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  1. The Continence Mandate: Court of Urinary Affairs Prologue: Caught The uniformed man glanced down on the tablet computer strapped to his arm, then back at piece of plastic he was holding. He frowned. Then he shone the beam of his flashlight onto the pair of skinny legs Alexa was currently trying to knot into a pretzel. “Ma'am, for the last time, you are in a public place. For the love of god, at least try not to violate all behavioral regulations in front of me at the same time.” She immediately snapped out of it, unknotted her thighs and almost managed to stand up straight. Almost. She could neither stop her feet from tapping, her knees from bouncing against each other, not her face from showing her utter desperation. “Please Officer, it's not easy, you must understand that I...” “Miss Tsirpidis, the only thing I must understand is the law, and the fact that you are violating it. This Bathroom Pass is void.” He waved around the card in front of her face. “But, that must be a mistake, I mean, I...”, she stuttered. “Do you know why it is void? Because the Urination Permit it refers to was revoked today. Apparently because you failed to qualify for even a Class III. A mistake indeed. Kids like you make me sick. You're a self-centered brat with utter disrespect for the law, and for common decency!” Alexa's eyes brimmed with tears. “Oh, great. You're almost 20 years old. Stop crying and... uncross your legs, I said! You now what, never mind. You are under arrest for a violation of section P of the Public Order Act.” The Holding Cell The Court of Urinary Affairs was a long narrow structure, constructed from red brick at some time in the late 19th century. From the outside it looked like any other administrative building. When the patrol car pulled into the parking lot, the officer had warned Alexa for the third time to keep her knees apart, lest he was forced to put her into a spreader bar. There was no other traffic at the moment, so he pulled in directly in front of the main entrance, exited the vehicle, and somewhat roughly pulled her from the back seat. Alexa even managed to walk upright, almost proper. A tall black woman in the gray uniform of a bailiff awaited the unequal couple between the security doors. “Evening James. What do we have here?” “Evening Martha. Another fruit for you. Half a dozen of infringements, starting with loss of composure and getting worse from there. Tsirpidis, Alexa. The file should be transferred by now.” The woman looked down at her terminal. “Ah yes... there we go. Judge Wegsteiger has the night shift and can see her right away. Okay James, wanna grab a coffee before you get back on the road?” “Nah, thanks, I've got to get back to work. The chief has it in for me anyway. See you.” He patted Alexa on the butt to bid her farewell. “Suit yourself. You know where to find the break room when you wanna stop by and... young lady, will you stop fidgeting!” Alexa almost started to cry again. “Please, ma'am, I must... I mean, I have to...” “Piss! Just say it. You won't! Oh dear Lord, bratty girls and their unruly bullshit. Try to behave like a woman, for once. Look at this, feel it!” She grabbed Alexa's still cuffed hands and guided them to her waistband, where a round, rock-hard balloon was bulging over her tight pistol belt. Alexa's eyes got wide. Totally absorbed in her own predicament, she had failed to notice the massive bulge the other woman was carrying. “I have a Class I Permit. I am allowed to void before and after my shift. Guess what, I don't. Because I'm not some sort of antisocial scum like you. I arrive with a night's worth of urine inside me, and while my colleagues go for a quick piss, I change, brew some coffee and get to work. And eight hours later, when all the weaklings pile into the bathroom to finally feel comfortable again, I'm having a nice relaxing shower. After that I take all my liquid back home with me, like a responsible citizen should. Let me guess: You expected lenience from me because I'm a woman? That's not going to happen.” The console beeped. “Oh, it seems the court will see you know.” The hall was short and covered entirely in white tiles. It opened into the courtroom, which, despite of all the wood furnishings and the flag on the wall, looked nothing like those on TV. Martha let Alexa into the defendant's stand and fixed her handcuffs to a short length of chain. Then she took a step back, leaving the desperate girl standing there. There was no “all rise”, no one announced the honorable so-and-so. Judge Wegsteiger was already seated behind the bench, looking up from the file he had been studying, mustering Alexa. “Please give me your full name and citizen's ID number for the record.” “A... Alexa Tsirpidis, F-98-12-54-79-B, your honor. Sir, may I...” “You may not. Stand up straight and stop fidgeting. Prosecutor, please.” The small man to the judge's right read from his tablet. “The defendant is charged with attempted illegal voiding in violation of the... your honor, is the defendant crossing her legs?” “Miss Tsirpidis,” the judge growled. “This is a courtroom. And it is the second violation of the behavioral regulations within the single minute you have stood before this court. There will not be a third.” “I'm sorry your honor. I... I demand an attorney.” Wegsteiger shook his head. “You watch too much TV. This is a proceeding of urinary matters, not of criminal justice. Formal restrictions don't apply. Your request for legal counsel is denied. Prosecutor, proceed.” “I will proceed when the defendant refrains from pressing her thighs together.” The judge hit the bench with the flat of his hand. The sudden noise almost scared the piss out of Alexa. “This does it! Disciplinary action will be taken against the defendant. This hearing is adjourned. Bailiff, take her to the Holding Cell for the night!” Alexa sobbed silently as the uniformed woman dragged her away. The Holding Cell was the penultimate measure in urinary discipline, only flat-out unlimited retention could be considered worse. Martha and another female bailiff had dragged Alexa into the processing room where, under much pee-dancing and fidgeting, she was forced to strip out of her own clothing and squeeze into a prison jumpsuit at least two sizes too small. The cell itself was right through a big, soundproof door to the right. The small room was remarkably cold, the blank metal of the bench even more so. “The court has send detailed orders regarding the disciplinary action to be taken against you.” Martha proclaimed. “You are getting the full program. Forfeiture, a disciplinary liter, and the bench.” “Please!,” Alexa protested, “I cannot take a full liter. And not without...” “Oh yes you can.” interrupted the unknown bailiff. She handed her a full-sized ration bottle. “Drink up!” Still sobbing, Alexa began to take sips from the bottle, turning them into big swigs after the tall guard started to look annoyed. The bottle was empty within a minute. “See, that wasn't so difficult. Get on the bench!” Alexa sniffed and lay down on the bench, her back flat against the cold steel, her legs up at a right angle, resting in the stirrups. The bailiffs were professionals. It took them less than a minute to have Alexa securely strapped in. Her hands to the side of her head, her feet fixed in the stirrups, her knees a foot apart, the moisture sensor snug between her legs, the pressure strap tight across her bladder. The last thing they did was shove the drinking tube into the corner of her mouth and securing it with medical tape. “There you go, honey. See you at breakfast time. And if you leak a single drop, may god have mercy on your soul. Good night.” The door slammed shut, and Alexa found herself alone in a cold, dark room, with only the faint glow of the little red LED on the security camera for company. The entire universe seemed to shrink, contract into a liquid-filled space, her bladder, an homogenous cosmos of urine, with the only discernable feature being a sharp, bright point of pain that was her quivering, overworked sphincter, desperately fighting the pressure, holding back liters and liters of boiling hot piss. Minutes drew into hours, hours into days, as the position of her legs increased the blood flow in her kidneys. It was going to be a long night. The Court of Urinary Affairs Alexa must have drifted into an uneasy sleep at some point anyway, because she was awakened suddenly by blinding light. She found herself disoriented for a few seconds, before the dull throbbing in her lower abdomen made it obvious where she was. In a twinge of panic, she tried to focus on the feeling of the skin around her private parts and upper thighs. Was there any hint of wetness? No, she was dry. Miserable and in a dire situation, yes, but dry nonetheless. A certain amount of pride mixed into her fear. Her eyes had adjusted to the brightness. Into her view came a tight pistol belt, slung around a wide pair of hips, squeezing a bulging bladder within an inch of its live. That bitch Martha, evidently. “Rise and shine, sweetheart, it's almost 8. We've got a change of plans. The court wants to see you now, before breakfast.” “You are still on duty? Just how long are your shifts here?” “I'm covering for a colleague. Nicole got the flu, I've taken her shift.” The uniformed woman ran her hands over the crotch area of Alexa's overall, nodded, then reached to remove the tube and unlock the restraints. “Haven't let out a drop, I see. Which means I've just lost 20 Credits. I could have sworn you wouldn't make it. Now get up!” Alexa clenched all her muscles in her lower body and slowly got out of the horrible construction, staggering to her legs. She found it do be easier than anticipated. In fact after the forced position of the bench, she almost felt relief. Her bladder didn't seem to feel that much worse than it did the night before. Clearly, it should have, with well over a liter of additional fluid in her system, and her kidneys pumping along for eight more hours. Maybe there was a saturation point, a limit after which you just cannot feel more desperate, despite the situation being objectively worse. The feeling of relief didn't last long. When the bailiff grabbed the detainee by the upper arm and let her out of the door, every step caused her urethral opening to sting intensely. Every time her heels hit the ground, it felt like punch in the belly. Yet, she managed to somewhat follow along on wobbly legs, like a giraffe on a unicycle. The walked more than she was dragged, which she counted as a win. On their way to the courtroom, Martha stopped at a counter under a sign that read “Processing and Storage”. A short gray-haired woman peeled her eyes from her monitor and looked inquiringly at the squirming girl in front of her. “Name?” “Alexa Tsirpidis, Ma'am.” “Ah yes, you're the one from yesterday evening. I've got your stuff right here. You'll have to sign it over to us for storage. Let's see... form 234... here we go. ” Personal Property: - 1 softshell jacket, black - 1 tank top, white - 1 pair of jeans, black - 1 leather belt, black - 1 pair of sneakers, black - 1 leather wallet, containing + 1 international driver's license, number on file + 1 credit card, VISA, number on file + 1 debit card, Centerville Credit Union, number on file + 1 student ID card, Centerville University, number on file + 1 bathroom pass, void, number on file (submitted as evidence in pending trial) + Cr 35 in banknotes + Cr 0.55 in coins - 1 smartphone, Samsung, incl. battery, SIM and memory cards, IMEI and SIM number on file - 1 wristwatch, mechanical - 1 key ring, holding 2 keys, 1 small flashlight, 1 small Swiss army knife - 1 cigarette lighter - 1 ballpoint pen "Ummm...." she glanced into the empty bag. "They seem to have misplaced your underwear at check-in." "No, they didn't. I never wear any," Alexa admitted sheepishly. The older woman raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so? Good for you. That will make it easier to adjust to the prison uniform." “You talk as if I've already been found guilty. What is this, some kind of Kangaroo Court?” As soon as she had uttered them, Alexa regretted these words. The bailiffs grip tightened around her arm. “Listen there, sweetheart. I'd be very careful with words like these around the honorable Anna Espinoza, who, I can assure you, is a perfectly human woman, not a marsupial. She's the one to decide your fate, so maybe you should try to control your tongue. Unless you enjoy being filled up beyond the bursting point. In that case, keep talking! Just a little tip from my side, I've worked with some of these judges for over a decade.” “This judge Espinoza...” - “The honorable Espinoza!” - “Fine, the honorable Espinoza, is she known to be, you know, tough?” - “Very tough but mostly fair. Form your own opinion, you'll get to meet her in about half a minute.” Every step on the walk down the hallway proofed to be somewhat less painful than the one before. Alexa wondered if a bloated bladder could adjust to the pressure, if muscles could get used to being tensed to their absolute maximum, or if her lower section was just getting numb. It indeed took less than thirty seconds for Alexa to find herself in the same wooden stand, handcuffed to the same length of chain as the night before. Two things had changed, though. The judge behind the bench was a tiny Hispanic woman with a stern look on her face, and Alexa's posture was a lot more controlled, aided by her newly found pride, and the fact that her bladder seemed to have stabilized. She was standing almost upright, her back only arched forward slightly, her thighs kept a few centimeters apart and only lightly trembling. Judge Espinoza looked her over, then started right into the proceeding, without losing any time on an introduction or formalities. It again showed that the court was a relatively young institution, without the burden of a century old legal tradition. “The Court of Urinary Affairs is in Session. The Government v. Tsirpidis, second hearing after an aborted attempt. Are you Alexa Tsirpidis, citizien's ID number F-98-12-54-79-B?” - “Yes, I am.” “Very well. Prosecutor, the charges please.” Alexa couldn't tell if the little man that read the charges what the same she encountered the night before. Probably. How many small, bald prosecutors could one court have? “The defendant is charged with: attempted illegal voiding in violation of the continence mandate of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with, attempted circumvention of loss of privileges under the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with, loss of composure in violation of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with, disorderly conduct, including public indecency and obscene behavior under section P of the Public Order Act, contempt of court through disruptive and highly inappropriate behavior, obstruction of justice through behavior that warranted disciplinary action and thus delayed court proceedings.” The judge nodded. “I see. Evidence to support the governments claims has been submitted and will be shown later. How does the defendant plead?” “Not guilty, on account of extraordinary circumstances, ma'am.” “Is that so? We will see about that. Prosecutor?” “The facts of the case are the following: Yesterday, on the 3rd of April, at 21:52, Centerville Police Department dispatch was alerted via phone to an overt display of public indecency aboard Bus 4 of Line 17 between University East and Central Station. Multiple passengers reported a female of continent age, described as 'tall, slender, dark-haired, Caucasian or Hispanic, around 20 years old', openly showing signs of urinary distress and using inappropriate means to control her need. When officers boarded the vehicle at General Hospital bus stop, the suspect had already left. The following video file was taken by the bus security camera and has been retrieved from the NorthEast Public Transport Board under the Public Order Act. It has been submitted as evidence piece number one.” The large screen on the wall lit up, showing the crystal clear image of a modern 3D surveillance camera. Sitting on a bus seat, it showed what was clearly Alexa, identifiable by at least a dozen features, from shoes over body shape all the way to the black stud in her left earlobe. Screen Alexa was obviously in dire need of a bathroom. She bounced her legs, crossed her thighs, almost curled together into a ball. Then she straightened out again, her hands flew to her crotch, and her fingers very clearly dug into the area between her legs, searching for her urethral opening. People on the bus watched her predicament in awe, in disgust, and some of them, especially the men, with obvious sexual interest. The scene didn't last long. After just a minute or so, the nasty girl carefully got out of her seat, and one hand still firmly placed between her legs, left the bus at the next stop. Present Alexa envied past Alexa. The remembered how good it had felt. What she would give to be allowed to use her hands now. Dig a whole fist into the crease between her legs, let her fingers find her vibrating pee hole, press them on there with all her might. Relax her sphincter for the first time in aeons, let her thumb take the job of holding back the pulsating flood swelling in her lower abdomen. Seal it all in with her fingertips. Just for a minute or two. If only she could... “The two officers sent out to investigate the report, split up. Statements from witnesses were conflicting, due to the shock passengers on the bus had suffered from having to watch such a disgusting display. But it was clear that the suspect could only have exited at one of two stations, Howard Shopping Center, or the Catholic Cemetery. At 22:20, Officer James Strong finally apprehended a young woman who matched the description, on the shopping center parking lot. He first temporarily detained, then arrested her, after she completely failed to keep her composure in from of him. The facts that she squatted in the bushes, in the shadow of a parked truck, and that her belt buckle was open at the time, strongly suggest an illegal voiding attempt that was interrupted before relief could be achieved. The card readers of the nearby public female and male lavatories clearly show that an attempt was made to unlock the doors at 22:15 and 22:17, respectively, using the defendant's bathroom pass. The card reader log files as well as Officer Strong's statement have been admitted as evidence, pieces two, three and four. The defendant's expired bathroom pass has been admitted as piece 5. After her arrest, the defendant was brought in front of this very court, where she...” Judge Espinoza interrupted the prosecutor's stream of words. “That's enough. We don't need to hear what happened in this room yesterday evening. We all know. Disciplinary measures have been taken to adjust the defendant's attitude towards the court. That's all fine. Something else is bothering me. Does the defendant deny that the person on the video is indeed her?” “No, I don't deny that.” “Do you deny that you attempted to access the lavatory facilities outside of your schedule?” “No, I did that, too.” “And did you try to relieve yourself in the parking lot after that? “Yes.” “Than you will have to explain to me what these 'extraordinary circumstances' are, that you claim. Is there anything mitigating at all?” “Yes. At the time of the incident, I had not urinated for over sixteen hours. And my bathroom pass was invalid due to a clerical error.” 'It's over 24 hours now, and still not a drop!' - a voice in her head screamed. And admittedly, her pussy became a tiny bit moist at the thought. Her bladder pulsated with every heartbeat now. “A clerical error? You will have to be more specific than that. The Continence Board generally doesn't make any licensing mistakes.” “It wasn't the Continence Board, ma'am. It was the university. You see, it's final exams week. I left home at about 8:00. Yesterday had two two-hour exams. Inorganic chemistry at 10, and RF technology at 16:00. The time in between was too short to go home, so I just hung around after the first exam, until it was time for the second. I'm an engineering major and really need all the points I can get, so I took extra credit with both.” “How much extra credit would that be?” “A full liter for each, your honor. Unnecessary to say, when the RF technology exam came to a close, I was already quite full. When I handed in the exam, the professor accused me of cheating!” Espinoza narrowed her eyes. “Did you cheat?” “I didn't. I was accused of using an intraaural implant to receive hints on the test I was taking. That is a massive miss-interpretation! I was born almost deaf on my right ear, and I've had an inner-ear neurostimulator since I was two years old. It's on the official implant register and everything. Yes, it does have a communication interface, but that particular function was switched off during the test. The professor would have none of it. He told me all, sensory implants and cybernetic devices have to be registered with the university beforehand, specifically to avoid cheating. Since it was such a severe infraction of the study and examination regulations, he could only give me two options: Fail the test and retake the class next year, or have the test accepted and instead have the case examined by the university disciplinary committee, on the risk of facing more severe punishment for academic misconduct. I cannot afford tuition for two more semesters, so naturally I picked the second option. He opened a case against me with the committee right there, from his laptop. Of course, that also means that my Urination Permit was suspended immediately, to build up pressure and ensure I cooperate with the committee's investigation.” “So far that is standard procedure. The university is a semi-autonomous body and has the right to revoke a student's pee privilege to uphold discipline. What makes your case special?” “I'm getting there in just a moment. I immediately contested the professors claim, using the Student Campus app on my phone. But it somehow didn't register. I walked all the way from the natural science building over to administration. There I realized my mistake. Of course, the disciplinary committee is admin staff. They only work until six, a minute or two after my professor submitted the case. I was somewhat annoyed at this point, and somewhat bursting. I was still curious. Since I never had a suspended permit, I swiped my bathroom pass at the library bathroom, to see what would happen. Well, nothing really happened, it read “VOID – NO ENTRY. I didn't really think about the fact that it should have said SUSPENDED instead.” “Oh, I think I see where this is going. Please continue.” “I took the bus home, still in complete control. At my apartment I took a shower, threw on my PJs, and then I tried to empty my bladder. My toilet wouldn't take my card. The reader said PASS VOID – PERMIT EXPIRED. The realization took a moment to sink in. Apparently something somewhere went horribly wrong. Probably just a data entry error with dire consequences. My permit wasn't just suspended, it was revoked. I wasn't just locked out from university toilets, I was locked out from all toilets. I started to panic at this point, and had to slap myself in the face a few times to get my brain going again. I tried to get university admin on the phone. The committee, the dean, student services, IT, anyone. Of course, no luck. Then I called the Continence Board. I figured that as an actual government agency, they could overrule the university at any time. And besides, the uni does not have the right to revoke permits anyway, only suspend them. I only reached answering machines and mailboxes. So I put on some clothes, and me and my rapidly expanding bladder hopped on the bus again, to city hall, to speak to someone who can make a decision directly. An important authority like that has to have a 24/7 emergency service, right? Well, it doesn't. The Continence Board closes at six, and apparently doesn't open again until Monday morning. I knew it was impossible to hold it in all weekend. So in a last, desperate attempt to get access to a toilet, I went back to campus. I knew that particular professor likes to work in the lab late at night, when there a no students around to bother him. So I found him at his workbench, explained the situation to him, and asked, no, begged him to withdraw the case, and re-submit it on Monday. My hope was that maybe, whatever computer program mistakenly revoked my permit, would automatically reinstate it when the case was closed. I even made him touch my rock-hard bladder to demonstrate just how bad it was. He didn't show any mercy. Told me that was goes around comes around, all cheaters get what's coming to them, it was just punishment that I had to suffer, yadda-yadda. I swear, the dirty old fart got an erection when he realized what a piss-filled hot mess I was!” “Miss Tsirpidis. You are on trial here. This is not the place to slander a reputable member of society!” “My apologies. I withdraw the last comment. I don't know what stimulates old men sexually, and I don't want to know. Anyway, I was on the end of my tether. I decided to go home and pee anyhow, in a kitchen container if necessary. I know this would have been a violation, but at this point I figured I had no other choice. I got on the bus back to my place, and almost lost it. The results you saw on the video. I realized that I was not going to make it all the way home, so I got off the bus, being very careful not to start leaking. I tried the public bathrooms in the mall parking lot, but of course they wouldn't open, either. So I hobbled into the shadows, and prepared to finally release the ocean inside of me. That's when the police found me. You know the rest.” Espinoza slowly shock her head from side to side. “Quite a story. I'm going to take you for your word here. I believe you, especially since most of the events will be easy to check.” She studied her well-manicured fingernails for a few seconds. “I still cannot see any mitigating circumstances.” Alexa couldn't believe her ears. “What? But it was clearly an error! I should not have been stripped of my pee breaks!” “Yes, a clerical error indeed. I will have the Continence Board look into that. Maybe it's just an IT issue. Whatever the case may be, you still attempted to void without permission. You violated just about any provision of the Female Urination Act. In addition to that, there's your inappropriate behavior in public.” “I have the right to...” “No”, Espinoza interrupted. “Urination isn't a right, it's a privilege.” “Fine. I have been afforded the privilege of a Class II Urination Permit. Sixteen hours is longer than I can be reasonably expected to...” “Sixteen hours should hardly be a challenge for a healthy young lady. Your lack of self-control is a disgrace. Maybe you should have focused on reaching an acceptable level of continence, instead of partying. If you cannot last for such a short period of time, your physical fitness is not up to par.” “Well, I run. I go to both a Pilates and a yoga class. I do a lot of Kegels. My muscles down there are not weak, but there's only so much pressure they can bear.” “You say that like the fact that you cannot hold it in is a reason to let it out. You are using nature as an excuse for your own personal weakness.” “Everyone has to pee sooner or later! No one can hold it forever!” The Judge sighed. “Irrelevant. You are completely missing the point of the continence mandate as the foundation of our stable society. Reaching the physical limit is no excuse. A natural need does not constitute a right. The law is quite clear on that. Just because you have to urinate, doesn't mean you are allowed to.” Alexa pressed her lips together. Not only one pair of lips. “Good. Do you have anything else to say, or can we end this now? Nothing?” “In the name of Continence: The defendant is found guilty of attempted illegal voiding in violation of the continence mandate of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with loss of composure in violation of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with disorderly conduct, including public indecency and obscene behavior, under section P of the Public Order Act. The defendant is found not guilty of attempted circumvention of loss of privileges under the Female Urination and Licensing Act, as the loss of privileges has to be considered null and void. Charges of contempt of court and obstruction of justice are waived, as disciplinary action against the defendant has already been taken.” Espinoza cleared her throat. Alexa bent almost double, but the chain on her handcuffs stopped her fingers from reaching her crotch. So close, yet so far away. “The defendant's will be re-classified. Due to the severity of her crime, she will not -as usual for first-time offenders- be put into Urination Permit Class IV. Rather, she will be re-classified into Class V until further notice. To reflect the especially heinous nature of her act, her mandatory fluid intake shall be permanently increased in volume by ten percent. Aside from these purely administrative decisions, the defendant is sentenced to six months of re-conditioning in the Watershed Federal Correction & Rehabilitation Facility, which shall begin with four days of retention. This sentence will be suspended. If the defendant can show that she is able to fulfill the conditions of a Class V Permit already, she will be released on probation. For that purpose, she must show that she is able to resist urination for a time period of 48 hours from the time of her last voiding at 8:00 on the 3rd of April, while maintaining the prescribed fluid intake and proper composure. If she can not demonstrate that ability, the sentence shall be carried out immediately. This concludes these proceedings. Bailiff!” Alexa groaned. Another full day! That was impossible! Or was it? After all, while she was absolutely miserable and felt like she couldn't last another second, that wasn't subjectively any worse than the night before. Maybe she could just play along and embrace it for another hour. And another. And yet one hour more. One step at a time. Until she was finally allowed to follow nature's call. Like a marathon runner approaches every single one of the 42 kilometers between start and finish. Her legs certainly felt like she had run a marathon or two... The bailiff detached her cuffs from the chain and grabbed her upper arm again. Once more, she was dragged down the hallway. 'I only know her as Martha.' Alexa realized. 'Would she tell me if I asked for her full name?' “You got of easy there, Missy!” Martha announced, while they walked (Alexa's walk was more of a stumble) past the holding cell and into the actual detention tract. “Espinoza is usually not so lenient. The terms of your probation are particularly lax. 48 hours, really? You might just make it. And please don't tell me it's impossible, I'm going on 50 already.” She rubbed her massive bulge with her free hand. This number didn't surprise Alexa at all. On Probation Alexa didn't find herself let to a detention cell. The room opened up into a small mess hall. A handful of women in prison clothing were sitting around the only two tables. A male guard watched over them, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. One could not fail to notice that all of the women were visible uncomfortable. It didn't take a genius to figure out why. She was directed towards one of the tables and sat down on the cold metal bench. In horror she noticed the art installation on the wall. A small artificial waterfall, burbling and splattering. What a sadistic feature! Purely intentional, no doubt! The table's only other occupant was a pale, red-headed woman in her thirties, seated directly opposite Alexa. She raised her eyes from her meal. “Hi, I'm Karen.” - “Alexa. I would say 'nice to meet you', but to be honest...” “Hey! You two on table one, finish your breakfast and have your little chat when you're back in the cell! No talking in the mess hall!” Alexa looked down on the arrangement prepared for her on a plastic tray. Two medium sized ration bottles of water, plus a little more in a cup. 'Increased in volume by ten percent', she thought grumpily. Then there war a standard carton of generic NuSo. She picked it up to read the label. 'Nutritional Solution, medium-caloric, slightly diuretic, multi-fruit, with banana and strawberry note'. She turned around. “Do I really have to...” - “Yes, all of it. Quit stalling and get done with your breakfast.” She poked the straw into her carton. Surprisingly enough, the cheap NuSo didn't taste half bad. It brought back memories of cafeteria food in public schools. The government label suggested it was the same stuff they fed to people on welfare and food stamps. The fruit flavors seemed decent enough. Of course, Alexa didn't know what real bananas or strawberries tasted like. When she was eight or nine, he had nibbled on a slice of bread her brother had left over after dinner. Like every little girl, she had been told a million times not to do that, but curiosity had gotten the better of her. That's just like kids are. As it was to be expected, she had gotten horribly sick within an hour, had to have her stomach pumped at the hospital. Great Aunt Ismene had told her that back in the day, she had quite enjoyed solid food. Alexa knew enough history to be aware that just two generations ago, women had eaten the same things men did. Biologically, that made sense, but she could just not imagine what it must have been like. Having to chew food, giving it that gross mushy texture you saw every time a male talked with his mouth full? Producing solid waste, just to have another bodily function to take care of (and a pretty disgusting one at that)? How weird. Not to speak of the obesity epidemic that was an almost entirely male problem. No, women were a lot better off than men these days, she was sure about that. “Young lady, it's good to see you enjoying your food, but get started on your drink now. Some of us have a job to do and places to be!” Alexa had hoped to be able to put off drinking more water for just a few minutes, but the guard was insistent. Like she needed any more fluid in her. Deciding that she might as well just get done with it, she threw back her head as if she was taking a shot and emptied the cup in one big gulp. Then she opened the bottles and started chugging. Only a minute later two other guards appeared, beginning to lead the women into their cells. Alexa was paired up with Karen. When she got up from the bench, Alexa had to clench her muscles with everything she had. Just how much longer could she keep this up? This time, no one grabbed and dragged her, and she managed to follow along stiffly. She felt the cold liquid sloshing around in her stomach and wondered where else in her body it would find a place to go. The cell tract was located just off the mess hall and pretty small. Four rather roomy double cells, each with a door made from iron bars. It looked a bit like in that one movie with the one guy from... whatchamacallhim... that movie with the thingything... prison. The one she saw at the Cinedrom with her sister last year. Her brain didn't seem to work properly anymore. After the cell door slammed shut behind them, Karen very carefully sat down on the right hand cot and proceeded to shove her whole hand between her legs. Alexa followed her example, and after her index finger had found her pee hole, she allowed her muscles to loosen up a tiny bit. The relief was almost too much to bear, orgasmic in nature, just like what she had felt on the bus the night before. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. She was controlling the Pacific, just millimeters behind the tiny opening, with something other than just her sphincter for a change. The excitement she felt now was definitely sexual, the wetness entirely unrelated to losing any pee. She considered masturbating carefully to take the edge off the hold. A technique well-tested over the years. But before she could start, another woman's voice made her presence known and brought her back to reality. “So, Alexa, right?” “Uh... I... I'm sorry. Yes, hi, that's my name, Karen.” Alexa opened her eyes and mustered the woman on the other bed. 'Pretty'. She thought. 'Isn't Karen an Irish name? The red hair would fit. An Irish lass with a bladder the size of a basketball. She's about to tear the jumpsuit apart. That bulge is incredible.' Alexa didn't dare to look down to compare it to her own distended organ. Karen hadn't missed Alexa checking her out. She smiled. “And, how do I look?” - “About eight months pregnant, I'd say.” Both chuckled a bit, as proper laughing was out of the question. “What are you in for?” - “I leaked on the job the other day. Just couldn't keep it in. Just a few drops, but with a repeat offender like me, who knows what they are going to do. The can't put me in any lower of a permit class, that's for sure. Just waiting for the court to tell me how fucked I am exactly. I guess we'll find out. What about you, kid?” “Loss of composure and I... uh, I tried to piss in a parking lot. Judge didn't like it.” - “What, you actively tried to piss? That's bad. They are sending you off for re-conditioning, am I right? Please tell me it's not at Watershed.” Alexa shrugged. “That's precisely where it is. You sound like you've got personal experience.” “The Watershed Federal Correction & Rehabilitation Facility for Women, with attached Juvenile Retention Center. A marvelous institution. Been there two times. I do not want to go in for a third.” “How is it?” Karen puckered her lips. “I grew up an atheist and didn't use to believe in purgatory, or eternal punishment. Then I was introduced to hell on earth.” She shuddered. “That bad, huh?” “They are rather... efficient at getting their point across. Court started you out with retention as well?” “Four days.” “Figures. Make sure they don't 'forget' to count your transfer time towards the total. They always plug you up for transport. So unless you wanna be sealed shut for a day longer than necessary, insist they start the clock when they load you into the bus. Wish someone told me that before I went in for the first time.” “I don't plan on going there in the first place.” “Oh, they put you on probation? How long do you have left?” “A little under a day. 48 hours in total.” Karen's eyes glazed over as her freckled face took a dreamy look. “48 hours. Sometimes I fantasize about being allowed to pee that often. Every two days would be heaven! I can only imagine how relaxed you must feel. Really, I'm more than just a little envious.” Alexa had so many questions, but at this moment the cell door swung open and the male guard from the mess hall poked his head in. “Mrs. Townsend, the court will see you now.” Karen got on her feet and approached the hallway on stiff legs. “Here we go. Wish me luck.” - “I'll cross my fingers. If I can manage to take them away from my crotch. Bye.” Two female guards passed her cell. She could her the older of the two chattering away. “Oh my god, did you notice Cindy took a pee before starting her shift, like a little girl? That woman is a disgrace, I tell you. What has become of the service? Back when I started...” The voice slowly faded away. Alexa passed the time with careful self-stimulation. When she supported her index finger by pressing the ring finger on top, she could keep her urethral opening shut with just her right hand. It was tricky, but doable. That freed up the left to stimulate her clitoris through the rough fabric. She didn't dare open her jumpsuit to reach in, fully aware that being caught with the zipper down would lead to dire consequences. The metal housing of the moisture sensor kept pressing into her pubic mound, but it was bearable. In a way, having the material cover her most sensitive parts was a good thing. It kept her masturbation from becoming too intense. She knew that if the went too far and launched herself into an orgasm, she would probably start to squirt out urine uncontrollably. Funnily enough, edging was the appropriate tool to take the edge off her desperation. The masturbated at least daily, but this time it was different than the hundreds solo sessions she had have before. Usually her fantasies circled around burly firefighters with big hoses, rescuing her kitten. Or around burying her tongue between the legs of that cute little blonde in advanced calculus. She knew that girl had a boyfriend, but surely, everyone could use a little variety in their sex life. This time, it wasn't hoses with huge nozzles or blonde angels at all. It was Martha uttering the words 'you won't pee', it was her toilet, displaying 'access denied', a smiling judge Espinoza presenting her a giant jug of orange juice with the words 'your fitness is not up to par'. Her left hand sped up, pushing her dangerously close to the edge, then slowed down again, the tension seemed to build and build, but she knew she couldn't release it. Her thumb picked up the pace, a very peculiar balance, just a little bit faster, just a tiny bit more... “Ma'am, it's time for lunch.” Alexa shrieked in terror and sat bolt upright. A split second later she bent forward, now both hands desperately pushing and squeezing, as her urethra tried to turn into a pressure jet with the shock. She needed a moment to win back control. What little was left of it, anyway. Then she turned beet red. Her ears started to burn. The male guard was standing in the doorway looking at her with a bright smile. She hadn't heard the lock. Oh God, how much had he seen? “Officer, I... I mean, I hope we can keep that, you know...” - “Oh, don't you worry. We don't all take the rules for gospel here. I don't mind.” The big bulge in his pants clearly demonstrated that he didn't. “Now, young lady. Lunch.” Had she really been rubbing herself for 5 hours straight? Alexa walked out of the cell with her head held up high. It was the most difficult thing she had ever done, but she had decided that the would not let them bring her down. He had seen her masturbating. Masturbating, but not peeing. That was the important part. She still had her dignity and she was going to keep it. True, her face bore a very focused expression. Her thighs were stiff and her knees wobbly. Her pose was slightly hunched forward. But only slightly. Head up high, that was all that mattered. In the hallway they passed a pair of armed men in green uniforms, different from both those of the court bailiffs, and the detention area guards. “Who are those guys?” - “Wardens from Watershed. They accompany every prisoner transport with their own personnel. Probably off to the break room now, to drink all our coffee.” He pointed to the window. “If you look into the courtyard, you can see Piss Express.” Alexa didn't need an explanation of the term. It was a prison bus with barred windows. Very much like an old-fashioned school bus, in a very ugly yellow color, bearing the insignia of the Urinary Justice System. Now, she had absolutely no intention of seeing the inside of this vehicle. This whole unfortunate episode had started on a bus, she would not let it end on one. Just keep holding. Lunch consisted of lamb kebab NuSo. A flavor Alexa would have enjoyed, if she hadn't been pre-occupied with her bladder. Speaking of occupied, wouldn't it be nice to visit another place with an occupied sign? 'No, just put peeing out of your mind, silly girl!' The water ration worried her. She had expected two bottles, not three, but it was made perfectly clear that the water wasn't optional. She polished of her tray under the watchful eyes of the guards and presented the empty containers. She was growing impatient, wanting nothing more than to be let back into the relative privacy of her cell to put her hands to use. All the other women were being taken away in pairs of two, and then it was her turn and... “Hey, you remain seated! Plant that tight little butt of yours back on the bench. Attagirl.” She had not seen this uniformed man before. Receding hairline, big mustache. Not the same guy who surprised her in the cell. A shift change, probably. “The terms of your probation are pretty clear. You are expected to keep proper composure. We usually let a lot slide here. But you are the bratty little thing who had to be disciplined even before the proceedings. We cannot trust you. You remain right there where you are until dinner, so we can keep an eye on you. In the meantime, I will figure out how we are going to keep you under surveillance during the night. We might have to put you in the holding cell for that.” Alexa gulped. “I... I have no ill intentions.” “Really. Then what are you doing with your hands under the table? Put both hands on the tabletop, and keep your knees at least twenty centimeters apart! That's more like it.” Five hours tend to pass very slowly when you have nothing to do. They pass even slower when you've got nothing to keep your mind off a bursting bladder. Waiting for dinner was was living hell. The dripping sound from the waterfall was driving Alexa crazy. Despite the cold metal she was sitting on, she had started to sweat profusely, and the jumpsuit was sticking to her skin. The throbbing, the burning, the pain, all of it was back, and worse than ever before. Her entire lower body seemed to consist of nothing but hard muscles and gallons of pee. Her kidneys had started to hurt. Just a light stinging sensation, not nearly as bad as what was going on below. A fire must have been burning in her stomach, because her piss was boiling. An entire ocean of nothing but effervescent liquid, trying to force it's way past her tired sphincter. Her urethra still wanted to become a fire hose. Pulsing, swelling, everything was tight, and tense, and clutched, and hot and pressurized, and still dry, but for how long? She was rocking back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and then came dinner and it was more NuSo, and more water, and her hands started acting on their own, and she felt like a robot, and she drank it all in a trance and... 'Mind over matter' is a wonderful concept. It enables perfectly normal human beings to do things that are commonly thought physically impossible. Incredible feats like running a marathon in under three hours, or climbing Mount Everest without oxygen. But there are some things even a cast iron will can not achieve. The first perception that made it through the clouds into Alexa's feverish mind was that both her hands were wedged in her crotch again. The second thing was a sharp hissing noise. Then, pulsing, another hiss. And a loud buzzing sound, an alarm that went off. “No.” She muttered. “No”. The feeling of moisture between her legs. Just a small leak. Another squirt, spraying through her fingers. And another one. And another one. The wet feeling spread down her thighs and manifested itself at her butt. Another, more forceful spurt. All the clenching, all the pressing in the world, all her hours of Kegel exercises, nothing helped. Another jet, no, not a jet, a trickle. Then a stream. A flood. A dyke burst. The great deluge. Biblical proportions. Louder. “No! No!” More, and more. Her boiling piss pushed its way out of her in an inch-thick stream. A fountain sprang from her lap. The urine soaked her jumpsuit, pooled on the bench, dripped onto the floor, formed a growing puddle. “Why? I tried, I tried, I swear! No, please dear god, no!” Now she was screaming on top of her lungs. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt herself being grabbed around the waist and roughly pulled from the bench. Her bottom hit the floor hard, her tailbone hurt, her arms were bend behind her back, her wrists cuffed together. All while it just kept going on and on, coming out in waves, spraying, pissing, dripping, crying, no end in sight. Epilogue After the urethral plug went in place, the warden jerked up the back zipper of Alexa's jumpsuit. The bright orange material was pulled tight against the tender flesh of her genitals. Next came the wide belt, fastened firmly around her narrow waist, snapping shut with a loud, satisfying clack. The locking buckle clicked four times. “Long-range transport protocol complete. Prisoner F/98/0012 ready for transfer.”
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  3. Hi! This is a story based on a drawing I saw on Reddit, although I don’t know the author, or exactly what it was based on. The user who posted it said, “I think the picture is based on the anime 'maria-sama ga miteru' their names from left to right are mizuno yoku, ogasawara sachiko and fukusawa yumi“ I completely ignored the names for this story, but Suzan would be Mizuno, Jane would be Ogasawara, and Lily would be Fukusawa (who is Jane’s sister, though somewhat optionally). [the events of this picture have not yet occurred in the story. They happen near the end. See the picture later] Skip to the story if you don’t need context. Suzan is the lady of this house, and is an inventor. She has a laboratory down in the finished basement. Jane and her little sister (or just companion) Lily work for her as maids, and the three are good friends. One day, Suzan is working on something, and ends up testing it on Jane. The end result is that Jane’s body is self-hydrating, and particularly her kidneys are super producing urine at an increasing rate. Thankfully, the effects do not inherently hurt Jane’s body at all, but they are inconvenient nonetheless for obvious reasons. Suzan feels deeply guilty, and immediately sets to work on an antidote for this new effect. While that is in the works, she quickly develops a “comfort model” diaper to help alleviate some of the inconvenience for the time being. As a safety measure she hopes she doesn’t need, Jane goes to bed in such a diaper, as Suzan continues work on the antidote. === BEGIN STORY === Jane woke up with a full bladder, but equally full nappy. “This is getting ridiculous,” she thought, as she struggled out of bed. As she did so, she noticed that majority of the pee in the diaper was still warm, and at first she though with alarm that this meant she must have wet within the past couple of minutes, and was already desperate again. But then she remembered, “Oh, right. ‘Comfort model.’” As Suzan had hoped and promised, the extra warmth retaining properties (and other features) she had engineered into the special diaper did indeed make it more comfortable after being pissed in, though an unexpected side effect was the loss of a subliminal sense of time since whenever Jane had peed herself. It quite literally felt as if she was perpetually just having wetted. Even so, she endured until after she had dressed herself, after she had washed her face, after the diaper was thrown away, and after she had dried the pee off her skin, before she finally treated herself to blissful relief on the porcelain. After all, she wasn’t the kind to put pleasure before duty, and while Jane of course normally liked weeing as much as the next maidservant, with the condition she was in, this was definitely in the pleasure category. She moaned helplessly as she quickly began pissing quite hard, ringing melodically against the toilet bowl, without letting up for about a minute and ten seconds. The last twenty seconds after that were slower, though, and she was able to regain some of her composure before she finished. With the business done, she got up to start her morning duties. It wasn’t too long into starting breakfast, however, that she realized she had forgotten to put on any panties. Oh, well. Meanwhile, six slices of bacon and six eggs were soon frying, and her bladder was soon feeling in want of a wee. “Come on,” she thought to herself, “it’s barely been ten minutes, and I already need to pee again.” “I’m done setting the table!” Lilly interrupted Jane’s thoughts. Then she noticed Jane’s legs crossing. “Um… Do you want to pee?” As a matter of fact, blankin’ right she wanted to pee. She wasn’t about to admit that in front of Lilly, though. Lilly had tended to overdramatize things in Jane’s opinion. She uncrossed her legs, and said casually, “Well, a little, but I can hold it.” This statement was about half true, and might’ve been entirely true normally, but considering the current state Jane was in, the idea that the urge would remain “a little” for long was highly optimistic. “Okay. Just be ready in case of an emergency, alright?” “Alright,” Jane answered, feeling Lilly was acting a bit silly. She wasn’t about to have an accident like a three-year-old. The condition was mostly… annoying, that was it, annoying. She didn’t need babying from her sister. She pressed her legs together again. This was particularly annoying. Jane put the eggs and bacon into serving dishes, and Lilly brought them to the table while Jane went to wake up Suzan. She resisted the temptation to scissor walk up the stairs to Suzan’s bedroom, but mostly because it would either drastically slow her down or make it very hard to balance. The urge to pee was becoming very strong indeed. Arriving at Suzan’s bedroom, she knocked gently on the door. “Suzan?” Nothing. She opened it a bit, and called again. “Suzan?” Still nothing, so she stepped inside. The bed was empty. “Oh, of course,” Jane sighed, and went back down the stairs (!), to the basement made laboratory door, and peeked in. There was Suzan, wearing her lab coat over her evening dress from the night before, slumped over the table. “Suzan?” Jane whispered loudly, but to no avail. She had hoped she wouldn’t have to descend yet another flight of stairs, but descend she did, and gently shook Suzan awake. “Ooh, what time is it?” The lady of the house said slowly. “It’s, uh, 7:24, in the morning. Breakfast is ready,” Jane answered, now standing firmly on one foot. Suzan glanced at the items scattered around her workspace. “Oh, good. I wasn’t dreaming that part. Well, there’s still more to do, but… *yawn* …I think I finally have a cure in the works for, um, what I did to you yesterday.” She glanced nervously at Jane’s bladder. “I’m really sorry about that. It m-must have been horribly inconvenient…” Suzan was not one to get emotional, but it had been one of her first human tests, and ironically what had caused the problem was the antidote to the initial experiment. She had tested it on Guinea pigs first, of course, but then who expects a Guinea pig to moderate where and when it pees? “Suzan,” Jane looked her straight in the eye, “it’s all right. I’ll be fine! You did the best you could. I forgive you.” “*Sniff* Thank you,” Suzan answered, and the two embraced. “Jane? Suzan? If you don’t come soon, the eggs are going to get cold!” Lily called from the kitchen. Suzan hung up her lab coat, quickly rinsed her face (which Jane was not quick enough to avoid witnessing, to her dismay. Why did laboratory sinks have to sound so tinkly when water splashed in them?), and the two headed upstairs. Sitting down at the table, Jane really was in a desperate state. She was now very much aware that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and the non-water-retaining cushion on her chair (Suzan’s work, and one of her favorite inventions so far) seemed to be begging her, “Piss me, piss me wet soaked with piss, please! It won’t hurt a thing.” She couldn’t argue. Everything in the house that wasn’t absolutely separate from the laboratory had been spill-proofed, including the composite floor. She could probably piss a few bushels before it would hurt anything, if not more. Bad time to think of that. A small spurt escaped onto the cushion. Her bladder had hit maximum, and Jane was losing control, fast. “No!” she thought, “I will go to the b… place on my own time. I’m finishing breakfast first.” Thankfully, she only had two bites of eggs left. One bite, one half… Done. She picked up her dishes as a pretense. Even now, she didn’t want to admit a loss of control, although one was undeniably looming. “*Swallow* I, uh, I’ll go w-wash this up in the kitche-AAAAH, AHH!” At the mention and thought of the warm, soapy water on her hands, Jane’s sphincter quite emphatically decided that it had had enough. She began pissing hard, and fell helplessly back into the turned-away chair, dropping the plate and spoon onto the floor (thankfully, the plate did not break). She tried to stop the flow, and even to get up and run to the bathroom, but her bladder was too exhausted to cooperate. Suzan immediately got up to help her, but quickly realized there was not much she could do. So instead, she took Jane’s hand, and began to comfort her, “It’s okay, Jane, it’s okay. Don’t hurt yourself. You did a good job. Just let it all fly away. It won’t hurt the floor. Just let yourself pee.” For about two seconds, Jane debated as to wether she should follow Suzan’s advice: It was so counterintuitive. But, Suzan was probably correct, and she was the lady of the house, so Jane relaxed. Almost immediately, her peeing became extremely pleasurable. She was peeing harder and harder, more than she ever had before in her life. She was blushing, panting, and moaning from the sensation. She was still holding weakly onto Suzan’s hand for some reason, a seeming last touch with familiar reality as her urethra was taking her round the moon and back. Suzan wasn’t sure what Jane’s various exclamatory sounds meant, so she asked, “Are you okay?” Jane threw her head back, and moaned, “Yeeeees…!” Susan blushed herself, and hunched a bit from happy embarrassment. At least something good was coming of the accident yesterday. Jane went back to observing her stream, and the puddle she was making. It was hardly believable! [picture occurs here] Meanwhile, Lily had also gotten up to comfort Jane, but, like Suzan, was now staring in amazement as Jane continued to power piss, far surpassing what her bladder could’ve possibly been carrying to start with. Although it seemed like stream would eventually be proven finite, Jane certainly wasn’t going to be done any time soon, and she didn’t want to be done yet, either.
  4. So this is a little scifi setting I've been mulling around the past month or so. This is one of two projects. One is yet to be posted and an actual piece of fiction. This is an interactive story done in a disco channel so while it does have the length it's a little rough but thoroughly enjoyable thus far. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjsemNhze7U Allow me to set the scene, to paint the canvas through which we will accompany our poor heroine. A small piece of music to help illustrate my vision of a corporate neon future. The San Angeles Metroplex or more commonly known as SANAM City. The remnants of the western North American Seaboard reformed on the temperate coast after the event... Everyone knows the event, it the world a chance to start over for better or worse. At a time during which the Earth's poles were reversing leaving the magnetosphere at a mere fraction of it’s strength the sun’s activity spiked. A devastating coronal mass ejection event started it all. Satellite’s circuitry fused in an instant, even the most hardened of communication systems ground to a halt with the interference generated by the petawatts of energy released upon the earth. High voltage transmission lines that made everyday living and the technology we relied on blew when the transformers melted, substations detonated from the ambient currents rippling through the atmosphere. Drives in all but the luckiest or most shielded locations were erased in a flash. The solar activity persisted and the power… stayed off. Governments crumbled, populations evaporated but as we are a tenacious species we carried on despite the adversity. The prevalence of nuclear reactors in the midwest and east coast left much of north america uninhabitable and a combination of factors made those who survived flock to the west coast. A temperate climate, the vast Pacific ocean, fertile farm ground and of course a lack of skin searing radiation which is a bonus. What little power structure survived was in the form of multinational corporations. Slowly they assumed control, provided stability, order. It wasn’t perfect but it was something. But enough of that history lesson. Some people don’t even believe that’s what really happened. With such limited electronic records from the time numerous wild conspiracy theories fill the net. Crime, drugs, technology and a thin facade of corporate order holding it all together. Welcome to Sanam city. Flashy advertisements line the streets projecting holo images. Far above ground level the ultralux jet about in their aircars looking down on those below stuck using wheeled transportation. Cybernetic implants enhance everyday life helping with every task imaginable. The sky is the limit when it comes to augmentation and if you can dream it up and have the credit for it… Therein came the problem. As with any foreign object certain precautions had to be taken to ensure the body’s white blood cells don’t attack and reject it. The latest iteration from PharmaTek of their ubiquitous acceptance cocktail Serum5 has been all the rage. Used in surgery it is combined with a potent anesthetic which makes it a favorite to smoke as well often sold by less than scrupulous doctors on the side looking for a little bit of extra cash. What nobody was expecting was the drastic side effects that accompanied the new revision. It wreaked havoc with the parasympathetic nervous system but only with those who had a XX chromosome pairing. The effects were almost instantaneous. Females everywhere began to experience the symptoms. Increased appetites, lacrimation, drooling and worst of all what looked like an inexplicable onset of incontinence like effects stemming from much more sensitive sphincter muscles. Nobody knew how to deal with it and information was scarce. PharmaTek slicers worked round the clock to expunge any questions confused and concerned women raised on the net. Doctors were paid off to look the other way and attribute such incidents up to stress but it was growing too big to cover up. With no fix insight and dollar signs in their eyes a pivot was made. After the first month past and the effects have spread to most if not all of the female population. Feminine incontinence wear sprang up practically overnight. Adverts and product campaigns in an effort to normalize and profit off of their own screwup. PharmaTek still hasn’t owned what it has done but profits are higher than ever now with it’s subdivisions devoting entire production lines to incontinence wear. Two months have passed since Serum5 hit the streets and the troubling issues brought with it are still fresh in everyone’s mind. Not everyone is accepting their fate laying down! Some still strive towards a cure to the sudden onset of symptoms but others resigned themselves to a life of ‘protection’. A song played in the early hours of the morning. The greenish hue of the fading Aurora Centralis besieged by the distant rising sun. “Just five more minutes.” a groggy voice calls out from underneath a set of expensive silken sheets. “Ms Blackstar, it is unsanitary to sleep in your own urine. This is the third night in a row you have urinated in your bedding. I advise an appointment with the company clinic. I scheduled an appointment for thursday of this week.” the ‘helpful’ computerized assistant spoke. “and I would advise using the restroom before bed.” it said almost as if it was mocking her. Her cheeks turned red as she slowly woke up. It was right… the clammy cool feeling of soaked sheets clung to her skin. “Nnnngggg not again!” she growled, wrinkling her nose at the smell of piss. She’d have to do laundry again. “Just… cancel the appointment and deactivate.” she said, obviously in no mood to be discussing her problem. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed her scowl only deepened seeing the huge damp splotch covering her bottom sheet and having soaked her pajamas. She pinched the bridge of her nose before her fingers in frustration before forcing herself to trudge to the bathroom. A shower would help, she’d have to strip the sheets again. This was getting real old… the past month had been chaos. Women under her command calling out sick having unfortunate… accidents and even having more than a few close calls herself including one afternoon in the office where after a mad scramble towards the restroom she’d ended up just yanking her skirt up and pissing through her panties. Everyone just said it was ‘something going around’ but what kind of cold did this? She’d seen one of the company doctors but he fed her some line of bullshit. Sounded like he was reading a script, told her to make sure she got some rest maybe take some time off. It didn’t sit right with her and now it seemed to be getting worse. She was wetting her bed again! A PrivSec agent should not being doing that… no less a PrivSec field commander! What kind of person wanted to hire security from someone who couldn’t stop wetting themselves… or worse? A hot shower helped ease her mind, it always did. Her morning routine fell into place with a few extra additions to accommodate her little bedwetting incident. A brush through her long black hair, a faint dusting of makeup followed by her sharp grey suit. It wasn’t her field outfit but she could change into that later if necessary. Most corporate jobs had been little more than babysitting lately which… with all the issues she was facing wasn’t exactly a bad thing. The door to her more than modest apartment opened and shut behind her as she exited towards the carpark. Even the low level grunts at PrivSec were payed relatively well. It wasn’t a bad outfit to work for if you didn’t mind turning blind eye on occasion to some of the less than moral contracts. Her implants hummed away taking care of minor tasks like opening her car door and making sure her apartment’s security system was armed. Unlike much of the tech on the street her implants were all top notch, designed not to stand out, not to raise attention. At first glance one would never even notice she was auged except for the faint glowing ring her pupils. Another benefit of being employed by PrivSec, implants related to your job function were provided at a heavy discount and doctor’s services were waived as long as it was installed inhouse. An executive black sedan waited for her. Living in a better part of SANAM city meant most of the other vehicles around hers were similar but all it took was driving a couple of miles in the wrong direction and the rolling scrap heaps people called cars would surround her vehicle. The coffee warmed her throat as she greedily sucked it down taking a seat on the fine leather. Sunlight was just starting to wash over the sprawling city, not that it was ever really dark anymore. Not with the aurora and the constant advertisements. The car’s engine fired to life with the raucous bark of a powerful cold start before falling into a smooth rumble. Before she could set off an advertisement chimed in through the av unit the holographic image of what could only be described as a child’s diaper appearing. “Now available to women everywhere the revolutionary Huggies Titan with color changing indic...” the advert went on before she bellowed angrily. “Turn that shit off!” she spat. People weren’t actually buying this garbage were they? She could feel the satin grasp of the panties she wore underneath her suit and blushed at the thought of wearing something so ridiculous. With an angry stab of the throttle she set off into the city’s early morning bustle. She continued to sip her coffee and catch up on the news as she drove moving from light to light. She liked to get to the office early. That gave her a chance to pick her assignment before other field commanders might choose a contract she wanted. She was getting close to the office, an uneventful drive thus far. Traffic had been heavier than normal but not too bad. She’d still be on time but… something caught the corner of her eye. Out the side window down a littered alley she spotted two bangers. Two hoods to whatever local gang was around working over some guy pretty good. A man and a woman both wearing a black hoodie with some neon colors on the back. “Low life parasites...” she sneered, her hand moving towards the large sidearm holstered under her suit jacket. She gave a sidelong glance at the time in her ocular implant. She could stop this, save that poor guy do a small act of good in a city that so often lacked it but… if she got out and approached those two punks who knows how long it could take or how risky it could be to approach them. What if they had backup? Most days she would have just driven by barely sparing a glance. Maybe it was everything that had been going on giving her a little bit of perspective but fed up as she was she wasn’t about to let this shit just happen. “Fuck it.” she glanced at the time, it would be cutting it close but… an outlet for her frustrations sounded just like what she needed. The door opened and with a hiss and the driver behind her layed on the horn to which she responded with a steely glare and a flash of her middle finger. The car’s door shut behind her and the automated driver took over shuttling the vehicle out of the roadway while she took care of business per se. The simplest way to clock a concealed weapon but not always the most accurate, a quick thermal scan. A quick change of her vision mode to thermal. The woman was wearing a pair of brass knuckles and from the rough outline the man looked to have a small firearm tucked into his waistband. Probably some piece of shit polymer printed illegal knockoff. The yellows and reds faded from her vision as she returned to normal sight. “Hey!” she barked at them already drawing the large caliber handgun from underneath her shoulder. Her other hand already flashing her PrivSec badge as she approached. A PrivSec agent was not someone you wanted to run up against. The two paused kicking the brutalized man and for a moment there was a calm in the alley punctuated by a groan of pain. At 5’10” Emelie Blackstar wasn’t exactly a small woman and in the small heels she wore around the office she crested six feet tall. The two seemed unimpressed by her stature or her badge and the young girl maybe early twenties spoke up first. “Oh come up we’re just showing our friend what happens when you mess with us.” she said. Her mouth was hidden underneath a bandana but she sounded like she was grinning, the smug little bitch. “Yeah, this ain’t some corpoRAT security detail so why don’t you fuck off.” her partner in crime spat with a laugh. The pair had balls but that wasn’t liable to count for much with a piece of serious hardware leveled at you. “Why don’t you go put on a show for some ultralux, whore.” the girl mocked. Her brightly dyed blue hair framed her face falling out from under her hood. Emelie just wanted to knock her teeth in. So far she had shown restraint but these two… her finger twitched moving from the trigger guard to the trigger. As his accomplice spoke he made his move reaching for his concealed weapon. He never even managed to draw it from his waistband before she fired the first shot. A deafening crack echoed in the alley, her aural implants attenuating the sound protecting her hearing. Another crack as she fired a second time, each crack of gunfire accompanied by the satisfying metal snap of the slide racking back ejecting the spent cartridge. Five shots directly center mass splattering the ground behind him with a red mist. He slumped over instantly. The woman’s eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw the agent storming towards her gun still in hand. “You should have listened to me. Your little friend here was about to come at me with an illegal piece. Now you’ll be on the hook for murder.” she said with a smirk as she grabbed the woman by the collar and shoved her against back against the wall. “N...no please… please just… just let me go.” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes jamming the hot muzzle of her gun straight against the woman’s throat. A small mercy she was wearing a bandanna but that would be the least of her problems should she decide to pull the trigger. She pinned her against the wall with her forearm using her hand to yank down the bandanna getting a good look at her face analyzing the expression. “Genuine remorse...” she said as she loosened her grip finally hearing the sound of running water. It was faint but noticeable with her enhanced hearing. She let her go taking a step back. “You… no… don’t tell me...” giving a look of disgust at the distraught girl glancing down expecting to see a growing wet splotch rushing down her ripped at the knee jeans but nothing… Something clicked in her mind. That damned advertisement she’d heard earlier. A quick flash back to thermal vision showed her everything she needed to know. The glowing yellow radiant heat all around her groin. “Show some backbone, christ are you actually wearing one of those… things?” she couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. “And stop crying!” she snapped at her waving her gun nonchalantly. “I… I can’t stop!” she said defensively, wiping her eyes. “and… and I didn’t even feel it.” the girl mumbled averting her gaze. The agent was disgusted but at the same time morbidly curious. “Let me see it.” she found herself saying. The woman blushed furiously, as if admitting to having pissed herself was embarrassing enough now this deranged woman wanted to see… her… diaper? “You can’t be serious!” she balked. “Just fucking do it and then get your ass out of here. I don’t want to waste anymore ammo today.” she threatened. The color drained from her face and her hands fumbled with her pants quickly yanking them down mid thigh exposing the sodden garment. It was just like that damn advert had described. Thick, swollen with urine the cutesy prints faded when she’d wet it. “Get out of my sight.” she said coldly, jamming the firearm back into her holster. Tapping her finger to her ear for a moment walking towards the end of the alley leaving the surreal scene behind her. She combed her fingers through her hair as the operator came on through her implant. “No… the emergency is passed.” she said to the emergency dispatch. “No… just… listen. PrivSec agent ID 37489 just send an officer down. Some little shit came at me with a piece of knockoff tech… No I won’t wait at the scene. Yes, whatever just send the paperwork to the office.” she said tersely ending the call. Walking along the sidewalk leaving the alley she called her car remotely tracking its crawl through traffic as it homed in on her location. She winced, feeling that familiar pang of growing urgency. That coffee… she should have known it would go right through her. She took a deep breath and pinched her thighs together before pressing on ignoring the sensation. “Damn autodrive… could it have found a farther parking spot!” she groused still waiting for her car to appear in the seemingly endless flow of traffic. Finally after another few minutes it slowly pulled up along side her as she strolled casually through the dingy streets gratefully getting into the passenger door when it slid open. “Get me to the office.” she said taking a somewhat stiff sitting posture, tapping her foot against the carpeting. “Uhg, I’m going to be late I knew I should have kept going.” she complained. Truthfully she would only be perhaps five minutes or so late but she had a feeling the better assignments would already be taken by the time she arrived. The rest of the drive was fortunately less eventful and though she resisted the urge to jam her hand between her legs thinking herself better than that she certainly wanted to. There it was, finally; the PrivSec building. A massive obsidian obelisk in a sea of concrete and glass superstructures. The car could park itself allowing her to take a deep breath and depart. She walked quickly into the looming building passing through the requisite security checkpoints verifying both biometric and implant locks along the way. She could feel her muscles quivering as she stood in the elevator forcing herself not to squirm. The very muscles threatening to send a torrential downpour straight into her uniform. Finally the bell chimed and her floor was revealed through the maglevetator. She let out a sigh of relief and departed heading straight towards the restroom. Approaching her from the other side of the hall was a man clad in a pinstriped black suit. Her stomach dropped, it was her boss… “You’re late Blackstar.” his gravely voice called out. He was holding a folder in his hands… was he just fucking waiting for her? Hagar that little micromanaging prick! This was bad… what if he got off on some tangent and started lecturing her or what if he wanted to talk mission parameters… She just wanted to piss! Of course he was waiting for her today of all days. She groaned as he approached her feeling uncomfortably full. It was getting urgent but she’d be fine… she was simply feeling a little concerned and rightfully so with what had been happening lately. The worry came from the twitchy sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath and focused, forcing herself to stand up straight her professional shoes clacking against the floor as she closed the distance. “Just a little distraction on the way to the office… you know how it is.” she said dismissively; having decided to address him first before running off. Ignoring her boss… not a smart move. “Actually, I don’t. The police report came in. It’s waiting on your desk for a signature. If you want to be a hero do it on your own time.” he said. She raised her eyebrow folding her arms over her chest shifting from one foot to another. “Priority B mission.” he said thrusting the folder at her. That must have been why he was in a less than jovial mood. She took the folder holding it under her arm already slowly beginning to circle around him. Normally the two had a good working relationship and on a small handful of occasions met for a few drinks and some extra curricular activities. Given the rigid corporate environment sleeping with a subordinate was not exactly smiled upon. It gave her a little bit of leverage with him but she knew if she really tried to pull that card he would most certainly take her down with him. “Priority B? I’ll take a look at it in a minute.” she said already beginning to look away. He sighed “You know the rules, we’ve got to go over mission parameters. This is an ultralux heavy hitter.” he began. “I said in a minute okay so unless you want me pissing all over the floor meet me in my damn office in five minutes!” she snapped at him shooting him a dangerous look. That didn’t stop him from quietly snickering and raising his hands in defense. “Fine fine, five minutes.” he said, watching her walk. “Oh and get me a danish from the coffee room… no, two. I’m fucking famished.” she said rubbing her stomach. “Fuck…” she hissed under his breath clenching her fists as she quickly walked towards the bathroom. Fortunately he wasn’t in as bad of a mood as he let on, just stressed at getting a priority B mission. Her cursing might come up later but he usually let her slide except for the few times he mentioned it in her damn yearly review but that’s another story! Finally the bathroom was in sight. She had just been joking about pissing all over the floor but seeing the bathroom so close suddenly seemed to make the urge even stronger. Her bladder spasmed but she didn’t feel anything and with a burst of speed she darted forward throwing caution to the wind as she threw open the bathroom door and hurried inside. Small mercy it was empty. The door locked automatically behind her giving her the privacy to attend to her rather pressing needs. She tossed the file haphazardly onto the granite counter; her hands were already fumbling with the front of her pants as she bounced from foot to foot. The sight of the toilet right in front of her making the need to go even worse. In a swift motion she yanked down her pants accompanied by her panties letting her head lull back with a moan of relief that was shortly drown out by the gushing noisy hiss. Blissful relief and she’d made it not like the other week which still made her flush with embarrassment. Pissing through her panties as she sat on the toilet, her a grown woman of twenty-nine, a PrivSec agent no less! The coffee having stimulated another urge she gave a push and finished her morning evacuation with an unladylike series of noises. She frowned, the urge had come on so fast and the strange sensations. She was growing concerned. At first she had tried to chalk it up to coincidence… and the first doctor had told her it was just stress but these close calls and then her wet sheets. “Fuck...” she said when her eyes finally rested on the gusset of her panties. There was a telltale damp splotch and a faint wet streak that ran down the inseam of her pants. “Fuck!” she cursed again loudly slamming her fist against the wall. Tears started to well in her eyes. “What the fuck… why am I crying!” she howled even more angry than before. It took a few seconds to calm down, but she did. Wiping her eyes to stave off the unbidden tears and squirming when the bidet triggered she was ready to start her day. She approached the mirror, a news feed of various stories scrolling through down one side. The water turned on automatically and she washed her hands, meticulously drying them before straightening out her coat making sure she was composed once again. “Get it the fuck together.” She told her reflection grabbing the folder from the counter. Emelie marched out of the bathroom back towards her office, stomach growling with ravenous hunger. He was waiting for her sitting across from her desk and as requested with two pastries and another cup of coffee were waiting for her. He was holding one palm up a holographic image projecting up as he casually checked his mail whilst waiting for her. The projection faded as he heard her enter and he cleared his throat. “Good morning Em, I didn’t mean to be sharp with you it’s just well you know… priority B.” he began, flashing a charismatic smile. “Yeah yeah, just don’t make it a habit.” She teased tossing the folder onto her desk, lowering herself into her cushy office chair. “So this mission, what are doing doing?” she began, reaching for the folder as he implants synced with the holoprojectors mounted in her desk. He intercepted her movements first. Before she could open the file he put his hand on top, a look of concern on his face. “Before that…” he began somewhat hesitantly. “Are you… doing okay?” he asked. The gesture of sympathy caught her by surprise. Of course they had a close working relationship but in the office he had always kept her at an arm’s reach. Analyzing his facial expressions with her implant she looked him over for ulterior motives; concern, unease, apprehension… amusement followed by a long list of potential false positives. ‘Fucking asshole would be amused by the situation’ but perhaps that was a little harsh she thought. Likely he was doing the exact same thing, scanning her reaction. Fuck it was tempting, to just talk about what had been happening lately. It seemed he was genuinely concerned, her only worry was as her boss he might take anything she said to the medical department. “Look you don’t have to tell me anything… I just know a lot of weird stuff has been going on the past few weeks… not specifically with you I mean” He said using an innocuous euphemism. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant by weird stuff. She took a large bite out of one of the pastries mulling it over. He was the closest thing to a friend she had in PrivSec. It was weird, everyone seemed to at least on some level know that something was wrong… but no one was talking about it probably too embarrassed to be the first to say something. It was easier to just carry on and pretend everything was normal despite a few extra loads of laundry. Even the few times she did a quick search of the net there were no hits leaving her thinking she was the only one suffering such issues or it was just all in her head. The raven haired agent looked at him, washing down the pastry with a gulp of coffee She set the cup of aromatic caffeinated liquid down staring at it for a moment before returning her gaze to his. Narrowing her eyes she pointed at him “This doesn’t leave this room and so help me god if you laugh… I’ve already shot one person today.” She threatened with a menacing tone. He shook his head giving her a look “Who am I going to tell?” he casually brushed away her concerns. Emelie rubbed her face with her hands massaging her temples. “I’m doing… well not exactly bad but…” she began, pausing as her cheeks started to blush red with embarrassment. “Have you noticed all those stupid adverts from the PharmaTek subdivisions?” she said, seeming to suddenly nonsequitor to another topic. He gave her a confused look before it clicked. “Sort of… not really though. So much of those ads are targeted by implant id.” He said, having a vague idea of what she was talking about. “I thought it was crazy… I mean they look like baby diapers with those prints and everything. I thought what kind of self respecting woman would wear -that-.” She continued, slowly getting back to her point. “One of those bangers I ran into this morning. She was wearing one… totally pissed herself.” She said before he interjected. “Well… you did gun down her running partner in front of her with that hand cannon of yours.” He said with a chuckle which earned him a sharp look. “And I held it to her neck but that’s not the point. Sorry… I’m rambling a bit.” She said shaking her head using the momentary silence to take another bite of her pastry. “I started wetting the bed…” she finally forced herself to admit. “You… what?” he said blankly, blinking a few times. “You heard me dick, don’t make me repeat it!” She said feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. “Once last week… and now three nights in a row.” She elaborated with a sheepish tone. It was what he had asked about but hearing it actually come from her mouth just made it seem even more outlandish. His mouth hung open slightly. “I see.” He said pensively, quickly composing himself. “Yeah… and I’ve had a few close calls during the day.” She said, the concern evident in her voice. “This morning?” he asked. She shook her head. “Not quite, close but I could have held it. I just didn’t want to risk it.” “Understandable… it could be worse though.” He said which earned him another sharp look. “How…” she said bluntly. He scratched the perfectly trimmed stubble along his square cut jaw. “I’m not going to tell you her name but another of the block managers she shit herself. Right in the middle of the Weekly Operation report meeting.” He said bluntly. Her eyes widened. “No…” she said in disbelief. “Yes… she was just sitting there fiddling with her pen taking some notes and I see her just go white as a sheet and then I heard it… and smelled it. She was shocked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone run so fast out of one of those meetings.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s not funny!” she barked at him. “Sorry sorry.” He said defensively. “It’s not even just the bathroom issues… I’ve been so hungry lately!” she exclaimed, finishing the first pastry as if to reinforce what she’d said. “and the crying… uhg sometimes I can just feel tears starting for no reason. I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do if… this gets worse.” She confided with him. “and before you say anything I have seen a doctor. He said it was probably just stress. Which is bullshit and you know it. That’s just code for I have no idea.” She said with a wry laugh. “Now can I laugh?” he asked which brought a smile to her face. “I’ll allow it.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Well for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re alone with whatever is going on.” He said doing his best to be comforting. “That’s what I thought but… the few times I searched the net I couldn’t find anything but ads for Huggies and Pampers.” She said with an irritated shake of her head. “I mean… couldn’t they at least make them without those stupid cutesy prints!” she said. He gave her a confused look. “Nevermind…” she said embarrassed that she even knew what they looked like. “I also wanted to let you know you’ve got a mandatory physical eval today. I think it’s concerning what’s been going around all the women do. They started with the grunts earlier. I only heard about it today…” he said. She let out a pensive ‘hmm’ and opened up her messages on the holoprojector waving her hand to scroll through before seeing the invite. “Yeah… right here I’m scheduled for 9.” She said with a sigh taking another sip of coffee already eyeing her second pastry. “Thanks…” she said glancing away shyly. “But… if it’s all the same I’ve had enough talking about how I’m pissing my pants and let’s just brief me on mission details before my appointment.” Em said, getting down to business as she plucked a morsel of sweet dough from the delicious breakfast bread. “Right, of course.” He said, opening the folder revealing the papers contained within. “Client’s an ultralux which you probably already guessed.” He began, she nodded and let him continue as she worked on finishing breakfast. “Classic story, spoiled daughter gets it in her head that she wants some excitement, comes down ground level.” He covered spreading out the files on her desk. Pictures of the target, the client and her last known location. “Classic story indeed, can I guess how it ends?” she asked taking a good look at the pictures. “By all means.” He said with a gesture of his hand. “Goes to the club scenes, parties her brains out high of everything from Ozone to every Serum remix available and ends up locked in some guys basement. Now he’s trying to ransom her to daddy. How’d I do?” she asked looking up with a smirk. “Close, I’ll give you a B minus.” He joked. “First, ‘some guy’ happens to be Division Ruin. Serious players in the valley they run some serious combat grade hardware. DR management are ex higher ups from different arms manufacturers and second… we don’t think she knows she’s being ransomed. From what we can tell they’re treating her pretty good meaning…” he paused. “Once Daddy pays they’re just going to kill her.” She answered in his stead. “exactly… and third he’s an investor. So he’s given us a timetable and it’s how should we say… short.” He continued. Emelie frowned, she kicked herself for coming in late today. “On the upside Priority B means close air support if you request it and some pretty choice hardware if you want to go in loud. “I would say this kind of mission is begging for some creative infil, getting close to the higher ups and convince the target to walk right out but I don’t know that you have the time for that but… anyway like I said. Parameters are up to you, keep in mind we do have an asset in DR so try not to kill too many people. She sighed and nodded. “We’ll figure it out and get back Daddy’s little princess in one piece.” The two talked for an hour and change covering the layout of the surrounding area, strength and size of DR forces, security measures, equipment options, tactical approaches and everything else they could fit into the hour before her appointment. She ushered him out of her office so she could maybe get some answers about what was going on. The medical wing was decent walk away from her office. Wing was really more of an understatement as the PrivSec building also housed what amounted to a private hospital. “Examination room FF” she said aloud glancing over her shoulder as a bookish looking operative walked past her leaving one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hall her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. “Welcome Ms. Blackstar.” A chipper female voice called out as she opened the door and quickly shut it behind her. “Mm” she nodded. “Please, go ahead and fill out this questionnaire and then undress.” The shorter woman said. She seemed too happy for this kind of meeting probably just trying to be friendly but Emelie didn’t like her. “Right.” She responded curtly, having to remind herself that the doctor was just trying to help. Had she received any implants and been administered with the new Serum5, had she experienced any increase in appetite, increase in needing to use the restroom… and at the very bottom of the list bouts of incontinence… It was a clean sweep, a yes to every question though she felt the defensive need to clarify with the qualifiers to downplay the severity. “If I could just elaborate on some of these questions…” she asked but the woman shook her head offering a friendly smile. “Oh no that’s not necessary we appreciate your honesty and it only helps us help you!” she said taking the clipboard allowing the woman to undress. Wanting to finish as soon as possible she did as asked carefully setting her shoes aside before slipping out of her pants. Her jacket and shirt followed suit and soon she was standing there in just her light satin panties with an elegant trimming of lace along with a matching bra. “Oh, completely naked please.” The woman asked when she turned around now holding an instrument in her hand. “I’m going to sync with your implants to check your vitals if you’ll open your firewall to device ID 72fc444A.” she said continuing with that irritatingly chipper tone of voice. She sighed again thankful that the small leak from earlier had dried by now as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and tugged her panties down her long toned thighs. Unhooking her bra shortly thereafter she stood, entirely nude in front of the woman her impressive physique on display. “Go ahead Doc, you should be able to sync now.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. “Thank you, this shouldn’t take long.” She said humming to herself as she waved the device around looking at the screen and then poked and prodded at the woman’s body. “Odd…” she noted as she went about her work. “You haven’t felt drowsy or light headed lately?” she asked idly. “No… why?” Emelie asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Well your average resting heartrate has decreased by approximately 5 beats per minute to 49 or so. Exercising more?” She commented keeping as professional as ever. Emelie just shook her head and let the woman continue. Her impressive physique was enhanced by her implants. Lengthy fibrous metal cables ran the length of her spine and branched off into the major muscle groups in her arms, legs and even into her core. The Apollyon module implanted in the base of her spine helped enhance strength through muscle density and endurance by helping the body filter out lactic acid more quickly. With an elaborate suite of sensors it was also the module the doctor was currently accessing her vital information with. “Well you’re as fit as ever.” She said making a note on the medical device. The woman stood just barely above chest height eye to eye with Emelie’s generous c cup chest. “Let me just check.” She said to herself, setting the device down and reaching out practically jabbing her freezing cold fingers against the woman’s abdomen. Her stomach showed just the faintest hint of musculature underneath a layer of supple pale skin. She flinched, grunting in surprise at the sudden sensation of the woman’s fingers jabbing against her stomach and bladder. Even worse she could feel a spasm, a sudden tickle against her nethers and then a warm rivulet of liquid running down the back of her thigh. ‘Fuck!’ she thought to herself praying the woman didn’t notice. Discussing the issues was one thing but… dribbling down her legs in front of her… that was too much! “Nng” she let out an audible groan as the woman’s fingers dug in a little harder kneading around putting more pressure on her abdomen. “My apologies for any discomfort.” She said continuing to strain and pressure her lower muscles. Her bladder spasmed again and she felt another warm gush of urine run down her legs dribbling onto the floor. “Enough of that!” she exclaimed smacking at the woman’s hand, cheeks burning bright red at having just peed in front of her. It wasn’t much but still, she was mortified! “That should conclude my examination. Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Blackstar.” The woman said. “You may use the towel on the wall to clean up.” She said as if she had been expecting her to urinate all over herself. “You performed exceedingly well and I must say I’m jealous of how you held it together when I pressure your sphincter muscles.” She spoke as the blushing woman toweled legs off. “I’ll get down to brass tax. Though we have no definite information evidence points to a unique interplay between Serum5 and our female physiology. You’re not the only one experience these symptoms an increase in urge incontinence, increased appetite and a mix of others as I am sure you are aware. Oh before you redress…” she said, stopping her just as her panties began to crest her thighs. “I have a sample for you.” She said opening a drawer tugging out a small wrapped package. “The latest in discrete incon wear. The Poise Guardian pad or if you’d prefer I have more absorbent options.” She said still keeping that same chipper tone of voice that was really beginning to irritate her. She was tempted to slap the damn thing from her hand! She needed a medical solution not a diaper! “Are you fucking kidding me!?” she finally snapped. The smaller woman recoiled slightly but stood her ground. “I understand you are frustrated but this is only a temporary solution until a more permanent course of action is presented.” She asserted. “I’m a grown woman! I’m not a child! I don’t need to go fucking traipsing around in a diaper!” she fumed. “This is ridiculous!” she continued, having lost her temper. “This isn’t a diaper!” she protested. After her little eruption the two stood silently, Emelie weighing her options. It was official… she had a problem but this… it seemed so extreme. So she had a few close calls… did she really need to resort to… this? Accepting it just felt like admitting to her weakness but at the same time… it seemed like the smart choice.
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    Support developers here. Patches are already applied, if you don't have the original Japanese version, there's no need to download them. カミツレの狼(Chamomile Wolf) and REX SEDES are based on existing files in OmoOrg. Translation patches are uploaded in case you already downloaded those two games. These games are translated by Google Translate using translator++. There are text indent problems with the translation, so I decreased the font size. If indent problem still exists, scroll up to see text history. (This is a feature of YEP_MessageCore plugin) Three versions working on Windows, MacOS and Linux are provided for all three games. Don't want to wait for download? Try the online version. It's hosted on GitHub Pages with transparent code. Online: REX_SEDES Chamomile_Wolf Double_Exposure Leave a comment if you find any bug in these games. I've checked but haven't done thoroughly. System.json
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  6. “Alright if there aren’t any question, I think we’ll leave it here.Remember finish up reading The stranger and start to think about how Camus and Sartre's philosophy differ. Does existence come before essence? Does the ends justify the means, next week we’ll be looking at that famous debate Between the two and see who’s holds more substantial evidence “ if one were to attempt to describe Gewn’s life that diatribe about existential philosophy was an apt place to start. Her life was just that lectures, work ,homework, maybe go to a party once in awhile, rinse and repeat. The monotony of it all was getting to her. So when she saw a sign up to participate in a clinical study to “stimulate human sexual response centres using atypical properties” she was in a mood to see what this odd study was all about , because if anything it might be something to do that wasn’t part of the soul crushing Moronity of it all. the study was held at the Squat psychology centre right next to the humanities building, so it wasn’t much of a trek to it. The building it’s self was although only a couple of stories tall expansive, lot of tinny offices and lectures halls and labs making the place a variable maze. But after asking help form a undergrad she manged to finally find the lab. There were probably about a dozen people waiting in the waiting room. Paranoidly looking around the room wondering if the test all ready started. As she sat down, a man who looks to be in his late 20s early 30s dispute all ready having salt and pepper hair. walk in and started to talk. “Alright as I’m sure you all know common wisedom goes that human sexuality is somewhat immutable, if your gay your gay, if you into being tied up your into being tied up and so on, and altho there’s nothing wrong with those things, if your interest is Niche enough it can be quite isolating. Higher rates of anxiety and depression occurre as well as higher rates of suicidal ideations. So figuring out how to either rope a person into the fetish. say your wife is into edging but you can’t quite get into the it and it causes conflict in the relationship or removing the kink will help a lot of peopl. so that’s why your here to help people well be hopefully giving you and then removing various kinks any questions?”
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