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  1. Chapter 1 Scott could hardly contain his giddiness as he turned his steering wheel to make a left at the intersection. After several weeks of careful planning, scheming, checking, and rechecking, he finally had a free weekend for himself. He had spent those weeks ordering discrete packages filled with supplies of a particular nature and tinkering in his garage on a device that he hoped would be able to fulfill his wildest fantasies. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he put his blinker on and changed lanes, wanting to get home as soon as legally possible. Scott had had a great week at work, his boss had been admiring the white leopard's progress for a while now. He had recently designed a filing system that, according to his calculations, had increased the company’s data storage system by a whole 12.4%. The subsequent increase in efficiency had also increased his paycheck to a much sizable amount, which he had recently been putting to good use. Scott was a brilliant engineer and computer programmer, his passion for creation had brought him to work for Sky-TEC industries, a company that specializes in creating computers whose processing power and ability to complete tasks in incredibly low amounts of time had brought them up to one of the best technology companies in the world. But as brilliant as this company was, Scott was just a little bit more brilliant. Scott had quite unmistakably come into contact with a piece of technology that was top secret and incredibly powerful. Many would use it for great evil, while some might use it to achieve near indestructibility. Scott however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. Scott had some very private tendencies that he had never shared with anyone since he was a child. Specifically, he loved indulging in infantile fantasies, imagining himself just like a little kid again. From feeling the warmth of a freshly soaked diaper, to the pleasurable struggle of being put in bondage whilst wearing a soiled diaper, unable to do anything about his current predicament, to the wonderful childlike freedom of just wearing a diaper and t-shirt whilst watching children's shows on TV. Scott had spent a good amount of time imagining exactly what he'd love to do to or by himself if he had the time and resources to fulfill his fantasies. Fantasies that he hoped would be fulfilled very soon. Scott pulled into the driveway of his comfortable little home. It wasn't anything special, he had little furnishings to decorate it with, but it had what he liked to consider an "aesthetical amount of space". He turned off the engine, grabbed his shoulder bag, and exited the car, walking into his garage. He flicked on the lights, and as the light bulbs blinked awake the device that he'd spent months on putting together sat on his workshop table. To put it bluntly, Scott had been programming a device that would essentially stop time itself. Through a combination of biotechnology, an improbability-engine, and a calculator that essentially worked on the whimsical nature of the polarity of electrons whirling around in titanium atoms in the contraption, the device was able to access the particular genetic code of the user and ignore all cells with the sequence, then continue to all other organic matter and inorganic matter and "freeze them in place". Scott didn't fully understand it, but he knew how to put the parts together and calibrate the machine. One might think that experimenting with such a device would be incredibly risky, but Scott had that figured out as well. He had coded in a fail-safe into the device. If a large amount of cells of the individual who had activated the device began to shut down at a rapid enough pace indicating possible death, it would essentially reverse the freezing process restoring reality to normal. Scott picked up the device with baited breath. It didn't look like anything special, like a TV remote except with fewer buttons and what looked like more volume controls. He connected his phone to the remote and fed it information about the current time, position of earth relative to the sun, and relative temperatures around the world. He hoped that the device would be able to send out the proper frequency into the molecules around it, setting off the time freezing reaction properly. He knew that if it failed, it may fail spectacularly, possibly even harming him despite the fail safe. A green light on the device shone, indicating that it was ready to be activated. He closed his eyes, pressed his eyes shut, and pushed a large red button with his finger. A loud rushing sound echoed through his ears, he fell backwards sputtering and coughing, he felt as if everything in a single part of his body was getting lightly tickled with electricity, he yelled in alarm, but before he could yell for more than a second it all stopped. Scott looked around. Everything looked. . . normal. He went over to the garage switch and pressed it, a whirring sound came from the door as it opened. He padded outside and his jaw dropped. Birds hung eerily in the air, much like bricks don't. Leaves stood stalk still, frozen as a gust of wind was blowing through it. Scott fanned himself with a paw experimentally, looking at it as he felt the air particles against his whiskers and fur. He had done it. He had created a device that stopped time. It stopped time for everything and everyone! Everyone, except him. Scott hooted and hollered! He started running down the street, passing cars with passengers in them halfway through a sip of coffee, forming a word as they talked on the phones, or smiling jaws and maws agape as they sang to their favorite car songs. Scotts saw planes and clouds, unmoving in the sky, felt the warmth of the sun on his fur as it peeked behind a cloud, permanently, until adjusted by the remote of course. Scott stopped running in the middle of an intersection and turned around and around, taking in the view. He laughed, joyous that he had achieved something that most thought was only possible in sci-fi movies and fantasy novels. Suddenly, he remembered why he had gone so ridiculously out of his way with his invention. He turned tail sprinted back to his house and got quickly inside, closing his door, not bothering to lock it. Who would try bothering him now if every ‘who’ was frozen in time? He walked inside his sparsely furnished living room and opened one of the brown boxes he had sitting there. A fresh waft of baby powder and ointment met his feline nostrils as he admired the contents of the box. Within it lay several large, fluffy adult diapers, each themed with little cartoons of various baby animals wearing diapers. Some looked sleepy, others laughed in joy, while still others were too busy with a toy to do anything else. Scott shuddered with excitement and let out a shaky sigh. Finally, I can unwind like I've always wanted to. He thought, as his tail twitched in anticipation. He looked at the other boxes, knowing that what they contained would only increase the amount of fun he was about to have. He grinned, and speaking aloud to no one said, “It’s going to be a good weekend."
  2. Curse of the Crinkle Crate Composed by Horatio Husky Featuring and Commissioned by Kazard the Fox! Chapter 1 The Box I… Want… Couch Time… Now… were the thoughts of a certain blonde-haired fox, as he absentmindedly fumbled with the keys to his small, cozy home. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyelids half open in a vacant stare as he maneuvered his key into the lock of his front door. The day had been absolutely miserable, all of his clients had been in a bad temper when he spoke with them about their problems, and one of them even seemed to believe that the fox didn’t really know what he was doing. Of course, he knew what he was doing! He’d graduated top of his class by no small miracle, the fox was very talented at his work, but the lack of appreciation and frustration that was thrust upon him by his clients was not something studying could have prepared him for. At last, the key turned, and the door swung wide open, shouldering his bag he strode inside and carelessly dropped it in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him with a click, locking it once more. Give… Me… That… Couch… thought the fox once more, as he strode into his living room. However, his couch did not seem to be on the agenda just yet, for the fox almost tripped over a wooden box in the center of the room. Kaz was taken aback, how had this gotten in his home? He didn’t remember lugging a rather plain, heavy looking wooden box into his home. Its dimensions were around two feet by two feet, and a foot and a half tall. Kneeling down, his tail now twitching with apparent interest and curiosity he inspected it closer to find that its lid was hinged, with the front opening to the container facing towards him. What on earth… Did somebody break in and leave this here? He thought to himself, as he reached forward with a paw and tentatively opened the strange box. The lid thumped onto his carpet as he gazed into what was held within the strange item, and was even more confused to see that the box only contained two items in it. A thick square of plastic upon closer inspection Kaz found to be a white, adult diaper, and a note next to it, written in fancy cursive. He picked it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he perused through a short poem, a strange feeling of warmth he didn’t recognize bubbling up in his insides as he did so. For a year and a day obedient shall you be, To the rules and whims of the box at your knee, Letters and rules shall be provided from these wooden confines, Giving you instructions, tasks, items, and lines, And lest you not listen to my behest, Shall you not have your day-to-day be the best! For control and independence are no longer yours From now you’ll always be clad in diapers! Diapers? Control? Is this all some sort of prank that got delivered into my house that one of my friends managed to sneak in? He turned the note over and found that more was written on the back of it, this time not in the mysterious cursive font as on the front. The rules are simple, Kazard. For a year and a day you will be completely unable to control your bladder nor your bowel, making it that at any time whatsoever, you will completely and utterly mess and wet yourself anywhere you are. Within this box, you will find your solution to this new conundrum in your life, which you have agreed to participate in by opening this box. Whenever you open this box you will be supplied with plain white diapers perfectly matched to handle whatever punishment you give them. It is recommended that you also invest in other supplies related to padding, such as powder and anti-rash cream, but those are up to your discretion. You may try and not wear your diapers, but you will find that it is wiser to comply with the rules and keep yourself nice and secure; your continence will not return either if you do not obey the rules set before you. If you wish to communicate with the box, you must do so through a bargain written on a note to express your wishes. However, be warned: the box is liable to interpret and balance any request or boon as it wishes if whatever you offer is not of equal value, so it may be wisest to obey as instructed and keep yourself diapered at all times of the day, otherwise, the consequences will be severe. With that, we hope you enjoy your next trip around the sun padded up! This has to be a joke… Boxes that interpret poetry and supply diapers whenever opened? This isn’t even a funny prank, this is pathetic. The fox dropped the diaper and note back into the box with contempt, what a stupid thing to waste his time with. He got up, the couch now forgotten as his stomach rumbled its hunger aloud to the room. He padded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and rummaging through his dry food cabinet, retrieving a large bag of chips. He held the bag in his maw as he stretched, reaching up to the higher shelf to grab himself a chocolate bar. It was just out of his reach, and he strained, leaning against the counter to support his weight as he grasped after his sweet. The counter must have been wet, however, for he looked down as he felt something damp against him. The bag of chips dropped out of his mouth and onto the counter below him. The counter hadn’t been wet, no. It was he who had gotten wet.
  3. Hey everyone! I work retail, and I'm by myself at work for the next hour and 20 minutes. I already feel the urge to go, but I'm going to try to hold until 3! I have a full bottle of water and a full bottle of Coke, and I'm probably going to try to drain them. Here's hoping I don't have an accident at work lol
  4. Went out of town for a day and I went to a ghost/paranormal/historical tour, it was a mixture of outside/inside. I had some drinks prior to arriving and during the tour. At one point I needed to go pretty bad but figured I'd hold it and be fine but of course it got worse as time went on. A few times a few spurts escaped so I quickly fought it, I walked around taking pictures as I listened to the tour guide as I tried not to make it obvious I had to pee so bad. We were outside when another spurt escaped so I wiped my inner thigh with my hand for some reason when I felt how wet I was. I instantly panicked like "oh s***" when a huge spurt once again escaped for about 5 seconds,I tried to stop it,few more escaped but finally managed to get it under control. My pants were becoming soaked. Thankfully this was at night time. I kept letting go as the tour went on and at one point,I acted like I was tying my shoe so I just crouched down and released some more thru my pants. I couldn't believe how much I was pissing myself. Near the end of the tour I had to go so bad I just couldn't hold it anymore,it started to flow down my legs,my pants were soaked already as well as my shoes. After it was over i just completely flooded my pants. The drive home was interesting, I had to stop for gas and just decided to own it and not act embarrassed. I released a bit as I was pumping gas and the drive home I just pissed myself in my seat whenever I had to go.
  5. I've had accidents in public both in uniform and in civilian clothes. From wetting to a few messing accidents, not sure what stories others want to hear about first. I've had accidents when others were around and when also nobody was. I hope everyone is doing well!
  6. Peter was about to meet Katie. They had been talking on a dating app, and they had hit it off pretty well. He dressed comfortably, wearing snug jeans with a belt and a sweater. Before heading to lunch with her, he took care of some things around his apartment and had some coffee. Before long, it was time to head out. He thought about using the restroom before leaving, but he only had a little bit of a need to pee and he had already taken care of other business earlier. No worries. He grabbed his leather jacket, headed out the door, and went to the restaurant. Peter arrived to see Katie seat outside in the brisk autumn air. She wore a bright red turtleneck and black jeans with tall boots. She sipped on a warm cup of tea and was watching the nearby tree as the wind lightly plucked at its leaves. “Hi Katie!” “Peter! Glad we can finally meet!” She stood up and the two shared a hug. They then went inside the restaurant, put their lunch orders in, and sat back outside. Peter felt a little cold as the wind blew by, feeling himself shiver lightly. Katie said online that she likes this kind of weather though, and he did have to admit that the trees with their hues of red were beautiful. He felt his bladder pulse a little bit, but easily put it out of his mind. “I simply love this time of year,” Katie said. “This is the time for hot drinks, cuddles, and just being cozy. How about you?” “I'm a little bit more of a Spring kind of person,” Peter replied, “but Fall might be my second favorite.” Katie laughed. “I think I can show you why I like it.” They talked more, and finished their food and drinks. At her suggestion, they went inside and got more tea for her and coffee for him, then walked to the park that was a block away. They walked along the sidewalk chatting, while the leaves above them rustled and occasionally dropped down to be carried by the wind into the small lake to their left. Reds and golds mingled with the browns and greens of mallard ducks that floated alongside the shore. Peter was telling a story about a dog he grew up with who loved trips to parks like this. Then he stuttered briefly, interrupted by a chill. “Are you cold?” Katie asked, with a slightly concerned look. “I'm fine,” Peter replied. Truth be told, his bladder was filling up a bit, and the cold wasn't helping. He was fine with that and didn't want to tell her, but it did sit at the back of his mind. “Here, I can warm one of your hands for you,” Katie said, taking his right with her left as they walked. Peter grew a massive blush, eliciting a laugh from Katie. “That is so cute,” she told him with a smile, laughing a little more as his blush grew even redder. They walked and saw a kid play-fighting with a golden retriever under a tree. “Hey,” Peter said, “my dog was a golden retriever!” “I love them,” Katie replied, “they are so sweet, and I don't think I've met a single unfriendly one.” Eventually they happened upon a small building made of grey bricks. Noting that it was the restrooms, Katie said “I think I'm going to get rid of some of the tea that's been going through me, I'll be right back!” “Yeah, I probably should go too,” Peter laughed, and they each went to their respective sides of the building. Peter reached the door to the men's room and set his coffee down on the ground outside. At this point, generally, he would definitely be looking to go. His bladder was a constant presence that often neared the forefront of his thoughts. But after he opened the door, he noticed that the floor was flooded. Perhaps it was from when it rained yesterday, as the men's room did face a small hill, and leaves were stuck in the floor drain. He felt uncomfortable using it, so he just went back around to the front. He sat on a bench and crossed his right left over his left tightly, feeling the ever-increasing ball of urine inside him. A breeze blew by, and as he shivered a little, his abdomen contracted, and he experienced a surge of desperation for a moment before it subsided again. Katie came out to find him sitting there. “Thanks for waiting!” “No problem!” he said. He considered telling her about the men's room, but he didn't want to do anything that might disrupt their date. They kept walking and talking about anything and everything, and Peter carefully controlled his walk so as to put minimum strain on his bladder. “I live close by,” Katie said, “you should come over! I've been having a good time.” Peter blushed a little. “Of course!” And hand in hand they walked out from the park, into the residential area, down a couple of blocks, and into an apartment. __________________ She offered him some wine, and they sat and talked. They had both been to Europe as well as done many things in the outdoors here, so they weren't even close to running out of things to say and stories to share. For dinner, they had shrimp linguine and more wine, against Peter's better judgment. He really really wanted to ask about the bathroom, but also didn't want to interrupt this conversation. He felt like the luckiest person in the world to be on this date with her. They stood up and carried their conversation to the window. Outside it had begun to rain, smearing their view of the evening colors into a work comparable to Leonid Afremov. Peter felt his bladder give way a little bit before he caught himself, pressing his legs together. Katie noticed. “Peter, do you need to use the bathroom? You can use mine, it's the door behind you and to the right.” “Thank you,” Peter said, blushing. He went into the bathroom, finally about to have some relief. He closed the door, and then looked around. The room was very well decorated for a bathroom, with candles around and two pothos plants on the window sill. He opened the toilet, then made the mistake of looking to his right. There were two mirrors. One faced towards the sink by the door, and the other was on the other side of the sink's corner, facing him. He could turn and see himself using the toilet. No matter, he thought, his anxiety went up slightly and he was a little pee-shy, but he could put in the effort and open up the floodgates for this much-needed pee. But then he heard Katie singing along to some French song she was playing while putting things away in the kitchen. He first laughed a little to himself, thinking about how much of a flex it is to sing in French while your date is in the other room. But then he thought about how thin the door is, how beautiful the woman on the other side of it is, the fact she'd hear him peeing, and all this while getting a little bit of anxiety for doing the deed in front of a mirror. He cursed silently and whimpered quietly. He loosened his belt buckle one notch, and it still felt tense, albeit not painfully so like a moment ago. He realized that he would not be able to go. Furthermore, he would not be able to pee himself in the shower or something, as he would let a little bit out and then his bladder would clamp back down as soon as the pressure dropped to a slightly more manageable (but still very uncomfortable) level. He sighed, washed his hands, and left the bathroom. Peter sat down on the couch, and Katie smiled at him as she walked by. As she looked away his eyes widened as he had a sudden realization: he did not flush. There was nothing to flush, but with how thin the door was, not only would she have heard him pee, but she would have heard him flush. He should have flushed. Now she was going to figure things out, and he was going to be embarrassed. He was so concerned that he started to blush again, and when Katie walked back over, she noticed his bright red face. “Were you able to go?” she asked. Peter didn't reply, he didn't want to lie but he also didn't want to tell her. He froze up, and felt a slight trickle of pee leave his penis and get caught in his underwear before he brought it back under control. He tightened his legs as he did this, and then blushed harder. I must be easier to read than a book right now, he thought. The situation was incredibly embarrassing. Katie smiled. “Hug me,” she said, and opened her arms. Peter quickly stood up (maybe a little too quickly) and hugged her like he did once earlier, except she pulled him in tighter now. He accidentally let out an “mmph” as she pulled him in. She was warm and her hug was soft, and he felt like he could be there forever, if only he didn't have to go pee. Can she tell that my belly sticks out more than it did earlier? he wondered. She ended the hug with a last tight squeeze, which caused him to tense up and let out another “mmph.” Katie laughed. “It's cold and rainy outside, and I do like having you over. Would you like to spend the night on my couch?” “I would love to!” Peter said, before remembering his situation and realizing what he was committing to. He was so taken with Katie that she could get him to briefly forget about the giant warm ball he carried. He was committing to holding it the entire night, when he hadn't peed since around 10 that morning. “Great!” Katie smiled, “I'll grab you some pillows and blankets. There's a spare toothbrush and toothpaste in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.” Peter slumped back onto the couch that would shortly become his bed, asking himself what he had done. Once he brushed his teeth, he sat back down. “Lay down, I like tucking people in,” Katie giggled. Peter gingerly laid down as she placed the recently fluffed pillows under his head she pulled a quilt over him, then tucked it in on either side. As she leaned over him, she placed her hand on his belly, and he felt his bladder practically screaming in panic. He pulled his legs in and his hands shot to his crotch. He blushed with embarrassment, but he was also turned on by the fact that it was Katie subjecting him to this. She stepped away, then came back and set a bottle of water down next to the couch. “Thanks for letting me tuck you in,” Katie laughed. “I'll see you in the morning!” She turned out the light and left for her bedroom. Peter was frozen in this position of clasping himself. He didn't know what to do. Should he sneak to the bathroom and try again? Out of the question, he thought. She would definitely hear him even if he could get it to start, and the light from the bathroom peeks underneath the door to her bedroom. Slowly, carefully, he turned and braced himself with a pillow, and practically crushed his right hand between his thighs. He quietly whined to himself while listening to the pitter-patter of the rain on the window, but it did help make him sleepy. Slowly, desperately, he drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.
  7. View File My WWE 2k22 is not like the others... Welcome to the NBL! The No Bathroom League!!! Yea so... I spent WAY too long making character designs for WWE 2k22 of girls with wet pants and diapers. Instead of uploading screenshots, I decided to make a little trailer thingy. So enjoy... this is how I play this video game now. Participating character models: Trish Stratus Ariana Grande Sasha Banks Alexa Bliss Selena Gomez Peyton Royce Liv Morgan AJ Lee Rose from Blackpink Jennie from Blackpink Kayla Braxton Cora Jade Zelina Vega Kairi Sane Submitter Hitman Hart Submitted 07/01/2022 Category Female  
  8. (Hi everyone! I'm back again with a second attempt at an interactive story! This one has a lot more story though. I'm leaving these open-ended though. I might put certain choices, but mostly it will be all up to you. I know this isn't the place to say it, but try to make your answers and stuff make sense. Hard to work with an answer that wont make sense. If there's a tie in answers I'll decide which one goes. It'll usually be the one that advances the plot more. Thanks for reading this!) The Plot: Saria's life is a big part of this I say.. But the big later on story is...: Saria stumbles upon a mysterious book and gets pulled into an ancient world. The world is facing a big threat so it's up to Saria and her party members to save it. Chapter 1: A terrible night's sleep. The time was 10 PM, Saria laid in her bed trying to fall asleep. Her mind kept drifting from the sound of her parents arguing to the sound of the water running upstairs. She felt the need to pee, but she really didn't want to leave her room with her parents arguing. She was so glad to be moving out soon. The screaming got worse and worse. Her parents used to be happy together... What changed? After an hour or two, she managed to fall asleep, but she woke up at 3:24 AM to a warm wet feeling in between her legs and all over the bed. Saria quickly jumped up, but she couldn't stop herself her pee continued to flow out until she shoved her fingers into her pee-hole. This never has happened before, sure she's used to going to sleep while needing to pee, but it never leaks. Her pajamas are soaked and she doesn't know what to do. Her bed is soaked. She decides to waddle to the bathroom making sure to do it very quietly. Even though she was 19 her parents still hated her being awake late. They would surely punish her for being awake this late. Saria makes it to the bathroom, but the door is locked. She's not sure why, until she glances around the area and sees shattered dishes and scratches on the wall. Saria's mom was hiding herself in the bathroom. Saria sighed and walked back to her room. Their upstairs bathroom was in the middle of being worked on so the door was definitely locked. Saria still had to pee badly. She didn't know what to do. What should Saria do? You guys get to choose what she does. Open-ended. Plot advancers: 1.) Finish peeing in clothes 2.) Try to hold it until morning 3.) Knock on the bathroom door 4. Go pee outside (The plot advancers guarantee the story moves on. Your choices usually will as well. These act as recommendations in case you can't think of anything. I have a lot of lore and decisions planned. I encourage everyone who reads this to vote on something. It'll make the story better and more frequent. That's it.)
  9. There she was. She floated like a goddess, she had the powers of one too. Uncontainable in every way possible, yet she folded so perfectly in Lena Luthor's hand. And just as instructed, Supergirl was hovering over Lena's office balcony as per the text Lena sent not less than five, maybe six minutes ago. "Lena?" Kara asked sharply, clearly pretending that this was an inconvenience. Lena looked over her shoulder, as if to say she didn't hear Kara arrive. She stood up from her desk, her long charcoal dress hanging just a few inches under her knees, but was tight enough to show every bit of curvature the Luthor had to offer. Seeing Lena's tight dress changed Kara's expression from one of impatience to one of need. "Is it true, Kara?" Lena toyed with her a little, motioning Kara inside the office as she turned away from her. Unsure of what she meant, Kara landed gracefully, her cape wrapped around her legs a little. "Is what true, Lena?" The Kryptonian inquired, almost scared. Lena faced Kara again, they stood maybe six feet apart now. "Is it true that you belong to me?" Lena said sternly, closing the gap to maybe three feet. Kara's bottom lip dropped for a second as she thought about this. "Did you call me from the other side of the city just to ask me that?" Kara asked, trying to sound confident. The gap closed further. Inches apart now. Lena raised her right hand to meet Kara's cheek, and the Kryptonian immediately lowered her head in Lena's hand. "You know why I wanted you here, Kara," Lena said softly. Kara inched back for a second, stammering over her words. "Lena, I should really - " Kara began, but Lena quickly silenced her with a finger to her lips. This little action made Kara feel so fucking weak, but she loved it. Lena followed up with resting the back of her hand on Kara's shoulder. Kara had done this enough to know what it meant. She slowly got down on her knees in front of Lena. The Luthor brushed messy blonde hair from the Kryptonian's face as she admired her. Kara looked down in defeat. "Do I need to say the words?" Lena inquired, the back of her hand still weighted on Kara's shoulder. Kara shook her head to indicate no. "I like saying them anyways," Lena teased. Kara looked up now, innocent eyes. Lena made eye contact with her. "But I'd like it even better if you said the words this time," Lena advised. Kara's bottom lip quivered. "Okay," Kara thought. "Mistress Luthor, I am your piss slut. I'm helpless without you," Kara said, weakly. Lena grew a mischievous smile. "What do you usually do after that?" Luthor checked, already knowing the answer. Kara looked up surprised, humiliation burnt in her expression. "I-I pee my pants," Kara muttered, but quickly followed up, "But we agreed not in the suit!" Lena took a moment on this, "You agreed not in the suit, but either way, we both know it's machine washable," Lena smiled. "I wouldn't make you hold it all day while fighting crime to let you use the bathroom, would I?" Lena reminded Kara of her all day holding event. Kara couldn't compete with the weight of Lena's hand, her words or how stunning this woman was. Without hesitation, the blue fabric of Kara's Supergirl pantsuit began to soak almost black, her defeat expanding outwards than downwards across her thighs until the warmth pooled around her knees. Kara's breathing heightened, but everything in her body tensed as nearly fifteen hours of piss poured out of her bladder into her suit. Kara looked up from her mess to Lena, who quickly offered Kara her hand to help her on her feet. "Should I expect you at my apartment tonight?" Lena said, devious. "Y-Yeah," Kara offered the shy response. Before the conversation could continue, Kara's enhanced hearing picked up some nearby screaming. "I-I have to go, there's -" Kara started again, "No, go, the world needs Kara Danvers - even if she can't keep her pants dry," Lena interrupted, watching the redness spread on Kara's cheeks before she flew away so quick it was almost as if she teleported. A LIL SOMETHIN I MADE UP COMPLETELY ON THE FLY! There's like so many comic book characters I want to dive back into writing about now. I might do a Jessica Jones training Kate Bishop thing, but the age difference makes it a little weird, and that's a comic book deep cut. Also considering more Black Widow & Scarlet Witch stories, because Nat and Wanda totally fight for dominance. The Harcourt character from Peacemaker might be a good one too. Give me some suggestions in the comments!
  10. A great jeans wetting with nudity towards the end. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph62be09fc29e36#1
  11. My 6th writing; for this one I wanna try writing from the viewpoint of my character Mali instead of third person, spice things up a bit! This time I'm putting Mali into her own shoes and having her describe a new wet experience of her own. Hope you enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 20 y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; always manages to find some way to wet herself even when unintentional. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; sometimes wonders how it would feel to be on her end. ------- I just had an amazing day start to finish. I had off today, and I was staying over at Yuta's as usual. We had a mellow evening last night after I got home from work and ended up going to bed relatively early. However, last night I got into a mood and wanted some kinky stuff to happen. Not immediately because we were both tired, but something to get us going the next day. So, I spent my last few minutes awake mapping out the next day in my head - what I would drink, the timing of it all, what I would wear - and then tell Yuta the next day. ; ) And so that day came, we woke up and lied around for a few minutes. I discussed my plan with him, and he happily agreed to it. I was now set to drink, fill up my bladder, and grow desperate through the whole day. When I felt that I would be getting close to leaking, I would take a stroll to my local park and do my best to walk around as inconspicuous as possible, trying not to leak. Just thinking back to it turns me on, it's such an exciting premise! : ) And so off I went. The first thing I did out of bed was shuffling over to the bathroom and doing my last bit of business for a good portion of the day. Plus, this way, I could have more fun for longer, starting fresh instead of half full from the nighttime. Afterwards I dressed in comfortable sweats and a T-shirt, and it was about 9:30 or so in the morning when I grabbed a glass of water and headed outside with Yuta for some morning socials browsing for the both of us. It will never stop amazing me how much time can pass just scrolling without another care in the world, because by the time we moved onto a different activity, the time was already approaching 11:00. We made some breakfast, eggs and bacon, and hopped back into our bedroom to continue binging some Netflix series. It wasn't that good, so much that I won't even bother saying the name of it. Me and him did get a kick out of it though, there were some moments so poorly filmed, written, or acted that we actually found funny. With me during this time I had some cranberry juice that I downed a bit too quick. During our binge I started to feel some pressure under my stomach, making me shift from laying down to slouching semi-upwards. After the juice I poured some more water and continued binging. Around 1:00, I was nearly finished with that glass and really started feeling the heat. I was in all sorts of sitting positions, cross-legged, legs together, crossed in my lap, and flat on the floor. At this point I couldn't sit still for long before switching again, maybe a few minutes or so at a time. "Sitting still" wasn't even an accurate description, since I fidgeted my hips and legs the whole time, too. I even liked to lay on my stomach a bit here and there - the pressure on my bladder against the solid floor felt amazing - that was until after a minute or so when it became a concern whether or not I was actually going to leak a bit! ^~^ Yuta glanced over at me a few times and kept silent, but I did catch him a few times crossing his legs out of my view hiding something, definitely not for the same reason I was crossing mine! It was 1:40 in the afternoon when we stopped that show, and it was also the time I finished that glass of water! If I had to guess, I'd say that I had somewhere near 2 cups or 0.4 L at the time and I was very aware of it. The squirming began, including the physical motions necessary to distract myself. I talked to Yuta about it for the first time since the morning, telling him how I was growing desperate. He said he could tell, and that it reminded him that he too was starting to feel a need to go. He excused himself from the room and headed into the bathroom. And fun fact!: our bathroom is very close to the bedroom and only one wall apart, so I could hear him splashing into the toilet and imagined to myself how good that would feel if it was me in there! He finished up and flushed, and I had to try SO hard then and there not to leak. I had to stand to keep myself in check. Yuta came out and saw me standing, tip-toed with my hands over my front legs. I felt so embarrassed that I turned away from him to sit back down again, all the while I'm pretty sure he got hard again! -v- Seeing as I was already desperate, I made a deadly choice that ended up being my downfall in the end (no pun intended), which was brewing a cup of coffee for me and Yuta. The brewing itself was difficult to get through, hearing more liquid pitter patters was the last thing I needed at that moment! I got the two mugs and waddled back over to our room where we started yet another sub-par flick, this time a movie. With each sip of coffee I took from then on I felt on its way to add to my already near-full bladder. I was so concentrated on that, my position, and distracting myself that I couldn't even pay attention to the movie! The sound just went in one ear and out the other! I don't think we got too far into it though, because at 2:14 precisely, a switch inside me flipped and I knew what had to be done. I shot up standing, Yuta slightly surprised because he was so into the movie, and told him to get ready to go. He got the message quick, and was going to get his keys when I decided to change. I stripped from my comfort clothes and started the painstakingly slow process of getting some new clothes on. I picked out black underwear, a nice blouse and some gray jeans and fit them on, only that the jeans took five times as long to get on. XD Trying to put my legs into the holes was a challenge, compressing my bladder each attempt I took, successful or not. I finally got them on and pulled them up. Buttoning them put extra pressure on my bladder as well. I began to come to my senses that this wouldn't be as much of a walk in the park as I thought it would be. It's nearly 2:20 now, and I was making my way down to the park one step at a time. At a glance you may haven't noticed anything off about me, but if you walked behind me or at a closer distance you would've been able to tell that I was not doing ok. I was walking with my hips swinging side to side. I wasn't walking, I was more putting one leg in front of the other over and over again, getting myself closer and closer to my destination. Everything was becoming hazy to me, how intense I was holding back my urge to let loose at any moment. Yuta was by my side, helping me when I needed it but also doing his best to stand back and watch me with his penetrating stare when he got the chance, that sly ass! 5 minutes later we made it to the public park. People were walking their dogs, elderly couples took strolls and sat down on benches, trees swayed, and I was fighting on the frontlines! I was sweating although it wasn't even warm out, my legs were shut together tight, my fists clenched, and I can't even begin to imagine the look I had on my face - a mix of desperation and a strained natural public expression. I felt only tightness and tingling at my crotch, my pussy already drenched from the excitement I forced myself through. Although it was a struggle, putting on this show in public was a turn on I didn't think I would enjoy as much as I did! And then it started... *fsh* I made a "peep" sort of gasp. Yuta quickly raised his head to glance. It was brief, but a small burst filled my underwear. My hands shot down and I leaned forward. I felt around for the damage, and felt a small wet spot on the front half of my underside. My jeans weren't too thick, which added to the risk-factor of someone noticing my leaks, making it more exciting. Yuta was also doing his best to hide his excitement at his crotch from any eyes that may be watching. My time was going to be running out soon, and I had to do my very best to cover it up. I perked my head up and scanned all around for a bathroom. I couldn't see one, but I could see a sign telling me that there was a bathroom ahead of it, less than 0.1 km away. That was my glimmer of hope in not publicly humiliating myself to the maximum. I felt a small wave of relief upon seeing that sign. A small wave? I thought to myself. Relief?! *pssshhh psshh psh psh* I shoved my hands into my pussy from outside my jeans trying to stop the leaks. My legs spread apart, my knees turned inward and bent down. My whole underside was drenched, even dripping a small bit, and Yuta got a front row seat to the show trying to shield the view of my small accident. This was the point where I really regretted the cup of coffee and how it flowed right through me. I had to hurry. Hunched over I shuffle from side to side at a hasty pace, determination mixed with lustful sensation in my eyes. One hand acted as a guard for my groin and the other along with my shoulder helped my stride in moving forward. Few people noticed but those who did understood pretty quick what I was going through. They silently related to their own predicaments they've experienced, all the while unaware of my true intentions. Yuta following closely behind helped mask these intentions further by making it seem truly like an accident (which it technically still was ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ). We finally made it to the sign, and the bathroom was in sight. All we had to do was make it there and we'd both be in the clear. I could see that it was unisex too. Perfect! I thought. We trudge through the remaining distance undeterred. I felt a *pss* and a *dribble* escape from me, and turn into a constant leakage, but I didn't care. I didn't care that my hand was getting messy, I didn't care that dark streaks started to form on my jeans, and I didn't care that my golden rain was trickling and splashing onto the park's paved road. I was enjoying the hell out of this, as much as I was suffering. My crotch was totally wet with a small constant flow making its way out. But finally, to our amazement, we made it to the unisex. I swing open the door and stumble in, not hesitating to leave a trail behind me. There's enough walking space to fit several people in the room. Yuta quickly jumps in behind me and shuts the door. I scramble to undo my pants. I try to undo my button. It doesn't budge. My bladder had swollen so much that my waist grew a margin bigger, making my jeans, and my button, tighter. "Oh fuck, NO!!~" I shout out. "What's wrong??" Yuta asks worriedly. "THE BUTTON'S STUCK!!" *frmm* *trickle* *splash splash* I stumble around trying my hardest to undo the stupidest button I've encountered in my life. Yuta told me it was about 5 seconds but to me it felt like several minutes; I finally managed to slip them off my waist. My piss has been high pressure bursting through a faulty but tight hole, but now is in full throttle as I still remain standing. Yuta has backed up as far as he could into the corner of the bathroom, but still can't avoid getting splashed. I throw my soaked jeans down to the ground around my ankles, crouched over in my last attempts to restrain my stream. I turn facing away from the toilet and realize that my panties were still on! *dribble splash splash* Urgently I fiddle to get them loose and swing them down with the jeans. My stream in this instance was directed all into my panties and jeans and frantically scramble to sit down. I land with a plop and... *fshhhhhhhhhhhhhh* - the noise that filled that bathroom to the brim. I looked around. There was a huge white-gold lake in the center of the bathroom, a smaller but sizable pond of it in front of the toilet, a splotched toilet seat, and nearly every square inch of the floor sprayed from the splash as I was fiddling with my jeans and trying to sit down. Yuta stood in the corner, his pants stained also from the splash. He was breathing heavy, as if feeling the same way I was feeling; he was also turned on. My entire lower half as well as both of my hands were dripping wet. The same could be said about my clothes below the waist. I continued reliving myself for another minute, the pressure dropping in intensity until all was reduced to a dribble. Me and Yuta laughed in ecstasy at the climax that unfolded. Before cleaning up, we both satisfied each other's lustful needs. We calmed down and cleaned up the mess with the paper towels that the bathroom conveniently had. It was a long process but eventually everything was dry. We're getting ready to leave when I realize that I'll have to put back on my already wetted jeans. I don't mind doing this, but I didn't need others knowing that I soiled myself completely at 20. XP I put my jeans into the sink and completely drench them, making it all look all one uniform shade of grey. All better. Me and Yuta take our leave and head home. It's the same day and I'm writing this from bed, still on some adrenaline reminiscing today's events. Thanks everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading about my clutz-ass! ; ) _______ Thanks for reading! It was lots of fun writing this in first person. I hope I kept the tone and word choice consistent enough, and sorry if I didn't :[ . I wanna give credit again to a favorite artist of mine Rune (https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/25170019) for some inspiration art for Mali's outcome in this ordeal! - (https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/98560804 and https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/98624593) I hope you enjoyed, and please let me know of any ideas you have regarding what I write about next! : )
  12. Draw someone pooping there pants
  13. My boyfriend stayed over for a few days while my roommate is out of town. We're both kinky and super into piss play, so we utilized the opportunity for lots of wet fun. (He gave me permission to share this story) normally he's the dominant in the relationship, but yesterday he was feeling very submissive. I decided to take the opportunity to try something I've always wanted to. He was wearing a black t-shirt and gray briefs that would show a wet stain very easily. He loves pet play when he's submissive, so I put him in his favorite dog ears, chocolate brown and dark grey, put a matching tail plug up his butt, put his favorite collar on him, and hooked on a chain leash. He's such an adorable puppy boy. I set up a nice big comfy doggy bed under my desk, laid down some puppy pads, and put a soft blanket over them. I got him settled nice and comfy under my desk, and started playing video games on my PC. I was wearing a high slit skirt, because nothing gives me more gender euphoria than agressively man spreading in a high slit skirt. While I was playing, I kept passing him water bottles to drink. Every time he got halfway through one, he got scratches on his head and chin while I called him a good boy, and every time he finished one he got belly rubs. He LOVES belly rubs. I was having a fun time on my favorite Minecraft server, and he was drinking his water like a good boy. The look on his face when I call him a good boy and give him scritches and belly rubs is so adorable. It always makes him so happy. Halfway through his third water bottle, he looked up at me with those adorable subby puppy eyes, and said the words I'd been waiting for all day. "Master... I need to use the bathroom." An evil grin spread across my face as I grabbed his. "Aww, does my little puppy need to pee?" "Y-Yes Master." He always gets so shy when he's submissive, it's so damn cute. "Well you're just gonna have to hold it until I give you permission. You're not allowed to pee until Master says you can. Now finish your water, puppy." He did as he was told, and I was paying a lot more attention to him than I my game. He started fidgeting not long after the third bottle, and I could already see him starting to get hard. I saw him grabbing his dick to try and hold it, but it also looked like he was rubbing his cock through his underwear. "Hands off puppy. You know you're not allowed to touch yourself without permission." "But Master, I really need to go!" "You're still not allowed. No touching your dick." "Yes Master..." He finished the bottle, and I once again made him flip over onto his back for belly rubs. He was squirming and whimpering so sweetly as I rubbed his cute tummy. He was getting really hard, and his bladder was starting to bulge out a bit. I pressed on it to see how he would react, and saw a little wet dot form at the tip of his dick. He grunted and whimpered as I saw him struggle to hold it. It was such a sexy sight, I was already dripping fucking wet. I got back to my game, my boyfriend planting his face between my thighs and finally starting to beg me to let him pee. I kept asking him to beg more to convince me, and goddamn it was hot to see a guy I knew could absolutely wreck my shit begging like that! I finally relented when he said, "Master I'm leaking. I can't hold it any longer, I need to pee right now!" I rolled back my chair to get a better look, seeing the tiny wet dot had grown to about the size of a quarter. I was also getting really fucking horny and was done waiting to see it. "Okay puppy, okay. On your hands and knees, leg raised, like doggies are supposed to pee. Give me a nice view of my boy making a mess." He did just as I told him to, and gave a big sigh as he soaked his briefs. He completely soaked his whole crotch in seconds, and it ran down his legs into the blanket and the puppy pads under it. There was a really loud hiss as he emptied his bladder for a solid minute. He really had to go. When he was done he sat down in his puddle and looked up at me with those adorable puppy eyes. Now I had been keeping hydrated too, and I was also needing to pee, albeit not nearly as bad as he did. And that display was so fucking hot, I needed to get out some of that horny. I praised him for obeying like a good boy, and pulled my skirt aside, showing him that I had 'forgotten' to wear panties. "Fuck that was hot puppy. You got your Master all worked up. Tell you what sweetheart, Master needs some relief too. Come over here and drink it, then lick me clean, and I'll let you cum inside me for being such a good boy." He scrambled forward and planted his face in my pussy before I could take another breath. I gave a little chuckle at his eagerness, and played with his hair as I relaxed my bladder. I sighed in relief as I started peeing, and immediately felt him swallowing. We do this a lot, so he's a pee drinking pro. Barely anything dripped down his chin into the seat, he's so good at swallowing. Must have learned that from his ex-boyfriends, lol. He didn't even wait 10 seconds after I was done peeing to start licking. When I tell you this man eats pussy like it's his last goddamn meal, I fucking mean it! He is a pussy eating CHAMPION! I got a little lost in how good it felt and let him keep going until I came three times. (Hey, it's hard to find a guy that can make you cum even once, I gotta get as many as I can!) I finally lead him over to the bed by his leash, pulled off his now cold wet briefs, and let him fuck me until he I had more than just pee dripping out of me. Afterwards we went through our usual aftercare routine; Candy and cuddles, with lots of praise and reassurance, a shower together, watching a movie, and just constant cuddles for the rest of the day. He's always clingy, but when he hits sub drop, man needs all the cuddles. So yeah, that was a fun day.
  14. After a long day of swimming and chilling on the balcony with a friend I felt like taking a long evening walk in the woods. Despite the warm weather i put my jeans on because you can always change later on the walk if you become too hot, right? Or if something else happens... 20220630_201654.mp4
  15. Yesterday was my day off from work so i decided to have some fun i woke up and went on with my standard morning routine but instead of having a single cup of coffee i drank 4 and got ready to ride my bike to hiking trail. I drank almost a liter of water and wore my yoga dark grey yoga pants. I bring 2 liters of water with me in my backpack. The trail was about 6 kilometres away and i already felt needing to pee halfway there thanks to my small bladder mean while i drank another liter and now i could really feel the need. As i rode my bike it really became pretty much impossible soon after that i felt the first leak even though i was trying my best to hold it. After that leaks were impossible to stop i leaked and leaked my butt was soaked and i felt the leaks coming with every time i move my legs. After it felt like i was done leaking i let go of my bladder it was so relieving! I rode back to my house with stares of strangers but it felt so good that i didnt even cared. It was an amazing experience that i will try sometime again !
  16. View File Old Snuppa videos The oldest Snuppa videos that I have Submitter gus74 Submitted 07/02/2022 Category Female  
  17. Addison, a beautiful brunette with long and curly hair, was having a normal work day. She got up, took care of her morning routine, then she got dressed, putting on her black work t-shirt and her new, form-fitting, khaki, semi-formal pants. Before leaving for her double, she made sure to fill her 32 oz water bottle all the way. Her first shift went by fine, it was really slow and the tables she was serving were low maintenance and nice enough. By the time she got back to work from break, she had refilled her water bottle 2 times. She was fine for the first 30 minutes of her shift, it was really busy and she didn’t even think about the slight discomfort growing in her bladder. Eventually, Addison’s need to pee became impossible to ignore, unfortunately, it was too busy for her to get the opportunity to go. it was like every time she got caught up on orders and all her tables were good, another table was seated in her section. She would’ve told the hostess that she needed her to slow down on seating her but when she went up,, the hostess was doing a pee dance behind the podium as customers kept on coming in, so Addison said nothing. As time went by, Addison was doing everything she could to not look desperate in front of her customers, however every drink she filled made her bladder hurt. Finally the rush died down and she was able to breathe. She went up to the hostess, Millie, to tell her she was going to the restroom, but before she could say anything millie, who had her legs crossed and both hands holding her crotch through her khaki shorts blurted “watch this, I’m about to pee myself” and ran to the restroom, which was in clear view of the host stand. Addison stood up front, She had her legs crossed, and since no one could see, she had one hand between her legs to help her hold it. She looked over longingly in the direction of the restroom, hoping to see Millie coming back, but instead she saw Millie standing in front of the door to the ladies room waiting. Millie was crossing and uncrossing her legs, shifting her weight from foot too foot, and bobbing up and down, while holding herself. Addison, seeing her desperation, felt her own increase. She tried to distract herself, she began fiddling with a pen for a bit but then a wave of desperation hit and she bent double, legs crossed, and grabbed her crotch. The wave subsided and she stood up straight again, her bladder had a noticeable bulge. She looked towards the restrooms again just in time to see Millie freeze, put a hand over her mouth, and dart out the door. There were a few drops of liquid on the floor where Millie’d been standing and Addison realized Millie had at least leaked if not completely lost it. However, 5 minuets later, Millie walked back and said “Phew, I almost peed all over myself, whoever is in there is taking so long that I had to run out to the dumpster area and relieve myself there. Addison noticed the smallest patch of damp material on Millies crotch and the faint smell of pee caused another wave of desperation. “Well, I gotta go!” And hurried. Being rather bladder-shy, Addison wasn’t eager to go pee outside so she tried the restroom door just in case and found it locked, so she nocked and a voice from inside said “Occupied, sorry I’m a bit sick rn” -fuck- she thought. “Ok ma’m, but if you could hurry, I really need to use it” Addison said. There was no answer. Addison waited about 7 more minutes when another wave hit, by this point she was doing a similar pee dance to Millie and despite grabbing herself with both hands and crossing her legs as tight as possible while bent at the waist, she felt two spurts of pee escape and a small patch of her khakis dampen slightly. Just as Addison was about to run outside, the restroom door opened and the manager walked out but before anything could be said, Addison dashed in, locking the door behind her. She ran to the toilet, fumbled with her belt for a few painful seconds, her legs shaking, her bladder quivering. After finally getting her belt undone, she started undoing her button but had to stop to press a hand to her throbbing urethra. She went to unzip her pants, but suddenly, the zipper was stuck. “Oh noooo, not now” she whimpered to herself. Addison tugged again at the zipper, to no avail. She was standing, butt hovering over the toilet, ready to sit as soon as her clothes were out the way, but the zipper was not budging. Another wave hit and she moaned and crossed her legs, bent double, pants now tightly digging into her bladder. She leaked again, and the dark patch at her crotch spread, she regained control and decided to try pushing the pants down anyway but her curvy figure prevented that. then, back to back waves as all the water she drank started to spurt to of her throbbing urethra, she kept tying to stop it but to no avail, the leaks kept happening and eventually, she completely lost control. the wet patch spread across her backside and down her legs in thin lines that thickened. it was so much pee that it burst through her pants, gushing through her clothes and onto the floor. She felt a combination of ecstatic relief and embarrassment as her bladder continued to empty. finally, she gave up trying to stop it and sat on the toilet, fully clothed, and let the pee just gush out of her. The stream was so powerful that it shot out go her and splattered all over the restroom floor. after the flow finally stopped, she messaged her manager and said she had started her period and then ran out the building so nobody could see what had happened. Addison spread a towel on the seat of her car and sat down, looking at her now-soaked pants. She tried her zipper again and this time, of course, it went down. She slid her pants down and touched the soaked crotch of her blue panties. She felt a shudder of pleasure run up and down her spine as she began to rub her clitoris through her panties. Then, she pulled them to the side and began rubbing it directly, biting her lip as she rubbed herself to the point of orgasm.
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    Welcome to the NBL! The No Bathroom League!!! Yea so... I spent WAY too long making character designs for WWE 2k22 of girls with wet pants and diapers. Instead of uploading screenshots, I decided to make a little trailer thingy. So enjoy... this is how I play this video game now. Participating character models: Trish Stratus Ariana Grande Sasha Banks Alexa Bliss Selena Gomez Peyton Royce Liv Morgan AJ Lee Rose from Blackpink Jennie from Blackpink Kayla Braxton Cora Jade Zelina Vega Kairi Sane
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  20. Got a little drunk and desperate~ I was holding it for 4 hours while I drank, my bladder was bursting, I couldn't stop crossing my legs and bouncing around grabbing myself. The black denim doesn't show much (I don't have a lot of jeans haha), but I lost control and peed my pants, I was totally soaked. 094457.mp4 I kept the jeans on after and drank more, I only held on for another hour before I got too desperate and completely flooded them again! 094458.mp4
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    Two yound women rush in to the toilet, visibly desperate to pee. But the toilet seems occupied. They go to the bathroom (with no toilet), and finally step into a bathtub and pee through the clothes (pants and panties). Then they try to wash the pee out of the bathtub. No nudity.
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  22. View File Bathroom race Two yound women rush in to the toilet, visibly desperate to pee. But the toilet seems occupied. They go to the bathroom (with no toilet), and finally step into a bathtub and pee through the clothes (pants and panties). Then they try to wash the pee out of the bathtub. No nudity. Submitter wether Submitted 07/01/2022 Category Female  
  23. Fair warning there is a brief mention of messing within the story. It was a proud day for Emily. It was such a momentous day that all her family and friends had travelled the full length of the land to see her big moment. Emily, the youngest to ever be drafted into the elite Ladies Syndicate Enforcement Agency, looked resplendent on the big stage. Her long turquoise dress made of the finest silk, hugged her lithe body and enhanced her ample breasts. Her smile was broad and seemed endless. She was basking in her big moment and all in the audience were proud of the young woman. Emily had worked incredibly hard to get to this moment. All the training, extra studying and time in the gym was now worth it. She collected her new badge and award with grace and style and then seated herself on a chair at the back of the stage with all of the other inductees. Okay, okay. It’s over now. Just sit here and relax. It’s fine. You have your award and badge, you’ve stood in front of the people, it’s over. How much longer? I need to pee. I really need to pee. Shit?! Did I already pee? Fuck, I did already pee. I need a toilet, man, come on! Calm down. It’s fine. Nobody can see. It’s fine. Just sit and smile. Keep smiling you stupid bitch. No! Don’t do that! Don’t touch your crotch, there’s a thousand people looking, don’t do that! Fuck, I’m wet! Come on, man! Seriously! Hurry up! I’m gunna wet myself here! I’m convinced I’m still peeing. I feel so wet and warm. I think it’s spreading! Is it spreading! No! Get yourself together! You leaked. You peed yourself a little, it’s nerves, it’s fine. Soon you’ll be off the stage and you can go to the toilet. Just hold on! The old guy will finish speaking then you’re free! The director of the Agency was speaking enthusiastically about the achievements his ladies had made over the previous twelve months. He expressed his pride in the latest crop of ladies to join his Agency and expressed his desire to have an even better year than the previous one and promised as much money or resources that were required to see his desire come to fruition. “So, without further ado. Please, one final round of applause for the class of 2022! Got bless you all!” The old man said passionately and was greeted by loud cheers, whistles and loud applause. The ladies, who were all seated at the back of the stage stood to take the applause. Then, after taking in all the adulation, the ladies drifted off stage in an organised single file. Now off the stage Emily searched hurriedly for a toilet. The building was not familiar to her and the signs were not at all helpful. She checked corridor after corridor with no luck. After some time she spotted an employee of the building and asked her where the toilets were, “they aren’t back here” came the response “all the public toilets are in the public area of the arena, bad design I know” Emily looked angrily at the woman as if it was all her fault. “Are you serious?” Emily asked. “Sadly, yes. But, if you’re desperate I guess you can use one of the dressing room toilets. I can get the keys, if you like?” The employee asked. “Yes, please!” Emily answered eagerly. The employee walked off, apparently in search of keys leaving Emily alone in the corridor. The footsteps of the employee trailed away but seemed to return very quickly. Emily turned towards the sound but was surprised to see it was one of her fellow inductees. “Hey” the stranger said to Emily “are you lost?” She asked. “Kind of, I was looking for a toilet but apparently they aren’t here so..” Emily trailed off. “You’re waiting for access to one?” The stranger finished Emily’s sentence “don’t bother” she said continuing “they’re revolting, I’ve been here before, seriously just do what I did” “What did you do?” Emily asked. “I pissed in the side alley” the stranger answered very matter of factly. “But it’s illegal to expose yourself in public, it’s punishable by five years in prison!” Emily said in horror. “You can’t expose yourself if you don’t move your underwear…” the stranger suggested. “You mean… wet myself?” Emily asked in shock. “Sure, why not? It ain’t gunna hurt you, look” the stranger then lifted up her dress to show Emily her pissy panties “it didn’t hurt, I’m still here” she said. “But that’s wrong! You’re a grown woman!” Emily said in disgust. “Don’t throw stones if you live in a glass house” the stranger said gesturing towards Emily. Emily blushed and instinctively crossed her legs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” Emily lied. “I have a nose” the stranger said knowingly. Emily blushed again and whilst she wanted to respond she couldn’t find the words. So, in the end she smiled painfully and just stared at the floor. “Don’t be embarrassed” the stranger said “it’s just pee, it happens and I’m sure you’ll learn that sooner or later” the stranger smiled broadly at Emily and then walked away. A moment later the employee returned with the keys for the dressing rooms. “You can use that one there” she said “it’s been unused for a while so it should be clean”” “Thank you” Emily said. The employee opened the door and Emily dashed straight to the far side door which she assumed correctly to be the toilet. She opened the door to see a bare room with white walls equipped only with a toilet and a sink. Emily hovered over the toilet and thought hard about what the stranger had said. She rubbed her pussy gently and realised she had peed more than she thought. Her pussy throbbed and she was confused by the sensation. Her stomach was doing somersaults and she felt nervous again. She lifted her dress well above her waist and sat on the toilet, and instantly began to empty her bladder. She breathed deeply as the relief washed over her. Her ordeal was over. She had made it to the toilet. She felt relieved. But, as she pissed through her panties she was hit with an unusual sensations. She knew the sensation but she couldn’t believe she was feeling it right then, as she was wetting herself. She was horny. In the bare bathroom, all alone and away from the world Emily rubbed herself to a pissy, intoxicating climax. “Emily Fairfax” the strong masculine voice called out. Emily turned sharply towards the sound of the voice. The wide corridor was thick with people and Emily began to slowly and painstakingly push her way through the throngs of people. She carefully peered through every pane of glass that lined the furthest sides of the corridor, hoping to spot the man she knew was calling her name. “Emily Fairfax” the voice called again, but louder than last time. “I’m coming” Emily shouted in reply and continued her push forwards. Eventually, Emily found herself in front of the man who had called her name. She knew the man, though not well. She also knew why she was being called. He was the senior case officer for her department and he had a job for her. Mike was a short, stocky man who looked older than he was. His face looked old and aged by a lifetime of stress and conflict. His flaky grey hair and unshaven face did little else except add to the aura of a man who was unconcerned with the thoughts and opinions of others. “Nice to see you” Mike Malloy, the senior case officer said in greeting to Emily. “Yes, it is” Emily blundered “I mean, nice to see you too” she corrected herself nervously. Mike laughed at the young woman’s blunder. “I’ll cut to the chase” Mike said “I want you to take your first case, you’ve been here for a while now but you’ve been mostly confined to desk work. I think it’s time for you to get out there and earn your stripes” Emily stared in disbelief. She had dreamt of her first case, she had longed to be the one doing the work and putting bad people behind bars but now it was in front of her and she was both disbelieving and terrified. “Are you sure, sir? I mean, I’m still quite new here really” Emily said nervously. Mike sensed the young woman’s reluctance. “I’ll be straight with you” Mike said “there are some folk here who think you are not cut out for this line of work, some folk think you would be happy working at a desk your whole career. I’m not one of them. I know you have it in you to do this job, you just need to get out there and do it. The thought is worse than the reality. So, can I put your name down for this case?” Emily blushed and shifted uncomfortably when she realised even the thought of taking her own case had made her urinate. This was Emily’s only reply. A silent, secretive reply that only she was aware of. A reply that adequately described her true feelings towards the question which had been asked, but which must not be shared to any but herself. “Splendid” Mike beamed, taking Emily’s silence for acceptance “go home now, get some rest and then tomorrow go and see Barbara. She’ll be the lead investigator on the case and you’ll work under her but for all intents and purposes, it’ll be your case. Now, off you go. Get some rest” and with that Mike went back to his office. He didn’t wait for any acknowledgment from Emily. Emily stood in silence for several moments, contemplating what had just happened. Her day had been going so well, her comfortable desk job was all she really wanted and she could see that now. However, that is not what she had signed up for and she knew it. Emily trudged to the ladies bathroom and locked herself in a stall. The room was empty so nobody could hear her whimpers and heavy breathing. She was sorely afraid. She didn’t know what her case wound be, but she feared it would be the worst of the worst. She hiked her skirt up and panties down and released a thick torrent of urine into the bowl below. Her stomach churned gravely and her bowels were loosened by nerves. She swept back her thick red hair and wondered why she had chosen this path. She was not cut out for this. She was too afraid. Even the thought of taking her own case had made her pee in her panties, so she feared what the reality what make her do. She feared disgracing herself in front of her colleagues. But for now, she contested herself with wiping her pussy dry, dabbing her damp underwear and telling herself it found all wait until tomorrow. The next day came around faster than Emily could ever have imagined. She had went home immediately after speaking to Mike the day before and upon arriving home she began to drink. By the late evening she had consumed three bottles of wine and had passed out on her sofa. She had slept deeply in a drunken stupor and had missed all the warnings her bladder had sent her. The first she knew of this was when she woke up with a splitting headache, a swirling stomach and a suspiciously wet sofa. At first, Emily merely shifted uncomfortably, happily ignorant to the fact she had wet herself in her sleep. However, her blissful ignorance was soon disturbed when her bladder failed again. For a second time since she passed out Emily started to wet herself. The first she knew of her impending accident was when her crotch suddenly and unexpectedly turned warm. Then, she became aware that the warmth was spreading. Her pussy, ass, back and legs were all warm and she felt a sensation of water or swimming. When she finally became aware of what was happening, she made no effort to fix the situation. Emily remained still, blissfully cocooned in a soothing warmth. She had to move eventually, she knew that, but she wasn’t ready yet. She rubbed the soaked material of her panties and squeezed out a trickle of fresh pee. She rubbed again. Her pussy throbbed and moistened, except now it wasn’t pee that moistened her pussy. She rubbed again. Again. Again. Again. She rubbed herself furiously as her body trembled and tingled. The sensations were building. Her mind and body became numb to all except the sensations of pleasure. Her body trembled and spasmed gently as the pleasure built. She moaned audibly. Her fingers were sticky wet and becoming wetter with every passing second. She rubbed harder, sensing she was close. Her body trembled and she began to pee again. She climaxed. A powerful, pissy climax that made her whole body shudder. She couldn’t move. Her hand remained inside her pissy panties. Then her phone rang. Emily glanced at her phone screen, it was Mike. Emily immediately answered the call, taking not a single second to compose herself after her powerful climax. “Hello?” Emily answered the call. “Good afternoon, Emily” Mike said. Emily senses irritation in his voice and then she filled with panic when she realised it was almost three in the afternoon, she was seriously late. “I’m sorry” Emily said hurriedly “I’ve been held up all day, I’ll be there within the hour” “You’ll be here within thirty minutes or you’ll get your notice tomorrow. Don’t fuck with me Emily. I put my neck out for you, don’t balls it up. Be here in thirty minutes” Mike then ended the call. Emily had half an hour to clean herself up and get to the station. She got up from the sofa and ran to the bathroom. She peeled off her pissy panties and turned on the shower. She discarded her panties into a corner of the room and then she showered thoroughly but quickly. With her hair still wet, she ran into the bedroom and set out her outfit for the day. Black combat trousers, black t shirt, black toe capped boots, this was her uniform. The standard uniform of the Agency. She rushed around looking for underwear and cursed herself when she realised she had no clean panties available. She didn’t debate the problem for long, she would not go commando. She rummaged through her dirty washing and laid out all of her panties in a line on the floor. Her plan was to choose the cleanest and wear them but none were as clean as she would like. In the end, she chose a pair of dark blue bikini briefs which were slightly pee stained but were otherwise clean. She got dressed quickly and brushed her teeth. She was in a rush, she had only fifteen minutes left. With a splitting headache, a swirling stomach and in a generally bad mood, Emily got in her car and drove. To what, she was not sure. Emily arrived in Mike’s office with only a few minutes to spare. She looked well turned out and professional but inside she felt terrible. Her hangover was strong and it was only caffeine and gum that made her situation bearable. Inside the office she found Mike pouring through papers, she knocked on the open door to alert him to her presence. Mike looked up from his papers, “nice of you to join us” he said sarcastically. “I’m sorry” Emily said sincerely. “It’s fine. You’re here now, sit down please” Mike said and then explained to Emily exactly what her case would be. “There’s been some strange happenings over at the old car factory, you know the place? Over past the stadium?” Emily nodded, Mike continued. “It’s a simple case, just go there and see what’s going on. It’s probably just kids but just in case it’s more serious, we’re sending you in with a small team. You should have seen Barbara but because of your timekeeping that’s not possible now. So, go down to the duty room and ask for Sarah and Clara. They’re on your team and going with you to investigate the factory. Don’t forget, this is your case. You are in charge. Now, off you go. Be safe” Emily nodded acceptance of her orders and then left Mike’s office. Emily felt relieved. She had feared a dangerous case but investigating a factory seemed easy. She felt at ease. So, with a steady heart she met Sarah and Clara in the duty room and then, the three ladies went to investigate the car factory. It was almost five in the afternoon when the ladies arrived at the factory. The sun was gloomy grey and seemed to offer nothing but forbidding. The three ladies stepped out from their vehicle and stared at the vast, expansive building that towered in front of them. “I think it’s best if we split up” Emily suggested. The two other ladies murmured agreement. “Sarah, you start at the south end and start making your way north. Clara, you start at the north end and look to meet Sara in the middle. I’ll start from the west and head east, if all goes well we’ll all meet somewhere in the middle. Sound good?” Emily asked and again recurved a murmur of agreement. The ladies set off in their respective directions towards the forbidding factory. The vast building was in neglect and had not seen human activity in many years. All three ladies were nervous upon setting foot in the factory. They had went there expecting kids, but what awaited within was far worse. Emily’s hurried footsteps echoed around the cacophonous space. She was running. She was being chased. Voices spoke in a language she did not understand, but they were getting closer. Emily stepped quickly to the left to hide in a small alcove. She pulled an iron sheet in front of her to act as a door and shield. She was hidden, for the time being at least. She stood bolt upright and perfectly still. Her breathing was laboured but she tried hard to not be heard. The voices were closer now, very close. Emily could hear make voices speaking and they were getting closer. There was a gun shot and the sound echoed throughout the factory. Emily jumped. She was filled with terror. A terror she had never known before. She sobbed silently hoping it would all be over soon or that it was just a bad dream. She didn’t know it, but she was wetting herself. At the sound of the gunshot her bladder had failed and poured its contents down Emily’s legs. She didn’t notice. She was too afraid to notice. Warm urine flowed through her underwear and streamed down both legs. Most trickled gently into her boots, but some flowed over her boots and streamed underneath her iron clad hiding place. An iron clad hiding place that soon descended into chaos. The iron sheet was thrown back. Emily was exposed. The men searching for her had seen her urine trickling from beneath the iron sheet. Emily screamed as the men grabbed her. She wriggled and fought but they were too strong. She screamed for help, but no help came. Emily was dragged to an old shell of a car and forced onto her knees. She was crying and screaming for help but no help seemed near. Emily pleaded but the men ignored her. Emily’s colleagues joined her by the car shell soon later and the ladies were reunified again. All three girls were crying and pleading for mercy. They were all on their knees, terrified and unknowing of what was to come. Emily and Sarah were both soaked in urine. Both girls had lost their bladders when they had been found by the men. The other girl, Clara, seemed to be the only one who had not disgraced herself. The ladies were left alone for ten minutes. They had no idea what their captors were doing. “We have to get out of here” Emily whispered, but she got no response except the constant crying and whimpers from her colleagues. Then the men returned. There were four men. One of them had a gun. The armed man strode towards the ladies and held the gun to Sarah’s head. “Tell me who you are?” The man demanded in an unusual accent. “I’m nobody” Sarah pleaded. “Lies! Truth, or I kill your right now!” The man growled. “It is true! Please!” Sarah pleased. “Kill her” another man called out. The man primed his gun. Sarah screamed a wild scream, a scream made only by one staring death in the face. The man placed his finger on the trigger. “No!” Sarah screamed. The trigger moved. “I’m in charge!” Emily shouted. All four men turned to stare at the young woman. Emily saw their gaze and shuddered. “You’re in charge?” The man with the gun asked in surprise. “I am Emily Fairfax and this is my team!” She screamed angrily. “You? Boss? Boss that pisses herself, yeah right” the man spat in disgust. “Yes. I’ve pissed myself. I pissed myself this morning too, last night I wet the bed. I might be scared but I’m still in charge, so fuck you” Emily said defiantly. The four men looked at each other then looked back at Emily. Urine was pooling around her again. “You piss yourself now?” The man asked. “Yes” she answered defiantly staring the man straight in the eyes. “That’ll do” a male voice called out from the distance. Then it was all over. The voice who called out was Mike Malloy. He strode towards the three ladies snd greeted them a friendly hello. The three girls were in stunned disbelief. The three started at each other as if one of them had an answer. The girls were bewildered and looked at Mike for an explanation. “East girls” he said calmly “it’s all part of the training” he said matter of factly. “Part of the training?” Emily asked in astonishment. “Yeah. We needed to know neither of you would lose your nerve if captured. You all passed” Mikes attitude was verging on insulting and the ladies were becoming angry. “A test? A test? I was terrified” Sarah shouted angrily. “I thought we were all going to die” Clara put in. “It’s over now though” Mike said “you all passed and it’ll be made known that you’re now full inductees. Congratulations! But now, I’ve gotta run” then he left. Just like that. The girls were freed from their bindings and were then left alone. They still didn’t comprehend exactly what had transpired. It felt like a really bad joke, in really bad taste. The three girls were walking back to their vehicle in silence. It was now late evening and the gloomy grey had been replaced by a bright pink hue. Emily decided it was her responsibility to break the silence and lighten the mood. “I hope we have something to sit on in the car, I’m a mess” Emily said. “Me too” Sarah said “that was horrible” Emily nodded agreement. “You must be braver than us” Emily said to Clara. “I’m not” she answered calmly. “You are! Look at me! I’m a mess, I didn’t think it was possible to pee as much as I did” Emily said humorously. “I’m not brave” Clara said again “I wet myself too, probably more than both of you” “Doesn’t look like it to me” Emily said. “I’m wearing a diaper” Clara admitted “I was scared that this might happen, so I wore a diaper. When I get scared I pee, I can’t help it” she said sadly. “Me too” Sarah chimed in. “And me” Emily agreed. “I might have done a little more than pee…” Sarah admitted “when he had that gun at my head I felt like something happened, you know, back there” Sarah said gesturing to her butt. “Let me see and I’ll tell you” Emily offered helpfully. Sarah dropped her soaked black combat trousers to reveal her urine and poop stained underwear. Her white briefs did nothing to hide her double accident. “Is it bad?” Sarah asked. “You’ve definitely had a number two accident” Emily said “but it’s not too bad” “Oh well. Not the first time” Sarah said calmly as she pulled her trousers back up “anyone else shit themselves?” Sarah asked in amusement. “No” Emily said truthfully “but I wet myself two or three times and if I’m being honest, these panties were already pee stained before I wore them this morning. I ran out of clean panties and these were the cleanest I could find” “Sounds familiar” Sarah said with a chuckle. “I’d peed myself before even getting out the car! I just saw the place and it looked so scary, I just peed. Not much but I did” Clara said. “Me too” Emily admitted. “Look at us” Sarah said “three ladies of the elite Ladies Syndicate Enforcement Agency and not a single one of us can control our bladders!” All three girls laughed. This was their first day together. It would not be their last.
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