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The long way down I slowly sputtered awake cold and clammy, the back of my soft black shirt and pants were soaked through. Thankfully they were just the basic standard issue nightclothes nothing special. Someone had wet the bed again but who was a difficult fact to determine. Everyone in this dorm were all curled up in one massive bed with a plastic cover, all 40 were slowly moving as well also checking their wet backs and bottoms. When everyone sleeps together and a plastic sheet keeps the urine evenly distributed its hard to spot five or six bedwetters much less stop them and the random nightmares and people who didn’t care enough to go to the bathroom. Why everyone had to sleep together apparently had something to do with when it was founded, something about everyone sleeping together to conserve warmth. Fair enough since this academy is in the middle of Alaska and was founded sometime before electric heating. The sound of footsteps broke the quiet complaining of the girls, familiar footsteps even more so for Key. The Dorm supervisor was approaching and in a particularly bad mood “You are at an academy for hired killers and you can’t even keep yourselves from wetting the bed! Really? I don’t care if you’re nearly 18 and almost adults and I’ll have you all put in fucking diapers anyways if you keep this up!”She billowed as everyone scattered to start cleaning up. I climbed out of bed and went for my drawer, and said drawer was right behind the supervisor. If you couldn’t tell by her previous statement she wasn’t a nice person I don’t think she liked any of us but I think she hated me in particular. I gave a fake smile as I carefully sidled around and slowly opened my drawer hoping that madam supervisor didn’t notice the pile of shit loosely held in my panties.The supervisor looked at me with a weird smile and said “Have a good morning Key? Anything you’d like to say to me?” The way she said it immediately told me she knew. In the bathroom I stripped my clothes off and tossed them in the pile with everyone else’s before showering making sure that everyone else had already gotten out before I even entered. I finally worked up the willpower to drag myself out of the hot water and I stepped out and looked in the mirror, my long brown wavy hair was forever untamable and similarly brown eyes that I like to think complement my fair skin and slim but muscular physique and sadly my chest remained mostly flat dispite my waning hopes. I dressed herself in one of the standard uniforms, a white one piece jumpsuit that closely cradled my rear so much so that underwear was completely unnecessary that had a sleeveless top attached. I checked the clock on my way out, 10:32 AM lights out was less then two hours ago. strange that they were up so late but wake up times were always inconsistent. I my her way to the combat area for the night’s lessons,it was just some simple sparring so I sat down on the sidelines and let the first two go while the instructor Ms. Kenfuga drilled the two on trivia as they fought. Sitting next to me was a close friend Marion she was taller and broader then Me and had medium length black hair tied in a short ponytail. “Hey Key” Marion whispered to get my attention, I turned my head and leaned in to listen. “did you wet the bed last night?” I followed up with “Of course I did I’m surprised more didn’t considering we didn’t get bathroom breaks after dinner.” I stated somewhat spitefully “in fact I wasn’t even alseep when I wet I just pissed myself as soon as I crawled into bed so I wouldn’t have to worry about it” I lied through my teeth on that part “did you really? I probably should have as well considering...”Marion said with a bit of appreciation. “considering what?” I asked even though I probably already knew the answer. “Considering the fact I’ve been holding it for the past 18 hours” “...well as long as we aren’t paired up it shouldn’t be a problem ri-“ I didn’t even finish before Ms. Kenfuga who was probably listening called both of our names. Marion made an uncomfortable face as she stood and stepped onto the sparring mats, I flung at her in an attempt to end the match as quickly as possible, her hand snapped forward blocking my advances. As we traded blows Ms. Kenfuga drilled us with various trivia facts as she did with the others. “When was this school founded?” She demanded “1865”I shot out trading blows with Marion “Why?” “To create a surplus of-agh”I tried to say before a hit too my jaw stopped me, I circled around and continued answering the question “to create a surplus of skilled killers to prevent any other possible uprisings before they start” “And that lead too?” “The country buying Alaska in 1867 to build the academy” I finished before running low and sliding across the mats right to Marion’s legs where I knocked one upwards the other back sending her to the floor. “Good work key” Ms.kenfuga said as we both sat back down on the sidelines “thanks key” Marion whispered to me as two others stepped up to fight. “For what?” I responded “you held back and avoided hitting my gut, you even let me down slowly on that last move.” Marion exclaimed happy that she was going to able to make it too the bathroom anyways. I’m glad she noticed, I know personally how bad the instructors give it to you if you have an accident during training, once when I was thirteen they took away bathroom privileges completely and that was just for a small leak. Either way after a few more minutes Ms. Kenfuga motioned towards a door and we all stood, bowed, and left the sparring room into the open academy. One of the interesting parts of this place is the inconsistency, we have a bunch of different core classes but we don’t do all of them every day or in the same order even. So according to the sign 2nd today is....acrobatics, unfortunate for poor Marion’s bladder as she walked alongside me clearly holding it in. The acrobatics room was a large rectangular room with several ropes and obstacles over massive missing sections of the floor that connected to the septic system, soft landing but not a pleasant one. Either way today’s objective was just to cross the pit, I slowly circled and looked at the hanging ropes and trapeze like setup when I saw three girls leaning looking over the edge. I stepped up behind them and whispered “honor among assassins” before shoving the three of them down into the pit, they hit bottom with a plop sound and I just laughed. The pit’s layout today was strangely easy with a single rope that could swing all the way to the other side, I grabbed on and made the leap easily then tossed it to the other side for Marion. She grabbed on and swung but as she was about to reach the other side her legs clamped shut and she completely had herself wrapped around the rope her eyes shut and her legs locked together in an act of desperation, she wasn’t going to make it across alone. She still had a bit of momentum swinging back and forth not enough to grab the rope and pull her over but just enough. I leaped over the pit and grabbed Marion the momentum sending up swinging back then right as the arc swung the other way I waited for the very peak before jumping back and dragging both of us to the other side. Marion opened her eyes and slowly stood up her legs still locked tightly together. I looked and said “come on we should be getting a mealtime soon, then we can hit the restrooms” Marion nodded as she did a half walk half potty dance down the halls to the cafeteria. It was a large sparse dome shaped building with different places to serve yourself. You could get as much as you want but normally its just mediocre filling food, however something was different today. The place was filled with delicious smells and good looking foods, it wasn’t a holiday or anything so I had no idea why but I ran with it eating way more then my fill and drinking a soda for the first time in years, even Marion had plenty dispite the rest of her being already full. Looking around everyone was having a similar reactions but who cares? Good food for once! Marion and I were sitting at a table together watching as another person stood up for a 6th plateful or something like that bragging about a “hyper fast digestion” I guess it was pretty fast as she stood up and seamlessly shit her pants, the stretchy material conforming closely to the shape of it. She immediately grabbed the lump in her pants and ran off clearly having not expected it. “Speaking of that Marion why haven’t you gone to the bathroom yet?” I asked watching her thighs rub together, it was somewhat alluring to watch. “It was completely full up for some reason, way more the normal.” Marion responded her voice sounding off and slightly pained as well as distracted. “Well either way I’m sure they’ll clear up soon enough” the bathrooms did not clear up. I even started to feel desperate but it was manageable. The day’s next class was a lesson on blending in to urban environments, a small scale city was set up with people and all sorts of thing just like a real city. Everyone had a different objective from retrieving items to jailbreaking an ally. All we had to do was get through without breaking any laws or being discovered, sounds easy but when everyone is on the lookout for secret agents its a bit harder. My objective was to get inside a warehouse and retrieve a necklace from a box, Marion had a nearby objective to get some papers from the same warehouse. “Should be easy as pie eh Marion?” I asked. “As long as we get out...before my bladder...escapes this should be quick..” she was wincing with every few words and had her legs locked down too the knees. We donned some disguises from a large box of clothes, I got a nice skirt and a some light blue leggings also grabbing a small wristwatch while Marion was dressed in some tight shorts and a long top. and with that we entered the simulation city. People were walking all around, other agents or just pretend civilians swarmed through the streets and made it hard to move but Marion and I pushed onward and found the door to the warehouse, locked of course. I took a knee and pulled two bobby pins out of my hair, I used one to hit the lock’s gates the other to tension it. It yielded with a bit of effort and We we’re in, “are you sure you’re going to make it through this without wetting yourself?” I asked Marion “at this point it might just be easier to go in your pants since we might have to do some fighting in here” I continued half because a teammate desperately holding her pee isn’t a very effective helper, secondly because I kinda wanted to see her wet herself even more so in that outfit. “I don’t want to wet myself ever but I’m sure I’ll make that choice pretty quickly if we do meet someone in here.” Marion replied steeling herself and hoping this place was empty. We snuck through the warehouse and found it strangely empty, not a soul in sight and it was all for the better. Our targets were right next to each other as well, everything was going all right! I reached for my target as did Marion when the trap was sprung, before I even knew it handcuffs were locked on my arms and legs and I was blindfolded and gagged. With some movement I was set down my legs and arms bound together and tied to a steel pipe, I was left completely tied up sitting on my ass blind and mute from the cloth tied around my face. I can’t believe I walked right into an ambush and didn’t even see it coming! But it wasn’t the time to panic, with some quick gnawing I spit the gag out in half and I forced the blindfold up with small movements on my forehead. I immediately looked at the surroundings and noticed several things, my skirt had been removed and left folded on a nearby box. The factory was empty again all besides Marion who was only a few feet away going through the same motions I had, surprisingly the shock of the ambush hadn’t broke the dam, in the dim light I could see her pants were still dry and she was sweating from the effort of keeping it all in. “Marion are you alright?” “I’m fine so far but I’m worried about how long we’ll be stuck in here.” Marion responded “I’m sure class will be over in less then ten minutes just hold yer pee until then” I said as reassuringly as possible. “I...won’t..make...it..” she gasped out her legs slamming together and rubbing against each other fiercely as much as the ropes binding us would allow. After a few seconds of this I watched as her pee shot out hard enough it made a sound against the martial of her shorts, the floor around her was an uncomfortable indentation that slowly gained a covering of urine as her flood slowed to a halt “that better?” I asked “Oh god no, no no no no! Oh please I just pissed my pants and I’m tied up here slowly marinating in it! Worse yet I have to shit! no-“ she interrupted her little rant by moaning and groaning as she arched her back and with another wave of moans and grunts that echoed through the warehouse her mess exploded into her shorts filling up the back of the tight shorts. Marion drooped her head in shame, sitting in her own mess tied up in an abandoned warehouse. I smelt a rank smell drifting off of her much like a public restroom. But I felt something that felt like a punch to the inside of my gut then I realized, the food was spiked with laxatives! my already lackluster control was vastly weakened and I flooded the light blue tights staining the area around my thighs a dark nearly black color. Seconds after they budged out as my own shit slowly pushed its way out and filled the back of my tights. I can only wonder what my parents would be thinking seeing me like this, pants filled with piss and shit in a warehouse. Sad part is I probably wouldn’t have to imagine since one of my parents reviews the logs, classes, activities, and oversight of the 40 of us. For the first time I was glad I lived in the dorms and not with her how awkward would it be “oh hi mom I shit and pissed my pants today at school can you change me?” Made me hcringe just thinking about it. By now several hours had passed it it felt like nearly midnight, I looked over at Marion one more time to see more urine shooting out of her as she slept, I took a similar approach urine and all as I drifted off to sleep. I woke up a small river of piss flowing from me and filling the indent in the concrete floor that Marion was sleeping in, she wasn’t looking to good herself the shorts she was wearing couldn’t stretch so she her growing mess was being shoved around the sides and the front. At least my leggings were stretchy so it was mostly contained to the rear so far I also had a skirt to hide it when we finally got out of here because I’m sure they won’t let us change before leaving here. Either way looking at my watch it read 7:55 AM and it was about midnight when we were locked in here meaning we had been left here overnight. My throat was dry and I but I still wasn’t that hungry thankfully due to that massive meal last night. an annoying drop of water fell on my head but I saw the opportunity and let it drip into my mouth. As I waited for Marion to wake up I stretched and moved my legs the most I could dispite my bindings. Hours passed and I smelt a new smell drift over from Marion, she had renewed the stain on her shorts and they ballooned off her body a bit more as if she had a completely solid layer of shit between her and her shorts, thinking about it she had been holding it for nearly two whole days so maybe. She finally sputtered awake and groggily looked around before letting out a long groan “How long have we been stuck in here key?” She asked “all night I’m sure they’ll pick us up soon” I hoped. They didn’t, nearly twelve more hours passed sitting in my own mess as I could feel a rash developing as aforementioned mess continued growing since our bodies were still digesting that food. We didn’t talk much and I drank as much as possible from the ceiling drip, and of course it ran through me into my leggings pretty quickly. I was actually glad that my skirt was missing so it wasn’t getting soaked as well. As time passed I made sure to keep my legs flexed so the my muscles wouldn’t degrade from this. More Time passed as marion and I kept leaking urine until finally I heard something from her “hehehehe” a giggle weird since we had been tied up here for nearly sixty hours now. “Hehe plish plish” she said sounding weirdly peppy. “Are you ok Marion?” I asked “plop plop hrrrrg plop” she said with a groan in the middle as she forced another lump of shit out into her already bulging shorts, I this she was mad from thirst or the dark no way to tell. I waited and waited as she struggled and squirmed to move, her shit getting squished every move she made. More waiting as I continued filling my pants but finally the door creaked open, my watch read exactly seventy two hours spent in my own shit and piss. Someone I didn’t recognize cut the ropes and helped me to my feet, I made sure they did the same for Marion and gave her some water. I lifted my skirt back on and it was almost impossible to tell since I had pissed so much almost every corner of my leggings were cold, soggy, and tinted yellow. The worst part was on the inside however. Like an obtuse egg in between my thighs my lumb of shit made me walk with a wide waddle and the insides of my thighs burnt with every step because of the rash. Marion was immediately sent to her dorms after a check in with the nurses but I was sent off somewhere else, an office with a dignified panting of the founder hung on the wall. The woman escorting me was a shorter woman with suntanned skin and lose dark hair, she was clearly aged but still fit. sat down at a desk and motioned for me to sit as well. “So key did you enjoy today’s class?” She asked me “Enjoy? Did I enjoy it? you’re asking if I enjoyed sitting tied up in a WAREHOUSE FOR THREE DAYS IN A PILE OF MY OWN SHIT WHILE WATCHING MY CLOSEST FRIEND ACT CRAZY AND SOIL HERSELF!” I yelled at her venting all the pent up frustration that clearly had to leave though the mouth and not the other end considering. “I understand your frustration” she said “everyone has to do the capture test, best part is we’re doing photos soon as well” she joked “come back in a few days and I’ll show you some older photos.” “YOU, YOU-“ I stammered out trying to stay angry but she was a bit too nice to stay mad at. “That’s understandable you’re mad but I can tell you have potential by how well you handled yourself in there so thats why I as the overseer of this academy want you to take on a task for me. There will be several more different capture tests in the next few days and your objective will be to use and test these prototypes” she explained to me in a calm and rational tone my curiosity overwhelmed my anger and I sat back down and listened as she reached into her desk and set five items down, two looked like regular panties, one that looking like a pull-up, and two heavy thick pull-ups. “Diapers?!?” I exclaimed “you’re making fun of me because I shit myself when you tied me up!” And I was mad again “no I’m requesting that you use these as a trial run before we actually supply these to agents in the field” “agents need diapers?” I asked confused, the lucky few that made it up to be agents were some of the worlds best ass kickers and they were going to wear diapers? “Do you know how hard it is to seduce someone when you’re wetting your pants? Or when you need to fight someone and you desperately need to pee? Or when trying to blend in to a crowd do you know how much attention wetting yourself draws?” She explained “I-I guess you’re right but I still don’t want to wear diapers!” It was out of sheer stubbornness that I refused. “How about I show you something” She opened a door and lead me through, inside was a long line of hyper realistic statues. There were two of Each statue and each one was over one of the academy’s overseers and dressed in the overseers gear. I checked the first one, the founder. She was said to be the worlds best spy of all time people of all around the world, people all around the world looked up to her. The current overseer walked over and grabbed the skirt of the statue and lifted it up revealing that someone had put a diaper on the statue. Of course I bet the real founder would never wear a diaper. Right next to the Statue was a panting made at the request of the founder, it showed her smiling at the artist and lifting her skirt revealing the same diaper on the statue. That was all the convincing I would need, if wearing diapers would make me more like the legendary founder I’d be willing to do it. It was the first time we have had a free day in a while and my first instinct was too visit Marion to make sure she was alright, I walked into the nurses office and saw an interesting sight. Dozens of people were standing around waiting to be dismissed or got an inspection, problem is that everyone had done the capture test and not one had been changed yet. I counted my blessings since I was wearing a skirt. Marion was standing first in line and getting the normal talking to by the lead nurse. She turned around and waddled back and saw me, Marion blushed as she tried to play it cool “hey....Key about what happened yesterday?” “Didn’t happen ok?”I told her as we started back to the dorms. The dorms all had thin walls it was intentional to encourage moving quietly, It made a few things awkward since I heard a loud *plop* from the bathroom Marion was in. I made sure to lower the leggings slowly and quietly to avoid such a sound. After spending way to long wiping I reached for one if the standard uniforms before seeing the small pile of diapers that the overseer had given me. I grabbed one of the thin panty like ones and took a look at it, it was about three times thicker then regular panties and had high side guards. a strange deep crease ran down the center of the panties/diaper as I sild the panties on they felt thinner then they looked. I slid the rest in the drawer beneath the sink and made sure to jam it shut even though no one would ever come in here besides me. I was starting to doubt that these would actually absorb anything but I’d never give up any chance to be like the founder. With a fresh uniform on I stepped out and saw Marion waiting outside stretching, “hey Mair any plans for today?” I said as I stepped up beside her and bent over in a long stretch “I was thinking of taking a walk outside, and Key if you haven’t noticed yet I can see your panties through your uniform.” That was a good sign, she couldn’t tell that it was a diaper. “I know I just wore something so my rash wouldn’t act up.” Also true enough considering the red flares that appeared on my skin after sitting in my mess for so long and from Marion’s expression I could tell she had it much worse her legs being partially submerged in our urine. Marion moved uncomfortably like she was trying to adapt back to walking normally after what happened. The main halls were much less crowed then normal for some reason but no reason to complain about it. The academy was laid out as a massive square complex with heavy walls and a thick glass roof, of course I couldn’t see though it because of a massive white coving of snow. Another reminder that this place was in the middle of fucking nowhere Alaska, what I would give for a beach day or a visit to somewhere nice and warm. Walks outside were a pretty common hobby on free days since not much else is available to do besides eat a lot or sleep. Marion and I sat down and suited up in the heavy ski pants and parkas, it had been forever since I had taken a walk outside in winter so the cold weather gear was normally much lighter. “Hey Marion I’ve been wondering about something” I asked as we pulled on our boots, “yeah?” “How do we go to the bathroom out there?” I asked lacking trust for my notably thin diaper. “Well embarrassingly enough...you go in your pants, it preserves warmth or something like that and you if you strip out there your privates would freeze in an instant, so unless you’ve got a diaper under there Lets hope we don’t need to go.” “Oh...yeah of course why would I ever wear a diaper right?” Marion eyed me suspiciously for a second but we turned our attention to outside. It was cold and pitch black as per standard issue during the winter, any exposed skin immediately felt dry and cold. I always wondered why they Choose to put this place is in the middle of fuckall Alaska, was it a good idea to put an academy that takes in a lot of people from young ages? Well I’m glad someone thought so. The outside of the building was surrounded by moonlight towers, massive steel pillars that had bright bulbs on top coating the area in a dim light. The rest of the area was blanked in snow reflecting enough light to give a faint view into the distant wilderness. The walk was slow and pretty boring, as we wandered the pressure in my bladder grew slowly and I could tell Marion was starting to feel it as well. “So I’ve got a question for you?” I asked Marion. “Yeah?” “About this whole academy thing, Do you actually plan to be an agent? You never struck me as the type.” “Well I guess I’ve never really thought of it, I’m only fair at hand to hand nor the most sneaky. I think I’ll try to get a cushy bodyguard or security guard in some impenetrable fortress...What about you?” “I’ll be an agent no matter what I have to do to get to it!” we looked each other in the eye and I thought about telling her about the diapers but it would probably ruin the moment much less any friendship we had. “Hey key?” “What is it?” “Want to know how to turn on the heaters in these pants?” “How?” Marion took a deep breath and I could hear the wool inside of her pants getting soaked by urine. “I thought you hated wetting yourself?”I asked her based off what happened in the warehouse. “This doesn’t count as having an accident, its just part of the experience!” Marion said defensively clearly not being to happy with wetting herself but enjoying it more then she liked. I tried it almost forgetting about my diaper, as soon as my urine hit the thin fabric it bulged out and the deep crease unfolded. Finally I was emptied out and my diaper had gone from a slightly thick feeling pair of panties to a warm round soggy log of absorbent material that had formally been tightly packed. It was sagging slightly since the sides weren’t ment to take this kind of weight. She was right, it was pretty warm. As we walked inside Marion’s pants were making a sloshing noise as the soaked wool was smushed back and forth as she walked. As we stepped inside I realized something, I would have to wear my uniform over this bulging sagging diaper....My skin tight uniform my opinions were few, I could try to take the diaper off and hide it in front of Marion since this place doesn’t have changing rooms. I stripped my Parka off and pulled down the top of my uniform while wondering who decided that a one piece bodysuit shouldn’t have any zippers or buttons just an extremely stretchy top. As I pulled it down I realized something, I could use the top of the uniform like a skirt dangling off my hips covering any trace of my diaper and thankfully wearing uniforms like this is pretty common on free days. Its a Good thing I tend to wear more covering bra’s but to put it lightly though sadly there wasn’t that much to cover. With plenty of careful movements and a few well places excuses I snuck off to my bathroom, we may not have had separate rooms or showers but at least we had personal bathrooms. I opened the door to mine and stumbled in mentally exhausted from doing every single thing I could do to hide it, sitting down on the closed toilet I shook my head and blinked slowly a few times. I could feel the round wet log of sogging padding underneath me slowly leaking a bit onto the seat, pressure was slowly welling in my bowels Well I was already in bathroom so I stood up and began to lift the cover on the toilet but I thought of something. I was already wearing a diaper and why take it off then use use the toilet when I could just skip the toilet entirely might as well...for efficiency sake yeah! I set the lid back down and sat down on it, I’ve shit my pants before but something felt different, new, like a feeling of disgusting freedom. I pushed the mess out and it immediately squished against my ass taking a flat shape and feeling warm and sticky. I stood up slowly and it slowly peeled off my skin and fell down to the bottom of the already sagging pull-up sagging down only being held on by my hips. I bent over and opened the drawer beneath the sink and grabbed some wet wipes before seeing a note sitting on a brown paper bag....right next to my small pile of diapers. ///chapter one: end// to be continued

So I don't usually post stories here but after the week I have had I am feeling like I need to. I met a woman on kik recently who seems to have the same love for omorashi as I do. At first we connected while I was doing a hold at my house. I never wet in public before and always kept my fetish indoors. The hold was great, afterwards we chatted for a bit and I thought it was just a one time thing -- I was wrong. The next day I went to work. I work about an hour away from my house. My commute is multifaceted, I first drive to the public train and then walk about 10 mins from there. I wore beige slacks and light grey boxer-briefs. These pants in particular are very water absorbent and even when I get a little water on them after washing my hands or something it is very very obvious. So I was at my desk at work drinking seltzer water and realizing I have to pee a little, when I get a message from the woman on kik. At first I ignored it because I knew that I would not have the time to really give her the attention that she wanted, but I had to pee. I don't know what came over me. My office is a open-floor-space kind of place. So there where people all around me. The first thing she asks me is, "Do you have to pee ?" Which of course my answer was, " YES!" I was so turned on because she started sending me little videos of her slowly leaking in bed into a pair of blue panties. So against my better judgment I started to leak too. I was secretly wetting myself slowly under my desk. Co-workers were coming up and having conversations with me, I was advising clients on product design, I even helped my manager with a spreadsheet he was having problems with. When I looked at my crotch under my desk It was damp and just noticeable. The problem with wetting slowly like this is that I was now releasing pressure at the same rate that pressure was building. So I was simultaneously becoming seriously desperate. The kind of desperation where you aren't sure you can get up without completely exploding. I told this fact to the woman on kik and she (of course) was aroused by this. She urged me to let out a big spurt of hot piss into my pants. I knew that I couldn't, that I would pay serious social consequences if I pissed myself at work. But at the same time I really, really had to pee. I continued to leak and at this point my pants where pretty soaked. My hands were shaking I had to pee so bad -- I was frantic. I did the only thing I could do, wait for an opening when people weren't looking and run out of the office -- home. It maybe wasn't my best choice since like I said before my commute is quite involved, but I wasn't thinking clearly. Each person I walked by was looking at my crotch and then to me to see if I was a crazy person. It didn't help that also I had a huge hard on. by the time I got to the train it was packed full of people. I had to stand and hold myself in front of everyone. I took pictures of my crotch and sent them to the woman on kik. I didn't care at that point. I honestly thought I was about to pee on the train. But I didn't. somehow I made it to my car, with a absolutely soaked crotch I sat in my front seat and completely let go. The warmth felt amazing. I made a video to send and came immediately after. This was my Wednesday.

A/N: Discrete or secret wettings are my absolute favorite kind. I had a messy year, a bad breakup and barely enough time to blink. I got the entire Dragon Ball Z series on DVD for Christmas and it made me so nostalgic. So I thought why not write a discrete wetting fic starring my favorite character? Here is the result. xxx Formal debriefings were the bane of Vegeta’s existence. He dressed for the occasion via his blue spandex like skinsuit, white boots, white gloves, white Saiyan armor with a codpiece and tassets and a cape to top it off. The cape was black on the inside and deep red on the outside. It fell to his ankles, signifying his royal roots as the prince of all Saiyans. Vegeta tapped the device suctioned to his ear. The tiny green screen over his left eye told him the time. He kept his scouter’s clock set two minutes fast. Damn. Not much time to achieve more than the appearance of looking fresh after hours in space. Getting word of the debriefing immediately after a mission made it all the more annoying. Vegeta scarcely had enough time to wash up, smooth out his flame shaped black hair, get into clean attire and make his way to Frieza’s boardroom. He spent twelve hours traveling in space via his attack ball and wanted to walk around a bit to stretch his legs. He hadn’t taken a piss in almost fourteen hours. His bladder had filled slowly during that time. While the urge to pee wasn’t urgent yet, the chilly temperature of the base made him obnoxiously aware of it. Why did he opt for the warm weather skinsuit instead of the more insulated cool weather one? Debriefings after landing were annoying for another reason: A lack of sleep. The cushy chairs Vegeta, Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria got to sit in were comfortable enough to make him nod off if he got too bored. Falling asleep in debriefings was the height of rudeness. Vegeta stopped at a service station to grab a fizzy white caffeinated concoction with a vaguely fruity flavor. The high concentration caffeine content would wake him up. He finished it just prior to entering the large boardroom and chucked the cup into the vacuum trash sconce mounted inside the door. The boardroom had concave crystalline purple walls and a glossy black floor. Large conical light fixtures lined the mirrored ceiling to bathe the room with blue-white light. A black and gold marble table the size of a small closet was the room’s centerpiece. Four specially molded chairs denoted the head of the table. Lesser peoples’ chairs were positioned in rows starting six feet away from the head of the table. Vegeta’s chair placed him near the upper right hand corner. Right next to a whirring generator that ran the lights. Vegeta took a seat on the thick, plush cushioned golden chair made specially to his measurements. The ornate metal backing came halfway up his back. He swept his cape out from under him to avoid the satin getting wrinkled and plopped down on the velvety black cushion. Gaps under the arms of the seat gave his tassets room to spread out instead of bunching up in awkward positions. The seat itself rested atop a thick silver pillar. All other chairs had thinner cushions and were egg shaped instead of contoured to individual bodies. Vegeta was the only other person besides Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria allowed to sit at the very head of the rectangular table. Not even the Ginyu Force got such an honor, and Vegeta loved rubbing that in their faces when Frieza wasn’t looking. The caffeine hit Vegeta’s bloodstream as others filed in. He went from yawning and struggling to stay awake to bright eyed alertness. Vegeta saw Nappa storm in. Not good, somebody had to wake him up to tell him about the debriefing and Nappa didn’t take kindly to that. He was huge, all muscles with a bushy Saiyan tail and undisguised displeasure on his aging face. Sweat beaded on his bald head. Behind him, bushy haired Raditz strutted along with a salacious swish of his Saiyan tail. He was huge too…all muscles, long hair and mischievous eyes. Vegeta often felt tiny next to them. Sure, he was shorter than average for a Saiyan, however it wasn’t by much. He acknowledged his fellow Saiyans with a nod as they took the two seats closest to the head of the table. Both Saiyans wore standard issue black armor over black skinsuit shorts. They just got seated when they were uprooted from their chosen spot by the obnoxious Ginyu Force. Those five jackasses annoyed everyone, and the only thing saving their lives was their disgustingly high power levels. Raditz and Nappa moved over, angrily protesting the whole way. Two more figures appeared in the door. Zarbon was the tall, pretty soldier with pale blue-green skin who wore his emerald green hair in a long braid. White and purple baubles dangled off his ears and adorned his forehead. His golden eyes scanned the room with an air of disdain that turned to hatred when they met Vegeta’s. Zarbon hated it when Vegeta wore his cape because he despised his own cape being upstaged. Next came Dodoria, the obese yet muscular pink alien covered in spiky knobs like some sort of coral. Blue Saiyan style armor adorned his stocky body. His beady eyes scanned the room too and the wheezing sounds of his heavy breathing became a growl when a panicked late soldier rushed into the boardroom to snag a seat. A long shadow with a sideways horn on each side of its head stretched across the floor. The commotion in the room suddenly died. From chaos to silence in a mere second. The shadow shrank and shrank. Hardly anyone breathed when they looked upon the reptilian humanoid making his entrance on delicate three toed feet. Frieza slipped into the boardroom with his chin up and his fists tucked nonchalantly behind his back. His long, armored tail swished behind him. It was absurd to see people quivering at someone tinier than Vegeta. He didn’t look powerful at all. He was four feet tall and scrawny, his compact dark pink body only vaguely muscular. That disgusting little creature possessed the ability to annihilate entire solar systems with a flick of his wrist. Nappa, Raditz and Vegeta knew this all too well because it was Frieza who destroyed their home planet. One cold glance of Frieza’s narrow red eyes was rumored to cause weaker beings to die of fright on the spot. Vegeta stood up to bow. Being diplomatic kept him in Frieza’s good graces. He hoped to stay there until the day he was strong enough to kill the little bastard. Frieza dismissed Vegeta’s bow with a careless wave of his manicured hand. The lights played off his shiny purple armor and horns. He was all black lipped smiles and his long reptilian tail rested gently on the floor. All his body language indicated he wasn’t in a killing mood. Not right then, at least. The weakest, wimpiest soldiers in the room shifted nervously. They were cannon fodder, often used as sheer numbers to overwhelm opponents like swarms of stinging insects. Their presence was a reminder of the order of the universe. Either someone was in the Planet Trade Organization, or they were dead. People who never heard of it usually ended up vaporized. Everyone sat when Frieza did. Now for the most tedious part of debriefings: Listening to soldiers or entire teams speak at length about discoveries. The PTO was an expanding business. Frieza liked to grab as much territory and resources as possible to keep competitors away. Three hours into the debriefing was the first time Vegeta regretted the caffeinated beverage. Now his bladder made its fullness known. A minor, yet annoying discomfort that kept stealing his attention. He shifted on his chair and rested his hands on his knees. A soldier with a thick, gurgly voice detailed the discovery of problematic black hole near a solar system Frieza recently conquered. Vegeta paid full attention to that report. It was the last one to get his undivided awareness. His focus kept defaulting to the growing ache in his abdomen. He rubbed his knees and leaned forward, hoping to at least appear like he was listening. Then he had to lean back and his first truly painful twinge froze him in place. Okay, sitting ramrod straight wasn’t going to work. He opted for leaning back on the chair’s backing, sighing in annoyance. Raditz texted him via scouter. “What’s with the squirms, Vegeta?” Vegeta pushed his scouter’s control button in a coded fashion and lied in his reply. “My scouter keeps getting feedback. It’s an obsolete piece of shit.” A shrug from Raditz was the only sympathy he got. Other people began displaying signs of discomfort. Nappa kept rubbing his stomach. He wasn’t subtle about his distress. Vegeta saw Frieza glance at him once or twice. The tyrant’s black lips tightened. That was dangerous. Vegeta texted Nappa. “Frieza noticed you. Stop squirming or you’re dead.” Nappa folded his arms over his stomach and sat still again. His malcontent reminded Vegeta of his own. The mild pee urges from his bladder were intensifying thanks to the stupid caffeine. Years of learning to mask all outward signals of pain and discomfort were the only thing saving him from the others noticing his increasing need for a bathroom. Three white haired people with beaks and mottled orange skin addressed Frieza via a simultaneous choreographed bow. Their presentation included holographic images of water geysers on a pockmarked moon. NOT something Vegeta wanted to see right now! His bladder gave an agonizing contraction and a thin dribble of piss escaped his soft uncut cock, which was propped upward by the fabric of his skinsuit. The warmth oozed down his shaft to his balls. More pain stabbed his abdomen. Instinct forced him to clench his muscles and keep hanging on through the painful bladder spasms. He jiggled his left leg a few times, occasionally tapping on his scouter to keep up the feedback charade because he was not going to risk getting killed for excessive fidgeting. An hour went by with Frieza’s lesser troops reporting back from their scout missions. Vegeta allowed himself a momentary scissoring of his legs to feign working out a cramp. He saw some other soldiers wiggling their legs and shifting their weight. He smirked when he saw ever flamboyant Zarbon frowning and showing signs of mild discomfort. Frieza looked totally unperturbed. His species didn’t pee because they shed most of their wastes through gas exchange while breathing. That was the problem behind such obnoxiously long debriefings. Frieza could not fathom the discomfort of needing a bathroom or why some people were able to wait longer than others. Vegeta’s pondering caused a lapse in concentration. His bladder contracted. The pain was intense like a too tight belt around his waist. A large spurt of pee escaped him the same time Frieza called his name. “Vegeta, what were your findings on planet Kale?” “The natives are weaklings and will be easy to eradicate.” Vegeta replied smoothly. He shifted subtly on the chair to plant his elbow on the armrest and lay his cheek against his palm. The pose gave the illusion of bored haughtiness. Misdirection was the only trick he had left. His bladder ached with another spasm. He leaked again, a thin trickle that hurt to clench off. He forced his limbs to look more relaxed as his torso got more tense. His voice remained steady, hinting at nothing of his agonizing inner struggle. “Preliminary scans suggest extreme geological activity near the south pole. There are plenty of carbon deposits to convert into fuel. The problem is that section of the planet is a vast ocean.” He gushed again, this time full force. He heard it hiss as he regained control and thanked the stars his proximity to the clunky generator powering the room lights covered the sound from everyone but him. His muscles were tiring. He dug his ass into the seat slightly in a final attempt to hang on. “It shouldn’t take more than a week of undersea drilling to get the best carbon deposits. I think -” Pain shot through him and he felt himself slowly dribbling little drops of pee. The individual droplets leaking through the opening of his foreskin tickled slightly as they soaked into the wet fabric of his skinsuit or ran down underneath his balls to wet the cushion he sat on. Trying to clench his muscles made it hurt worse. He did it anyway. Vegeta cleared his throat to cover the lapse in his speech. “I think we should get started before Kale moves too close to its sun. Summer is high tide for that area and it persists until autumn. The drilling equipment will fare better while the tide is low.” He hesitated through another twinge and expertly made it appear to be a dramatic pause. His pelvic floor muscles bore down. He shifted his weight a tiny bit to the right while making a sweeping gesture at the room. “We will have to move quickly. Kale’s summer lasts approximately two hundred days.” His bladder spasmed painfully and the slow dribble became a thin though steady stream. Vegeta halted his pee again by leaning backwards slightly. All without losing his mask of aloofness. More bearing down spasms caused him to tense his legs. He realized he was slouching in a most unprofessional posture and scooted his bottom backwards in the seat to sit up properly. “The south pole’s high tide coincides with summer. That will mean added water pressure and possible equipment malfunctions.” Piss suddenly exploded out of him in a turbulent ribbon shaped spray. Full force, totally uncontrollable. Warmth splashed back against his pubic hair and poured a tiny waterfall down his shaft to create a lake under his balls. The cushion got warm as it absorbed his pee and he realized it wasn’t going to patter on the floor after all. The gurgling hiss as his stream sprayed the fabric of his skinsuit sounded so loud in his ears, yet the generator behind him saved his dignity. Embarrassed, he kept talking without a hint of his situation showing through in his face or voice. “Winter is no better. The weather patterns freeze everything solid. Icy conditions will cause too much interference. Currently, it is springtime on Kale’s south pole…” The hissing noise waxed and waned as his muscles rhythmically bore down to help his bladder force the pee out. He maintained perfect composure, grateful for his armor codpiece, his cape and the cushion he sat on. He glanced around and almost couldn’t believe it. Everybody in the room was looking at him and not a single person knew he was taking the most torrential piss of his life right in front of them. “…and conditions are perfect for mining right now. The ores are the purest we’ll find in this corner of the galaxy. Therefore, it would be foolish to wait. Lord Frieza, I suggest you send your men to Kale within the next month. Kale’s summer will begin in exactly three months. It’s better to start early in case of unexpected issues during the mining process.” Hot wetness continued to saturate his crotch, ass and the cushion underneath him. He tried not to moan, sigh or close his eyes in relief like he was apt to do in the bathroom. “Well done, is there anything else you would personally like to add?” Frieza remarked. Vegeta, still peeing full force, steepled his fingers and shook his head. “No, I’ve said all I need to.” One more nod and everyone’s attention was off him. Vegeta relaxed in the chair, grateful to not be the center of everyone’s focus anymore. He allowed his awareness to turn inward on the sensation of wetting himself. The wetness, the warmth, the vibration and the sound made the experience strangely delicious. It took three more minutes for the piss spraying from his cock to weaken into a concentrated stream. His body stopped bearing down. He could have cut the flow off then, but decided to finish emptying because it felt so damn good to release nearly twenty four hours worth of piss. The gentler flow went on for another two minutes, diminished to a weak trickle and finally stopped. He couldn’t resist sighing to himself and pushing out the final few spurts. The hot lake he created under his balls soaked into the thick cushion. Vegeta’s entire crotch and ass were drenched. So was the cushion. Sitting in his own urine wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. Actually it got itchy after a few minutes. Being a little bit itchy was a hell of a lot better than suffering in pain. And, strangely, it was arousing to do something as taboo as wet his pants in a crowded room without anybody knowing. Caffeine was great for hiding urine smells and awful on bladders. Vegeta had to pee again in less than thirty minutes. By sixty it got painful. Ninety minutes was the point he had to concentrate on not relaxing too much because his muscles were all that held the flood back. His bladder and sphincter were exhausted from his unintentional marathon hold. Vegeta knew he wasn’t going to make it to the brief recess Frieza usually called during long debriefings like this. He readjusted to sit with his left ankle crossed over his right knee, his right elbow on the arm of the chair and his chin propped up on his palm. He inhaled silently, exhaled and relaxed. No dribbles this time, he went right to full stream just like he would in front of a urinal. The clammy half dry skinsuit material on his crotch got warm and wet once again. He sighed in relief, feigning aloof boredom while he peed as long and copiously as he did during his first accident. Except this time his muscles weren’t desperately pushing it out. The stream was smooth and fat without any turbulence to cause a hissing noise. It flowed effortlessly in its silent secrecy. He quietly reveled in the hot pee tickling his sac on its way into the cushion. All too soon his flow died to a thin trickle that continued for a delightful minute longer. He pushed with his stomach muscles to squeeze out the last few spurts. The cushion wicked the wetness away like soil sopping up rain. And not a single person around him knew he pissed himself twice. Another boring hour passed. Reports about different planets came in. One soldier had a terrible stutter, and Frieza blasted him to nothingness. That woke everyone up to full attention. Nappa resumed his grimacing and moving around. He wasn’t very subtle about reaching under his codpiece to hold himself. Vegeta had a clear view of his comrade seated next to Raditz and Reccoome. Raditz’s brow was knit with irritation. Captain Ginyu cleared his throat. He gave an elegant forty five minute speech about Kale’s moons, a not so subtle attempt to usurp Vegeta’s report to win Frieza’s favor. How laughably pathetic! Vegeta glanced at Nappa when he heard him grunt. The large, bald Saiyan leaned forward in his seat with his elbows on the table and his forehead resting on his hands. He looked around, frantic. Raditz nudged him and whispered something. Nappa only nodded, red-faced. He leaned forward again, longer this time with a focused look on his face. Cui started his report on a difficult colony somewhere in another galactic quadrant. Vegeta took his attention off Nappa to listen because he expected to get assigned to cleanse that planet of its population. Three more people followed after Cui’s thirty minute report. Frieza finally took notice of more than one soldier showing signs of urgency. He called a fifteen minute recess to let people who had to expel wastes go to the bathroom. It was practically a stampede for the door. Zarbon got out first and sprinted away. Dodoria pushed people out of his way. The Ginyu Force laughed and pointed to wet chairs and puddles on the floor. Vegeta had to pee badly again thanks to that stupid fizzy caffeine drink, but he didn’t dare get up in case the chair cushion revealed his wetting to all. He stayed seated and fiddled with his scouter to feign diagnosing the imaginary feedback issue. Let everyone think he had a bladder made of diamond, it was far better than them knowing the truth. He noticed fluid dripping from behind Nappa’s codpiece as the larger Saiyan stood by the table. Those slow drips became a steady, fat stream. Soldiers jumped away to avoid the expanding puddle at his feet. Nappa smashed his fist against the table in anger. He blushed as he walked towards the door. He was pissing full force and left a trail on the floor. Not only that, the foul odor and the bulge in the seat of his black skinsuit shorts explained his earlier behavior. His angry expression kept everyone else’s mouth shut. He stormed out while shooting glares at anyone who snickered. “Bladders are odd organs,” Frieza mused to Vegeta. He left the room without waiting for a response. Everyone else ran to bathrooms. Frieza usually got something to eat or drink. Before long the room was empty and quiet. Vegeta looked around to assure his solitude. He stood up to survey the cushion. The wetness wasn’t noticeable on the black material unless somebody touched it. He moved his cape and seated himself again, pulled his codpiece up to expose his lap and examined the damage on himself. The skinsuit fabric only looked wet when in contact with fluid. His ass was still wet from sitting on the pissy cushion. His crotch looked nearly dry. Vegeta laid his codpiece down, glanced around again and relaxed. His sore, tired bladder released its contents without a fuss. This time, he kept it to a slow trickle despite his body longing to push it all out as fast as possible. Frieza walked back into the room less than a second later. He tossed a food wrapper into the trash sconce. Vegeta pretended not to notice him. He kept on peeing as he fiddled with the buttons on his scouter. “Is your scouter still causing feedback?” asked Frieza, a brow ridge arched curiously. “Mmhmm. I think it’s a receiver issue.” Vegeta replied. He arched his back and stretched, which made his slow dribble become a strong spray. Frieza stepped curiously into Vegeta’s personal space. He swiped the scouter out of Vegeta’s hand. Then he held his chin between thumb and forefinger as he examined the exposed circuitry. “Hm. I hear it hissing. I heard the same noise earlier, too. Interesting.” Vegeta blinked. He was pissing himself and having a conversation with someone totally oblivious to how bladders and pee streams worked! “I didn’t think it was that loud.” Then he looked into Frieza’s eyes and pushed again, forcing the rest of his pee out in the biggest, loudest, fattest stream he could muster. His dick began to harden in response to doing something so taboo without being discovered. Frieza tilted his head and squinted at the scouter. It was comical, seeing a galactic tyrant unknowingly make a fool of himself. Vegeta folded his hands in his lap to keep his erection from shifting his codpiece out of alignment. He made himself a picture of innocence as his stream died away. “It stopped. Huh, odd.” Frieza crushed the scouter effortlessly in a tiny fist and hopped into his ornate seat. “You won’t be needing this anymore. The newest models will be arriving by tomorrow. Come to my office first thing in the morning. I’ll make certain you get a replacement.” “Wonderful. I look forward to it. The hiss was distracting.” Vegeta smirked as people began filing back in. Dodoria and Zarbon were first, followed by the Ginyu Force, Nappa, Raditz and the numerous weaklings that made up Frieza’s army. The debriefing lasted another two hours. Nappa wouldn’t look at anybody. Vegeta endeavored to not wet his pants a fourth time because he no longer had a scouter to blame for his discomfort or the hiss. His sphincter and bladder were so worn out that he’d once again become desperate. He made zero attempt to listen to the tedious reports being brought to the table because they wouldn’t concern him anyway. All his attention stayed glued on his aching bladder. He tapped his foot impatiently until Frieza declared the debriefing over. He bolted as soon as he heard the dismissal, making a beeline for his base quarters. “Hey, Vegeta!” Raditz called out. “Not now!” Vegeta walked briskly down the hall to his private base quarters. Every step jarred his bladder into aching distraction. “Aw, what gives?” Vegeta stood knock kneed outside his room as he keyed in his passcode. “I need to piss, I haven’t slept and I have a headache from hell. So, you have two choices. Either you leave me alone, or I crush your skull. Which is it?” The bushy haired Saiyan cocked his head and pursed his lips. “Suit yourself. Drinks later?” "No, I need to sleep.” The door slid open and Vegeta bounded through without caring what Raditz thought. His bladder spasmed and he doubled forward until the pain passed. He heard the door whir shut behind him and rushed to the tiny en suite bathroom which was all mirrored tiles. It was a whirlwind of action as he pulled the Saiyan armor over his head cape and all, yanked his boots off and removed his gloves. The blue skinsuit managed to dry completely, save for slight dampness around his ass. Vegeta glimpsed his reflection in the tiles. How pathetic he looked, all doubled over, crossed legged and clutching his crotch like a child. I wet myself in a public debriefing and nobody knew I did it. What’s to stop me now? It felt good to piss in my pants. That gave Vegeta pause. His dick was semi erect. It felt good to piss in my pants. He sat on the shower bench where one of the bathroom lights shone directly on his crotch. The cold, hard tiles increased his need. He instinctively tensed at another spasm. It hurt dreadfully and he groaned aloud, grabbing at his dick through his blue skinsuit as the first painful dribble escaped. He held on, wanting to again experience the sensation of losing control. It took longer than expected. Vegeta got up, paced around and seated himself again as more pains doubled him over. The bigger spurts started. Feeling the rhythmic squeezing and relaxing was bliss. He watched a glistening dark stain appear on his skinsuit and trickle down the length of his package. Leaning back sent his stomach muscles into vicious bearing down contractions. They were so painful that he let out another moan and sat up straight to relieve the pain. Piss exploded out of him with the same violence as the debriefing. Vegeta gripped the bench on either side of his knees and threw his head back, sighing audibly as his stream fountained through the skinsuit fabric with a thunderous hiss. Wet heat rolled along his balls to spread out on the bench. The advancing puddle surged past his knees to patter noisily on the tile floor. He moved his feet in the path of his piss waterfall and wiggled his toes in the flowing warmth. “Ahhh, fuck yes,” Vegeta gasped. He cut his stream to a slow dribble and stood up. His exhausted muscles refused to hold anything back. He started pissing full force again, sending ribbons of warmth down his muscular legs. He pushed, making it hiss louder. A huge, fat stream flowed straight downward between his feet. His hand found its way to his crotch. Feeling the power of his pee stream jetting into his clothes turned him on in ways he never knew possible. He peed for ages ‘til his stream died to a dribble. Next thing he knew he was rubbing his wet bulge vigorously until he fell to his knees in his own piss and came so hard he saw stars. He didn’t know how long he stayed curled up on the floor in tingling bliss. Hours, minutes, seconds? He didn’t care. He opened his eyes at the smell of his cum and piss mingling in air around him. He licked the pissy semen off his hand, noting its bitter saltiness, and stared at his reflection through the pee puddle between his knees. What did this mean? Being in wet clothes began to get itchy. Vegeta stripped off his filthy skinsuit and showered to wash all the piss and sperm off. He climbed into a pair of gray boxerbriefs and dumped yesterday’s clothes into the washing-drying unit by the toilet. They would be clean again and ready to wear tomorrow. Vegeta slept wonderfully, and when he woke lying on his stomach he noticed his bladder’s morning fullness. His cock was fully erect, so he freed it from his boxerbriefs and humped his bedroll mattress until he came. The moments after an orgasm always triggered mad dashes to the bathroom if he got off with a full bladder. But not this time. Vegeta stuck his dick back into his underwear, rolled onto his back despite the jizz stain, pulled the white kicked off covers up to his chin again and sighed. His first thing in the morning pees were always intense if he came before using the toilet. Laying on his back left him fully aware of how badly he had to go. Painful bladder spasms set off alarm bells in his brain to get up. He folded his hands on his stomach and relaxed instead of clenching. The flow started in a dribble when his erection began to soften and became a fat and powerful stream when his dick was completely limp. Morning pee always smelled strong and a little unpleasant, but the naughtiness of doing it in bed felt amazing. Why didn’t he learn how good this felt sooner? Vegeta closed his eyes as hot warmth vibrated his waistband. The fabric was soon saturated and the pee started enveloping his his ballsack and buttcrack. More skittered off his hips to wet his ass cheeks, the sheets and bedroll underneath. He rubbed his thumb up and down the length of his pissing cock through his boxerbriefs. The piss flow seemed to go on and on for a blissful blazing eternity. Vegeta didn’t wait for his pee to stop flowing. He grabbed himself through his pissy underwear and started rubbing furiously. His dribbling cock sprang to attention. A bright red sex flush darkened his cheeks and throat. He squeezed his eyes shut when the first quivers of orgasm shot through his abdomen. The sensation was just as intense as last night. He dug his head into his pillow. He chewed his lower lip, redfaced and groaning with wild abandon as his throbbing dick squirted thick stickiness into his wet boxerbriefs. Afterward he lay there, sweaty, panting, piss soaked and satisfied. Many minutes passed before he stopped trembling enough to leave his bed and prepare for that day’s duties. He smirked at how drenched his underwear were. They looked solidly darker gray and smelled awful. The washing-drying machine took care of them and his bedding. He got dressed after rinsing his lower half in the shower to get all the piss and cum off his skin. Nobody would ever know. xxx Vegeta picked his new scouter up from Frieza’s office shortly after dawn. He attached it to his ear and pressed the button to test it. It responded faster than his old scouter. Nice. “Oh, Vegeta?” Frieza hadn’t moved from his position by the huge concave window overlooking the desolate landscape. He twitched his tail, subtly showing agitation. “Yes?” Vegeta stood immediately at attention. He knew the tail meant trouble if he mouthed off. “Was your cushion wet when you sat down yesterday?” Shit, shit, shit! He thought quickly for an excuse. “Yes. I didn’t want to complain about it during the debriefing.” “You left rather quickly afterward.” “My apologies. Whatever got the cushion wet was burning my skin, and I had to shower immediately to make it stop.” Frieza waved his hand. “Hm. No matter, I think I’ve pinpointed the problem. Some of the dryer units are on the fritz again. I had your cushion sent for repeat cleaning and hopefully a proper drying. Fabric of such expense needs to be taken care of. Let me know if it’s wet next time. I’ll see to it the person responsible pays with their life.” “I will. Thank you, Lord Frieza.” Vegeta bowed and got the hell out of there. That was utterly terrifying and he knew he couldn’t pee in his pants during a debriefing again unless he found a way to keep the cushion dry. His fear melted away and he grinned as he slipped out of sight. Vegeta couldn’t believe he got away with it. Yesterday’s wetting experience awakened him to a new source of pleasure, one he hoped to experiment with in the future

My girlfriend and I, in our early 20's, shared a bedroom in an apartment with other people. Friends invited us to go skiing, something I had never done before. I bought a waterproof ski suit. My girlfriend and I got up early and dressed very warmly; we each put on 4 or 5 undies and 3 jeans under our ski pants. She said it would help if I fell and got snow inside by ski suit. I joked that with that many undies it felt like I was wearing a diaper. We had a 3 hour drive to the ski area and got there shortly after it opened. I spent the morning taking ski lessons and finally got the hang of it. In the afternoon I kept at it and finally I could get down the beginners slope without falling. My girlfriend was right about getting snow inside my ski suit. At the end of the day we met at the ski lodge, turned our rented equipment, and began the drive back. After about half an hour we stopped for fast food . While we were eating it began to snow and it was getting dark. I decided to not use the restroom because I had so many layers and I did not like public restrooms, especially the stalls. We got back on the road. The traffic was moving somewhere around 1/3 to 1/2 the speed limit and the roads were getting slick. After about 20 minutes my bladder filled but I thought I would be able to get home. There was a rest stop that would normally have been about 30 minutes away. The farther we went the heavier the snow got, the slicker the roads got and the slower the traffic went. It seemed like we were going about 10 miles an hour. Meanwhile I was wishing I had taken the trouble to use the restroom. After about 2 hours I was hoping we would get to the rest stop very soon. My girlfriend was sitting right next to me and another woman was on her other side, and we were crowded. Pressure waves started in my bladder. I remembered joking about how with all the undies I felt like I was wearing a diaper; I thought I might soon wish I was really wearing a diaper. The traffic was at a near stand still. The pressure waves were coming with increasing frequency, lasted longer and were stronger each time. Finally I saw the sign Rest Stop 1 mile. I expected to be there in about 15 minutes, hoping I could hold it that long. Then the traffic came to a sudden stop. We barely stopped in time to avoid hitting the car ahead of us and the car behind us stopped a few inches from our rear bumper. We sat there long enough that had traffic been moving normally we would have been home. While traffic was stopped my kidneys were not. My hands were cold so I put them inside my ski suit and put them at my crotch. I got a series of pressure waves that I had to struggle to control. After several one was so strong that my struggle was not enough; I felt an orgasmic release as warmth exploded into my crotch. and spread toward my butt. A few minutes later another irresistible pressure wave hit with the same release and warmth flowing around my butt. It had not yet soaked through to my outermost jeans, at least at my crotch. Then came another pressure wave and warmth spread to my legs and I felt my crotch get warm. I gave up when the next pressure wave hit. I just relaxed and the warmth spread and I could feel that I was sitting in very wet pants. Traffic began to move and we finally got to the rest stop. The driver asked if anybody needed to stop and specifically asked the woman sitting next to my girlfriend. She said no. The driver and the woman sitting in the front seat, both of whom lived in the same apartment with the woman in the back seat, asked if she was sure. She said she was sure. As we passed the rest stop entrance we saw several cars sideways blocking one lane and leaving only a narrow passage in the other. After we got past that traffic picked up but still no more than about half the speed limit so it took another 4 hours to get home. When we got home the woman in the back seat asked it would be alright she got dropped off before we were dropped off. I agreed and my girlfriend agreed but I sensed reluctance. The woman got out and ran into her apartment building, then we were driven home. Her apartment mates asked each other if they thought she made it this time. As we were getting out of the car I checked to see if where I was sitting was dry, and it was. My girlfriend asked what I was doing, and I said nothing. We had sometimes teased each other if one of us had to go to the bathroom badly. She teasingly asked why didn't I say I needed to stop at the rest stop. I asked why should I. She said that just before we got there I was sometimes very tense then after we passed the rest stop I wasn't tense again. She was certain I had to go to the bathroom. I said I didn't have to go to the bathroom when we got to the rest stop. She asked did that mean I had to go to the bathroom before we got there? I asked how could it be that I had to go to the bathroom before the rest stop but didn't need to go to the bathroom when we got there? She said there was only one way she could think of. I asked what that was. She came back with I didn't answer her question, did I have to go to the bathroom before we got to the rest stop. I said I wanted to hold her her. I kissed her passionately. She seemed tense as she tried to push away but then shivered and then embraced me passionately. I reached down and put one hand under her ski pants and on her butt, something I sometimes did while we were embraced. I soon felt my hand getting warmer! I became even more passionate. When we finally ended the kiss she was out of breath. I asked if she was OK. She said it was orgasmic. I said I had no idea I was that good a kisser. She said there was that but she had no idea it felt so good to, well I knew what she meant. I innocently asked how my hand got wet? She blushed and said I probably knew. I asked did she peed in her pants. She tried to evade. I asked if she remembered how I said wearing that many undies felt like wearing a diaper? On the way back I had felt like I should have been wearing a diaper. What as the one way she could think of that I would have had to go to bathroom before we got to the rest stop but when we got there I didn't need to go? Why would I have felt like I should have been wearing a diaper? She said I did pee inmy pants, didn't I? I lowered my my ski pants and she saw my wet pants We showered together and rinsed out our clothes. We went to bed for some serious canoodling.