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Peed in at Last Well, many months ago, I was feeling naughty and so I slipped into a Goodnite, and after wearing it about the house for the afternoon, I brought myself to a lovely orgasm using a vibrator and my hands on my bed. After climaxing, I dozed a little, and my girl juices absorbed into the pull-up. I pulled it off, tossed it into my cupboard in the box where all the odd diapers go, and went about my afternoon. Fast forward to a couple of days ago, where I was padding about the flat and after doing some other chores, I decided to re-organize my diaper collection. As it stands, my diaper collection is a couple of boxes in the bottom of the closet, but if not properly arranged, it can spread into 4 or 5 boxes, and get mixed in with my panty collection, shows and other cupboard stuff. I was partially motivated to clean up my collection is that people may come over during the holiday and I want to make it as easy as possible to hide my diaper stash, and also because it’s been sprawling for a while, to the point where I don’t even know what’s there. So I dragged everything out and sorted it as best I could; pull-ups in one box, tape up diapers in another, with cloth diapers, training pants and plastic pants going in a third. My random collection of pads turns out to be dwindling after all my fun with pads experimentation this year, so this now comfortably fits in a small bag in one of the boxes. I also found totally random stuff like empty baby powder shakers, a diaper pin, an old vibrator, and like 10 year old tampons. Anyhow, mixed in with this hodgepodge of absorbent products I happened upon a certain Goodnite. It had the rumpled look of a pull-up that had previously been worn – the sides were a little stretched out, and the gusset was rounded and puffier than unworn pull-ups. It’s not uncommon for me to wear a pull-up and having not wet it, toss it into my stash to be worn another time. When I was growing up and wearing Goodnite every night, an environmentally conscious Rachel would always re-wear Goodnites that survived the night dry, though as you will know, this was not as common an occurrence as all that. On these occasions I would typically be wearing the Goodnite the following night, or at least within the next few days. Anyhow, I peeked inside and rather than seeing perhaps a little small smudge of dried girl juices – the kind that you find in your panties after a day at work, or in your dry diaper in the morning after a lucky night. Instead, the front part of the diaper, the part that comes into contact with my wet girl parts, was stained a dark yellow. It seems as though little microbes and the air had dried the wetness left by my masturbatory adventure months previous into a delightful little stain. I snapped a couple of pictures, and decided to be a little naughty. While I had previously been sorting my diapers in panties and PJ bottoms, I slipped these off, and pulled on the old Goodnite. I felt naughty, knowing how dirty they were. I finished sorting my diapers after a short while. I found that I went faster and faster as I got more and more excited. Handling all these diapers and feeling the Goodnite I was wearing, and just being surrounded by the smell of diapers was quickly going to my head. I tucked everything away back in the closet, grabby my favorite vibrator, and hopped onto the bed. I slid my hand into my diaper and pressed the vibrator firmly in just the right spot. With my spare hand I felt my breasts and the outside of the Goodnite, revelling in the sensation. I then slipped a couple of fingers inside myself and quickly brought myself to a juicy and leaky orgasm. I lay on my back for a little while, enjoying the after affects of a delightful orgasm. This time, when the urge to pee arrived, which it always does after an orgasm, rather than taking the Goodnite off like I had all those months earlier, I rolled over onto my belly and released, soaking it completely. After a little while longer I got up, slid it off and dried myself off. I snapped a couple of additional picture of the now soaked Goodnite. Wet at last. I pulled my panties and PJ bottoms back on, affixed a pad into my panties, given that my girl bits were still oozing delicious wetness, and went about my afternoon. Hope you enjoyed my little dirty adventure. Rach

Well I wasn't going to download this, as it's not my cup of pee, but I thought some of you perverts might be interested, so here's the Gigapeta link in case this is your thing: http://gigapeta.com/dl/7672408af9d6e1

Hello friends! Recently I learned how to edit anime images to make the girls in them wet/pee themselves. So I'm looking for new images to edit. Nevertless, I'm not good at editing puddles. I'm perfect at bedwettings, leggings and panties, because I'm good at photoshoping the stream and the wet spot. If you want an image to be edited, send it here on this post. If I can edit it I will edit for you and send back by private chat. I have already edited some, so if you want them just ask by private message. Thanks, and let's have fun. PS: sorry for my bad english.

Another one from the vault. Mako walked into the restroom with as much confidence as she'd enter any room. Her first glance was at the row of toilet stalls. All three were occupied. "Damn," she said under her breath. She would have preferred it not come to this, but she'd known perfectly well it might, and was up to the task. With undiminished confidence, she leisurely cut a diagonal path across the square-tiled room and snatched at the paper towel dispenser, which surrendered her two jagged-edged rectangles with a deep rumble. Clutching the coffee-colored paper in her hand like a mouse in the talons of a hawk, she casually strolled up to the row of urinals, taking her place right between two that were presently occupied. The young user of the fixture on her left shifted his position shyly, giving himself more woman-free personal space, then tried to continue with his business, all while keeping his gaze off Mako and pretending that he hadn't noticed her. The reaction on the right was more overt. The man using that urinal jerked in surprise when he saw the appealingly-dressed woman walking up next to him. He quickly cut off his stream, and zipped up his fly after everything was tucked away. "Don't be ashamed," Mako said, shooting him a cocky smile. "It's not that small." He stood there, his face bubbling with several emotions, but he was obviously unsure how to express them to this stranger in this strange situation. Mako looked at the device she was about to make use of. She had seen a few urinals in her life, but had never paid much attention to them, since she'd never had to use one. It was a smooth, roughly rectangular piece of dull white ceramic. It began about two and a half feet off the floor with a trough that looked like the bleached mandible of a parrot. A vertical hood went up either side for about two feet until they met a horizontal mantle that proudly displayed the company logo and served as the foundation for a piece of corroded plumbing, shaped almost like an old fashioned pump, where the flush handle was located and where the source of the water for flushing met the porcelain fixture. As she sized it up, she spoke to her fellow restroom-users. "Well? Isn't anybody gonna ask what I'm doing here?" "This is the men's room, you..." "Yeah, I know what room this is," Mako said. "The urinals and penises clued me in." Having determined how to deal with a urine receptacle designed for a man, she spun around and prepared to relieve herself. "The line to the ladies' room is a mile long," she continued, "and I've got better things to do with my time than wait for a piss." "You can't just barge in here!" Mako zeroed in on the man's face with an intimidating glare. "I can do whatever I want, so far as there's nobody to force me not to." Without taking her eyes off him, she reached up into her skirt to pull her panties down to the bottom of her thighs. "I don't need any man to tell me what I am or am not permitted to do." She hiked her skirt up and thrust her bottom in the direction of the urinal, showing no modesty. "If you want a woman to act humble and meek at the sound of your voice, then go pay for a hooker." Without a word, the man left the room. "I hope he isn't employed here, because he didn't wash his hands," Mako quipped as she let loose on the urinal like a sandblaster on a wall. The other person at a urinal, who was still having some trouble completing his business, smiled nervously at this. The next thing that came out of Mako's mouth was an uninhibited moan of pleasure. For a few moments it looked like the woman was connected to the urinal by a rope of translucent yellow. The force of the evacuation caused her muscular thighs to become adorned with glistening droplets as some of her output ricocheted off the back of the urinal. Her impatient bladder was forcing so many milliliters out per second that her session with the device of male convenience was short. The almost solid-looking stream thinned out and bent downward, like water from a drinking fountain when pressure it taken off the button. Mako cut it off when it started to splatter on the floor. Then she wiped herself with the paper towels she'd taken. They were much more coarse than toilet paper, and her face betrayed a slight look of discomfort when she raked one of them across the most sensitive part of her body. She did the rest of the wiping much more gently. She kept the moist paper between two fingers on her left hand as she pulled up her panties and pushed down the handle to wash away her golden offerings to the porcelain god. She tossed it in the wastebasket on her way to the sinks. As Mako went to wash her hands, she again brushed elbows with the young man who'd used the urinal to her left. It was impossible for her not to notice the large, pointed bulge in his pants. "Enjoy the show?" she asked. "I...I wasn't looking." Once her hands were cleaned and dried by more of the brown paper towels, she pushed her way out the door, and relished the looks of surprise she got when she walked out of the men's room.

Ahsoka woke up naked in her room she shared with her master Anakin Skywalker, she always woke up with a full bladder everyday. Now Anakin was in the bathroom doing a shower and she had to pee desperately. Ahsoka quickly knocked on the door to tell Anakin that she had to go, “Aaaa, Anakin please let me in I have to pee so badly do you want me to wet myself?” Anakin woke got out of the shower and opened the door to the bathroom, she was happy with Anakin for letting her relieve her desperation to fucking pee. Anakin walk back to the shower but Ahsoka’s full bladder kept getting worse from every step she took. Now Ahsoka was about to relieve herself but she slipped on the wet floor the Anakin did when he came out of shower and she still had to pee desperately. Ahsoka’s bladder throbbed while she fell and could feel her piss pushing on her aching naked orange pussy and her bladder. She quickly tried to get back up, but she couldn’t get herself up just then Ahsoka sensed Padmé coming to so they could both secretly wet themselves together. Just then there knock on the door it was Padmé she was already there, Ahsoka trying again to get up but she couldn’t but then let out a squirt of pee out. She tried one more time and it worked this time she got up and because she just couldn’t let herself pee in the toilet and let poor old Padmé wait for her to open the door until there was no more fuel in the tank. Ahsoka walked over to where the main entrance door was and let Padmé in, her bladder couldn’t cope the journey to the door as it released another squirt of pee onto the carpet. She did not give up on her friend even know that she was still naked and had to pee. Her bladder throbbed as she placed her hands over her pussy and grabbed her bladder tightly and continued walking, she made it the she had to release one of her hands to open the door. She reached her left hand over to unlock the door as she did and let Padmé in and she closed the door. She started losing control of her desperation and couldn’t hold it anymore that she peed in front of Padmé and she ruined the front door carpet. Anakin now out of the shower with a black towel on above his legs, Ahsoka quickly said to him” Anakin I er I er sort of had an accident on this carpet!” Anakin replied with “So you mean that you pissed yourself on this carpet.” “Yes.” Replied Ahsoka. Ahsoka quickly got dressed to cover up her meaty orange breasts and put on her panties and her Jedi clothes on and left with Padmé to go pee themselves in secret. To be continued

Hey, it's been a while since I've posted a story. I've been toying around with the concept behind this story for a while, but couldn't figure out how to make it work until a week and a half ago, when the words just really started to flow from my brain onto the keyboard. A week ago I even announced in a status update that I was going to get this story done and posted by the end of today (along with a little preview you might have already read), and for once I finally met my deadline. ===== The City Without a Ladies Room It's hard to focus on work, or much of anything else when you really have to pee. I didn't need to pee, I had used the men's room only an hour ago. But I was still quite distracted because of my co-worker Erin, because I knew she really had to pee quite badly. Erin had come in shortly before 8 AM, sipping on a large Starbuck's coffee. She had finished draining it within an hour and helped herself to several refills with office coffee throughout the day. I know what you're thinking, Erin could just take a quick break to visit the ladies room when she inevitably needed to pee after all that coffee. I would have thought the same thing, until I moved here recently to take this job. I had spent the first day traveling the city shopping for stuff for my apartment. I was always able to find a men's room in department stores, restaurants, and the malls. There were even plenty of urinals out in public places, often without much of any privacy screens, which plenty of men freely used. But throughout the entire day I never saw a single ladies room. I began to realize as the day went by that many of the women I saw looked rather uncomfortable, especially the women working the stores I visited. Many of the women I saw kept shifting their legs around anxiously, a few were even openly holding themselves. It seemed that all the women I saw needed to pee, some of them quite badly by mid-afternoon. I soon realized they had been holding it all day since they had left home. But there was nowhere for the women to go, so they all just held it without complaint as they continued to work or shop, as if this was an ordinary thing. Women in this city were expected to hold it until they got home where they could finally use their own toilet. Back to the present, Erin's love for her Starbuck's coffee was only making the lack of a ladies room even more of a problem for her bladder situation as the day went on. To my surprise Erin was fine throughout the morning despite draining several large cups of coffee. I guess when you can't pee in public and you love your coffee you build up a larger bladder overtime. But by the early afternoon Erin finally began to get fidgety and shift her legs around as she worked at her desk, but that didn't stop her from grabbing yet another coffee soon after coming back from lunch. By 3 PM Erin was openly crossing her legs as we worked together on a project. She clearly needed to pee, probably quite badly by now, yet she was just starting on her 5th cup of coffee by my count. I had been silent on the subject all day, but given how bad her bladder situation appeared to be getting, and how we still had another 2 hours of work left, I had to say something. "Erin, is that coffee really a good idea considering how much you've already had today?" I asked her. "Truthfully, it's probably not Jeff. I've already gotta piss pretty bad when I get home, I haven't gone in 8 hours already" she admitted sheepishly as she took another sip of coffee, all while continuing to squirm around anxiously in her seat. "Then maybe you shouldn't drink the rest of that cup of coffee, otherwise it'll make you need to pee even worse" I suggested sensibly. "I mean what is it, your 5th one today Erin? You must be dying to pee already, and we've still got 2 more hours left until quitting time!". "I know, but I'm addicted Jeff, I've gotta have my coffee. Surely you understand, you've had nearly as much coffee as me Jeff " she pointed out, with an eye on my own coffee cup. "Yes, but I've already had to use the office men's room 3 times today because of drinking all that coffee Erin. You haven't been able to go even once, and you've had more coffee then me already due to that large Starbuck's coffee you picked up on the way to work!" I pointed out. I left it unsaid how badly I had needed to pee before visiting the men’s room each time, I'm sure it's the last thing Erin would have wanted to hear while dealing with such a full bladder. "Oh, don't worry about me Jeff, I can handle a little more coffee" Erin insisted without concern. Her coffee cup was anything but 'little' like she insisted. "I know I said I really had to pee bad when I got home, but I can hold it till then Jeff. This is hardly the first time I've risked having one too many cups of coffee out in public, I'm used to dealing with the consequences of my caffeine addiction Jeff. Now let's get back to work, shall we?". I tried to focus on work with Erin like she asked, but it was extremely difficult to. Erin was already quite the eye candy to look at with her beautiful long dark hair, her slender body, and her warm smile. Not to mention she was about my age, mid-20's. How could I possibly focus on work when a girl like that was sitting next to me bursting for a pee, and squirming around in her seat in the sexiest way? How could I focus on work when I knew that Erin still had to hold on for several more hours, because there were no lady's rooms in the city? How could I focus on work when Erin insisted on continuing to drink more coffee anyway despite her obviously desperate need to pee? Bad as the situation was for Erin, the thought that she might not be able to make it excited me. Let's just say I was very glad that my crotch was hidden from Erin's view at that moment. By 4:30 PM, with 9 and a half hours separating her from her last trip to her toilet at home, and her 5th cup of coffee fully drained, Erin couldn't sit still anymore. She rocked back and forth at the edge of her seat, trying to jam her heel against her pee hole as she tried to focus on her work. A quick look around the office told me that Erin was hardly alone in her struggle. Even the women who had tried to avoid drinking too much throughout the day had built up a large supply of piss in their bladder by now. The women were all clearly eager to rid themselves of their brewing load of boiling piss when they got home, some more then others, as seen by all their uncomfortable squirming. But none of them had drank as much coffee as Erin had, so she probably needed a piss the worst of all. "Ok, maybe that last cup of coffee was a mistake Jeff" Erin finally admitted as she held herself. "I know you're thinking it Jeff, don't deny it" she added. "I was debating telling you 'I told you so', but now I don't have to" I admitted. "I know you really love your coffee Erin, but you had to know you'd be feeling it later like this when you drank so much. Why do you do it to yourself when you know you won't be able to pee for a number of hours?". "Because I refuse to let the availability of a toilet dictate my life Jeff" Erin answered stubbornly as she continued to squirm around anxiously in her seat. “And besides, if I didn’t need to piss bad by now towards the end of my shift, I’d be severely dehydrated Jeff. So, it’s better for me to drink a bunch of coffee like you guys, even if I can’t pee for a long while. My bladder will just have to deal with it and wait till I’m home”. "Have you ever had to find a secluded alley to take a leak because you had too much coffee and waited too long?" I asked curiously. "No! That's gross and illegal Jeff!" she answered with disgust. "And no, I wouldn't consider doing such a disgusting thing even if it were legal, I’d still hold it!" she added, with her legs now tightly crossed. "You guys may be able to drink your coffee and pee whenever you want, but not me, us ladies just have to hold it Jeff". I'm sure the last half hour of work stretched out the slowest for Erin. By now I felt myself needing to pee yet again from my last coffee, and it was quickly becoming more urgent. I knew I should just get up and use the men's room, especially before I left the office. But I didn't want to miss a second of Erin's desperate struggle, so I held it with her without saying anything about my need. When the clock finally hit 5 PM Erin was too busy typing up an email to notice the time, and I selfishly kept silent about it. I wondered how much longer Erin would keep working and delay her trip home for a much-needed piss if I said nothing. Erin was my next-door neighbor at the apartment I had recently moved into, so we both took the same bus to and from work. I knew we didn't need to rush out of the office right away at 5 PM to catch the first bus home, but we couldn't waste too much time before leaving either. It took 10 minutes before Erin finally realized what time it was, I was almost glad when she finally did, as I really needed to pee by that point. "Jeff look at the time! We need get moving, otherwise we'll miss the first bus home" Erin announced anxiously as she moved to shut her computer down. I quickly followed suit. "I'm glad the workday is finally over Jeff. I really want to get home so that I can pee for the first time in 10 hours" she added happily as she fidgeted her legs around. "Now that you mention it, I've definitely got to pee before we leave Erin. I wish the men's room wasn't in the opposite direction of the elevator" I told her. I wasn't trying to purposely delay Erin farther, I was seriously doubting that I could hold it till I got back home if I tried. I was about ready to grab my cock through my pants in desperation. Still, I couldn't help but feel insensitive telling Erin I needed to stop and take piss before we left, knowing that Erin needed to pee much worse and had been holding it for much longer. Erin gave me an annoyed look. "We don't have time for you to run across the building for a piss Jeff, we'll miss the first bus for sure if you do. Just use the public urinals in the lobby area" Erin suggested in a matter-of-fact tone as she beckoned me to follow her to the elevator. She was referring to several urinals by the front door of the office building with practically no privacy except for your turned back. While I didn't have anything against using a urinal with basically no privacy, the thought of using it in front of Erin and the other women who hadn't been allowed to pee all day by the city sounded downright cruel to the girls. "I think it would be better for both of us if I just ran to the men's room and caught up with you at the bus stop" I suggested as we waited for the elevator. Rather than accept my suggestion and leave it at that, Erin refused to drop the subject. "What's wrong with just using the urinals in the lobby area Jeff? You aren't pee shy, are you?" she asked me frankly as she crossed her legs and squirmed around anxiously. Did Erin somehow not mind seeing other guys piss away in the urinals next to her, even when she badly needed relief herself? "No Erin. I just don't want to be the jerk who pees right in front of a bunch of desperate women like you who haven’t been able to pee all day" I explained as we entered the elevator. I thought my answer should have been obvious to Erin already. To my surprise, rather than be grateful, I saw a flash of annoyance on Erin's face. "I figured you must have felt that way when you didn't want to use the urinals Jeff. A lot of the guys who are new to the city feel pee shy like that around the public urinals at first" Erin said sympathetically, as she openly held herself and continued to squirm around anxiously. "Jeff, do you really think me, and the other women haven't seen guys using the public urinals countless times when we already really need to pee?" she asked me gently. "Well... I admit I'm so new to this city that I never thought of that. I guess with how prevalent the public urinals are it's silly to think you haven't" I admitted. Erin nodded in acknowledgement as she crossed her legs. "But that doesn’t mean that it’s not being really unfair to you ladies" I added, to which Erin rolled her eyes. "It's an everyday occurrence Jeff. I won't mind if you pee in the lobby area urinals in front of me, neither will the other office women. We see it all the time Jeff, it's nothing new" she reassured me. "Besides, the urinals are met for you guys to use Jeff. It wouldn't be fair to you for me and the ladies to tell you to just not to use them". Silence stretched between us as I tried to wrap my head around Erin's reassurance and gentle encouragement, all while my bladder continued to bother me. Part of me thought that Erin's attitude on the subject made some sense given how long she'd lived in the city. But the other part of me couldn't get over the fact that a woman who hadn't peed in over 10 hours and had 5 large cups of coffee during that time (enough to make me piss myself twice) was trying to encourage me to pee in a urinal in front of her. I was anxious and still had to piss like a racehorse when we got to the ground floor, but Erin no doubt needed to piss much worse then me. I glanced over at Erin again, she was holding so much boiling piss back that she had a noticeable bladder bulge, which her pants were painfully digging into. Erin continued to fidget around anxiously and subtly grab her crotch as she stepped off the elevator. "Erin, are you sure you want me to pee in the urinals instead of dashing to the men's room?" I asked her. "Yes! Just go pee in the urinal already Jeff! I won't look" she promised impatiently as she shook her legs around. "Just try and hurry it up so that we make the first bus ok. You aren't the only one who really needs to piss Jeff!". In that moment Erin's insistence on me peeing in the urinal suddenly made a lot more sense. She was impatient to get home, and release her heavy load of boiling piss, that had been troubling her bladder for hours now. She was so eager to rid herself of the boiling piss that she was willing to listen to me pee in a urinal right next to her if it got her home to her toilet quicker. I hurried to one of the urinals and began unzipping my pants to take my cock out. Despite her bladder's much greater need then mine, I saw Erin standing just a few feet off to the side rather than waiting for me outside. She waited with politely averted eyes as I began to pee in the urinal practically right next to her. Her legs were already tightly crossed before my noisy piss reached her ears. She began to rock back and forth a bit as she anxiously bit her lower lips upon hearing me start to piss. Erin wasn't the only person around of course. In my peripheral vision I recognized Danielle from HR coming around the corner. She already looked rather uncomfortable after holding it for the entire workday. Her steps were as hurried as possible in high heels, and she had a noticeable bladder bulge stretching her skirt. When she realized I was pissing in one of the urinals I saw her grimace and openly hold herself. But like Erin had promised she said nothing, instead she hobbled her way past me and left through the front door. Part of me couldn't help but be turned on by how Erin & Danielle suffered in silence as I continued to piss away. My cock began to harden, which slowed my piss down considerably. My piss and my partial erection were basically taunting Erin's poor swollen bladder. I felt guilty when I saw a bit of false hope in Erin's eyes that my slowing piss met that I was nearly done, only for the hope to vanish when I managed to resume pissing with full force again. I felt guilty all over again. How could I expect Erin to be fine with waiting patiently for me as I finished my relieving piss, all while she was expected to wait and remain in dire of need of relief for herself? And yet Erin was the one who didn't see a problem with this unfair situation! She had insisted repeatedly that I piss in the urinals in front of her! I wondered again why she didn't just wait right outside for me where she wouldn't have to listen to me piss right next to her. At times like this it disturbed me how much Erin and the other women of the city unquestionably obeyed the city's expectation that they hold it without complaint for however long they're away from home. Erin had been desperate to pee all afternoon, and I hadn't heard one complaint from her about how unfair it was that I got to pee while she had to hold it for much of her day. Any doubt I might have had when Erin denied ever peeing in a secluded alley when her bladder situation became too much for her to handle vanished. If she wanted to do so in secret to rid herself of what must have been a gallon of boiling piss brewing in her bladder by now without me around to witness it she could have easily been doing that right now. When I finally finished my relieving piss after a long minute I flushed. Erin visibly flinched at the sound as she squirmed around and clawed at her crotch anxiously. I hurried to zip my pants back up as I turned to face Erin. "Feel better now Jeff?" she asked with surprising calm despite her desperate fidgeting. "You sounded like you really needed it, I didn't think you'd go on for so long". "Yes, but you could have just waited for me outside Erin" I pointed out. "I could. But I figured it's better to help you get over your pee shyness now rather than later Jeff. You'll thank me later, it'll be a lot more convenient for you to be able to use any of the public urinals" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Now let's get moving Jeff, I seriously need to get home so that I can pee, I definitely had way too much coffee today". ===== That's it for now, let me know what you think. I intend to write more in this series. I'm uncertain if I'll stick to focusing on Erin, or focus on other characters to explore how a city without a ladies room effects other people in other occupations.

I have a thing for duct taping myself up, and when I was playing with my duct tape a week or so ago, I had to pee VERY badly, so I decided to record the result of holding for a couple hours whilst taped up. LINK: http://motherless.com/0E88497

A little idea that I had suddenly, a world where it was totally normal to pee wherever you are. So in this story, told from a first person perspective, the main character inexplicably finds herself transported to a world where nobody pees in a toilet, and she finds that she must acclimate to that lifestyle. Story will contain lots of nonchalant peeing and wetting, though the MC might find herself experiencing some desperation in the future. === My consciousness starts to return. I shake my head to try and clear the disorientation. The ringing in my ears won’t subside, though. What the hell happened? Oh right. The mirror. In grandmother’s study. She always told me not to touch it when I was a girl, but today I simply couldn’t resist. I pulled back the sheet which had been covering it and something compelled me to touch the surface of that flamboyant antique. And then… light. Light so brilliant that all my senses went dead. And now, here I am. Apparently in the middle of a street. Suburbs? I see lots of modest dwellings about- houses of somewhat small size. Not even a story high, yet they were all well taken care of. A middle class neighborhood, if I had to guess. But the question remains, how did I end up here? I quickly realize in my current state, my skirt is flipped right up, exposing my pink panties to the world. Though no one is around to see them at the moment. There’s two girls skipping rope about forty meters away, though I don’t believe they noticed me. I quickly pull my skirt back down and get on my feet. I fix my shirt and my jacket, trying my best to maintain a dignified appearance. What happened? How did I get here? My first thought, of course, was that I must be dreaming but this all feels too real. The crisp spring air, the sounds of children playing, the smell of freshly cut grass… and more than that, why would my subconscious mind conjure a setting with which I am totally unfamiliar but contains such explicit detail? “Oh? Haven’t seen you around here before!” I turn around. Behind me is a girl with short, blonde hair. She wears it back with a cute, turquoise headband. A little more slender than I am, a little shorter, and has brilliant green eyes. They seem almost like gemstones amidst her pale complexion. She wears a white spaghetti-strap top with two flowers on the front; one red, one blue, along with some jeans shorts. “Um… I… um…” I stutter stupidly. I’m kind of dumbfounded by how cute this girl is. Her face has childlike features to it and there is a sense of energy around her. I can’t help but feel peppy when I look into her eyes. “You lost?” “Well… yeah.” No point in hiding it. “Thought so.” she says with a smile. “You trying to find any house in particular?” I’m not sure what to say. Do I tell her that I simply touched a mirror, there was a flash of light, then bam, here I am? “Well to be honest, I’m not really sure how I got here.” The girl gives me a worried look. “Well that’s not good. What’s the last thing you remember?” “I…” I hesitate. I can’t tell her the truth. Not yet. She’ll think I’m nuts. But what do I say? “I just can’t seem to remember at the moment.” I play the amnesiac. It’s all I have for now. “You want me to call the cops?” “N-No!” I say hurriedly. “It’s nothing like that!” She gives me a worried smile. “Can you tell me your name?” “Evangeline. You can call me ‘Eva’ though.” “Pretty name!” she smiles more joyfully, “And my name is Kendra! I live right in that house over there!” She nods towards a white house to our left. The closest one. Not more than a few meters away. “Would you like to come in?” she asks. “I just made up some lemonade, if you’d like something to drink.” “That sounds quite nice, thank you.” We enter the house and I am greeted with a pristine hallway. It leads into a dining room and kitchen which share most of their space, and to the right, the living room. It was mostly orderly, with the exception of a few articles of clothing which were strewn about the living room. One shirt, two skirts, several socks, bras and at least seven pairs of panties. It’s something I might expect from a guy’s house, but not a girl. The only thing I couldn’t get past was a slight odor. It was faint, but it was there and unmistakeable. The odor of pee. “Pardon the mess in the living room,” Kendra laughed, “Wasn’t expecting company or I would have tidied up!” “It’s no trouble.” I say. “I appreciate you inviting me in.” She pulls a chair out for me at the table in the dining room, then gets a glass and pours in the lemonade from the pitcher which was sitting on the kitchen counter. Listening to the sound of the ice clink against the glass is enough to remind one of a summer day, not spring. She hands me the glass then proceeds to pour one for herself. “So.” Kendra says as she sits down in the chair across from me. “What can you tell me about yourself, Eva?” “Ah…” I say awkwardly, “There’s not a lot to say. I’m a good student, get good grades. I’m on the honor roll at my university and co-captain of the track team.” “You play a lot of sports?” she says before taking a drink. “I’ve done mostly track.” I say as I finish a drink of my own. “Hundred meter dash and high jump.” “Interesting!” Kendra says with that bright smile of hers. “I do cross country! Used to play football but wasn’t getting along with the captain so I ended up quitting.” “That’s too bad.” I say. “You liked the sport though?” “Definitely!” Kendra pours herself another glass. “The spirit of competition and all that!” I finish off my own glass. Not bad for lemonade. A bit sweet for my personal tastes, but I enjoyed the drink. “I gotta say though,” Kendra says with mild exasperation. “Grades have never been my strong suit. Especially math.” “Really?” I reply. “I find math to be quite simple.” “Wha-?” She gives me an almost disgusted look. “Even geometry?” “Once you understand the basics, it’s all very straightforward.” “Ugh, I just can’t understand it. How is it so easy for people?” I shrug. I don’t really have an answer for her, it’s simply one of those things that comes naturally to me. “I suppose it is what it is.” Kendra sighs. “Maybe we can study together at some point.” “I’m not sure that’s-“ I stop. Not because I know we don’t go to the same school. Not because I’m worried about revealing my own strange entrance into this mysterious world, but because my ears suddenly pick up the sound of liquid splattering onto the floor. “What’s wrong?” Kendra asks me. “Don’t you… hear that?” I check both the drinks. I check the pitcher. Nothing spilled. Yet I know I hear the sound of liquid pouring onto the floor. Specifically, I hear it coming from near the table we’re sitting at. I look down, and there’s a growing puddle around Kendra’s chair, liquid spilling from where she sits. I don’t want to admit it to myself. My mind doesn’t want to accept the only rational explanation. But still, I can’t help but ask the question. “Are… you… peeing?” “Yeah.” she responds in a normal voice. “In your pants?” “Yes…” Kendra seems genuinely confused by my reaction. I’m stunned. I don’t have the words. This girl who was kind enough to take me into her house is suddenly peeing in her chair. Now the odor of pee makes sense. This girl must have a lot of accidents. Can it really be called an ‘accident’ though? She seems perfectly fine with what she’s doing. “What’s with you?” she laughs. “Haven’t you seen someone pee before?” “W-Well…” my stutter returns as I reply, “I mean… I have… but… you know… in the toilet!” “You’ve seen someone pee in a toilet?” she asks. “Okay that’s fine but you seem like totally offended when I peed just now.” “I… I…” “Okay,” Kendra gets up and gives me a stern look. Her legs are drenched. “What’s the deal with you? I have never seen someone react that way to someone who was simply peeing. I mean, if I peed on you, that would obviously be different, but I didn’t.” “Do you honestly not pee in the toilet?” I become accusatory in my exasperation. “Sure, when I have to do the other thing. I mean as long as I’m on there and I have to go.” “So that’s it? You only pee in the toilet while you’re going number two?” “Doesn’t everyone?” she holds her hands out as if this should be obvious. “Where the hell have you been living where it’s normal to pee in a toilet?” I run out of words. At this point, I’ve blown my cover. Is this really a world where peeing in a toilet is a taboo concept? “Truth. Now. Where are you from?” Kendra give me a serious look. “I…” I look out the window. I see the two girls from earlier playing, chasing a ball around. “I don’t know if you’ll believe me.” “You can’t be from this planet if you’re surprised at the sight of someone not peeing in a toilet.” she says with mild sarcasm. I nod slowly. “All I know is that I touched this mirror in my grandmother’s house. I wasn’t supposed to, but I did. When that happened, there was a flash of light and I found myself lying in the street in front of your house. That’s when I met you.” “Huh.” Kendra seems to give the matter some thought, then shrugs. “That’s definitely weird, but you have to be from some other world if you always pee in a toilet.” With all this talking about pee, I soon realize that I have to go. “So… you believe me?” I ask. Kendra shrugs. “If I hadn’t seen your reaction, I probably wouldn’t.” She rests her chin upon her fist as she crosses her arms. “Well… do you have any way of getting back to where you came from?” I shake my head. “Thought as much.” Kendra heaves a heavy sigh. “Well in case you haven’t already realized it, around here it’s pretty much normal to just pee wherever you are.” I wince impulsively. I’m an honor student, for crying out loud! The thought of just peeing myself is… is… “If people see you going to the bathroom a lot, they’ll think you’re either having a severe medical condition or-“ “They’ll think I’m from another world.” I finish her sentence. Kendra nods. “You seem genuine to me. I believe your story. I actually live here alone and I’ve been looking for a roommate to help me pay the rent here. Trouble is, you’re going to have to get a job.” I nod slowly. “And getting a job means… you’re going to have break that bathroom habit of yours.” I grimace. I don’t like the sound of that at all. “It’s what you need to do.” she shrugs again. “People do it all the time here. You leave your shift because you need to pee and your boss is gonna get so mad at you.” “So I just wet myself right there?” She nods as if that was the obvious answer. “Or if you can’t afford to have wet clothes for the moment, you can take a squat on the floor if you need to.” I almost scream. I can barely stand the thought of wetting my clothes in front of someone. But showing my stuff to people while I pee on the floor? Kendra gives me a disappointed look, as if she knows what I’m thinking. “I’m guessing in your world, showing off your lady parts is considered bad too.” I nod as if it’s obvious. “Not here.” Kendra says. “In the summer time, it’s not uncommon for people to go around naked. Or in the case of peeing, for someone to just drop their pants and go.” Then she looks down at my legs. I think she noticed my restlessness. “You have to go right now?” I don’t answer. I know what she’ll tell me to do if I say “yes”. “Come on.” she gestures towards the floor. “Pee.” “N-No!” I protest. “You’re gonna have to do it sooner or later.” Kendra says. “I understand it’s weird for you but someone who regularly goes to the bathroom is gonna get a lot more weird looks than someone who pees on the ground!” In my heart, I know she’s right. If I’m going to fit in, this is a habit I’m going to need to break. So I resign myself. “So… just… go anywhere?” I ask. “Pretty much, yeah.” Kendra replies. “I mean, not anything electronic, obviously, or not in the food or drink and not on other people. We’re not animals, after all.” Easy for you to say. Where I come from, peeing wherever you want is the animalistic behavior. I don’t want to wet myself though. This is the only set of clothes I have with me right now and I’m just nor prepared to ruin them. So… I remove my shoes. I remove my socks. I pull down my skirt and I pull down my panties. I’m standing there naked from the waist down, and Kendra doesn’t even react. “Not going to pee in your skirt, huh?” she remarks. “Seems like a chore, but I understand.” I spread my legs apart slightly. To be honest, I’ve never peed like this before, except back when I was very young and my parents let me walk around the backyard naked. In those days, it’s natural that’s I’d simply empty my bladder as I please. But now… suddenly I feel like I’ve gone back in time. I feel it coming. That feeling of liquid making its way through the passages of my body as I stop holding it in. And then… the sound of liquid striking the hardwood floor beneath me. I look down at my bare body, seeing that stream of pee arc out just slightly. I feel millions of tiny droplets of warmth begin to splatter onto my ankles. I squeeze my skirt and panties in my hand as I accept the disgraceful act which I am performing. I am peeing on the floor. Kendra holds out her arms to congratulate me. “See? Nothing to it.” I smile and nod awkwardly. I didn’t have to go very badly, so there’s not much of a puddle. But still… I feel… tainted. Dirtied. Not only because I just peed on my ankles, and now I can feel it dripping down my thighs, but I just committed an act which I have not done since I was a toddler. It feels immature, childish, and undignified. I subconsciously rub my calves together, as if trying to clean the pee off of them. “You… all right?” Kendra asks. “I will be.” I say. “Trust me. It’ll feel natural in no time.” “Do you have… like… a towel… or something?” I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t go through the rest of the day knowing there’s pee on my legs. Kendra sighs. “Yeah, I can get you a towel. You shouldn’t get used to it, though.” She grabs a rag from the kitchen and hands it to me. I’m starting to realize now just how much of a cultural norm this probably is. Her nose is likely used to the scent of urine that I picked up on the way in. There are no carpets as far as I can see. The couch is made out of some non-absorbent material. None of the chairs have any fabric on them and all the upholstery is raised a few centimeters from the ground. Just enough to avoid puddles. Still, I accept the towel and quickly wipe off the pee from my legs. I can’t get it off fast enough. I sigh. Part of me still can’t believe I just got naked and peed in front of someone I had just met. After wiping my feet off, I start putting all my clothes back on. “So is there anything else I should know about how peeing works here?” I ask. “Gosh, let me think.” Kendra says. “I’ve never actually had to think about it before.” She looks up towards the ceiling for a few minutes. “Like I said, try not to pee on other people, or near something that could obviously get ruined by it. If you’re like sitting on a table and someone’s phone is next to you, you should probably move away from it before you go. And obviously, if you have to go number two, that needs be done in a toilet. Nobody wants to see that!” “All right.” I look down at the two puddles. Then I realize that something doesn’t quite add up. If Kendra never pees in the toilet, shouldn’t there be a lot more puddles in this house. As far as I can see, the two we just made are the only ones. “So… how do you… clean it?” “Clean what?” asked Kendra. “The pee? You clean the floor every morning and every night. Although, I’ll admit I’m more on the lazy side so I only clean every night. No mornings.” “I see.” “Yeah, pee can easily stink if you leave it for too long.” I collapse back into my chair. It slowly starts to sink in just how much of a lifestyle change I’m going to have to make in my time here. “Well,” Kendra says as she puts a hand on my shoulder, “I get the feeling our time together is going to be very interesting!” === It begins to get dark, and Kendra gets some extra blankets, sheets and pillows from a closet. From the living room, there’s another hallway where I can see five doors. Two are closets, two are bedrooms, and the last one is the bathroom. I swear it’s the cleanest room in the house. “So, here’s where you’ll be sleeping.” Kendra says. Honestly though, I can’t get it out of my head how many people might have peed in that bed. “Though starting tomorrow, we should go job hunting for you.” I nod. It was unavoidable if I was going to live here, and if I was living here freely, I’d start to feel guilty. “You still look like something’s bothering you.” Kendra says as she looks at my face. I must have been wincing again. “Well I can’t help but wonder what other kinds of weird things I might see in this world.” I say bluntly. “Am I going to start seeing people whack off in public too?” Kendra breaks out into laughter. “I wasn’t expecting that! But to answer you, no. Masturbating or having sex in public is quite illegal.” “At least that’s the same…” I mumble. “Come on.” she pulls me around the hips. “Let’s go have dinner. I was planning on having soup and sandwiches tonight so there should be enough for two!” We head to the kitchen and she pulls out a can of tomato soup, as well as a loaf of bread, some Swiss cheese, a few cold cuts, lettuce, tomato slices, dijon mustard and mayonnaise. A simple meal, but I’m not expecting a banquet here. Once everything is out, she goes to the sink and washes her hands. It’s hard to wrap my head around it, but as weird as this ‘no-toilet’ thing is, there are still sanitation issues that she’s acknowledging. In my mind, it seems like a contradiction, and yet… Well whatever. She quickly dumps the soup out into a pot and adds some milk to it. Once it’s heating on the stove, Kendra goes to work on making the sandwiches. “So I’m curious.” she says to me. “Do you pee in a toilet every day or something?” “Usually multiple times a day.” I reply. I try to watch my tone this time, as I realize that my habits are likely just as weird to her. She chuckles softly. “I just can’t imagine that. Needing to drop everything just to go pee.” “And I can’t imagine a place like school where everyone is just peeing in their pants in the middle of class.” “It’s an every day thing.” Kendra replies matter-of-factly. The reality is I’m not sure if I could ever do this in public. I almost dread the next day as I know the situation will come up. Perhaps I can avoid by not drinking anything until we get home. I imagine being out in a public square, or in the middle of an interview, and being expected to just… go. With only Kendra here, I can bear it, but in the presence of random strangers? “You’ll get used it.” Kendra reassures me. “You’ll realize that no one is judging you, no one cares about seeing your naughty bits.” “Yeah, yeah, I know.” I say as I sit down on the couch and remove my shoes. Before me is a large shelf which has a TV in it. Roughly one meter in length. A good size. Then I notice the movies that Kendra has. Star Trek, Starship Troopers, Lord of the Rings. Kendra was a bit of a nerd, wasn’t she? More than that, this universe seemed to have most of the same media names as her own world. Kendra comes over and sits down next to me. As she does, she starts to strip off her shorts and her panties. I blush a little as I look over at her bare body. She has some abs. Overall, she seems pretty physically fit. I do my best to maintain my own figure, but I look nothing like that. “So, you have a movie you want to watch?” she asks me. “Um, not really. What would you suggest?” “Have you heard of Lord of the Rings in your world?” “The name sounds familiar.” “It’s great!” she says excitedly. “I’ll show you the first one while the soup is cooking!” She gets up and sticks in the DVD, the returns to her spot on the couch. As the movie goes on, the setting, the characters, everything seems to be the same as I knew it, though I was never much of a fan of fantasy movies like this. Still, I was expecting to see more… well… pee. But even twenty minutes in, there was nothing weird. As we watch, the sound of liquid spilling begins to fill the room again. I look over to my left at Kendra, who has her legs spread apart, and between them is a strong stream of pee flowing outward. She doesn’t react at all. She just casually watches the movie while she continues to pee on the floor from the couch. Despite the movie, the only thing I can watch is Kendra’s pee start to puddle up onto the floor below. Watching her, of course, makes me need to pee. That lemonade from earlier finally made its way to its destination. And I wonder this time what I should do. Last time I simply stripped down and peed on the floor, but I know I’m going to feel way too self-conscious to do that in public tomorrow. I am going to have to get used to not stopping whatever it is I’m doing and just… go. Yes, as gross as it sounds, it is something I need to adapt to. And so… I relax my bladder muscles again. Nothing comes out. I know I need to pee, but nothing is coming out. My heart starts to beat faster and my breath grows ragged. It’s taking effort to pee. What the hell? “All right, I’m gonna go check on the soup. Should be ready soon.” Kendra rises from her seat, her bare bottom dripping with pee again. Beside me is nice puddle which formed in the indent of the place where she sat. Most of her pee seems to be running along the cracks in the couch and conveniently drains out onto the floor. Is there a science to these couches created so that one doesn’t have to sit in their own pee for too long? Putting that thought aside, I get up and go to the kitchen with Kendra. Perhaps if I’m standing, I’ll have an easier time peeing my panties. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, if I haven’t already said it.” “It’s my pleasure.” Kendra answers. “If some weirdo found you, who knows what would have happened?” I nod in agreement. Kendra almost seems like a godsend, given my unusual circumstance. I look at the soup, which is beginning to boil now. I realize I’m getting hungry and I don’t want to wait any longer. I sure could use something to munch on. My bladder pings me again, trying to let out its contents. I spread my legs slightly again and try to pee. Apparently my bladder doesn’t realize the contradiction here, as I attempt to go but nothing comes out. I give a slight push, letting out the smallest breath as I do so. And finally, it comes. It begins as a small patch of warmth along my crotch, but it quickly turns to the feeling of liquid as everything gushes out. I can feel it trying to escape through the gap between my panties and my legs, unsure if it wants to travel down my thighs or just drip down. Then the sound. The sound of liquid striking the hardwoods as my pee is absorbed through my panties. Finally, I can stop giving effort, as my body starts to pee on its own. Kendra doesn’t seem to notice at first, as she continues to stir the soup. Then, after a few seconds, she perks up. “Ah, you decided to pee your panties this time.” I nod with a bashful smile on my face. I find myself hoping that I didn’t get any on my skirt, but I think the position I’m in is ideal for making sure all the pee goes straight down. However, I’m sure my socks are getting drenched. I can feel it starting to pool up inside of them. “Well, you’re getting there.” Kendra pats me on the shoulder. “Before long, you’ll probably wonder why you ever bothered peeing in a toilet!” she gives a small laugh. I still feel disgusting. This should be something I do. Can I really get used to just peeing as soon as I need to go? It was going to a very difficult adjustment. But maybe, with Kendra’s support, I just might get through it.

I was just curious if anyone has any stories of being desperate or peeing at the doctor. Is anyone else excited by knowing you might have to give a sample? Or does anyone have a medical fetish that ties in with this? ?

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Wet the Bed Friday night, my husband and I decided that we would go out with some friends for drinks after work. So we met up with them at a lovely trendy craft beer place, and ordered flight after flight of tasters. I ended up trying a ton of different beers – some good, some clearly trying too hard, but that’s how it goes with craft beer. I was still in my work clothes (in this case a black pencil skirt, cotton panties, and a purple blouse) and was getting pretty sloppy. For those of you who will know me, I’ve got a tendency to be a slightly sloppy drunk. Well, we were 4 (or maybe 5) flights in, and my hubby wrapped things up and called us a cab (an hour long Skytrain ride would have resulted in me getting up to some bad behaviour on the train, I’m sure, or having a public accident. My husband is well aware of my sloppy drunken tendencies, and often takes care of me in these situations, making sure I don’t have more, and helping me get ready for bed (which if I’ve been drinking means getting me into a diaper). Well tonight, he was about as drunk as I was, it was a long week for him and he was helping to finish off the stronger beers, and some of those craft beers are pretty strong (one particular imperial IPA comes to mind... sort of). Anyhow, he had it together to get us a cab and home, but once we were home, we were both pretty wired, so we ended up making a couple of gin and tonics, and watching Netflix on the couch. At some god awful hour, we decided to head to be, though I have only vague recollections of this. Before this fateful time, we decided to have another gin and tonic, and my hubby, being British, made them strong. I don’t know what being British has to do with it, but he insists it’s some sort of national thing, particularly after a couple. We went to bed and I remember stripping naked, and possibly mumbling something like “Hun, I’m a bedwetting risk tonight, I should probably wear something.” And him brushing it off or I’m not sure what. Anyhow, I just crawled into bed and was out like a light. Not only did I not put on a diaper, but I also didn’t even go to the bathroom before crashing. I remember waking up, and feeling completely soaked, both the bedding underneath me, and my thighs and sex. I felt about and my inner thighs were very wet, like I had woken up while still peeing or having just finished. I still felt like I needed to pee urgently, and I remember staggering up, dripping everywhere, and peeing in the washroom. Slightly drunken and sleepy Rachel came back from the bathroom with a towel, and I put this down to lie on, and I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up some time later feeling wet again, either the pee from the bed had soaked through the towel, or, which was much more likely, I had wet the bed again. I was feeling sticky, and hot, and wet, and not a little surprised, as usually I sleep through these sorts of things and just wake up in the morning in a puddle. I should point out that on both of these occasions, my husband just lay next to me, snoring, oblivious. Also, on neither occasion had my wet spot reached him, or so it seemed. Anyhow, my bladder was empty, and I was sober. Mostly. I just wanted to get some sleep, but didn’t want a hangover and didn’t want to lay in a puddle. So I got up, had two moderate-sized glass of water, and put down my Peepod mat, something I should have done initially, and slid a Goodnite up my sticky legs. I then crashed out and slept the rest of the night. We ended up sleeping in to about 11 am, which was lovely, though every time my husband tried to cuddle, I kept him away, worried he’d roll into my puddle. When I say we slept in to 11am, I should note that I woke up again at about 9 am and found my Goodnite wet and my legs still sticky and uncomfortable. I opted to just leave it on, and roll over, already a mess. When we finally did get up, my husband was almost oblivious to the fact that I’d had a major bedwetting accident beside him. Even after I said that I was going to do the laundry apologetically, he didn’t clue in. It was only after he had woken up a little, rolled over and felt me on the dry, Peepod pad, that he remembered that my wetting the bed might have been a worry, and then he only realized that the Peepod was concealing a large puddle, after I told him apologetically. I got up and stripped the bed, still wearing my wet Goodnite. I enjoyed the feeling of shame that is associated with stripping a wet bed in the morning, magnified by my being in a wet Goodnite. It was only after all the wet sheets, the towel, the Peepod pad and the ‘waterproof’ mattress cover were stripped did I realize that the mattress cover had failed to do its job and that the mattress was wet. As you can see from these pictures I snapped during the process, this was certainly not the first time that I have wet our bed, and that when my bedwetting issues cropped up again, that we had trouble finding a good mattress cover. Anyhow, still wearing nothing but a wet Goodnite, I made my way to the bathroom to shower. My legs were sticky with sweat (as it had been a hot night), and pee (as I’d wet the bed three times). The good news was that the water seemed to have helped and I was not hung over. Or at least not all that much. I showered off, had some breakfast and tea. Thinking about the evening, my feelings of shame waking up in the morning, and all the complicated emotions that I have around bedwetting made me very aroused and I will admit to bringing myself to orgasm while ridding my hung-over husband, who needed some coaxing, given his hangover. I’ve not wet the bed unintentionally in a while, I thought I’d share. Rach

Natasha Romanoff was in the kitchen drinking water and she saw her new friend Scarlet Witch passing by. So she went over to talk with her, Nat asked her how’s it being part of the Avengers? Wanda looked scared or worried about something, but she replied with “Yes it’s been very good and I like you a lot.” Nat was amazed because she actually liked her, she replied with “Thank you.” Just then Wanda was about to say something, but then she kept fidgeting. Wanda stopped and then she started wetting her leather pants, this was so embarrassing for her as Black Widow looked at her blankly, but in her mind enjoyed watching her wet herself. Wanda stopped and she was so scared that she could soil herself any minute now. She was to embarrassed that she didn’t say anything not even sorry, Nat loved this so much that she wanted Wanda to wet herself again for her entertainment rather than real desperation. Romanoff just then felt the urge to pee, she was happy Nat doesn’t have a fetish for wetting herself, she accidentally wet herself In the battle of New York by her lack of ability to hold her floodgates in. Nat realised that her desperation doubled and now she had to make her move. She didn’t quite feel like at good wetting, so she decided To use the bathroom like any other person. She went to the main bathroom, locked Bruce was in there, lucky there is more. She went downstairs with the lift and Hawkeye was in there, “Oh shit!” Natasha said, she then remembered the toilet near Iron Man’s working area. She made her way there but Tony was inside, she just remembered that there was also one just near the laundry hopefully Thor wasn’t in there. She made her way up the lift but when she was going up she lost a bit of control as she started to slightly pee her red panties, that was her first drop. She regained control and whispered to herself “Your a spy you shouldn’t have this problem when you need to pee.” When she became a spy they taught her how to hold her pee in for hours without any leakages and it seems like that her training is fading, her ability to hold so much and no accidents is running away. She even barely made it through the battle of Sokovia, she peed herself during the battle which to her she liked but still never gave her a fetish. When she got to the first floor where this next bathroom is and it was true exactly like what she predicted to happen came true, Thor was in it. She just remembered that her bedroom has a bathroom there, so she went back down using the lift. When inside she couldn’t help it but she dampened her panties a bit with her second squirt of pee which was thicker and more powerful to dampen her whole panties. She did regain control as the lift reached floor 2 (the bedrooms), she ran out but felt a small drop escape her clutches, so she slowed down. Nat opened her room and ran to the bathroom, she shut the door and start taking off her suit. Her built came off but her zip was stuck “Oh fuck!” She cried while moaning after “I’m, I’m, I’m going to wet myself!” She now was moaning non stop trying again and again with her stuck zipper. Just immediately after she moaned once more her body let go and her floodgates opened. She started peeing, hot piss running down her already damp panties through to her legs and down her black boots. She stood there enjoying her relief as this felt more warmer than any of the times she had an accident in mid battle. Once Ms Romanoff’s floodgates closed she opened her eyes and then loved wetting herself, she finally got a kink for it. Now she just wanted to keep it a secret, she even wounded if she told Scarlet Witch about this. Is thought she had a peeing fetish because she always acted weird and just had the right personality for it or maybe Nat was wrong and she didn’t have this fetish or any fetish more any matter. “Maybe she even discovered it when she peed in front of me earlier” Nat said, that could be right or it was just her imagination. Natasha Romanoff, who was once a Russian spy now an Avenger and pee lover too. To Be Continued...

I was wondering, since it's the labia that break up the stream and make female urination messy.

I recently got a drawing tablet and i've been having a lot of fun making art and experimenting with it. Here is a wetting drawing i made with my tablet. I intend on making more art and sharing it here. Story: Nineteen year old Alexis Bailey is the star athlete of her university. She excels at many sports. Today she's competing in a citywide championship 10 mile race. At the start of race day Alexis over sleeps and has to skip her morning pee as she rushes to catch the bus to take her to the race. As she arrives at the start line she feels a strong urge to pee. Alexis ignores her ever worsening need to pee as she outruns everyone else. As Alexis approaches the finish line she starts to leak uncontrollably. She continues peeing as she sprints towards the finish line, coming in first, and a little wet.

A Night to Remember: Part 2 For the moment, I was alone in Haley’s room. The muffled sound of her urinating came from the background as I lay on the bed with my head wedged between the pillows, collecting my thoughts. Did I actually… love her? I mean, of course I love my best friend, but was it more than that? No, I just really like her, it’s only a crush. I shouldn’t have these feelings for her, they’re going to ruin our friendship! ...She doesn’t even like girls like that… does she? No, I can’t tell her. Not yet. Not until I figured out how I really feel. No point in risking it. All of these thoughts were running through my mind in rapid succession when suddenly, I heard the door open behind me. I knew it was Haley coming out of the bathroom and I turned over to face her. She looked extremely relieved. For obvious reasons, of course. She also had the laundry basket in her arms, the one I had put my dirty clothes in before I took a shower. “We should probably wash these clothes tonight.” “Yeah...” I nodded with an embarrassed smile. Haley stood at the foot of the bed as I rolled over from laying on my stomach and scooted towards her. “Weren’t you wanting to tell me something?” She reminded me as I sat on the edge of the bed. I crossed my arms over my stomach to subside the butterflies that fluttered wildly inside of me. Or was that my bladder calling out to me? It could have been both. “I was just going to say we should eat something before it gets too late...” I trailed off, not knowing what else to tell her if I couldn’t say what I really wanted to. “Yeah… you’re right… it is after seven already.” Haley pursed her lips to the side and looked as if she was pondering. I hoped she accepted my quick excuse and wouldn’t probe any further. We both got caught in a moment of awkward silence and Haley stood there like she was waiting for me to say something else. It was time to get this over with. “I have to go the bathroom.” I suddenly said, standing up to my feet. “Alright. I’ll go start the washer while you do that, and then we’ll figure out dinner.” She pulled the basket closer to her body and grinned a bit before heading out of the room. I walked into the restroom and shut the door behind me. My new pajamas and underwear slid down with little effort on my part before I let them hug my ankles. I plopped down onto the toilet seat with my legs closed and let out a soft sigh as a slow trickle of urine tinkled out of my opening, merging with the water below me. For now, I decided to put aside my thoughts for Haley and focus on something else. There was a picture hanging on the white painted wall to my left. It was a floral pattern with blue and green colors, surrounded by a wooden frame. The shower was in front of me, with a cream colored cloth curtain and various body washes and hair care products strewn along the edge of the bathtub. To my right was the pedestal sink, it had a more fancy and intricate design compared to everything else in the bathroom. Above it was a standard medicine cabinet with a mirrored door. I stopped glancing around the room when I realized that I finished peeing and located the toilet paper roll hanging off the wall next to me. With only a couple of squares, I wiped myself and flushed the toilet after standing up. Or at least I thought I did. I didn’t see the toilet bowl empty itself, so I tried it again. It wasn’t working… “...What?” I whispered under my breath. I soon realized that the toilet clogged up and wouldn’t allow me to flush it! “No...!” I began panicking as the water filled up close to the brim with all my pee and used toilet paper staring back at me. Frantically, I hunted for a plunger but was unable to find one around me. The toilet water and all its contents began to overflow. My heart was beating quickly. I had no idea what to do as I stood there, watching the yellow water drip over the edge of the bowl. I searched around again and found the towel I used to dry off with earlier that afternoon and wrapped it around the base of the toilet to soak up the water. Though I still needed a plunger, so I went to find Haley. She wasn’t back in her room yet so I darted out into the hallway and smacked right into her as I turned the corner, knocking the wind out of both of us. “Oof!" Haley put her hand to her chest. "Sorry! Didn't see you! It's just I need a plunger but I can't find one." My eyes on the startled Haley, as I’m sure she was having trouble as well. "It's in the laundry room. I'll go get it..." Haley retorted before swiftly walking back in the direction she came from. I scuttled back to the bathroom to wait for her. Thankfully, the toilet had stopped running before it saturated the entire towel. Haley soon came back to meet me at the overflowing toilet and handed me a rubber plunger with a maple wood handle. I took my saving grace from her and attempted to unclog the toilet. I carefully placed it in the water, and it displaced some of the water out of the toilet. Then I began pumping the plunger up and down as it stood straight above the hole. Haley stood there for a moment and witnessed my feeble attempts at removing the blockage. "Oh my god, it's not working!" Frustrated, I began trying to pump it harder, but it was only splashing water everywhere. I wanted to scream. I almost did, but then Haley moved closer and motioned to take the plunger from me. "Here, let me help you." I let her take the plunger from me, disappointed that I failed to use such a simple device. Stepping back, I folded my arms over my chest and let the master do the work. "Sorry, I tried..." My voice shook as I began to tear up. I've made a mess of Haley's bathroom and couldn't even fix it myself. I'm so useless. "It's alright. It's easier to do it at an angle." Haley positioned the plunger so it angled towards her. "Like this." She began plunging and I watched as my urine slowly receded. I sighed with relief as the toilet finally flushed on it's own and filled back with clear, clean water. "There we go." Haley said, placing the plunger next to the toilet before looking over to me. "Thank you... sorry you had to do it. I didn't mean to clog it." I wiped a trapped tear from my eye. "It's not your fault, it does that a lot. Don't worry about it." Haley consoled me and led me out of the bathroom. "Well, after all that excitement, are you still hungry?" She smiled at me as we stood at the foot of the bed. I smiled back, calmed down from my horrific incident of terror. "Yeah, definitely!" "Okay, let's go see what we have." Haley replied, leading me out of the bedroom and out into the main part of her house. It was getting dark outside so the room was faintly lit by early evening sun rays until she turned the ceiling light on in the kitchen connected to the family room. I followed behind her and met her at the refrigerator. Haley opened the freezer and we both peered inside it. "Hot Pockets, Totino's Party Pizzas, beef and chicken pot pies... um...." She lifted up some boxes to look behind them. "And chicken nuggets." She took a pizza out and looked to me as I stood there with my fingers to my lips, trying to decide on what I wanted. "Um... I'll have a chicken pot pie, please." "Alrighty." Haley pulled the box out and set them both on the counter. I decided to prepare my own food while Haley set the stove to the correct temperature for her pizza. Picking up my box, I looked at the back of it while opening the seal for the directions: Four minutes to cook. Alright, no problem there. As I removed the frozen pie from the box and placed it in the microwave behind me, I noticed that the box also had a strange message at the bottom. It read "This original fiction was written by antifairy of omorashi.org.", but it was obviously not a part of the directions so I ignored it and threw it away. "Let me get a plate for that, Maddy, hold on." Haley interrupted as she grabbed one from the top cabinet. "Oh... right, sorry." "It's alright, this way it won't make a mess in the microwave." Haley put the glass plate underneath the pie and I closed it before setting the timer for four minutes. Her food took longer to cook than mine did, needing at least twelve minutes in the oven. While we were waiting, Haley took the opportunity to move the wet clothes to the dryer. We both ate at the dining table in a small alcove connected to the kitchen and discussed boring girl stuff that didn't matter. Afterwards, we washed our dishes and headed back to her bedroom. Haley yawned cutely and face planted herself on the bed. I sat on the bed next to her stretched out body. "Tired...?" I asked, smiling. "Mmm" she replied, her voice muffled by the soft pillow that was covering her face. "I am too, a little." I said, scanning my eyes over her body; her shirt had hiked up a bit and I saw the waistband of her blue cotton panties. Her pajamas accentuated her plump bottom quite nicely. She broke my mesmerization and gaze when she turned over to face me, her hand supporting her head as she lay on her side. "Maddy..." "Hmm?" We locked eyes. There was something about her voice then, and I started to tremble because of it like I had earlier that evening. "Are you sure there was nothing else you wanted to tell me? Or talk about?" A lump formed in my chest and I trembled a little harder. She apparently didn't buy my excuse from earlier. "Yeah... I.. I mean n-no." I tensed up and hugged myself, looking down at my feet. Haley scooted closer to me, and caressed my arm. "Just tell me... we're best friends, you can tell me anything." I wasn’t sure about the best way to tell her my feelings, but I also knew I wasn’t going to weasel my way out of this again if I didn’t tell her the truth. I tried to speak, but the lump in my chest made its way to my throat. Haley began caressing my arm and took my hand in hers, causing light tingles trickled through my entire body. I held hers back and, of course, said something stupid. "Guess." I cringed inside at what I had said, but I wanted to know what she would say. A confused but interested look came about her face. "Um..." She looked down to the bed, contemplating, and I kept my gaze upon her. "You... have a boyfriend...?" Haley asked, looking back up to me. "No..." "Um... you joined a super secret cult?" She smirked a little. I shook my head. "Maddy...." Haley put her hand on my stomach and rubbed it. "Are you pregnant?" "OH GOD NO!" I shouted a little too loud and looked at her, giggling. "Okay okay, didn’t really think so; I just wanted to rule that out." We both fell into more awkward silence for a few moments. "Do you like someone...?" I didn't say anything, but a few seconds later, I nodded my head with subtle movements. "Who?! Tell me!" She sat up quickly and moved in front of me, waiting for the truth that I desperately wanted to tell her. I took a deep breath. "I think… it’s you!" The room went silent again. "What?" "You." I said again. Haley had a surprised look on her face. I couldn't tell what she was thinking then. "Me? Really?" I nodded and let a huge sigh of relief out and she rolled over on her back, looking up at the ceiling. I stared at her, and waited for her response, started to become sick to my stomach and almost left to go donate my dinner to the toilet. "You like me... as more than a friend?" Haley rolled back over to face me again, looking concerned.I looked into her eyes with sincerity, and nodded. She appeared more awake. "Since when?" I shrugged my shoulders, unsure of how to answer her. I was barely able to speak, my body shaking as if it was going to explode. It sort of felt like I always had liked her, but it didn't dawn on me until today. Ever since I saw her on the first day of junior high school, I wanted nothing more than to be her friend. I never thought I could be "cool" enough to hang out with her because she was always popular and... out of my league. “I’m not sure what to say… this is unexpected.” Haley bit her bottom lip, looking down at the bed. I said nothing, entirely unsure of how this would affect our relationship. Though, I believed the worst: This would be the end, she wouldn’t be comfortable around me now, and we’d fall out with each other. I wanted to hope that we’d get through this, but my heart said otherwise. Words were failing to pass my lips, but tears were successfully taking their place. “Why are you crying?” Haley inched a little closer, and looked at me. “I…” “I don’t want us to end.” Haley said nothing, but turned over and laid on her back with her arms crossing her chest. She looked puzzled, probably as confused as I was, or angry. I figured I should leave, I had done enough damage. It was obvious that I should never have said anything. Perhaps I would have gotten over this little obsession of mine, but I just had to run my mouth about things I didn’t understand. “I guess I’ll go home…” I stated, still crying. Haley turned to me again. “Home? Why?!” I hopped off the bed as she spoke. “I don’t know, don’t you want me to leave?” My tears cascaded down my cheeks and my voice continued to break up. Haley just stared at me, looking like she was about to join me with her own tears. “No.” She reached her hand out and grabbed mine, pulling me back to the bed. I didn’t resist, but lay back down beside her. I was even more confused then. “You’re not… upset?” “I am.” Haley still held my hand in hers, and I waited to hear what else she had to say. “I'm upset that you expect our friendship to end over something like this.” She looked at me with concern in her eyes. Her words flowed through my mind as I began to understand what she was telling me. I can't believe I was so foolish. “You don’t seriously think that do you?” She sternly asked before I exhaled a heavy sigh and pondered for a few moments. “Haley… I didn’t want to… think that.” I looked down at Haley’s hand caressing mine. “I just assumed this would… make things weird between us. It’s not like I even know if you… like girls like that.” My eyes started scaling her arm with my eyes until I met hers once again. “You know, it does feel a little weird. But, I guess, it feels… natural at the same time.” Haley intertwined her fingers with mine, and cupped my hand with a firm grasp. Tingles went through my body, electrocuting me with the warmth of her hand. “Natural?” I asked. “Yeah… like, it feels right, but unexpected. You’re right too, I never thought about girls like that. I suppose that’s part of the reason it feels a little weird.” “Oh…” My tears subsided, and I instinctively squeezed her hand. “So what does this mean? I still don’t understand.” I asked her, looking into her eyes. “Hmm… maybe we’ll find out.” Haley put her arm around my shoulder and began pulling my body closer to hers. I wasn’t sure what she was going to happen. I started shaking again as my heart returned to a quick beat. Our bodies touched, her chest flattened against mine and her mouth opened slightly. “Did you fantasize about me in the shower today?” She asked suddenly. I looked down and exhaled, then looked back up to her. I nodded sheepishly, biting my lower lip a little. “So that’s why you were all nervous earlier. You’re so cute.” Haley smiled. I shut my eyes and blushed heavily. She giggled and kissed my lips. If I had been standing, I would have collapsed. My entire body went numb, and I soon realized everything would be okay. “Don’t ever try to leave me again.” She whispered in my ear. I cuddled against her chest and we wrapped our arms around each other. “I won’t” I replied softly. Haley reached over and turned the light off and I fell asleep with my head nestled between her breasts. It was the next morning, and Haley and I sat on her couch in the living room watching some strange television show. The TV was small, and I couldn’t make out what was happening on the screen. The colors seemed to fade in and out and I only saw what looked like two human shaped silhouettes moving around in a random fashion. We were both very interested in it though, and Haley laughed hysterically at it. All of sudden, Haley bounced off the couch and stood in front of me, with her hands buried in between her legs. “Maddy, I have to pee really badly!” She bent her body forwards and started crying. It was weird to see her like this, and she didn’t make any implication before that she needed the bathroom. “Well, go then? Isn’t your bathroom in your room?” I asked, curious as to why she was telling me this. Haley looked around, panicking, before looking back to me. “I’m not sure, I won’t make it! I’m going to wet my pants any second!” She said in a loud tone, bawling with great force. I couldn’t even see her hazel colored eyes anymore. They were pure white. “Come with me, please?!” She asked in a hysterical way. I stood up immediately and wrapped my arm around her. “Of course, I’d do anything for you.” I said, excited as I led her out of the family room. We both ran down the hallway for what seemed like a mile and Haley was doubling over in pain from her full bladder but somehow was able to run as fast as I could. Finally, we made it. We stopped in front of the door door and Haley stood back up and faced me. “Haley? Aren’t you going to go in?” But I didn’t see Haley anymore, she disappeared. Suddenly, I became lonesome and scared. I started to look around for her, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. For a few moments, it was dead silent until I heard a familiar voice next to me. “Maddy, I’m sorry, but we didn’t make it.” It was Haley’s voice, but she sounded very sad and depressed. I looked to where it came from and I saw a gold framed mirror hanging on the wall. On the other side was me, but the reflection didn’t mimic my body. I saw myself with my hands covering my eyes, bawling, and my jeans were soaking up with liquid. As I watched myself in the mirror, I experienced a sensation of warm and wet urine spreading between my own legs. When I looked down though, my pants were dry. I looked back up and saw Haley’s reflection, but not mine anymore. She stared back at me with tears rolling down her face and her pants had became soaked with urine. “I’m sorry we had an accident. It should never have been this way. If only we had more time. Please forgive me.” Before I had time to respond, I collapsed onto the floor. As I lay on the ground, I shut my eyes and started to shake like someone was shoving my body. I opened my eyes and I was back in Haley’s room. Haley was awake and she was hovering above me, looking concerned. Slowly, I came to my senses and awoke. My eyes took a few moments to adjust to the fluorescent light that filled the room. Looking at both of us, I noticed both her and my pajamas were wet. So I arrived at one conclusion: I had wet the bed, again, and peed all over Haley. “...Something happened, Maddy.” She said, looking over herself. I hopped off the bed immediately. “Oh no, I did it again…” Haley stood up and removed the wet bedding, setting them in a pile. The large wet spot that stained the mattress stared back at us both. “I didn’t think this would happen, I’m so sorry!” I whimpered, humiliated at what I did. Haley sat down on the edge of the bed, seeming upset. “Maddy… you didn’t do it.” She stated in a soft voice, looking up to me with shame in her eyes. “But then…” “I woke up, I was peeing. I tried to stop it but it just kept coming out.” Haley explained as she tried to keep her composure. “Oh…” a gentle sigh passed my lips. I didn’t expect to hear that, nor for her to wet the bed. She was definitely doing a lot better job at staying calm than I would have. Though, no matter how well she looked on the outside, I imagined how she was feeling on the inside. I, of course, knew for sure how mortifying it is to have an accident. I sat down next to her and hugged her. “It’s okay…” I tried to console her, laying my head on her shoulder and lightly rubbing her arm. “ It got you wet too, though. I’m sorry.” I looked down, my left pant leg had a small damp spot on the thigh area. Haley’s entire lap glistened with heavy saturation, however. “Just a little… it’s not bad.” I assured her and hugged her tighter before leaning up to kiss her cheek. Haley looked at me and smiled, then kissed me on my lips again. It gave me the same euphoria as it did earlier that evening. I happily completed the loving gesture and it ended with a soft smooch. The sensation of her soft lips lingered on mine and we hugged tightly again. “We better clean your mattress before your parents find out!” I whispered. “Oh my god, I don’t even know how to clean a mattress after…” Haley started to panic, but I stopped her mid-sentence. “I do! I’ll help you! Just get me a sponge, a towel and a spray bottle with water in it.” I instructed Haley. “I think I have all that stuff in my bathroom. Hold on.” She replied as she made a swift trip and came back with the items in a short amount of time, setting them on the bed. “I’ll do this if you want to go ahead and starting washing the sheets.” I know I was able to do that because I did it the previous day. Meanwhile, Haley changed her clothes, putting on clean underwear and a long t-shirt to cover herself up past her waist. I averted my wandering eyes, but I couldn’t help but catch a quick glimpse of her bare, plump bottom while she had it exposed. That image remained in my thoughts as I soaked up most of the stain up with the towel. “Thank you for doing this, I don’t think I could get away with this without you.” She said as she added her wet clothes and the towel I used to the pile. “You’re welcome!” I smiled at her. Haley returned the gesture seeming much more relaxed, then trotted out of the room with the wet things. Utilizing the water and sponge, I diluted and soaked up the rest of the urine stain from the mattress. It wasn’t too much of a hassle, but I had to be quick; it was already after 6:00 am and I didn’t know when Haley’s parents would be awake “Wow, it looks a lot better!” Haley exclaimed as she came back with my now clean and fresh clothes from yesterday. The sight of them made me go back to that embarrassing moment, but it didn’t bother me anymore. “Mhm. It wasn’t that bad of a stain.” I assured her. “I’m just going to tell my mom that we spilled soda on the bed.” Haley said before yawning again and looking to me with a smile. “Good idea.” I smiled back and stayed with her for a little while longer before she went to take a shower. Then I headed back home for more sleep and happy dreams.

Warning: 1) Young girl. 2) Mentions wetting/urination, desperation. It was suppose to be a normal school trip to the Middle East, a region filled of wonder and beauty as well as conflict. Our flight was slight delayed but soon enough we were all headed home. As it was an early morning flight, most of us were sound asleep. That is, until there was a commotion, which grew in volume. An eerie, accent voice came on the intercom announcing that they plane was hijacked!! I literally shot up in my seat as I saw masked men with submachine guns and pistols walking down the aisles instead of the flight attendants. We were all ordered to turn in all electronic devices and I regretably handed over my iphone which contained pictures of the sights we had visited. The plane turned sharply to the left and began to descend. Within minutes, land could be seen out of the window until the accented voice told all of us to close the shutters. The plane did a hard landing but thankfully I remembered to put on my seatbelt before landing. Then came the errie accented voice. "You all will be allowed to disembark. All of you, except one person. We will take one hostage for a collateral. " Immediately everyone started to mummur, wondering who it will be . "Silence!" The voice continued. "Everyone quiet, stay in your seats and look straight ahead." I did so, trembling. Who would be picked? I surmised so sort of young and good looking person. But a boy or a gir... "You," I heard the same voice from the speakers and turned to see a masked man. "You, stand up!" "Noo...." I cried not believing I was chosen. "Mister, look she's only a kid, pick someone...OW!!!" I turned to see my teacher Mrs. Seagger interjected only to receive a large blow on her head. "SHUT UP!! Girl, get up NOW!" With my feet trembling I did so and was yanked immediately my a second masked man. "NO! Don't take...OW! OW!!" My teacher was again struck on the head but before I could turn around, I was pushed towards the front of the aircraft. The accented voice was on the speakers again: "All passengers will now disembark. Slowly and no heroics. We will watching you." As I heard the movement of the passengers, I was turned around to face the masked men again. "What's your name girl?" The senior one asked. "Catherine.." I mumbled more because of my fear of their looks and their weapons. "Well Catherine," he continued, now with a softer tone, "don't be scared. We won't hurt you, unless you try to resist. We will fly on to another airport where after a short while you will be released. OK?" I slowly nodded but didn't expect the next part. "Tape her up, and watch things from here," he ordered his companion. WHAT?! My hands were yanked behind my back and I felt the feeling of thick duct tape surrounding them. "Ha...mmmmppph!" something cloth-like was jammed into my mouth and then I felt another sticky duct tape plastered over my lips. Before I could move any further, he knelt down and wrapped tape around my nylon-covered knees and ankles. Her further wrapped tape above and below my small breasts. With tape literally all over me, he lifted me up and carried me to front cabin. He buckled me in and said, "now stay here." I certainly couldn't move anyway; the tape was really tight! A few minutes later, I felt the plane moved--we were flying off again! It made me even more apprehensive since they didnt say where we were heading. What if the hijackers/kidnappers didn't keep their promise and left me in some deserted place? What if they threw me in some hell hole or fed me to some animals or evil people? Or worse what if they killed me? As I thought about my fate, I then felt a signal from my bladder. Yeah, I drank alot of water, juice and soft drinks during the flight and the meals provided. As the plane continued move, I felt a stronger signal from my bladder and began to struggle against my bonds. Suddenly, the plane banked and started to descend. Well, that was fast I thought. And thankfully too. Hopefully they would release me and I would run straight for the toilet. The land was even rougher than before. As the plane finally halted, my bladder pressure was unbearable. "MMMMpppp..." I groaned through my gag. One of the masked men appeared and asked, "WHAT?" "Mmmm....." I cried again and finally he peeled or rather yanked off the tape and took out the cloth. "Please, mister, can you let me use the toilet?" "No, no way girlie. You want a quick escape," he replied and attempted to replace the cloth. "Please, mis....mmmppph!!!!" He jammed the cloth back and taped it up. "Mmmmmppph..." I wailed but he disappeared. Shit they wont even release me for a pee. I squeezed my legs tight together, knowing that wasn't going to help but still did so. Please, please, please release me. Five minutes later, I felt that my bladder was really going to burst. "MMMMMMPHHHH!!!" I cried and the man reappeared. "I said no." He snapped but I continued to wail and give him a pleading look. Finally, he reached down and cut away the tape around my knees and ankles. My hands were shortly freed. "Mmmp?" I said, pointing at my gag. "You don't need your mouth to pee. Two minutes max." I scooted off but just as I got past the end of the cabin, my bladder gave way. Warm pee soaked my knickers and trickled down my tights. Oh SHIT SHIT SHIT! I thought silently as I pushed open the door to the cubicle. I had just managed to unclip my skirt and lower my undies as another lot of pee shot out. Oh man, I thought, I'm so embarrassed. Then again, it was that hijacker's fault for not releasing me the first time. I cleaned up as best as I could but the stained undies and tights felt just terrible against my crotch. "Good, you are back," he said seeing me. "Accident?" I was still too embarrassed and in any case was gagged so I couln't reply. Suddenly,"BANG! BANG! BOOM!!!" The air suddenly turned smoky and I gave a muffled yelp as I smelled pungent fumes. My body collapsed to the ground more from the odour rather than the ear-shattering explosions. Just over a minute later, I heard cries of "She here! Hostage safe!" The smoky air suddenly dissipated and my vision cleared to see many masked men with MP-5 submachine guns. One knelt down and gently removed the tape across my lips and eased out the soggy cloth. "Are you ok Miss? Everything fine no..oh dear, looked like you had an accident," the HRT man said, causing me to turn bright red all over. THE END.

“Are you prepared?” Aela asked me. “As prepared as I can be.” I answered. “What about you?” “I replaced my bow string and purchased a few more arrows.” She said. “I don’t think we need much. These tombs rarely have more than a handful of draugr.” “Where are we headed anyway?” “Dustman’s Cairn.” she said. “It’s a nordic ruin to the northwest of Whiterun.” “Well I have my sword and my armor.” I said as I pet my hilt. “I really don’t need anything more.” “Then let’s head out!” We stepped out the front gates, and so began our quest. It was like something from a story. Two beautiful heroines on a search for the fragment of... whatever that name was. Resolved, determined, and prepared for anything that the world wished to throw our way. As we walked, I looked at Aela. A curious woman. Her dress and appearance reminded me of the tales of some huntresses that lived out in Valenwood. Strong, skilled, sexy, and deadly with a bow. Aela had that sense about her. Giving off an aura of strength, it seemed almost... animal-like. “So how did you become a part of the Companions, Aela?” I asked. “The women in my family have a proud history of being in the Companions.” she replied with a prideful smile. “My mother, her mother, and so on. We were all huntresses.” she paused for a minute and looked up at the sky. “I regret that my mother was not here to see me when I joined the Companions, but I have been here since that day and fight for the glory of my brothers and sisters.” “That’s... admirable.” I remarked. An entire lineage of Companions... if there is one thing about the nords that I do respect, it’s their regard for tradition. “What about yourself?” she asked me. “Were you born here in Skyrim?” “I was actually raised in Cyrodiil. My family and I grew up in the town of Bruma.” “Ah, so must have acclimated well to Skyrim’s climate when you moved.” I nodded. “The cold weather was familiar. I knew the customs of the nords. When I got into my teen years, one of the mages there began to tutor me in some basic spells. At the same time, I learned the art of the sword.” “It sounds like you’ve been living a full life.” “One would think.” I laughed. “Between bandits, wild animals, and gods-know-what-else, it’s almost necessary to learn to fight in this land.” “So why did you move to Skyrim?” “I don’t know really.” I answered. “It was almost as if it... called to me. One day I just felt like I should continue my life there.” “I’m sure you’ve noticed that it isn’t a land for the weak.” said Aela. “Indeed not. Giants, mammoths, falmer, saber cats... I hear there have even been sightings of vampires and werewolves.” “I’ve heard the same tales.” Aela responded. “The vampire ones are true, I’ve killed some myself, but wolves can be found all throughout Skyrim. It would not surprise me if someone saw one that was a little bigger than usual and jumped to conclusions.” I nodded in agreement, then took out a small flask from my pocket. “You’re drinking before a fight?” Aela asked in confusion. “No,” I laughed, “It’s just water. It’s important to stay hydrated when traveling, or can exhaust yourself a lot faster.” “Ah, good point.” “Do you need some?” I handed the flask to her. “Sure.” Aela accepted the flask and took a big drink. “Thank you.” She handed it back to me and I looked down the top. “Is there anything left?” “Should be some.” Aela answered. “Not to worry. I don’t think this hunt is going to be very long.” We had been so engaged in our conversation, I just about blew my own mind when I saw the nordic ruins sticking out from the ground in front of me. “We’re here already?” “That’s correct.” Aela hopped onto the rim of the dome-like structure and made her way to the top. “Come on! The entrance is through here.” She jumped down and disappeared. I quickly made my own way up and jumped in. Much like how history texts described it, the entrance had a large door made of solid, black iron. The dragon-like bust that covered the front was rather... intimidating. I took a step forward, bracing myself for the horrors that lurked within... and I was stopped. It seemed subtle at first, but something felt like it was beginning to push down inside me. Not here, not now. I thought. With any luck, we’d be out of the ruins before things became... dire. ____ One step inside, and we already new there was trouble. Ebony sarcophagi lined the walls... all of which were open, and the occupants splayed on the floor, cut down by a blade. “Apparently, we aren’t the first ones here.” I commented. “Indeed not. Keep your eyes open.” Aela responded. One couldn’t help but be extremely alert. Evil-looking corpses lying about, cut down by an unknown assailant. You’d be an idiot to ignore the signs. We headed down the passageway in the back of the main chamber. Navigating the twisting corridors, we cautiously proceeded through the catacombs, until we heard soft, fleshy footsteps down the hall. “Draugr.” Aela said. “The guardians of the old tombs. Woe to those who should disturb their sleep.” “But it wasn’t us!” I replied. “Do you believe they will discriminate?” Aela asked rhetorically. “...No. I guess not.” With the quietest footsteps I could possibly make, I crept forward. Step by step, inching my way towards the corner. Closer... closer... a little closer, and I turned the corner to- A draugr. Right there, in front of me. Its desiccated face and glowing eyes looking right at me. The monster raised its arm, axe in hand... Fwip! I blinked only once, and the walking corpse was gone. I looked left, right, behind me, nothing. Then I looked down. Off to the side was the draugr, laying just as still as the day he was entombed, an arrow protruding from his skull. I looked over at Aela to see her standing with her bow in hand. “Close call.” she said. “Thanks for having my back.” I replied. Onward through the musty tunnels, the smell of death became stronger and stronger. The air was becoming quite thin the deeper we went. Nevertheless, I was here to prove my honor to the Companions. I wouldn’t let a little air deprivation stop me from earning my place in Jorrvaskr. I pressed on, head held high. Though I suppose the lack of air was only one of several problems, such as the ever-growing problem within my bladder. We arrived at another large chamber. There were two apparent ways out, aside from the way we just came in. A large arch to the left and right. “You check one, I’ll check the other?” I asked. “Good idea.” I took the left. As I walked in, I took a quick look around, trying to take my mind of need to urinate, but to no avail. I began squeezing my legs together, anxious to try and give myself just the slightest reprieve. After my quick examination of the room, I realized that this was just a small side chamber. Nothing in here but a few burial urns and coins left in tribute. “See anything over there?” I yelled, legs pressed together tightly. “There’s a gate here, but I don’t see any way to open it.” Aela responded from the right arch. I took another look around, then seeing a large lever on a small table. How I missed it before, I have no idea. “Let me try something.” I walked over and pulled on the lever. Damn thing was rusted tightly. I pulled and pulled until I finally jarred it loose. The sound of grinding metal then came from above me. Before I could react, a metal gate dropped down and trapped me inside the chamber. I ran over to the bars, grabbed them and uselessly pulled on them as if my strength could actually lift these super heavy behemoths. “Gaah!” I screamed as my hands went in between my thighs. Did you know that stress acts as a good diuretic? Neither did I until now. The pain in my lower abdomen began to gnaw at me in ways you can’t imagine. Aela walked over looking at my predicament with disdain. “See where your haste has gotten you?” “Yeah yeah...” I groaned, quickly removing my hands from my crotch. “Can you just let me out?” “One moment.” Aela looked around quickly, and saw another lever on the wall. “Let’s see if that does the trick. Before she could move though, the other gate opened. From it, emerged four warriors dressing in hide armor. Each one had a silver sword in hand. “That’s one of them!” the lead man said, pointing to Aela. “She doesn’t wear the armor of the rest.” said another. “But we’ve seen her before! She accompanies the rest of them!” “I say we put her down, just to be safe.” Aela looked at each of the attackers with extreme hatred. “‘Safe’ is not the term I would use to describe your situation.” I pounded on the gate again, hoping by some miracle I could break myself free. My own idiocy was going to result in Aela’s death. I shouldn’t have been so quick to dismiss Skjor’s comment. This can’t be happening! In that moment, Aela dropped her bow. She seemed to... morph. Her skin, her very shape began to shift. It was if she was growing... fur? Suddenly I found myself staring at a bipedal wolf of great mass. It howled loudly, and the four attackers stepped back. “G-get her!” One of them charged forward, only to take a massive claw to the face. Then another came forward, getting another claw for his troubles. I closed my eyes, I knew where this was going. Even so, I could hear the screaming, the sound of claw tearing flesh and bones splitting. It was gruesome. Within a few seconds, the noises ceased, and I dared to uncover my face. Well... I think I’ll spare you the details of what I saw. Suffice it to say, it wasn’t pretty. The gate rose up, and Aela walked from around the corner. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” she said. “I hope it wasn’t too frightening.” “You’re... a werewolf?” “Surprised? I’m sure it makes that last conversation feel pretty awkward.” she laughed. “Members of the Circle are granted the power to become as beasts.” “This is common knowledge?” I asked. “No. You’ve been allowed to know before your appointed time.” Aela’s face changed into one of concern. “I hope this doesn’t deter you from joining. I can assure you, we are in full control when we transform.” “I’m just... a little bewildered.” I responded. I felt my stomach start to turn. It really was a lot to take in at once. Just that one thing, that werewolves were real, and that some of the Companions were werewolves themselves. I fell down on one knee. “Are you all right?” Aela walked over to help me up. “I’ll be fine.” I answered. “It’s... just the smell. Let’s move on so we can breathe fresh air again.” “Who were they anyways?” “Members of the Silver Hand.” Aela answered. “A group of werewolf hating fanatics. They would love nothing more than to see the Circle killed.” “Then there’s probably more of them inside.” “Agreed.” Well, I won’t bore you with the details. A draugr here, a Silver Hand there, a few traps and even a bit of treasure. Suffice it to say, there was a lot that happened on the way to our destination, but nothing extremely noteworthy. Well, maybe except the headshot Aela got on one of the Silver Hand who I bet was more than fifty meters away. The fights with the dragur were almost welcome, though. At least that required full attention, and the pain of my filling bladder seemed to disappear... for a while. That was nearly an hour ago. The agony was immense by now. Absolutely impossible to ignore. Aela was in front of me, so perhaps she wouldn’t see me in my desperation. I began to massage my- Well, you get the idea. We arrived in a room absolutely filled with sarcophagi. Lining every wall, with a single one placed right in the center, next to a large stone structure with writing of some unknown language on it. Oh and there was one little detail I forgot. All of those sarcophagi were open, draugr strewn across the floor, cut down by a blade. As I looked up near that stone... thing, there was a woman, about mid to late forty’s clad in leather armor, a thin, curved blade strapped to her side, and in her hand, a metal fragment. Aela immediately drew her bow, readied an arrow and pointed it straight at the woman. “That doesn’t belong to you! It’s the property of the Companions, and I will kill you before I let you take it!” The woman seemed unfazed by Aela’s threats. “Well now that you’re here, I don’t have to take it.” she said calmly. Aela’s stance didn’t relax at all. “What do you mean? What do you want with me?” “Not you.” the woman answered. “Her.” She pointed a finger directly at me. “Me? What did I do?” I asked. “You killed a dragon.” the woman replied. “Or so everyone thought.” Aela gave the woman the most elaborate scowl. “Just who are you anyway!?” “My name is Delphine. Riverwood Innkeeper and local adventurer.” Both of us cocked an eyebrow. You rarely here of a stranger occupation combination. “So what about me killing a dragon?” I asked. “There are very few that have the skill to fell one of those beasts. No one has since the time of the Akaviri.” she explained. “But when you killed it, nothing happened, correct?” “What do mean, ‘nothing’?” “You didn’t absorb any power from it. It’s skin didn’t suddenly vanish.” “How...?” “Only the Dragonborn have that ability.” she said. “But even still, it is difficult to take on such a beast and survive. You must have exceptional skill in battle.” “Well... I...” I stuttered. That was quite the compliment. “I’m sorry, I leaked the information about the Wuuthrad fragment in the hopes that you would be sent after it, Karlie.” said Delphine. “Why?” I asked with slight irritation. “You still haven’t said what it is you need me for.” “Meet me at the inn in Riverwood. We’ll discuss it.” “Why all this secrecy?” “I’ll explain at Riverwood.” Delphine picked up the fragment and tossed it to Aela. “Here. For your trouble.” Both Aela and I watched the fragment fly through the air, determined not to let it fall and let it be lost forever. Aela managed to catch it, but when we turned our attention back to Delphine, she was already gone. “What was all that about?” Aela asked. “I honestly have no idea.” I replied. “I’m just as baffled as you.” “Do you intend to go see what she wants?” I paused. I really wasn’t sure. She was willing to go through a lot of trouble to get my attention, but was being extremely secretive. “I... have to admit that I am curious. I may have to visit later.” But for now, there was something else that needed tending to. As I squeezed my legs together again, a small whimper escaped between my clenched teeth. “Is something wrong?” Aela must have caught my whimper. There was no hiding it anymore. The pain was too great. Dignity be damned. “I... I really have to pee.” Aela laughed. “Is that all? This is Skyrim, Karlie, and we nords may be a proud people but everyone has to pee.” We stopped in a long, narrow hallway. “What is it?” I asked. “Watch and see.” Aela’s hands went to her hips, and reached under the skirt of her armor. I raised a skeptical brow as she began to slide a leather thong all the way down her legs. She turned and faced the wall of the corridor, then bent back a little, spread her legs apart, lifted her skirt up, giving me a clear view of her... lady parts, and then opened it wide with her forefingers. “What do you think you’re-” before I could finish, a forceful stream of pale yellow began to jet out from between her thighs, loudly splattering onto the stone wall. It was agonizing watching someone else pee when I had to go so badly already. The cobbled stones began to darken as Aela’s urine flowed downward, pooling up into a dark puddle against the edge of the wall slowly expanding and drowning the tiny mushrooms that sprouted from the cracks in the ground. What’s worse, the aroma of her urine quickly began to fill the narrow hallway. Nearly every sense of body was being pressured now. Sight, sound, smell, and of course the feeling of massive amounts of urine filling my own bladder. Spurt! My muscles spasmed. That quick relax-then-tighten was just enough for a brief jet of urine to dampen my own underclothes. And despite the torture of it all, I continued watching Aela pee on the wall, agonizing myself to no end. I don’t know. Personally I had no idea a woman could pee standing up with such grace and poise so maybe I was just admiring her for that. At last, that jet stream of pee began to rescind to a trickle, then just a few drops leaking out of her body. Aela shook her hips around and then took the front of her skirt to wipe the excess drops from herself. “Now your turn.” she said to me. “Nooooooooo way!!!” I exclaimed. “I’m not going to just... pee like that all of a sudden!” Aela rolled her eyes. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll step out while you go.” She walked out the corridor and closed the wood doors at the end. “Well, I-I suppose I don’t have much of a choice...” I stuttered. I reached for my own undergarments and began to slide them down my legs. Then I did just as Aela had. I spread my legs apart, bent back a little... but with everything “down there” all closed up, how was any pee supposed to come out without splattering everywhere? “Aw, forget it! I’ll squat like usual.” I squatted down like normal and finally began to relax my muscles, and something began to snake its way through my body and out of my- Pee began jetting out of me with more force than Aela’s did. It splattered wildly against the stone floor, spraying the insides of my thighs with millions of warm droplets, and a bubbly puddle forming beneath me. I started to panic as my legs became more and more moist from my urine. I tried to cut the flow, but it was all coming out so strong and so fast, and to be honest, it just felt too damn good. And so, I knew I had no choice. Even though I was still peeing, I tried to stand up. A jet of warm fluid began spraying down the side of my leg and down my boot. As quickly as I could, I bent myself back, spread my legs apart, held open the edges of my... parts, and... I did it. I couldn’t help but smile as a clean stream of my urine began to spray the wall. “Success!” I silently exclaimed. I sighed in both relief and satisfaction, watching my bodily fluids pour down the wall, seeping into the cracks between stones and turning into a large bubbly puddle below. I watched with an odd sense of curiosity as my puddle of urine began to make its way towards Aela’s. The two dark liquid masses merged together, making it seems like a troll might have left it. Two large puddles of pee from two warrior women. I really wasn’t sure what to make of that. The jet of pee shrunk down into a stream, and then a trickle, then a few drops flowing down my crotch. And so I looked down to see what the damage was. My thighs weren’t soaked, but all that urine that sprayed onto them from the stone floor had made them fairly damp, and then the inner part of my left boot had a dark trail going along it, clearly indicating that I “missed”. I couldn’t just sit there and wait for it to dry, nor did I have anything to wipe with. I quickly slid my underwear back on and walked out to face the music. I stepped out the doors and Aela immediately noticed my boot. “It didn’t work?” she asked. “Not right away...” I mumbled and relayed the heroic tale of my peeing in the dark hall to her. Much to my surprise, Aela smiled in a sympathetic manner. “I’ve no doubt the gods did not intend for us women to pee while standing. It takes some practice. Gods know I’ve done my share of ‘missing’.” It was a little comforting to hear that she had gone through similar ordeals and that I’m not just some special peeing-while-standing failure, though it didn’t take away the embarrassment of the fact that I peed on my own boot. Aela slapped me on the shoulder. “You’ll get the hang of it as we continue adventuring. Don’t worry, the others don’t know what we faced here, so as far as they know, you just stepped in a small creek.” I nodded. Still humiliated, but I knew she was right. “Thanks, Aela.” “Now, let’s get this fragment back to Jorrvaskr.” ____ We returned to Jorrvaskr, and quite frankly I couldn’t wait to fall asleep drinking ale again. I could use a good nap. I was just about to reach for the door... “This way, Karlie.” Aela began to lead me around the building. Was there some reason we had to go through the back doors? Eh, whatever. I followed her anyway. Though, I have to say, what I saw back there caught me off guard. Kodlak, Vilkas, Farkas, and Skjor were all standing around that little sparring ring. They appeared to be expecting me. What could they want? “Welcome back, Karlie.” Kodlak said to me. “Were you successful?” “I was.” I responded and gestured to Aela, who showed everyone the fragment we retrieved. “Well done, girl.” Kodlak responded. “Then with that, I think it’s time you were officially inducted into the ranks of the Companions.” Kodlak beckoned Aela forward, who walked over and stood next to him. “Brothers and sisters of the Circle, today we welcome a new soul into our mortal fold. This girl has endured, has challenged, and has shown her valor. Who here will speak for her?” Aela spoke up. “I stand witness to the courage and valor of the soul before us.” Kodlak looked over to Aela. “Would you raise your shield in her defense?” “I would stand to her back, so that the world may never overtake us.” “And would you raise your sword in her honor?” “It stands ready to meet the blood of her foes.” “And would you raise a mug in her name?” “I would lead the song of triumph as our mead hall reveled in her stories.” Kodlak smiled. “Then the judgement of this Circle is complete.” “Welcome to the Companions, Karlie.” said Farkas. “Welcome indeed.” said Aela. I smiled. It felt great to be in the company of such noble people. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was home.

“Oh, I’m awake!” the mermaid exclaimed. “How…? Why…? I thought there wouldn’t be any people on this little island.” Steve, who had been feeling ashamed of himself for taking advantage of the situation, felt a moment of confusion at the way she had reacted on seeing him. Then he heard her question, and decided to answer it and hope she didn’t ask anything more embarrassing. “I’m camping here during my holiday,” he said. “It belongs to a friend, and he let me use it and the sailing dinghy that gets me across from the mainland.” Before she could think of asking why he’d been watching her, he added, “You’re the mermaid I saw yesterday at the beach, aren’t you?” “Yes. And you’re the man who told me about the toilet, aren’t you?” “That was me,” Steve agreed. “Thank you for that. I was extremely grateful for your help.” “You’re welcome.” There was an awkward pause. Steve had been on the verge of asking her if she’d got to the toilet in time, but realised that would be too personal. The mermaid sat up and curled her tail around under her, so that she was kneeling. “If you’re using the island, I’d better go,” she said. “I only came here because I thought there wouldn’t be any humans.” She dropped down onto all-fours, and began moving towards the sea in a manner which reminded Steve of the way a sea lion walks. He followed her, walking alongside. “Please don’t feel you must leave because of me,” he said. “I’m sorry that you don’t have the place to yourself, but there’s no reason we can’t both be here at the same time. I know it’s small, but it’s big enough for us to keep out of each other’s way, if that’s what you want.” “I’m too scared of offending you in some way,” she said. “Especially after yesterday.” “Why? What did I do yesterday that makes you think you offended me? You didn’t, you know.” “It wasn’t you, it was that horrible woman in the toilets.” “What woman? What happened?” She stopped and resumed her kneeling posture. She sighed. “I got to the toilets, but when I went in where the females were going, I found I couldn’t use their receptacle. My anatomy is… different. So I decided to try the one where the males were going, and found their receptacle suited my needs. I was just in time, too. I got there just as I started wetting myself. So there I was, peeing happily into the male receptacle, when she came in.” “Who? A woman, in the men’s toilets?” “I think she was responsible for them, or something. She told me I shouldn’t be there, that it was only for men, and asked me to stop. I tried really hard to do as she asked, but…” her voice shook “…a mermaid just can’t stop once she’s peeing. I tried so hard, pressing my hand against myself to stop it, but it just went everywhere.” Her voice broke, and she was crying now. “It went all down my tail, and all over the floor. I was in time, and I was relieving myself! But she made me wet myself and make a mess all over the floor.” Steve knelt down beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. “That wasn’t very fair of her,” he said soothingly. “But you shouldn’t get upset about it. It wasn’t your fault.” “She even made me clean the floor afterwards!” the mermaid shouted. “All because I was trying not to offend humans by peeing on the beach!” “Is that the way a mermaid would do it?” Steve asked. She nodded, still crying. “I suppose people would have found that a little gross,” he agreed. “You could have done the same as a lot of beach-goers, and gone in the sea to do it.” She shook her head. “Mermaids can’t pee in the water. Our bodies aren’t designed to let us do that, and our instincts stop us from even trying. If I’d gone into the water, my bladder would still have felt as if it was bursting, but I wouldn’t have been able to loosen my control over it.” “Ah,” he said. “Well, full marks for trying so hard to do right by the people on the beach, even if it didn’t turn out how you wanted.” “I’ll have the same problem here, if you’re on the beach when I come ashore.” Steve shook his head. “It wouldn’t bother me.” “It’ll be pretty gross, to use your word.” He took his hand off her shoulder, and stood up. “If you really need to be somewhere where there are no humans, I’ll understand. But don’t feel as if my presence here is forcing you to go elsewhere. You won’t offend me by behaving in the way a mermaid has to behave. If I really do find it too gross, I’ll just have to make sure I always look the other way.” She smiled. “Is that a hint that you’ll watch me, to find out if it is gross?” “Maybe,” he agreed, smiling back. “Does that make me sound like a perv?” “I don’t know. What’s a perv?” “A pervert — someone whose sexual behaviour is considered abnormal or unacceptable.” She frowned. “How can sexual behaviour be abnormal or unacceptable? And what has that got to do with watching me pee?” “Many people would consider it unacceptable for a man to watch a woman pee. Wanting to do so might be considered abnormal.” “They would be offended? Is that how you think I might feel about it?” Steve nodded. She considered this in silence for a while, looking down at the sand. Then she looked up at him. “In that case, it took quite some courage for you to mention it. To a mermaid, there is nothing odd or abnormal about observing another excreting her wastes. We don’t have special places where we have to go to perform those functions, as you do, other than the necessity of being out of water to urinate. So no, I wouldn’t be offended by you watching me, nor would I have thought of considering it unacceptable. You may watch me urinate when I return to the beach. I won’t mention to any other humans that you’ve observed me doing so. In any case, I don’t see why other humans might consider it abnormal, since I’m a mermaid, not a woman.” “And do mermaids have names?” “Yes. I’m Nerissa.” “I’m Steve.” “Well, then, Steve, here’s what I suggest. I need to go into the sea right now. First, I have to clean the night’s pee off my tail, then I have to hunt myself something to eat. When I come ashore, I guarantee that I’m going to pee a lot. That’ll be your chance to watch me, and find out whether it’s too gross for you.” “Okay,” he agreed, nodding. “I need to eat, too. I’ll go and fetch my breakfast, while you’re gone.” He stood and watched as she continued her sea lion-like shuffle to the water’s edge. Then she splashed through the waves, and suddenly disappeared below the surface. He continued watching for a while, until he was sure that she’d gone on her quest. Then he turned and hurried up the beach to his tent. It occurred to him that maybe he should take this opportunity to put some clothes on. Oddly enough, though, he hadn’t really been conscious of being naked while he was talking to Nerissa. He wasn’t sure why that was, but it may have been because she hadn’t seemed to pay any heed to it. In the end, he decided not to dress. For one thing, it was rather pleasant to be naked in the company of someone who looked so much like an attractive woman. It also put both of them in the same situation. After all, if he was going to be looking at her naked body while they talked, it was only fair that she should be allowed to look at his. Returning to the beach with a drink and some food, Steve sat down on the sand, facing the sea, and looked at his watch. She’d been gone nearly ten minutes, and he wondered how much longer she would be. Exactly what did a mermaid hunt, anyway, and what with? She was carrying no weapons. * It was nearly half an hour before Nerissa reappeared. She did so with a suddenness which startled Steve, exploding out of the surf like a torpedo, to beach herself just about at the limit of the breaking waves. The dramatic entrance continued, as she reared herself right up into a standing position, balancing with the fin at the end of her tail folded behind her, like a kind of foot. A great gush of urine jetted out, angling slightly downwards as it escaped her body, but still managing to reach almost two metres before it splashed onto the sand. It continued to gush for at least twenty seconds, by Steve’s estimate, before slowly diminishing and ending with a brief dribble down the front of her tail. She turned slightly to her right and dropped quickly to the ground, first into a kneeling position, then onto all-fours — all-threes, in her case, Steve corrected himself. She undulated up the beach towards him, carefully skirting the wet patch. It was only now that he noticed that she had two big fishes dangling from her mouth by their tails. They looked like tuna. When she reached him, she turned and adopted a posture which resembled a sitting position, her tail bent at its knee-like joint. “That wasn’t in the least gross,” Steve remarked. “Although, I must admit, it was a little weird to see a female peeing like a man.” “I guessed from your toilet arrangements that men pee like us,” she replied, taking the fish from her mouth. “How do human females pee, then? They must sit down, judging by their toilets.” “They pee from between their legs, so it’s more convenient for them to adopt a sitting or squatting posture. If a woman had been that desperate to pee after coming out of the sea, she would have squatted; although, to be honest, she would have been much more likely to do it in the sea before coming out.” “I told you why I can’t do that. By the way, do you mind if I eat?” she asked, holding the fish up. “It won’t offend you?” “No, it won’t offend me,” Steve said, smiling. He held up his own box of food and bottle of water. “I’ll eat too, if that’s okay. Did you want me to cook those fish for you?” She had already begun to tear into one of the fish with her teeth. “What does that mean?” she asked, her voice slightly muffled. “You know: light a fire, and put them on a spit over it, to cook.” Nerissa swallowed the mouthful, before responding, “Ah, yes, I remember an old friend of my mum telling me about that. You humans like to burn your food before eating it. No, thank you, I prefer mine unburnt.” “We don’t quite burn it; we just use the heat to tenderise it,” he said, smiling at her doubtful expression. They ate in silence for a few minutes. “You were pretty desperate to pee, when you came out of the water just now,” Steve remarked. “At least, that’s what it seemed to me.” “I was,” she agreed. “Is it always like that?” She nodded. “Why’s that? Does the water stimulate your kidneys, or something?” “It’s to do with what happens when I dive deep. My kidneys shut down, once I’m more than two mermaid-lengths from the surface, and I don’t make any urine as long as I’m below that depth. Then, when I come up, my kidneys start working again, and begin processing all the wastes that have accumulated while I was down. My bladder fills very quickly, and because I can’t relieve myself in the water, I have to get ashore in a hurry.” “Is that the case for all mermaids?” “Yes.” “So how on earth did you manage not to wet yourself, yesterday? You looked desperate, and now I’ve seen what you needed to do, it must have been even worse than it looked.” “Please don’t let’s talk about it,” she said. “I get upset whenever I remember how that woman humiliated me.” “In that case, tell me what it was like, growing up as a mermaid.” Nerissa smiled wistfully. “It was fun. Mum had a friend called Lunaria, and she had a daughter called Selinia, who was the same age as me. We went everywhere together, all four of us, and Selinia and I spent all our time playing together.” “Doing what sorts of things? Chasing each other around in the sea?” “Yes,” she said. “I suppose human children do similar things?” “Yes, we run around chasing each other, playing hiding games, and lots of other kinds of game, too. Do mermaids have games other than chasing and hiding?” “I only know the games that Selinia and I played. We didn’t often meet other young mermaids, so I don’t know whether they have different games. She and I used to play a kind of tickling-and-poking game.” “What, tickling each other?” “Yes, trying to make each other pee.” “What? That sounds an odd thing to play at!” “I suppose it would be, to a human, given your obvious squeamishness about such things. But remember that we don’t place the same significance on a simple bodily function, and we don’t wear clothes. If a mermaid pees, the worst she’s going to do is pee on herself, and she can easily fix that just by going in the sea.” “How old were you when you played that game?” “Oh, about four or five years old. Past the peeing-in-the-water stage, anyway.” Steve frowned. “Peeing in the water? I thought you just said mermaids can’t do that?” “Past the age of about four, they can’t. Before that, they can as long as they’re close enough to the surface. In fact, before the age of three, a mermaid doesn’t have any bladder control at all. When she comes up to the surface and her kidneys start working again, she wets herself. Then, when she gets a little older, she learns to close her bladder sphincter to stop herself from wetting, but it still takes her a while before she can wait long enough to stand on her tail to pee.” Nerissa laughed. “I must have wet myself hundreds of times as I was sliding out of the sea, before I finally managed to hold it long enough to stand up.” “It does seem odd that you start off being able to pee in the sea, and then lose that ability. Is that a cultural thing? Are mermaid parents very strict about stopping their children from peeing in the sea?” “No, it’s a survival mechanism. Deep down, the pressure is too great for a mermaid to pass her urine. If she were to open her bladder down there, the pressure would force water into her and kill her.” She stopped suddenly and lowered her head. Steve was shocked to see tears run down her cheeks. “What’s wrong, Nerissa?” he asked. “Selinia died like that,” she said tearfully. “She had a genetic defect which allowed her to open her bladder deep under the water. One day, she did it, and it killed her.” “How horrible!” Steve said. “And how awful that I’ve made you think of that.” “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know. But it’s a graphic illustration of why most of us can’t do that. It’s why our kidneys shut down when we dive deep, and why our instincts won’t allow us to open our bladder sphincter in the water. Even our anatomy is evolved to help us avoid that danger.” She pointed at the small slit from which he had seen her urine flow. “These flaps that cover my bladder opening are shaped so that the water pressure forces them shut at depth. They also help me to maintain control when I come up to the surface. Yesterday, I was able to stop myself from peeing by pressing my fingers against them.” “But very young mermaids can relieve themselves in the water, and they do?” “Yes. Of course, their mums know the dangers very well, and always usher them quickly towards land. You soon learn that it’s naughty to pee in the water, and good to wait until you get on the beach. Then, soon after that, you find you can’t pee in the water any longer, and you have to go ashore.” “But what happens if there’s a storm, and you can’t go ashore? What if you surface too far from land?” Nerissa laughed. “Mermaids always know how far they are from land, and no one would be stupid enough to come near the surface if it was too far. We also know when it’s stormy on the surface, so we generally stay down and wait until it’s safe to get ashore. But there are occasions when we surface and then find the route to shore is inaccessible. There might be predators nearby, for example.” “Then what? You’re desperate to pee, but you can’t.” “A young mermaid will eventually wet herself, but it’ll get very painful before that happens. A sexually mature mermaid experiences a spontaneous orgasm.” “What?!” “I assume you watched me just before I woke up?” she asked, looking directly at him. Steve reddened. “Yes,” he admitted, expecting her to be annoyed. “Well, then, you saw me have an orgasm.” He nodded, feeling ever more embarrassed. “I knew what it was. It was similar enough to a human woman’s orgasm.” “Then you know that we pee when we have an orgasm. It’s the most enjoyable part of it, in fact. What you probably don’t know is that we prefer to mate in the sea, although we can do it ashore too. A mermaid always orgasms when she has sex, so it’s the one occasion when an adult mermaid can pee in the sea. It can only happen when she’s on the very surface, mind.” “So if she’s caught short and unable to go ashore, her body gives her an orgasm in order to empty her bladder!” Steve interjected, feeling pleased with himself for seeing the connection. “Yes, eventually. She has to be pretty desperate before it happens, though.” “More desperate than you were on the beach yesterday?” “About as desperate as I was when I got to the men’s toilets. Remember I told you I started to wet myself just as I got there? If I’d still been in the sea at that moment, I would have had an orgasm.” “Wow! What a temptation to experiment.” “Yes, and most of us do. It’s very dangerous, though, because you have to stay right on the surface until it happens. That means you can’t see predators coming from below. Sharks are as big a danger to mermaids as to humans.” “I doubt that,” Steve remarked. “You can at least hope to outrun a shark; we can’t.” “It’s also a very painful way of reaching an orgasm,” Nerissa continued, ignoring his remark. “It really hurts to let your bladder get that full. Yes, I’ve tried it, but I much prefer masturbating. I reach an orgasm more quickly, and I can choose how full my bladder is when I start.” “Am I embarrassing you, by asking you such personal questions?” Steve asked. “Not at all. I guessed from your reaction yesterday that I’m the first mermaid you’ve seen. It’s natural to be curious about all kinds of things.” They had both finished their food by now. Steve looked at his watch, and then at Nerissa. “I was intending to go to the beach where we met,” he said. “I’d better go now, else all the good spaces will be taken.” She nodded. “Will I see you there?” he asked. She laughed. “After yesterday? No fear! I don’t want another run-in with that horrible woman. I’ll stay here, if that’s okay. I can come and go without having to worry about where I’m going to pee.”

Nerissa’s earliest memories were very happy ones. She and her mum went everywhere with her mum’s best friend, Lunaria, who had a daughter called Selinia. Selinia and Nerissa were the same age, and developed a bond of shared growing-up experiences. When Selinia was at the wetting-before-she-could-get-ashore stage, so was Nerissa. When Nerissa learned to hold her wee-wee until she got out of the water, Selinia learned it shortly after. The first time Selinia stood on her tail before she started doing her wee-wee, Nerissa was spurred on to make a supreme effort the next time they came ashore, and succeeded in standing halfway up before her wee-wee spurted out. Not long after that, Nerissa reached the stage of not being able to wee-wee in the sea. It scared her, the first time, because she thought she was going to die from the stomach cramps which drove her to race frantically for the beach. Then, when she broke the surface and found herself suddenly wetting uncontrollably, she burst into tears. “What’s the matter, Nerissa, love?” Mum asked anxiously. “I couldn’t wee-wee in the sea, and now I can’t hold it to stand up!” Nerissa wailed. Mum laughed. “Oh, is that all? Well, you shouldn’t worry about that, because it means you’re a big girl now.” “I’m a big girl even though I’ve wet myself?” “If you can’t wee-wee in the sea any more, that means you’re a big girl and you can control your bladder properly in the sea, where it matters. It’s nothing to worry about if you can’t stop yourself from wetting as soon as you get on the beach. You’ll learn to do that again soon.” Mum had been right, of course. Nerissa soon learned to anticipate the sudden slackening of her bladder sphincter as she emerged from the water. It was just a matter of timing: you had to clamp it shut hard, as soon as your tail came out of the water. Before this, she’d had to maintain constant control from the moment she neared the surface, right up until she was ashore and standing on her tail. That had been a little easier than this sudden transition from being unable to open her sphincter, to struggling to keep it closed. Selinia, on the other hand, seemed not to have the same difficulty. She continued as before, sometimes wetting as she slid up the beach, and sometimes standing before she wet. Once or twice, Nerissa noticed, she stood up and barely did a little dribble down her tail. She insisted she hadn’t wet on the sand, but Nerissa found that hard to believe. How could she not need to wee-wee, after coming out of the sea? The next phase that Nerissa and Selinia went through was play-pee. It started with Selinia wetting herself as she lay on the sand, basking, after a morning of hunting fish with their mums. The girls hadn’t really been hunting. Their mums were doing that. Nerissa just happened to catch a fish as it shot past her, trying to escape from her mum. Apart from that one fluke, the girls had simply played a game of tag while the adults got on with the serious business of catching food. Back on the beach, they had shared the catch between them, before lying down to soak up the heat of the sun. After a while, Lunaria and Nerissa’s mum had begun touching each other’s tails, near the place where they did their wee-wee. Very soon after that, Lunaria had done a wee-wee, letting it fountain up in little spurts as she lay there. Nerissa had been a little shocked to see her do it like that, without standing up. Then her mum had done the same thing. It must have felt very nice, because each of them shouted happily when it happened. She glanced at Selinia, and saw that she had also been watching their parents. When Selinia saw Nerissa looking at her, she grinned broadly, and then did a huge wee-wee, right up in the air as she lay on her back. “Selinia!” Lunaria scolded, in a good-humoured tone. “That’s not very polite, wetting yourself like that. You should stand up to do it.” “Well, you just did it like this,” Selinia replied. Lunaria smiled. “Yes, I know. I suppose it doesn’t matter when there’s just the four of us. Please don’t do that when we’re with other mermaids, though. You won’t see grown-up mermaids doing it except when they’re alone with their best friends.” After that, Nerissa and Selinia frequently played at tickling each other’s tummies while they were lying on the beach with their mums. They only played this game when there was just the four of them, but it was nevertheless their favourite game. The aim of it was to tickle or poke each other’s tummies until one of them wet herself, imitating the way their mums frequently played with each other in a similar fashion. Neither of the girls could make herself wee-wee in short spurts, like their mums always did. Even so, it was a fun game, which Nerissa invariably won. After a while, she began to suspect that this was because Selinia secretly liked wetting herself. * Nerissa always remembered the occasion when Lunaria first saw Selinia emerge from the sea and stand on her tail without doing a wee-wee. The two girls had remained deep underwater, playing tag, when their mothers went ashore with their catch of fish, and it had been some time before they realised that they were playing alone. When they realised, they immediately headed for shore. Their mothers had been lying on the sand, watching for them, when they slid up on the shore and stood on their tails. “Selinia, why didn’t you do a wee-wee?” Lunaria asked sternly. “I just didn’t need one,” Selinia said, her eyes sliding away from her mum’s face. “You did it in the sea before you got ashore, didn’t you?” Lunaria said. Selinia said nothing for a while, then nodded briefly, still not looking at her mum. “But how were you able to?” Selinia shrugged. “Sometimes I just can’t hold it long enough to get ashore.” “I don’t understand how that’s possible,” Nerissa’s mum said. “At your age, you shouldn’t be able to do it in the sea at all, even if you want to. You can’t, can you, Nerissa?” Nerissa shook her head. “I haven’t been able to let myself do it in the sea since that time when I cried because of wetting myself coming out of the sea.” “I’ve always been able to do it in the sea,” Selinia said, looking puzzled. “We both used to, when we were smaller.” “Yes, but then I found I couldn’t, and I haven’t been able to since,” Nerissa said. “Selinia, you mustn’t do it in the sea!” Lunaria shouted angrily. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to do that?” “Why?” “Because if you’re too deep, it can kill you!” Lunaria screamed. Nerissa had never seen her so angry, and it scared her. “I’ll try not to,” Selinia said, her voice trembling. “You’d better do more than just try, little madam. If I find out you’ve wet in the sea again, I’ll be extremely angry.” A brown lump extruded from Selinia’s tail, a little way below her pee-hole, and dropped onto the sand in front of her. “Okay, Selinia, love,” Lunaria said, looking down at the poo. “I didn’t mean to scare you that much. You must remember how important this is, though. If you wet in the sea, it can kill you.” After this, Nerissa didn’t let on, on those occasions when she suspected that Selinia had peed in the sea. She seemed to do it quite frequently, despite her promise to her mum not to. * Nerissa and Selinia were nearly seven summers old when the accident happened. They had slept the night on a small, sandy beach where their mothers had surfaced the night before. Nerissa had woken up to find herself peeing, and had lain there as it bubbled out of her pee-hole and wet the front of her tail. She wasn’t upset, of course, because you always peed in your sleep. How could you not? Out of the water, you had to make yourself hold it, to stop yourself from doing it. Since you had to sleep out of water, that meant it was inevitable that you would pee if you needed to go while you were asleep. When she sat up, Selinia was still asleep. Her tail was wet from an earlier pee, but it looked as if it had happened some time ago. Lunaria was in the middle of doing a poo in her sleep, and mum was wetting herself in those short spurts, like when she and Lunaria played with each other’s tails. Nerissa watched her do it, wondering why she and Selinia couldn’t manage to copy it. She’d tried dozens of times to wee like that, and it just didn’t work. As soon as she started letting her wee out, she had to let the whole lot out in one go. She simply couldn’t make it stop and start like that. She felt a poo coming. Turning over onto her front, she undulated down the beach to where the waves were washing gently up onto the wet sand. Then, getting up onto all-threes, she turned herself side-on to the waves, just in time. A brown lump emerged from an orifice about ten centimetres below her pee-hole, and was carried into the sea by the backwash from a wave. Two more brown lumps followed it. Once she was satisfied that her bowels were empty, Nerissa went into the breaking surf at a point where she could be sure she wasn’t going to be wallowing in her own wastes, and lay herself full-length on her front, wriggling her tail against the sand to clean it. Selinia was just waking up as she got back. Nerissa noticed that she didn’t pee. “You’re already awake!” Selinia said. “Let’s go for a swim.” “Okay,” Nerissa agreed. Lunaria must have been awake now. As the two girls began undulating towards the sea, she called out, “Don’t forget to empty your bladder before you go in the sea, Selinia!” “I’ll be okay, Mum,” Selinia called back. “I don’t need to pee.” Nerissa reached the waves just behind Selinia, and had to race to keep up with her friend as she dove down. A shoal of pilchards parted as they approached, but neither girl was thinking of food right now. They chased each other among the corals and anemones on the reef, and through deep valleys between huge rocks. Nerissa’s gills felt as if they were burning, from the effort of propelling herself as fast as Selinia. They came to a deep sink-hole, and Selinia headed down into it. Slow down a little, Selinia! Nerissa sang. I can’t keep up with you! Selinia stopped, about ten mermaid-lengths below the top of the hole, and turned to watch Nerissa. She sang gleeful laughter at the sight of Nerissa being so out of breath. Then her tail went down so that she was in an upright posture, her face took on a peaceful expression, and she closed her eyes. All of a sudden, her face became a rictus of agony, and she clutched at her stomach, doubling up. Selinia! What’s wrong? Nerissa sang in alarm. Selinia didn’t answer. She remained doubled up, her tail thrashing wildly. Selinia! Nerissa sang hysterically, swimming towards her friend. Selinia abruptly stopped thrashing and became motionless. Her body seemed to go limp, and her arms began to drift away from her stomach. Selinia, what’s wrong? Mum! Lunaria! Help! There’s something wrong with Selinia! Nerissa gripped Selinia’s shoulders, as she began to sink downwards. She shook her friend, but Selinia felt horribly unresponsive to her touch. Panic-stricken, Nerissa looked around to see if either of their mums were on their way; but they couldn’t have been in the water to hear her urgent songs of pleading. Finally, she hooked her hands under Selinia’s armpits, and began swimming slowly upwards, trying to divide her attention between watching for the surface and looking for some kind of hint that Selinia was okay. The next thing that happened left Nerissa singing screams of terror. Selinia’s stomach burst open, spilling blood, entrails, urine and faeces into the water. Nerissa dropped her friend in terror, and swam at full speed for the shore. She surfaced on the beach, took a deep lungful of air, and screamed at the top of her voice, oblivious to the fact that she was urinating and defecating as she shuffled up the sand to where their mothers were watching in alarm. “What’s wrong, Nerissa?” her mother called. “Where’s Selinia?” Lunaria asked, almost at the same time. Nerissa screamed again. She couldn’t help it. The image of Selinia’s stomach bursting open had been too graphic, and too shocking. There was no doubting that Selinia was dead, and Nerissa was certain that it was she who had somehow killed her friend by trying to bring her up to the surface. She had never heard of anything like this happening before, but there was no denying the evidence of her own eyes. She was vaguely aware, through her hysterics, of being helped up the beach and made to lie down on her side and take deep breaths. It didn’t help much, because with every lungful of air, she let out a fresh scream of terror. Finally, Nerissa began to feel too drained to scream any longer. The feeling of terror was slowly turning into a desolate sadness, tinged with guilt. “Please try to tell me what happened, Nerissa,” her mum said. Nerissa lifted her head and looked around. “Where’s Lunaria?” she asked. “She’s gone to look for Selinia,” Mum told her. “Oh, Mum, it was horrible!” Nerissa cried. “We were swimming around the reef, and we came to a sink hole.” “I know the place,” Mum said. “Selinia started to swim down into it, and I sang to her to wait for me. I was getting out of breath, you see, because she was swimming so fast. She stopped to wait for me, but then she suddenly clutched her tummy and bent over. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t see anything bite her, or anything like that. She looked as if she was in terrible pain. I swam to her, to try and help, and then she went all limp and stopped moving. I sang for you to help, but when you didn’t come, I tried to carry her up to the surface. And then… and then…” She felt the hysterics rise in her, and let out another terror-stricken scream. Mum stroked her hair and back gently, until she slowly calmed down again. “What happened, Nerissa?” she asked. “I think I killed her, Mum! I didn’t mean to do it; I was just trying to help her to the surface so that you and Lunaria could help her. But then her tummy burst open, and all blood and stuff came out. I was so scared, I panicked. I knew she must be dead, and I just dropped her and swam back here as fast as I could.” Nerissa began sobbing, but this time it was only sadness for her lost friend. The terror was beginning to abate, as she forced herself not to think of the awful images. “Will you be okay on your own for a few minutes, while I go and find Lunaria?” Mum asked. “Just stay on the beach, don’t go in the water.” “I won’t,” Nerissa said, shuddering. Nerissa watched her Mum undulate down to the waves, and slip under the water. Then she lay on her back and waited. When, at last, she heard the two women shuffling up the sand, she sat up. The pain in Lunaria’s face was more than she could bear, and it set her off sobbing again. “I’m so sorry, Lunaria,” she wept. “I didn’t mean to kill her.” Lunaria came up to her, and laid a gentle hand on her arm. “You didn’t kill her, Nerissa. Please don’t think that.” “But I don’t understand why she died, then,” Nerissa said. Lunaria bowed her head, and Nerissa saw tears drip from her cheeks into the sand. She put her arms around the woman’s shoulders and hugged her. “I’ve only ever heard stories about this kind of thing,” Lunaria said at last. “Tell me, did it look as if Selinia was trying to pee, when she was down there?” “I don’t know,” Nerissa said, trying to remember. Then she recalled the way in which her friend had stretched out full length and seemed to relax. “Maybe. She did have the expression she always had when she was about to pee. Why? Do you think this happened because she peed?” Lunaria nodded. “Most mermaids can’t pee, when we’re in the water. Firstly, our bodies don’t make pee while we’re more than two mermaid-lengths below the surface. Secondly, we have these pee-flaps—” she pointed to her own body “—that cover our pee-holes while we’re underwater, and the pressure forces them closed. Thirdly, we’re instinctively unable to pee, when we’re in water, except when we’re sexually excited. But every so often, a mermaid is born with one of a number of genetic defects. Sometimes her body continues to make pee when she’s deep down, and that forces her to come ashore frequently. Sometimes, the pee-flaps don’t fully cover her pee-hole. That’s less of a problem, because the shape of your pee-hole is such that the water pressure still pushes it closed when you’re down there. Worst of all is when a mermaid is born with a defective instinct, which means that she can pee in the water without being sexually excited. Unfortunately, Selinia was born with at least two of those defects. Her pee-flaps didn’t fully cover her hole, and she lacked the instinct that stopped her peeing in the water. I think she may also have continued to make some pee even when she was down deep.” “And you think she tried to pee while we were down in the sink hole?” “I’m almost certain, from the way you described things to your Mum.” “But I still don’t understand why that killed her.” “The water pressure outside her body was too great. When she opened her sphincter to pee, instead of her pee rushing out, sea water was forced into her.” “Oh my god!” “Her bladder would have burst under the pressure. That’s what killed her, Nerissa, not you trying to bring her to the surface.” “But why did she burst like that?” “Well, by then her abdomen would have been full of water. As you brought her up to where the pressure was lower, the water inside her needed to get out, and it burst her stomach.” Nerissa suddenly retched. Lunaria stroked her arm gently. “You didn’t kill her, Nerissa. She died because she was able to pee in the sea, and she didn’t take proper notice of my warnings not to do that.” * Six years passed. Nerissa and her Mum lay sunbathing side-by-side, on the pebble beach of a speck of land which was too small to be called an island, even by mermaids. “I wonder how Lunaria is?” Nerissa said. “Do you think she ever found a merman and had another baby?” “What made you think of her?” Mum wondered. “It’s years since we last met her.” “I don’t know. I just found myself thinking about babies, and I remembered that she wanted to have another after Selinia died.” Mum turned her head and looked at Nerissa in silence for a moment. “You’re not still getting nightmares about Selinia, are you?” she asked. Nerissa shook her head. “No, Mum, although I do often think of her and feel sad she’s not around.” “Well, to answer your question, Lunaria did have another baby. It’s a merman, and his name is Landolin. You remember we swam in a pod with other mermaids, for a while? I heard about it from one of them.” “You never told me. So she’s living with mermen, then, and we won’t see her very often. That’s a shame. I wonder what it’s like, living with them?” “I daresay it has its interesting points.” “Do you think she has sex very often?” “Possibly not as often as she would like,” Mum said. “Mermen only mate at certain times of the year, whereas a mermaid is sexually active all the time.” “What does it feel like, when a merman puts his penis in you? Does it feel wet, when he ejaculates?” “It feels very nice, and yes, it does feel wet,” Mum said. “It’s a very nice wetness, deep inside, and it makes you do something that feels a little bit like wetting yourself, but inside.” She paused a moment. “Would you mind if I went off for a swim on my own, for a little while?” “No, Mum, I don’t mind. I’m comfy here in the sun, and in any case I’m not feeling in the mood to swim.” She lay back and closed her eyes. A receding rattle of pebbles allowed her to follow her Mum’s progress towards the sea without having to watch. She heard the quiet splash as Mum entered the water, then nothing except the lapping of the waves on the beach. It was so peaceful here, with the sun warming her whole body, and the breeze seeming to stroke her from head to flipper. Odd that she’d never noticed, before, how nice it felt when the wind did that. It gave her a strange tingle in her tummy. Or perhaps she just needed to pee. Yes, that was it; it was a pee-tingle. That must be what it was. Nothing at all to do with imagining a merman putting his penis in her. She drifted off to sleep… …And woke to the most enjoyable pee she’d ever had. It was spurting out of her pee-hole in short, pulsating spurts, every single one of which felt nicer than the longest, most desperately awaited pee that she’d ever had. Her hips were jerking up and down involuntarily, and her whole body, and especially the area just below her pee-hole, seemed to be throbbing with wonderful bursts of joy, which kept perfect time with the spurting sensations. At last, she arched her body upwards, releasing the rest of her pee in one long, powerful spurt. Then she flopped down, limp with a strange kind of exhaustion which left a glow of happiness inside her. Her Mum returned as she was contemplating with wonder what she’d just experienced. “Oh, Mum, the most wonderful thing just happened to me,” Nerissa said. “I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was peeing. Only it was the nicest pee I’ve ever had. It was coming in these short spurts, and it felt so nice! I can’t explain how it felt, but it felt all lovely and tingly all over my body.” Mum smiled and nodded. “I guessed this would soon happen. You’re thirteen, now, which is about the age when most of us start getting those feelings. You’ve had a wet dream, Nerissa, darling, and those wonderful feelings were what we call an orgasm. It’s what all mermaids experience when they have sex with a merman, to make a baby.” “Wow! Does making a baby feel like that?” “Sometimes it feels nicer, but it depends on the merman. They take a lot longer than us to become sexually aroused, and a lot of mermaids experience premature orgasms before their merman is ready. It’s still nice, but it’s better if the merman’s penis is inside you when it happens.” “But why did it happen to me, just now?” “What were you thinking of?” “Nothing, really. Before I went to sleep, I was noticing how the breeze felt, as it blew over my body. I hadn’t noticed that before. It was making me tingle in my tummy, as if I was going to pee. Then I fell asleep, and woke up having that wet dream, as you called it.” “That’s quite a common way of experiencing your first orgasm,” Mum said. “For some mermaids, it happens as they’re sliding up the beach to get out of the water. The pee-need when we come out of the water is a similar feeling to an orgasm, and can sometimes trigger one. Many a young mermaid has had a ‘wet landing’ as her first experience of an orgasm, rather than a ‘wet dream’. Others have their first one while they’re cleaning themselves after a poo, because rubbing yourself against the sand can stimulate your vaginal flaps, if you’re in that mood.” “How did your first one happen?” Nerissa asked. Mum smiled. “It was sort of a ‘wet landing’, but not quite the way a lot of mermaids experience it. I came ashore on a beach, with my Mum and a friend of hers, and I was more aware than usual of the sand brushing against the area around my pee-hole. I needed to pee desperately, of course, but when I stood up to do it, I was curious to know why my skin seemed so sensitive down there. I put my hand on myself, to see whether that also felt different, and of course it was. It felt so nice to touch myself that I couldn’t stop. I kept rubbing myself, and then I had my first orgasm.” “You make it sound very nice. I wish mine had been like that.” “There’s no reason why you couldn’t experience one like that. It won’t be your first, of course, but it’ll feel just as nice.” Nerissa looked doubtful. “I suppose I might be that lucky, but I bet not. It’ll probably happen when I’m asleep, again.” “Well, that’s down to you. If you don’t masturbate when you become sexually aroused, you’ll either have a wet dream the next time you sleep, or an orgasm the next time something stimulates your vaginal flaps. If you do masturbate, you’ll be able to control how and when the orgasm happens.” “Masturbating is when you touch your vaginal flaps?” “Yes, or when you touch yourself in any other way that causes you sexual arousal.” “What sort of thing will make me become sexually aroused? The wind blowing against me?” “Yes, or else thinking about sex, or touching your vaginal flaps, or not orgasming for a long time. Lots of things. You’ll soon discover what arouses you most easily. You’ll find, though, that you can’t get aroused when you’re underwater. I think that’s a defence mechanism, like the one that stops us from peeing in the water. The one occasion when a mermaid can pee in the sea is when she’s having an orgasm, but that’ll only happen if she’s right on the surface. If you go under the water, you’ll find that the arousal goes away immediately, no matter how close to orgasm you are. That can be painful, because your bladder is suddenly stopped from emptying itself. It’s not dangerous, as long as you don’t stay down too long, but it makes your bladder ache and gives you vaginal cramps. You might even find that you orgasm spontaneously, as soon as you surface.” Nerissa wrinkled her nose. “I like the sound of a spontaneous orgasm, but not of the aching bladder and vaginal cramps. Maybe I won’t try that. What if I’m with a lot of other mermaids? Will I need to find somewhere private to masturbate, or can I do that in company?” Mum pursed her lips and tilted her head from side to side. “It depends how well you know the others. We’re all mermaids of the ocean, of course, so everyone understands how it is; and, of course, if you have a wet dream, no one will be any more offended than when you pee in your sleep. But just remember that the sight of you masturbating might arouse others. Before you know it, you could have the whole colony masturbating. For that reason, most of us do it in private, out of consideration for the others.” “Do you masturbate, Mum?” “Of course, Nerissa. In fact, that’s why I went in the sea, just now. All your talk of mermen was turning me on.” “I’m getting aroused again, from talking about all this,” Nerissa said, smiling. “Just think of that: I didn’t even know what these feelings were, earlier today.” “Would you like me to make myself scarce, while you masturbate?” Mum asked. “I need to do some hunting, in any case.” Nerissa smiled gratefully. She watched her mum slip into the sea and disappear under the surface, then began gently stroking herself along the length of the flaps whose existence she hadn’t even known about until not long ago. It felt nice. She rubbed harder.

Warning: Contains female on female themes, being peed on, finger stimulation, female ejaculation (squirting). Shadows and darkness swept over the city as the sun disappeared behind the mountain range. Those on the outside would dismiss at as rumor or superstition, but the locales knew better. They knew the truth about Lightning City. It was ruled by the vampires. When the sun set over the rooftops of the tall apartments, it was accompanied by a wave of fear and apprehension in each and every town citizen. Wives shut and locked their windows, and children abandoned their games in the streets. No one remained outside but the passing tourists, which was perfectly fine for Nikki Redfield. As long as someone remained. As she sat upon the roof of an apartment, she brushed back a loose strand of her short, red hair as she watched her prey walk by. Carefully, she selected her target. A young male. Close cropped hair cut, heavy build. Probably military. Though tough in a fight, his soldier status would likely make him overconfident, thinking that a vampire couldn’t possibly touch him. Idiot. Nikki laughed silently. The man turned a corner and Nikki made her move. She threw her leather jacket off and she jumped off the roof of the four story building, landing on the wall of the building next to her, and jumping from wall to wall to soften her landing. She dashed with quiet feet to her prey, and turned the corner to see the man on his knees with a little blonde girl in a dark green sweater and white skirt biting into his neck. She released him a few seconds later and looked into his eyes. “Now don’t tell anyone we did this.” she whispered. “Okay...” the man mumbled. “Thank you. I love you.” She flirted, and threw her long ponytail over her shoulder. The man rubbed the bite wound then sheepishly waved at the child as he walked away. “Jessica, you knew I was going after him, didn’t you?” Nikki asked the girl. “Maayyyybeeee.....” Jessica responded mischievously. The two girls of the night laughed and put their arms around each other. Nikki’s smile then faded. “This town is getting too worked up. They know.” “Yeah... well... we’ve been here for over twenty years now. After staying in the same place for so long, the people are bound to do more than suspect.” Nikki sighed. “We’ve been so good at covering our tracks, though. How is it that the whole city became wary of vampires?” Jessica shrugged. “With all the people we’ve bitten, maybe we turned one of them by accident.” “You think there’s another vampire?” The younger girl nodded. “That complicates things. Now we have to compete.” “What if we find the other vampire?” “Kill ‘em.” “How to you kill a vampire?” “Head sever, fire or long term sunlight exposure are the most common.” “Aren’t you supposed to put a wood stake in their heart or something?” “Never worked on me.” Nikki scoffed at the thought. “In the real world, Jess, there needs to be a scientific reason for something. Our skin cells are partially desiccated and gained a new enzyme that allows us to digest blood, but causes all of our cells to oxidize upon contact with the sunlight. The longer we go without feeding, the weaker those enzymes become. That’s why were killed by the sun.” “What about fire?” Jessica asked dryly. “Desiccated flesh burns easily.” “Head sever?” Nikki put a hand on Jessica’s shoulder. “Though we heal fast, we can’t regenerate lost body parts. No head, no life.” “So that last vampire from fifty years ago...” Nikki nodded. “Dead from a gunshot. Plasma weapons are a deadly thing against vampires.” “Noted.” ___ “You know it’s a trap, right?” Jessica spouted. Nikki nodded silently. Tracking a vampire and there being a trail of blood through his supposed lair? Someone was baiting them. Nikki crept forward. The trail ended at a rusty metal door, and every instinct inside Nikki told her that danger awaited on the other side. “Fuck it.” Nikki performed a stepping side kick and bashed the door in, finding a human male hunched over a human female laying on a bed. He had his face pressed into her chest, and the bed was stained horribly in blood. “Now that’s a heart attack!” Jessica said. Nikki’s palm went almost immediately to her face. “You’re here...” The man hissed. He turned and looked over at the two vampire kids, blood dripping from his mouth. “A heart feeder, huh? Couldn’t just take the jugular or carotid?” Nikki took a better look at the man. His skin was almost snow white, his hair a dull gray, and his eyes; black on the outside and blood red towards the center. “Watch it, Jess, he’s three days starved.” “What does that mean?” Jessica asked. As the younger girl finished her question, the starved vampire man began to fade and vanished into nothing. “Oh...” Both girls brought their hand up in ready position. Nikki scanned the room, eyes darting from one corner to the other, waiting for the slightest movement. “Look out!” Jessica yelled. The man reappeared directly in front of Nikki holding the familiar sight of a security force plasma handgun. Nikki heard a faint click as the trigger hit the handle, but the red-haired vampire was already out of the way. The crimson bolt flew forward and struck the metal wall in a burst of red and white sparks. The man jumped back and continued to fire wildly at Nikki, but the experienced fighter dodged every shot faster than one could blink, as if she was teleporting from one place to another. Nikki continued dodging until everyone heard a brief sizzle come from the gun. “You’re empty.” Nikki said. She flashed her fangs and charged the man. Jessica was entranced at how her friend moved, with such grace and precision. A knee to the gut. A swing to the left cheek. Crescent kick to the right shoulder. Triple punch to the abdomen. Open palm uppercut to the chin. Sweep kick to the ankles. As the enemy vampire fell to the ground, Nikki ended the fight with hard axe kick, bringing her heel straight down on her victim’s neck. Jessica chuckled as the head of the starved vampire rolled away under the bed of his victim. “You’re so awesome when your badass, Nick.” Nikki wiped the blood off of her boot and tried to get it out of her jeans. “Thanks.” Nikki shrugged her shoulders and let go of her foot. With her usual wry grin, she walked over towards the younger vampire and put a hand on her head. “You know, we’ll have to lay low for a while after this. Or skip town.” “I’ll go anywhere with you. I owe you so much.” ___ Nikki opened the door and stepped out with Jessica into the sunlight. “Wh-what are you doing!?” a girl asked from inside. “Relax, Meredith, as long as we’ve fed recently the sun won’t hurt us. It just... takes away our powers.” “Oh... okay.” Jessica walked up and kissed the young girl on the forehead. “Thanks so much for letting us stay here. Tell your parents too.” “I will. Come back soon! It’s not every day you get to meet a vampire!” Nikki and Jessica waved goodbye to the young girl and started their journey. “So where are we headed?” Jessica inquired. “Figured we’d head north into the mountains. There’s an average-size town there called Storm’s Rest. Did you pee before we left?” “No, I’ll be fine.” “I’m not having another repeat like last year! I don’t know why you’re so afraid to pee outside, but if you wet yourself again...” “I won’t! Shut up! I don’t even have to go!” Jessica lied. She and Nikki had both drank several bottles of water to try and supplement their thirst for blood, but Jessica knew she metabolized faster than her elder counterpart. It won’t be long until I really have to pee. Jessica thought. Her brow furrowed with worry, then she lit up like a light bulb. “Well what are we waiting for? As soon as we get there, it won’t be a problem! C’mon!” The little blonde girl skipped away into the distance. Nikki grinned, not so wryly, then ran to catch up with the girl. ___ Nearly two hours had passed since then. Clouds passed over the sun and gave the girls a chance to rest. As Jessica sat down in the green, dewey grass, her hand immediately began rubbing the crotch of her pants. “You told me you wouldn’t have to go for a while!” Nikki reminded her. “Sorry... Guess my bladder filled more quickly than I thought.” Jessica laughed. Nikki shook her head and sat down next to her friend. “You know, I’m really glad you came with me.” “Aw, thanks, Nick!” Jessica put an arm over Nikki’s shoulder. “Really. Thanks.” Nikki returned the gesture. “A century alone is no fun at all.” The two girls smiled gently at each other. Twenty years of friendship. Constantly looking out for one another. The memories of how long they’d been together flooded each of their minds. Jessica gazed deeply into the mahogany eyes of her companion, and the softness of her pale lips. Nikki appeared to be doing the same. Jessica’s heart began to race. Is this really going to happen? My own best friend? Jessica couldn’t resist any longer. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Nikki’s. Then she quickly pulled away. “I’m sorry... I shouldn’t-” Nikki put a finger on Jessica lips, looked into her eyes again and smiled. She took the young girl’s head and kissed her back. This time, the kiss lasted. To Jessica, it seemed to be lasting for hours. In the embrace of her closest friend, her body filled with warmth. Wait... what? She thought. It wasn’t her body. It was her panties! A large gush of urine spilled out into her underwear, but she got it back under control. “Nikki...” “Yes, Jessica?” Nikki responded passionately. “I really have to pee...” “How romantic.” Nikki laughed. “I’m serious.” Nikki merely shook her head. She got in front of Jessica and reached up her skirt, feeling her hips for the band of her panties. Finding them, she slowly began to pull them down her skinny little legs. She noticed the wet spot on them, put the white undergarments up to her nose and inhaled deeply. “A smell I love.” Jessica giggled. She couldn’t tell if Nikki was serious or not, but in the heat of the moment, it didn’t matter. Nikki began removing her own clothes, starting with her tank top. “I knew you didn’t wear a bra!” Jessica teased. “Never said I did.” Nikki replied. She unbuttoned her jeans and kicked them off of her legs, leaving nothing but an adorable pair of pink panties. Jessica moved up to return the favor Nikki did for her. She put her arms around Nikki’s waist and slipped her fingers under the elastic band, and began to slide the underwear down those well-toned legs until she yanked them off her feet. “My turn.” Jessica pulled her sweater and t-shirt off and threw them to the side. She then unfastened her skirt and slipped out of it. Both girls, now completely undressed, embraced each other, feeling the softness of the other’s flesh. Jessica sighed deeply as Nikki began massaging her back with one hand, and running her other hand up the back of Jessica’s thigh. Jessica moved her hands up and down her partner’s small breasts. They were small, but firm. Their softness felt so wonderful along the palms of her hands. Jessica perked up suddenly as she felt a strange sensation between her legs. Nikki was running her two forefingers along Jessica’s vulva. Nikki then slid down between Jessica’s legs on her back. “Come on. Do it.” Nikki encouraged. She reached in and slowly rubbed Jessica’s clitoris. Jessica began moaning in pleasure. She put her head back and closed her eyes, loving the stimulation as her body lost control. Every lower body muscle relaxed, and hot yellow urine began to trickle down from between her legs. Nikki closed her eyes as the warm liquid spilled out over her chest and ran down her body, over her girlhood. Nikki reached down there and began rubbing her own clitoris, ferociously. “Oh... oh yeah...” The trickle of urine grew into full blown gushing as large quantities of urine poured over the red-haired vampire’s front. Nikki began to breathe harder and harder and rubbed herself faster and faster until she stopped her breathing, thrust her head back and her hips forward, then took a brief breath as bursts of white fluid began gushing from her vulva. Nikki squirted about four times until she finally started breathing again. “What was that? Jessica asked. “I’ll show you.” Nikki responded. She grabbed Jessica’s hips and switched places with her. She positioned herself and rested her vagina on top of Jessica’s belly, and reached back for her girlhood. Nikki closed her eyes again and relaxed. Jessica smiled as she felt something warm begin to flow over her body. She looked down between Nikki’s legs to see a steady flow of urine pouring out over her. Jessica was then overcome by waves of pleasure as she felt Nikki’s two fingers moving in and out of her vagina. Jessica closed her eyes and let Nikki do whatever she was going to do. Jessica couldn’t help it. She began rubbing her chest, she didn’t know why, but it felt good. Nikki began rubbing Jessica’s clitoris again, and Jessica almost screamed as all her hip muscles tightened, her breathing paused, and her girlhood begun to act like a heart, pulsating waves of the most wonderful pleasure she had ever felt. One... two... three... four waves passed over her, each followed by a burst of white fluid from the cleft between her legs. “How...(huff) did I... (huff) do that? Was I... peeing?” Jessica asked panting wildly. “Not exactly.” Nikki responded. “But I’ll explain later.” Nikki laid her chest against Jessica’s and began to kiss her gently again. ___ Amidst the snow, a pair of buildings rose over the hill. Nikki and Jessica kept moving forward until the entire town of Storm’s Rest was laid out before them. The steel chimneys of snow covered roof tops produced smoke into the air, passing over the trees. “We’re here.” Nikki stated. “They use fires here?” Jessica giggled. “Something to be said about a classic lifestyle. Come on. I’ll show you what hot chocolate is.” The two girls exchanged a quick kiss, then dived down the snowy hill on their stomachs.