the phone - and she did. “Hi Liza, sorry to bother you!” “No worries, Sandy. Is everything ok?” Sandy began to explain the situation, feeling ashamed of her actions. Liza however took it well and just said: “It’s OK, dear, don’t dwell on it to much, it happens. And also don’t worry about Ian. He does this once or twice a month, he will come out eventually. Just relax and be patient.” “Oh … ok, I - I will be patient then”, the babysitter replied followed by a nervous giggle. “You don’t need to use the bathroom do you?”, Liza suddenly asked. Scared by this question, Sandy immediately denied it as her bladder muscles were pressing harder. “Not even, Olive?” The girl who heard her mom’s voice mumbling over the phone shook her head and Sandy verbally repeated the answer to Liza. “Well, then there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be home around 11, I’ll see you there!” The phonecall came to an end shortly after without recieving a solution Sandy was desperately hoping for. To be continued ...
  20. View File 🩳👙💦 Clips4Sale Model Wetting Her Shorts & Panties (Showering Afterwards Nude) 💦🚽 Random blue hair girl with shorts was on her bed. I don’t know her name so I am calling Becky… Becky got up eventually feeling her bladder ready to go. She got up to use the toilet as she got to the door. Noticing that the door was locked Becky had to hold her pee in and figure out how to get inside without peeing herself. Of course she would just stay there 😂 instead of using another toilet 🚽. Becky manages to jiggle the doorknob and it opens up. Thank goodness she made it but her short jeans became a problem because she couldn’t undo them or strip. Becky decided to hold it until her jeans were unstuck. Of course time is making the bladder ready and she starts peeing herself, might as well just face the facts lol. Becky afterwards strip everything and goes to take a shower nude. Submitter P Pee Submitted 04/28/2024 Category Female  
  21. Hello, I've been looking for a video that caught my attention for 4 months. This is a Japanese girl desperately waiting to go to the bathroom. At first I found the video on Thisvid but unfortunately it is not complete or it is not as I remember it. Fortunately I found the same video but the end is cut. Here is the link and an image I found on Google Lens. If you have any information please comment https://thisvid.com/videos/pee-desperation-in-restaurant2/
  22. I recently started a new job traveling around the state to deliver documents for a title company. It's not a bad job and I get paid well. Last week I was running late and was tired and had a long 2 hour drive ahead of me so I stopped quickly for gas and something to eat. I decided I needed a big coffee to be alert and I also got my favorite Arizona iced tea. I got into the trip with a great podcast and everything was going great. Around an hour into the drive I started to receive warning signs from my bladder but knew that soon there was an exit to a gas station I usually stopped at. As the minutes passed it began to get uncomfortable and I sat up straight and squeezed my.legs to make sure I made it. I saw the sign to pull off but as I approached, the exit was coned off and shut down. A portable sign read (Next exit 14 miles). Panic set in an I clenched ally Kegan muscles realizing it was going to be a possible problem. I was now about 30 minutes from my exit for delivery but I knew I needed to stop asap. Just then a call came in checking status for the document I had as it was needed right away...the pressure from work added to the desperate situation that was growing. Panic amd anxiety pushed me almost to tears fearing thr worst. By now the emergency signals were radiating from my bladder. I looked frantically on my.phone for services at the next exit. There was a small park and ride with no facilities and 2 miles further was a strip mall with dollar tree, and a diner. I decided the diner would be my best chance and mustered all my control to make it. As I neared the exit the pulsating waves of alarm became almost dizzying. I turned off and as i hit a red light I bounced in my seat holding myself. I looked over to see a family stating at my display of absolute frantic desperation. Leaned foreward darting eyes from the road to my pants to make sure I was dry. Finally I saw the strip mall and sped up, oh God made it I said through clenched teeth. I don't think I even hit the brake as I pulled into the first spot at the diner. And slammed the car in park. I darted from the car half bent over rushing and holding myself, what a scene I was making. I hit the front door and it flew open slamming the wall. I was stopped my the hostess and I had to use all.my strength to stop and gasp bouncing from foot to foot and ask for the restroom. I felt my hand get warm and i gasped again using every ounce of control i had to stop the leak. Seeing the situation the hostess promptly directed me and I was off. My Head down in sheer determination and desperation. I rounded the corner of the hallway that said restrooms and pushed up thinking I would enter the women's door and it was locked. I gained composure for about 3 seconds and as I heard a flush my body rejected my efforts and for a moment I wasn't in control anymore. it was as if time stood still. I knocked urgently and then it happened every muscle spammed and my body was involuntarily directed to evacuate my bladder. I moaned in pain as My crotch erupted with heat spreading rapidly back and up my jeans as my panties filled with piss before it could even absorb. The door opened and I stumbled past the lady exiting, who gave my pants a glare, by now feeling the warmth rush across the back of my legs and down past my knees. I codnt even lock the door as I fumbled with my button and zipper. Before I evenanaged that the warmth wrapped around my ankles and I felt.my boots begin filling with hot pee. I sat down without managing to remove my pants and finally let go. The relief as I finally relaxed was interuppted when the door swung open and a family waiting for the restrooms caught a look at this absolute disaster. After the flood was over immediately panic set in as I looked down and saw the worst pee accident I could have ever imagined. I stood up and began to try and paper towel my pants. It wasn't working.. the reality set in and the sound of dozens of people in the diner got louder and louder. Someone knocked on the door.. my face was flush red and I was frozen. Another knock more aggressive." Occupied" I mumbled. Another knock," hello" I heard. "Occupied" I said. Panicking. "Hello! Is someone in there? We have patrons waiting to use the restroom mam" "just a moment" I looked up I to the mirror at myself red in the face and a clear wet patch from the top of.my zipper down the front of my.legs. I shivered at the sight I turned and saw a wet patch that surprisingly made its way up to and across my back pockets and soaked the entire way down the back of both legs. Only a small strip on the sides of both legs remained dry. I slipped jeans down to see my baby blue panties soaked across the entire bum and the front up to the elastic... I cod hear my heart pounding in.my ears as another angry knock broke the sound. Tears filled my eyes as I turned the handle and eyes on the floor walked hastily out of the women's room. I was so distracted I walked past the door and had to turn around. As I looked up I saw the dozens of eyes glaring at my pants. Smirks, and chuckles followed me oit the door. As I made my way to my car I watched a van pull in an saw all eyes glaring. Finally at my car I fumbled around to find something anything to sit on. I heard someone behind me say look look, over there oh gosh that girl peed her pants. I found some grocery bags and sat down and got.out of there as fast as I could. Back on the road I stl had my delivery to.make... knowing the people I was delivering to there was no way I could walk in like this. I made it to the exit and pulled into a Walmart. I could smell coffee and pee and felt humiliated. I was sitting in soaked jeans and had to made a delivery my phone began to ring ND the number was the receiving office surely wondering.my I wasn't there. By now I was an hour late. Another call came in and it was the main office I worked at. I picked up the call. I was told the receiving office was in a meeting and needed the document and wanted to know how long I would be. I told them I got held up on the drive by an "accident" and was almost there. I hung up and called the o ly person I could think of. My mom answered and I broke down. " sobbing i cried Mom I I didn't make it and and I peed my pants, I couldn't make it and I really peed pants...I don't have any other clothes and I I have to go to the west state office right now.. " "oh gosh honey, it's ok, it's ok accidents happen, where are you?" I explained I was at Walmart. She said, ok it's going to be hard but it will be over soon, this happened to me once. Do you have a jacket or sweatshirt? "I don't know" I cried. "OK the accident happened, it's going to be hard but you need to take care of it now. Can you get out and look in your trunk for something?" "I I think so" I looked around fiercely and opened the door the wet fabric clung to my legs as I stood up. I went to the trunk and popped it, there was only an old t-shirt and papers and jumper cables. "Mom there's nothing! There nothing.. I begin sobbing as I plopped back down o to the plastic bags feeling the damp fabric. "Honey your going to have to go in amd buy some new clothes. I. Sorry but it's your only choice...how much time do.you have?. "I need to be there asap they are waiting for.me!!.. oh.my God no..." "It's ok honey it happened to me once and I had to walk in and buy new panties and pants. It's ok.." "I can't mom I just can't,..." Another call came in. And a text. We need an ETA now this is time sensitive!.. The pressure from the office finally pushed me to decide. "OK mom I, I have to go get dry pants." "Your going to be ok, it's not as bugaboo deal as it feels like hun, call me when you get back" "OK thanks.mom" I took one last look at my jeans and just made a move. I got out and felt my soggy jeans cling to my legs as I hastily walked toward the door. I did my best to ignore the snickers and stares. I approached the women's clothing section and being somewhat hidden took a moment to select a pair of jeans that would fit well. Then I moved to the panties isles and found a pack of x-small Hanes bikini panties and turned to the front. I hid behind a rack and waited for an open register. I scurried to the line but as I got there a mom and her kids pulled in behind me. I did my best to ignore them feeling the stares and heard a smallest ask mommy did that girl have an accident.."shhh" I walked directly Into the women's room catching my last stare from a lady as I entered the closest stall. I peeled off my jeans and saw my blue panties were drenched. I pulled them off and opened the pack and slipped on dry panties. I could tell the ladies coming in and out were curious about the heap of wet pants and panties and the pack of new panties on the floor as I tried to hastily get this done. Finally I was adjusted and place my wet clothes in the bag and walked out dry, normal, but still red in the face. I made.my delivery and got home. What an embarrasing adventure...
  23. Sombra's fingers danced across her keyboard, upgrading her cyber tech with a wicked grin on her face. She had done it - her hacking was now universal, capable of infiltrating anything running on technology. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Sombra decided it was time to have some fun. She set her sights on Overwatch, the team she loved to mess with the most. In the dead of night, Sombra stealthily infiltrated the Overwatch base, her cybernetic enhancements helping her move undetected. She reached the main fuse box, her fingers flying over the keys as she tapped into the system. As she hacked into the fuse box, a devious smile played on Sombra's lips. She disabled all the bathroom doors in the base and initiated a complete lockdown - no one would be able to leave or enter for the next 32 hours. Sombra's laughter echoed through the base as she celebrated her successful test of the new upgrade, saying "It works better than I expected!" With a satisfied smirk, she made her way out of the base, already relishing the chaos she will cause. In the morning at the Overwatch base, Angela Ziegler was in her lab, carefully experimenting on her healing staff, making slight adjustments to its capabilities. The soft hum of her equipment filled the room as she focused on her work. Brigitte entered the room tired, her toned body showing from her tank top pajama shirt. Angela couldn't help but tease, "You seem well-rested. Did you have a good sleep in your armored pajamas, Brigitte?" With a hint of sarcasm, Brigitte shot back, "Oh, it was just a dreamy night, Angela. You should try it sometime." Angela grinned, enjoying their playful banter. "Is Hana up yet?" she inquired, curious about their fellow teammate. Shrugging, Brigitte replied, "I'm not sure. She might be in the hangar with her meka." As Angela continued her modifications, Brigitte asked, "Do you need any help with that staff of yours? I could lend a hand, save us some time." Accepting Brigitte's offer, Angela nodded, "That would be great, Brigitte. Thank you." Brigitte smiled, "I'll be right back. Just need to hit the little girls' room first." But as Brigitte pushed on the door to the lab's bathroom, it wouldn't budge. Confusion crossed her face, and she awkwardly crossed her legs, feeling the urge to pee growing stronger. Noticing Brigitte's struggle, Angela inquired, "What's wrong, Brigitte?" Frustration evident in her voice, Brigitte replied, "The door won't open, Angela. It's locked tight." Angela furrowed her brow, puzzled by the locked bathroom door. She got up from her desk and approached the door, attempting to open it with no success. Turning to Brigitte, she suggested, "There are other bathrooms in the base you could try, if you can make it." Brigitte awkwardly made her way to the other bathrooms, and five minutes ticked by before she returned with a worried expression. "All the bathrooms are locked and disabled," she informed Angela. Angela's eyes widened in shock and confusion. "That's not possible," she muttered. Brigitte, bouncing up and down while crossing her legs, said, "I don't want to pee anywhere else. I'll just hold it in." Angela, concerned, replied, "I understand, but that's not healthy. I'll check the main servers to see what's going on." Angela furrowed her brows, her fingers flying across her keyboard as she accessed the main servers. The screen flickered to life, displaying rows of data indicating that everything was functioning normally within the Overwatch base. Confusion clouded Angela's features as she muttered to herself, "There shouldn't be any issues according to this." Brigitte shifted from foot to foot, crossing her legs and bouncing slightly as she struggled to contain her growing discomfort. "Angela, this is getting really bad." Angela turned to Brigitte, her expression mirroring the concern in the younger woman's voice. "It seems like there might be a fault in the system. You'll have to hold it for now, Brigitte. It's not safe, but hopefully, the doors will start working soon." Brigitte took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I'll be fine. I'm used to holding it for a bit. Just hoped this gets fixed quickly." Hana Song sauntered into the lab, her pajama crop top and panties exposed for everyone to see. "Hey, guys, did you notice the bathroom doors are all locked?" she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Angela looked up from her desk. "It seems like there might be a faulty problem with the doors," she said, concern lacing her tone. "Do you need to use the bathroom, Hana?" Hana groaned at the mention of the faulty doors but replied, "Actually, I was planning to take a shower. Guess that'll have to wait." Brigitte chimed in, holding her shorts "Well, lucky you. My bladder's about to burst…" Angela stood up from her desk, beckoning Hana to join them. "Come over here, let's discuss this," she said, her voice firm but comforting. As Hana walked over, Angela continued, "We don't know when the doors will fix themselves. The best we can do for now is to try and limit how much fluid we consume and monitor our bladders to avoid needing to pee." Hana and Brigitte exchanged determined looks, nodding in agreement. They understood the situation and were willing to try and follow Angela’s orders. However, not a single one knew of how bad this day was going to get… A few hours passed since the lockdown began at the Overwatch base. In her room, Hana, in her pajamas, sat cross-legged on her bed, her legs bouncing up and down as she played video games. Desperate to pee, Hana tried every trick she could think of to hold it in. She crossed her legs tightly, squeezed her thighs together, and even held her crotch, trying not to think about the growing pressure in her bladder. As the game intensified, Hana's focus wavered. She started to lose control, the urge to pee becoming almost unbearable. With a deep breath, she finally quit the game and stood up, trying to hold it in while remaining calm. "I would do anything to pee in a toilet right now," Hana murmured to herself, feeling the discomfort gnawing at her. Despite the mounting problem, Hana refused to give in. She was determined to hold it in until the bathroom doors fixed themselves, no matter how challenging it became. The struggle continued, with each passing minute feeling like an eternity. Brigitte was going through a difficult time as she tried to hold it in. With each passing minute, the pressure in her bladder increased. She felt like she might genuinely burst, but she was determined to control herself. As she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, Brigitte couldn't ignore the urgent call of nature. Feeling her stomach, she noticed a small, round bulge below her belly button. Her bladder was starting to expand, signaling the urgency of her situation. "I need to pee so badly," Brigitte muttered to herself, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. Angela, who was in the lab with Brigitte, noticed her discomfort. Crossing her own legs and bouncing slightly to hold in her own pee, she asked, "Are you okay, Brigitte?" "I'm fine," Brigitte replied through gritted teeth, willing herself to continue adjusting Angela's healing staff. The pressure was becoming unbearable, but she couldn't afford to lose focus now. Brigitte winced, feeling the pressure in her bladder growing unbearable. Her body tensed as she struggled to focus on the task at hand, the urgency to relieve herself becoming more intense by the minute. She glanced over at Angela, who appeared calm on the outside but Brigitte could see the slight twitch in her leg that betrayed her inner turmoil. "Angela, do you need to sit down for a bit?" Brigitte asked, her voice quivering with discomfort. Angela managed a strained smile, her hand subtly pressing against her bulging abdomen as she moved up and down, trying to alleviate some of the pressure. "No, thank you, Brigitte. I just... drank a bit too much coffee this morning. I'll manage," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. Angela’s mind was racing, trying to maintain her composure as she fought the desperate urge to let go. Her jeans' button and zipper were undone, her belt hanging loosely as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The need to find relief was becoming increasingly urgent. Despite her own discomfort, Angela couldn't help but notice the pained expression on Brigitte's face. With a shaky breath, she forced herself to focus on the task at hand, silently hoping for a resolution to their predicament. Several hours had passed since the beginning of the lockdown at the Overwatch base. The bathroom doors remained stubbornly shut, much to the increasing discomfort of Angela and Brigitte. The tension in the room was palpable as they all struggled with their urgent need to relieve themselves. Suddenly, the lab door creaked open, and Hana slowly trudged in. She placed one hand on the wall for support, the other desperately clutching her big bulging abdomen as she tried to contain the massive amount of pee inside her. Angela and Brigitte looked up at her, their expressions a mix of worry and empathy as they witnessed Hana's obvious distress. "Has anyone exploded in their pants yet?" Hana stuttered in agony, the urgency evident in her voice. Brigitte, barely able to muster any words through her discomfort, managed to shake her head weakly. "N-not yet, but I might soon." Angela, rubbing her own bulging bladder and crossing her legs tightly, tried to maintain a reassuring tone. "We'll make it, Hana. Just keep holding on." Brigitte couldn't take it anymore. The pressure was unbearable. "How much are we holding?" she managed to gasp out, her voice strained. Angela, feeling a sense of urgency, turned to a nearby computer that housed the current anatomy status and x-rays of all three of them when they joined Overwatch. As she scanned the screen, warning labels popped up over each x-ray, indicating dangerous levels of bladder distention. With a shaky voice, Angela began to read the status out loud. "Brigitte, you have 3.4 liters in your bladder," she said, her own discomfort evident. Brigitte let out a loud groan of desperation and agony, her hands clutching her swollen abdomen. Turning to Hana, Angela continued, "Hana, you have 3.6 liters in your bladder." Hana whimpered in response, the urge to go becoming almost unbearable. Finally, Angela's own turn came. "And I have 3.4 liters in my bladder," she moaned in pain, feeling the pressure mounting by the second. Hana managed to speak through the discomfort, "Too much nano cola." Brigitte added in a strained voice, "Too much water." Angela confessed, "Too much coffee." The trio all grabbed their bulging abdomens, holding on as the urgency to relieve themselves grew stronger by the minute. Angela's eyes widened as she noticed the label on the computer screen for Hana's x-ray, indicating a leakage. She turned to look at Hana, only to see Hana looking down, a little bit of pee trickling down her crossed legs from her panties. "Hana, you're leaking," Angela exclaimed, concern evident in her voice. Hana looked up with a desperate expression. "I'm gonna burst soon," she said, her voice strained. Angela tried to reassure her, "Just hold out a bit longer, we'll find a way to fix this." But Brigitte interjected, her voice tight with strain, "We're all about to hit our limits. It's only a matter of time until we all burst." Angela felt a surge of panic rising within her. She leaned on the table, double-crossing her legs tightly. "I refuse to piss myself," she declared, her voice determined. Meanwhile, Hana continued to leak a bit, her face contorted in a mixture of discomfort and determination. She double-crossed her own legs and jammed her hands between her legs against her crotch, trying to hold in her pee. "Come on, come on," Hana whispered to herself, her resolve wavering as she struggled to keep it all in despite the leaking. Angela stood there, her legs double-crossed, the urgency in her eyes matching the determination in her voice. With a resolute nod, she took the cup of coffee in her hand and drank it all in large gulps, surprising Brigitte and Hana. Brigitte's eyes widened, "Are you crazy, Angela? You're going to burst!" But Angela wasn't kidding about refusing to pee herself. She seemed determined to keep it all in, no matter how full she was. Sitting down at her computer, she tried to focus on her work while also holding herself tightly to prevent any accidents. "I'm going to try and force open the doors through the mainframe," Angela announced to Brigitte and Hana, her fingers flying across the keyboard despite her lack of expertise in hacking. She was desperate, and time was running out. As Angela delved into the base servers, trying to override the lockdown protocols, a small leak began to seep through her pants, a visible sign that she was nearing her limit. But she gritted her teeth and continued her efforts, the urgency growing with each passing second. Brigitte groaned in pain, her hand firmly pressed against her lower abdomen, while Hana whimpered and moaned softly, her struggle becoming more evident as she slowly leaked. The tension in the room was unbearable, the pressure building with each passing moment. All three women were on the brink of bursting, the consequences of their nano cola, water, and coffee consumption catching up to them. The clock was ticking, and the situation was becoming increasingly dire. Angela's fingers danced across the keyboard, her eyes focused on the screen as she frantically searched for a way to override the lockdown. With a surge of determination, she began tweaking the system, hoping her skills would be enough to lift the restrictions that had kept them trapped. A short amount of time passed, tension thick in the air, before, as if by magic, the lockdown lifted. The bathroom doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the much-needed relief just on the other side. Brigitte stood up, her hand tightly gripping her crotch as she rubbed the massive bulge of her full bladder with her other hand. Hana looked at Brigitte nervously, seeing the desperation in her eyes. Brigitte met her gaze, nodding her head towards the now-open bathroom, silently urging Hana to go first. Without hesitation, Hana sprinted for the bathroom, her movements a mix of desperation and relief. She swung the door shut behind her, finally able to let go and release the pressure that had been building up for far too long. Angela and Brigitte waited anxiously, the sound of running water echoing in the room. Brigitte turned to Angela, concern etched on her face. "Do you want to go next?" she asked, her own need pressing urgently. Angela shook her head, her hand still cradling her soccer ball-sized bulge. "I can manage," she insisted, her voice strained but determined. As the tension of their prolonged wait began to ease, Hana emerged from the bathroom, looking and feeling visibly relieved. She sank into a chair, a look of contentment on her face as she finally allowed herself to relax. Brigitte wasted no time, racing to the bathroom and closing the door behind her, eager to find the same sense of relief that Hana had just experienced. Angela sat back, her own need still overwhelming, but her focus unwavering as she prepared to face her turn. Brigitte finally emerged from the bathroom, her expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. She wearily sank into a nearby chair, letting out a contented sigh. Angela, feeling the pressure of her full bladder increasing with each step, got up slowly from her seat. "Don't burst, don't burst," she muttered to herself, tightly gripping her crotch as she made her way to the bathroom. Her bulging bladder was noticeable under her shirt, a clear sign of her dire need. Once inside the bathroom, Angela closed the door behind her, finally allowing herself to release the gallon of pee she had been holding in. The sound of rushing liquid was a welcome relief as she emptied her bladder. A few minutes later, Angela emerged from the bathroom and returned to her chair, visibly more relaxed and calm after the ordeal of holding in so much urine. "I felt like I was going to explode," Hana confessed, her face still flushed from the experience. Brigitte nodded in agreement, "I felt the same way. That was intense." Angela chimed in with a hint of humor, "I could have held it a bit longer if I wanted to." Hana playfully rolled her eyes, "Show off." Angela was focused on her computer when she heard a muffled voice coming from the security camera near her desk. Frowning, she glanced at the screen and saw Sombra, the notorious hacker, looking incredibly uncomfortable. Hana and Brigitte rushed over to see what was happening. Sombra's face contorted in pain as she held her stomach, her bladder visibly bulging out like a watermelon. "I... I messed up," Sombra stuttered, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "I need a toilet... fast." Hana and Brigitte burst into laughter, realizing that she had been behind their turmoil, and that the tables had turned. Angela couldn't help but smile mischievously as she returned to her computer, quickly initiating the lockdown once again. "Payback time," Hana chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Sombra's eyes widened in panic as she realized that the base went back into lockdown. She pounded on the wall, desperation clear in her voice as she plead for the lockdown to end again. Angela leaned back in her chair, a satisfied grin on her face. "Let's see how she likes being stuck," she said, reveling in the opportunity to mess with Sombra. Sombra stood there, her bladder painfully full, feeling like it might burst at any moment. She held her bulging bladder with one hand, the other jammed tightly between her crossed legs, trying to maintain control. Her bladder bulge was massive, weighing her down, forcing her to slouch against the wall for support. Looking up at the camera, Sombra stuttered in pain, pleading for relief. "I-I don't wanna pee myself," she whimpered, desperation evident in her voice. "I'm gonna explode soon!" But in Angela's office, Brigitte, Hana, and Angela were oblivious to Sombra's plight, lounging comfortably and chatting. Sombra's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as she battled against the mounting pressure in her bladder. As Sombra gritted her teeth, she felt a trickle of pee escape, running down her leggings, a clear sign that she was reaching her breaking point. "Open, open," she muttered to herself, her voice strained with agony. "I don't want to burst. Not like this." Sombra leaned against the locked bathroom door, her body trembling as she slouched over, desperate for relief. She banged on the door, hoping it would miraculously open, but it remained stubbornly shut. With each movement, she leaked a little more pee, her bladder on the brink of exploding. "Please, please, open up!" Sombra pleaded, her voice strained with desperation. "I'm going to burst, please!" Frantically, she jammed both of her hands into her crotch, trying to hold back the onslaught of pressure. But as she fought against it, the leaks became more frequent, her control slipping away. "Come on, come on, come on!" Sombra repeated the words like a desperate mantra, her voice tinged with panic. Then, in a sudden gasp, Sombra lost the battle. She moaned loudly in a mix of relief and humiliation as she felt herself finally and uncontrollably pee herself. Her bladder, once painfully full, began to shrink as she stood there, the warmth of her pee spreading down her legs. Hana's eyes widened as she stared at the screen, watching Sombra desperately trying to hold back her pee. "Holy shit," she exclaimed, pointing at the live feed. "Sombra is peeing herself!" Angela and Brigitte turned their attention to the screen, their expressions shifting from discomfort to amusement. The three girls burst into laughter as they witnessed Sombra's humiliation in real-time. Minutes passed by, Sombra's body finally giving in as she stopped peeing, exhausted from the intense holding. Sombra's eyes flicked to the camera that had captured her embarrassing moment. Her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger as she defiantly stuck up her middle finger. "Whoever did this is going to pay for making me lose control, I swear!" Angela, still laughing uncontrollably, managed to compose herself long enough to disable the lockdown, allowing Sombra to turn invisible as she made a hasty exit from the base, seething with humiliation and rage.
  24. Chapter 1: The Curse Tyria drew her sword and pointed it at an old witch. Tyria was 23 years old, slightly dark skinned, and had freckles along her cheeks. Her subtle red hair was tied into a ponytail and came down to just below her ears. Her fierce blue eyes cut daggers into the witch. She wore a dark green shirt with blue pants and black bear fur boots. Her armor was small and polygonal and was colored cream with yellow highlights on the edges. “Now leave this village and never come back! You mischievous hexs have no place in this town!” The witch had grey, wrinkled skin. Warts plastered her face and her pupils were as black as night. Her limbs were boney and she seemed to be only wearing a sack on her torso. Her hair was patchy and gray. A true bottom dweller. “You have no proof that those were even my hexs! It could’ve been any other witch!” the witch said, flailing her arms about, making the sound of popping joints. “That’s not what the townspeople think!” said Tyria, “The shopkeep saw you wandering around where the totem was found, no one else is talented in the magic arts as much as you are, and no one else would make that hex do the thing that it did unless it appealed to a specific taste! One that the townspeople say that you specifically have!” “I’m a resident of this town too, you know! You can’t kick me out! I’ll sue!” Tyria then closed in fast and held the sword at the witch’s neck. “You can’t sue if you’re dead.” “So you admit what you’re doing is wrong!” Tyria pushed her word deeper against the witches neck. “Don’t push it.” she said in a threatening voice. The witch growled. “Augh! Fine! You win! I’ll leave!” “Good.” Tyria said with a smile. She then sheathed her sword and swung around on her hell, walking back into town. “Find some other town to prey on!” The witch grunted and hobbled down the path. She walked until she was about a mile out of town. “Me, place hexs around town. Psssh! Lucky guess, bitch. Stupid adventurers. Ever since the dark lord has been slain, my hobby gets harder to sustain since there are so many new novices to take on the small fry.” The witch grunted again. She swung behind a tree, popped a cork off a glass bottle and took a swing. “Ah yeah, that’s the good stuff.” She placed the bottle down on the ground and began to levitate in a meditation pose. Her eyes flashed open with yellow light shining out of them. “Let’s get a quick fix in before I move on to the next town.” In her mind, an overhead view of the town appeared. As her eyes moved, so did her vision of the town. Specific people were highlighted in yellow, to which she eagerly approached and observed. But her enthusiasm quickly waned as she scanned them. “Tch, 46%.” She moved on to the next person. “37%” Then the next. “Ohh, 56%. Maybe I can watch this one for a bit and-” Suddenly, her vision faded between reality and her potion vision. “No! Come on! I just need a little more time!” She quickly picked up her potion and drank what little remained. She then tossed it aside after realizing it was empty. “Damn it! It’s been so hard to make more of these potions. That was all I had left!” She took a deep breath. “No, I must use this time wisely. The tavern should work, I’m always able to find subjects there.” The witch focused her vision on the tavern, where she saw a promising sight. “Yes! A line! I might finally be able to get some good action here!” She moved in close to observe the people. All of which were waiting patiently outside of a bathroom. The witch’s enthusiasm faded again. “The highest here is 64% full! And she’s at the front of the line! Are there no more risk takers in this town.” Suddenly, the witch felt the hairs on her neck stand up. She sensed a significantly powerful need. “Oh, and who might that be?” She turned around to see who had just entered the tavern. “Oh, you…” The witch said in great disappointment. It was Tyria. Tyria walked over to the barkeep to talk business. As she did so, the witch watched in earnest. “To think you were 87% full in front of me. Impressive of you to keep a front like that. Less impressive that I wasn’t able to see through it. God, I must be losing it at my age.” “Yo, barkeep!” shouted Tyria. A small girl over the counter turned her head. “Coming!” She lifted her dress and ran over to Tyria. “So, any news?” “I managed to find the hex, destroy it, and kick its creator out of the town. All in a day no less.” said Tyria, nonchalantly picking at her fingernails with her thumb. “Whoa! That must be why business has been running so smoothly lately!” said the barkeep. “So the hex is affecting the townspeople now?” The barkeep shook her head. “Nope. At least, I don’t think so. No accidents today! When that hex was active, I’d be cleaning up the floor at least 10 times a day! Some of them were even… my messes.” “Well, glad to see everyone making it on time.” “Yeah. It will take another couple days before we know for sure. But everyone’s been extra cautious the past few hours. Everyone’s sick of being publicly humiliated so I assume they go at the first sign of need.” The witch groaned at this statement. Tyria subtly crossed her legs. “Speaking of need.” The barkeep clapped her hands together. “Oh yes, you need your reward, I’ll go fetch it for you!” She ran off behind the employee door. “That’s not what I-” Tyria sighed. She waited patiently on the bar, leaning her body against it and she subtly bounced in place, feeling her need to pee catch up with her. “We’ve reached 90%!” said the witch, still looking through her potion vision. “Come on! I need you to lose it so I can get my revenge!” Then, the barkeep came back out the door. She dropped a small sack of coins on the table right in front of Tyria. “Here ya go! 1000 Lyobies, as promised!” Tyria leaned in for a whisper. “Yeah, thanks. But there was another thing.” “Oh?” “I’ve been running around town all day and I kinda need to pee. And the line there is looking pretty long. Do you think-” The barkeep held her hand out. “Sorry ma’am! But employee bathrooms are for employees only. Company policy.” “Well, does company policy prevent you from letting me have next in line?” The barkeep thought for a moment. “No, I don’t recall a rule like that.” “Then maybe-” “But I’m sorry! Even if I could, it would reflect poorly on me and the business to have favorites.” “Oh, but what if I-” Tyria put a Lyobie coin on the table, “did this?” The barkeep quickly snatched the coin and inspected it. “Shame on you, Tyria. Exploiting my greatest weakness.” “Will you make a show of it?” “That will cost extra.” Tyria sighed as she pulled another coin out of the bag. The barkeep caught it and giggled. She jumped on top of the bar while pocketing the coins and shouted, “Attention ladies, gents, and everything else in between!” The whole tavern looked at her and fell silent. “As you know, our town has been plagued by a hex that has afflicted everyone with a curse. Everybody became prone to a particular need and were publicly humiliated for not respecting said need more than they reasonably had too. This did not stand with us! We came together and called upon our resident adventurer to dispel this hex and to oust the individual responsible.” The barkeep gestured to Tyria. “Our very own Tyria Yanah has rid us of such mischievous behavior!” The whole bar cheered. “Booooooo!” sad the witch to herself. “As a special thanks, she will be given priority to the services of the tavern. Be nice now everyone!” finished the barkeep, winking and making an OK sign with her hand. The tavern rejoiced in agreement and continued on with their days. “Thanks for the show.” said Tyria, exhaling somewhat worriedly. “Now the bathroom.” “Yes yes, I know. You’re really an attention hog, you know that?” said The Barkeep, getting down from the table. “Follow me.” The two went down the hall towards the bathroom. “Special privileges?!” said the witch. “Right when I was so close to seeing something good! I swear that, Tyria. You won’t get away with this!” But then a thought came to her mind. “Wait a minute. I won’t let her get away with this! Yes! I have a plan!” She exited her potion vision and ran back over to the empty bottle she tossed, spit in it, swirled it around, then drained it. “Yes! You don’t get to take away my pleasure without suffering the consequences! I’m coming for you, Tyria Yanah!” The witch pulled out two more potions. One was black and the other blue with yellow swirls. She drank the blue one and focused. Tyria Yanah. She had been holding it for quite some time, but her poker face was formidable. The witch imagined the need she must’ve been in. The swollen bladder, the focus she must exert, the feeling of slight relief with every subtle cross of the leg. The witch exhaled slowly and opened her eyes. Darkness. “Oops, I didn’t make a teleportation potion to the void again did I? What is it labeled as? Augh! I can’t see, maybe if I just-” Suddenly, the witch stumbled into something. She seethed in pain, jolting back only to hit another thing. Then, the sound of crashing glass and metal sounded out as she got buried by all manner of dark objects. Outside, Tyria and The Barkeep were walking down the hall when they heard crashing coming from a nearby broom closet. “What was that?” said the Barkeep, moving to investigate. “It’s probably just rats or something.” said Tyria, “Could we please just hurry?” The barkeep put her fists on her hips. “Hmph! How dare you insinuate that I don’t keep proper pest control in my establishment!” “So you made the company policy?” “Uh, w-we don’t gotta talk about that!” The Barkeep moved swiftly to push Tyria along. “Plus, you’re getting a free ticket to the front of the line, aren’t you? Best hurry!” As they left, the broom closet door opened. A floating black potion, seemingly being drunk by nothing, was completely emptied in the air. “Let’s hope this invisibility lasts. It’s been a while since I’ve attempted something like this.” She followed Tyria down the hall, making as little noise as possible, throwing the empty potion back in the closet. As Tyria and the Barkeep entered the bathroom, they found a familiar face. She had very bright skin, long and straight blonde hair, and a beauty mark just under her left eye. Her green eyes were bored and her full expression even more so. She wore a blue, frilly, mage dress with white aprons over it, the sleeves coming straight and true to her wrists. The dress only came down to just halfway down her thigh, leaving enough of her thigh exposed to house a little rod of some kind on a belt strap. Lastly, she wore snakeskin boots along with some black knee high stockings. “Meliay?” asked Tyria. Meliay looked at them. “Hey, I hope you don’t plan on cutting!” “Well… yeah, that’s exactly what I’m planning to do.” “Then, no!” said Meliay, crossly. “Sorry, Meliay. But Tyria has received special privileges for ridding the town of the hex. And all she asked was that she be allowed first in line for the next bathroom stall.” said The Barkeep. “Ugh, how much did she pay you? I’ll double it.” The Barkeep bounced excitedly. “You’ll pay me 400 Lyobies?” “What?! Augh, I don’t care that much.” Meliay then shoved Tyria to the front of the line. “Just don’t take too long, okay?” “And why would I ever want to disappoint you?” asked Tyria, giving her a smug face. Meliay groaned in annoyance. Then almost on cue, a toilet flushed and a girl came out. “See ya.” said Tyria, moving to occupy the stall. She quickly moved inside then closed and locked the door. She leaned against the wall and took a huge sigh of relief. She held down on her crotch tightly. “Oh, thank god I didn’t have to use my hands that entire time.” she said silently to herself, “This is probably the worst I’ve ever had to go. Being right next to that hex must’ve amplified its effects.” Tyria quickly undid her belt and pulled down pants and her white and pink trimmed lace panties. Sitting on the toilet she felt her bladder quickly empty into the bowl. The relief sent shivers down her spine. “Wow, that felt way better than I expected.” From nearby, the witch waited for Tyria to finish. But then she noticed another stall opened up. The flush of the toilet reminded her that getting the resource she needed wasn’t going to be so easy. “Blast.” she said to herself. She exited the bathroom and went into the Tavern’s main area. There she saw a huge man carrying a large mug of beer, looking pretty sloshed already. “That should work.” She moved in close and gave the man a shove, knocking him into a table full of customers and spilling his drink on a couple of them. “Hey!” One of them stood up and shoved the man back. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going, dumbass!” The man in his drunken state listened to no reason and swung at the customer without warning, punching him in the face. The other customers stood up and tried to stop him, but the commotion triggered a chain reaction, causing the whole place to erupt into a bar fight. “Oh no!” said The Barkeep. She quickly left her post and ran back to the bathrooms. “Now’s my chance!” said the witch, following close behind. Tyria had just strapped her belt back to her waist and moved to flush the toilet when The Barkeep barged in and slammed on her stall door. “Tyria! The bar erupted into a fight! Please help!” “Oh okay! I’ll be right out!” Tyria adjusted the sword at her hip and hurried out. “Meliay, your help would be greatly appreciated too!” “I'm in the middle of something, I’ll join you two in a bit!” With the stall door still open, the witch moved in and quickly scooped up a sample of the toilet water and moved back out before the next person in line took the stall. “Ugh, gross. She didn’t even flush.” The witch heard her say as she left. She began to silently cackle, excited at what the future holds. The power of Tyria’s pee, in the palm of her hand. 10 minutes later Tyria and Meliay tossed two more customers out of the Tavern doors. The streets were getting dark from the coming sunset. “If you wanna fight! Take it outside!” said Tyria. “Stop disturbing the peace.” said Meliay. The two went back inside, now with half as many people. It was so silent that it was almost eerie. “Hey you two.” said The Barkeep, resting her head on her hand on the bar table. “Thanks for kicking out half my business.” “You’re the one that asked.” said Meliay. “It’s a joke.” said Tyria. “Though I suppose you wouldn’t know as you don’t really tell many of those.” Meliay gave her a stare. “By the way,” The Barkeep poured a shot and gave it to Tyria, “That nice man over there would like to give his compliments.” The three looked over and saw a man just as he quickly looked away. He took a swig of beer, trying in the most suspicious way to look less suspicious. While they looked, the witch closed in and put a yellow tablet inside the drink. It quickly dissolved into nothing. She cackled silently some more before making her exit out of the tavern. “Boys, am I right?” asked Meliay. “Yep.” Tyria drank the shot in one gulp and slammed it on the table. “Let’s go deal with it.” The two walked over and sat down at the table. The man continued to drink with his head turned away. He was a slightly lighter skin than Tyria. His brown hair was combed neatly to the side and his yellow eyes occasionally darted back and forth between the girls. His armor was a full body leather armor, with some yellow stitching to give it more flair, the same as his eyes. He wore a white shirt underneath and black pants. His shoes were fancy, black leather polished boots. Ones usually reserved for the upper-class. “Lance?” she asked. The man turned away slightly further. “Laaaaaance?” Tyria asked again in a sing-songy voice. The man turned even farther. Tyria then slammed the table hard. “LANCE!” The man coughed on his drink and finally turned to them. “Tyria, Meliay? I didn’t see you guys there.” “Uh-huh…” said Meliay, unamused. “So, any news?” asked Tyria. Lance leaned in close. “The best news. I managed to see the guild master aaaand-” “Annnnnd?” asked Tyria. Lanced slammed a document on the table. “Our first big mission out of town! We’re finally gonna get out of here! All three of us!” Meliay picked up the paper and looked at it, impressed. “Wow, you actually did it! For someone like you, that’s real impressive.” “Yeah, I’m kind of a big deal.” said Lance, picking his nails with his thumb. “So, does that mean I’ll finally get a smile out of the steel-faced lady?” Meliay then shoved the paper in his face. “Don’t push it.” The paper fell back down on the table, Lance’s expression not changing one bit. “Classy.” he said. Tyria then picked up the paper. “30,000 Lyobie! That’s a lot for people like us! What’s the job?” she asked. “Royal escort.” said Lance. “Princess is going to visit a neighboring city and they want us to scout ahead for bandits. Should be simple enough.” “Yes, real simple.” said Meliay. “Yaaaaay!” cried Tyria. “We got our first real mission! I wonder what the outside world looks like!” “Hopefully not more forests.” said Lance. “It’s nice and all, but it gets boring to look at after a while.” “What do you expect out of a little town like ours?” asked Meliay. “Something else, anything else.” said Lance. Tyria slammed the paper on the table. “When?” “6 am tomorrow.” said Lance. He then pointed at the two of them. “Don’t be late! You know how pissy the royal guard gets with late adventurers.” Tyria snickered. “Heh, you said piss.” “I mean it! And stop being so childish!” “Like you’re one to talk.” said Meliay. Lance zipped his lips at Meliay. “Zip it steel-face! I want this more than probably the two of you combined. This is my chance to finally rise up and become a hero of the people.” Meliay crossed her arms. “The dark lord is dead already, not exactly something you can be anymore.” “Well, I should be able to be a hero for someone. Being someone’s personal hero seems cool in its own way, dontcha think?” Tyria stood up. “I’m gonna head off to bed then. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Lanced raised his hand at her. “W-Wait! Do you think that maybe after the mission, we could you know… catch a jousting competition together? Maybe drink some tea?” Tyria pondered for a moment “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll consider it depending how well the mission goes.” “O-Oh, the mission will go great! For sure, 100%. Nothing bad will happen now till the end of the mission! Yep! Mm-hm!” “Uuuuh, cool!” said Tyria. She gave Lance one last smile before walking off. The two at the table sat silent for a moment. “Smooth dude.” said Meliay. “Shut up, steel-face.” said Lance in a defeated tone, resting his head on his arms. As Tyria passed the bar, she tossed The Barkeep a 100 Lyobie coin. “I’m taking room 11.” The Barkeep saluted her. “K-O!” Tyria walked up the stairs and towards her room. As she opened the door, she couldn’t help but smile. “Hm, Lance, you dork.” She thought that had become a cute guy compared to when they knew each other as kids. She flicked the land on the nightstand, illuminating the firefly bulb and filling the room and a subtle golden light. She took off her armor and hung it on the wall, then changed into the room provided pajamas. Flopping down on the bed, she thought about the mission. “We have a big day tomorrow. I’m so excited!” she said to herself. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. After a while, out from the darkness of her subconscious, she found herself in a tattered shack. “Huh? Where am I?” she asked herself. “Ah, how nice of you to join me, Tyria Yanah.” said a creepy voice. Tyria rubbed her eyes and saw that the witch she banished from the village, looming over a bubbling cauldron full of boiling water. “You!” Tyria reached for her sword, but found nothing except the pocket of her pajamas. “What?! Where’s my sword?!” “You will not be needing that today. I was never one for violence anyway, as you can tell by today's events.” “What are you planning? Are you gonna hex the town again?!” “Why would I pursue a plan that hasn’t worked with you there. No, what I’m gonna do here is much more personal.” “But why me?” “It didn’t have to be you. But call it a hunch when I believe that you will be able to bring me everything I desire.” “What?! I’d never help you do anything!” “And that is where you will have little choice, girl.” The witch pulled out an ingredient. “Plyast Wheat, to represent the time spent on our very own Earth.” The witch dropped powdered wheat into her cauldron, turning the water into a magical blue color. “Stop!” Tyria tried to grab the witch, but her arms phased right through her. “Syndenell seeds, representative of the ears of humanity!” The witch dropped 10 seeds into the cauldron, causing green spots to appear in the mixture. Tyria looked for a way out. She found a door and bashed through it, only to find that she had entered the exact same room. “How do I get out of here?!” “Crow’s Skull, for the inescapable reminder of death!” The witch dropped the skull into the water, having the blue water combine with black swirls. “Are you planning to poison me?!” shouted Tyria. “No, something much better.” said the witch, paying little attention to her. “Then lastly, the most important part.” The witch pulled out a yellow bottle. “The release of the subject, Tyria Yanah!” “The release…? Wait! Did you manage to get some of my pee?! I know you had some weird hobbies but that’s just gross!” said Tyria with a disgusted expression. “So says you. But to me, it is beautiful.” said the witch. She then popped the cork on the bottle and poured it delicately into the cauldron, turning all the colors gold. “Now finally, the brain of a dream eater, to represent transfer within the world of falsehoods and memories.” She pulled out a brain and plopped it into the cauldron, letting gold color swirl with pink streaks. “Just what are you planning! I swear if you hurt anybody, I will strike you down for good!” said Tyria. “Relax, I said I was not one for violence. This gift is entirely for you.” “What?!” The witch began to chant. “From this day forward, let it be known that after the 10th release, may death come to dear sweet Tyria Yanah. And after each release, may she be reminded of the consequences of ignoring this affliction. All hail Pissect Holdarahma, and thank you for granting this gift. Amen!” “Just what are you-?” Suddenly, the fumes from the cauldron sprouted out like tentacles and grabbed Tyria by the limbs. The curled around tightly against her body, disheveling her shirt and pants, revealing a lot of skin. She blushed in embarrassment and tried her best to escape, but to no avail. “Try to keep still,” said the witch, “This will all be over soon.” Tyria’s eyes widened and the tentacles tightened their grips. The witch began to laugh maniacally as she watched. They curled around her chest, having her breasts extra accentuated against her tight shirt. The even went inside her clothes, curling around bare legs and inch closer to her crotch under her panties. Tyria was red like a beet. “This… is… so… sick!” The tentacle curled tighter, finally squeezing the breath out of her. The witch then suddenly stopped laughing and slammed the side of her cauldron. “Hey!” All the tentacles looked at her as if they had heads. Tyria peeked through one eye while gritting her teeth. “This is amusing and everything, but I ain’t got all day!” the witch said, waving her hand around what was going on. “Hurry up and do what I made you for. I want to be ready for tomorrow.” The tentacles all hung down sadly. “Does this mean you’ll let me go now?” asked Tyria. The tentacles looked at her, then each other. The witch laughed maniacally once more as all the tentacle rushed to her face, forcing the gas into her mouth, nose, and eyes. The laughing got louder and louder and the world became black. Tyria then woke up in a cold sweat. She breathed heavily as she sat up on her bed. Looking around, the room was filled with the morning light. She calmed down as best she could, taking one shallow breath at a time. But once she calmed down, her focus was switched to something else dire. She needed to pee, badly! Much worse than yesterday. “Oh my god!” Tyria said while grasping her crotch as she felt the pee heading down her urethra. She quickly stood up and danced around. Bending over, twisting her legs, clasping both hands on her crotch as hard as she could. Finally, the wave began to fade, but she was still very much desperate. But at least she was able to walk now. “I gotta go to the bathroom!” she said to herself. She quickly shuffled to her door with one hand between her legs. She opened it and looked both ways down the hall. No one out. Good, that meant she could walk with both hands on her crotch without getting weird looks. She closed her door and went down the hall, making every step carefully. The pressure was strong, nothing like has ever felt before. It was almost like someone pressing down the rubber stopper of a syringe. Tyria entered the main area. The place was still closed, meaning that she could walk through with her hand on her crotch. She hurried as fast as she could, but halfway through, she felt another wave. “No no no no!” She had to stop and clench herself tightly. She felt the pee traveling down her urethra, forcing apart her muscles. She danced even harder, hoping to force it back a little longer. After a bit, the pee traveled back into her overfilled bladder, feeling like filling a balloon close to bursting. She took a few quick breaths before making the rest of her way to the bathroom. Upon entering, she gave a tiny yelp as she quickly moved her hands away from her crotch. There stood one girl, who had clearly just woken up, standing in front of the sinks. Tyria in her desperate frenzied mind thought it would be appropriate to start small talk. “H-Hey.” she said. The girl turned to her with a bored expression and said, “hi…” before turning back to the stalls. The two waited for what felt like a couple minutes, with Tyria shuffling ever so slightly to conceal her desperation. Suddenly, another wave came, much stronger than the last two. It immediately reached near the end of her pee hole, making her start screaming internally. She crossed her legs as tightly as she could, making them shiver with strain, but it was to no avail. The wave was too strong to handle with just her legs alone. She needed her hand, but she didn’t want to pee dance in front of this girl. The pee was coming closer and closer, until… a toilet flushed. After a bit, another lady left the stall and began washing her hands. The girl in line took the stall. Then just as the lady washing her hands left the room, Tyria went into full panic mode. Crossing legs, hands pressed on crotch tightly, her entire body doubling over to keep every ounce of pee inside her body. “Come on! Stop, stop, stooooop!” she quietly squealed. Despite her best efforts, a tiny drop managed to snake its way out of her pee hole, dampening her panties slightly. Luckily, the wave stopped pushing, but she couldn’t force the pee back into her bladder anymore. She had to hold and dance full time to have any chance of making it. Why did she need to pee this badly? She only had one shot of beer before going to bed. It couldn’t have caused this. Was it something else? Maybe the hex was still active. But no, then it wouldn’t just be her. And what was that dream of the witch? Sure, dreams didn’t make sense all the time, but this one felt real. What did she mean by the 10 releases? And why would she die if she fulfilled each one? What was this affliction she was given? All these questions made Tyria lose focus. The pee petered out and leaked all over her panties. Tyria gasped and held on for dear life. She didn’t make any sudden movements as she stood still, holding her crotch, crossing her legs, shivering with strain. Then, the toilet flushed. The relief being so close made Tyria leak again. It felt so close to dampening her pajamas, and out of everything, she didn’t want to pay the laundering fee. The girl from before popped out from the stall unexpectedly, startling Tyria. She tried her best to act cool with her hands at her side and legs only moderately crossed. The girl looked at her weird and exited the stall. Tyria moved to take the stall, but as she took a step forward, another leak got out. So forcefully that she could hear it stream into her panties. She hoped beyond hope that the girl didn’t hear it also as she entered the stall, closing and locking the door quickly. She quickly pulled out every trick she knew to hold in her pee. Her legs twisted around each other twice, she arched her back to give her hands as much pressure as possible, and she clenched her teeth, feeling as if clenching every muscle would help hold it in. It was of no use. A single drop came out, making Tyria curl up a bit. Then another drip, making Tyria curl up some more. Then there was a spurt. Enough pee escaped to have a wet spot appear on the pajamas. No matter how much she danced, she could feel the rest on its way. “No! Stop!” she squealed. The big one was coming. She could feel her urethra expanding to let it all out. She then looked at the toilet. It was all or nothing now. She ripped her pajamas and panties down, spurting a bit more pee on the floor before finally planting herself down on the porcelain throne. As the pee rushed out of her, she felt the fatigue and stress wash away from her body. She sighed and breathed heavily. This relief was nothing like she ever experienced. It was kind of… exciting? No, that didn’t sound right. She couldn’t quite think of the word for it. But one thing was for sure, it felt good. Tyria peed for what felt like a 1 minute and 20 seconds. As the stream petered out and the last few drops hit the water below her, a strange shrill began ringing in her ears. Her vision became fuzzy and her head started spinning. All of the sudden, her body collapsed on the toilet. Fully limp, she felt as her heart stopped beating and the world around her started to warp. A vision came to her head. The south of town, the mountains, a city, strange woods, waterfalls, then a strange whirlpool glowing with blue magical energy. “The mystic waters will relieve any and all.” said a chorus of mysterious voices. Tyria was whipped back to her body and she gave a huge gasp. She curled over and started coughing into her fist. She felt her heartbeat revving back up and she felt like she was about to throw up. She quickly flushed her toilet, put her pajamas back on, then burst out and looked at herself in the mirror. She was as pale as a ghost and sweating a stream from her head. She continued to breath hard as she tried to fully grasp the situation. She turned on the sink and splashed her face with water, then splashed some down on her pants for good measure, maybe it would look like she spilled a drink or something. After a bit, she had to get out of there. She walked quickly out of the bathroom and made her way through the main area of the Tavern. There she ran into The Barkeep, groggily making her way across the room. She stretched. “Hmmm-Mmm! Hiya, Tyria. How are you today?” “I-I’m fine!” she said sporadically before heading back upstairs. “You sure? You kinda look like hammered shit.” “Uh… bad stomach. Should be good now.” “Okay, if you say so. See you later, I guess.” “Mm-hm.” Tyria made her way down the hall and back inside her room. She went over to her armor and ripped open her travel pack, pulled out a map, and placed it on the table. She took out her pencil and marked her hometown, Kinida. This is where she is now. Then she drew a line to the nearest mountains south of Kinida, The Dragon Back Mountains. Then drew a line to the nearest south city of the mountains, Garmberland City. Then she looked everywhere for waterfalls. “Waterfalls, waterfalls. Come on!” Her pencil wandered the map until she came across something interesting. “Mushroom falls.” she said. It was a tourist destination that she always dreamed of going to. A huge rock pillar sprouting up to the sky in which a large volcanic underwater body sprouts directly from the center of it. It’s full of hot sediment, so as the geyser spews, the larger the rock formation gets over the years resembling a mushroom as the water rolls off the side. Tyria hastily marked it with her pencil, labeling it as her destination. Next was to put into words what happened. “I went pee, and… I think I died for a little bit.” she said to herself. The phrase still shocked her a bit. “That curse must’ve been true. Curse that witch!” She drew ten circles at the corner of the map and crossed off one of them. Then she wrote while saying, “If I pee 9 more times, I will die for real.” She looked at her map, somewhat shocked. The situation didn’t feel real. It was frightening her to her core, yet it also felt really stupid. “I’ll die if I pee 9 more times?! That’s just ridiculous! Just what is this stupid witch into?!” Tyria looked once more at the mushroom falls and wrote next to it, “Cure???”. She may know the history of the mushroom falls, but a magical blue whirlpool? She’s never heard of that before. But based on the vision she had when she died, that was her only chance. “No more drinks, no more water. I’ll need all the time I can get.” She quickly stripped off her pajamas, put on new panties, and put on her armor. She quickly made her way out of the Tavern. Just as she barged through the front doors, a voice called out to her. “So you made it, Tyria.” said Meliay. “Much earlier than I expected too. Shall we head off. Tyria hesitated. She couldn’t tell Meliay that she was cursed by such a ridiculous spell. Oh yeah, if I pee too much, I’ll die! Sounds so stupid even just thinking about it. She had to get out of this. “S-Sorry, Meliay. I can’t. Um… something came up and I’ll have to head south.” she tried to explain. “Huh? What came up?” “Something… real bad. I have to head south immediately. Hopefully I can make it in time.” Meliay got serious. “Tyria, I know something is up. You can tell me, I’m your friend.” “It’s just… something very personal. N-Not even I know the details that much.” “Stop avoiding the truth!” said Meliay, shaking Tyria by the shoulders. “I’m not an idiot, you can tell me!” “S-Stop!” shouted Tyria, shoving Meliay. She then backed away quickly. “L-Look just… split the Lyobie 15,000 to 15,000. I can’t make it.” “What?! Tyria!” “DON’T follow me!” Tyria turned around and walked away quickly. She felt herself on the verge of tears. Of course she would love to Meliay to help her on her journey. But with how ridiculous the curse was, there was no way Meliay would believe her. Plus her pride also somewhat got in the way for the curse’s same ridiculousness. Meliay would hold this over her head for the rest of her life. Tyria came back to reality, hearing footsteps beside her. She looked to see Meliay walking at her side. She jumped away and pointed at her. “Hey! I said don’t follow me!” “Well, I don’t listen to people who are clearly distressed and need help.” said Meliay, crossing her arms. “I don’t need your help!” said Tyria, quickly walking away. Meliay was quite taken aback. “Wow, okay…uuum.” She ran to catch up with Tyria. “I told you to stop following me!” shouted Tyria. “I will as soon as you tell me what’s going on!” “Nothing is going on!” “Then why are you leaving?!” “Nothing!” Tyria went into a slight jog. Meliay quickly caught back up with her, also in a slight jog. “Tyria, seriously? You and I both know I’m the better runner.” “Shut up!” Tyria went into a run. Meliay ran up to her side, not even panting. “Come on Tyria, tell me what’s up.” “You know Lance is gonna take all the Lyobie all for himself.” “He can have it, friends come first.” Tyria growled and broke into a full sprint. “Just stop following me, okay!” Meliay caught up with her in no time. “I’ve read too many novels to know you’re hiding something. Just tell me what it is and we can approach this problem together.” “I’ll call the guards! I’ll have ‘em take you in for stalking!” “The town's too small, so all the guards know us at least somewhat personally. Good luck trying to get that to stick.” Tyria closed her eyes and held the side of her head. “Augh! Just leave me alone!” “Never!” shouted back Meliay. Tyria started to yell as she ran, heading straight towards the south gate, off to adventure!
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