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  1. My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 20 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 20 - Baby Kim's day at the zoo It had now been two full days as Chris's baby. My routine was drinking from a bottle, being spoon-fed baby food, sleeping, playing in my playpen, watching cartoons, and of course wetting and occasionally messing my diapers. I was surprised when Chris announced that he was going to take me to the zoo today. How would he manage that and how embarrassing was this going to be for both of us. After all, I didn't think a dentist would want to be seen in public with his wife acting like a baby. I knew I didn't want to crawl around the zoo in a diaper. Chris dressed me in diapers (of course) and plastic baby pants. He removed the bondage mittens and that felt nice. He then put me in the bib styled overalls we had purchased from Nicole. These looked fairly normal except that there were snaps at the crotch and down the insides of the legs to make diaper changes easier. I couldn't ask questions with the mouth guard still in place, so I went with the flow. I rode to the zoo in my car seat and Chris had me wait in the car while he purchased the zoo tickets. He returned to the car pushing a large stroller. This was the kind of stroller that one could rent and used to push a handicapped person around the zoo. So that is what Chris had in mind I thought. Chris helped me into the large stroller. There was a safety strap that was pulled around my waist and fastened somewhere at the back of the stroller. My first realization was that I would not be able to reach the release mechanism on the strap. This was not a surprise knowing Chris and his love of keeping me bound. I kept my legs together in the stroller so that no one could see the snaps on my jeans. Also, since I was in a sitting position, no one could really tell that I was wearing a thick diaper between my legs. I felt better that my secret would be safe, and I relaxed. There was a benefit to being in the stroller. I didn't have to walk, and we were allowed to go to the front of lines because I was "handicapped." (I think the politically correct way of saying it is Diaper-Challenged.") Chris bought me drinks constantly, and I knew by now it was to keep me wet and needing diaper changes. Since we were out in public, Chris let me drink from a straw. I still didn't think that the mouth guard would let me drink out of a cup, so I was glad the straw worked fine. It didn't take me long to have to pee. After several days of baby status, it was almost natural to just release my pee into my waiting diaper. I know I can never get totally used to wetting a diaper and that is fine with me. It is especially difficult for me to wet in public, but it was also a nice secret that Chris and I shared. Typically, I would let Chris know when I was wetting so that he could hold me tight while I peed, but in the stroller this was not really possible. I waited to pee until we were in a crowded place to add to the excitement of having people all around me. Since I was unable to talk, I pointed to my crotch so that Chris could share in my wetting experience. It was wonderful. I sat back and just let it flow. There was little embarrassment this time because no one around me had any idea I was wetting myself. Chris grabbed my hand as I continued to fill my diaper. I could have come with very little effort if my private area could have received any attention at all. That was not to happen in public, and it had now been days with no sex. I was dying, and I knew Chris probably was ready to jump my bones too. Chris wheeled me over to a family restroom that allowed just one person or couple at a time. He was able to wheel my stroller right in the restroom, and he locked the door for privacy. I thought this would be a typical diaper change, but nothing is typical with Chris. This time when he opened my little protective chastity heart to clean me up, he showed me two plastic vibrating eggs and proceeded to bury them deep within my pussy. He then closed the little cage door protecting my pussy and snapped the lock shut. These particular eggs didn't have any wires, but I was sure they must be some kind of vibrator. I was both excited and intrigued. "Kim, I want to share in your next diaper wetting." "In fact, I want to trigger your next wet diaper." "When I think you have had enough to drink, I will set the eggs in motion with this remote control." "I don't want you to pee until you feel the vibrations." "If I check your diaper, and you are wet, and I haven't set off the vibrating eggs, you will be severely punished." "Don't test me on this one." I could only respond with a nod of my head and did so. Wow, vibrating eggs in my pussy, and they are operated by remote control! Today was a much better day. Chris continued to serve me large drinks. I drank them with the anticipation of feeling the vibrating eggs humming deep within my most intimate area. It didn't take any time at all for my need to pee hit a peak. I motioned to Chris that I had to pee. He ignored me. Could I hold out for the vibrating signal, or would I be punished for peeing? I was squirming in the stroller. It got so bad that I put my hand in my crotch and tried to hold back the flow. The chastity heart kept my hand from having any real impact. I was swaying back and forth in agony. Finally, the most delightful feeling in the world swept over me. The eggs began to vibrate inside my pussy. I couldn't have imagined a better feeling. I don't know what felt better at first. The fact that I was finally allowed to wet myself and relieve the pressure in my bladder or the eggs dancing inside my pussy. My only hope was that Chris wouldn't turn off the vibrating eggs too soon. I didn't realize how I must have looked nor did I care, but I was moaning in sure delight. My diaper was filling and the sensations coming from deep inside me were incredible. It is probably lucky that I was wearing a mouth guard because I practically screamed when my orgasm hit me. Wave after wave of orgasms ripped through me. I was left totally exhausted. I wanted to thank Chris so much, but was unable to do so. I knew the next time we went to the family restroom I could show him my appreciation. That time came almost immediately as I was wheeled to the restroom. In the privacy of the locked restroom, I was able to get down on my knees while Chris traded places momentarily and sat in the stroller. I unzipped his jeans and gave him a blow job. I couldn't use my tongue trapped as it was, but Chris was able to stick his cock deep into my throat. I tried something new on Chris and stuck my wet finger in his bum while I sucked on his erect cock. He squirmed up and down on my finger, so he was obviously enjoying the sensation. He must have really liked it because his load shot into my mouth with such force, and he cried out like I had never heard him do before. Wow, what an incredible day. Before I got off my knees, Chris stood up and looked me in my eyes. "Kim, the week is up." "You have finished your regression therapy." "I am going to take you home, remove your mouth guard, remove your chastity "friend" and you will be free to go about your normal activities." My disappointment must have been all over my face. Chris picked up on my frown and said, "You know Kim, we still have all the baby gear." "If I feel a need to discipline you again, count on some sort of regression therapy to help bring you back to being my submissive wife." I will not be removing the silver pacifier that is dangling between your legs. And of course, the two tattoos of the diaper pins are permanently on your body. These will be a constant reminder that you are my diaper slave. I want you to always wonder each time you take a drink, if your next pee will be in a toilet or if you will be forced to release your pee into a waiting diaper. As my diaper slave, you will never know when the next diaper will be taped or pinned on you. I wrapped my arms around his legs and kissed his penis in appreciation. Once again Chris triggered the vibrating eggs buried deep inside me, and he helped me back into the stroller. It was going to be an interesting ride home. The End
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    Which of these three doors you think your worth to enter? Enjoy it!

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  4. The story starts on a pleasant spring day as Jenny and a few of her friends (Laura, Cathi, Rachel) were on their way to a Goa dance festival. The festival lasted from Friday night until Sunday, and there was spacing for camping, dancing, hanging, and parking. Jenny was blonde and about 5'3" and 24 years old, she was a nurse but liked to go out to parties with her friends on weekends. On this particular weekend, she had rushed to get ready after getting out of work late and managed to bring a spare shirt, a toothbrush, and 2 pairs of socks before literally running out of her door to get into Laura's car for the journey. As the drive began, Jenny realized she had forgotten to go to the bathroom, she had also forgotten to even bring a spare pair of pants or panties. She realized immediately this was a mistake, because especially when she took drugs: she tended to impulsively pee her pants when had to go and felt relaxed. She was luckily wearing a pair of cyan-green Goa pants, so she figured most accidents would just wet her panties and run down her legs: it could be worse. As they arrived at the parking spaced, Jenny was very already desperate when they arrived, and when they had stopped the car she jumped out along with Laura. Jenny asked Laura, " Where are the bathrooms here?" to which Laura replied, "There"s a single porta-potty and I am definitely going first, you usually end up with wet pants anyways so if you wet yourself no biggie: but I have appearences to maintain." Jenny was slightly taken aback, replied "You won't get that without a fight unless you bribe me: go any molly?" Laura nodded and pulled out a tube with slightly opaque small white crystals, and took a very small one and gave it to Jenny. Jenny broke it into a fine powder to better guess its weight, and took what she thought to be about 75mg, about 1.2mg/kg. Although this is still a reasonable dose, it increased her heartrate directly and a warm relaxing feeling flowed through her within 10 minutes of putting it under her tongue. It was around this time that she noticed she had begun to pee herself, and that Laura had already left the porta-potty and let someone in while starting and laughing at Jenny peeing in her wafty Goa pants. Jenny snapped back reality and was both excited and kind of horny, very aware of her wet crotch. She pulled herself together and stopped peeing, her pants wet around her crotch and down her left leg, and her underwear completely soaked. She tried to take the next place in line again, but was stopped by a henna redhead named Tania. Tania said "No, you go to the back of the line, besides you already peed, everyone can tell" and laughed at her. Jenny was not amused, and sternly told Tania "Yes, I already peed myself, but I like to see if the rest can't end up outside of my pants, can I please go in front of you? I really need to go still..." To which Tania laughed loudly and said "only if you pee your pants for 10 seconds while crouching on the ground in front of everyone in the line" smiling widely. Jenny turned red but secretly loved the idea, she reluctantly agreed, crouched down, and began to pee through her panties and baggy pants as the small line snickered. Tania then went to the side and let her stand first in line, quickly snapping a picture of Jenny's wet butt to show her friends later. As Jenny finally got to pull down her wet pants and panties and piss normally, she was determined to get back to Tania before the weekend was done, but first she would need to dance the piss out of her pants, so she returned with a big smile to her friends and they all went together to the dance floor. To be continued....
  5. A/N: Written for Kinktober Day 9: Humiliation, this one of those mean spirited public humiliation fics because yeah. Today has gone on for too long. Lumine can say that with absolute certainty, and though she is willing to do whatever she needs to for the people of Mondstadt under normal circumstances, there comes a point when hours and hours of uninterrupted work becomes too much for her. She gets tired of being everyone’s hero, even when she loves it, because she has her limits. True, she does not grow so tired that she can’t handle it, at least not often, but there is more to it than that. Lumine has had to pee for hours, and if she does not take a break soon, she is certain that she is going to lose her mind, the pain more than she can handle at this point. She is so full that she is sure, if she were to take her dress off now, that she would be bulging slightly, her bladder pushed far beyond what it is meant to contain. But all of that is going to come to an end soon, just as long as she is able to make it to a bathroom. Not “as long as,” but when she is able to make it to a bathroom. She refuses to let herself consider the possibility that she might not make it, even if it is getting harder to keep her composure as she walks. Lumine has her fists clenched at her sides, making sure that she does not walk so quickly that she leaks- anymore than she already has, but she is also trying not to think about that- but still quickly enough to make progress. Is her stiff walk enough to get attention? She certainly hopes not, but at the same time, it’s very hard for her to avoid such attention just by being out and about. That’s what got her into this mess in the first place; people always find her, and are never shy about asking her for help. For the most part, she’s glad to have that sort of reputation, but right now, she would rather be anywhere but here. How many hours has it been? It’s late afternoon, perhaps early evening, and the last time she relieved herself was early in the morning. She is not sure when the need first began to make itself known, but it was definitely a few hours ago at least. Though she has not let herself count how many times she has leaked, she already knows that her panties are damp, and can imagine just how sizable the wet spot on them must be. Each step she takes gets her closer to her relief, but it also pushes her closer to losing control, and brings her further into the center of town, where anyone might be able to figure out what’s wrong with her. From time to time, she has to stop, just to squeeze her thighs together, toes curling in her shoes. She stares at the ground, clenching her fists tighter, refusing to look up and see if anyone is staring at her. If she lets herself get carried away, she is certain she can hear some hushed whispers, but she can’t think about that now either. She can only think about moving forward, and tells herself that it does not matter if a few people can tell that she needs to pee now, just as long as that is as far as it goes. Not much further now, but every step gets her a bigger audience, once she is able to move forward again. Things are really bustling right now, and the city is crowded, just like it always is, and Lumine has had to pee for hours and hours, and really can’t take another second of this. Her bladder has never been so full in all her life, the ache enough to make her want to cry. What she wouldn’t give to just be able to let it all out already… As if tempted by her thoughts, another leak slips out, and she blinks back tears. The leaks are getting stronger now, soaking into her bloomers, her panties already past saving. Another powerful spurt sees a thin dribble of piss running down the inside of her thigh, possibly visible to someone close enough. She’s basically already pissing herself, just barely stopping it every time it starts up again, but any of the nearest bathrooms are still so faraway, and she… She isn’t going to make it. Lumine tries to the very end, fighting her aching bladder, but she can’t do it anymore. Even knowing that, she still keeps up her futile fight, jamming a hand between her legs, as if holding herself like a little girl is going to help with anything other than getting her even more attention. She doesn’t have to look to be able to feel the eyes on her, and her hand quickly grows damp as she tries to hold back leak after leak. She keeps her hand clamped tight over her pussy, for all the good it does, hiking her skirt up so much in the process that she can tell she’s being leered at by a few. Now, she can hear the whispers as people catch onto what is happening with her, some voices sounding more sympathetic than others. There is muffled laughter, and one voice cuts in a bit louder, a child pointing out what’s happening, too young and oblivious to go at this with any sort of tact. “Look, she’s gonna pee!” It’s been hours and she has pushed her bladder beyond her natural limits. The bathroom is still too far away, and though she is in the center of town, though all eyes are on her, though she has spent all day being everyone’s hero, she can’t hold it anymore. She is forced to stop as another spurt escapes her, but then, she isn’t just leaking anymore. It all comes gushing out of her, soaking her hand so quickly she can't move it away in time. By the time she thinks to move it, it’s already soaked, and she realizes her skirt is going to fall and get wet as well. Lumine is far past the point of thinking rationally, panicking as she holds her skirt up. Everyone can see the way her knees knock together and her bloomers continue to darken, as her piss just pours out of her. There's whispers of sympathy and there's leering. The child who pointed her out before asks their mom why she didn't know better. There is muffled laughter from several directions, as a puddle grows at her feet, and as Lumine’s face burns with humiliation like she has never felt before. She worked hard all day, pushing her bladder to the breaking point. She was everyone's hero; now she's just the poor, pathetic girl who can't hold her piss. When she is finally empty, her bladder still aching from how much she had to hold, the relief so great and the humiliation even greater, she doesn’t know what else to do but start walking again. If she listens, she can still hear people whispering amongst themselves about what she has done, and she knows she will likely never live this down. All she can do is keep walking, to move out of the public eye so she can go clean up. She doesn't want her skirt to get wet so she keeps it hiked up as she walks back, letting everyone she passes see her pee soaked bloomers, letting everyone see her "little accident". Word was going to spread either way, so she no longer sees any point in trying to preserve her dignity. By the time she's back, her piss has gone cold, but her panties are all warm and sticky as she peels them off. She doesn't know what the hell is wrong with her, that she barely has to touch herself at all, and yet has never come so hard in all her life. - If you're interested in my writing updates, please join my discord server! https://discord.gg/xUrPXDH I stream here, and the chat is locked when there isn't a stream going on, so for the most part, it's only posts that are updates from me
  6. Hey everyone! Jane here! So, this is an extract from my first Amazon Omorashi story. Thought i'd give you all an exclusive sample extract and if you like it, then I hope you'll consider purchasing the full thing from Amazon for only £0.99. Hope you all enjoy! I've attached a link to the full story below. THE DESPERATE CHEERLEADERS Back when we started college, Alice and I signed up for the cheerleading squad and both got on. I liked it, the outfits are cute, the team players are often SUPER HOT and it keeps us fit but I grew to really enjoy it for another reason. You see, the windows for cheerleaders to use bathrooms during matches are basically non-existent thanks to the dumb game policies and the only times to really use them are after the match, when dozens of other girls are thinking the same thing. As well as that, the female coach always makes the girls come together into the girls changing rooms first and give us a review of how we’ve done. Often, I’d see half a dozen or more girls that every guy under the sun wants to get their pants off, probably minutes away from pissing straight through them. They squirm around desperately, their legs crossed tight until they can finally make a mad dash for the loos a few steps away from the changing room. It’s really hot, though until today, they’d always held on; at least in terms of having any visible losses of control. It was an especially hot day and so everyone had loaded up with water pre-game. As the match went on, we cheered and danced our hearts out: Our black and white uniforms kicking up as we did our steps, flashing our red underwear; all our team’s colours. It seemed to inspire our players, as we secured a last minute victory that sent the crowd wild. We all piled into the changing rooms, the usual culprits desperate as ever and the coach gave her little speech; clearing out. However, as she did, the door slammed shut with an unusual thud, catching everyone’s attention. Alice went to check it out and when she turned back, she looked pale: “The door is busted!”. The other girls rushed over trying to budge the door; however, it was jammed, a piece of the metal allowing it to turn had sheared straight off, probably from not being maintained well enough. As this realisation sunk in, girls began banging at the door, calling for help however the lockers were sound-proofed after years of graduation pranks where people had set off firecrackers that disrupted the whole college. No one could hear us and it would be ages before anyone realised what had happened and then even longer until they could help. As the minutes passed, several girls began to squirm on the benches, standing or wherever they were in the rooms. Alice was among them, her ass shaking as she repeatedly crossed her legs back and forth; pacing the room, complaining about the “Fucking useless doors”. Another was our lead cheerleader, Sindy. A tall, thin black girl with brown hair and green eyes, everyone agreed she was among the most gorgeous girls among the team and right now, she was also among the most desperate, one hand stuffed between her cheerleading skirt as she rocked back and forth; clearly sweating with the effort of holding for so long. The most desperate however, was Isabel. Isabel Brians was squirming openly, frequently holding herself and repeatedly saying: “God I’m desperate” and “I can’t hold it” over and over. Her legs were shaking, her tits; larger even than Alice’s, were bouncing freely in her uniform and if I was right, she probably only had minutes left before she started leaking; maybe even completely lost control. Isabel was one of the most sought after girls in college, she’d just come out of a six-month relationship where if the guys were to be believed; though they often chat complete shit, Isabel could apparently give blowjobs better than any other girl at college, her ex claiming she’d give them daily when together: In their rooms, his car, the nearby creek and forest; even twice in a McDonalds Bathroom. If the last part was true, then she probably wished she was there right about now. Suddenly, we all heard a scream and turned: It was Alice and I watched shocked as rivers of pee began to pour out through her red panties, which were on full display as she soaked them; the long streams running down her legs, as she gripped the nearby rack for support, so she didn’t collapse into her own growing puddle. The other girls stepped away, cries of shock ringing out: “Oh my God Alice!”. “What the hell!”. “Oh don’t, I need to go even worse now!”. “Holy shit, you had to go Alice!”. “Stop it!”. “I can’t!” was Alice’s reply to the last one and she clearly couldn’t, her legs trembling as the most public wetting accident I’d ever seen continued... TO BE CONTINUED... https://www.amazon.co.uk/DESPERATE-CHEERLEADERS-Jane-Jones-ebook/dp/B084LGDMVL/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3UNNUQ8NUFE60&keywords=desperate+cheerleaders&qid=1582418952&sprefix=Desperate+Cheerle%2Caps%2C175&sr=8-1
  7. Here4theFun

    The Bet 1

    From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    Poor June lost a bet and now must endure some public humiliation. Don't be taken aback by her protests deep down she loves these kind of situations.
  8. Recent drawing I did... I often take my art and edit omo onto it, but never really showed it to anyone until now
  9. From the album: Salmon McClearn: Occasional Contributor of Piss Art

    This poor roe der has found herself ziptied and exposed for longer than she could hold it. Doesn't look like she minds all that much... Nakey and pee-less alt available on my twitter.
  10. This is a little something I wrote a couple of days ago. It's a one-shot for now. Maybe there will be more at some point if people like it and I feel up to it. The protagonists are as yet nameless, but that may change too. Who knows? ———————— It starts with harmless flirting. We’re both grad students, sharing an apartment. He’s studying law, I’m in computer science. We didn’t know each other from before, I just found his ad in a Facebook group saying he was looking for a roommate. I’d just been dumped at the time and needed a new place to live. We joke around, he makes lewd comments and we laugh about it. The first time it happens, we’re both drunk. We’ve had a night out with some other students and when we get home, he grabs me and kisses me. We don’t even make it to the bedroom, we just fuck in the hall, up against the front door. It’s never been like that before, with anyone. He’s forceful, and I really like it. We’re not boyfriends. We never kiss, after that first time when we were drunk. But a couple of times a week, we end up in bed together. I never used to be such a bottom, but I love the way he fucks me. I never used to be a size-queen either, but his cock is amazing. I wake up with a sore ass and finger marks around my wrists, and I love it. We’ve been doing it for about a month when, one Saturday, he asks me to the movies out of the blue. An early afternoon showing of some new action flick. I agree immediately, even though it’s not really my genre. I don’t know if it’s a date or if we’re just going out as friends, but I wear my favourite skinny jeans with a faded band t-shirt that’s slightly loose around the collar. It shows off just a little bit of collar bone. I think I look pretty cute. You know, for being me. He buys me a bucket-sized drink on the way into the theatre. ‘Make sure you drink it all,’ he says. Somehow, it sounds like a command, not a suggestion. I glance over at him as we sit down. ‘Hey,’ I whisper, licking my lips. ‘Hm?’ ‘I . . . I was just wondering . . .’ He turns his eyes on me. ‘Wondering what?’ ‘Is . . . is this a date?’ I mumble. He smiles a little wider. ‘I don’t know. Is it?’ I blush, staring down at the drink in my hands, and for want of anything else to do, take a large sip. It’s a pretty good movie in spite of the genre, but about halfway through I start getting the powerful urge to piss. I lean close and whisper, ‘Can I get past? I gotta use the bathroom.’ ‘No,’ he says softly. I blink. ‘I . . . what?’ ‘No,’ he repeats. ‘You’re staying here. You finish that drink yet?’ I shake my head. ‘It’s a really big drink.’ ‘I know. And I’ll be annoyed with you if you haven’t finished it by the time the movie’s done. Stay in your seat.’ Someone shushes us from the row behind and I bite my lip, turning my gaze to the screen. I tap my foot. I guess I can hold it. I take another sip of the drink. I don’t really remember much of the second half of the movie. When my leg starts shaking, he grabs my thigh and squeezes. I swallow, take another drink, try not to think about how much I need to piss. When the movie’s done, he takes the cup from me. ‘Hm. You didn’t finish it.’ ‘I . . . I’m sorry,’ I say. ‘I just . . . I really need to—’ ‘Finish the drink first,’ he tells me. ‘We’re not going anywhere until you do.’ He hands the drink back and I take it wordlessly. There’s not that much left, and somehow I manage to finish. Then we stand. I immediately cross my legs. This is not good. I feel like I may wet myself if I don’t get to a bathroom soon. But when we exit the theatre, he takes my hand and leads me straight past the toilets. I stare at him. ‘Wait! I gotta—’ ‘Hold it until we get home,’ he says. ‘But—’ ‘Stop talking back.’ His voice is calm and he’s smiling. He looks mildly amused. I feel myself flush. Part of me is angry that he won’t let me go pee. Another part is embarrassed that I’m struggling so much to hold it. And then there’s a third part of me, buried deep, that’s . . . excited. We exit out onto the street. It’s only about five o’clock so it’s still light. ‘Promise we’re going straight home?’ I ask, my voice pleading. ‘I promise. We’re going to the car.’ Walking is a struggle. With every step, I worry I’ll pee my pants. ‘Please,’ I try again. ‘Can’t we go by a café or something so I can—’ He stops in his tracks and I halt as well. He turns to me. ‘Didn’t I tell you not to talk back?’ Lowering his voice, he whispers, ‘I think I’m gonna have to punish you. When I get you home, I’m gonna give you a good, long spanking. And then . . . then I’m gonna wreck you.’ I shut my eyes tight, trying to keep my breathing steady. That excitement rises in me, my body responding to his words and his voice. Around us on the busy street, people are walking, chatting, on their way to places. I desperately need to pee. The good news is I’m rock hard, which helps. The bad news is I’m rock hard and I’m wearing really tight jeans. My cheeks feel hot. I take a shaky breath. ‘Oh?’ I feel him step closer. ‘What’s this, hm? Did the promise of a spanking make you this hard?’ I open my eyes and meet his gaze. My eyes are wide. He smiles. ‘What’s the matter, boy?’ ‘I . . .’ I swallow. ‘It’s embarrassing . . .’ ‘What is?’ he asks. I don’t answer, not sure what to say. ‘Getting this hard just from me talking to you? Getting this hard in a public space? Man, anyone who looks in the direction of your crotch will see how hard you are in those tight jeans.’ I shut my eyes again and whimper. ‘Please . . .’ ‘Please what?’ I shake my head. ‘I . . . I don’t . . . I can’t move . . .’ ‘You can’t move? Why?’ ‘I . . . I really have to pee!’ He chuckles. ‘Does that make you hard too?’ There’s no use lying to him, so I nod, eyes still shut tight. ‘What do I do?’ ‘Well, doesn’t seem you have much choice,’ he says. ‘You’re just gonna have to pee.’ My eyes fly open again. ‘Here?’ ‘Good a place as any.’ ‘Someone will see!’ ‘If they see, they see. My car is over there.’ He points. ‘If you can’t get there like this, you’ll just have to pee first.’ ‘Like . . . piss my pants?’ He nods and I shake my head. ‘That’s gross!’ ‘Hm. Is it? Is that how you really feel?’ It is and it isn’t. It does feel gross, but the thought of it makes me feel so hot too. ‘I . . . I’ll try to make it to the car,’ I say at last, and I take a step forward. It’s one step too many and I lose control. ‘Fuck!’ ‘Potty mouth,’ he admonishes me. ‘That’s gonna earn you an extra spanking.’ ‘Ugh!’ I try to stop the flow, but it’s not working. He’s staring at me, his eyes moving down my body to the wet patch forming on the front of my jeans. They’ll be soaked soon if I can’t stop, if I can’t cut off the flow. In the end, I give up. I cover my face with my hands and sob, letting it happen. ‘Hm, dirty boy,’ he says softly when I’m all finished. ‘Let’s get to the car.’ I open my eyes and look around. No one’s watching me, but that doesn’t necessarily mean no one noticed a grown-ass man wetting his skinny jeans in the middle of the street. I let him take my hand and lead me to the car. ‘Won’t . . . won’t I stain the seats?’ I mumble. ‘They can be cleaned,’ he says. ‘Get in.’ I get in the car. It’s only a short ride to the apartment. When we get in, he pulls down my pants without ceremony in the hall, the sopping wet material hitting the tile floor with a wet thud. I’m still hard, but he doesn’t touch me, just looks at me. ‘So dirty,’ he says. ‘A man in his twenties who can’t even hold his bladder. Aren’t you ashamed?’ I stare at the floor, my face red, and nod. ‘Yes,’ I whimper. ‘Imagine if this had happened somewhere else. In class, maybe, in front of everybody. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?’ It would, and the very thought is making my cock throb. ‘I . . . please!’ I try. ‘Please what?’ ‘L . . . let me come!’ ‘Oh, is that it? You think you deserve that?’ He reaches down and runs his finger up the length of my cock. It’s almost enough to do it, but then he withdraws his hand and I whine forlornly. ‘Not yet, boy. I owe you a spanking.’ ‘B-but it hurts!’ I manage. ‘All the more reason,’ he says, a wicked grin forming on his lips. ‘Now come with me.’ He drags me into the bathroom, where he strips me and puts me in the shower. He rinses me off with hot water, then sits on the toilet and puts me over his knees. ‘I believe I owe you a spanking,’ he says, and then he smacks my ass, hard. I cry out. He smacks me again, and again. He’s not gentle or playful. It’s supposed to hurt. That pain is keeping me hard as steel, as he keeps spanking me. I’m sobbing, but he doesn’t stop. My cock rubs against the fabric of his jeans and I’m so close, but he’s told me I’m not allowed to come so I try to hold back. ‘Please!’ I manage. ‘I . . . I can’t . . . I’m about to—’ ‘No,’ he says calmly. ‘If you come, I’ll have to punish you more.’ And he smacks me again. I can’t stop it. My breath hitches in my throat, I sob, and then I come, spilling over his jeans. I immediately start to cry. ‘I’m sorry!’ I whine. ‘I . . . I couldn’t . . . I’m sorry . . .’ He sighs. ‘I’m disappointed in you. I thought you had more self-control. You should be ashamed of yourself!’ I am. I am ashamed. I’m ashamed at coming so easily. I’m ashamed that I like it when he hurts me. I’m ashamed that wetting myself made me this horny. And I’m ashamed that the shame itself makes me hot. I want him to humiliate me more. He lets go of me. ‘Get on your knees.’ I obey. I see the wet spot my cum made on his jeans as he stands before me. He unbuckles his belt, pulls out his cock. ‘Such a dirty, naughty boy. I’ll make you even dirtier.’ Then he takes aim and pees all over me. The scent is strong, potent. He’s been holding it for a while too, it seems. It gets in my hair, pours down my neck and face, shoulders, chest and back. Yes. This is what I deserve. When he’s finished, he grabs my chin roughly and tilts my face up. ‘Open your mouth.’ I do, and he spits in it. Then he strokes his cock a few times until it’s fully hard and thrusts into my open mouth. I take it. He thrusts in deep and I try to open my throat. I successfully fight my gag reflex and let him fuck my face. ‘I’m gonna come in your mouth,’ he says. ‘And you’re going to swallow it all.’ I grunt weakly in response, unable to speak or nod. It doesn’t take long. I swallow it all, just as he asks. When he pulls his cock out I’m panting and shaking and hard again. He pays no attention to my cock, but he pulls me to my feet, supporting my shaking frame as he leads me to the shower. He leaves me to rinse off while he runs a bath. He gets undressed and then we both get in the tub. He sits behind me, putting his arms around me, and finally he speaks again. ‘Good boy.’ I moan weakly. My cock is still hard, throbbing, but he hasn’t touched it so neither do I. He kisses the back of my neck, smoothes back my hair. ‘You did really well,’ he murmurs. ‘I’m so proud of you, boy. When we’re all clean, I’m gonna give you a reward.’ I nod weakly. I’m so tired, but also so horny. We stay like that for fifteen minutes or so and I nearly doze off. Then we get out of the bath and he towels us both off before leading me to his bedroom. ‘Get on the bed. Hands and knees.’ I do as I’m told and I feel him behind me. A slippery finger enters me, presses deep inside and massages my prostate. I whimper pathetically, pushing back on his finger out of pure instinct because I want more. He doesn’t punish me for that. This is my reward, after all. Then he pulls out his finger and replaces it with something much bigger. He pushes inside me with his big cock, filling me up, and I moan like a bitch. ‘Ah! Oh . . . f . . .’ He chuckles behind me. ‘You can say what you want now,’ he says. ‘Make as much noise as you like. There’s no need to keep it in.’ So, as he begins to move, I moan, ‘Ah, fuuuuuck!’ It feels so good, his big cock inside me, his fingers digging into my hips. He speeds up, fucking me hard, his dick brushing my prostate with every thrust until I’m shaking, shivering, my body on fire. ‘You gonna come on my cock, boy?’ he says hoarsely. He’s panting now. ‘Hm?’ ‘If . . .’ I swallow. ‘Am . . . am I allowed?’ ‘Yes,’ he whispers. He puts his hand between my shoulder blades, pressing me down until my head’s on the pillow, ass still in the air. He leans over me, bites the back of my neck. ‘Come for me like the little bitch you are.’ ‘Ah!’ I cry out and come untouched. He growls in my ear as my ass tightens around him. Then he grunts and stills for a moment before he starts pumping again. I feel him throbbing in there as he fills me with hot cum. He collapses on top of me and kisses the back of my neck. Then he rolls off me, pushes me over onto my side . . . and finally kisses my lips. It’s different from that drunken night weeks ago. His kiss is so gentle compared to everything else he’s done. So kind. I feel my eyes well up with tears. I’m so exhausted and overwhelmed. ‘Good boy,’ he whispers again. I breathe a shaky sigh. ‘Thank you,’ I mumble. ‘And grateful too.’ He smiles. ‘You’re perfect.’ I blink. ‘What?’ ‘I’ve been waiting for someone just like you. I could tell you to do just about anything and you’d do it. Wouldn’t you?’ I would. I’d do anything for him. I nod. He shakes his head. ‘Perfect.’ He strokes my cheek. ‘From now on,’ he says, ‘I decide everything. I decide when you get up and when you go to bed. I decide what you wear, what you eat, when you piss, when you shit. And I decide when you come. Understood?’ I nod. ‘I . . . yeah.’ ‘You will address me as “sir”.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ I say automatically. ‘Good boy. I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you what you need. Okay?’ ‘Yes, sir,’ I say again, my face feeling hot. I’m terrified, but this is also what I want. What I’ve always wanted. What I’ve wanted from him ever since the first time he playfully slapped my ass and called me ‘boy’. ‘Should . . . should we have a safeword?’ I ask after a while. ‘Do you want one?’ he asks. I consider this for a moment. ‘No,’ I say at last. ‘No, then it wouldn’t be real.’ He shakes his head, an expression akin to awe on his face. ‘Like I said. Utterly perfect.’
  11. This story is based on ideas suggested by Downjacket. It is about an American Silicon Valley billionaire, a young beautiful Russian gold-digger, a technology event at a high-end mountain ski-resort, a desperation situation that gradually develops, and circumstances that eventually end in public humiliation. Warning: The story is very long and detailed, and builds up slowly. I had to build up the gold-digger's lavish world first, in order for the eventual humiliation to be more effective. Here is the link: https://omorashistorieslexi.blogspot.com/2021/05/the-unravelling-of-american-dream.html?m=1&zx=88e8d470fcd83082
  12. first thing i thought about is esports omorashi at a fricking lan = public humiliation (bonus round! add the crowd, heaps of people laughing and yeah that scores you alot of public humiliation points) take your favorite youtubers and then.. you see where this is going? OMORASHI (bonus round again! put their friends near them for extra humilation points) I took this from coolcompy1134 when I saw the stuff he posted then add desperation, accidental and them getting progressively more nervous, thats a chemical reaction!
  13. Hello all! I've been a long time lurker, but this is my first time writing something for this forum, so I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to leave any feedback, as I would love to hear your thoughts :') Thank you!! PART ONE At 11:43 AM on a Tuesday morning, Sarah Wilson woke up feeling more refreshed than she had in ages. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had gotten a day off from work, so she was determined to make the most of her free day. After washing down her morning (technically afternoon) eggs and toast with a tall glass of orange juice, she quickly got dressed for the gym. She decided on a really cute teal sports bra that went well with her skin tight navy blue yoga pants. Sarah certainly couldn’t call herself a gym rat, but she knew that her hard work at the gym had been paying off because her ass looked fantastic in those yoga pants. She stopped to take a quick glance in the mirror as she was leaving the house and was horrified to see that her eyebrows looked more unkempt than usual. She made a mental note to get them done in the near future and then left her apartment in a rush, not realizing that she had forgotten to use the restroom before her workout. Throughout her workout, Sarah kept drinking water to avoid getting dehydrated. She ended up having to refill her bottle twice because she was going through her water supply so quickly. When she had reached the gym, her bladder wasn’t really much of an issue because she knew that she had a strong bladder and that after she was done with her workout she could use the restroom in the women’s locker room. For a while, she was too in the zone to even think about her bladder, but after a few hours of working out, her desperation levels were getting intense and it was affecting her concentration, so she ended her gym session earlier than she usually did. As she hurried to the locker room, she could feel her already urgent need for relief continue to grow; all of the fluid from the past 20ish hours seemed to be hitting her bladder at once. Still, she had faith in her iron bladder, which hadn’t failed her since she was in diapers. Sarah was forced to slow down because she had to press her thighs together to prevent leaking, which made the walk to the locker room feel like an endless hike. Finally, she turned a corner and was relieved to see the entrance to the locker room at the end of the hallway. Her body confused her relief for relaxation and Sarah’s eyes widened in horror as she felt her pants quickly grow warm. A wet patch the size of a golf ball was now visible, but only if you looked closely. She stopped for a minute to regain control of her body and then continued awkwardly waddling to the locker room, hands between her thighs. When she reached the locker room, she couldn’t wait to get into a bathroom stall, but some higher power must have had other plans for her because there was already a huge line of women waiting to use the restroom as well. Sarah took her place at the end of the line and prayed that she would be able to make it to the front before she publicly humiliated herself. TO BE CONTINUED!!
  14. If you have ideas or a desire to see any character - write here If i like the idea i will definitely draw it. This is my first topic, I hope you can help me and take part in this
  15. A/N: Wrote this for public humiliation day of Kinktober, but the public humiliation is fully consensual and Moon's idea, Hau is just along for the ride as a supportive boyfriend. Mild sexual content at the end there. Hau is always so laid back about everything that Moon has no idea how he manages to surprise her with it every time. But every time, she stresses about telling him something, only for him to react so casually that she realizes that she had nothing to worry about, surprising her, even though she should expect it by now, and should not bother getting nervous before telling him that she is into something. He took the fact that she is into pee in stride, willing to pee on her or in her or let her watch him squirm for a while at any time, and, once he found out that her desires went both ways, he was completely on board for letting her do all the same things to him. Things have been great since then, never a dull moment as they sneak off to be completely alone, where they can indulge in anything that they want, but she wants more than that. Being alone is not enough for her, and once she realizes what her fantasy is, and just how serious she is about it, she dreads confessing it to Hau, only for Hau to grin and say, “Sure, sounds fun!” “But…but are you sure?” she asks, not sure, at first, if he properly understood what she was suggesting. “People we know could see us, and you’re going to be right there with me, and everyone knows that we’re going out, so…it’s going to be pretty public, Hau.” “Yeah, I know!” he says, still grinning just like always. “But I don’t really care what anyone thinks of me besides you, Moon! And this is going to make you happy, and you don’t care what anyone thinks about you in this situation, right? It’s going to be fun for you, so it’s going to be fun for me too!” He really is the absolute best, too good for her and probably too good for the world as a whole, and Moon has no idea how she ended up so lucky, dating someone like him, having someone as good as Hau so unconditionally in love with her. And on top of that, he is as sexually open-minded as they come, reacting to her kinks like they are commonplace, always excited to do whatever might get her off, never questioning what a fourteen-year-old girl like her is doing getting hot and bothered over so many “weird” things. As far as she can remember, he has never even called anything that she likes weird before! Hau is perfect, plain and simple, and she is even more sure of that after he agrees to go along with helping her live out her public humiliation fantasy. ~X~ Moon already has to pee when they meet up for their date, and pretty badly, at that. She has been neglecting her need for hours now, so that she will definitely be able to pull this off today, so that there is no chance of her getting stage fright and not being able to do it, so that it will be completely genuine, and thoroughly humiliating. Hau can tell that she is agitated when they meet up, but he does not say anything, playing oblivious, just like she wants him to. He is going to go along with everything like it is normal, pretending not to notice until it is already far too late for her. They go on a date just like they always do, looking around shops while she squirms in place, wondering if everyone can tell how badly she has to pee, wondering if anyone has noticed her or wonders why she has not gone to look for a bathroom. When they get something to eat, she winces every time she takes a sip of her drink, knowing that things are only going to get worse for her if she keeps pushing it like this, and that is exactly what she wants. Her bladder is absolutely aching now, and sometimes when she steps, she feels a small leak, soaking into her panties, but never making it past them, so that her shorts still show no evidence of her impending accident. But things do not stay that way for long. Hau looks at her from time to time, playful glint in his eyes, but other than that, he continues to play dumb, his girlfriend’s desperate plight the furthest thing from his mind. She stumbles along beside him, the crowd thick tonight. It is a Friday night, and tourist season, on top of that, so there will be plenty of people around to witness it when it happens. Her hands dart between her legs suddenly as she stops short, whimpering. Hau turns to her, cocking his head as he asks, “Moon? Are you alright?” “I’m fine, I just…I just…” She knows that that leak was a really big one, that there is no way her shorts are still completely dry. “Moon…do you need to pee?” he asks, finally stating the obvious, what he has known from the beginning. He is just playing his part, but she still finds herself blushing at his words. “I…yeah, really bad, I…I don’t think I can make it, Hau,” she “confesses,” as if this is not all part of her plan. Slowly, she moves her hands and asks, “Is there a spot?” He looks down and then looks back up at her, nodding slowly. “Yeah, yeah I can see where you started to wet yourself. We should get you to a bathroom, before it gets worse, right?” He offers a hand to her, but she doesn’t take it, hands between her legs once again. Now, she can feel eyes on her, as the fact that she has stopped in the middle of the street is enough to draw attention, and the pose she is in is enough to keep attention. “I can’t…I can’t…I can’t make it, Hau, I’m sorry, I just…” She drops her hands to her sides as she finally loses control, whimpering as the small spot on her shorts grows bigger and bigger, spreading out, until there is liquid running down her legs, dripping at first and then coming full force, puddling on the ground beneath her, getting her feet and her sandals all wet. And Hau just stands in front of her, watching her with a fake sympathetic look on his face, his eyes unable to hide his playful excitement in the moment. “Oh…oh, Moon,” he murmurs. “You poor thing, your shorts are all…oh, man, you really couldn’t wait anymore, huh?” If she were really wetting herself on accident right now, if this had not been something that the two of them planned together, his words would probably do nothing to comfort her, and would probably just make her feel worse. In this situation, they cause the ache between her legs to increase, throbbing with her arousal. The way she has squeezed her thighs together to help hold back has only increased it as well, and now, she squeezes them together again, biting her lip as her stream trickles to a stop, her shorts soaked through, her humiliation the center of attention, and her excitement at its peak. Moon lets out a soft, strangled moan as she comes, trying to hold it back as much as possible, so that only Hau understands the trembling her legs comes from something other than how embarrassed she is right now. “Let’s get you out of here,” he says, and this time when he offers his hand, she takes it. The two of them take off then, running as fast as they can manage, hand in hand, with Moon still on shaky legs. Hau is leading her to the beach, past the tourists still lingering on the sand in the evening, past all the places that people frequent, heading for their private little spot, where they can almost always be alone together. The only place that they have ever done anything like this before tonight, and the perfect place for her to finish working out all of her excitement, after finally making one of her most private dreams come true. She practically tackles Hau to the sand as she kisses him, pinning his hands above his head, grinding her wet shorts against the bulge in his, moaning into his mouth. When she breaks the kiss, Hau giggles and says, “Wow, that really got you going, huh?” “Everyone was looking at me, they were all staring. They all…” “They all saw, yeah. I think some people were staring at you even before that, I think some people could tell that you really had to pee,” he says, and she shudders. “Oh, man, you really like that, don’t you, Moon? Hey, by the way, when you starting shaking and squeaking and stuff, that was you coming, wasn’t it?” She nods, grinding down against him again. “It was so good, Hau, it was so good!” “Alright, then get off me for a second, okay? So we can get our clothes off and I can finish taking care of you!” Though it is difficult to pry herself away from him, it is definitely worth it to be able to strip down and straddle him, to sink down onto his cock, crying out immediately, overwhelmed with how badly she needs him right now, and how good everything feels after that. “Hey, Moon?” he says, breathlessly. She looks down at him, and he gives her a bright smile. “I really liked that too! You were so cute, I could hardly stand it!” Rather than replying, she leans down to kiss him hard again, and she does not let up, kissing him until they have both come, until she is relaxing on top of him, while he wraps his arms around her to hold her close to him. It is starting to get close to their curfew, but they can stay like this for a little bit longer, before they have to clean up and head back home. - If you're interested in my writing updates, please follow my fanfiction twitter @WattStalf I'll follow back so long as you don't post anything hateful!
  16. A/N: This was written for a commission, contains pretty serious public humiliation. Tara knows that her mouth can get her into trouble sometimes, but she sometimes can’t help herself. She isn’t necessarily mean spirited, but with those she doesn’t get along with, she can’t help herself from mouthing off, and her relationship with best friends Courtney and Addison has never been a positive one. It’s hard to tell who started it, and who is really in the wrong, but it’s been going on for so long now that the three of them are always fighting over something, and none of them can remember exactly where it started, or why they keep it up. It just is the way it is, and after a particularly nasty argument, Tara gets the idea in her head to turn things more physical. So she attempts to yank down Addison’s pants, and, when Courtney comes at her, she tries giving her a slight wedgie. All in all, nothing too extreme; Addison’s pants barely make it down her thighs, and Courtney just dislodges her underwear like it’s nothing, but both of them are clearly unhappy with this turn of events. Tara escapes for now, but the two of them are not going to let this slide. ~X~ Tara has not been able to sit still for most of her class. She has been watching the clock, waiting for her break so that she can go to the bathroom. After the bell rang for class to start, she realized that she needed to pee, and perhaps should have gone before class started. So she spends the class desperately waiting for her chance to go to the bathroom, and once she’s free to go to lunch, she hurries out of class. But this is where she is confronted by Courtney and Addison, who are out for their revenge. They stop her short, with Addison saying, “Come with us for a minute, okay?” “Actually, I was on my way to-” Tara is interrupted by Courtney roughly grabbing her arm and tugging her along. “Come on, it’ll just take a minute,” she says. Tara finds that she can’t break free of the other girl’s grip, and has no choice but to follow along behind the two of them, her bladder throbbing in protest at the unexpected delay. She really hopes whatever argument they have planned or insults they want to hurl at her doesn’t take too long, because she desperately needs to pee. They take her somewhere out of the way, and she tries not to let it show that she’s desperate right now, though she’s rather tense. “We’re getting really tired of your attitude,” Addison says with a scowl. “Really? That makes three of us,” Tara replies, before realizing that that might not be the best comeback. “If that’s all you took me here to say, just fuck off, okay? You’re wasting my time.” “As if that’s all,” the other girl says, her scowl breaking as she laughs. Courtney joins her, and the two close in on Tara, almost threateningly. “You really think we’re gonna let you off that easy?” Squirming despite herself, Tara says, “What are you talking about?” “Just...this!” Courtney replies, before lunging forward to yank at Tara’s pants. And, to keep Tara from resisting, Addison grabs both of her arms, holding her still until the pants have been pulled at the way down to her ankles, revealing her cutesy panties. They are white as a base color, but have a simple, pink, lacy trim around them. The pattern has a variety of hearts, including larger ones that are black and white zebra striped, and then, in between the rows of those, there are smaller hearts, some rows with alternating black and pink, and other rows with alternating teal and lime green. All in all, it’s a somewhat childish pair of panties, but it is secretly one of Tara’s favorites. Still, that’s only secretly, and she’s humiliated to have them exposed to the world so suddenly, especially to two of her worst enemies. Not to mention, the sudden rush of cold air only makes her urge to pee that much worse, and she squeezes her thighs together to prevent any leaks from escaping. “Look at how embarrassed she is!” Addison declares. “Those are super cute panties, you know?” She sneers, and Courtney starts laughing. “We should give her a chance to show them off,” she replies, and when Addison lets go of her arms and Tara starts to move, Courtney trips her swiftly. Neither of them notice the slight leak of urine that dampens her panties when this happens, as they are too focused on stealing her pants, but it leaves Tara in such a panic that she can’t fight back until her pants are already off. By the time she’s regained her composure and is able to get to her feet, the girls have run off with pants, leaving her in only her tank top, that is definitely too short to cover anything. Tara is at a complete loss; she doesn’t know what to do. The break is almost over, she has no pants to cover her, and if she doesn’t go to the bathroom soon, she is definitely going to wet herself. She squeezes her legs together to try to get some control, but it isn’t enough, and she knows she’s going to leak again soon. Jamming a hand between her legs, she makes the decision to just try to get to the bathroom, prioritizing that over covering herself or attempting to make it to class on time. Trying not to care who sees her, she starts off, leaning forward slightly as she holds herself. Of course, the nearest bathroom is in an extremely crowded hallway, so of course, a lot of people see the way she hobbles along, panty-clad butt jutting out, very clearly on the verge of wetting herself. And, of course, everyone can see her girly, cutesy panties, and wonder why she’s not wearing pants anymore. She’s terrified that she isn’t gonna make it, and when she feels herself leak, she reflexively shakes out her wet hand, causing those around her to jump back in surprise at her actions. When she jams her hand back between her legs, blushing furiously, they laugh, realizing what’s happening. She’s really and truly at her limit as she reaches the bathroom door, leaking more and more frequently until her panties are soaked through, and there are streams of urine streaking down her legs, but she does not give up until the very, very end. With one hand against the door, she tries to push it in, but it’s already too late for her and, in front of everyone, she loses control. Crying out in surprise, then slowly fading into a sigh of relief, she lets her hand fall to the side as she floods her panties. Without any other fabric to catch the liquid, it isn’t long before a puddle forms at her feet and her shoulders sag. The relief, at the very least, is amazing after holding for so long, but she is soon very aware of every pair of eyes on her as she not only wets herself in front of everyone, but does so in only a tank top and her heart printed, lace trimmed panties. Try as she might, she can’t imagine anything more humiliating. ~X~ Needless to say, she is permitted to go home early after being given a change of clothes by the office, but they aren’t able to get her to admit to what happened to her pants. It would only mean more trouble if she ratted them out, especially since they would reveal it was in retaliation, so she keeps her mouth shut until she is allowed to go home. And, when she is alone in her shower, getting cleaned up from the incident, she can’t deny the little tingle of excitement she feels. Though it was horrible, though it was mortifying, though it was the most humiliating thing she has ever experienced in her life… Well, there is a part of her that just might like that thought. There is a part of her that may enjoy such humiliation after all.
  17. Inspired by a very special person in my life........Hope it is enjoyable. I am still new to writing for public consumption. Story begins....... John had to pee really badly when they deplaned and started to leave the airport. Sophia was not talking. Just walking rapidly to the parking garage. "Sophia! Wait. I need to make a quick stop!" John called. She kept going a pretty good clip. "Ugh. I gotta pee sooooo bad. But if I lose her she may drive off and leave me here. Stupid idea giving her the keys." he thought. "What does that dolt want," Sophia thought to herself "Oh I can't deal with him now. Maybe ever." She kept walking towards the parking garage. John passed a men's room and stopped for a moment watching her go on towards the garage rapidly. Looked in. Looked ahead. Looked in again. Looked ahead again. "damn. Lines in mens room???" he thought. Sped up and caught her. "Please Sophia. I'm sorry. Can't we talk?" Nothing but silence and a stern stare ahead. John thought this could be the end. His bladder was bursting but the thought of losing Sophia was killing him. If he could only undo what he had done. "Why do I do this to myself" he thought as he swallowed and choked back tears. "I don't need him. I am so done with him" Sophia thought to herself. "When we get back to my place I'm sending him away for good." John was now grabbing his crotch and even pee dancing a little as he tried to keep up with her. She was like some kind of speedwalker. "I'm sorry. So sorry. Please talk to me." he said with a quiet defeated voice. He bowed his head and kept walking. One hand in his crotch when he thought no one could see. She stared ahead as if he weren't there. He stopped in a panic. The first trickle of pee escaped."oh my god" he thought. He froze. Sophia kept walking. He regained control but it now looked like he had spilled a little water on his crotch. He un-tucked his shirt and yanked it down. He hustled again to catch her. They were almost at John's car. She got to the car turned and crossed her arms. Staring at John with an anger he had not seen. He stopped in his tracks about 10 feet away. There were people coming and going and this did not seem like the best place for what he thought was coming. "I trusted you! I needed you! I opened up to you more than I have ever opened up to anyone!" She yelled at John as people turned to look. John was squirming very indiscreetly now in his predicament. Even pee dancing a little. He was no longer comfortable grabbing his crotch with all of the people around. "Um Sophia. I am so sorry. I really am." John uttered somewhat silently. "I promise..um I can..um..um I really need to use the mens room quick and maybe I can explain." A tear rolled down his eye. "Take a cab then. I'm leaving." she said angrily and turned to the door. "No no no wait!" John cried as he ran to her. Then he grabbed his crotch and felt another spurt of pee. Enough so that his palm felt it. He shuddered and froze. He tried not to be obvious. He looked down at the ground as he pleaded with Sophia. "I'm sorry. I was selfish, and irresponsible and I let you down. Please forgive me." John groaned as he felt another spasm. "oh my god. I'm on the verge of peeing my pants. please god kill me now." John thought to himself trying to stare at the ground and block everything else out. "How! How can I forgive you?" She demanded. She noticed him squirming and thought he may be in real trouble. "Hmm" she thought. "I could use this" "Oh John. You embarrassed me pretty good." Sophia said a little more calmly. "You want to talk?" Her eyebrows raised. "Sophia. I do oh I do." he groaned crossing his legs tight while standing. "Ok. Here drink this entire 16oz bottle of water and then we'll talk" Johns face went pale."What?" "Never mind." she said and she turned again to the car. John felt another spasm. She noticed too. There was now a small visible wetspot below where his shirt covered. "No no Sophia" he said as he took the bottle and cringed. He slowly uncapped the bottle. "Really?" he asked with a look of pain. Still clenching his legs together. "Yup. Every last drop. And then we can talk. " He tilted the bottle back to start drinking and it happened. He started peeing, and peeing. He was wetting his pants full on. Sophia and possibly others nearby could hear the hissing. She calmly took the bottle. She looked in his eyes. "Pretty embarrassing wetting your pants at your age?" she asked him somewhat quietly. John didn't answer. He turned his teary face to the ground. She continued as a tear rolled down her cheek, "You embarrassed me really badly. It really hurt too. I'm going to embarrass you. And maybe. Just maybe if you are willing to bear this embarrassment I will consider taking you back." She took her index finger and pressed into his bladder as he froze. Sophia jumped back "Oh sorry sir. I didn't want to get wet." she said loudly. Heads turned. "A man your age should really be potty trained. Those are cute big boy pants. I hear great things about depends. Good luck sir. Here is some money for a cab, and a trash bag for the seat in the cab." She turned to a person walking by. "Shame. He's kinda cute too. I change enough diapers at home though." She said out loud as she made her way to the drivers seat of her car. Johns face turned bright red. His pants were so wet you'd be hard pressed to find a dry spot. There was a puddle of under John that was at least a meter long and wide. His shoes even leaked a little pee out the top. He was looking down sobbing as Sophia drove off. He had not wet his pants since grade school. Long streak broken. But he had renewed hope. The End ps I am very sorry Sophia
  18. Ben had received the "we need to talk" text while at work, and the sinking feeling in his gut was made only worse when he Anna, his girlfriend of 3 months, refused to elaborate replying only with, "we can talk when you get home." That started at 10:36, and it was now time for Ben to make his 15 minute drive home. Thoughts were racing through his head, but Ben couldn't think of anything that Anna would be upset about, he was faithful and had been great to Anna since they had met. Even so Ben walked in the house with a great degree of apprehension to find Anna sitting on the couch with his laptop being held in her arms. Ben: "Hi honey...what did you want to talk about?" Anna: "Ben are you keeping any secrets from me?" said with a questioning look Ben thought for a moment before replying "No, I don't think so. Why, what are you getting at?" Anna: "Well I grabbed your computer to check my email because mine was dead and it opened yours instead. I saw an old receipt which looked odd so I looked at it. Do you know what receipt I saw?" Ben's heart sank as he immediately knew what she was talking about. He fumbled with his words not being able to think fast enough on his feet only letting out what amounted to babble. Anna: "Let me say it for your Benjamin. Diapers. You bought big, colorful baby scented diapers." She then stared at Ben a minute before speaking again, "and then I thought about where they might be, and let me say that putting them in the attic was a pretty good spot. I hate spiders enough to never really want to go up there, but I just had to look." More silence fell over them as Ben was speechless. He didn't want to lie to Anna, but he didn't want to admit to his fetish either, instead he just stared downward at the floor. Anna then got up from the couch and walked over to Ben before saying lightly in his ear "come with me." Anna then grabbed Ben's hand and pulled him into their bedroom, with Ben staring at the floor the entire time not knowing what was happening. Anna then pushed Ben gently onto the bed used 2 fingers to bend his chin from looking away from her, to look her in the eyes. Anna: "We do not keep secrets in this house mister. I am disappointed that you hid this from me all this time, but I won't let you do it anymore." Anna then opened the top drawer of Ben's dresser and pulled out one of Ben's diapers. "Now I rearranged your clothes so that we could fit these in here. You'll be wearing these from now on, do you understand little one?" The sinking feeling that Ben had felt turned 180° in no time at all. Still not being able to find the words Ben simply nodded his head 'yes'. Anna then took off Ben's pants off before slipping a diaper under him and putting a pair of shorts on him. Anna: "Ok little boy, get your shoes on, I was busy finding your diapers all day so I didn't have time to make anything. I thought I'd surprise you and take your to Friendly's!" Ben was about to muster a 'No' but before the words could leave his lips Anna butted in "and I don't want to hear any objections, otherwise you'll be going to Friendly's with a red bum!" The two then headed out to the 'Family' oriented restaurant where sounds of noisy children could be heard in abundance. The place was very crowded and the two had to wait 15 minutes before being seated, upon which time Anna made sure that the waiter bring Ben a children's menu. Ben felt both excited and humiliated by what was happening. He wasn't sure how many people could tell that he was wearing a diaper, but he knew that anyone that paid him more than a few seconds glance would be able to figure it out. His pants had a distinctive bulge to them and if he bent over the plastic could easily be seen from under his shirt. While that part of his situation was bad Ben knew that it was about to be worse; he needed to use the bathroom, and in this case it wasn't a wet diaper that he was concerned about. Ben was about to tell Anna that he needed to use the bathroom, but just at that moment their waiter came back to take their order where Anna made her order as well as Ben's. After the few minutes had passed Ben again finally worked up the courage to ask Anna to use the bathroom, "Anna I really need to go to the bathroom" he told her. Anna laughed at Ben before telling him "I think you mean to say that you are about to wet your diaper little Benny." Ben: "No, I don't have to pee. Anna please let me go, I don't want to do that in here." Anna: "Aww don't be a shy little baby, I will change your messy pants if you go poopy. We can go right into the lady's room and change you on the floor, I don't think anyone will mind." Ben was mortified but didn't argue. He continued to hold as long as he could but not soon after their food arrived Ben had his accident. At first he struggled to maintain his dignity but after a few difficult moments he knew it was no use and simply let go and filled his pants. The smell alerted people in the immediate vicinity, but the rest of the restaurant found out what Ben had done as Anna, mid-way through bringing a bite full of food to Ben's mouth, realized what Ben had done. Anna: "Uhh ohh, I think little baby Benny made a poopy in his diaper" she announced loudly enough so that the restaurant could hear. Ben started to get up, but was immediately told "no, baby needs to finish his food before we change his stinky pants." Anna then continued to feed Ben his meal as the rest of the restaurant murmured about what was happening. After Ben was finished eating (and everyone had spread the word about his accident) Anna took him by the hand and walked him into the women's restroom, where she promptly cleaned his mess in front of at least 3 other women. Ben wasn't sure of the exact number, as he did his best to not make eye contact with anyone in the room. After Anna finished getting Ben into clean pants, the two returned and got desert before heading home. And from then on Ben's life would never be the same. It wasn't what he pictured himself as when he had thought about it prior, but it was something he couldn't deny he loved...
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