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  1. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
  2. Some clarification before we get into the actual story: Frisk is female in this because it's easier for me to write. Frisk will still be referred to with they/them pronouns. This story relies heavily on the narra-chara theory, or that Chara is the narrator of undertale and follows you around. There's some charisk esque stuff in this, as of currently, no actual direct things. This is subject to change because I like writing romance. Chara and Frisk are aged up to 19 and 20 respectively. Some touchy subject will likely be covered, such as: suicide, self harm, abuse. --- Chapter 1: THE FALL Frisk awoke with a start, and began surveying their surroundings. A million questions began circling through their head as they looked around the room they had awoken in. It looked to be a large cave, with sunlight beaming down from a large opening in the ceiling. There was one exit to the room, a winding corridor in front of them. They looked beneath themself to see a large bed of golden flowers. They stepped away from their temporary flower-bed and inspected the ground where they had been sleeping. Aside from the very obvious Frisk-shaped imprint on the ground, they noticed something very particular. A patch of raised dirt. They had fallen on a grave. This realization left Frisk a bit uneasy, like they were being watched. They quickly continued down the corridor. They emerged into another room, this one not quite as large. In the middle of a room was a small patch of grass with a single golden flower resting in the center. "strange," Frisk thought to themself "these things usually grow like crazy." their thoughts were interrupted by the flower suddenly sprouting up a smile. "Woah!" Frisk cried out as they jumped back. "Well, hello." They said rather politely as they regained their composure. "Howdy!" The flower said in a grating sing-song voice. "I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower!" "Very creative." Frisk said under their breath "Yeah, like you could do better." Flowey snapped back. "As a matter of fact I could, Dandy." Frisk retorted. "Ok, let's just cut to the chase." Flowey smiled once more, this time a bit twisted. "DIE." Seed-like bullets began to surround frisk, almost reaching them and then... They disappeared? Flowey looked confused and angry, before getting hit from behind with a fireball, and running away. "Hello, my child. Are you hurt?" A goat lady stepped out from the shadows to greet the human. "What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor innocent youth. Here, allow me to guide you through the ruins." And the goat did just that. Frisk followed closely behind, as not to get lost on the straight and very clear path forward. On the way they learned this goats name was Toriel. This continued until the two reached a long room with a door at the far end. "This, my child, is your final test." Toriel said grimly. "Make it to the end of this room... Without my help!" At this, Frisk feigned a shocked gasp, and put their hand over their mouth. "I am sorry for this." Toriel whispered before she ran down the hall and hid behind a pillar. It had been a bit since Frisk had some time to think, so they took the long walk down the hall to do so. They thought about how they had survived their fall, what the rest of the monsters would be like, and finally, they noticed they had to pee. Bad. Of course. Of course they didn't use the restroom before leaving the house, they didn't exactly expect to live long enough for that to be and issue. They were just supposed to climb the mountain and disappear, but no. Life just had to throw one more punch and make them wet themselves in an underground labyrinth inhabited by monsters who probably wanted to kill them. By the end of their thinking, they had reached the end of the corridor. Toriel walked out from the behind the last pillar and gave a small speech about how proud she was. "Well, Toriel DID say she'd had other humans down here before..." Frisk thought hopefully "Maybe she has a bathroom?" "Hey Toriel?" Frisk began "Yes, my child?" Toriel listened "Does there happen to be a bathroom anywhere in this place?" Frisk asked with a small amount of strain in their voice. "Ah, yes." Toriel answered. "There is one at home." "Thank go- great!" Frisk said, relieved. "However, is your need urgent?" Toriel questioned "I need to run some errands, I should only be gone for 5 minutes." Frisk took a moment to reassess their need, and against their better judgement they said "yeah, I can wait." "Alright, well stay here." Toriel said as she sped off. Frisk waited a few seconds until they were sure Toriel was gone, and left the room. They were immediately drawn to a small pile of leaves, and decided to sit in them and think a bit more. "Playfully crinkling through the leaves fill you with DETERMINATION." They heard a voice behind them. "Who's there!?" They spun around only to see a floating, see-through human, about their age. "Just me." The human-ghost-thing said. "The names chara."
  3. Hello everyone I had an idea for an interactive fic staring the women of the MCU, characters and actors alike. The basic premise of the story is this the characters and actors periodically swap minds at random, and they only swap back when they wet themselves. So for example if Peggy Carter switched with Hayley Atwell the only way for them to switch back is if either Peggy had an accident in Hayley's body or if Hayley had an accident in Peggy's body. Now my first question is. Which way would you want to see this play out? A. The actor's mind in the character's body B. The character's mind in the actor's body C. Switch back and forth between A and B. (note if you choose this option tell me which one you want to start with either A or B) My second question is. Which character/actor pairing would you like? A. Kate Bishop (Hawkeye)/ Hailee Steinfeld B. Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)/ Scarlett Johansson C. Daisy Johnson (Quake)/ Chloe Bennet Now my plan is to write the next segment after I either get 5 answers or after 48 hours, whichever comes first, and depending on how many answers I get the number for answers might increase. Also every so often I may ask about choosing another character/actor pairing or staying with the current pairing. Hope you enjoy. If you would like to see some of my writing check out the RP section.
  4. We all know that pee smells, no doubt about it. But, I wonder what different reactions we have from it. For me, I really love the smell of pee, I perceive it as being something calming and it makes me feel relaxed. It even got me to the point where I can't sleep well without it, I usually wet my blue cotton boxers, just enough to smell and not get into the bed. How do you feel about the smell of pee?
  5. Sammy had made plenty of terrible decisions that day. The first was probably deciding to wear her incredibly revealing maid outfit to please her boyfriend, Jake. She had coupled that with a pair of thick and fully covering, but insanely cute and sexy laced black panties. Second bad decision was eating such a fibrous breakfast. Sammy was a very healthy girl, but she didn’t eat much fiber. Mainly because it demolished her bowels. The third mistake was drinking and eating so much for lunch. The two of them had driven into the downtown area in Jake’s amazing Crown Vic to eat at a local burger place. It was delicious, and quite filling. And then, they decided to go exploring the abandoned west district of their city. The broken asphalt road crunched as they drove over it, Jake’s Crown Vic bumping up and down like a low rider from all the potholes. “Maybe we’ll see a ghost! Or a demon!,” Jake spoke excitedly. Sammy giggled. “Well, I can certainly show you something that’ll blow your mind right now…”. Sammy gently and slowly lifted up the already very short skirt of her maid outfit to subtly flash Jake. He gulped, his face growing red. “Let’s wait until we’re out of the car. I don’t wanna start acting up in here, or we might crash”. Sammy laughed. They continued driving down the broken roads, seeing abandoned and crumbling buildings pass them by on either side. But eventually, the road became too treacherous to continue driving on. ”This place is so cool!”. Jake excitedly hopped out of the car, turning in a circle to see all the abandoned buildings. They were mainly homes, but off in the distance, Sammy could see what looked like a school. She pointed. “Let’s go check that one out!”. She and Jake jogged over to the building. Sammy didn’t notice it, but as her body sped up, her stomach gave a very strong shift downwards. Something was coming. And it wasn’t going to be a small job. They both made it to the abandoned school. The school itself was old, mainly made from brick with an iron gate and fence in the front. Sammy immediately started climbing the fence. As she did, Jake caught a very good look up her skirt. Sammy giggled, shifting one leg upwards so Jake could see even more. He looked away, blushing like crazy and rubbing the back of his neck. “You sure you’re okay with that?…”. Sammy grinned. “If I wasn’t okay with it, I would’ve told you to look away. Come on! Savor it…”. Jake slowly looked back up. He would have taken a few minutes to look, and maybe to feel, but their moment was interrupted by Sammy. She felt an intense pressure in her gut and pushed, letting out an absolutely gargantuan fart. “Wow! Sorry…”. Jake grimaced. “Yeah, I think I’ve had a good enough look…and smell, now”. He hopped onto the fence next to Sammy, and they both climbed over, dropping with a puff of dust into the school’s front entrance. The doors were just ahead of them. Jake ran ahead and tried the handles. Both of the doors were unlocked. ”Where the hell are we now? How is this school so big?”. After they had climbed the fence, Sammy and Jake had walked around the school, checking out the cafeteria and the classrooms and the gym. Luckily for them, the windows were open, letting in just enough light to see by. The roof of the gym had actually caved in with time, making a really cool, almost dystopian scene. But then they had found a side door that seemed like it would lead to just another classroom. Instead, the door had opened into what felt like another entire school. And after walking around for only 5 minutes, they were utterly lost. “I have no idea…I just hope we don’t have to break a window to get out,” Jake responded. Sammy nodded. Then, a wave of intense pressure coursed through Sammy. She winced, putting a hand to her stomach as it growled fiercely. “You good?,” Jake asked, his face a mask of concern. “Yeah…I just gotta crap really bad…”. Sammy stood, feeling the pressure relax. “Sammy?,” Jake asked. “Yeah?” “Isn’t it weird that we haven’t found a single bathroom in this entire school yet?”. Sammy felt her heart drop a bit. But it wasn’t that bad. There HAD to be some bathroom somewhere, there just had to be! She could hold on for a little longer… Sammy felt like she was going to explode. Every step forwards sent a wave of intense need up her body. Her whole being cried out for release, for anything. But even after searching every single door they had come across, they hadn’t found a single bathroom. “Jake…I think…I think I’m reaching my limit…,” Sammy said in a voice barely holding back tears. Without saying another word, Jake lifted her up as gently as he could. Sammy yelped a bit as he did, feeling her gut spike in protest. Jake carried Sammy into one of the classrooms nearby. ”Oh god…I have to poop on THAT?”. Sammy stood, clutching her stomach as she looked at the training potty Jake held in his hands. The room they had entered seemed to be a daycare of some sort. He had originally planned for Sammy to just squat in the corner, but they had gotten lucky and found one of the training potties. It was dusty and old, but it was clean. Still, Sammy didn’t like the idea. “No way…” ”Sammy, it’s either this or the floor…”. Sammy gritted her teeth in anger. She hated both ideas. But one was the lesser evil. Without saying anything else, Sammy set the training potty down on the floor near the corner of the room. “You look and I take your eyes! This is embarrassing enough as it is…”. Jake turned away, nodding. Sammy slowly pulled down her panties, feeling herself become bright red from shame. She sat down, wincing in disgust as the cold, dusty plastic touched her naked butt. Her stomach gave a long growl of protest. But now that she was sitting down and ready, her body refused to let go. ”I can’t freaking poop…”. Sammy hugged her stomach, her face scrunched up and bright red from pushing, her eyes shut tight and her teeth gritted. She had always been a bit poop shy, but this was too much for her. She was so, so, so close, and yet her body absolutely refused to go. Jake spoke up. “You know…I can help…”. Sammy shook her head. “No…that’ll make it worse…just give me a minute…”. She closed her eyes again and pushed, letting out a grunt of effort. Her efforts were rewarded by a long, loud, explosive fart. Sammy sighed I’m relief, but she knew that there was far more to come. She stood slightly, forcing herself into a squat. But nothing. Sammy sighed in defeat. “I give up…”. She stood, pulling her panties back up. And then, her body decided it was time. Sammy gasped as a wave of pressure washed over her once again. But this time, it was much, much, much more intense. She quickly sat back down on the training potty, but it was far too late. A loud crackling blort sound escaped Sammy as a log of poop the size of a continent escaped her. She gasped, then doubled over in pain as the massive mound of poop stretched out her butthole on its way to push out into her panties. Her panties pushed away from her skin, filling with solid, brown, hot and stinky poop. “HNNGH!!”. Sammy grunted loudly as her legs instinctively lifted up and closer to her, her hands balling into fists. The first log left her butt, filling her panties with a mound of mess the size of grapefruit. And there was still far, far, far more. She grunted again, pushing as a wave of brown, mushy, semi-solid waste exploded from her. This time, it all came out fast, making her panties balloon out as the wave of horrid filth expanded the back of them. “MMF! HNNGH! AH!”. Sammy moaned and grunted as she pushed, feeling more and more mess come out to fill the back of her panties. With nowhere left to go, the mess started seeping down towards her crotch. Luckily for her, the panties she had chosen to wear were both tight and think crowns the bottoms. Unluckily for her, the meant that her massive mess could push itself up into her crotch. As more poop poured from her, Sammy coughed and as she felt the stinky waste push up and into her crotch, even as more and more brown poop poured from her. And it just. Kept. Coming! So much poop it was surprising her panties didn’t rip at the seams. And then finally, she finished. Sammy moaned in ecstatic relief as she felt her bladder give way, an absolute waterfall of urine pouring out through her poop filled panties to land with a splatter in the plastic training potty. Sam may closed her eyes, tears falling from them. Half were from shame, embarrassment and disgust. But the other half were from pure, ecstatic relief. It felt so, so, so good to get all of that out. She laughed. A long, choked, half sobbing laugh. Only then did Sammy open her eyes. Jake stood staring down at her, his mouth totally agape and his eyes wide. “Oh…my…god…”. He took a second to speak. “How…that was…so huge! What?”. Sammy felt something then. Something she never would have associated with the feeling of pooping herself. Lust. Arousal, horniness, whatever you called it. All she could feel now was that. Sammy reached down into the potty, moaning as she used one hand to squish and mush around the massive load of poop in the back of her panties. It was so warm…and squishy…”Sammy!? What are you doing!?”. It was almost like some sort of spell had been cast on her. Sammy’s head was totally empty. And now all she could do was place one hand inside her full panties, and push her fingers deep into her vagina. Maybe having such an accident wasn’t that bad after all… So I wrote this on a whim today. I absolutely love people pooping in training potty’s, so I decided to make one. Originally, this was going to be very different, but I was looking through the tags for Clothing, and the maid outfit one stuck out to me. So I changed the story to incorporate some different stuff! I know this isn’t my best work at all, and I don’t even think I HAVE a best work, but I hope you all enjoy this one!
  6. I believe that this counts as fiction, otherwise I apologize in advance if this is in the wrong place! Windows | MAC | Linux Support! Hi folks! New project with I think a bit more staying power. Welcome to a general life sim staged in the Diaper Dimension; the perfect excuse for babying/Amazon hijinks! Play as a Little fresh from the portal station simply trying to make it by in a vertically challenging world. Particularly through the way you're perceived, trying to navigate relationships and everyday life, just about everyone and everything is slanted towards keeping you in diapers other than anything else! This is an EARLY ALPHA RELEASE! Specifically Version 0.10 ALPHA! I would wager this as a handful of notches above proof of concept. There's a full day-to-day cycle that allows you to work, get money, buy clothes, diapers, pullups, underwear, etc. And controls allowing you to test the in-game accidents, sleep, check emails, pay your rent, do your workplace activities, and so on! Currently in the process of phasing out pixel artwork. I have fixed many bugs so far, but this newest release is of course likely to have bugs as well! Currently no sound in the game Play as a boy or girl Build a wardrobe of panties, pullups, diapers (Shirts and pants too) Play with your washing machine like it's a toy Browse through your Little-friendly certified Email software Pay your rent on-time and other requests through Little-first payment platform PayMatesTM Work as a sophisticated Data Analysist at a highly regarded data management company in the Diaper Dimension Use the toilet (Or don't!) Meet all kinds of friendly* Amazons! *(Friendly is a subjective term) The game is early in it's infancy and still on its way, but I'm very proud of what's here so far, and what there will continue to be! Please share all your comments, feedback, ideas, issues, and concerns! A full list of patch notes and changes can always be viewed in-game, and seeing as this is the first public release, I won't bother too much with a full log here in this post, and let you read it in-game! Please do give the game a try! Downloads Windows MAC Linux This is the latest release of the game, however if you'd like to show additional support, or gain early access to stories/writings/art unrelated to this project, do consider visiting me on Subscribe Star! This will continue to be a FREE game, however builds at times may reach folks on SS first!
  7. One Saturday afternoon, I decided to challenge myself by holding my pee as long as I could. I had always been curious about my limits and thought it might be fun to test them. I settled into my cozy gaming chair, fired up Minecraft, and began my adventure. The virtual world drew me in, and I lost track of time as I mined, built, and explored. A couple of hours passed, and I felt the first twinges of discomfort in my bladder. I ignored it, determined to see how long I could last. The game was too engrossing, and I was too stubborn to give up. I shifted in my seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the pressure was building. As the minutes ticked by, my need to pee grew more urgent. I started squirming around in my chair, crossing and uncrossing my legs, hoping to alleviate the pressure. The game required my full attention, and I was reluctant to pause. I bit my lip and continued to play, even as my bladder screamed for relief. Soon, I felt a small leak. A warm, damp spot spread on my underwear, and panic began to set in. “Just a little longer,” I told myself, bouncing my leg up and down. I squeezed my thighs together and rocked back and forth, trying to hold on. But the pressure was relentless. I felt another leak, then another. Each one sent a wave of anxiety through me, but I was too engrossed in my game to quit. My movements became more frantic, and I could barely concentrate on the screen. I knew I was close to my limit, but I was determined to hold out. Finally, I felt a surge of desperation. I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. As I stood up from my chair, I lost control. Warm urine flowed down my legs, soaking my pants and puddling on the floor. The relief was overwhelming, but it was mixed with a rush of embarrassment and frustration. I stood there for a moment, stunned by what had just happened. My pants were drenched, and I felt a strange mix of shame and relief. I quickly cleaned up the mess, changed into dry clothes, and sighed deeply. I had pushed myself too far, but at least I knew my limit now.
  8. Does anyone remember the site sanfet.co.uk? It was a fully legitimate, paid British fetish site with some models that you see on other sites (like Kayla Louise who appeared on many diaper / wetting sites over the years). The theme was pads of all kinds. A lot of the content also used Tena Lady or other incontinence pads, and there was a constant wink towards wetting, even though the site didn't show it (I recall one video had two oft he women laying in bed in large pads, and one of them tells the other that she just peed in hers). In any case, it was a great site that is long gone. Does anyone remember it, or have any of the content? I have a few things that I located via web archives with some effort, which I'll add below.
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    A few (longer) videos of me wetting my sweatpants and new panties (I thought they would look good wet). Enjoy!
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  10. Heya all, Vaine here. Phew, that's uhh, quite the title hmm? This is a story that I've had in my head for a long time. Since about 2015 I'd say. I'd never written it before cus well, it's fucking dark and highly sexual, something of which isn't allowed on most sites where you post stories. Anyway I'll just say that the biggest influences for this story are Overlord, Star Wars... and uh yeah I guess whatever has multiverses in it could be considered an influence as well. Although that's just some technology/lore within the story and not exactly influenced by anything specific. But anyway, this story is basically an "epic fantasy/sci-fi adventure" story, with sex scenes and pissing thrown in for good measure, along with other kinks. If you're looking for a quick fap or clit rub this probably isn't the tale for you. But if you want something a little more "serious" rooted in a crap-ton of lore then you may enjoy this. I will warn you all ahead of time. The start of this story is dark and deeply disturbing. It's not meant to be enjoyed in a sexual way although if you do I won't hold it against you. I asked the mods ahead of time if my story would be ok to post on here, since it features alot of graphic violence, at least early on. I got the go ahead from Kyuu so hopefully they won't get in trouble if this story does indeed get me into it lol. Either way if you're cool with that then I hope you enjoy this. I really care about this character, a lot, so much so that my profile is named after her, if you somehow didn't notice. I hope you'll enjoy the story as much as I will when I finally put it onto paper. Well, digital paper. ~ Much Love, Vaine Steele. Table of Contents Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
  11. “Sara?” “What!?” “I can see your potty face” “No you can’t! I…I don’t have to potty! Not at all!” “It’s okay, sweetie. You can just let it all out” “I told you, I don’t…I don’t…mmf!”. With a loud fart, Alec watched as Sara squatted, wrapping her arms around her waist. As Alec watched, the back of Sara’s white panties expanded as a mound of mess pushed its way out of her. “No! Don’t- nngh!-come out! I don’t wanna-Mmf!-have an accident! I…I can’t stop!”. Sara fully squatted now, pushing with all her might as a huge mass of brown, mushy poop exploded out of her, staining the back of her panties a deep brown. Luckily, she didn’t have to pee, or there would have been a puddle on the floor. Sara let out a long breath as a huge fart escaped her. She continued pushing, adding more and more to the mess underneath her butt. Her panties began to be pushed off her skin, as the mess became too big for them to contain. “Nggh…big…big poopy!” “And you said you didn’t have to potty?” “Gotta…make big poopies”. Sara continued her farty mess as more and more brown mush piled up underneath her. Then, with one last sigh of relief and a huge fart, Sara finished. Standing, she quickly faced her butt away from Alec, covering it with her hands. “See? I didn’t have to poopy!”. Alec couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Sara pouted angrily. Then, Alec saw a small tear form at the corner of her eye. He instantly stopped laughing, rushing over to her. “Daddy…*hic*-I thought I was a big girl! B-but I-*hic*-couldn’t stop pooping! I…I”. Sara devolved into small sobs. Alec gently wrapped his arms around the back of her head, cuddling her to his chest. Sara slowly calmed down. Messing underwear had always been a trigger for her little side to come out. From what he saw of it, Alec knew that her little side was an adorable toddler aged girl who desperately wanted to be grown up, but couldn’t no matter how hard she tried. Despite this, Sara had wanted to try pooping in panties that day. Alec had allowed it, but now he was starting to rethink it. “Sweetie, it’s okay. It’s okay. You are a big girl. You just couldn’t make it this once. That doesn’t mean you can’t make it to the potty ever again, does it?” “N-n-no” “You're right. Of course you can make it! You have before. It’s okay to have some poopy underwear once in a while”. Sara stopped her crying, hugging Alec back. “And I have to say. You made an amazing poop there, sweetie. I’m proud of you for letting that all out. Such a good girl. Well, a good and very stinky girl”. Sara grinned. “It’s okay to be a stinky girl this one time?” “Yes sweetie. It’s okay”. Sara let out a happy cheer. “I’m a stinky girl! I’m a big stinky girl with a big poopy mess in her underwear!”. Alec let go of Sara as she stood, one arm raised to the sky. Then, she turned. “Daddy, how big is it? My poopy?” “Well, it’s pretty big” “I wanna make it bigger!” “I can’t hold it anymore! I have to poop so bad!”. Hands on her messy behind, Sara danced from side to side, desperately trying to hold in her mess. But she knew it was alright to just poop then and there. “I’m going poopy!,” Sara yelled as she squatted down. Feeling the great pressure in her stomach, Sara pushed as hard as she could. A huge, wet fart exploded from Sara’s butt as a huge mound of brown mess blew out from her. “Mmf! I’m having such a big-nngh!-poopy accident! I’m such a-ah!-stinky girl!”. The babyish words helped Sara get into the right place, as she pushed even harder, filling her full panties with a huge blob of mess. The poop continued to flow out from her, until her panties couldn’t take it any longer. The mess began to travel up towards Sara’s crotch, filling the bottom and front of her panties as more poop continued to explode into the back of them. Sara couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling of her underwear being so full, the babyish words of desperation and the feeling of such a huge, warm mess made Sara go crazy. Sticking one hand inside of her panties, sara began to rub furiously. The reaction was almost instant. Within only 30 seconds, Sara climaxed, falling on her side even as more poop continued to flow into her panties. Then, she was done. Standing again, Sara felt behind her. In the back, Sara felt a lump the size of several baseballs. It was such a huge turn on. “Ah…ah…such a big…mess. I had to go so bad…I pottied in my panties…” “You definitely did”. Sara felt an arm wrap around her shoulders as a hand squished the back of her panties. “Such a very good girl, making a huge, poopy mess in her undies for daddy”. Sara smiled. “It was…so good…I had to poopy so badly…” “I could tell. These things look about to burst! Here, let me get you some more”. Leaving the living room, Alec walked quickly down the hall into their shared room, returning several seconds later with an opaque package. Reaching inside, Alec removed 2 extra pairs of white panties. “Lift your leg up, sweetie. These should help”. Sara complied, lifting one leg for Alec to slide up both pairs. Sara inserted her leg into the other hole, and Alec pulled them up with an audible squish. Sara breathed heavily as her cheeks grew bright red. “Is my little girl feeling better?” “Y-yes” “Come here”. Sara walked to Alec, who had sat on the couch. “Come sit in my lap”. Sara complied, placing her messy butt into the small hole between Alec’s folded legs. Alec placed Sara’s head on his shoulder, feeling her heartbeat through his neck. “My little girl always makes the biggest messes, doesn’t she? You deserve a reward, don’t you?” “Yes! Yes, please!” “But it’s not that type of reward. I know you already had that just a couple minutes ago. But this should feel good nonetheless”. Sara closed her eyes, listening to Alec breathe. Then, she felt the hand on her butt. The hand moved, pushing, spreading the mess out until every crevice was full of it. Sara gasped, clinging to Alec tightly as her whole body went on edge. It was such a massive turn on. It felt so unbelievably good. Sara felt herself unconsciously reaching for her panties, on the verge of pushing herself to another orgasm. But Alec’s voice stopped her. “No no, baby girl. You already did that earlier. You need to wait at least until bedtime. Just relax…and let yourself feel good”. Sara closed her eyes, taking Alec’s advice. It did feel good. But even so, the desire remained. Eventually though, the desire faded out as Sara let Alec rub her messy butt. As Sara lay there, she began to feel tired. ‘It wouldn’t hurt for me to just fall asleep here…’. Sara closed her eyes, even as Alec continued. In only a half minute, Sara was fast asleep. Alec laughed quietly seeing Sara’s sleeping form. He hadn’t expected it, but the two huge messes combined with the day’s emotional exhaustion must have taken a toll on her. Alec had been in little space before, and he knew how draining it felt to stay like that, especially after pooping or experiencing a big emotion like Sara’s sadness. “Alright, sweetie. I’ll try not to wake you up, but we need to get you changed,” Alec said quietly. Placing his arms underneath Sara, Alec lifted her up. Walking down the hall towards the bedroom, Alec couldn’t help but give one last squeeze. Sara twitched, then settled, breathing deeply. Alec had underestimated how hard she had been sleeping. A change wouldn’t be difficult if she was asleep after all. Opening the door, Alec walked Sara over to the changing table. He quickly removed her now very soiled panties. Alec briefly considered keeping them and putting them back in the wash, but one look told him that they were too far gone. He tossed them in the trash. Opening the pack of wipes, he quickly wiped Sara down, eliciting a quiet whimper from her as the cold touched her skin. Alec threw the now dirty wipes in the trash, picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Alec pulled back the covers and slid Sara under them. Checking his watch, Alec saw that it was only 5:27. Even so, such an early sleep was the key to not feeling like death the next morning. Alec would probably play some Warframe until at least 9, then go to bed with Sara. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, baby girl”.
  12. Hi all, this is my first time drawing anything. So forgive me if it’s pretty rough. My aim is to make art with anatomically correct bladders.
  13. She says a lot first, but I have no idea what. Maybe someone who speaks Mandarin could summarize? 漏尿 [816479525_456239024].mp4
  14. So this takes place a while ago, I was playing Fortnite battle royale and I was nice and cozy and padded up. Now, I have this silly habit where I'll do one really big hold whilst padded, and then just free-pee into my diaper after that. that's great and all, but eventually mid-match, my wondrous and very soggy diaper started leaking. oh no. what did I do? I quickly stopped peeing and tried to focus on the game. I didn't win, unfortunately, but I did manage to place well! but upon being kicked back to the lobby, I quickly grabbed some panties and rushed to the bathroom to change. Peeing in the toilet like a big girl, before sliding my panties and pants on. disposing of my soaked diaper, I went back to my game without any thoughts to be had. well that's all good and everything, until I needed to pee again... where I PROMPTLY forgot I wasn't protected... and just... soaked my panties... my pants... and my chair. worst part is.. I didn't even think about it until a few matches had passed. meaning I didn't just piss myself once. but twice before I realized what had happened. I promise I'm a normal person who can be trusted with regular undies.
  15. 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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  18. Hello all, I'm finally writing fiction again! This story revolves around Alissa, a nurse who recently began working at a hospital. She would spend the day observing the staff in the ultrasound room, and feel something entirely new to her as the day went on! This story contains nudity and sexual scenarios. Slowly waking up, Alissa rubber her eyes before stretching her long slender arms towards the ceiling. She took a moment to admire her perfectly sculped red nails before looking over at the alarm clock. 5:15AM, 15 minutes before her alarm. This left her with 2 hours and 15 minutes before she needed to leave to go to work. She pushed the covers off of her, revealing her tall, slender body, which came in at 6' 2" of perfection. She turned off her alarm for the morning and grabbed the set of blue nurses scrubs she had set aside the night before. She was so excited for her first shift doing something more than just paperwork and online learning courses! Her long, straight, brown hair flew behind her as she ran to the bathroom, starting the water for her shower. Then it hit her... Her body would not let her forget that she did not use the restroom the night before, and it was currently creating a hell of an urge to pee! She closed her legs, her blue eyes squinting as she contracted her holding muscles and bent forward, pushing a hand hard against her crotch as she continued to play with the knobs on the shower. She needed the water to be the right temperature, but she needed to pee right away! She settled for close enough, rushing in and barely pulling the shower curtain closed as her flood gates burst open, unleashing a torrent of golden liquid down the area between her open legs and onto the shower floor! Something about the sound of her stream crashing into the tub always turned her on, and she grabbed her breasts and moaned as she continued to unleash the night's contents! Unfortunately, the moment was short lived. Once her stream ended and the relief faded into comfort, her cheeks stopped burning and her body snapped out of its hot, kinky horniness. Finally, she had the chance to set the temperature EXACTLY where she wanted it! She started with her hair, running her fingers through it and making sure there were no clumps before she applied her fancy shampoo. The fancy shampoo she had was excellent, it always did more than expected in just a single use. Long gone were the days of washing her hair twice! And the conditioner? Oh yeah, the peppermint scented conditioner always made her hair radiate with the most exquisite of scents! As for her face wash, she used a mint scented face scrub that did a wonderful job of complimenting the scent of her peppermint shampoo! Her body wash was an unscented scrub that always produced the best bubbles against every inch of her skin! She only needed a couple droplets on a wash cloth and she could do her arms, chest, stomach, and back (with the help of a long brush with the wash cloth wrapped around it). She preferred unscented body washes, as it meant she could choose which perfume to use that day without having to worry about whether or not it would go with her body wash. Alissa squeezed the extra water out of her hair before stepping out of the shower and grabbing her towel. She always started with her face, moving the towel in delicate swirls as to not make her skin red or itchy while it was still sensitive from the steam of the shower. Next, she took the towel to every inch of her body, delicately removing all the moisture from her entire exterior before blow drying her hair. As per her usual, she used the blow dryer on low heat for a moment to get her hair to a partially damp state, then she ran a wide bristled comb through it before putting her panties and bra on. Finally, she finished drying her hair and positioned it perfectly before applying dry shampoo to keep it pristine all day long! Before putting the rest of her clothes on, she applied a few sprays of her favorite dirty vanilla perfume! At long last, she pulled her nurses scrubs over her head and applied her hairspray, followed by sliding her scrub pants up her perfectly slender legs and setting the zipper and button. Finally, she looked at herself in the mirror and applied a very minimal amount of makeup before giving herself the mental thumbs up of a morning well spent. She walked downstairs, preparing herself dippy eggs, fried has browns, bacon, orange juice, and a small glass of chocolate milk. After downing her breakfast and washing her dishes and cookware, she made her morning deposit in the toilet and came back downstairs to watch TV for a bit. Pressing the large red button, her favorite show came on the big screen! "Oh, I love this episode!" She said, her eyes fixed on the tall muscular man wrestling a bear, and winning! She never knew why, perhaps it was just how all the stars were ripped to hell and back, but she'd been hooked on World's Biggest Musclehead since it started 5 years back. It didn't matter how many times the episodes repeated, they were well worth watching. At least, until her phone went off. It was her alarm, time to get moving for work. She got in her Honda Civic and turned the radio on before turning the key. One of her favorite talk shows was on. Today's topic was how to lose weight without giving up your favorite foods. She definitely didn't need to lose weight, but she always memorized what the techniques were, and would use bits and pieces of them to keep herself right at the perfect weight. This sort of love for her lifestyle is what fueled her passion to help others, and vice versa. When she was pleased like this, even the traffic didn't bother her. She arrived to work 25 minutes before her shift began and started conversations with her new coworkers. She was just so excited she could hardly contain herself! Topics ranged from health to boyfriends to what cars they drove to what they were doing after work, and before anyone knew it, they were out of time. Time to get to work. Alissa fluffed her hair and opened the door to her supervisor's office to report in for the day. The morning introductions only took a few minutes, and then she was off! She was part of team B, a 2 person team working in ultrasound room 2. Here, she would get to comfort pregnant women, talk about the wonders of life, giggle about how cute all the babies looked, etc etc... What she didn't expect was what would happen right away... The door burst open, revealing a young woman bouncing in place as she spoke in a rushed manner. "I'm sorry, but can you do this quickly? They kept me waiting SOOO LOOOONG and I have to pee SOOOOO BAAAAAD!" The words flew out of the young lady's mouth before anyone really got a good look at this 22 year old beauty! She was quickly sat down and told that she would have to lie flat, and that for certain parts of the test, she would need to remain still. It became obvious that this information hit the young lady like a freight train, causing her excited face to briefly contort into one of worry... "Don't worry, these tests don't take long. We'll have you out of here and on your way to the bathroom in no time!" Said Alissa, putting the gel on the paddle and handing them over to Kristen, a more experienced coworker who would be the one actually performing the ultrasound. The young lady pressed her knees together and tried to hide the worry on her face... "I hope you're right..." She muttered, realizing the situation she was in. Her mother forced her to bring spare clothes, and she had protested the entire morning, but now, she might be glad that she listened to her mother... The pressure within her continued to grow. Apple juice, milk in her cereal, a tall glass of water before she left, the water they gave her in the waiting room, and the 90 minutes they kept her waiting... It all wanted out, and the only thing between her and relief was a test that supposedly would be quick, and a dash to the nearest toilet. To pass the time, conversations started about how the equipment worked, what the two nurses do outside of work, and what this young lady had planned for the rest of her day. Truth is, this was her plan for the day. She was so excited to see the growing baby within her, she hadn't even considered that there was a whole second half of the day... Maybe she'd go out with friends, maybe she'd cook one of her signature dishes, maybe she'd just play video games. Her worry started to fade as her mind started to explore the second half of the day, until Kristen placed the paddle on the young lady's belly. "AH! COLD!" Escaped the young lady's mouth as her eyes closed tightly and her entire body shuddered in place! Her bladder quivered within her, forcing her to grab herself as her knees slammed shut! She was sure she'd just leaked... She just hoped it wasn't enough to make a visible wet spot. But when she opened her eyes, she saw that both nurses were focused on the monitor. Phew... What a relief, they weren't giggling at her desperation or examining her wet spot... Then again, why would they? They have a job to do, after all, and they were doing it well. Well, Kristen was basically doing everything... Alissa closely watched Kristen's movements and would periodically look up at the screen, seeing the baby slightly move from time to time! The room fell silent, all parties involved were observing the miracle of a new life being made within this beautiful young lady! "And there we go, all done! You can use the toilet now, we'll have some pictures for you when you come back." Said Kristen, tossing the rags she'd just use to clean the gel from the young lady's stomach. "Thank you thank you thank you!!!" Shouted the young lady, hunching over as she stood up before bolting out the door! Alissa looked at the floor and saw the remnants of the young lady's struggle to escape the room... While she hadn't left a whole trail, her dribbles meant that Alissa had to get out one of the spill pads and perform her cleaning dance. She knew how to make everything fun, and when it came to these spill pads, she just put one under each foot and began dancing, scooting across the floor with the pads under her feet. Before she knew it, she'd already reached the doorway. She picked up the pads, noted the small damp spots on them, and disposed of them. Meanwhile, a commotion could be heard down the hall... "I'M BEGGING YOU! LET ME GO FIRST! I'M GONNA POP!" The words flew out of the young lady's mouth in a frantic rush, her entire body shaking in desperation as a housekeeper began to stop aside. While it was only a few seconds before she entered the bathroom, this young lady's bladder could've sworn it was years! She hopped in place, switched feet, slammed her knees together, nothing helped anymore... She had begun to lower her pants when her dam broke, spraying boiling hot piss into her pink panties! She frantically sat down, releasing the rest of her bladder's contents into the toilet as the wetness of her mini accident began to warm her legs. She wanted to cry so badly, but fought to keep her composure. She kept pulling out more paper towels, but it was no use... She couldn't hide a leak that large... She had no other choice. She pulled out her cell phone and called her mother, asking her to bring her spare pants and panties to the restroom. Luckily, the housekeeper already figured out what was up, and stepped around the corner to give the two ladies some privacy. The young lady only cracked the restroom door, grabbing the pants and panties from her mother, as well as a large baggie for her soiled clothes. Once again pulling the door closed, the young lady pulled her wet pants and undies down and took them off completely, depositing them in her bag. She took paper towels to her legs before putting on her new panties and pants. Something nagged at her not to open the bathroom door, but she knew she couldn't stay in there forever. When she opened the door, her mother had already stepped aside. She simply handed the bag of dirty clothes to her mother and thanked her for making her bring the spare clothes. The young lady went back to the ultrasound room, her presence putting the brakes on the conversation that was going on between Kristen and Alissa. The young lady was given the papers she was owed, and the trio spent a few moments going over the images of the miracle growing within her. Finally, something to pull her out of her funk! She couldn't help but laugh as her spirits were lifted back up again by these two nurses. Truly they must be some of the best around. Another few patients came and went, presenting their own miracles of life growing within them, as well as one more show of desperation. Alissa knew it was just work, and she shouldn't take pleasure or displeasure in other's misfortune, but something was brewing within her awakening mind. All these shows of desperation, all the attractive women holding back full bladders, it was making her wish she was in that situation so she could experience that kind of desperation for herself. And she knew exactly how to do it. Break time was in an hour, and she would not allow herself to use the restroom during her lunch. However, there was one more patient before lunch. Into the room came a nervous young lady... She was barely over 18 and it was obvious that she really didn't want to be here. Kristen and Alissa had read through the young lady's papers a bit earlier and already knew what she was in for. Her doctor needed the ultrasound images from her bladder, as the young lady had bounced off of a few doctors and tried different medications, but nothing was working. Her accidents continued, and her social life was in shambles. As much as she didn't want to be here, where she could potentially have an accident in front of nursing staff, she knew she would never make any progress if she didn't at least try. So here she was, with her baggie of skin safe wipes and spare clothes hanging from her left hand. "H... Hi. I'm Kelsey, thank you for seeing me today." The young lady gave off a lot of nervous movements, matching her records perfectly. It really was a shame for her to be riddled with these problems at such a young age, but at least she was on track to getting them taken care of. She truly was the best around when it came to finding a silver lining in impossible situations. Kristen and Alissa introduced themselves to the young lady and explained what an ultrasound consisted of, and the position she would need to be in. Therein lied the issue... Upon lying flat on her back, Kelsey's bursting full bladder stuck out like a watermelon! Alissa's mind started to wander... Perhaps this young lady wasn't just nervous about the test... She must be using those nervous movements to hide her desperation. Kristen flew through the material she was required to read before the test began, and Alissa began putting the gel on the pads. "This is gonna be really cold." Said Kristen, waiting just a moment before placing the paddle on Kelsey's stomach. The ultrasound began by tracing the perimeter of the young lady's bladder, which seemed to push her desperation up to 11! She shook in place, sweat ran down her face, her hands clenched into fists, and finally, she simply couldn't stop herself anymore! Her legs SLAMMED shut, pressing her knees and thighs together so hard the skin turned white! Unfortunately, this position just wouldn't do. Kristen knew this would be the last thing this young lady wanted to hear, but it had to be said. After all, the test wouldn't work as things were now. "Um, Kelsey, you have to keep you legs open. We can't get a good image with your legs closed like that." Kelsey's face contorted into nothing but worry as she tried to relax her legs and pull them apart from each other, but she was just too desperate. "I... I can't. If I take my legs apart, I'll wet my pants." "That's okay. Just try for me, okay? We can always help you clean up if it truly comes to that." Said Kristen, pulling the paddle away from the young lady's stomach as she expressed genuine compassion for the young lady. Alissa came over and reached out, asking the young lady to hold her hand. She would offer support and help the young lady through this. "O-okay..." Sighed Kelsey, pulling her shaking legs apart from each other. Her hands clenched into fists as her entire body shuddered in desperation! The screen showed the muscles around her bladder spasming and contracting, putting up a real fight against Kelsey's will to keep her flood within her! She kept fighting with everything she had, but it would inevitably end in defeat... PSSSHHHHH!! "NO!" Shouted the young lady, closing her eyes in desperation while whipping her free hand into her crotch as she fought to stem the flow, but nothing could help her now... Her boiling hot flood did exactly what she was afraid it would... It ran down her legs, soaking her black panties and pink pants. Despite the accident in progress, the ultrasound continued. What her bladder was doing right now was important information for her doctor. Alissa's cheeks started to burn, and she had to focus on her job in order to prevent herself from breathing heavy and moaning... The accident in progress was really turning her on, but she couldn't do anything about that right now... She had to stay professional. She looked up at the screen, seeing the cause of the accident in progress! She had never seen anything like it! The muscles around the young girl's bladder had all gone crazy! Given how hard they were all contracting, it was a miracle she lasted as long as she had. Finally empty, the test continued for a moment as the muscles around the young lady's bladder finally relaxed, leading to her breaking down in tears right there on the ultrasound table. Whatever emotions Alissa was high on immediately shattered as her instincts kicked in. She immediately comforted the young lady, helping her clean up before wrapping her in a large sheet and escorting her to the nearest restroom to change. With the young lady inside the restroom, Alissa took the moment to assure herself that she was going through with her plan. While she would prefer not to wet herself in front of everyone, she wanted to feel the embarrassment of genuine desperation in public. End of part 1. Part 2 coming in the next few days.
  19. Part 1... who wants more? Margaret the Estate Agent So this is the story of the time I got to date my incredible (and this night incredibly desperate) former boss named Margaret. I worked for a real estate development company for eight years in the early 2000s. We worked out one floor in a fairly small office building in Hartford, Connecticut. Our office consisted of about 20 cubicles and two restrooms, a mens room with a stall and a urinal and a lady’s room, which I would come to learn later, consisted of two stalls. It was a fairly evenly distributed work environment as far as genders were concerned, there being approximately ten guys and ten gals working on the team. A word on our boss Margaret. Margaret was thirty-nine, and was a truly inspirational woman who had mastered the craft of estimates and development procedures for years. If Margaret hadn’t been working in real estate, then surely she would have made a killing in Wall Street, would have made herself an excellent career in the military, or perhaps would have even been great as a sports coach for a women’s track team. She just had an extreme commanding, go-getter attitude about her, and while was almost always positive in her disposition, was also determined to keep her expectations of those of us working beneath her, high. Physically, Margaret was very buxom, had nice large breasts, a thin waist, and a very very large behind which she kept toned with several early morning hours spent at the gym. She had long blonde hair, handsome features and basically resembled a slightly thicker, but still toned, Gisele Bundchen in the face. Margaret liked to wear tight women’s business skirts, and often times, it was hard to avoid staring at Margaret’s rear end whenever she would strut through the office in her tight skirts, or would bend over at the waist to reach down and fill her cup at the water cooler. When I had first joined the company, Margaret gave me and several other guys a brief tour of the office, something that had been colloquially dubbed the “two-times” tour, by people who worked in this office. Why was it called the two-times tour? I and several others were about to find out. Margaret lead us throughout the office that day in a tight, navy-blue dress that clung to her womanly ass enticingly. “So we’ve got the invoices in this bin here, the project files in this one, and finally this one is miscellaneous.” She said pointing at several plastic bins spread along a table in one of the office rooms. “Now, which bin has the invoices?” she said, whipping around to face us young men, as we all stared up at her in silence. “What’s that? Nobody can tell me? Maybe that’s why you all should be paying a little more attention to what I’m showing you, and less attention to my butt.” Margaret said with a knowing smile. “And that’s why they call this the two-times tour, because I have to show everything two times!” Margaret said, laughing out loud. The tension in the air had been broken and we were all able to loosen up a bit more after that. We later learned that Margaret indeed had been married, but that her husband had left her after getting caught having an affair with a young girl from Brooklyn, who worked in the same office as him, somewhere across town. I always felt that there was a flirtatiousness in the way that Margaret communicated and interacted with me, but I’m sure several other guys in the office felt the same way, most likely just wishful thinking, dreaming of bedding this sporty, blonde fox of a woman. We had a break room directly connected to the office that had a seemingly endless supply of coffee, a vending machine, and a water cooler. Often times Margaret would meet and chat with several of us in the break room as we all shared a cup, or two, of our morning coffee while discussing where we were on the timelines of the various different projects we had underway. Margaret always seemed to have this sexy glow about her, her skin always looking incredible moist, which she explained was a result of good exercise and hydration, her 5am gym routines before work being a non-negotiable part of her day, she would explain as she would down several cups of water in the break room, following her coffee. Margaret encouraged good health, exercise, hydration, discipline as being as vital a part of succeeding in the real-estate market as studying any of the numbers. Good health meant good focus, Margaret explained. My small office cubicle was directly across from the set of restrooms, which was very convenient for me, as I would often find myself headed to the urinal to relieve myself after the morning’s water and coffee, several times, and even found this distraction itself to be a relief from the constant study of numbers, data entry, data analytics, etc. I had worked in accounting for about six months, and wanted to move into location scouting and appraisal, which involved leaving the office and driving around different parts of New England for potential development projects. Margaret had promised to allow me to shadow her on a few of these trips soon for training, and it was my job to do my numerical work, and wait patiently for my first “scouting outing”. I mention that the restrooms were directly across the hall from my cubicle, and I even got to become friends with the janitor, Jackson, who would come by in the afternoons to clean the restrooms, and even turned him onto to trying skittles from the vending machine, a first for him. As I was a keen watcher for desperation, I would often notice when the women would enter the restroom, though they were almost entirely composed, and never seemed in the slightest rush. Except for a couple of instances, and rare as they were, they were all the sweeter for it. There was one afternoon when Margaret had taken Julie out with her for Julie’s first “scouting outing”. They had left the office at about 9:30 that morning, and at this point it was about 3:15 in the afternoon. I was just finishing a glass of water in the break room when I heard rushed and heavy female breathing entering the office, and stepped out of the break room just in time to see Julie walking with considerable haste down the narrow hallway space between the cubicles, Margaret trailing behind her at a much more relaxed pace before she turned into her office. “How was the outing, Julie?” I asked her. Julie had been at the company for a couple of months longer than I had, looked like a young Melissa Joan Hart, and had always been friendly with me, especially when I had just been new to the office. She was slim and pretty, and had hooked up with a tall, handsome man from her hometown named, Brad, but had she been single, Julie definitely would have been my type. This day Julie wore a tight grey skirt that ended just above her knees, and a white top that had cute little fraying lace at the shoulders. She had blonde hair, and often beamed a big bright smile as she greeting people in the mornings, as her cubicle was closest to the entrance of the whole office. This particular afternoon, she wasn’t quite smiling when she turned back to address me, and actually appeared to be somewhat flustered and out of breath. “Ugh! It was good until it was torture!” Julie said, with a laugh as she turned back to face me. I looked down, and Julie was subtly stepping between her feet as she stood facing me. I should have known that she was headed for the restroom as I was well aware that her cubicle was back in the direction of the entrance, but when I looked down and recognized all the telltale signs of a girl with a need to relieve herself, the stepping feet, the quivering and tensing thighs, the quick panicky breathing, the look of worry bleeding through the smile, what can I say? These are a few of my favorite things. to be continued.......
  20. There was nothing like being a kid at fourteen and having an older teenaged sister, and there was certianly nothing like when she and her friends routinely came home late from the club (they had fake IDs) full of drinks and bursting to pee. This happened routinely, but there was one such night that was so dramatic that it has remained burned into my memory for years. It was just after midnight, my parents were already asleep and I hear the sound of my sister pulling into the driveway, she and her friends inevitably home from clubbing and dancing all night, which they often did with plenty of drinks. Tonight was no different. They come inside the front door and at once I hear the rapid-fire clacking of high heels on hard wood floors as my sister and her two friends Anna and Molly, come hurrying down the hallway towards my and my sisters bedrooms. The bathroom that my sister and I used was in the hall just outside my bedroom. I was still up and awake with my lights on and everything, hanging out in my room and my sister and her friends acknowledged me as we saw each other. Molly rushed into the bathroom first and Anna stood facing away from my room as she danced and danced in desperation outside the bathroom, or it wasn't dancing really, it was much faster than that, it was as if she was intentionally trying to make the loud stamping of her high heeledbshoes as fast as could possibly make them, almost like a tap-dancer, or someone making a drumroll with her heels against the hard wood floors. It was really dramatic just how fast and loud the clacking of Anna's high heels were, and I was frankly blown away with the apparent stamina this girl had, watching her long toned legs stomp and stomp and stomp as she just couldn't stop pee-dancing outside the occupied bathroom. Anna was wearing a blue romper that night, while my sister wore a red cocktail dress. Anna had lovely legs and a nice behind. I had known her for years as not only my sisters friend but also as my baby sitter, and it was weird to see her in such a compromised state when she normally had things to "together" when watching and entertaining me at the house alone over the years. Now, she looked like she was ready to pop. Just for a visual, Anna was very toned and sexy, taller than my sister, had nice tan skin, dark hair, sultry but pretty face, looked like a cross between Olivia Munn and Odette Yustman, had a nice tight ass and pert tits (her nipples usually showing through a tank top) slim stomach. From inside the restroom we heard Molly sigh loudly with relief as she peed. At that sound, Anna let out under her breath a strained, rapid-fire, "God I have to pee." as her high heels continued her machine-gunfire clacking against the hardwood floors of the hallway. The only other restrooms were in my parents bedroom and in the hall just outside it, and me, my sister and my sisters friends never used those ones at this hour for fear of waking the parents, but even now, tonight, Anna's clacking is in danger of being just a bit too loud apparently as my sister then said to Anna, "Anna, I'm sorry but I need you to stop clacking like that. It's too loud." as she gestured down to Anna's high heels. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh" Anna let out a long, strained sounding ohhhhhhhh as she proceed to stop clacking in rapid fire on the hardwood floors but now had taken to lifting one leg in the air for about three seconds, then switching feet, then doing the same again, still unable to keep both feet planted on the ground, and it looked as though she was holding herself as she was faced away from me. She suddenly whipped round, squeezing her crotch through her thin romper, as she said to my sister, "My romper, I can't get out alone, it takes too long." Anna said this as she reached behind herself to try to undo her romper, her high heels going back to their rapid fire speed. Anna's face was clearly in pain from needing to pee so badly, her eyes shut, her mouth hanging open, her heels clacking noisily, and just then she opened her eyes and saw me watching her through my bedroom doorway from my bed. She forced a quick smile as she squeezed her crotch again, saying, "Anna needs to pee-pee." with a desperate curtsy of her legs as she bent down and squeezed her lovely thighs together while holding her crotch with her right hand. Anna needs to pee-pee, that much was obvious, I thought. "Please help me out of this or it'll take me too long in the bathroom. Please." Anna said to my sister in rushed, desperate-sounding whimpers as she held her crotch, trying as she could to drive down her pee-dancing and clacking. I couldnt believe how desperate but how beautiful Anna looked in this compromised state. My sister started to say, "You'll be fine, Anna, I have to pee too-" before she was cut off as Anna then said the most beautiful words to my ears at that point, I grew stiff as a rock as she said in a tone desperate-sounding and rapid-paced, sounding almost like she was on the verge of crying, "PleasehelpmeorImgonnapissmyromper." spoken faster than I've ever heard anyone human speak before, as Anna desperately held her crotch with both hands now, her face scrunching up in pain. Just then, my sister freed the top of her romper, and Anna's gorgeous tits came into view as her top fell down her torso. She saw me see her breasts and her eyes immediately grew wide as she quickly rushed her right arm across her chest, covering her tits (or covering her nipples at least as her left hand remained glued to her crotch. We then heard Molly flush the toilet from inside. "Oh mannnn oh mannnn" Anna was now saying as with her eyes glued to the doorknob, she began stepping out of her romper right there in the hall. The romper fell to the floor around her high heels as she now was in merely her panties, still covering her breasts with her right arm, and the moment the bathroom door opened, Anna rushed Molly out of the way, leaving her romper on the hallway floor, Molly stepping out exasperated at the whole seen, Anna's romper still on the floor, me in my room, my sister there. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Oh Oh my God! Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" we heard Anna moan and groan and piss and piss with ferocious force, her pussy hissing loudly with a high pitched his as she blasted the side of the porcelain bowl beneath her with unrelenting power and force for almost forty seconds before her stream died down to a trickle which dribbled down into the water as she let out her final sighs of relief. This whole time, my sister was still yearning to pee, and while not quite as badly as Anna maybe, she too was now stepping from foot to foot, her arms crossed, staring frustratedly at the bathroom door, unable to remain still in her red cocktail dress. When Anna finally finished in the bathroom and flushed and everything, she stuck one hand out to grab the romper, which my sister handed to her. "Give me a minute" Anna said. "Please let me pee." was all my sister replied as without waiting she qucikly rushed into the bathroom without shutting the door. At once we all heard her pee too, letting out a brief "OH!" as her vagina erutped against the bowl, before letting out a much quieter "oh goddd" several seconds later. Anna finally stepped back outside of the bathroom in her romper, shutting the door behind her. Seeing me again, she laughed and said, "Sorry about that, Alex." I dont know what she was sorry to me for.
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