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Summary: When fourteen-year-old Agnes is caught making out with a boy, her religious parents ship her off to Mary Magdalen's Home for Girls, a corrective institution for ungodly young women. Agnes isn't too worried, but as it turns out, this is nothing like Bible Camp. Their aim is to drive out the devil, and they will do so by any means necessary. So, this is an idea I've been kicking around for a while, and I just never knew quite how to write it. The idea started when I read an article about special religious 'schools' in the US where unruly girls were sent to be taught to be good Christians, basically, and where methods ranged from the mundane to the outright sadistic. Please read the tags. This will not be a nice, fluffy or cute story. I'll add extra content warnings to future chapters if necessary. Please consider yourself warned. ————— CHAPTER ONE Agnes stared out of the bus window, at the country side swishing past. It was about four in the afternoon, and the day was sunny and hot. She yawned and scratched her cheek, where she had a mosquito bite. She was fourteen years old. Her dark brown hair fell in ringlets around her summer freckled face and she wore a brown skirt and blue blouse. On the seat next to her stood a small suitcase. It contained mostly underwear, a few other clothing items and a Bible. Her parents had been told that everything else would be provided. The representative from Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls had arrived at their church only a week before. She had brought three young girls, a bit older than Agnes, in neat white gowns, who had testified about how they had been led so astray by the Devil and how Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls had helped them find their way back to the Lord. This had been a couple of days before Agnes was caught making out with a boy from school, and her parents had decided that something had to be done about their daughter’s wicked ways. And so they had called Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls, and asked if they had an opening. It turned out they did. The bus slowed to a halt. An older woman in the front, who had introduced herself as Miss Corrine when Agnes and about a dozen other girls had filed into the bus that morning, stood up. ‘All right, get your bags, we’re here,’ she said. Agnes picked up her small suitcase and shuffled out of the bus together with the other girls. As she stepped off the bus, she saw that they were in the middle of nowhere. ‘We’ll continue on foot,’ said Miss Corrine. ‘The path is too narrow for the bus.’ She set off down a narrow dirt road at a quick pace. The girls hurried to keep up. Agnes looked around. Flat grass land surrounded them as far as the eye could see, with a few trees sticking up here and there. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. They walked for what must have been at least twenty minutes and the heat was stifling, but then they rounded a corner and the large compound appeared. The girls who had spoken at their church had made it sound like a farm or a ranch, but Agnes couldn’t see any animals. The place seemed barren and dry, and it was surrounded by a chain link fence. It looked more like a prison. Which Agnes supposed it was. Her parents had sent her off, without her consent, to a correctional facility where she would learn to be a good Christian. Her crime had been kissing a boy, wearing tight jeans and not paying attention in Bible Study group. Which apparently meant she was promiscuous and ungodly. Agnes had been a good little girl, growing up. Whether out of fear for her father’s belt, her mother’s words, or simply because she was so sheltered, she had hardly ever done anything wrong. She had seen her older brother beaten for talking back, and that was enough to dissuade her from breaking any rules. But entering her teens, Agnes had become more strong willed. She had doubted the religion her parents had pushed upon her since birth, she had wanted to do her own thing, but a small town in Kansas wasn’t a good place to be a rebel. There was always someone watching, and word got back to her parents for every little thing she did. Miss Corrine led them into an entrance area. A man in a crisp light brown suit stood there waiting for them. ‘Welcome!’ he said warmly and beamed at them all. ‘My nam is Mr. Portman. I am the owner and leader of this establishment, and I’m so pleased to see so many new faces!’ He went on for a couple of minutes, about how their time at Mary Magdalene would help them build character and become better people, how the light of God would save them from the Devil’s influence and make model citizens of them, good mothers and wives, and most importantly, good Christians. Agnes glanced around as he spoke. The walls of the room were white, and the floor was grey linoleum. There was a reception desk at one end, but no chairs or sofas by way of a waiting area. The only art work was a large painting of Jesus on the wall behind Mr. Portman. When Mr. Portman had finished speaking, Miss Corrine opened a door off to one side. A dozen girls walked into the room, in a neat line. Like the girls who had come to their church, these girls wore white dresses. They all had their hands clasped in front of them. They lined up opposite Agnes and the other new girls. ‘These are your Big Sisters,’ said Mr. Portman. ‘We have a buddy system here. You will each be assigned a Big Sister who will teach you our rules, show you around and help you find your feet. I will call your names, and the names of your Big Sisters. When you have paired up, your Big Sister will take you to your sleeping quarters and give you a uniform to wear. They will then accompany you to supper, before we all gather for evening prayer.’ Agnes stood as patiently as she could while Mr. Portman started reading off the names on his list. Her name was the last to be read. ‘Agnes Williams,’ said Mr. Portman, ‘your Big Sister will be Mary-Louise Miller.’ The girl who stepped up to Agnes was a couple of years older. She was tall and blonde, with sparkling blue eyes and a sweet smile. ‘It’s so nice to meet you, Agnes!’ she said and shook her hand. She spoke in a soft southern accent, her voice a lilting alto. ‘Come on, I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.’ Mary-Louise brought her to a dormitory down a couple of corridors. There were eight beds in it. One other new girl was being inducted a couple of beds down. ‘I’m in the bed next to yours,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘That way I can keep tabs on you. I’m sure we’ll be best friends!’ She beamed. ‘Here, let me find your uniform.’ She walked up to the small dresser that stood next to the bed. ‘You get two of these,’ she explained, taking out a white dress like her own. ‘We don’t wear any other clothes here, so you won’t be needing anything but your own underwear and night clothes. There’s room in the dresser for that. There’s a bathroom and showers at the end of the hall. Now, get changed.’ Agnes took off her own clothes and put on the white dress. Perhaps this place wasn’t so bad, she thought. Everyone seemed friendly… Maybe she’d be all right. It was only for three months, after all. Mary-Louise took her to supper when she was done changing. On the way she told her about the daily routine at Mary Magdalene’s. ‘We get up at six every day for morning prayers, before breakfast at seven thirty,’ she said. ‘After breakfast we have Bible Study classes, quiet meditation, things like that, all day, until about five pm. Lunch is at one, and supper is at seven in the evening. We have free time between five and seven. Then we have evening prayer at eight, which is one hour, and the showers are open between nine and ten. Lights out at ten pm.’ ‘Sounds very strict,’ said Agnes. ‘It is,’ said Mary-Louise, ‘but we’re better people for it. Routines are key.’ The mess was a large, white room with several long tables. Agnes was at once struck by how quiet it was. The tables were almost full, but the few who were speaking were doing so in hushed murmurs and whispers. Mary-Louise led her to one of the tables and they sat down. A few minutes later, Mr. Portman, Miss Corrine and a few other staff members came marching into the room. The room fell completely silent. They sat down at a smaller, empty table at the far end. Mr. Portman was last to sit, and before he did, he gave a curt nod to the table closest. As one, the girls at that table stood up, in silence, and marched over to the counter. They each took a tray, and were handed plates of food by serving staff. One table at a time, the girls went to collect their food. Soon it was Agnes’s turn. It was eerie. The only sounds in the room were shuffling feet, the chinking of cutlery and hushed voices from the staff table. The girls all ate in complete silence, it seemed. Approaching the counter, Agnes realised that the serving staff all appeared to be teenaged girls like herself. She wondered fleetingly if they were other students, but was too tired to bother questioning Mary-Louise about it. She was served a vegetable soup with a roll on the side. There were no other choices, and no butter for the roll. She was given water to drink. The soup didn’t taste like much, but Agnes was hungry, so she ate all of it. So, it seemed, did everybody else. There were no second helpings, however. Exhausted after the long journey and the new impressions of the day, Agnes sat through evening prayer in a daze, mimicking the other girls and moving her lips as best she could. Afterwards she had a quick shower and went to bed, asleep before her head hit the pillow. ————— Getting up the next morning was hard. Mary-Louise had to shake her several times before at last Agnes sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. ‘Time’s it?’ she murmured. ‘Already five past six,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘Hurry up and get dressed or we’ll be late for morning prayer!’ Agnes got up and put on her dress. She tied back her dark hair, now messy from sleep. ‘I won’t always be here to wake you up, you know,’ Mary-Louise admonished her as they set off towards the chapel. ‘You’re gonna have to learn to get up on your own.’ ‘Sorry,’ Agnes mumbled. She still didn’t feel properly awake. She longed for coffee or something else to wake her up. She sat through morning prayer trying her best not to doze off, though she appeared to not quite manage, as Mary-Louise had to poke her several times to make her pay attention. After prayer they went down to the mess for breakfast. Agnes ate a couple of spoonfuls of the bland porridge she had been served and then spent the rest of the meal poking at it with her spoon. She drank orange juice (there was no coffee) and tried to stifle her yawns. ‘Aren’t you going to finish your food?’ whispered Mary-Louise after a while. Her plate was empty and she sat with her hands in her lap, looking curiously at her charge. ‘I’m not really hungry,’ replied Agnes, sleepily. ‘I can never eat in the mornings.’ ‘But you have to eat it,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘Those are the rules. Everyone has to empty their plate at every meal. You have no choice.’ ‘But I can’t, I’m not hungry.’ Mary-Louise studied her, frowning. ‘Fine,’ she said, after a moment. Then she got up, and walked over to the staff table. She whispered something to Miss Corrine, who stood up and came back with her. Everyone stopped eating and looked up. Miss Corrine approached Agnes, looking stern. ‘Everyone has to finish their food here, Agnes,’ she said. Agnes was sure everybody could hear her as the room was so quiet. ‘Perhaps we hadn’t made that clear?’ ‘I’m sorry, Miss Corrine,’ said Agnes, trying for a smile, ‘but I just can’t eat if I’m not hungry.’ ‘Do you squander the gifts the good Lord gives you?’ asked Miss Corrine. ‘No, ma’am…’ Agnes frowned, her smile faltering. ‘I mean, I don’t mean to, but you give us big portions, so . . .’ ‘You will finish your food, Agnes, or there will be consequences,’ said Miss Corrine. Mr. Portman stood from the staff table then, and came towards them. ‘What’s all this then?’ he asked calmly. ‘Agnes refuses to eat, sir,’ said Mary-Louise softly. ‘I’m sorry to hear that.’ Mr. Portman turned to Agnes. ‘I would prefer if you eat what’s on your plate.’ ‘But, sir, I’m not hungry!’ Agnes’s voice had gained an edge now. She felt annoyed. Surely it was none of anyone else’s business whether she ate breakfast or not? ‘Then I’m afraid you leave me with no choice,’ said Mr. Portman sadly. ‘Miss Corrine, look after everything here. Agnes, Mary-Louise, come with me, please.’ Agnes’s stomach churned as she stood. What was to happen now? They followed Mr. Portman out of the mess and down the hall towards a door. Upon entering, Agnes discovered the room beyond to be Mr. Portman’s office. It contained a heavy mahogany desk and several bookcases. Mr. Portman sat down behind the desk while the girls remained standing. ‘It pains me to have to do this already on your first day, Agnes,’ said Mr. Portman without looking at them, adjusting a cup full of pens on his desk. ‘But the rules here are strict and meant to be followed. Everything we do here is for your own good, to teach you girls to be good, Christian women. You are sinful by nature. You need guidance. You are here because the Devil has taken up residence in you. I am here because I wish to drive him out.’ There was a silence. Agnes stared down at her tan ballerina flats, saying nothing. ‘Now, as for your punishment.’ Mr. Portman stood, walking over to one of the bookshelves where a jug of water and several glasses stood. ‘Mary-Louise, I delegate to you to make sure that Agnes drinks one glass of water every hour until lunch. You are also to make sure she doesn’t go to the restroom in that time. If she is ready then to show appreciation for the gifts that God has given her and empties her plate, she may visit the restroom after. We’ll start now.’ He filled a glass with water and walked around his desk, handing the glass to Agnes. ‘Drink up.’ Agnes took the glass. Something squirmed in her stomach. She was to go five hours without going to the bathroom while drinking copious amounts of water? It seemed hardly possible. Mr. Portman made an impatient sound, a clearing of the throat and, without looking at him, Agnes lifted the glass to her lips and drained it in a few gulps. Thankfully it wasn’t a very large glass, but she suddenly wished that she hadn’t had all that orange juice. Mr. Portman dismissed them, and the two girls left his office. They walked in silence for a while. Breakfast was over and it was time for the first class of the day. When they exited the main building to walk across the dry grass to one of the smaller ones, Agnes finally spoke. ‘Why did you tell on me like that?’ she asked softly. She felt Mary-Louise glance at her out of the corner of her eye for a moment before answering. ‘Like he said. You’re here because you’ve got the Devil in you. They can’t help you expel him if you don’t follow the rules. I did it for your own good. Besides, they would have noticed sooner or later anyway.’ Agnes rolled her eyes. ‘Oh, I see. You did it for me, not to show what a good girl you are. Your motives were purely altruistic.’ She was unable to keep the sarcastic tone out of her voice. Mary-Louise stopped and turned to her. ‘We’re encouraged to take care of each other here, Agnes.’ Her voice still had the sweet tone of before, but something in her look was cold. ‘We help each other get better. I was like you when I got here. I had demons inside me making me wilful, making me talk back, making me flaunt the rules. The other girls helped me see the error of my ways, helped me shake off the demons and become a better person. I’m not there yet. Us girls, we’re sinful by nature and it’s only by giving ourselves over to the Lord completely that we can rid ourselves of that sin. I’m getting there, and helping you will help me get there. When you do good you are rewarded. When you do bad you’re punished. All we’re doing here is giving a taste in life of the punishments that await the wicked after death.’ She turned away and began to walk again. ‘The Devil loves pleasure and fears pain. It is with pain you drive him out.’ She sounded like a text book. Like she had memorised all these things and was parroting them back the way she’d been taught. This frightened Agnes more than the words themselves. She hadn’t had much choice but to come here like her parents wanted, and she had been resigned to her fate. Spend three months at yet another ‘Bible Camp’, act like a good girl, and then go home. But the certainty with which Mary-Louise spoke, her blind faith in her words and acceptance of the status quo, that was terrifying. It told Agnes that this place changed people, and that if she wasn’t careful it would change her too, and she would lose her sense of self. By ten o’clock, Agnes had lost her ability to sit still. She fidgeted in her seat while Miss Corrine told them the story of Adam and Eve and explained how Eve’s weakness had damned all women and steeped them in sin. How purity and obedience were the only way towards salvation for any girl. Agnes only picked up bits and pieces, her rapidly filling bladder distracting her. An hour later she was bouncing in her seat, rocking back and forth and trying to refrain from putting her hands between her legs and hold herself. Mary-Louise kept obediently getting up, every hour on the hour, to get her a glass of water. Miss Corrine appeared to have been informed, because she said nothing. Either that or this was such a common occurrence that it hardly bore notice. At one the girls returned to the mess for lunch, and by now Agnes was beginning to feel like she couldn’t possibly hold it for much longer. She took tiny steps and had to stop often to cross her legs or bend forward and clutch herself, and she felt the occasional trickle go into her panties. Mary-Louise walked next to her patiently. Agnes couldn’t have told anyone what was for lunch. It was bland and no doubt very healthy, and she wolfed it down at record speed, hoping that if she just finished it all she would be allowed a bathroom break. When Mr. Portman came over to inspect her plate and gave a satisfied smile, she shot to her feet. ‘Can I . . .’ She could hardly get the words out and cleared her throat, dancing slightly on the spot. She decided it would be better to be polite. ‘May I please be excused for the restroom now, sir?’ she asked as sweetly as she could. Mr. Portman’s smile widened. ‘Of course you may.’ Agnes shot out of the mess like a bullet and only just made it to the toilet in time. Peeing had never felt so wonderful as at that moment. She went for at least a minute, voiding her bladder in a hard, steady stream. She had to bite her lip in order not to moan. She was pretty sure moaning was a sin. ————— The afternoon was spent in so called quiet meditation, which essentially meant sitting in the chapel staring at the cross on the wall. It was impossible for Agnes not to let her mind wander. She thought about home, about her bedroom and her CDs. She realised with a jolt that she had never gone this long without listening to music before. Unless one counted the psalms they sung during prayer, which Agnes most certainly did not. If it didn’t have a beat it wasn’t much worth a damn. She wondered how much she’d miss dancing by the end of her stay at Mary Magdalen’s. She wondered if she would even remember her favourite songs, going so long without hearing them. And what about her friends? Agnes sighed deeply at this thought. She missed her friends. Ava, the trivia machine who knew everything. Lily, who was so fashionable and sweet and always helped Agnes with her make-up. Wayne, who hung out with them and who Agnes was pretty sure would turn out to be gay. She would have given just about anything right then to sit in the park with the three of them, sharing a stolen cigarette and laughing about something they’d seen on TV. Would they still like her when she got back? She looked away from the cross on the wall, glancing about the chapel as covertly as she could manage. Everyone else seemed to be doing what they were supposed to. Some had their hands clasped, lips moving in silent prayer. Others had closed their eyes and looked almost blissful. Next to her, Mary-Louise sat with her hands in her lap, a serene smile playing on her lips and her eyes out of focus. Agnes found herself wondering what she was thinking. Agnes was about to return her gaze to the cross, figuring that one person not doing what she was supposed to was bound to stick out like a sore thumb, when she spotted another girl who seemed to have her mind elsewhere as well. A redheaded, freckled girl who might have been a year or two older than Agnes sat picking at her dress, looking deeply bored. As though she could feel Agnes’s eyes on her, she looked up and met her gaze. She smiled and rolled her eyes in commiseration, before, heaving what was obviously a heavy and demonstrative sigh, returning her gaze to her own lap. Agnes was too taken aback to return the smile before it was too late. ————— At five o’clock Mary-Louise finally left Agnes’s side to go hang out with some girls from a different dorm. She asked Agnes to join her, but Agnes had happily refused, longing for some time on her own. She made her way to the common room, which was next to the mess, and sat down in an almost comfortable arm chair. There was a bookshelf in the common room, but it contained only titles like How to Be a Good Girl and Rejecting Satan: A Guide to Spiritual Cleansing, in addition to half a dozen Bibles and several prayer books. There was also an out of tune piano with a sign on it saying that it was not to be played without express permission. So Agnes sat back in her chair and let her mind wander. Somebody pulled up a chair next to her and sat down. Dragged out of her thoughts, Agnes glanced sideways at the newcomer. It was the redhead from earlier. ‘Hey,’ said the girl, smiling. ‘I’m Maddie. What’s your name?’ ‘I’m Agnes,’ said Agnes, sitting up slightly. She took in Maddie’s appearance. She was very pretty, with sparkling green eyes, thin pink lips and a button nose. Her red hair was wavy and shoulder length. ’So, what are you in for, Agnes?’ asked Maddie, leaning back in her chair with her hands behind her head. Agnes looked away, blushing slightly. ‘Kissing a boy. And probably some other things too.’ She glanced at Maddie again and found her smiling. ‘What about you?’ ‘Well, let’s see, where to start . . .’ Maddie counted on her fingers. ‘Having opinions, reading William Blake, disobedience and masturbation. Plus lack of shame for all of the above.’ Agnes laughed nervously. ‘Well, that’s quite a list.’ Maddie shrugged. ‘It all boils down to the same thing, really. Being a girl and not feeling sorry about it.’ Her expression changed to a more serious one. ‘How are you holding up? I gathered that Portman gave you the old water torture. It’s a favourite of his.’ Her eyes seemed to darken at this and her voice took on a bitter edge. ‘Sucks to have to go through that your first day.’ ‘Yeah, well . . .’ Agnes looked away uncomfortably. ‘Been through it lots of times myself,’ Maddie continued. ‘Portman’s punishments just don’t seem to bite, though. I’ve been here for like six months, and I’m still the same ungodly, sinful creature as I was when I got here. At this rate I’ll grow old and die in this hellhole.’ Agnes looked around nervously. She was pretty sure that this was not a conversation they were meant to be having, but no one seemed to be listening to them. That made her feel braver. ‘I miss my friends,’ she said. ‘I just really wanna go home.’ ‘Yeah,’ said Maddie. ‘Me too. But, hey. I don’t know if I’m right, but I kind of feel like you and me get each other. So, you know, maybe we could be friends?’ Agnes smiled. ‘I’d like that.’ ‘Cool. Just don’t tell Big Sister Mary-Louise about it.’ As they talked, Agnes thought that if Maddie could spend six months at Mary Magdalen’s and still be normal, maybe there was hope for her too.

GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT THEIR POSTING PRIVILEGES? No more waiting a week and a half for mods to approve my posts for this bitch! I am getting into omo writing. All of these will be in the same universe. This post will be an introduction. These stories, mostly short and nonlinear, will focus on a King, Garnet III, his Queen, Cordelia, and the harem they keep (and yes, it is shared). Fantasy setting. The kingdom, Riverkeep, is small but peaceful. There are some other kingdoms nearby, one of which, Helmsmount, is experiencing some political strife. As a result, some dissidents have sought shelter in Riverkeep (this will be important later). It is in a fairly temperate region with hot summers and cold winters. The harem dwellers are kept in plush conditions, and are given plenty of jewelry and other finery to wear. In the summer, they're encouraged to wear little else. Normally, they get five pee/poop breaks a day, called toilet passes or potty passes, that they can use whenever they want, with these breaks resetting daily at midnight (they can plead for more if they're really desperate, but may be refused). Unlimited breaks are given only in the case of illness or significant injury. The toilets themselves are mostly variations on the chamber pot, although other options will be used. Main characters include: King Garnet Mid thirties. Considered rather handsome. His skin is tan and smooth, and his body is toned from athletic training and a good diet, with a bit of pudge on the belly, but not very much. His hair is dark and curly, and shines brown in the sun. His eyes are dark and, in the right light, his eyes look almost wine-red. Fond of women with MILFy builds, and skinny twinks and femboys. Considered a capable leader due to his care for domestic issues Charismatic, wise, intelligent, all that that makes a good leader Average bladder, but good at making it seem bigger than it is by managing his fluid intake. Maximum hold time is between eleven to thirteen hours. Will not urinate outside of his private pot unless there are quite literally no other options other than clothing. Dislikes even doing it in front of Cordelia. Queen Cordelia: Late twenties. Curvy build, with large hips, a round butt, and breasts around the side of a large orange or smaller grapefruit. Fairer skin than her husband. Brown eyes that have been described as honey-colored or amber. Her hair is long, wavy, blue-black, and well cared for. She has shapely, plush lips and is fond of lipstick. Not a lot of body hair, but the carpet matches the drapes, and is thick. Several harem members attempted to shave it all off one time and it took the better part of an hour before it was all gone. Empathetic and a little daft Big bladder. Max holding time around eighteen hours. Will urinate in front of those who desire to see it, but never where anyone else could see her--no public latrines, alleyways, or bushes. If she's travelling, she has to have a servant bring her chamber pot and set up a special tent. Even then, she doesn't like it. Flint: Male harem member. Late twenties. Smooth tan skin, with some pink scarring, mostly on his back. Dark brown, straight hair just past his shoulders. Gray eyes. Strong build, hint of abs. This next point mentions violence, so it's under a read more. It's backstory. Is subservient to Cordelia and almost excessively chivalrous to her Intelligent, appreciates that Garnet is the same. Has some trauma from his ejection from Helmsmount. The best remedy is either "quality time" (wink wink) with Cordelia or a nice long talk with Jim. Average cock, a bit long and thin. Pubes soft and fine. Slight happy trail. Average bladder. Maximum hold time is around twelve hours. Will urinate in public, but would rather use a toilet if one is available. Jim: Male harem member. Late thirties. Pale skin. Dirty blond hair that's a bit shaggy. Has a beard of the same color. Plenty of body hair to match, especially on his chest, abdomen and around his genitals. Prominent happy trail and thigh hair. Speaking of genitals, his are very large, both in length and girth. You can see it through his pants sometimes. It's also a nice-looking cock, with a good color and shape. Solid build, with a slight dad bod and strong arms. Fatherly disposition, took Flint under his arm because he thought "the lad looked lost" Very large bladder. Maximum hold time around twenty-four hours. He managed that only once, and with extensive leaking. Genuinely enjoys peeing, too. Has little shame about public urination--"we all gotta go." Rosemarie: Female harem member. Early twenties. Slender build, not much muscle, not much fat. Redheaded, but no freckles. Green eyes. Hair is a bit above shoulders. Smaller breasts--maybe the size of a lemon. Very, very attracted to Cordelia Hotheaded disposition. Irritates easily. Can be needy. Very subservient to Cordelia. Prefers to watch others pee, especially Cordelia. Will drink pee. Pubes are soft and fine, with no happy trail or thigh fuzz. Small bladder. Maximum hold time around six hours. Usually needs a pee at night. Frequently has to pee in a bucket or in the harem-members' exercise yard due to running out of potty passes. Due to this, has no shame in peeing in front of others. Background characters will be present. This may be edited later. First story post! This one's very x rated lol As soon as Garnet entered, the lovers swarmed around him. One lover took his crown and laid it carefully aside. Another unbuttoned his tunic and helped him out of it. Yet a third took his pants and shoes. A fourth gently pulled his undergarments from him, leaving him bare. A red silk robe was drawn about his shoulders, and he was led to a large round mattress dressed in velvet, where he lay down, sighing heavily at the lack of weight. He let his eyes close for a moment. A kiss was placed on his nose. “Would you like to be taken to your bed, your majesty?” He sighed. “No… no. I am merely a bit drained. Where is Cordelia?” The girl, slim and bare-breasted with piercings of ruby in each nipple, bit her soft lip. He recognized her as Lila, a new-ish addition. “... I know not. Would you like me to summon her?” Garnet sighed. “Yes. After that, come right back… I think I would like to play with those piercings you have.” She giggled. She sent for a servant, then came back, sitting next to him and baring her large chest. He carefully turned the piercings around within her soft pink nipples, marvelling at how they caught the light. She squeaked and squealed as he manipulated her soft buds. “... I think I will make someone breed you,” he murmured. “I think I would like to see those pretty breasts of yours full of milk.” She flushed. “Why… thank you, my lord.” Another presence approached the bed. Garnet looked up. “Cordelia. How nice to see you. Come, sit with me.” He sent Lila away with a wave of his hand. Cordelia sat, carefully. “You wanted to speak to me?” “I wanted to be with you,” Garnet sighed. “Has this day not been stressful? I thought we could perhaps have some time together.” “I… well…” She swallowed. “I… yes, I do love spending time with you.” He held his arms out. “Come to me.” She lay back into his arms, then squeaked and flinched hard, clenching her thighs. “What is wrong?” “I… I have been… I have not had the chance to pass urine all day…” She whimpered. “... I need to go so badly… I have been holding it since this morning. My lady parts are throbbing so badly. Please, I would do anything for a chamber pot!” She writhed, humping his leg. “I want you here,” Garnet replied, stroking her hair. “‘Tis not the same if it isn’t you. Can you hold it in?” One of the lovers, a girl named Rosemarie, laid a hand on Cordelia’s hip. “Allow me to assist, my lady.” “What do you mean?” Rosemarie stroked Cordelia’s hip tenderly. “It would be an honor, my lady, if you used my mouth to relieve yourself.” Cordelia initially looked like she wanted to refuse, then another wave of desperation struck. She gripped her lady-parts and writhed hard. “... Be quick! I do not know how much longer I can last!” Rosemarie gently guided Cordelia onto her back, spreading her legs and opening her robe. Rosemarie’s breath carded softly through Cordelia’s thick muff. Cordelia felt her pee hole quiver. Warm lips settled on her core, around her pee hole, and suckled tight. She moaned. “Now,” Garnet said. “Let go.” Cordelia focused. A strong tingling sensation jetted up into her abdomen as the pressure released. Her warm stream trickled over Rosemarie’s tongue. “Ooooh…” Rosemarie hummed. Her tongue laved against Cordelia’s core. The tingling in Cordelia’s lady parts burst into an incredible pleasure. Her clit throbbed. Her thighs quivered, opening wide and then wider. Rosemarie pushed her tongue against Cordelia’s clit just as her pee-stream hit its peak. The pee teased against her from the back, and Rosemarie’s tongue from the front, and between the two, the pleasure made her see stars. Just then, Garnet pinched both of her soft pink nipples, and that was her undoing. She came with a moan that resonated around the wooden paneled walls and off the velvet furnishings. When she came to, Rosemarie was gently wiping her lady-parts clean with a warm wet rag, and Garnet was sitting above her, smiling. She pouted, giving Garnet a wifely Look. Garnet just laughed. “Love you, Lia.” She grumbled. “Love you too.”

Hey everyone! This is the first story I've written. I'll be posting it in this thread chapter by chapter as I finish writing them. Let me know what you think. Chapter 1 The Trailhead That date circled in pink on her calendar has finally come. A day she has looked forward to for months. Hazel was going on another hiking trip with her best friend Sophia. Sophia is relatively new to hiking but is learning very fast. She has some camping experience as well but this trip was the first multi-day hike Sophia has ever done. Hazel on the other hand is very experienced hiking and has excellent bushcraft skills and knowledge. She knows her needs per day and feels confident in her ability to pack just whats needed and nothing else. Their plan was to drive to the trailhead located at Blue Lake, hike a day and a half to Manatee Lagoon, spend a night there, then hike the day and a half back. Their timing of this trip could not have been better, it was a couple weeks into fall, the temperatures were in the perfect range, and there wasn't a drop of rain forecast. It was that very short time of year in Florida where you could enjoy outside activities barely breaking a sweat while still not freezing at night. Hazel was boiling over with excitement as she saw Sophia pull in her driveway. She walked outside, greeted Sofia with a hug, then loaded her gear into Sophia's Jeep eager to get going. She paused briefly when she heard Sophia ask in a surprised way "Thats all you brought? One bag?" Hazel chuckled lightly then said "Yea! We're only going for 3 nights." Once her gear was in she said "I'll be right back, I'm going to pee one last time." "Good idea, I should do that too" Sofia agreed. A few minutes later they were all loaded up ready to go. The two of them made small talk during the 45 minutes it took to get to Blue Lake. Hazel could tell that Sophia was just as excited as herself yet a little nervous. When they arrived, they found that a lot of other people were taking advantage of the perfect weather. Sophia took the last available parking spot saying "I'm glad we got here when we did." "Yea." Thinking for a second, Sophia said "I can't believe how many people are here at 9 in the morning!" As they each grabbed their gear from the Jeep, Hazel said "I hope most of these people are fishing and that the trails are not too busy." They each did one final check then put their packs on and started down the trail. Helping to build her friends confidence, Hazel let Sophia lead the way down the marked trail. After about 30 minutes of hiking and talking, Hazel found herself watching Sophia's heart shaped ass more than the trail. She didn't even notice she had become lost in it's rhythmic movements until she heard Sophia yell "Hey!" Snapping back to reality, Hazel heard Sophia ask "Staring at my ass?" Fumbling for words and shaking her head Hazel replied "Y yea. N No." She took a big breath then asked "What's up?" "The trail splits ahead so which way do we go?" "Umm...let me look." Hazel replied as she fumbled for the map still startled from being caught. "Did you like what you saw?" Hazel blushed then trying to change the subject said "We need to go to the right." They continued on their journey when a little later they decided to rest for a few minutes. Sitting there sipping their waters, Sophia said "You never answered." "Huh?" "I asked if you liked what you saw." "Oh...right." Turning bright red again, Hazel replied "It's nice." Sophia simply replied with "Hmm." Then changed topics. Hazel sat there embarrassed yet horny and thinking that she could pee but decided she didn't want to loose time. About two hours into their journey, Hazel had finished her water bottle and was now using her camelback. Her need to pee was becoming more noticeable but not urgent so she said to herself I'll wait until we stop in just a bit for lunch. As they trekked on, she began wondering if Sophia was feeling it too. A few minutes later her question was answered by Sophia telling her "I need to pee." "Hold it." Hazel replied in a joking manner. Then to her surprise, Sophia said "Yea. It's not that bad yet." This made Hazel think back on things said between them in the past. She started to question if Sophia is also into pee. There's no way she thought to herself. For the next hour and 15 minutes, both girls were discretely grabbing themselves and adjusting their walks as their needs grew with each step. Hazel's need suddenly jumped a few digits higher as the trail went over a small creek. The bubbling sound from the water as it gently flowed over some rocks made her bladder think it was close to getting relief. She tried to distract herself with more conversation but in her hightened need, her ears were attracted to the sounds of sloshing water from their packs. Come on...it's only 15 more minutes until we stop to eat, you can make it she said to herself. Just then, Sophia stopped and said "If I go another step I will pee myself!" Hazel instantly became even more aroused at hearing that. She tried to not make it obvious that she was aroused but once Sophia started pulling her tight leggings and pink panties down all Hazel could do was stare. The sight of that forceful stream of hot pee shooting from between the thick lips of Sophia's perfectly shaved vagina made her own pussy quiver and her bladder spasm. After a few seconds of watching her own stream, Sophia looked up at Hazel and asked "Are you not going to go?" After a brief moment of thought, Hazel decided to give in to her bladders demands and started going for the waistband of her own leggings when she suddenly stopped because they heard voices. "Shit!" Sophia whispered loudly "There's people and I'm not done." Hazel looked down and saw her friend's stream grow even more forceful in an attempt to finish before the people could see anything. A few more seconds passed when her stream finally started to dwindle. Now in a panic, Sophia quickly stood up yanking her panties and leggings up all in one motion before her stream even had a chance to fully stop. As the other hikers passed by, the girls acted like they were looking at wildlife then giggled afterwards. Once they were out of sight, Hazel was again about to give in but then heard even more voices. Hazel, out of frustration, let out a soft growl then said "Lets just get to the picnic spot. I'll find a place to go there." "Are you sure you can make it?" "I don't have a choice." "Ok." replied Sophia. Hazel pondered if she made the right choice as they walked onwards.

This is a new story series if mine that I've mentally been working on for a while, and have big plans for (possibly up to 15-20 chapters!) Knowing me though, i always run out of steam after a while. But I really like this idea and want to give it a go, so here is chapter one! BE WARNED! This series will include messing as a common theme, so if that's not your vibe, no worries. But some of the stories will be wetting only, such as chapter one. I won't differentiate from here on out though, so read at your own peril. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- High school can either be hell, or it can be meh. For me, it was the later, up until my junior year. I had my group of friends and I got along well enough with everyone, but there was nothing spectacular going on in my life. No big sports teams, no shows or plays I'm acting in, and worst of all, no girlfriend. That is, until I started talking to Abby. She and I technically grew up together, in the sense that we've always gone to the same school and known who the other was, but that's about it. Our friend groups never really overlapped, but there was never any animosity either. Abby and I shared 4th period English, which we had right before lunch. We sat together in class and got to know one another a little better, although very casually at first. And as luck would have it, neither of us actually shared our lunch break with any of our friends, so as we got to know each other better, we started eat lunch together as well, meaning we'd spend two straight hours together every day. We learned we shared a lot of the same interests. We both liked to play video games, we both enjoyed being fairly active and going on hikes, watching sports and movies, and a few other things! She was also just a lot of fun too. She was always looking to something wild, like jump across a big gap, try to do a cartwheel down the crowded halls, stuff like that. She was also always up for dates, I would constantly over hear her and her friends and she'd say something like "ya dare me to??" In response to something and I'd laugh. Naturally, as it tends to happen in high school, Abby and I got to flirting. We became fast friends in class and during lunch. We started working together on assignments, and started sharing more and more about our lives. We hadn't explicitly started going steady yet, but if you stared long enough you could certainly tell we were flirting. I'd star at her a little too long, she'd punch me on the arm, I'd try to laugh with her as much as I could, she'd dress a little nice, a little more provocative even on some days. It's here where I suppose I should share how we both look. I'm you're average looking guy for the most part. 6 feet, normal build, red hair, normal sense of style. I'm by no means ugly, but I'm not an Adonis either. Abby though... She was a knockout. She was 5'6, brown wavy hair, brown eyes and legs to die for. She had a gift from god, in that she had a massive booty without even trying. Her chest might be considered small to some, but she was gorgeous to me. Although, id never shared any of this with her. It's also at this point I should mention I have a fairly serious piss and shit fetish... After all, you're here reading this! I just can't get enough of it, I absolutely love it when a girl has to go so bad she does it in her pants. Accidents, panties, leggings, diapers, all freaking fantastic. But as with most of us, unfortunately it's been just that, a fantasy. Or so I thought. "Hey Alex!" Abby said to me as she walked into class. "Hey!" I said back. Abby walked over to where I was sitting and sat right on top of my desk. "Guess what!" She said excitedly. I squeezed out a "Wh--" before she cut me off. "I've got the weekend to myself!! My parents are going on a mini vacation, which means I'll be home alone, thank GOD. I need a break from them so bad." Abby said to me. "Oh awesome!" I replied. I choose my next words very carefully. "Got any big plans this weekend then?" "Nah not really" she said. "I'm just so happy I get to have a free weekend for once." I was about to muster up the courage to ask if she wanted to do something together, but just as I was going to our teacher walked in the room, and Abby slid off my desk and into hers beside me, as class began. Class went on as normal, and we got to working on this and that, reading and writing. Over the duration of the class, I noticed Abby started to get really fidgety. I made a mental note of it, but didn't think much of it at the time, as my brain was squarely focused on English instead of in the gutter. Class had maybe ten minutes left when she leans over to me and says: "I really have to pee." These words did bring me out of my focus on school, and I practically did a double take when she said it. To keep me cool though I gave a slight chuckle and just shook my head, as not to draw suspicion from her or the teacher. Class finished up, with Abby fidgeting and bouncing her legs constantly. However, she had a problem ahead, and we both knew it. Our classroom was rather far from the lunchroom, meaning if we didn't get there fast, we would wait in line for food, not get a table, or both. So if she went to the bathroom ahead of time, we'd certainly be waiting a while to eat. So when class was over she asked me, "do you think I have time to run to the bathroom before lunch?" "I doubt it, it's nacho day and look, people Are already running that way!" I said, gesturing to our classmates rushing out the door. "Oh shoot, fine let's go, I'm starving!" She said back. We immediately got going, and was able to get in line without having to wait too long. Once we sat down at a table I said to her, "you can go ahead and go to the bathroom, I'll keep your seat." I know this goes against what I deeply wanted inside, but I'm not about to out that part of myself right here in the lunchroom. "Ugh no, I do still have to go pretty bad but I'm starving, let's just eat." I just shrugged, and got to chowing down, since I was hungry too. We had a table to ourselves surprisingly, and we enjoyed laughing and talking as we would normally do every day. We also flirted pretty hard core as well. Abby had touched my arm a few times, which hadn't gone unnoticed by me, and I kept sticking my leg out a little farther so it would bump into hers. You know, harmless high school flirting. "You're too funny Alex I can't believe you!" She said to me laughing, after I made a dirty joke. "Hey, I just call it like I see it!" I said back. She deep sighed then said to me, "fuck I really have to pee now, I won't make it through another class." "Well go then!" I said back to her. "What, here??" She said to me, incredulously. I did another double take, and quickly laughed to Avery any tension that may have caused. "No you goon, go to the bathroom!" "Ooooooh hahaha!" She said, laughing very hard. I joined in and kept laughing. But then, she really blew my mind, and all inhibitions went out the window. As we stopped laughing, she got a look in her eyes, leaned over and said, "Dare me to go right here?" I paused. My heart literally shit from 70 bpm to over 100 in a second. I locked eyes with her and paused, knowing I'd have to play this very carefully. Is she playing with me? Is she serious? Joking? I answered with a laugh. "Oh yeah like peeing in the lunchroom is a good idea." "Why not?? The school bathrooms are nasty, and I really have to go, who's gonna know??" She said, doubling down. I replied, "what're you gonna do, just drop your pants and squat?? Everyone would see you!" "No, I'd go in my pants! I'm wearing black leggings, no one will see!" Now my heart shot up to 120 bpm. "You wouldn't." I said "It wouldn't be the first time I've peed myself." She said in a whisper. Now, my heart nearly stopped. Then I said, "Ok Abby, you're on. I dare you!" "What do I get if I do it??" She said to me with a punch of the arm. I figured since I'd gotten this far, why not go for broke. I took a deep breath, and prayed. "If you do it, you win a date with yours truly?" Her eyes widened, but then she gave me another look and touched my arm and said. "What do you get out of this?" I thought about it and said with a wink, "I think I win either way." She was silent for another moment, then just stared me down. She said "deal", with a wink, then she straightened up. I still couldn't believe she was actually going through with this and said, "Wait so your actually gonna do it??" "Yes!" She said. "I want to win that date you offered!" This time, I was speechless. I might have even been in love. I couldn't get another word out before she closed her eyes, took a deep breathe, and said, "I'm going now" She was sitting across from me so I couldn't see what was happening, but I could see every other tell tale sign. She closed her eyes, shook a little, then sat absolutely still. I heard the smallest of drops as her pee went from the crotch her pants, off the chair and onto the floor, but most of it was actually stopped up by her black leggings. I even could smell it a little, although that was much harder to tell. "I can't believe you're peeing yourself " I said in disbelief. "I can't either!" She said back to me. I got so incredibly aroused in that moment, it was very difficult not to show it or give anything away about how I felt in the moment. I was just in heaven, watching Abby be in absolute bliss as she emptied her bladder into her pants. "There, all done!" She said to me with a wicked smile. "That was absolutely amazing" I said before I could catch myself. "Amazing huh??" She said back to me. I was now in panic mode. Had I said to much? I stammered away, "oh I mean... Uh... I uh..." She laughed. "No you're right it was pretty amazing! I've never done that in such a public place before! Feels so naughty of me!" "Haha yeah!" Was all I could force out of me. Then there was a silence for a few seconds as we kind of just stared at each other. "So I guess I win that date, right?" She said to me, softly. Before I could respond, the lunch bell rang, signaling we had to get to our next class. Abby started getting up, while I still sat there in disbelief of everything. I was able to muster a smile right as she was about to turn and walk away "Call me later!" She said, again with that trademark smile of hers. And she started walking away. "I will!!" I yelled back to her. She turned and took a few steps backwards while looking at me and smiling. Then she did a quick "I still can't believe I did that" smile before turning away again. I just stared at her ass as long as I could, I didn't care if anyone saw me. I saw the wet spot all up her ass checks and halfway down her legs. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. The rest of the day went be in a flash. I could hardly think about anything else after what had happened in the lunch room. I was on cloud nine, and couldn't wait to go out with Abby! I still couldn't believe it all! Once I was home later that night, I gave Abby a call. She answered in the second ring. "Hey you!" She said in a happy tone. "Hey! What's up?" I said back. "Nothing much, just trying to finish up some homework. How about you?" She said. "Same, I'm tired of working haha." I was quickly running out of things to say, I didn't exactly know how to approach the elephant in the room, which was her peeing herself in lunch today. Luckily though, she did that for me. "So I bet you're still thinking about lunch today, right?" She said. "As a matter of fact I am! What tipped it off?" I said. "Well I'm still thinking about it too! It's still so crazy to me! I've had accidents before, but never like that!" She said. I replied, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, "woah woah, you have??" "Haha of course!" She said with a laugh. "Plenty of times. At the pool, at work, on road trips, I guess I just don't have the best bladder!" We both laughed at that one. "But I gotta ask, this doesn't gross you out? Most guys always scream "ew" if I pee myself in front of them." In a rush I said, "no! No, it doesn't gross me out at all!" "Why?" And there it was. I had a choice to make, and I had to make it fast. Do I lie? Do I tell the truth, that it's a fetish of mine? Would it gross her out? Is that too forward? I decided to try and split the difference between the truth and a lie. "I don't know, I mean it just doesn't. I've seen a couple of people pee themselves before, it's whatever. Besides, you looked pretty cute as you did it too!" As you can tell, I decided to fucking send it. I'd already gotten this far by doing essentially nothing, let's see what doing something gets me. She paused just long enough to get me to panic a little, before saying: "Oooho really now! Well that's certainly good to know!" She said with what I could tell was delight in her voice. I stuck the landing, for now. "Haha yeah, so you've got nothing to worry about if you ever have another accident while I'm around!" I replied. She laughed, saying "I'm glad to hear that!" We both laughed, before we continued talking about other things. We ended up setting up our first actual "date," or "hang out," whatever label you want to call it. She made good on that bet, so we decided to go see a movie.

Hi im new here! I had this story on my head for quite a while now but i only got the confidence to post this today so I hope you enjoy! This is part 1 of a 6 part story about a 25 year old woman named "Lucy" and how she is about to meet someone very interesting. The overall plot is already finished however based on user feedback I can add in certain details upon request. Chapter 1: "The Lift" "Can today get any worse?!" Lucy thought as she spilt coffee on herself. She overslept and was running late for work and she only started her job last week! What would her boss think? She quickly got herself dressed into her work attire, a smart business suit and got in her car. 15 minutes pass and she arrives at her work 6 minutes late, she worked at a large 32 floor office building as an accountant and although it was not her first choice for a job, she was happy enough with her pay to keep going. She got into the lift and rode it to floor 29 where her desk was. She had just sat down to clock in when she heard a familiar voice, "What time do you call this Miss Sullivan?" It was her boss Mrs Cartwright, she's a pretty scary boss but nothing Lucy couldn't handle. "I'm so sorry Mrs Cartwright I was caught in traffic this morning" "Make sure it never happens again young lady" Her boss left with a stern look on her face. Lucy started to work at her desk, it was the middle of summer and Lucy was struggling with the heat. She brought a large flask of water with her that she refilled throughout the day to keep her hydrated. When break time came she had lunch but didn't use the bathroom, she wasn't a fan of using public bathrooms and decided to wait until she got home to urinate, a task she is usually able to do with ease. During her shift a man came over to her. "Hey you must be Lucy?" Lucy had never seen this man before but considering the way he was dressed she assumed he must've been some higher up in the company. "Yes that's me" She replied "My name is Chris I'm the Assistant Manager of the company, I heard you're our new accountant?" "Yes" she replied "I started last week" "How are you finding it so far" "It's great!" she replied "Well catch you later Lucy and if you have any questions come find me OK?" "Sure thing!" she responded. The manager walked away and Lucy continued working on her own, the breeze of the desk fan keeping her cool. "Damn I really shouldn't have drank so much water" Lucy thought to herself, her bladder was starting to fill and she began fidgeting in her seat. However she was confident that she would make it home in time. The clock reached 5PM, home time. Lucy packed her things and said goodbye to her colleagues as she left. She entered the lift and pressed the button to go down to the ground floor. "Thank god the lift is empty" she thought "I can hold myself in peace" "I can't wait to use the restroom" Her train of thought was interrupted by the lift stopping at floor 24. Lucy quickly adjusted her posture and the doors opened "Oh hello again" it was Chris. "Oh hi" responded Lucy faintly. Chris got in the elevator and it started to move. "Can't believe how hot it is today, have you been drinking plenty of water?" asked Chris innocently. "Oh definitely!" she replied. "I was thinking of going to the beach today its so nice" said Chris. Lucy didn't really pay attention to what he was saying, her bladder was all she could think of. "So do you have any plans for-" Chris was cut off by the sound of screeching metal. The elevator was stuck "What the hell?" said Chris. Lucy panicked, one because she was claustrophobic but mainly because she was stuck in a lift, with a handsome young man and desperately needed to pee. "Stay calm I'm gonna call the attendant" Chris pressed the alarm button and got through to maintenance. "Hello we're stuck in the lift!" Chris explained. "You're joking?! He replied. "OK fine we'll wait" he hung up the call. "So do you want the good news or the bad news?" He asked Lucy. "What's the good news" replied Lucy. "The good news is that maintenance is on the way, the bad news is that it's gonna take about an hour." Lucy erupted "AN HOUR?" "What's the hold up?" "Apparently he's on break" responded Chris. Lucy couldn't believe what she heard, at this point her bladder was screaming for release. She began to turn pale. "Are you OK"? Chris asked. "I'm just afraid of tight spaces that's all" She said reluctant to tell him the truth. "Yeah me too" he replied "Guess we'll just have to wait huh" 20 minutes pass and Lucy sits down in the corner. Her bladder muscles straining to keep the pee inside. "You can do this Lucy" she thought to herself but she knew she was in trouble. She secretly grabbed her crotch while Chris wasn't looking. She started doing breathing exercises to help her relax, but this worked a little too well. "Ahh!" She gasped as a tiny burst of pee splashed into her panties. "Are you sure you OK?" Chris asked, hearing her yelp. "Y-yes I'm fine" she replied as she stood up straight. Chris had put two and two together. "Lucy if you don't mind me asking, when was the last time you used the bathroom"? Lucy said nothing as her face went bright red. "You need to pee don't you?" He asked. "Yeah" she whispered softly. "It's gonna be OK" Chris replied "We'll be free soon" "Just 15 minutes" Lucy thought to herself, 15 minutes until she could leave the lift and unleash a powerful warm stream of urine into the toilet bowl. The thought alone almost sent her over the edge as another few drops escaped. "I don't think I can hold it much longer" she admitted. Chris was sympathetic but he didn't know what to say. At this point Lucy wasn't even trying to hide her urgency anymore she bent down and tightly grabbed her crotch with both hands in full view of Chris. "Do you perhaps have something to pee in?" Chris asked. "I-I can't hold it anymore!" Chris frantically searched through his bag to find something she could relieve herself in but it was too late. "Oh god no!" Lucy shrieked as she started wetting herself right in front of Chris. "I'm so sorry!" She sobbed as warm pee ran through her legs and splashed on the floor. "It's OK honestly" replied Chris "It's best to just let it all out" Lucy couldn't bare to watch as her pee stream got stronger and her pee puddle expanded larger on the floor. When she finished her face was bright red. "It's not your fault" said Chris "Accidents happen all the time!" "I promise I won't tell anyone" Lucy looked up at him and gently smiled "Thank you but what am I gonna do now I'm soaked!" Their dialogue was interrupted by someone outside "Hey are you guys OK? We're gonna open the doors now!" Lucy panicked but Chris managed to calm her down "I have an idea OK?" Chris took off his suit jacket and gave it to Lucy. "Put this around your waist and when the doors open we'll run as fast as we can OK?" Lucy agreed and tied his jacket around her waist. As the doors finally opened the two of them ran together out of the building as fast as they could stopping for nothing. "OK we're in the clear! Chris said. "You gonna be alright"? "I think so" she replied "Keep the jacket and have a safe journey home and we can pretend all this never happened OK?" "Thank you so much" Lucy replied, and with that she headed to her car and drove home. Thanks to Chris she avoided an embarrassing accident from getting worse and she got a new jacket that she assumed Chris wouldn't want back. As she arrived home she got undressed, had a shower and sat on the sofa thinking about what happened. "I bet that guy thinks I'm a total freak for wetting myself" she pondered. But as she was lying there on the sofa she thought about how nice he treated a total stranger, and how attractive he was. Lucy had dated other men in the past but nothing long term. "I hope I see him again" she thought as she threw his ruined jacket on the floor and went to bed. The next morning Lucy went to wash Chris's jacket when she noticed a piece of paper hanging out from the jacket pocket. Curious she opened it. It was nothing special, just a list of clients but she noticed it had Chris' mobile phone number written inside. Lucy pondered for a moment weighing all her options and finally said "Screw it!" She took a chance and dialled the number. She started getting butterflies in her chest, she had never been the one to ask someone out before but she was feeling confident today. Lucy felt her heartbeat raise with every ring until finally, someone picked up the phone.

Listen, I'm sorry about this, but I really just have to. This idea- no, this vision has been in my mind for a long time. I wanted to write it, so I did. You guys can't do anything about it, right? This might be the most horrible story I've ever written. And by 'horrible' I don't mean terrifying or gruesome, but simply immoral. That's just how it is, I can't do anything about it, you can't do anything about it, so you may as well enjoy it. The following story contains an obscene amount of ridiculous content. If anything in it offends you, that's okay, because it's your right. There will be lots of butt, and cock, and pissing, and vaginas. That's just how it is. I'm not sorry. Lets be honest here. We all know why I wrote this. I wrote it because I was horny, okay? Mad horny. Unforgivably horny. So I wrote this. It's not for you, it's for me. There will be fucking in this story. There will be peeing and pooping. There will be uncouthness and hilarity. In fact, I consider this story to be so offensive that I'm going to put the entire thing in spoilers. Not to mention, if I get away with it, I will be writing more stories like this. Lots more. IMMENSELY more. I just can't help it, okay? It's in my nature. Please forgive me for what I have written, for I know that God won't. Alright, I lied, there was no messing in this story, but there will be in the next one, possibly. Honestly I intended for there to be a messing scene, actually the whole IDEA stemmed from a messing scene, but I was getting tired of writing so I'm done. I'll do the next one eventually. If you like it, please let me know. If you didn't, then let someone else know, but not me.

DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours; Plus this story and all others are part of the same reality. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper pooping as well as panty pooping. I know this site is mostly about wetting and most don't care about pooping. So if you don't like that sort of thing and don't want to read this story, that's perfectly fine by me. Also there is minor mention of depression in this story as well as heavy sexual activities, just letting you know. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story anyhow. A Naughty Anniversary The sun began its dawn showering a peaceful suburbia with a soft welcoming light, beginning a special day for two special people. In one of the cul-de-sac houses, laid 24-year old Claire sleeping soundly in her bed in nothing but colorful pull-ups and a white bra, dreaming about her special someone. Then the clock beside her bed began to chirp loudly, waking Claire up from her dream. Silencing the clock, she looked at the time and date: 7am, August 15th. Claire creaked a tired smile as she knew what today was, turning her body around to see the most beautiful being she had ever seen. Her wife Kate, in nothing but her underwear, was still sound asleep undisturbed by the alarm. Usually Kate would be awake first, so Claire being able to see her beloved sleeping peacefully was a rare and wonderful gift. Claire couldn’t help but wonder how she got so lucky to have someone like Kate in her life. Claire carefully shuffles closer to her lover until their faces are mere inches apart from each other. With great care Claire places her hand onto Kate’s shoulder to wake her. “Honey, it's time to wake up now,” Claire softly spoke. As she gently shakes her beloved warmly, she begins to slowly stir awake, opening her sapphire eyes to see the woman she loves dearly. A loving smile grows on Kate’s face as she begins to hug Claire tenderly “Good morning my love.” “Good morning beautiful,” Claire smiled as she nestled into Kate’s welcoming warmth “Do you happen to know what today is?” Kate, feeling predictably mischievous, leaned closer towards Claire as she played coy. “Hmm, I can't seem to remember Hon. But I know a way to find out,” Now filled with an irresistible longing to be naughty to her love, Kate started kissing Claire’s neck, licking her soft skin with vigor. Claire, caught off guard, couldn't help but gasp with pleasure as she felt Kate give her a loving hickey. After parting her lips leaving behind an impressive love bite, Kate’s smile returned looking at her flustered lover. “Ah I remember now, today is our 2nd anniversary isn’t it?” Kate mused to her wife. Claire, still aroused by her newly earned hickey, smiled knowing that today signified their joyful marriage together. “Yes it is you little troublemaker, can you believe it’s already been two years since that wonderful day?” Claire giggled. “For me honestly, our wedding day always feels like it was yesterday, while at the same time I feel like we’ve been happily married ever since we started dating in high school,” Kate answered back. “Mmm, I remember when I confessed my feelings to you on the night of the valentine’s day dance all those years ago. Slow dancing with you as I rested my head on your shoulders telling you how much I loved you,” Claire reminisced. Kate softly laughed “Yeah, crazy to think that I was going to do the same until you beat me to the punch.” As both lovers felt warm from their memories together, they both locked their eyes to one another as they began to lean in to share a tender kiss that made both melt into the passion each held for one another. As their lips met and their tongues intertwined, Claire gently coupled her wife’s plump breasts with care. Meanwhile Kate, softly panting from feeling her boobs being massaged, moved her hand to her beloved’s padded crotch. Not much to her surprise, Kate found her wife’s pull-ups soggy and warm, no doubt Claire wet herself on purpose before going to bed just to be naughty and playful. This didn’t stop Kate from carefully rubbing the wet padding anyhow, thus Claire started to lustfully moan from the growing tingling in between her legs. Yet after a minute of bliss, Claire pulled back from her lover's lips and moved Kate’s hand away from her crotch. “Let’s not have too much fun just yet, we still have a whole day to ourselves to enjoy together,” Claire whispered into her wife’s ear with a hint of lust in her otherwise innocent voice. “Then tell me my love, what do you have planned for this special day?” Kate asked curious over the lust in her beloved’s voice. “Well first off, let's get out of bed already so we can get started,” Claire responded. Thus the two love birds finally left the comfort of their bed and began their day much like they normally would, Starting with Kate taking a quick shower. After bathing, Kate slipped on her standard white panties, grabbed a navy blue skirt, and wore a white collar polo over her bra. However as Kate sorted her favorite scarlet tie, she could hear her wife squeal in surprise. Walking into the kitchen Kate found Claire still wearing her wet pull-ups, reading the card she had placed on the table along with a vase of vibrant roses Kate had prepared the night before: “Your laugh, your smile, everything about you gave me the strength to get through my saddest days, knowing you were waiting for me. You’ve always been there for me, to give me love and joy beyond anything I could ever deserve. I can’t help but fall for you every day, and I wouldn’t give any of it up for the world. -Happy anniversary, your wife Kate.” Claire’s eyes welled up with tears as she turned to Kate smiling at her. Claire found herself speechless as she merged with Kate into a tender embrace. “I mean every word of it, I wouldn’t ever live a happy life without you in it,” Kate said. There they stayed in each other’s arms for a solid minute till Claire gave Kate a card of her own. It read: “You have been by my side ever since we were kids, giving me an amazing childhood. You even saved me from myself when I fell into depression in middle school. Then in high school I fell for you and confessed, fearing you would push me away like so many had done before, but instead you told me you had fallen for me too. You are the reason I’m still alive, you and all of the love you have given me all these years, and I'm grateful to be able to share another anniversary with you. -your loving partner Claire.” It was now Kate’s turn now to cry as she hugged her wife tighter. “I love you so much you know that?” Kate managed to say, choked by her emotions. “I love you too,” Claire responded, wiping tears from her eyes. Another minute was spent in a loving hug until Claire separated. “I’ll be right back sweetie, I’ve got to change myself before this soggy thing becomes uncomfortable,” Claire said, referring to her still wet pull-ups. After washing herself in the shower, Claire returned to the kitchen wearing her favorite flowery blouse and short shorts that partly showed off her clean colorful pull-ups. To her shock, she found Kate had made her a surprise breakfast: cheesy omelets full of Claire’s favorite spices for the both of them. “My oh my Honey, I thought you didn’t like to cook,” Claire uttered, stunned. “Only because I didn’t know how to, but I've been learning in secret so I could surprise you,” Kate told her. “Aw, you're full of surprises today aren’t you?” Claire teased. “You know it my dear, now let's eat before the food gets cold,” Kate said, setting the plates onto the table. Claire found her anniversary breakfast to be quite stellar for Kate’s official first time cooking, the eggs were fluffy and flavorful thanks to the well mixed blend of spices that were used. She gave her compliments to her chef/wife in earnest as Kate’s face lit up with accomplishment, thankful that her practicing paid off. After breakfast, the couple set off in their car to spend the whole day together by hitting the town. Claire had them visit a local car show first, knowing Kate would love seeing all of the vintage cars and motorcycles. Kate, being a knowledgeable mechanic at heart, admired all of the automobiles from the late 20th century with great excitement; especially a special 1960 Desoto Adventurer, designed to replicate a police vehicle from an old cartoon Kate knew from the 90’s. Seeing Kate geek over these machines made Claire giggle with joy, knowing her wife was having a great time. After the car show it was Kate’s turn as she brought her wife to a well known history museum that had just opened an exhibit of art made by Claire’s favorite painters and sculptors. Claire always wanted to enter art college ever since graduation, So Kate figured some inspiration was needed to help Claire go for her dream career. Kate herself smiled seeing her lover become lost in the beautiful landscapes that were hung on the walls of the museum. Lastly before this amazing day could bring back the night, Kate drove them both to the high hills overlooking the town from the north. There she and Claire walked to the hillside overlook, hands intertwined, as it was here that Kate mustered the courage to propose to Claire. Gazing onward at the gorgeous scenery before them, the couple relaxed in the comfort of each other as the sun began to set on the horizon. Within a few minutes the sky became overrun with beautiful red hues that complimented the emerald in Claire’s eyes. “You look just as beautiful now as you did when I proposed to you,” Kate told her beloved, stroking Claire’s wavy hair. “So do you my love, more so than the sunset,” Claire said as she rested her head on Kate’s shoulders. Half an hour later, the sun disappeared behind the rolling hills in the distance, thus the two ladies started their way back home. Once home Claire and Kate began cooking together for the first time in their relationship. It was quite messy considering Kate was still new to cooking in general, but they both had fun and laughed regardless as Claire guided her through the steps. Together they created a fantastic Chicken Cordon Bleu and paired with an excellent Stella Rosa wine that held a strong smell of fresh fruit. As they ate their delicious dinner and reminisced more loving memories, Claire noticed Kate acting a little skittish in her seat. Claire knew her wife too well, she needed to go to the bathroom. Normally both girls would go in their undergarments whenever the need came up at home, however seeing Kate try to hold it in without saying anything told Claire she was doing this on purpose. Kate was saving it up for her, funny considering Claire was doing the exact same thing, she had been holding her waste in for a few days. But Claire was determined to be as stoic as her beloved, so that they could poop together. It was one of their more naughty activities they would do together from time to time, but it was something they enjoyed together and that’s all that mattered. Still as the two of them finished their fulfilling dinner, Claire couldn’t resist the urge to tease Kate a little. She knew how to get Kate in the proper mood. Patiently she got up to rinse her empty plate, Kate followed with hers and both cleaned their plate with quick ease. “That was awesome, I wish I learned how to cook sooner so I could help you more,” Kate said. Claire turned to her wife with a warm smile, “Don’t sell yourself short, you have done great today both with breakfast and with dinner. You should be proud, I certainly am,” Claire said, supporting Kate’s hard work. Kate smiled back, “Aw thanks honey, I’m glad my practicing paid off.” Before she could say another word, Kate watched as Claire struck her padded butt out a little and noted a new yet familiar foul smell in the air. Kate’s heart began to beat faster as dirty thoughts filled her head. She had held in her shit ever since yesterday and now she could tell Claire had done the same. Seeing her wife tease her with her farts, Kate decided to play along. “My my, what a lovely stink I smell. I wonder where it came from,” Kate sarcastically pondered. Keeping her eyes on Claire, she saw that expression on her face she always makes when she is thinking or doing something nasty; that mischievous smirk of hers proudly displayed, betraying her otherwise innocent looking oceanic eyes. Kate was always the dirty minded of the two for the longest time. However Claire, despite being mostly an innocent sweetheart, always had a hidden other side that was just as dirty as Kate’s. “Could this smell be coming from my lovely wife’s behind?” Kate mused, lightly spanking Claire’s puffy rear. Claire was now getting excited as she released more silent gas from her butt to please Kate’s mock curiosity. Kate was greeted with more stink as she made her conclusion “Well well, my wife is farting after all, this could only mean one thing,” Kate inched closer and closer till her lips were up to Claire’s ear. “Does my darling lover need to make poopy in her pull-ups?” Kate whispered. Claire held her breath as Kate’s soft voice made her shiver with more excitement, yet still she admits to her need for the bathroom with a nod. “Good, cause I need to go potty too, so why don’t we?” Kate asked, knowing using baby-like phrases entices Claire’s arousal. This tactic worked as Claire could no longer hide her growing desire, lust, and desperation. “I-I want to watch you soil yourself. T-Then I want you to see me fill my pull-ups with my poo-poo,” Claire mustered to say lustfully. With that, the couple made their way into the bathroom and stripped each other down till they were wearing only their undergarments. “Do you want me to go first?” Kate asked, throwing their clothes to the side. “By all means,” Claire said, sitting down on the toilet lid. With her wife’s approval, Kate set herself right in front of Claire’s face. Presenting her ass to her lover, Kate began to push gas out of her body to prepare for the waste inside her. Claire happily inhaled through her nose the stink emanating from the cute butt in front of her. “BBLLLAARRTTT!!! BLLORRTT!!! FFRRT!!!” “Ew, stinky,” Claire joked. Hearing her wife enjoying the show so far, Kate continued her pushing until she felt something big and solid tug at her rectum. “It’s coming out hon,” Kate said with pleasure beginning to build within her. “Then what are you waiting for?” Claire asked her. One push later, a soft crackling and popping could be heard as a brown bulge began to form and swell inside Kate’s white panties. Warm firm poop steadily flowed into the growing pile of waste, collecting together making the bugle lumpy and heavy. Claire watched in awe as turd after turd entered her wife’s underwear, filling it up nicely and gently with a mesmerizing pace. Deep inside, Claire felt her horniness growing in conjunction with Kate’s mound of filth; Thus she began to rub her padded crotch vigorously as she continued to watch. Meanwhile Kate was also slowly touching herself as she felt more logs of shit plop into her poopy underwear. Each whiff of the stench from her own messy contents made Kate sink deeper into her personal pleasure. As both women bathed in their arousal, Kate’s butt kept loading more and more waste into the smelly brown bulge in her panties, forcing it to continue expanding heavy and full. The steamy logs of poop coiled and nestled together warmly and comfortably into the underwear’s ruined fabric, radiating with the stench of the ass from which it came. Kate could feel all of her turds hug her butt as her rectum began to expel the last of her sewage. One final fart announced the end of Kate’s impressive soiling, all to the excitement of Claire who had become full of sexual energy from what she had witnessed. With glee Claire didn’t hold back her desires as she leaned forward to grope her wife’s shitty underwear, making Kate gasp in a short burst of ecstasy. “Does it pleasure you when I play with your poopy panties?” Claire asked her dirty wife sensually, her voice now full with her lust as she fondled Kate’s grapefruit sized load. “Oh yes, you sexy vixen, I love feeling your hand mush and squish my panties full of poop,” Kate admitted as she panted heavily, she wasn’t used to Claire being so sexually dominant when it came to their filthy fun or sex life. However Kate found herself attracted to the idea of being submissive to her lover, just as equally as being the dominant figure in the relationship. Claire too wasn’t used to acting this way but found it just as fun as letting Kate lead their dance in a manner of speaking. However, the fun wasn’t over yet. “Good, cause now it’s my turn to have some dirty fun,” Claire told Kate. Turning around, Kate saw Claire shifting around to sit on the toilet backwards, with her padded butt facing itself onto Kate’s eyes. “Do I have your permission to fill my pull-ups?” Claire asked reverting back into a submissive role, as stinky farts began to erupt from her ass once again. “Yes my darling, let everything out. Your beloved desires nothing more than to watch you shit yourself,” Kate said, prepared to witness Claire's own dirty moment. “BBRRAAAPP!!! SSPPLLOORRCHHH!!!” Kate’s approval was all Claire needed to relax her rectum at last, feeling a satisfying wave of nasty waste gently flow out of her body into her awaiting easy-ups. A plump bulge formed in the back of the easy-ups as a soft mushy pile of crap settled into the padding without resistance. Kate always found herself amazed and turned on whenever Claire packed her pull-ups full, seeing the color brown overtake all other colors as the bulge grew was almost hypnotizing for her; especially with the turds already in her own underwear multiplying her horniness, making her play with her pussy more intensely. More and more Claire’s easy-ups became stuffed with warm shit and smelly gas, pushing Claire into total ecstasy. Once her mound of waste was equal to Kate’s size though, Claire sighed with relief as she stopped pooping. “How do my easy-ups look, honey?” Claire asked, still breathing deeply as she stood up. “They look as full as my panties,” Kate said as she grabbed Claire’s poopy pampered ass, “And it feels warm, soft, and sexy.” Claire moaned in delight, feeling Kate’s hand grope her dirty pull-ups, the soft mud-like mess inside sloshed and mushed around squelching audibly. Then Clair’s mischievous smirk returned to her face. “Then get ready for a surprise, cause I’m not done yet,” Claire revealed. “Wait what?” Kate stammered off guard. Before Kate could properly react to her wife’s trickery, Claire began pushing more foul soft waste into the mudslide already in her pull-ups. Kate watched the bulge of shit she was just squishing begin to fill with fresh mushy poop, her hand being slowly enveloped by the expanding mound it was touching through the brown padding. Kate’s horniness increased tremendously from feeling Claire’s mush swell like a balloon in her hand, thus she proceeded to keep fondling the ever growing bulge. However between Kate’s constant but gentle squishing, and Claire’s dirty ass still producing and expelling vast quantities of excrement, there was no more room left to fill in the tortured easy-ups. Inevitably a blowout occurred as muddy poop began oozing out of the side padding and flowed down Claire’s legs onto the bathroom tiles. This bothered neither ladies as they both continued their dirty fun unabated by the mess in progress. Eventually Claire was found completely empty of waste at last and became washed with the filthiest of satisfaction and lust, turning herself half way to look into Kate’s deeply heated eyes while keeping her massive mound of shit in her beloved’s view. “Now how is my mess honey?” Claire teased. Kate had no more words to give as her sexual desires took over, making her close the distance between them and answer her lover’s question with a deep kiss on Claire’s lips. As they merged their lips and tangled tongues, both used one hand to wrap around each other to play with the other’s filth, while the other hand dug into the other’s undergarments and fondled their throbbing soaked pussies with fanatic excitement. It didn’t take long for both women to reach the height of their pleasure as they intensely fucked each other still wearing heavily soiled and sagging panties and easy-ups. “K-K-Kate, I-I’m about t-to-” Claire could barely utter a word as her pleasure became too much and was about to explode. “S-So am I, l-let’s fi-f-f-finish th-this t-together!” Kate managed to say, losing control herself. The couple finally screamed being overrun in a ocean of sexual energies, just as their pussies suddenly exploded violently, soaking their lover’s dug in hands and their undergarments with a torrent of white hot liquid. Good thing the bathroom walls were thick, otherwise the neighbors might have heard the two screaming and climaxing. Five solid minutes passed before both women fully calmed down, still panting in deep breaths and drenched in sweat. “My god… That felt absolutely amazing,” Kate said. “Yeah, even better than our last anniversary’s messing,” Claire agreed. Looking at the mirror against the wall, Claire and Kate saw how much poop was in their undergarments. While Kate’s panties still had a large grapefruit size load snug inside it, Claire’s pull-ups had a bulge the size of a massive pineapple, with a lot of shit still oozing out onto the floor. “Yikes, you definitely overdone yourself didn’t you hon?” Kate said, reacting to Claire’s blowout. “Maybe, but it was totally worth it,” Claire smiled unashamedly. Kate couldn’t help but smile back at her dirty wife, as the two of them began removing their underwear and easy-ups to clean up. Claire stayed perfectly still as Kate used a lot of sanitary wipes to clean her wife’s legs, then she removed the shit on the floor as best she could with Claire’s help. As for their asses caked with poop, Claire started the shower so they could clean themselves thoroughly. They bathed each other with through precision and tons of soap as the sweat, filth, and sex juice washed away, while still enjoying each other’s company. Afterwards they threw away their ruined panties and pull-ups into the bathroom’s trash and went into bed wearing clean undergarments and simple pajamas. “Thank you for this amazing anniversary, I had a ton of fun today,” Claire told Kate as they settled in their covers. “No thank you, not only for today but for the wonderful years we’ve spent together,” Kate responded, wrapping herself around Claire’s body. “Aw honey, you know I wouldn't give any of this up for anything,” Claire said, hugging back. “It’s been a crazy couple of years so far, hasn't it? All the fun we’ve had together playing fun games, laughing at dumb jokes-” Kate said before Claire interrupted. “Pooping our pants and fucking each other raw,” she added with that naughty smirk on her face. Both giggled at the notion of their more intimate activities. “Yes, even that stuff, it just makes me more excited for what our future has in store for us,” Kate admitted. “I do have one question though,” Claire thought out loud. “Yeah?” Kate inquired. “How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?” Claire asked. Kate answered that question with a tender soft kiss, not of lust or desire, but of genuine love and affection for her wife. “Well you are the cutest, kindest, and dirtiest girl I know. How was I not supposed to fall in love with you?” Kate answered, pulling away from Claire’s lips. “Funny, I thought the same about you,” Claire told Kate, pulling her back into the kiss for another full minute. Parting again they looked deep into their eyes. “I love you,” Claire said. “I love you too,” Kate responded. Now the two love birds settled in their embrace as they slowly fell asleep, eager for the amazing future memories that laid ahead. No doubt there will be hard times and dark days, as there always have been before, but they knew their love and joy would lead them through even the greatest challenges together. But for now, they remain grateful for all the happy, sad, and even messy days they’ve been through so far. Their love will remain unbreakable all the way to their next naughty anniversary and beyond. The End. Author's Note: Hello there, sorry for the long silence my friends. As you can see this was a long one and I didn't want to split this story up into parts like the others. Still this was an interesting and fun challenge for me. I'm also happy I got this out the door before pride month ended, I wasn't intending this to be for pride, but I figured it would be nice to get this story done this month. Not to mention getting this finished and published a full day before my Name Day. So I hope all of you enjoy yourselves and your loving partners regardless of your sexual orientation or gender. By the way, if you know the cartoon I'm referencing with the 1960 Desoto Adventurer, you are as awesome as the wacky dynamic duo that ride that hot rod. Anyway, the Emperor protects, and love has no labels.

A/N: This story will include sex/masturbation from BOTH SEXES!! At the top of each section I will include a warning if there is sex, and if it includes men in detail, and there will be ** next to the paragraph(s) that include it so it can be skipped if wanted. ALSO this is completely fictional and a fantasy! Please don’t do this to real hotels, speaking as someone who works in one, our housekeepers don’t want to clean up after this! I chew my lip as a nervous habit, and right now, it’s swollen. I signed up online, months ago, for a “special getaway” to a hotel in Florida that is hosting a VIP Event. I never thought I’d get chosen to attend, and once I saw that I was I immediately put down the deposit. It was a bit expensive, but that’s to be expected for an event of this nature. Heavy discretion, clean up, and set up. I close my suitcase full of sundresses, bathing suits, panties, and casual clothes and head to the airport. the plane ride was mostly uneventful, though by the end I was feeling a need to pee. Not urgent at all, as it was only a three hour plane ride, but a nice, comfortable urge. I pulled my skirt down a bit as I stood and adjusted my white blouse, exiting the plane. As I waited for my luggage, I squeezed my legs together as my Arousal rose higher. I was finally going to get to indulge in my “interests” with other people, and maybe find someone I can share it with forever. How many people would attend? How much of the hotel can we use? My brain spun as I thought of all Possibilities, and between my legs got more and more wet by the second. the hotel was a forty five minute drive from the airport, and as I waited for my Uber my need got slightly more dire. I bounced my leg as I waited on the bench, enjoying the warm Florida air. I sipped on my Dr. pepper as I sat, hoping it would add to my urge. Soon enough, my Uber arrived and I entered, greeting the driver and turning my attention to my phone. Part of the instructions were to let the hosts know we were driving there, so I let them know I was about 45 minutes out. “What brings you to Florida?” My driver smiled at me in the mirror, a handsome man probably mid twenties. He had dark hair that matched his eyes, and a beard that brought out his white smile. “I’m here for a special event with some.. friends.” Hopefully, we’d be friends by the end. If not more. He nodded and smiled again, as you do in a customer service position. “Well, I hope you have fun. I will also be staying at this hotel for a while. Just finishing up my shift first.” Our eyes met in the rear view mirror again as my clit gained a heartbeat. It had been so long since I last felt the touch of a man on me, and to have the buildup of whatever wet activities we wanted beforehand… ”What made you want to come?” He asked and I bit my lip. You. “Oh, god, everything.” I gushed, and felt this face heat up at how excitable I sounded. “I wanted to find people like me. And do it. Freely.” his smirk killed me, and I added him to a mental list of people I needed to get to know more intimately before the trip was over. “Me too. I wanted to be able to just. Go fucking wild, yknow?” **oh, I knew. I knew I wanted him, and I wanted to pee. Not in a toilet, but in his lap. I bit down on my lip and squeezed my thighs together again, both out of a rising desperation, and to her just any friction between my legs. I fantasized about my Uber driver, straddling him and having his hands all over me as we kissed. I’d grind myself into him, my pink tennis skirt falling just past my ass, pretty white panties with lace, feaux innocence. He’d suck on my neck and I’d moan, leaking into my panties barely enough to show a stain. Moving against each other, my legs unable to close, eventually I’d lose control and wet on his cock, my panties turning see through and his jeans darkening with my piss. I’d feel him harden underneath me even more as I wet us both, my skirt getting weighed down on the edges that my pee touched. When I finished, my warm pee having soaked us both, he’d slide my wet panties to the side and I’d ride him, his piss covered cock slamming into me. My wet skirt would slap against my ass as I bounced on him, releasing a little more as i always do minutes later onto us both. Eventually, he’d cum in me, creating another hot mess id love to have. I swallowed, hard, trying to compose myself to answer. “Yeah. I get it.” I wanted to talk to him more, but I also didn’t want to come off as too forward. I didn’t know how up front to be, or who would be okay with what, and as of right now, he’s still my uber driver. Hopefully later, he would be a hot fuck session, but for now I had to respect him and try to be professional. “so, are you open to sex with the people here?” well, if he’s going to start the conversations, it would be rude not to answer. “Yes, are you?” God, I wanted him to say yes. My bladder was full now, I’d have used the bathroom twenty minutes ago if these were normal circumstances. But, they most definitely were not. He nodded, eyeing me in the mirror. “I most definitely am. Hoping for it, actually.” I could have came right there, between the anxiety-arousal surrounding being so desperate so far from a toilet, the anticipation of the events at the hotel, and the idea of fucking someone, ANYONE who longed for this like I did. “How much farther?” I put a hand between my legs, pressing against my crotch. I did my best not to actively touch myself in this strangers car, but the bumps in the road and how horny and desperate i was made it difficult to deny the temptations. “I really have to pee.” ”oh honey that’s not even fair.” He half laughed at me, leaning back casually to drive with one hand. “I still have a few more hours before I get to see you do that, don’t tease me.” ”I can show you plenty later, I promise.” I couldn’t help but rub myself a little under my skirt. It did help a bit with the desperation, as well, which only worsened with each passing second. “But really, how close are we?” he glanced down at his phone gps. “Five minutes. Think you can hold it?” I laughed, which made me have to press down harder on my crotch. “Yes, I can, trust me. I’ve been much worse off before.” ”you can tell me about those times later, in my room.” He paused. “Your name is Abigail, correct? That’s who it said the Uber was for.” ”yes, and I’m sorry I don’t remember your name.” ”it’s alright. It’s Ethan, I’m sure you’ll be screaming it later, so it’s good to know.” The Uber stopped before the hotel as he finished those promising words, and I almost didn’t have the strength to stand. “Promise?” ”id never lie to a pretty woman.” and with that, I edited the Uber, and looked up at my accommodations for the next few weeks. A gorgeous glass building with green gardens, and a lovely overhang. I saw pools to either side, and knew there was a beach behind it. I entered the doors to a beautiful lobby as well, with marble floors and a waterfall in the center. Signs stating “Omorashi Festival” with pamphlets below were plentiful, along with “21+ signs. I approached the front desk where quickly, the young woman in a black dress asked for my name. “Abigail Evans. For the festival.” she smiled tightly as she typed into the computer. “Welcome, Miss Evans. May I see a ID please?” I danced slightly as I bent down into my luggage for my wallet, my need now urgent. I found my drivers license quickly and handed it to her, trying to be discreet about my need. Then I realized, I don’t have to be here. I shoved a hand between my legs, waiting for my license back. the girl looked at me, handing my my license and a small packet, along with a bigger one. “The small packet has keys and drink vouchers. The big packet is a consent form work rules, please fill it out and return it to me before participating. Would you like to know where the restrooms are?” I grinned as I looked into her eyes, shaking my head. “No, thank you. I won’t be needing them.” END OF CHAPTER ONE! I hope you all like the premise of this! Please let me know if you have any feedback/requests!!

Chapter 2 of my story about Jordan and her friends, I decided to upload this separately since this chapter features a sex scene and I wanted to add that warning. Check out my Patreon for more stories like this and my twitter account @OmoFan5 for captions and other omo content! Jordan knew college would be a time for experimentation and new experiences, but she never could’ve imagined this. “Ugh, I need to pee so bad, I’m almost jealous of you Jordan.” Her friend and roommate in the front seat Grace joked. “Well, did you bring any extras?” Jordan’s other friend who was driving, Will, asked. “I thought you did! Well, looks like you better make that one last until we get back home.” Grace turned around to look at her friend. An outside observer would probably have no clue what they were talking about, if you looked at Jordan you would just see a tall, athletic, brunette young woman wearing a baby blue hoodie, and a white tennis skirt. But it was what she had on underneath the skirt that made her blush at her friend's sentence. “It’s fine, I’m still dry.” Jordan told the two in the front, who then congratulated her for that, which made her blush even harder. Jordan was wearing a pull-up, for the past two months now she had worn them regularly, with support and encouragement from her roommate Grace and her new boyfriend Will. Jordan had become fond of the feeling of a wet pull-up, and she knew both her friend and boyfriend enjoyed her “accidents” as well. “Well if she’s still dry maybe she can take it off and give it to you.” Will joked. “What! Then I’ll have nothing else underneath!” Jordan protested. “Yeah, but I’m sure that’s what he wants, the perv.” Grace teased, causing Will to just shrug his shoulders. “Besides, I can hold it.” “Are you trying to say I can’t?” Jordan asked. “I mean…” Will began, causing them to all start laughing. “Wait, don't make me laugh, I'm actually about to pee,” Grace said. “Wait, we're here finally, thank God.” Jordan looked out the front window to see they arrived at a gravel parking lot. The three of them planned to do a quick hike then a picnic, they decided to do this during the afternoon on a school day so there wouldn’t be that many people present, and they were indeed the only car in the lot. Will knew the trail, and he’d be the one leading the way. “C'mon let’s get the stuff out of the car.” Will told them, popping the trunk and unlocking the doors. Once she stood up Jordan felt a pressure in her bladder she hadn’t felt while sitting in the car. She would need to pee soon too. When she went around to the trunk to help get out the things for the picnic they were having later, she saw Grace dancing around dramatically. Standing must’ve made her need to go worse too. Grace was blonde, paler, and a bit shorter than Jordan, but she was in good shape as well and she had thicker thighs and a rounder butt than her roommate. She was wearing a hoodie as well, but it was a black zip up one, and she had on a pair of jean shorts that she had both hands firmly clamped between. “What’s wrong Grace? Are you going to have an accident?” Jordan enjoyed seeing her roommate desperate to pee for a change, and it wasn’t often she got to tease someone else for their desperation. “Nah, I could hold it longer probably, I’m just really really REALLY full.” Grace said, still dancing around. Jordan noticed Will watching Grace, staring at her legs and ass as she moved them every which way. But this didn’t make her jealous, she actually sort of liked it. Jordan couldn’t really tell you what sort of relationship the three of them had, but whatever it was it was fun. “Well let’s get going then, the site is like a thirty minute walk.” Will said, before walking into the woods leading the way. Even though they were pretty sure they were the only ones there, Grace wanted to be further into the woods before she peed. Jordan walked behind her, watching her bounce and sway as she took small steps. Grace kept complaining and whining about her desperation, but Jordan kept quiet about hers. She could’ve gone at any time, but she would have to stop walking and that would make it extremely obvious what she was doing. Also she didn’t want to use the pull-up too soon, since it was the only one they had and she had nothing to change into if she soaked it. As the group came up along a small creek, the running water seemed to have pushed Grace to her limit. “Oh fuck I need to piss, okay I’m gonna go.” Jordan and Will both watched as Grace unzipped the fly on her shorts, quickly pulling them down as she squatted close to the ground. She used one hand to brace herself against a tree behind her, and the other hand to pull her shorts and panties up out of the way. This gave Jordan and Will a clear sight of her pussy, slightly glistening with a few thin blonde hairs around it. Jordan looked over at will and saw him staring, again, she didn’t feel jealous at all, and was in fact excited at the growing bulge in his shorts. But even more exciting was the sight in front of her. Jordan looked back at her best friend's pussy, she saw it quiver, and then a strong, clear stream burst forth from between her lips. Grace sighed and looked up to the sky as the piss cascaded out of her furiously, the stream hitting the ground beneath her sounded louder than the creek they were standing by. This sight, these noises, were all too much for Jordan in the moment. She was still staring at Grace’s stream, but she began to feel the piss trickle out of her into her diaper. She spread her legs slightly and she gave up control to fully wet her diaper. She was used to the feeling by now, the warm softness snuggled up against her skin. Usually Grace or Will could tell when she was using her pull-up, but they were both too distracted to notice right now. Will was still staring at Grace as her stream died down. Grace sighed again, before standing up slightly, shaking her butt to get rid of any extra drops still left on her, and pulling her pants and panties back up. “That’s so much better, it’s been a while since I peed in the woods. It’s fun!” Grace told them. Jordan finished her pee about the same time that Grace did. It wasn’t that much, she could probably use the pull-up again if she needed to. Still, the thought of her being wet and Grace and Will not knowing was exciting her for some reason. “Are we close to the spot?” Grace asked Will, he seemed to snap out of a trance he’d been in ever since she first pulled her shorts down. “What- oh uh it’s a little bit further down.” Will said before blushing. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Grace pee, again the relationship between the three of them was a bit odd, but he obviously still enjoyed it a lot. Will led the girls into a clearing in the woods, there was soft grass and wildflowers all around them. “Wow, this is really nice.” Grace said. “Yeah, I always wanted to come here with…someone…” Will told them. “Well, can we get the food out? I’m starving!” Jordan asked. The three of them laid out and enjoyed the lunch Jordan had made for them, it wasn’t anything fancy, just sandwiches, fruits, cheese, and crackers. And of course they drank water, and of course Jordan felt her bladder fill up, but she wasn’t the only one. “Be right back, I’m gonna go pee.” Will sat up and said. “Oh! I want to watch!” Grace told him. “Yeah me too!” Jordan agreed. Will had a shocked look on his face, then he blushed. “Uh.. okay… well I guess I can just do it right here then?” He replied. “Wait! I have a better idea!” Grace said before crawling over to Jordan. Jordan was just laying on her front, and had no idea what her friend was planning to do, until Grace flipped up Jordan’s skirt and revealed her still slightly damp pull-ups. “Wait, did you use this without telling us?” Grace asked. “I mean yeah? What do I have to ask permission?” Jordan responded. “I like that idea, but not now,” Grace told her before turning to Will who was obviously enjoying the sight of Jordan’s wet diapered bottom, “I want you to use her diaper.” “What?!?” Will and Jordan said in unison. “Sit up Jordan, I’m going to open up the front of your pull-up and Will is going to pee into it, c'mon it will be fun.” Jordan and Will both blushed, but they both agreed, it did sound fun. So Jordan got on her knees, her skirt just kept getting in the way so she and Grace decided to just take it off completely. Grace knelt behind her, and reached between Jordan’s legs and rubbed the soft wet material of the diaper, getting a low moan out of her friend. “Okay, you ready Will?” Grace asked. Will gulped and nodded, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was partially hard, from all the teasing the girls had put him through, but still not fully due to his desperate need to piss. Grace grabbed the waistband of Jordan’s pull-ups and pulled them forward to reveal the slightly yellow tinged interior of the diapers. Will closed his eyes, took a deep sign, and then a golden arch emerged from the tip of his cock. Grace laughed and Jordan gasped as the hot liquid made contact with her skin. He was basically pissing on Jordan, and letting the piss run down off her skin into the diaper. Will opened his eyes to this sight, the two hottest girls he knew looking up at him as he pissed on one of them. Then, Jordan felt the piss that was in her bladder start to make its way out of her, and she let it. She sighed again as her piss began to flow into the already saturated material. The warmth and wetness of all of it pressed against her was incredible. Will’s stream was dying down and the last few trickles hit the ground beneath him as he shook them off. But Jordan’s piss kept roaring into her pull-up, even though it was never designed to hold this much liquid. It was already leaking out of the sides and down her legs but she didn’t care, the pleasure was incredible. “Wow, this thing is soaked!” Grace said as she pressed it up against Jordan, Jordan didn’t respond, she just shut her eyes and sat down into Grace’s hand, grinding her clit against the soft, squishy pull-up. It was so saturated that it was basically falling off of Jordan’s body, and Grace’s hand was the only thing keeping it up. “I guess you’re enjoying this huh?” Grace said. Jordan opened her eyes and looked up at Will, who was still standing over them with his cock in his hand. Only now it was fully hard, and he was clearly stroking it. “Oh uh sorry I just-” Will stammered before being cut off by Jordan. “Don’t be sorry, it’s hot as fuck.” Jordan moaned as she kept grinding against Grace’s hand, completely losing all shame and focusing solely on increasing her pleasure. Her encouragement seemed to have an effect on Will, as the head of his cock began leaking again, this time with pre-cum. “You guys should help each other out Jordan, why don’t you take this off?” Grace pressed up into the soggy pull-up again causing Jordan to whine. Then she removed her hand and tugged on the waistband. “C’mon I want to watch you two fuck.” Jordan and Will locked eyes, Will looked too nervous to say anything but Jordan could tell how badly he wanted it, and she did too. Still keeping eye contact, she laid back into Jordan’s lap and nodded. Will took this chance to kneel down as well, cock still poking through the fly in his shorts as he hooked his fingers around Jordan’s pull-ups and tugged them off. Now, Jordan was lying in her roommates arms in the middle of the woods, completely bottomless and covered in her and the boy who’s about to fuck her’s piss. Will took off his shorts and got between Jordan’s legs. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit, and both of them moaned, until Jordan was cut off unexpectedly by a kiss from Grace. When she pulled back they were both in shock and out of breath. “I’m sorry this is just so hot.” Grace told them. “Just fuck her already Will.” Will took that cue to finally slip the tip of his cock inside of Jordan. They both groaned, until Grace told Will to kiss her. Will tried to get closer to Grace in order to do this, and doing so he pushed himself deeper into Jordan. This caused her to moan incredibly loud, so loud in fact that Grace put her hand over her friend's mouth as she continued to kiss Will. “Geez you sound like a pornstar,” Grace said as she broke the kiss. “Fuck her like one Will.” Will locked eyes with Jordan again, both of them sweaty and panting, before Will dipped his head down and they locked their mouths in a deep passionate kiss, as Will continued to thrust his hips in and out of Jordan. Her legs rising up around his torso, Grace, not wanting to be fully left out of the action, started to grope her friend's tits underneath her shirt. Jordan continued to moan, but they were being muffled by Will’s mouth. As they kept getting louder, Grace rubbed and pinched Jordan’s nipple with her hand. “I think she’s about to cum, keep it up.” She instructed Will, this caused Will to pick up the pace, and Jordan was lost in ecstasy. She couldn’t hold back anymore, she could only moan words of encouragement, urging Will to continue as the wave of pleasure finally reached its crest. Then it broke, and she felt her orgasm rock through her body, the most intense one of her life. She shook with pleasure, her bladder released the little bit of piss still in it and the warmth wrapped around Will’s cock. This took him to his limit too, and Grace felt more warmth squirt inside of her. Will removed himself from Jordan and rolled over to collapse on the ground next to the girls. “Holy fuck.” he said. “That was…. Shit I’m sorry I came inside you.” Will said, bolting upright in fear. “It’s okay she’s on the pill.” Grace spoke for her friend, Jordan was exhausted, lying in her friend's lap in pure bliss. “Looks like you did a good job.” “Yeah.. you did…” Jordan confirmed. “Thank you, both of you, you guys are amazing.” “Thank you!” Will blurted out, “You too Grace, this is like… wow.” “Okay you two, clean yourselves up.” Grace chuckled, before picking up Jordan’s skirt and soaking wet pull-up. “Actually Jordan I don’t know how we’re gonna clean you up, or what you’re going to wear under your skirt.” “Oh it’s fine, I don’t need anything else underneath.” Jordan yawned. “Let’s get going, I’m exhausted.” “I bet you are, let's get going so we can go to bed.” Grace winked at Will.

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Hi everyone, I’m still slowly writing this story, sorry it has taken me so long to finish the next chapter! In case you missed them: Part 1 - the interview Part 2 - the first day Here is part three. Warning: contains nudity and lesbian sex ———————————— “Life drawing class. Come desperate.” That’s what the message had said. Alice was becoming accustomed to unusual requests and situations where her bladder control was stretched right to the limit. This sounded relatively… normal? ‘Probably be a weird twist to it somewhere’ she thought as she pulled white panties over her smooth thighs and nestled them against her already damp crotch. That was another thing she was becoming accustomed to. As soon as a message came through, her mind would race about the incredible, intense feeling of being utterly bursting to pee and desperately clinging on, shaking with the pleasure and effort. Several times she had lost control on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm and just thinking about it made her tingle with excitement. Over her panties she pulled a pair of jeans, threw on a bra which matched the panties and a t-shirt and finished her third beer. Her bladder was sending signals already. Better get a move on. By the time she arrived at the Omobar, she was tapping her foot and her tight jeans were digging in to her bladder. Alice took the elevator down to the executive changing rooms and discovered that Rachel was already there. Alice was the most attracted to, and also most intimidated by Rachel of all the girls working at Omobar. She had a smouldering look and a voice that always sounded like she was going to pounce on you and rip your clothes off with her teeth. “Evening gorgeous” she purred. Alice felt her pussy get a little wetter. “What have we got in store today?” “We will be working very closely together I think” Rachel winked and Alice felt a little flutter in her chest and a bigger flutter in her bladder. She crossed her legs. “Oh really?” Often the girls were booked by separate groups so it seemed like the thing Rachel was suggesting would be slightly unusual. “In what way?” “Life drawing. Simple as that. The clients want two desperate models, trying to hold their pee whilst holding a pose.” Rachel looked incredible. How could one woman look so sexy all the time? Alice stared at the blonde, mentally running her hands over those smooth curves, maybe taking a nipple in her mouth, maybe slipping her hand into Rachel’s panties. Her bladder brought her back with a jolt. She quickly grabbed her crotch for a moment to regain control. Got it felt good. “So we’re both posing together?” Alice asked, removing her hand with reluctance. “They have a bunch of different ideas I think.” Rachel bounced up and down a couple of times “God I hope they are quick though, I went a bit too hard on the drinks and I really need a wee. It’s making me horny as fuck!” Alice took a shuddering breath. “Me too. Beer always hits me quick.” She took a step towards Rachel. The girls stared at each other for a few seconds, just a few inches apart. Rachel reached her hand forwards and it brushed Alice’s stomach, who winced and pushed her legs together tighter, not breaking eye contact. Rachel took Alice’s hand and pressed it gently against her bladder. It was as hard as a rock. Images of Rachel being unable to hold this cascade of pee any longer flashed through Alice’s mind, causing her crotch to get even wetter. This woman was holding a huge amount of pee already. Alice caught herself thinking wild thoughts about burying her face in Rachel’s desperate pussy, tasting juices and pee and… Alice’s breathing was getting faster. As her concentration left her bladder her pee was pushing with more force. She was stepping from foot to foot, twisting her legs together and trying to pull her mind away from Rachel’s vagina. Suddenly, as if she was reading Alice’s mind, Rachel started sliding Alice’s hand lower. Alice felt her fingers brushing the waistband of Rachel’s jeans, then traveling slowly inside. She felt the lace of her panties, and still Rachel slowly pushed her hand lower. A brush of coarse and neatly trimmed hair, still lower. Alice felt the wetness. It coated the inside of Rachel’s panties, her clit, labia and everywhere else. Alice could barely contain her pee. Her excitement and arousal was peaking and her bladder control was weakening fast. A dribble escaped, and Alice took her other hand and jammed it into her crotch. She was on the verge of losing control, but couldn’t bring herself to pull away from Rachel’s intense stare, heavy breathing, rock hard bladder and soaking wet panties. So the women stayed there for a few seconds. Alice’s hand inside Rachel’s panties and outside her own. Both girls squirming and trying to keep pee inside them. Alice bent her middle finger slightly and felt is slide effortlessly over the slippery folds of Rachel’s labia. Rachel took a shuddering breath. The finger brushed Rachel’s clit, swollen and begging for attention. Rachel let out a little moan, still not breaking eye contact. Suddenly, Rachel’s eyes closed in concentration and Alice felt a hot spray of pee hit her fingers and heard the momentary hiss. “Aaarrrhhh” Rachel growled, pulling away and putting both hands in her crotch. “I can’t control myself around you” she smiled a mischevious smile. “I’ll get you for that.” She closed her eyes, regained her composure and, after ten seconds or so, removed her hands. There was a wet patch on her jeans. “Better get naked then” she breathed, and did exactly that. Alice watched as jeans and panties slid down over smooth thighs, spreading the wetness from Rachel’s crotch to the inside of her thighs. Her pussy glistened in the warm light. Rachel pulled her top and bra off in one motion, giving Alice a head on view of her beautiful breasts. “Your turn” she said to Alice, lifting one leg and squirming her curvy hips desperately. Alice followed suit and soon both women were standing there nude, legs crossed, bent slightly at the waist. “Showtime” smiled Alice, and they pushed open the doors and headed into the bar. Inside there was a central podium, raised slightly, with several spotlights illuminating it. Around the edge were eight people, 5 men and three women as far as Alice could tell, with easels, paints, charcoal and all kinds of other artistic paraphernalia. A commanding woman stood in the centre of the podium, beckoning them over. She was talking at them before they even arrived. “The point of this class is for us to draw the human body in multiple positions whilst the bladder is full. We are studying the location of the organs and how they can be viewed externally and so we need to see your bladders bulge outwards as much as possible.” She raised an eyebrow at Alice who was stepping from foot to foot rapidly, trying to hold her pee. “And you must keep still, or we can’t draw you properly” Alice felt a moment of fear. Keep still? Pee was about to burst out of her and moving around was the only thing holding it in! She nodded and thrust her hand into her crotch, forcing her legs to stop shaking. She had momentarily forgotten how incredibly wet she was, but her hand confirmed that she had got, if anything, even wetter. “None of that either” the woman said scornfully. “You’re naked for a reason, we need to be able to see… all of you” Alice nodded again, and clenched her bladder shut with all her strength. No moving and no holding. How was she supposed to stop herself peeing everywhere? Her pee burned to come out, her bladder was pulsing with the beat of her heart and yet she held on. The woman was telling them where and how to pose. “Legs apart, hold your hands together above your head. You!” The woman pointed at Alice. “Over here, facing her, same position” Alice stood where instructed, put her hands above her head with her fingers clasped together. It stretched her bladder and she raised her knee slightly as her pee tried to escape. She felt a slap on her inner thigh as the woman pushed her legs apart. ‘Fuck me I am desperate now’ Alice thought to herself. The woman sat down in the circle and Alice heard some rattling of pencils or charcoals or something as the artists began their work. She forced herself to breathe slowly. To just take it one minute at a time. The intensity of the stretched position, the pounding of her bladder and the complete exposure of her naked form was making her heart beat faster and her fingers tingle with excitement. All she could think about was how desperately her body needed to pee. ‘If I don’t distract myself with something, I’m going to explode’ she thought to herself. Luckily, the perfect distraction was right in front of her. Rachel’s dark nipples were pointing straight at Alice. Alice’s eyes feasted on the soft curve of Rachel’s breasts, the smooth, flat stomach, stretched longer by the pose, curving down over a huge bladder bulge to a patch of dark blonde, nearly trimmed hair. The hair stopped at the edge of a glistening slit, lips bulging slightly with arousal. Rachel’s legs were the perfect distance apart to reveal her wetness as it slowly trickled down her left thigh. Alice imagined taking her tongue and slowly licking over that beautiful pussy, hard enough to taste the juices but soft enough to just be teasing. She imagined Rachel being unable to hold the flood back any more and pee exploding into her mouth as the blonde desperately tried to stop it coming out. “Stop moving” the woman’s voice was sharp and reprimanding. Alice realised she was grinding her hips, her clit searching for some stimulation and her pee hole searching for something to help its exhausted muscles. Alice wasn’t sure which was a more desperate need. With an enormous effort, she forced herself to stand still again and brought her focus back above Rachel’s waist. Her chest was heaving, breasts moving up and down with the rhythm. With a little shock, Alice realised that Rachel was looking right at her, not breaking eye contact for a moment. Her beautiful big eyes staring right into Alice’s dirtiest thoughts. Rachel was shaking slightly, biting her bottom lip. Every minute or so, her brow would furrow and her eyes would squint slightly as she fought back wave after wave of frantic desperation. Alice estimated that about 30 minutes had passed since the encounter in the changing room. Rachel’s bladder had been rock solid then and she had needed to grab herself to stop peeing after Alice touched her. Had she said what she had been drinking? Alice couldn’t remember but if Rachel had been that desperate half an hour ago, she must be utterly frantic now. Some minutes later, both girls were on the verge of losing control. Both were shaking, neither could stop grinding their hips and at one point Alice had even had to break the pose for a second to grab herself as she almost lost control. The whole time, neither girl had broken eye contact. This time it was Rachel’s turn to almost lose it. “No” she said quickly and quietly as both her hands dove for her crotch. Alice broke eye contact and stared. The river of liquid from Rachel’s crotch had progressed from her upper thigh to half-way down, and both of her thighs glistened with moisture. Shuddering and panting, Rachel brought it under control again and raised her hands back above her head. Alice saw a worried look in her eyes, but also an orgasmic weakness like she was on the verge of coming. The woman’s voice snapped Alice out of her dreams again. “Ok, you can stop now.” Alice’s bladder seemed to double in pressure as her brain relaxed her muscles. Was this the end? She grabbed her crotch with all her might, twisting her legs together and grinding her fingers into her pee hole. She couldn’t believe how slippery her crotch was, she could barely grip on to anything. “Fuck fuck fuck can we pee now?” Rachel was sitting on her heel, grinding it forcefully between her legs, whilst scissoring them together and apart, together and apart. “Of course not, it’s only been an hour” the woman looked incredulous. An hour? It felt like three. Alice was on the very very edge of control as every other part of her body tried to push the pee out past her hands. “The second pose. You.” She pointed at Alice. “Lie here.” Alice did as she was told and lay down in the centre of the circle on her back, hands frantically trying to apply enough pressure to her crotch to stop the flood. The weight of her bladder intensified as gravity pulled it downwards. She whimpered slightly but bit her lip. If only she wasn’t so incredibly wet she’d be able to hold on a bit better. It felt incredible having her hands there, pushing against her pulsating clit. She felt her muscles go weak with excitement, pleasure and pain. “You, put your knees here” the woman slapped the ground by Alice’s ears, “your hands here,” she slapped the ground again, either side of Alice’s butt, “and your face here,” Alice’s inner thigh. Rachel tentatively obeyed, rising slowly off her heel and quickly putting her hands in her crotch as a replacement. She was taking enormous care not to jolt her tortured bladder. Her smooth thigh moved over Alice’s head, suspending her hands and crotch, glistening with pee and her juices, directly above Alice’s face. “I’m going to need you to help me hold this” Rachel whispered, flicking her tongue out for a tiny moment. Slowly she took three deep breaths and removed her hands, revealing a swollen, soaking wet pussy which was clearly straining with effort. Rachel put her head between Alice’s legs and Alice felt her blonde hair tickle the inside of her thighs and the backs of her hands, which were still clinging to her crotch. “Your hands go here” the woman said abruptly, slapping Rachel’s hips. At the exact moment of the slap, Rachel gasped and a jet of pee squirted forcefully out of her pee hole, which was just inches from Alice’s face, hitting Alice on the forehead. Instinctively, Alice shoved a hand against the source of the squirt, leaving her with one hand in her own crotch and one on Rachel’s who was desperately shaking and grinding trying to hold back the flood. Rachel’s pussy felt incredible. Warm, soft, so wet it felt like satin. Alice could feel the bump of her swollen clit against her palm and the clenching of her pelvic floor muscles in her fingertips as she tried to hold on. “Are you quite ready?” Disdain again from the woman. “Mmh hmm” Rachel grunted in acknowledgement. Alice took both her hands, each one wet with different juices, and placed them on Rachel’s hips as instructed. Rachel’s hair tickled her crotch in a way that was almost impossible to bear. It partly felt like pee flowing out of her, making her bladder scream even louder, and partly like the gentlest of touches, sending her into a wild frenzy of arousal. But the most arousing thing Alice had ever seen was suspended just above her face. Rachel’s legs were open and her pussy lips slightly parted. Alice could smell a mixture of pee and hot juices and feel the heat radiating from the poor tortured crotch. Rachel was so wet she was dripping onto Alice’s chin. She was frantically grinding back and forth, like her pussy was searching for anything that could help its terrible pressure, but it found nothing. Alice was in her own world of desperation. It felt like the whole world was trying to push its way out of her pee hole. She wanted desperately to clamp her legs together but Rachel’s head stopped that. A particularly strong wave hit. Alice could feel it coming. She wiggled her hips and pushed her crotch up and down, squeezing her muscles as tightly as possible bit it wasn’t enough. A trickle made its way out of her, running down into her crack and on to the floor. She whimpered again. The flood was coming and without any help, she couldn’t stop it. Another trickle. Frantic wiggling, squeezing, breathing hard. A spurt. And then… Just as the unstoppable flood pushed Alice beyond her breaking point, something warm pressed itself against her crotch, locking the pee in her bladder for a little longer. It flicked her clit and fireworks shot through Alice’s body. Her hands went numb and her legs started to shake. Rachel’s tongue lapped up and down her slit, teasing, stroking her clit, pressing hard on her pee hole every few seconds just as Alice felt herself losing control. Alice was on the verge of peeing and the very edge of orgasm simultaneously, but Rachel’s skillful tongue knew exactly how to keep both just a tiny bit out of reach. Drip, drip. Rachel’s juices were flowing even faster now, together with a tiny rivulet of pee which had emerged from the poor girl’s tortured urethra. Rachel subtly widened her thighs, lowering her pussy on to Alice’s face just as a hot spurt of pee shot out of her again. “Help” Rachel begged. Alice didn’t need any more than that. She clamped her mouth on to the straining pussy, tasting the metallic tang of the juices and the faint acidity of diluted pee. The taste drove Alice further and deeper into her sexual haze. She didn’t know where Rachel ended and her mouth began. Her bladder was pounding and her clit was sending electric shocks through her body as Rachel lapped at her pussy. Alice was lost. The sharp pain in her bladder had migrated all the way to the very tip of her pee hole. The pleasure in her clit was making her whole body shake violently. She was having trouble concentrating on what her own mouth was doing. “Please help” Rachel begged again and Alice realised she had been focusing on her own crotch too much and was barely moving her tongue on Rachel’s pussy. Rachel was trying desperately to hump Alice’s face to keep her pee inside but it was leaking out regularly. Alice buried her face between Rachel’s thighs with renewed fervor, her own haze of desperation reaching its peak. Sucking, thrusting and lapping between Rachel’s legs. Everything was wet, everything was slipping over everything. The artists and their charcoal forgotten, Alice felt Rachel shaking harder and harder, pain and pleasure blurring together. “Too.. much…” Rachel gasped, but it was too late. Alice’s tongue danced over Rachel’s clit again. Rachel’s legs tried to squeeze together as she started to cum, but Alice’s head was in the way. Pee exploded from Rachel’s pussy, shooting into Alice’s face and spraying out all over the two women. Pee ran in rivers down Alice’s cheeks and neck as it poured out of Rachel. Rachel’s legs were shaking and convulsing violently as the orgasm took over her body and her arms gave way, causing her breasts to crash directly into Alice’s bladder. That was the final straw for Alice, as she felt pee burst out of her crotch. Rachel’s tongue shook with the same intensity as the rest of her body, assaulting Alice’s clit. As pee gushed from her swollen bladder, The relief of finally peeing mixed with the constant clit stimulation and the sight of Rachel’s pulsating orgasm pushing waves of pee from her body was enough to push Alice over the edge too. She felt the orgasm coming, wave after wave after wave, charging though her body, emanating in pulses from her crotch and spreading intense numbness and convulsions through her entire body. Pee poured out of both women, both shaking as the orgasms went on and on, both still pushing their tongues between the other’s thighs. It took almost two minutes for both bladders to empty and both orgasms to subside. Rachel lay, exhausted, on top of Alice, mouth still buried in her crotch. Alice’s lips were still against Rachel’s slit as both girls lay spent, surrounded by a pool of their shared urine, panting and slowly coming back to reality. Alice wanted to lie here forever, to smell this smell, taste this taste and feel this feeling until she died. Neither Alice nor Rachel were in any position to notice or care, but the sharp woman in charge of the artists nodded to herself. “That’ll do” ————————————— Do you want a trip to the Omobar? Anything goes, as long as there is desperation involved. Let me know what the next chapter should look like in the comments below and I will try and make it happen Thanks for your support!

View File Resident Evil 2 - Claire's Condition Made with Phlog's mod footage and junk from the rest of the internet. Submitter DuffMan Submitted 01/17/2021 Category Female  

Diaper Sorority - Part two Author – Penthouse Variations magazine By morning, I was soaking wet and Claire (who was a bedwetter anyway) had overflowed her diapers and plastic panties and wet the bed, leaving soggy yellow stains. After breakfast and some more fooling around, both Claire and I were changed into thick crinkly disposable diapers this time along with clear noisy plastic pants. We were dressed in tank tops and shorts that barely covered our diapered bottoms. In fact, when I sat down you could see my diapers pressing against the elastic leg openings of my plastic panties through the leg holes of my shorts. Then we were sent off to the nearest public laundromat, our diapers and plastic panties crinkling and crackling as we somewhat waddled, with all the sorority's soiled diapers and plastic panties to wash and fold. The humiliation of possibly being seen dressed in diapers let alone washing this mess was strangely exciting to me. I think Claire was also enjoying the "danger" of being caught. Combined with the feeling of the thick diaper rubbing between my legs, the slippery vinyl panties made the slightest movement stimulating and my diaper was becoming damp all over again. About half way into this chore I felt my stomach begin to growl and soon my bowels were stirring unmercifully. Bending over a wash load I turned and looked at Claire who was a little pale and squirming all over the place. "Oh my God, I have to poop real bad," she whispered to me with growing urgency. "I know, me, too," I said, "we better find a bathroom." We both looked around the Laundromat and the only bathroom was padlocked from the outside. I was straining to hold it in and Claire was almost crying again, afraid to take even a step. Then I saw her kind of twist and do a little turn and the look of panic in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. Within seconds I was rocked with a violent bowel cramp, took two steps toward the bathroom and felt a huge, wet poop squish between my cheeks, creep up my butt and fill the back of my diapers. Two more cramps and I was finishing up with a rush of wet potty. Claire looked just like a toddler, waddling with a big mess in her pants. To add insult, two guys wander into the Laundromat ready to wash their clothes. They hardly put their stuff into a washer when it became very apparent that both Claire and I had pooped our pants. I have never been so embarrassed in my life, walking around trying to finish the wash (folding big stacks of diapers and such, no less) with a huge wet mess in my diapers squishing around every time I took a step. Luckily, we were close to finishing when two of our sisters walk in to "help" us. "What's that smell?" said one in a loud voice. "I think our babies have pooped their diapers," says the other. "Well, we better get them changed, don't you think?' says the one, and in no time they've got Claire lying down in the back on a folding table pulling down her shorts, then her plastic pants. They peeled the tapes off of her diapers and pulled them off, cleaning her up. They rediapered Claire in another disposable and pulled her plastic pants back up along with her shorts. By this time the guys are in hysterics watching us get our wet, poopy diapers changed. The so-called chocolate milk we drank the night before in our bottles was loaded with laxatives and this whole thing was planned. I was next, off came my skimpy shorts, plastic panties and diapers. I then was rediapered the same as Claire. With fresh diapers on and the laundry done, we headed back to the sorority house. The sorority sisters then exchanged our shorts for short skirts. Next it was a trip to the local mall. In the company of two more sorority sisters, we purchased all sorts of very juvenile sleep sets and other clothes. We were made to try everything on which meant stripping to our diapers and plastic panties, sometimes in common dressing rooms. In the middle of a kid's clothing store (Claire was a tiny thing and still fit into all sorts of little girl style clothes), the laxative finished its job. I didn't even pretend to fight the urge this time, letting the poop pass freely into the seat of my diapers. When I was finished pooping, I felt the flow of warm urine fill my crotch. Within minutes, one of my escorts noticed the aroma and, right in the isle of the store, lifted my skirt up and checked my diaper. I was taken back to a fitting room and changed right on the floor from a supply of crinkly disposable diapers one of the girls were keeping in a large diaper bag. With the weekend coming to a close, I was bummed about having to go back to wearing regular panties. Just the thought of diapers and plastic panties now made me quite juicy and I came to regard diaper changes with charged enthusiasm. Plus by Monday morning, I wasn't sure I could be trusted out of diapers. In fact, almost half the sisters wore diapers 24-hours a day and everyone was required to sleep in diapers and plastic panties or disposable diapers (your choice). House rules also included a changing regimen that proved to be quite interesting. You were not allowed to change your own diapers even if you we’re soaking wet or thoroughly messy. Each week a number of sisters were designated nannies, we all rotated shifts, and only one of the nannies could change a dirty diaper. Each girl had her own style and there were always sexual implications. Nannies were completely in charge; we were to obey at the risk of discipline if we misbehaved. If time didn't permit a full interlude, you were always teased, keeping us fully charged most days. While some of the girls were dedicated lesbians, most of us used this as a release until relationships could develop with men outside the sorority. However, diapers were required on all dates. I still remember my first real date after joining the sorority. I had been flirting with a produce guy at the local market since arriving at school. After months, he finally asked me out. The first date ended only with a very passionate kiss good night. But the second date got very interesting. After dinner and a movie, I had thoroughly soaked a thick diaper under a cute little pair of pink plastic panties. After the movie, we drove to a remote part of the campus and started making out and petting pretty heavily. Brian was a seasoned, considerate lover and easily the best male partner I'd experienced since starting school. He was all over me but in a gentle and highly erotic way. He fondled my nipples and gently stroked my breasts until I was creamy. Then he stuck his hand up my skirt. I'd forgotten all about my special underwear. It took us both a minute to grasp the reality of the situation. I was so used to being fondled wearing wet diapers and so involved in the moment, I hadn't given his advances any special consideration until he suddenly whispered to me and asked me what I was wearing. I couldn't lie but I couldn't talk either. So I just lifted my skirt to show him. Even in the relative darkness there was no mistaking my bulging diapers and the shine of my plastic baby panties. He just grinned a little and went right back to rubbing me through the baby panties. "Let's see if baby needs a change," he said after a few minutes. I was highly aroused and hardly in any position to deny his advances by now. As he gently slipped his finger under the elastic leg opening of my plastic panties and stroked my wet ass I was mentally begging him to screw me. "Looks like baby needs a change," he said as he firmly grabbed my left ass cheek and smoothly moved between my legs to my dripping vagina. In seconds, my skirt was up around my waist and he was slipping my baby panties around my ankles. The soft aroma of wet diapers was driving me further to the brink as he unzipped and unbuttoned his own pants, revealing to me his own excitement. As much as I desired him inside me, I wanted to show him how grateful I was he didn't go running from the car the minute he realized I was wearing diapers. Admiring his stiff penis and gently stroking his balls and pubic hair, I swung around and licked his dick repeatedly, finally placing the entire shaft deep into my mouth and throat. Expecting him to cum instantly (which had been my experience with every other boy till now), I was letting myself really go. Between the aroma of my diapers, the smell of his cock and the wet cloth rubbing me as I gyrated, I exploded, feeling my excessive as orgasmic juices flow freely from me as my pee had been earlier. Ever so close himself, Brian withdrew and swiftly slipped me back on to the seat and unpinned my diapers. As I lay in my moistness, he plunged into me, bringing me right back to outer space. He moved back and forth, slowly at first, allowing me to feel him deep inside me while the base of his shaft coddled my clitoris again and again. My head spun in six different directions as dove into me, faster and faster. Finally, grabbing his firm little buttocks and slamming him into me, we both came in a sweaty rush of mind numbing orgasm. We lay together in seething exhaustion for what seemed like an hour. I was actually falling in and out of consciousness when without a thought I started to wet. He was still deep inside me, semi flaccid when the potty ran over his balls and penis and rushed between my legs and ass and gathered beneath me. Like a magic spell, the warm potty brought Brian back to instant erection, filling me again. And, as we lay together, my wetness spilling over both of us, we made love again, cumming in glorious unison after at least another 15 minutes of furious pumping. By the time we stopped, the whole car smelled of potty and sex and I had left a huge wet stain on Brian's back seat. He gave up his tee-shirt to wipe up the mess in the car. Of course, I didn't have any dry diapers with me but Brian just repinned my wet ones and slipped my plastic panties back over them so I wouldn't soak the front seat on the ride home. The 20 minute ride back to the sorority house was a quiet one. Although I had a million things to say to him, I couldn't quite get anything out. I was physically exhausted and very nearly unconscious, as if I had taken drugs. Back at the house, we spent a long good-bye, necking almost to the point I was ready to do him again. I hardly noticed as I stepped out of the car the slight pressure and stuffiness in my tummy. Not more than five steps towards the door, my ass opened like a trap door and two huge wet poops filled my already soggy didy. What a night. I knew when the Nanny discovered my poopy diapers; I'd be in a lot of trouble! Sure enough, I was spanked for pooping my pants, bathed, pinned into a heavy night diaper and put to bed. Drifting off to sleep, I again felt the warm rush of potty filing my diaper. I have turned into a chronic bedwetter and even wet my pants during the day in class. Often forgetting I'm not in diapers has caused me some very embarrassing moments, which always leads to some very interesting and provocative discipline. In fact, I prefer wearing diapers to panties. But I guess that's life as a Delta Baby.

I haven't written fanfiction in like half a decade, but hey, when inspiration strikes. Back then I know some people here enjoyed a previous one of my stories, so I thought I'd share this one too. Warnings for explicit sexual content at the end, dubcon, d/s dynamics, and of course pee stuff. Starts off more lighthearted then gets horny. I can't promise quality, but I can guarantee earnestness. Characters are depicted as 18+. If you want to read on AO3 (with slightly better formatting), the link is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36424873/chapters/90821737 ------------------------------------------------------------------ “This is the HOTTEST tea shop! HOT HOT HOT!! 50% off!” Noelle peeked shyly around the corner. These alleyways were truly a labyrinth, and, like seemingly all of Cyber City, populated entirely with vast numbers of strange little guys. This was in many ways a good thing – she had only just barely managed to shake Queen off her tail this last time, and thankfully the maze of neon-spattered city streets and side-roads provided an enumerable number of handy hiding spots and various cubby holes. If she couldn’t quite escape being advertised to, she could at least escape being captured again, and – God forbid – having her face turned into a robot one. Whatever that meant. “For $100, choose your OWN flavor!!” Having checked the store-fronts for a second time and seeing no sight nor sound of Queen, Noelle hurried out and across the street, aiming to backtrack to where she had last seen Susie, and Kris. She kept her head down and sped across the road at a brisk pace, but unfortunately – and typically – didn’t quite manage to escape the searching gaze of the smiling lil’ guy hawking tea in front of the store. “You there! Girl in the strange shoes! You can choose your OWN flavor!” The Addison continued in their exuberant monotone. “And for a limited time only, free samples of SOMEBODY ELSE’s own flavor!” Noelle paused in front of the store. “Th- these aren’t shoes!” She blushed slightly. “They’re my hooves…” “Ah, hooves! All the better for handling the heated floors of the HOTTEST tea shop!” They brandished a tray of oddly colored beverages, only slightly threateningly. “Do you want to chose your OWN flavor?” “Um, maybe I could take a free sample?” Noelle glanced about, hoping that she wouldn’t be drawing too much attention. “For a limited time only!!!” the Addison shouted excitedly, “a Lightner came through here earlier, ordered a gallon of her OWN flavor, and then refused to pay. [[Reminder that all purchases made at the HOTTEST tea shop® are non-refundable non-fungible transactions recorded to the Cyber Blockchain.]] So for a limited time only, you can try HER OWN FLAVOR, as a free sample!!” “Well, I suppose I-” Noelle stopped, already finding a surprisingly dainty teacup filled with a murky pink liquid shoved into her hands, “oh, okay, sure!!” Warily, she raised the cup to her lips, and- “Oh my God!!! What’s in this!” Maybe she’d made a mistake ignoring all the other vendors on her way here. These Dark World goods were better than she’d thought! “It’s her OWN flavor!” repeated the excited Addison. “Such a… deep flavor, and a pungent aroma as well…” Noelle closed her eyes, taking it in. “How much of this do you have??” “For a limited time price of only $200, our entire stock is yours!” The Addison bounced up and down at the prospect of possible sale, only just barely managing to keep the precariously balanced tray of ‘OWN flavor’ teas from spilling onto the ground. “Well gee... I guess Queen did lend me that temporary royal credit card so that I could commission bitcrushed techno beats and AI-generated portraits of her face as part of her plan to take over the world…” “At the HOTTEST tea shop, we accept all forms of currency!” the Addison babbled, “simply insert card here.” They opened their mouth in a wide grin, revealing mechanical slot for a card reader where one would expect a throat to be. Well, anything for commerce, thought Noelle. “O-okay…” Noelle didn’t have nearly enough inventory space to carry the massive multi-gallon jar of pungent pink liquid that the Addison subsequently produced, but then she hadn’t been planning on saving any of it anyway. It was just too good, and she savoured every minute of it. Some time later… “K… Kris…? Isn’t that the wrong way…?” Somehow she was already regretting this. She’d known Kris almost as long as she could remember, but it was no secret that the human had always been a little strange, especially recently. There was something different in the way they carried themselves, a sort of vacancy in the eyes through which Noelle could sense a distant… coolness. It was the sort of look she wasn’t quite sure she liked, although with it she could also sense a faint aura of confidence that the Kris of her childhood – never quite fitting in, never quite belonging – had often lacked. In a way, that was comforting. Kris seemed far more in their element here than Noelle felt, and given how close that last encounter with Queen had been, she needed somebody near her that she could stick to. Someone she could rely on in this strange world they had both ended up in. ...At least, until she found Susie again, that was… Kris glanced at her wordlessly, beckoning her on in the direction they had chosen. “Well, at least it’s further away from where Queen wanted to go,” she thought to herself. Kris had been walking around here longer than she had, and probably knew some good hiding spots. Or maybe that was where Susie had gone? Susie and… her mind skated lightly over the strange, yet familiar figure she had seen with Susie before, and focused back on Kris. She followed. She had barely taken two steps before something burst around the corner, a strange creature made of angles and lines throwing itself into the pair of Lightners and forcing them to jump back. Noelle shrieked as she landed, something in her stomach shifting somewhat uncomfortably. The world around them looked… different somehow, the background seeming to oddly fade away. Kris had drawn their sword and stood facing the creature, ready for action. All three of them stood still. Taking a few moments to wonder why nobody was saying anything at these strange events, she turned to Kris. “H-huh!? What’s going on!? What are we doing!?” Kris raised their shield. “Cast Iceshock,” they said. “W- Huh?” Kris stared at the creature, and didn’t repeat themselves. Oh well, they never really had been one for words. Iceshock? Like in ‘Dragon Blazers 2’? Did they mean… Noelle raised her hand, uncertainly. Suddenly, a chill seemed to fill the air around her. A strange sense of power overtook her, and, before she knew it, cold was seeping into her clothes, running up her arm, and- bam! The feeling shot out of her, flying towards the creature. Was she doing this? Somehow she wasn’t so sure. Her family had always had a little ice magic in them, but nothing quite like this. Kris’ words, and this strange world, seemed to have filled her with new potential. Before she had a chance to think, ice crystals were forming on the body of the strange creature that had assaulted them, and a pale blue sheen was racing over its jagged outer skin. In no more than a few seconds, it hung before them in the air, frozen solid, an oddly pleasing, glittering popsicle sheen covering its slightly ominous pointy form. It looked something like a piece of bad modern art. Kris put their shield away, and the world around them seemed to solidify back to how it had been before. Noelle had to catch her breath. It was a good thing she had Kris with her – this place seemed to be a lot more dangerous than she had thought! Creatures attacking them without a moment’s notice, jumping in their path, having to be dispatched by spells! No wonder Kris had been carrying weapons on their strange outfit. That must be how things worked around here – it really was like in ‘Dragon Blazers’. She shivered, the remainder of the cold sensation of the spell still hanging in the air around her. She looked at Kris gratefully for telling her what to do – she really did feel more prepared now – but then hunched over slightly. The feeling she had first noticed in the combat was back, and she blushed to herself privately in embarrassment. She really had drunk to much of that wonderful tea earlier, and the cold chill of spellcasting plus the shock of their recent encounter apparently hadn’t helped matters. She wondered if the Cyber City had bathrooms. (Did computer people need bathrooms? Maybe to change their… electricity?). Regardless of the answer to her question, Kris was already walking further in the direction they had been going before. Not wanting to lose them in the complicated twists and turns of the alleyways, Noelle followed. She’d have to keep an eye out for an appropriate place to powder her nose (both figuratively and literally – how else would she retain that perfect holly red sheen?). The next few battles passed much the same as the first one had. Now that she was with Kris, assailants seemed to come across them at an ever increasing pace. The city apparently had a diverse fauna of dangerous creatures that Kris instructed her to deal with in the now familiar manner – “cast Iceshock”. Noelle felt the spell coming more easily each time, the rush of power building within her coming more easily from her fingers. Each combat session also seemed to increase the magnitude of the spell, the effect – the freezing of her opponent – becoming gradually stronger. Before long, very few foes took more than one or two castings to freeze entirely. Kris looked on approvingly at this. “Cast Iceshock,” they said, somehow layering greater meaning onto these words each time. If Noelle had been paying more attention, she might have noticed some strange changes that were occurring in the city that the pair walked through. With each new corner they turned, the streets seemed to empty out, the population of weird lil’ guys selling various digital goods becoming increasingly sparse. The traffic on the roads – once jam packed to the point of stalling Noelle’s progress – was now almost uniformly barren, the odd car running in the opposite direction at the sight of the pair, the crosswalks occupied only by the odd frozen statue of a vanquished foe as Kris doubled back on their route in their oddly… thorough exploration of the ends of the Cyber City’s streets and alleyways. Noelle however did not notice this, because she was increasingly starting to have a major problem that occupied that larger part of her awareness that wasn’t focussed on follow Kris and freezing various enemies. In retrospect, drinking more than a gallon of strange pink liquid while exploring a bizarre computer city in another world might not have been the best of ideas, but Noelle had never been one for extensive forethought about this kind of thing. When she was younger, she had misjudged her capacity for drinking large amounts of kid-friendly eggnog on night-time forest treks without adequate bathroom breaks more than once, resulting in frantic runs back to the house, and – on one memorable occasion – an embarrassing incident where she hadn’t quite made it in time. Kris had had a hysterical time teasing the poor girl, and Azzy had had to lead her back to her house on his own, the tearful Noelle trying to hide her wet clothes as they crossed the street. She had made sure to always be a more mindful after that, and nothing similar had repeated itself since, especially now that she was no longer a child. ...Noelle tried to push the uncomfortable prospect out of her mind. The issue was that her excess with the tea earlier was starting to recall some of those previous incidents uncomfortably vividly. She crossed her legs together and shifted, hoping Kris wouldn’t notice her awkward pose. She certainly wouldn’t let them know – the last thing she wanted was for Kris to bring up the old story once again, especially when they were both in such a precarious situation. Steeling herself internally and ignoring the nagging urge, she continued on. Rounding a corner into a slightly larger city plaza, the pair came across a billboard with a large poster of a ferris wheel displayed prominently across the front, slogans lining the board next to it. Noelle was impressed; the depicted ride was huge! Kris stopped in front of the billboard, and Noelle followed. “Gosh, that’s amazing! Makes the one at the festival look like a toy, haha!” Noelle paused for a moment, remembering the funfair ferris wheel at the Hometown festival, where young couples would queue up for a brief moment’s alone time situated above the bustle and festival lights. “I… I wonder if Susie would want to…” She stopped, and laughed at herself. Was she being too obvious in front of Kris? “...Gosh, who am I kidding.” Kris turned to her, and, unusually, spoke. “I will ride with you.” Noelle once again cast her mind back to those trips as a kid. She knew what that entailed. “Oh, so you can shake it when we reach the top?” She laughed, and, internally, cringed at the thought of being on a rocking ferris wheel car in her present… predicament. “Just like at the festival when we were kids? I KNOW there’s a catch with you, Kris! NO thanks!” Kris tilted their head, and looked at her. Their expression was almost blank… almost, but not quite. “Noelle will ride with me.” “H- Huh?” Noelle suddenly felt put on the spot. Something about her childhood… friend(?)’s tone seemed different, this time. “I mean… S-sure, if you, um… really want to! You can, um, make up for when we were kids!” Kris stared at her. Somehow she felt that that wasn’t exactly what they had in mind. Since when did Kris get so… no, no way, it had to be some kind of prank. Kris, whose gaze had been fixed on Noelle, abruptly turned away, and started to walk away from the billboard. Noelle started to take a step to follow them, then abruptly stopped short. A pang shot through her bladder, and – gosh, this was worse than she had thought – she had to catch herself to avoid what might have been a slight dampness in her panties. Wow, this was a bad time for Kris to be acting so weird. She’d have to excuse herself for a moment. “Kris? H-hold on a moment.” Kris stopped and turned back around. “I… do you know if there’s any sort of bathroom around here? I need a moment before we keep going!” Kris stared at her blankly. “K-Kris?” She paused a moment. “I said-” “Proceed.” Kris was staring at her, their eyes meeting hers. It was a steady gaze, and, somehow, the most intense look that anyone had given in her entire life. The faint air of blank coldness was now enhanced, but matched by a kind of compelling intensity that at once both horrified her and pulled her deeper in. A sense emanated from Kris that whoever was on the receiving end of that look, *would* do what they said. Noelle didn’t even argue. Squeezing her legs together ever so slightly, Noelle turned to keep following Kris. Something in her head felt fuzzy, and she had started walking again almost before she even had a chance to realise it. Each footstep sent a dull pang to her bladder, but the odd feelings she was getting from Kris forced her to ignore the discomfort. In a day that had already been filled with more than enough weird magic shit, Noelle wasn’t sure if this new kind of enchantment scared or excited her – and not knowing the difference made her nervous enough in itself. She wondered if Kris knew what she was feeling, or if they were oblivious to her entirely. Just what had happened to her childhood playmate? Rounding the next corner, Noelle failed to notice the next smiling Addison until they were already trying to sell them something. “Ohhon!! Two young beings together on a school night… Could I interest you in some brand new Dating Shoes…?” “H-huh…? Noelle stammered, taken aback. “No, no, you’ve got it totally wrong! Kris and I are just… umm…” She glanced at Kris. They stared back coldly. Noelle shivered, then jumped, squeezing her legs together a little more tightly. This was no time to be losing focus! “Fr… friends?” Kris had been her neighbour forever. They’d been through so much, sometimes it felt like they knew each other better than anyone. Yet, somehow, it was hard to say they were exactly friends. Especially now. Especially now that Kris had started leading her through this bizarre place, and talking to her so strangely. Now that Kris had a strange sort of ulterior intent in their tone. No, it felt a lot more like- “We’re something else,” Kris announced. Well, yes, that was becoming more true by the minute. But, what did it mean? There was no good interpretation, that was for sure. Kris turned and began marching in the other direction, but it seemed that the would-be shoes salesperson hadn’t quite given up hope on getting something out of them. Noelle guessed they must not yet have noticed the disruption that she and Kris had been spreading through the city in their wake. Even Noelle was starting to be unnerved by the icy sculptures glittering under the Cyber City neon. Just… what was she doing? But she didn’t dwell on it for too long. Her attention was fully occupied by Kris, and the distracting, swollen feeling in her abdomen. That and the Addison, who was waving and calling out again. “If you’re something else, maybe a Dating Shoes isn’t right…?” they pleaded, trying to call Kris back. “Maybe I could interest you in a FreezeRing?” “Huh…? A ring…?” Noelle thought that that sounded even more inappropriate to her and Kris’… situation… than a Dating Shoes. “Faha, sorry, I don’t think WE need something like that!” “C’mon, angel!” the chatty Addison needled, “you can’t get stronger without good equipment!” “Stronger…? R-right, I guess that’s how it works here…” They did have a point, after all. Noelle had played more than her fair share of Dragon Blazers, fought more than her fair share of random encounters in that game, and, if the same rules applied, then, well, getting stronger was the point, wasn’t it? Isn’t that what they had been doing? Why Kris had been collecting Dark Dollars from the creatures she had ki- that she had defeated? Why she was the one casting the spells. To get stronger… Kris wanted her to be stronger. Still, it didn’t seem like Kris was the type to treat her to new equipment before themself. Not with their new assertive edge to their personality. Kris buying her a ring? Yeah, righ- “Get it.” There it was. That voice again. Noelle froze. A chill seemed to run down the back of her neck, travelling down her spine, dancing around inside of her until- ah! Noelle squeezed her legs shut tightly. She had almost lost control again. God, she needed to pee bad. She… she had to…… Kris was still staring at her. She straightened up and tuned back into the situation at hand. “H… huh?” The voice still had her disorientated. “Kris, you’d… buy it for me…? Sure, I guess… we could ask about it. How much does it cost?” “Just a small fee of $(n+1)!” announced the Addison, proudly. “Huh? S-sorry, we don’t have that much money!” Damn, just slightly off as well! Still, it was nice of Kris to offer... “Get it.” Noelle’s head snapped up once again at the sound of their voice. “Huh? Me…? You… were asking ME to get it?” What was happening, she thought to herself, the sounds of her own internal monologue bouncing around her head as though the situation would start to make more sense with repetition. What was Kris…? “Kris, c’mon, you know we can’t afford that…” “Get it.” “Wh… what?” Did they mean? No, they couldn’t mean… “Kris, I just told you, we… we don’t have the money.” Noelle shivered again. She almost didn’t notice the warm drop of dampness that slightly moistened her underwear, taking advantage of her distraction. She clamped down tightly. She had to focus on Kris now. “What… what are you asking me to do…? You… you aren’t asking me to just…?” “Get it.” They absolutely were asking her to. “K-Kris, no, I… not me, I could never…” Couldn’t she? Could she? She had been getting stronger after all. In this world… you had to keep… getting… “Get it.” “I……” She got the FreezeRing. As she slipped it on, a shock flooded through her body, and multiple things happened at once. Firstly, she felt a surge of potential. The magical power that Kris had unlocked in her in that first battle had been building inside of her, almost as rapidly as the growing ache inside her bladder, but now she could feel, instantly, that it had been magnified sevenfold. She felt deadly. She felt lethal. She also felt… Cold. The power that shot through her body, radiating out from the ring, took the form of an icy chillness that settled into her veins. She was no stranger to snow, and this cold felt like part of her, but that made no difference to the biting pain it inflicted. Noelle gasped, and then her muscles spasmed, both from the intensity of the moment and shock of cold. A short but powerful burst of confusingly hot piss shot out from her trembling crotch and soaked into the fabric of her panties, the one warm patch in her newly frozen world. “Eeep!” she shrieked, shoving her hand up against her now slightly wet pussy as she bent forward, struggling to stop the flow. Thankfully, she had caught it before it had gotten out of hand. She looked up. Kris was staring at her, expression blank. If they had a slight grin on their face, Noelle didn’t even notice it. Suddenly very conscious of her awkward, hunched over pose, Noelle blushed and straightened up- paused, calmed herself again (God, she *really* had to go), and then straightened up more slowly. It was only then that she realized that the Addison was gone. She looked around, then down at herself. The wet fabric of her panties were still stuck to her most sensitive areas, warm and damp. Almost... enticing. What... what had just happened? Did she actually just...? Noelle paused, unsure whether she was asking herself about the missing Addison, or the fact that she had almost pissed herself in front of Kris. But, no. They... they must have given it to them. The ring. She looked over at Kris. They were definitely smiling now. It was not a warm smile, but it was, strangely, approving. Noelle looked down at her new ring. She felt both weak and strong at the same time. She met Kris' gaze, then looked away. It was good to get stronger, wasn't it? "Th... thanks, Kris!" She had to stay strong. Kris was teaching her - helping her - to get stronger. ...Maybe in more ways then one? Apparently approving of her new attire, Kris stepped forward into the alleyway adjoining the former Addison's store front. Noelle followed, although her once carefree walk, turned into a solemn, wary trot, was now something closer to a cautious waddle. Every new step seemed to put new pressure on her crotch, her bladder straining for release from the deluge of delicious pink tea that she had gulped down what now seemed like several lifetimes ago. Around the next corner Kris arrived at another one of the puzzles of a type that she had seen on her previous journey trying to escape from Queen. A bolt of electricity arced across the alleyway, almost entirely blocking the path. Kris paused in front of it, considering one of the two identical switches on either side of the obstacle. Noelle jumped at the opportunity to prove herself. "When you step off the switch, the lightning comes back... How about... I hold it down, and you go across?" Kris nodded at her approvingly, and strode through the gap. Noelle thought about- What? No! She hadn't thought anything! Kris silently placed themself onto the opposing button, and Noelle stepped off of hers to follow them through. When she reached the place where the lightning had been arcing just moments before, she suddenly was struck by a horrible thought. She imagined Kris stepping off of the button, the jolt of electricity intercepting her body and flowing through her... the sharp light and pain, and, most of all... the loss of control... the image of her loose fitting dress becoming soaked in the warmth flowing out of her, her loose muscles leaving her lying in a warm puddle on the ground in front of Kris, the relief- no! Noelle stopped short, and clamped her legs together. Even that unpleasant thought had been sufficient to send a fresh jolt through her swollen bladder. God, she was shaking now, even when she wasn't thinking about it. So much of her brain, sometimes unconsciously, often a lot less so, was now dedicated to commanding her muscles to "shut!", to preventing the flood gates inside of her from letting loose. Trying her best to straighten up again, she walked towards Kris, dismissing her prior thought. She was fine. "See, Noelle?", she thought to herself. "Nothing bad is going to happen. Getting that ring... was good, wasn't it? So... stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about just letting go, right here and now. About letting Kris see how you were struggling to control yourself and hold it in by just releasing yourself, right in front of them. In not postponing the shame -" hadn't she already got stronger? Hadn't she proven her control? Hadn't she waited enough? "Noelle, no, don't think that! It's horrible..." She didn't want to piss herself in front of Kris!!! "It's natural." "K-Kris...?" she exclaimed, out loud this time in shock. "What are you talking about!?" She... must have said that out loud? What was she thinking!? Kris was staring at her again, now. Why did she feel like she was completely naked in front of them, as if this new, strange Kris could see right through her body, right through to her very soul, right into the swollen ball of liquid that she was currently clutching just above her equally swollen, pulsing, damp- God, what was wrong with her? Was she really going to succumb now? Let it all go? No. She knew what she had to do. She had to get stronger - to *be* stronger. She had to keep holding it. Kris was helping her be stronger. They had already trained her magic - now it was time for her body, and her mind. One shaking step after another, Noelle started walking once more. They had been trotting through the backstreets for another five minutes or so, Noelle flagging further and further behind the silent, striding Kris as she pushed forward, willing her body to keep going even as she found herself pushing almost beyond her limit. Her face was flush, and a tingling seemed to creep down across her hands and her feet as her whole body became warm and fuzzy, an intense arousal the only thing starting to match the terrible, terrible urge to wet herself as she took step after shaking step. Instinctively, Noelle cast around for a bathroom, just as she had on that night all those years ago, taking shaking steps through the forest with Kris, Azzy and Dess. Just like then, there was nowhere to take her relief, although she knew what words Kris would have for her, if she tried. Just one word, to be precise. "Proceed". As they passed another opening into a side-street, something large came barrelling out of it into their path. It's lanky, kaleidoscopic form, alongside its slightly low-bitrate wailing, like a muffled dial-up tone, identified it as a Werewire, one of the creatures that Noelle was more than familiar with at this point. Despite this, its sudden appearance startled the girl. With a slight gasp, she jumped back. Even though close to the entirety of her will was focussed on controlling her sphincter muscles, this was enough to cause a brief crack in the armour. Another short jet of hot pee soaked her already wet panties, and Noelle was forced to hunch over once again, her hand pressed against her pussy like a TV infomercial host patching a hole in a submarine with FlexTape. Her eyes scrunched closed, she didn't even look as she raised her remaining had in front of her to wordlessly cast the spell that even now she knew that Kris was commanding. "Cast iceshock." As the blast of magic left her body, the icy shock of its wake passed through her once again, emanating from the biting FreezeRing on her hand. The clenching chill was enough to cause another few drops to leak past her grasping hand and dampen her panties - maybe even, a little bit, her dress? - even more so. As the creature turned into a familiar icy statue in front of her, and the combat ended, Noelle still found herself hunched over, her knees and hips shaking, now both of her hands plunged into the folds of her dress between her legs as the taught fabric she was holding outlined the now noticeable bladder bulge sitting just above them. Quivering, she opened her eyes again. Kris was standing directly in front of her, just a few inches separating her from her strange neighbour and one time friend, who was now her... her... she didn't even know any more. Her eyes opened wide, hints of tears glistening around their rims from the straight of effort. Kris reached out and touched her breast. Noelle gasped. She was so surprised she didn't even lose control, her slow-moving brain losing even the shock instinct that had caused her previous lapses. Instead, she just stood still, still hunched over, hands pressed through her clothes against her throbbing pussy, her wide eyes staring at Kris incredulously as they groped at her through the thin fabric of her Dark World outfit. One of their fingers ran over her nipple, which was also somewhat swollen, from both the tension of the moment and the bitter cold in her newly empowered body. Kris' expression remained impassive, with just the slightest hint of a smile playing across their face. They continued their exploration, seemingly approving of what they found. They loosened their touch slightly, as if intending to withdraw, before suddenly, shockingly, squeezing down on her soft flesh hard, almost as if with intent to hurt. Noelle gasped, and felt a fresh shock of warm against her fingers as another few drops of warmth seeped through the fabric of her underclothes. Now smiling more noticeably, Kris took their hand away. "Lie down." She did, of course. What choice did she have? She realized that she had already given herself to Kris, maybe before even she had put on the FreezeRing. Had she ever thought it would end up like this? Maybe some part of her had known, deep down. The part of her who had been enraptured by Kris' new air of confidence, by their compelling voice, by the release of will that came with the urge to follow their every command, to fight for them, to even deny her very body for their whims. Noelle had never thought anyone would be able to capture her so completely in such a short time, but, that voice... there was something about that voice... As she knelt down on the hard ground of the city alley, she was forced to remove her hands from her crotch. As she did so, the full force of her bladder came down on her once again, and she let forth a soft moan. The action of folding her body onto the ground was squeezing her abdomen and the pressure was unbearable. She spoke in a soft whisper. "Can I..." "Hold it." Kris' voice was firm, just as firm as any of their prior commands. Noelle shuddered, but obeyed. Her body screaming for release, she nonetheless proceeded to follow the voice, and, slowly, shakily, splayed herself out, backwards on the ground. A slight breeze blew through the alleyway, and up her now somewhat exposed dress, causing the wet patch on her panties to feel slightly cool. As she looked up at Kris smiling above her, she blushed as she realized that they could now see the damp stain. "Take off your dress." This was easier said than done, but once again, she obeyed. Struggling to retain control of herself while also shimmying in the right manner to free herself from the slim fitting garment, she reached up and pulled it out from under her and up over her head, casting it to one side. She was now lying on the ground in front of Kris, naked except for her wet panties and her bra clasped behind her back, the rounded bulge of her overfull bladder visible for anyone to see. The cold air pressed against her skin, her soft down of fur only slightly dulling the chill. She quivered. Her bladder felt like it could explode at any moment. Kris knelt down on the ground in front of her. At this angle, their hair fell away from their face, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Noelle could see their eyes clearly. They transfixed her in the same way as the voice had - wide, dark pupils, surrounded by irises that were - shockingly - tinted red! Since when had Kris had red eyes?! Since when had Kris... Kris... Kris was reaching out to her again. Their touch was gentle, but almost impassive... controlled and planned, but irreverent, as if Kris were merely examining an interesting object in front of them rather than their neighbour of 19 years. Their fingers started at her waistline, fingering the damp edge of her panties. Noelle blushed, but even she had to admit that by this point the situation had gone beyond the point where embarrassment was an emotion that would have made sense to either of them. The fingers traced a path upwards along her waist, lingering over the rounded bladder bulge. Kris smiled. Had they known all along? Had this always been the plan? Noelle couldn't be sure. Kris' fingers didn't press down hard on her bladder, but the slight pressure was increased to a gentle prodding, as Kris satisfied themself tracing out her internal topology. Even this was too much for Noelle to keep herself silent. "Aaah!" she gasped, body shaking with straight as she struggled to prevent herself from losing control on the ground between them both. She won the battle - just - and glanced up at Kris, whose face was still wearing the same slight smile as before. In that moment, cold, on the ground, and just moments away from losing it, she had never wanted anything more than she wanted Kris to take hold of her and pleasure her into oblivion. What had happened in the scarce few hours since she had been thinking of Susie? Susie... it seemed like another world. Now her whole world was just her own body, the bulging water she was holding back inside her, and Kris. Kris traced their hands up the front of her body, and reached the bottom of her bra. Passing their hands around her chest to her back - an action that brought the pair of them closer than ever before - Kris unlatched the clasp with ease, tossing it to one side to reveal the poor girl's naked breasts to the cold, her hard nipples quivering. Kris fondled them with both hands now, fingers probing gently about her soft flesh, along the line where her fur gave way to skin on the border just beyond her aureolas. It felt so good that Noelle almost forgot herself, and another small spurt shot into her panties, smaller this time, but, due to the near silence, making a slight audible sound. Kris glanced down at her crotch, seemingly remembering their purpose in bringing her to this point, on the edge of a truly uncontrolled release. Sliding slightly backwards, Kris brought their head down to her crotch, resting it just between her legs, her wet panties at their eye level. Their face hovered mere inches from the fabric, seemingly taking it in. Was Kris... sniffing her panties? This seemed so out of place to Noelle that she almost wanted to laugh, but stopped herself, because she felt that Kris wouldn't like that - and also because it would be a near certain end to her control. Before she could consider the matter any more, however, Kris reached their hands down again, and grasped her waistband, sliding the damp panties down over her legs and hooves, and dropping them to one side. Noelle was now completely naked, only a soft, chill blanket of air between her swollen pussy and bladder and Kris' face, looking up on her. They made eye contact as they began to eat her out. Noelle stared at them in shock, their intense red eyes meeting her own wide brown, before she cast her head back and moaned. Kris' tongue probed around her pussy, running around the soft nodule that was her clit, before probing her entrance in an exploratory manner. Warmth flooded her lower body. The sensation of desperate pressure, of urge to relieve herself then and there, combined with her symbiotically heightened arousal and mind-destroying pleasure as Kris' warm tongue touched places within her that even she had barely accessed before. It was too much. How was she going to- how could she... aaah! She squirmed across the ground, her arcing back pressing her clit even more tightly against Kris' face, whose eyes had faltered in their impassive gaze staring up at the now writhing Noelle as they pleasured her. Her thighs squeezed Kris' head and their tongue was forced even deeper into her body, probing gently but forcefully, tasting the salty texture of her labial juices, and the saltier, pungent taste of the piss that had already leaked out of her clinging to her clit and lips and in a fresh droplet around her peehole, where Kris' tongue was already tracing new circles. Of course, Noelle knew what was going to happen next. She knew that Kris knew it, that this had been their purpose possibly from the moment that they had run into Noelle on the street as she struggled to escape Queen. Had Kris known even then that she would be under such strain, and that she would be powerless to relieve herself until Kris had her when and where she wanted? Had they been waiting, all this time, for the one perfect moment, when they would plunge their tongue in deeper into her warm dampness, bringing her to- bringing her to- Noelle moaned as the climax hit, and, of course, the dam broke. Her bladder spasmed through her pleasure as a hot stream shot out of her, blasting Kris in the face and mouth as they eagerly licked around the stream, making a slight effort to contain the flow that was doomed to fail as Noelle began to empty herself more fully than she had ever had cause to in her life. Her now adult bladder had a capacity that dwarfed that of the Noelle of years past, treading with damp footsteps back through the forest as Kris teased her, but her urgency - groomed by her desperate reach for the strength to hold it in - had surpassed even then, and was now being released all at once in a messy stream that soaked Kris' hair and Noelle's thighs as it ran down both of their bodies and collected in a warm puddle beneath the pair. Through all this, Noelle was still moaning, louder now as the intense orgasmic attention of Kris' tongue - which had not stopped in its motions throughout her loss of control - blended with the blissful feeling of relief that swept through her body and left her lying limp and dizzy on the floor. Noelle rocked and clenched, and a part of her she couldn't quite control stretched her hand down and grasped the back of Kris' head, pressing them even tighter against her pulsing pussy and the source of the stream of pee. Only after she was already pressing down hard did she pause to panic about what she had just done - was this an overstep? Kris had not told her to touch them, would they be mad? But if Kris had any reservations they did not show it, and they continued to thoroughly eat her out, their tongue curling in a frantic licking motion as if they were trying to rescue escaping droplets from a rapidly melting nice-cream cone. Noelle did not mind at all. She was filled with nothing but bliss, and an Earth-shattering loyalty to do whatever Kris asked of her, and whatever pleased them. If this was what she could expect, she could not ask for any more. As her desperate flow finally slowed, Kris removed their mouth from her pussy and looked up at her. Their face and hair was now wet, with pale droplets of her piss running down their pale human skin. Their eyes looked into hers. Their face was still impassive. Only that slight smile was there, the gentlest hint of chilly emotion. Noelle shivered, and not just from cold. Kris stood up now. Their clothes were not nearly as soaked as hers, which lay on the ground, half soaked and soiled by the wide puddle that surrounded her and clung to her skin. Kris' armoured breastplate had a few drops clinging to its surface still, and there was a damp ring of wetness around their shirt collar where her pee had run down their face and dripped from their hair. Kris didn't seem to mind too much as they looked down at the naked girl, wetness soaking into her fur, breasts and pussy fully exposed. "Get up." Noelle did just that. She didn't even glance at her clothes, discarded in their messy pile. If Kris had decided that she didn't need them any more, so be it. It was their decision to make for her now. Noelle felt stronger than she had ever been in her life. Kris turned away from her, facing further into the city. They took a step forward, then, uncharacteristically, glanced back and spoke. Just one word. All the encouragement Noelle needed. "Proceed." Gladly, the naked girl followed them deeper into the Cyber City, the bright neon lights illuminating her glistening, damp fur. Now she knew where she belonged. ******** At the far end of the alleyway, Berdly poked his head out from behind the dumpster where he had been hiding, feathers damp in a cold sweat as he watched them leave. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"

Ace warning: contains oral sex and intercourse Long time reader, first time author. Hope this is okay. O Before P “C’mon, I’ve been holding it all day! When are you gonna let me pee?!” she whines. “Not for a while yet… you know how much I love to watch you squirm” comes his reply. “I like to hold but this is getting crazy. No, not getting crazy, it was crazy hours ago!” She sighs as she rocks back and forth sitting on her knees, one hand rubbing her crotch through her panties. After a brief silence, she scoots closer to the couch where he is seated and runs a hand slowly up his thigh. “If I make you cum will you let me go?” He doesn’t answer. She slides his boxers down freeing his stiffening cock as the smirk on his face turns into a sly grin. Looking into his eyes she asks “What do you say? You get your release and I get mine?” “Deal. You can pee after I cum. But not a moment sooner!” Wasting no time she strokes his dick with one hand while holding herself with the other. She spits on the tip and spreads it around with her thumb. “I know exactly how you like it. I’ll be peeing in no time.” “I don’t think so. I’ll be doing some holding back of my own.” Confident in her ability she chuckles and delicately licks the length of his shaft before taking it into her mouth, massaging his balls with one hand and stroking him with the other. So turned on, he tenses his thighs and digs his fingers into the seat cushions, and tries to think of anything but the beautifully bursting woman in front of him, wishing to prolong her bladder torture. Suddenly she stops, lets out a gasp and holds herself inside her panties, rocking side to side with frenetic energy. She stays this way for a minute before regaining her composure. "Did you leak?” "… No. I don’t think so. Maybe a little.” She continues to rub herself, in equal parts for pleasure and to keep her bladder under control. With the worst of her urge past, she stands up and takes off her panties. “Woah! Just look at you!” he exclaims. Nineteen hours and numerous beverages separate her from her last pee break, and every bit of it shows, her belly so round and swollen. A concerned look appears on her face as she looks down and traces the outline of her bladder with her fingers. “I seriously *have* to go. You really won’t let me? Please??” Standing there in awe, he had never seen her so full before. “No. We had a deal.” Overcome with lust and no longer satisfied being a passive recipient, he slowly enters her from behind, giving her time to acclimate before thrusting, gently at first before picking up the pace. “Anngn! Hnnn!!” she moans through clenched teeth in a combination of pleasure, pain and excitement. He stops for a moment, reaching around to feel her bowling ball of a bladder, giving it a light squeeze. “Ahh! Stop!” A two-second jet of pee splatters noisily onto the floor. “Naughty girl!” he gives her ass a couple spanks and resumes thrusting. “Hrrrrn! Hnngh. Bubb…. Buh— Bubblegum! BUBBLEGUM!” He immediately stops and pulls out. “I can’t take it anymore!!” A couple more quick blasts hit the floor. Running as fast as you can with a boner, he fetches a jug from the restroom. “Wait! We have to measure this!!” He holds the container under her and she immediately begins to pee. And pee. And pee. As her stream finally lets up, she takes the container from him and lowers herself to the floor on all fours. Moments later, she resumes peeing, almost as forcefully as before. Finally empty, she lays on her back and rubs her lower belly. “Phew!” “You okay?” “Yeah” she says, a little out of breath. “Let’s see… just a hair under 1.9 liters! No wonder your belly was so big. Imagine that, half a gallon of piss inside you.” “I don’t have to imagine it, I’m still feeling it!” “Ouch. Did I go too far?” “No, you’re okay. I could have stopped you sooner.” “You’re incredible babe.” “So are you. But I’m not sure I want to take it that far again” “Noted.” He helps her up off the floor. “Now, where were we?” she says with a wink.

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