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Right off the bat this story will involve wetting, sex, and a golden shower. As per forum rules nothing will be overtly explicit but it will contain things you could find objectionable. A few weeks ago I asked my wife if we could try a wetting "scenario". She asked what I had in mind and I explained I wanted to try a bedwetting scene before sex. After explaining myself and walking her through the scene she agreed; as my wife can really squirt our bed already has a waterproof sheet on at all times, so we wouldn't ruin our mattress trying this. A couple nights ago after she got home from work I asked if it would be okay to do the scene. She nodded and poured herself a big glass of water before we eased into our regular evening routine. After a while she says, "let's go upstairs". She didn't need to tell me twice. We quickly got under the covers and got comfortable. In no time at all my wife was peeing her grey panties underneath the covers. She pretended to wake up discovering the wet bed and shyly "woke" me up too. She told me that she had an accident and wet the bed. She played the shy and embarrassed part to perfection. I told her it was okay and that accidents happen. I told her she was still an incredible, beautiful woman. To which she asked, "am I still sexy"? In lieu of answering my hand slide down her body coming to rest on her soaking wet panties. I began to rub her through her panties until she begged me to pull them aside and enter her. Again she didn't have to tell me twice. It was great, at one point she squirted completely resoaking her panties. As we laid there spent trying to decide who would hop in the shower first I felt the need to pee. She said I could shower first as she still needed a little more recovery time. Mustering my courage I asked if I could pee on her(specifically her p****, covered by her already soaked panties) before heading to the bathroom. Now this isn't exactly new. I've asked to try this once before but in the moment I couldn't manage more than a few drops. My wife agreed, so I tried again. This time as my wife laid in her puddle I managed to release almost my whole bladder onto her. Seeing her panties redarken knowing it wasn't her fault was quite a thrill. Once I finished I checked to make sure that she was alright and that nothing had gone too far. She told me she was fine and that nothing had gone too far or pushed beyond any boundaries. Knowing that she was okay I headed to the shower. As I just got the temperature adjusted my wife joined me and we discussed the scene as we cleaned up.

View File NHDTB-335 Girls appear to be on a school trip, they're all on a bus. They all eventually need to pee, desperation ensues. When the bus arrives at its destination, they all get out and piss right there beside the bus. From there, there's masturbation, sex, peeing. Submitter Kei Submitted 11/19/2019 Category Peeing  

Noy looked like the sweetest girl alive, in her Thai student uniform of pale blue blouse and dark blue pleated skirt, with her waist length black hair in a ponytail. And, most of the time, she was. But, when it came to other attractive young ladies like herself, she was a rather perverted individual. Her university was the sort where love between 2 girls could blossom freely, and she spent far too long considering which one of her fellow beauties she would attempt to seduce. Of course, she had to be interested in pretty girls as well, and most girls weren't, regardless of Noy's seductive charms. Such was the life of a gay girl. But there was one gorgeous beauty who was a definite prospect - Kanya, known as "Pia". Pia was an elegant young lady, with her waist length brown hair in 2 plaits, and she was definitely into girls. Noy knew she had better move before another girl did, but was apprehensive for one peculiar reason; she didn't quite know how to handle her fetishes. For Noy, contrary to her innocent appearance, was deeply into BDSM. Her fantasies of sex with Pia involved dominating and spanking her. This alone would be little issue; most girls wouldn't be too put off by such things. But her biggest passion, omorashi, was a different story. She somehow doubted that ladylike Pia would much fancy soiling her skirt and being masturbated through her filthy knickers. But she could not let that fantasy go. Omorashi was the ultimate submission, the ultimate humiliation. And Noy didn't think she could really have a fulfilling long term relationship without it. It obviously wasn't something she could bring up on the first date, or the second, or the third, or...how could she possibly ever bring it up? In a way, Pia brought it up first. One fateful day, at the start of a long lecture, Pia felt a sudden urge to poo. She wasn't sure why, though she suspected the curry she had last night had something to do with it. As time went on, she could tell it was a big one. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and strained, trying to focus on the lecture. Her stomach gurgled. She almost slipped a fart, but barely held it back. She couldn't possibly let one out in front of Noy, no matter how relieving it would feel. She fancied Noy as much as Noy did her, but she was too shy to bring it up. And certainly too shy to fart in front of her. Noy had seen enough omorashi porn to know that Pia had to poo. And she had to poo badly. She found herself increasingly distracted from the lecture and attracted to Pia's lithe legs and anguished face. Her vagina was starting to dilate a little already. She felt disgusted with herself, but she couldn't help it. If Pia farted, or, even better, pooed her skirt...she'd be on the edge of orgasm. She reminded herself to be realistic. Grown women don't poo their skirts very often, and Pia would most likely just dash off to the toilets for some much-needed relief. She briefly fantasised about restraining her, but immediately dismissed this as utterly unethical, ashamed she'd even considered it. But she could attempt to...distract Pia from going to the toilet for as long as possible. Maybe long enough for her to slip a fart. Maybe even long enough that she wouldn't make it. Pia could tell Noy was fancying her, but she believed this to be despite her predicament, not because of it. In Pia's mind, slipping a fart would be the end of it. A pretty girl like Noy wouldn't possibly want a girlfriend who farted in front of her. As soon as lectures were over, she'd dash off to the toilets to find relief before she embarrassed herself. The lecture ended, and the students stood up to leave. Pia held her stomach and bent over, wincing in pain from the pressure on her bottom. She hadn't needed to poo this badly for as long as she could remember. She was absolutely bursting, and it was a testament to her strength that she hadn't farted. "Hey, Pia," said Noy, looking as seductive as she could. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the bar with me. You're seriously cute." "Um, thanks, Noy, I'd love to, but I need to use the toilet first," said Pia. "There's a toilet in the bar," said Noy. "Why don't we walk on over -" "It's an emergency," said Pia. She was already concerned by all the other girls heading for the toilets in front of her. Noy was blocking her way. By the time she got there, she'd be near the back of the queue. "An emergency?" said Noy, acting dumb. "You mean you don't think you can make it to the bar?" "Yeah," said Pia, blushing. She strained against the massive pressure on her bottom. "Noy, please, get out of the way. I really need to go. Now." "OK, fine", said Noy, very slowly walking towards the door. "If you're using the toilet here, I'll use it, too." Pia hurried to the door as quickly as she could, holding her bottom with one hand. Noy giggled. She was trembling with arousal already. Now if only she'd slip a fart... Noy took her place behind Pia in the toilet queue. Pia was bent over, holding her stomach, sweating from the strain. "Hey, Pia," said Noy, "are you sure about going here? The queue's pretty long. Why don't we go over to the bar?" "I'd be near the front of it if it weren't for you blocking my way," said Pia, annoyed. "Uhhh..." She barely restrained a massive urge to poo. "Well, sorry," said Noy. "I didn't realise it was such an emergency." "Yeah, I know," said Pia. "It's not your fault...uhhh..." The sight of the toilets just out of reach was making it so much harder for Pia to hold it. Noy knew about "latch key incontinence" in theory, but to see it working on a sexy girl in practice was just incredible. The fart which puffed from Pia's skirt was even more incredible. Noy shuddered as she smelt it. It wasn't a good smell, but the humiliation which it represented was making her vagina slippery. She really shouldn't be feeling this way, but she just couldn't help it, any more than Pia could help yielding to the massive pressure in her bowels. Pia blushed in deep humiliation as she smelt the stench of her fart. She had to make it to the toilet, agonising as it was to resist letting go. If she didn't, her chances with Noy were gone. No dignified girl would want a girlfriend who poos her skirt. Fortunately for Pia, Noy wasn't a dignified girl in the slightest, and her passion for Pia was growing with every anguished look on her face and every fart that squeaked through her trembling bottom. Her fantasies were coming true. But would they reach their glorious climax - Pia pooing her skirt? It was a lot to hope for, but Noy was becoming increasingly optimistic. As the sweating Pia slipped another fart, it was obvious she was starting to lose control. Perhaps her knickers were already skid marked. Oh, to see under that skirt! But Noy restrained herself. "Do you think you'll make it, Pia?" she asked. "I...think...so..." said Pia, trying to look as strong as she could. In truth, she knew she had seconds to spare. The proximity of the toilet was making it harder and harder to hold it, and the pressure was coming to bursting point. If that queue didn't hurry up, she'd be dropping a load in her skirt, and she knew it. She crossed her legs and leaned against the wall, gasping for strength. There were only 3 girls in front of her...2...1...but with every step she took closer to the toilet, holding it became harder still. Due to not having wasted her teenage years masturbating to omorashi, Pia was unaware of latchkey incontinence, but she was certainly feeling it. Another fart squeaked from her bottom. She blushed deeper, relieved that somehow she hadn't followed through. Noy inhaled the stench like it was fresh mountain air. The stench of utter humiliation. But would she...Noy fantasised about the anguished strain on Pia's face as her strength finally failed her and she pooed her skirt at last. Would she see that? She admired Pia's strength to have lasted so long. She was clearly restraining a massive poo, and many girls would have given in by now. Noy wondered how well she would have fared in the same situation. She suspected she'd be crying in a filthy skirt by now. At any rate, she certainly wasn't going to judge Pia harshly for giving in if...or when...she did. Pia finally reached the front of the queue. Her knickers were still spotless white. She'd made it...almost. As she sighed a little in relief, she felt a surge of pressure like none she had felt before. A surge she simply couldn't resist. She hammered on the stall door, almost by instinct. "Hurry up! Hurry up! I'm...I'm..." Despite her straining with all her strength, poo forced through her anus into her knickers. She whimpered in pain as tears of humiliation came to her eyes. Now resigned to her filthy fate, she leaned back against the wall and moaned as she felt the poo fill her knickers and stain her skirt. Noy knew exactly what was happening, and was thrilled. She was on the edge of orgasm, and the slightest touch of her G-spot would have sent her over the edge. Her fantasies were coming true. "Hey, Pia, it's OK," she said, putting an arm around her. "You held out really well. You couldn't help it." Pia whimpered as tears flowed down her face. Noy seemed to be taking this much better than she thought she would. In fact, she seemed...turned on. Surely not. Noy wanted nothing more than to flip up Pia's skirt and masturbate her, but knew that doing this would get her immediately expelled and probably registered as a sex offender, not to mention being completely non-consensual. She exercised her utmost restraint in just giving Pia a cuddle. Though she did let her hand creep down to feel the warmth of the poo in the back of Pia's skirt. It was a big one, and she'd let it all out. The stall door opened. The girl inside came out, and grimaced at the stench. Seeing Pia sobbing, she immediately realised what had happened, and hurried on, feeling deeply sorry for her but really not wanting to stick around. Pia dashed into the toilet and began trying to clean up as best she could. She was so, so glad that girls wore skirts. In a skirt, she could just discard her obliterated knickers and carry on without anyone noticing. If she'd been wearing trousers as the boys did, she'd have to wear obviously soiled trousers on her shameful walk home. She pitied any poor boys who suffered similar circumstances. Noy needed a stall as well, for very different reasons. She needed to jerk off, now. She was trembling in passion, and could think of nothing but fucking Pia, but Pia obviously wasn't in the mood right now. Unless...perhaps, in her vulnerability, she'd be up for coming home for a shower? And some comfort? And some sex? One fantasy had come true today. Why not another? Noy decided she'd try it. When the tearful Pia, with knickers discarded, emerged from the stall, she hugged her again. "Hey, Pia," she said. "Do you fancy coming back to my place? For a shower, and some comfort?" "Um...yeah, I guess," said Pia, rather confused. Who on Earth would want to take home a girl who'd just soiled herself? She knew this offer would mean sex - she wasn't totally naive - but she was up for that. Noy was seriously hot. The girls walked back to Noy's room holding hands. Noy could think of nothing but the shower sex they were going to have. Pia didn't know what to feel. She was deeply humiliated, but that somehow felt good when Noy was taking charge of her. Noy let Pia into her room. "Come on, let's go shower," she said. "Who goes first?" said Pia, playing dumb. "No, both of us," said Noy. "Come on." Both girls pulled off their clothes as quickly as they could, and gazed at each other's beautiful bodies. Noy switched on the shower, and let it run warm before stepping in. Pia stepped in after her. As soon as she had, Noy held her tight and started French kissing her. Both girls were deeply aroused, Noy a single touch away from orgasm. Noy started feeling Pia's G-spot, and Pia then did the same to Noy. Noy came almost at once, urine flowing down her legs with the shower water as she utterly lost control. It was the most intense climax she'd ever had. Pia took a little longer to come, but soon was moaning in pleasure as Noy's fingers got to her. Both girls felt a deep connection that needed no words. Their relationship may not have started auspiciously, but it definitely seemed like one worth pursuing.

This is Chapter One of a larger story. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. -- On Travelling Light "When hiking in the wilderness, one should always travel light." It was a wise and time-tested adage, but as Alexander Privost was about to learn, there was more than one way the piece of traditional wisdom should be heeded. When the morning sun came filtering through the tropical treetops and onto the thin fabric of the tent, Alex was awoken with two thoughts. The first was the wonderfully warm and humid weather, along with a uniquely heavy and lethargic feeling to his body, which together was very conducive to him staying in his bedroll and sleeping a bit longer; the second was that he was not alone. He thankfully remembered shortly after exactly why. -- He'd been between expeditions, nursing a drink in an open-air bar near the port, and trying to plot the best route to his next destination, a fishing town near a freshwater lake several miles up north. The young adult tabby was no novice adventurer and if his gearpack and rough clothing didn't tell the tale, his lithe and fit body surely would. Between sips, he'd found the stool next to his occupied by a rather attractive young lynx. He'd thought nothing of it at first, until she rather pointedly leaned in to pore over his map, quietly remarking, "Don't take the trade road. There's a team of highwaymen working right around here," she indicated a blind curve on the map with a light drag of her foreclaw, "and they've paid off the local patrols." Normally, Alex have been annoyed by the blasé interruption, but her perception and helpful recommendation gave him pause. She beamed at him with eager green eyes and an energetic smile when he lifted his gaze from the map. "Penelope," she chimed. "Call me Penny." He gently, perhaps a little unsurely, shook her proffered hand. "Alexander. Alex. You've uh... got a pretty keen eye. Are you local?" She shook her head, long locks of black hair shimmering in the strong afternoon sun. "No. Not, natively, anyway. I was born on a merchant ship," She chuckled. "Traveling is in my blood, I've been doing it as long as I could walk, though, and this is one of my favorite ports." She patted Alex's travel pack, which sat on the floor between them. "Forgive me, I saw your gear and the map and I just couldn't help myself." Alex gave a good-natured chuckle and leaned over the map, circling the bend in the road she'd pointed out with a charcoal pencil and leaning back. "Can I get you a drink?" He asked. "It's the least I could do for your help." Penny raised her eyebrows, cordial smile curling into a coy grin. "Tell you what, if you buy us dinner I could help you a lot more than that." Afternoon wore on to evening, finding them moved on from the bar to a tavern on the docks. A collection of maps and charts intermingled upon a back booth table with several empty plates and bowls, and a couple empty tankards of mead. The maps were covered in charcoal pencil marks, outlining a path through the wilderness to the destination he'd planned; some shortcuts, some detours, and some resting places. The trip would take the better part of a day and a half, but the eager and provably expert young lynx knew her stuff. Alex hiccupped and burped quietly, and reflected that he had sure enough paid for dinner... but Penny had paid for the second and third helpings, of which he'd had the majority share. How he'd managed that, he wasn't quite sure, but he had a faint recollection of some food finding its way to his mouth without the use of his own hands. Penny chuckled, arms behind her head across the booth from Alex, eyes half-lidded and that now familiar smirk gracing her maw again. "Well, I suppose we should be glad we plotted a more challenging route than the main road. We've got some calories to burn off." Alex gave his own sheepish grin, the full weight of his consumption manifesting in a slowly dawning sensation of acute fullness and a touch of embarrassment, a single hand gingerly cradling his middle. Penny sensed his apprehension and began rolling up the maps, carefully stowing them in her own travel pack. "What say we get some shuteye? I have a feeling we're both gonna need some time to sleep it off and we need to set out early." Alex nodded, before realizing he'd failed to book a room. He'd planned to after charting his route at the bar, but Penny had proven to be very distracting. Very distracting. Almost as distracting as the fact that the lynx had taken the tabby's hand, guiding him out the door and into the cool costal night air. The idea that the lynx had cunningly coaxed his solo expedition into a trip for two didn't even dawn on him. As they trodded on down the moonlit streets of the sleeping town, he did, however, think to protest. Things were moving quickly - and not just literally, given the brisk pace they took wasn't easing the aching fullness in his tummy - but he'd just met the girl this afternoon. She wasn't unattractive; in fact, the way her youthful, curved figure moved in the silhouette of the blue-gold moonlight, and the way her hair sparkled in a way that almost made it blend with the distant inky waves of the ocean certainly helped with his unease, but Alex was a travel-wise cat. He had the uncanny feeling he was being led into a trap. He finally let his training win out, and as he opened his mouth to protest, he realized they'd already been past the front desk of a fairly reputable inn, paid for the night, and were halfway through the door of one of the upstairs rooms. Perhaps, he figured, he'd let himself get into trouble. He'd been in worse, after all. What followed was fairly predictable. They made small talk on the bed for a couple minutes before Penny unbuttoned her linen top, while Alex turned down the gas lamps with an outstretched arm. They made love once, fumbled around a little, then again, although perhaps a little less frantically than two people their age and vim normally would. Alex's stomach still was badly full, and each time he got a little too lost in the throes of mating, it reminded him with a groan and twinge of ache. Penny had done most of the work, he decided to himself honestly at the end and collapsed into the mattress, exhausted. Within a few minutes, he was deep asleep, and his body finally found peace enough to focus on the task at hand. Penny, however, was wide awake and watching. Once she was sure he was asleep, she scooted a little closer to him, and carefully lifted his top. He was laying on his back; his stomach protruded decently, but not outlandishly so below his ribs - the cat's light and agile frame was not accustomed to the amount of food he'd forced down, even if his active lifestyle did mean he occasionally had a fairly high caloric intake. It grumbled and churned restlessly between his breaths, and after a few moments, she could resist no longer, laying next to him and resting her head right on top of it - gently at first, so as not to wake him, but then easing the weight on until she was comfortable, listening to his stuffed tum squeeze and digest the meal(s) within. Admittedly, however, her thoughts weren't quite in the present. No, she was rather thinking of the days ahead, and with those thoughts in mind, she finally began to drift off to sleep. Alex awoke first, but the hefty groan that squeezed its way out of his maw ensured Penny followed shortly after. He felt like he'd ingested a particularly dense and roughly as ornery stone, and the lynx laying half-atop him certainly wasn't helping his gumption to rise. Mercifully, however, she rose, bare breasts and slim body lit from behind by the grey-blue, fickle glow of the distant sunrise approaching from beyond the horizon. Even he couldn't quite help cracking a half way, crooked smile. She returned the look with an amorous, sleepy grin, tail batting coyly on the mattress. "I'd letcha keep looking," she said, unsubtly arching her back, "but we need to get a move on if we're going to make time." He gave a playful protest in the form of another groan, but began to wrestle his own nude frame out of bed, eventually standing bare and stretching. She took her return on investment gazing at his shapely, round rear for as long as it took for him to get some shorts on, then set to work getting herself dressed. A few minutes later, they headed back downstairs and onto the patio to have breakfast before departing, laying the maps out once again to review the path. They'd follow the North road out of town, but only as far as a mile or two before detouring onto an old hunting trail, and into the dense forest from there. Alex was still mildly suffering from the generous portion or three that he'd packed down the night before, but his stomach was empty, and breakfast being the most important meal of the day (besides lunch and dinner,) he took a generous portion of fresh eggs and salted meats with coffee. Penny supped on eggs on toast and some tea. After both taking their fill, they packed and set out. Grey-blue turned to violet and gold, the sun cresting the hills behind them as they crossed the town's border. Ahead of them, a major dirt road about three motor-carriages wide wound before them, lined on either side by rough weeds and grass, and then by ancient, towering, and dense redwoods. The lynx led the way with the tabby not far behind, admiring her natural bounce with each step as they paced on. The going was easy despite the slight grade as they climbed a lazy knoll that marked their approach to the foothills of the King Mountains. Penny hummed a rhythm to the padding of her feet that Alex found merry, and after a time, he paused. "What song is that? I've never heard it before." She glanced behind herself for a moment, not stopping her pace. "It's a tune that the steamer hands have picked up recently, it's been stuck in my head since I got in to port last week." She turned her head forward, singing boldly with a bellow that Alex was surprised a body like hers could produce, "There were two lofty ships from old 'Ellen came, Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we; One was the Prince of Windward, and the other Prince of Dames, Cruising down along the coast of the High Palm Tree. " 'Aloft there, aloft!' our jolly boatswain cries, Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we; 'Look ahead, look astern, look aweather and alee, Look along down the coast of the High Palm Tree.' " Alex hummed along as she continued and he had time to pick up the tune, and before he knew it, they'd left the road and were into the trailhead. Purple yellow turned to verdant hues as the rising sun became sheltered below the canopy and scattered by the low grass around them, songbirds and the whisper winds of the tall trees filling the soundscape around them. The pace went from even and rhythmic to more deliberate and jaunty, following the lynx over roots, around fallen logs, and through tight clearings where the greens threatened to reclaim the long untended trail. It was about then that Alex realized he might have a problem. With every jaunt and swing, he could feel his laden insides bounce and lurch, throwing off his balance and making him acutely aware of how much he'd ingested. He was also fairly aware of a lingering unease within as his meal from the night before continued southward, weighing down somewhere behind his bellybutton. Despite his active lifestyle and decent appetite, the tabby knew he'd grossly overindulged and would be paying for it soon. "Hey!" Alex perked. Penny had stopped about a quarter cable ahead, arms folded, tail coiling and uncoiling behind her. "Slowpoke, we'll never make it to the marker before sundown at this rate." The tabby picked up the pace, joining her after a moment of awkward jogging or two. "Something bothering you? ...Eat too much?" Alex nodded sheepishly, not quite noticing the half-singsong tone she'd taken on the last half of her inquiry. An inquisitive index finger of the lynx's found and prodded Alex's mostly unguarded belly, eliciting a grumpy "Hey!" from him. She retorted with a precocious growl-chuckle, chasing it with a "Hey nothing, you. C'mon, work it off!" And with that, she set off again at a brisk pace, and gritting his teeth, Alex followed, along with his burdened belly. Things didn't get much easier from there. Light groans and shifts from within Alex's belly turned longer, deeper, and lower, and before long he was beginning to feel gassy. Digestion was taking its toll on the cat, and as the minutes dragged into the better part of an hour, he could swear he was heavier than he was when he'd set off on the hike. Another problem was beginning to brew as well, literally; the coffee he'd drank earlier had sunk through his body and was filling his bladder. A tense, dull tingling inside reminded him of it with each footfall. Mercifully, they reached their first checkpoint on the map - the ruins of a temple from ages long past. Nestled against a cliff and largely hidden by the growing thickness of the trees surrounding them, the mist from the canopy intermingled whimsically with the remains of its clay roof. They found a relatively safe spot to sit, rest, stretch, and in Alex's case, fidget. Penny sensed his restlessness and scooted closer to him and rub his shoulders. "Feeling any better?" Alex shook his head. "I feel like my entire body is out of rhythm. I might need to take a break soon." Penny feigned ignorance, leaning in to nuzzle at the left side of his cheek. "We are taking a break, silly." Alex huffed. "Not that kind of break." His gut let out a low bubbling to punctuate his statement. The lynx giggled and let her hands drop to Alex's tummy and give it a couple pats. "Poor boy." Alex smiled sheepishly, and Penelope stood up and stretched. "Well, I suppose I could take a leak, myself. Ladies first~!" She stood and wandered off out of sight before he could protest. She slunk behind the stonework of the structure, dropping her trousers and squatting, letting the leaves and grass tickle her rear, before sighing out and letting her stream flow gently from her body. A mild mist rose from below her as it tinkled and trickled betwixt the plants under her butt, pooling in a natural divot in the dirt a couple feet away. While she did her business, she marveled at the natural beauty of the ornate grey and white stone - hewn with primitive tools into ornate columns and arches - and how nature intermingled in vines and sprouts in the absence of its founders and caretakers. She took a minute to work out her plans for the day - not of traveling, they had those plans down pat - but her rather more dubious ones with her traveling companion. She could read his body language pretty well - his body was obviously working its way through his massive intake and preparing to rid itself of the excess, she mused, and she didn't want to waste the opportunity, so she pondered a little on how she could manage to keep him ripe and bottom heavy. A devious idea struck her, and she chewed on her lower lip a little as her stream dwindled to a stop. She hiked up her shorts but left the top two buttons deliberately undone as she made her way back up to the temple. Alex was a little disoriented to say the least. The weight and bloating in his guts curled ever lower and grew in noise and discomfort with each passing minute, and the anticipation of coming relief wasn't helping. He jumped a bit when Penny tapped his shoulder. "Jeez. We should be glad you followed my advice, daydreamer, or those bandits would have eaten you for breakfast." He managed a bashful smile. "My turn?" Alex asked sarcastically, rising gingerly and wincing as his guts redistributed the weight within him with an audible, thick gurgle. He wasn't expecting Penny to reply with a "Maybe~" and a soft peck to his lips. The tabby didn't quite understand, and figured perhaps she was trying to be funny or flirty, but when he tried to pass her after returning her smooch distractedly, she stepped back in front of him, both hands gripping - gently, but with a sense of importance - his hips. "...Penny?" He asked. "I uh, gotta go. Can this wait?" Penny leaned in, chewing her lower lip a little again, and finally pushed through her own hesitation to breathe heavily into his ear, "Can I help?" Alex didn't know what to make of what she'd said beyond that her tone awoke a primal feeling within, more powerful than his bloated bowels and needy bladder, starting somewhere in his loins and working up his spine with youthful, lustful fire. He gave her the off-balance look of confused arousal and hoped it could convey his feelings - and in a way, it did, leaving Penelope to hook a confident finger into the hem of his shorts and lead him down and off into the greens a ways. Suitably, they came to stop at a particularly broad (and to Alex, deeply inviting) tree. As Penny let go of Alex's shorts and slipped behind him, his bladder suddenly felt more full... needier, too, probably because of the natural place of relief right in front of him. Penny let her arms drape around his sides, nipping at his neck as she undid his shorts and let them drop to his feet... but not his underwear. Alex let out a whimper, half out of lust, half out of urgency as his knees drew inward and his hips began to shift and squirm. He pleaded in a voice very unlike his usually confident nature, "Penny...? I really need to go, seriously..." The only reply he got was the same aroused tone she'd given him, washing into his ear with a heat and melody he swore was unnatural, "I know~." Her clawtips found the hem of his underclothes, and she gently, slowly worked them down, his cock bouncing free from its confines in the open air, confidently already at half-mast. Thankfully, his own thudding heart and now badly full and very eager to empty bladder kept it from standing fully and preventing him from urinating, and with his underwear joining his shorts around his ankles, the soft pads of the lynx's paws gently, softly... warmly clasped his length. He let out a nervous whimper, his resolve to hold his urine back weakening with each moment, and he was acutely aware now he wasn't being fellated... no, he was being aimed. Still, something was stopping him from watering the tree in front of him, and a needy bubbling from deep within reminded him... it wasn't just his bladder that was full. He opened his mouth, fumbling for words as one does when they've never been a position remotely needing them before, "Penny? I, uh... You might not want to stand behind me, I..." Penny cut him off. "I know, cutie. Whatever happens, happens, but you'd better not dirty my clothes~." Alex gave an urgent groan. He had no choice in the matter, anymore anyway, and with a distinct sensation of losing his grip on his bladder, a stream burst forth from the tip of his length, uneven and weak at first, but within moments gushing so powerfully the backsplash from the tree trunk was lightly tickling their feet. But inevitably, as one does when they've been sealed up for so long, Alex felt a familiar tickling as the very base of his butt, and despite forcing his stream to a stop with a rather admittedly girlish whine, it resumed heedless of his commands, and with it, a rather long and heavy fart burst from his rear. The gas that had been trapped and mixing in his belly simply wouldn't be denied any longer, and with his limited control of his lower muscles, it finally forced its way to freedom, warming penny's lap and dissipating, mercifully, into the gentle open breeze. He squinted his eyes shut and grit his teeth, hoping an apologetic groan would be enough, sure he was going to lose control of his butt at the same time that he was draining the lake between his hips, but thankfully his trumpeting dwindled to a stop on its own. Penny gave his bare ass a couple pats with one hand in a lewdly reassuring sort of way, and the rather humiliated tabby continued to hose the tree in front of him with pee for a good half-minute before his stream eased shakily to a stop. They stood there for a short while, panting, hearts pounding, and bodies leaning against each other for a short while. The secret was out, and although Alex was still confused and guessing at exactly why Penny was doing what she did, he found he had way less of an apprehension about it than he'd imagined he would. That was, until he felt her hand glide down his thigh and start to pull his underclothes back up. His guts heaved in protest with a very audible, deep rumbling and penny could feel his butt squeeze tightly against her hips, a laborious groan tumbling from his maw. "Penny, no, I still gotta..." She gave his ear a good nip and pulled up his underclothes and shorts the rest of the way, fumbling with the catches until they were snug against his still burdened belly. She gently turned him to face her, and the look on her face instantly weakened his resolve to pull free. Lust was spelled across her expression in text plainer than any print, her half-lidded eyes searching his, heavy, slow breathing eliciting little trills from her nose as she chewed visibly on her lower lip. She leaned in, kissing him so hard he had to lean forward to stop them both stumbling or falling backwards into the generous pond he'd just made, and kissed back, both expressing their mutual arousal in little heated vocalizations. A lot of understanding was exchanged in the moment without the use of any words, until they finally broke the kiss. Penny spoke first, after a moment of light fumbling. "I uh... I know you gotta, but..." She let one palm gently, lightly caress his belly. "Can you go without for a bit?" Alex didn't question it any further, it didn't matter to him why she wanted it, it was more a matter of whether he could, now. He glanced down at his gut as if a look could evaluate how much longer he could go without a proper bathroom break; Penny kissed his forehead in encouragement. His insides were heavy and full, but with the immediate gas pressure off his rear, he did definitely feel better. "I... I could, but I don't know for how long." Penny nodded. "There's a river by our first camping spot, a couple hours from here. Could you... would you make it there?" She gave him another of her looks, and it occurred to him they were becoming his favorite. Still, his weighted middle reminded him of its presence. If not for her, he'd have squatted and made himself a fair amount lighter a long time ago. "...I'll try. No promises. And only because you asked." His tone had a genuine warning edge, his guts felt traitorous. "And you're responsible if I can't." Penny pushed herself into another kiss, tail flicking with excitement. She broke the kiss after a moment, giving Alex's belly a gentle pat and admiring the deep thump it gave it response. "Well, we'd better get going, then. The sooner we get there, the sooner you'll get to go!" And with that they set off, the pace decidedly less eager and more deliberate despite Alex's disproportionate want to make the destination even more expediently than before. Penny took up the rear this time, occasionally stumbling over roots because of how intently she was staring at the shapely, bouncing, and needy ass of her travel partner.

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This cute story is a short one, my first attempt at omorashi fiction on this site. Li Yanyan should have been having great fun. She was cycling home from work dressed in her smart white button up shirt and comfy red miniskirt, with the wind blowing through her hair under her helmet. But a gross misjudgement of her bladder capacity had left her in substantial pain. She had lost count of how much green tea she had drunk, and when she finished work, there was a queue for the toilet! Rather than wait around to use it and leave her boyfriend waiting at home, she decided to just hold it and cycle home. Big mistake. It might have been OK if traffic was clear, but traffic in Shenzhen was rarely clear, and she was stuck in a jam, absolutely bursting to wee, with no relief in sight. There had been an accident ahead, and the police were trying to sort it out. There was going to be a second accident if they didn't move soon, she thought, shuddering at the possibility. She couldn't wee her skirt, she was 20 years old. And what would her boyfriend think? She'd be in for a spanking for sure. She couldn't be so weak. She had to hold it, however painful it was. But she couldn't cross her legs or hold herself on her bicycle. She squirmed on her seat. How long was this going to take? The cute little shorts she wore as underwear beneath her skirt were still dry, but for how much longer? She knew she was only a few minutes away from starting to piddle in her skirt. But she had to hold it, however tempting it was to let go. The team responding to the crash had managed to move the vehicles to the side. It wouldn't be too long until she could go on now. Just a few more minutes. But she was still at least 10 minutes' ride away from home! 10 minutes not to leak, while cycling intensely. It was going to be agony, and she whimpered at the prospect of it. How bad could it be to just wee her skirt? She could change when she got home...after her boyfriend had punished her, that is. Nonetheless, she resolved to hold it to her limit. If she had an accident then, well, she did her best. She clenched her sphincter and got ready to pedal as the traffic started to move. Holding it while moving was so much harder. The temptation to leak a drop grew every second. But she couldn't. She couldn't let go. Just a few more minutes. She clenched as hard as she could as she rode past the accident. She noticed that the tearful young woman taken from one of the cars had wet her skirt in distress, and suspected that she too would be in that situation soon. But she was holding it for now. It wasn't too far. As she turned onto her street, though, the urge became so intense she could no longer control it. A warm spurt moistened her underwear, and she knew more were coming. She was starting to wee her skirt already, and she still had to lock up her bicycle and ride the lift to her apartment. She wasn't going to make it. She knew it. Her humiliating situation did not distract her from the small child who stepped out in front of her. She swerved wildly to avoid him, almost falling off her bicycle and swearing under her breath. She was OK...except her underwear. She felt the piss gush onto her seat and down her legs in torrents. She had lost control, and there was no way she was getting it back. And her boyfriend would see. She got off her soaking wet bicycle seat and sheepishly pushed her bicycle over to the rack. She got the lock out of her bag and locked it, looking down at the rivers of urine tracked down her legs. Her skirt was damp, too. She was easily the cutest woman in her apartment building, but she looked a mess now. One of her elderly neighbours walked by and saw her predicament. "Oh, little Yanyan", she said, concerned. "You've wet yourself." "Yeah..." said Li Yanyan, blushing scarlet. "I got struck in traffic, and then I had to avoid a small boy...I just couldn't make it." "I'm sorry to hear that," said her neighbour. Li Yanyan was even more humiliated now someone had seen her disgrace herself. But she was more worried about what her boyfriend, Zhang Xiaodong, would think. He really loved her, but he was...rather perverted, to say the least. He was only 2 years older than she was, but he seemed to see her as his little slave girl, and she didn't like it. But he was so good at sex. Indescribably good. So good that she was willing to put up with his flaws. She opened the door and looked in, with tears in her eyes. Zhang Xiaodong was waiting for her. "...did you just piddle in your knickers?" he said, in aroused disbelief. "Yeah," said Li Yanyan, accepting her fate. "I almost made it, but I had to swerve to avoid a small boy and...yeah." She looked down at her damp skirt and urine-streaked legs. Zhang Xiaodong wasted no time in approaching her and laying hands on her. "How about you get your punishment for being so naughty?" he said, with a visible bulge in his trousers. "Fine," said Li Yanyan. "But please don't be too rough." Zhang Xiaodong picked her up, put her over his shoulder, and took her to the bathroom. There, he put her over his knees, and picked up the paddle that was resting by the door. "Time for naughty girls to get spanked," he said. Li Yanyan sighed as he yanked up her skirt, revealing her wet underwear. She felt the first strike of the paddle. He had heeded her instructions, and it wasn't too hard, just very naughty. She whimpered a little as the paddle struck again and again. After about 10 strikes, he stopped. "Sorry, babe, I have to cut this short or I'm going to jizz my pants," he said, with little sense of romance. He undid his flies and revealed his cock. "Now...time for the real fun to start." He slipped a condom out of his pocket and put it on, trying hard not to lose control of himself as he did so. Li Yanyan wasn't expecting much stamina from this session; what was it with him and women having embarrassing little accidents? As soon as he got the condom on, he picked Li Yanyan up, shoved her against the wall, tugged her knickers down, and started fucking her as hard as he could. Li Yanyan gasped at the intensity of it, though he came fairly quickly as expected. After he withdrew he got to work with his fingers on her already aroused vulva, swiftly finding her G-spot and bringing her to moaning orgasm. This was worth pissing herself and getting spanked. "So...after we've cleaned up...do you fancy eel stew for dinner?" said Zhang Xiaodong. "Sure," said Li Yanyan, panting from exhaustion.

View File FSET-845 - Accidentally Witnesses a Pee Oh no! Someone witnessed you peeing, now the only way to keep them quiet is by offering them sex. Makes sense Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 09/25/2019 Category Peeing  

“Yeah, I-I don’t really have any kinks myself,” Kelsey slurred, taking a sip from her fifth beer that night, “but I’m an open-minded person. One of my exes was into feet, so we fucked around with that.” She noticed Shay, her girlfriend, had been blushing since she’d first mentioned the word ‘kink.’ Now, Kelsey was just coaxing her to tell her what she was into, letting her know that whatever it is she’d be fine with it. “In fact, I kind- I kind of liked it,” she went on to say, “not that I’m also into feet, but I like weird shit like that. It helps keep the sex interesting. There- there isn’t much that I’d consider taboo.” Shay’s eyes darted around the room as she laughed uneasily, but she still didn’t say anything. Kelsey stifled a burp. “What are you into? W-Are you into anything?” Shay looked started. That was too direct. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna,” Kelsey reassured. “Umm-“ Shay brushed her auburn hair behind her and looked at the floor. “I am, but... I’ve never really told anyone.” “You can tell me,” she almost spilled her beer down her white tank top trying to take another sip. “If you’re comf-comfortable.” Shay laughed. “Uh- Well, here goes. I really like omorashi.” Kelsey blinked. “It’s uh... Pee. I like holding it, and other people holding it. When someone wets themselves, it’s...” She shrugged. “I’m into anything piss-related.” She thought should be more coherent, considering her sobriety. Kelsey paused for a moment, then started laughing. For a moment, Shay was mortified. Then, her lover spoke: “Dude, I wasn’t expecting that, but I really appreciate you telling me.” She finished her beer and tossed it towards the trash can, missing and sending it clattering to the ground. “Tell you what, I already kind of have to pee. I drank almost a whole- a whole six pack of white claws, so tonight, or- or whenever, you can do whatever you want with my bladder.” Shay laughed. “What are you talking about, Kel?” “Whatever you want me to do with my pee, I’ll do it. It’s whatever. Except-except these are new sweatpants, so I might not pee myself. Unless I change.” She shook her head, giggling. Pretty soon, though, Kelsey had passed out on the couch. Shay gingerly put a blanket over her and went to bed. ... When Kelsey woke up in the morning, she was hungover and had an aching need to piss. She groaned as she sat up, her head throbbing painfully. “I didn’t even drink that much...” she mumbled groggily. She crawled off the sofa and tried to get into the bathroom, but it seemed to be occupied. Running water could be heard. “Why do you still lock the door when you take a shower?” she called through the door, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “I don’t know when people visit!” Shay called back. Kelsey gave herself a squeeze and went into the kitchen. She made herself some coffee, dancing like a little kid as she watched the liquid leak and spurt down into her mug. She badly needed the toilet. She drank her coffee as she waited for the bathroom door to open, and as the time went on, the sink became an increasingly alluring place to do her business... Comment your vote: 1- Pee in the sink! 2- Hold it! The bathroom will be open soon...

Author’s note: This story is meant to be like Zootopia 2 Many years has passed and the city of Zootopia is become a city with a rising impact of crime, just like Gotham City and it’s worsening everyday. The ZPD have been recruiting new policemen or policewoman to aid in this increasing cause and in this conflict Judy Hopps and partner Nick Wilde have fallen in love with each other and now Nick is her boyfriend. In aiding with the problem she almost got shot by one of the gangsters Nick and her were trying to find, but her partner killed the gangster before he could shoot her and this led them to their relationship. The couple have been sleeping in Judy’s appartment, they are having fun sleeping together and they mostly spend time having a sexual intercorse. Sunday, March 17 2019: After a wild night of Judy enjoying having sex with her boyfriend Nick, Judy woke up to find how badly she needed to pee, she got up and raced to the bathroom, where she plonked her sexy ass on the toilet and moaned in her hot relief. She must’ve spent an hour or so because her stream was so big, she must’ve held it in for the whole night, but she was pee shy she doesn’t want others to know about her desperation, before this crime infested city business happened on a mission Judy actually had an accident because she didn’t tell Nick about it. She was done, she wiped herself and flushed the toilet. Judy went to put on her clothes, she placed a pink laced panty on with no bra and her police outfit. Not shortly after that Nick got dressed and they could eat breakfast. They had bacon and eggs with orange juice and Judy kinda went overboard with it and she probably would regret doing that, they grabbed their phones that were charging in the kitchen and the keys and went in the car. Judy then started it and on course for the ZPD HQ, they always enjoyed living together and their missions because they are together and Nick is thinking about the proper time for him to propose to her, he really connects with her than any other girl he’s seen. By that time the driver felt that she needed to pee and decided to hold it in until they get to the warehouse where this gang is and come to the police station to find the coordinates or whereabouts they are located in Zootopia. To Be Continued...

This story is not mine, it's only a traduction I made from an italian erotic story I read on a website. Warning: sexual content I hope you enjoy! Hi everyone, my name is Tommaso and I am 23 years old. I want to tell you about what I have already mentioned in the title, of that night after which my life has not been and will never be the same again! So know that my girlfriend, a wonderful brunette named Claudia, shares my passion! What it is you will find out if you will receive the patience to read to the end! We have known each other for a short time, no more than three months, and we have already made love, I above and her below, not without kisses and various caresses, but still without particular perversions. Moreover the saying goes: the SECOND time you never forget! No proverb was ever more appropriate! So that evening Claudia and I met at a restaurant. She was dressed all in black, with a vertiginous miniskirt, stunning pantyhose and two high-heeled shoes that left her toes bare. We planned an intimate dinner, a movie night and then another night of love. However, what happened at the cinema turned the evening into a night of WILD SEX! It was a cold winter evening and we both drank too many glasses, so once we got to the cinema I said: - Sweetheart, I'm sorry but I have to go to the bathroom at any cost! Indeed, you would do well to go there too, before the film begins! -. She said: "Don't worry about me, honey, I have an iron bladder!" -. The provocation was obvious, but I didn't care, I went to the bathroom and did what I had to do. Once out, I thought it would end there. Instead she added the dose: "My poor love has a weak bladder!" -. At that point it became a sort of challenge and I replied: - Would you perhaps tell me that you would be able to resist until the end of the film? - She, perhaps emboldened by too much wine, replied: - More than the end of the film! At least home! I'm ready to bet! - -Agree! - I said - but if you lose the bet you will allow me to penetrate you from behind! - This was something she had never experienced because it frightened her, but she said anyway: "I accept!" And we clasped our hands vigorously to seal the pact. We went into the hall and found a place in the last rows, almost deserted. The film began few minutes later. But do you know what? I didn't care about the movie anymore! I had my eyes fixed on Claudia's beautiful legs, perfectly parallel and comfortably arranged on the chair. I deduced from this posture that he was not in the slightest in crisis and despaired that something would happen, but I kept waiting. My patience was finally rewarded: twenty minutes after the film began, she began to grab her pussy. "We're here!" I thought, "she need to pee!" "All right, love?" I asked her, feigning indifference. "Certainly," she replied, in the same tone. About twenty minutes later, her legs tightened frantically as she began to pant. -Love, are you really sure you're okay? - I insisted, not without a smirk this time at the corners of my mouth -Of course, darling, don't worry! - -I still see you upset- I sneaked maliciously -The movie is so compelling! to justify her, but a shadow of concern painted her face before she could hide it. The film would have lasted a long time, at least a couple of hours and she was already beginning to show signs of giving way. As time passed his despair grew, as did my satisfaction, while I was already looking forward to the sweet taste of winning the unusual bet. Towards the middle of the film her legs, from which they were joined crossed as she began to blow, almost wanting to warm herself from the cold that was in the room, in fact she used this as a justification for her agitation. The first half ended and everyone got up, but she didn't dare move from the chair to go to the bathroom, although she had intention. She didn't want to show signs of giving away, but I knew she was about to lose control. I invited her out to smoke a cigarette and she accepted. Her step was much slower than usual, and as she smoked she inhaled deeply, hoping to divert attention from the impelling need that invaded her every minute that passed. So I sadistically offered her a sip of water from my bottle to see how she would react. She was desperate, she didn't want to increase her sufferings, but even this time she made the best of a bad situation and took a sip of water as if it were poison. Meanwhile the second half was about to begin, and her bladder, now full to the brim, slowed her pace even more as we reentered the hall. The second half began, and his legs began to tremble as she squirmed in the chair. - Do you have to go to the bathroom, darling? - I insinuated, seeing her now close to giving way. By now his agitation was too obvious for him to be able to hide it, so she replied, "A little bit, but I can still do it!" Here we are! - I said to myself - she's going to piss herself! - In the half hour that followed she continued to cross her legs first in one verse, then in the other, more and more quickly, and began to have to hold her cunt every minute or two, a sign that the inevitable was about to happen. The bathroom was there, just a few steps away from her, but she didn't dare go there, so as not to lose the bet that she had let slip from her lips, but soon she could have escaped something else, and by her vulva labia!(labia and lips are homonymous in italian) Towards the middle of the second half, she whispered to me: - Love, would you let me pass, please? - - Where do you want to go? - I asked her, already guessing the answer - I would like to take a breath of air, if you don't mind! - she said in a pleading tone with doe-like eyes -It is rude to get up so halfway through the movie! - I replied, sardonically grinning - So in half an hour we go out! - -I know, but it's so hot! - -I come with you- - Thanks, love, but I'd rather go alone, if you don't mind! - She was trying to cheat! She had to be really desperate! "I think you're hiding something from me!" I insisted mischievously. "I know you too well, love, there's something bothering you, why don't you tell me what it is?" "I have to go to the bathroom!" "Why?" My hands are so dirty, I have to wash them - You can wash them at home too, honey, what's the hurry? It's not so urgent! - -I agree love, you won! I HAVE TO PEE!-she finally admitted, almost screaming in despair. Several people turned to look at us badly, to which she tried to make herself small. - So you give up? Did I win the bet? - -SI! YES! YOU WON! NOW LET ME GO, I CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE! - She got up abruptly to go to the bathroom, but I sat back down and started tickling her with my hand against her bladder. It was the straw that broke the camel's back! The piss so long held back began to descend copiously and abundantly from her legs, forming a wide puddle at his feet that widened more and more, wetting the miniskirt, the panties, the tights, and even the shoes with heels, feet included. Claudia's bladder seemed to take years to completely empty. When she had finished she looked around, full of shame and fear of having been seen, in fact someone started looking at her badly. When the film came to its conclusion, she hurriedly put her coat back on to hide the patch in plain sight on her miniskirt, but could do nothing to hide the puddle at her feet, nor above all the dark patch along her stunning legs covered with pantyhose. The result was that in the stretch that separated us from the exit, people kept looking at us badly and in response she tried to leave as soon as possible without looking anyone in the face.On the journey home, she didn't say a word, but once she got home she let herself go: "Of course you were a bastard, but it was an unforgettable experience!" I didn't think it was so exciting to wear it in public! That feeling of wet with the fear that others will discover you almost made me have an orgasm! Even holding it wasn't bad! - Unbelievable but true, Claudia was the real answer to my wildest erotic fantasies! For the duration of the film, seeing her squirming so bad and finally pissing herself made me horny and we had a night of wild sex. Before sinking into sleep, out of curiosity, I took a look at the clock. It was 3:40. -Wow! - I said to myself. We had returned home at around midnight, and we had begun to fuck since then, not to mention the splendid evening spent together since dinner, which took place around 8:30. Undoubtedly, until that moment, that had been the best night of my life, and even the longest!

POV: BRYCE I’ve always been into pee, particularly desperation. The only person I’ve ever told is this girl I went on a few dates with named Kara. Our first date was at the movies. We got popcorn and a large drink, which I didn’t even think we’d finish, but she got up and got a refill about halfway through. I barely had any, but Kara managed to finish the whole thing! After the movie, she excused herself to the bathroom. On the way home, though, I noticed she was squirming and fidgeting, but I didn’t think much of it. As soon as we got to my house, she made a beeline for the bathroom. We started making out in my room. When it started to go somewhere, she said ”Hold on, I’ll be right back. I gotta pee.” ”Are you alright?” ”Yeah, why?” ”You’ve been going to the bathroom a lot.” Her cheeks went a little red. “Well... Whenever I have sex, I make sure my bladder’s really full so I can pee afterwards. It helps to prevent pregnancy.” ”Really?” I asked. She nodded. ”Plus, I read it can make it more pleasurable. I drank too much though. I don’t want to have to pee too badly. It gets distracting, and kind of painful, so I go to the bathroom and let a little bit out.” I noticed she was bent over a bit. ”I mean, the fuller the better, right? Like, wouldn’t you want to pee as much as possible afterwards?” She hesitated. “I guess, yeah,” she said, and sat back down. In hindsight, this was kind of sadistic on my part, but knowing her bladder was so overfull while I was fucking her drove me crazy. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. As soon as I came, she said “Okay, let me up.” She rushed to the toilet without shutting the door, sighing as her strong urine stream hissed out of her like a firehose. Our next date was at a restauraunt. She went through the drinks like nothing, excusing herself to the bathroom numerous times. POV: KARA On the drive home, I had to pee so bad I couldn’t think about anything else. Bryce’s parents were going out, so we were going to his house again. I’m not supposed to be there after dark. I wanted to pee a little bit as soon as we got there, but he was oddly enthusiastic about going straight to his bedroom. I decided I’d go as soon as we were undressed. A little while later, though, we heard something downstairs. ”Oh, shit,” he said, and hurriedly got all his clothes back on. We hadn’t done anything yet, but I had already undressed down to my underwear. I was about to excuse myself to the restroom before we heard it. My bladder was swollen with hot piss and I couldn’t keep still. I was squirming a lot and occasionally squeezing myself. ”I need you to hide in the closet,” he told me. “My parents are super strict, they can’t see you here right now. I’m gonna go see what they’re doing home.” He left before I could ask him what to do about my urgent need. I had to go so badly, but I hid in the closet anyway. Pretty soon, I was marching around and holding myself, rubbing in between my legs occasionally. ”Oh my god,” I groaned quietly. My bladder was full to bursting. I needed to pee so bad I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it. Finally, I heard the car leave the driveway and he came back in the room. I came out, trembling and holding myself. ”Sorry it took so long,” he said, “my mom lost her purse. She’s freaking out. They’re going to check—“ ”I’m sorry, I can’t hold it. I have to pee so bad.” I went towards the bathroom. “Wait!” he said, “I think you should hold it.” I shook my head. “I’m gonna explode.” ”No, just think about it. A full bladder supposed to make sex more pleasurable. If you’re really bursting, this’ll be, like, the best orgasm you’ve ever had.” ”I really don’t think-“ ”If you change your mind at any point, you can just run to the bathroom and come back.” ”Fuck, I need to go, though!” ”It’s not like you can get hurt from holding your pee or anything.” I was stepping around and squeezing my pussy intermittently with both hands inside my underwear. “I guess,” I said, hoping I could hold it. When I got in the bed, I could feel the liquid sloshing around inside of me. He pulled my panties off and it got even harder to hold

*Ding dong* Stacy could hear the doorbell ring through the door as Mike pushed the button. Standing in the cold they could see their breaths in the slightly yellow porch light. The main door opened and Maryann greeted them as she opened the glass storm door. Kristin, Stacy and Mike's 4 year old daughter, was the first to enter the house, followed by her parents. "Welcome! Everyone's in the dining area. There's snacks on the counter and dinner will be done in about an hour." Maryann said as she closed the doors. Stacy, Mike and Kristin shed their winter layers. Kristin took off down the stairs with the other children while Stacy and Mike joined the adults in the dining area. Everyone was sat at the dining table. A game of Cards Against Humanity was already in progress. "Hey, good to see you bro!" Troy bellowed from the other end of the table as he stood up to hug Mike. Troy and Mike are brothers, and Maryann is Troy's wife. Friendly greetings went around the table as well as a promise to deal them in on the next round. Mike popped open a beer and took a seat at the table. Stacy watched the game for a minute, then she turned away and headed upstairs toward the bathroom. She reached the bathroom, but kept walking, straight past it into the master bedroom. She sat down on Maryann's side of the bed and slid back so that the backs of her calves were right up against the side of the mattress. She quickly glanced around to make sure she was alone, then she relaxed and released. Her crotch exploded with warmth as she began to pee her pants. She looked down and became turned on at the sight of the shiny black fabric of her leggings and the pee cascading in combination with the ecstatic feeling of her urine flowing. It pooled around her butt momentarily before soaking through the comforter, blankets, and sheets into the mattress. She could hear the faint hiss as her very full bladder forcefully expelled its contents into her panties and leggings. She involuntarily let out a sigh of relief as her bladder neared empty. She squeezed to empty as much as she could, then she squeezed again, and one more time until nothing more came out. She sat in her wetness and enjoyed it's warmth for a moment, resisting the temptation to pleasure herself, as she knew she would get some of that later from someone else. Stacy stood up. She glanced out the doorway, nobody in sight. She turned and admired her soaked butt in the full length mirror. Her leggings clearly showed the wetness at the moment, but it was fading fast. She stood there waiting for a minute, then looked again. Hardly noticeable. She headed back downstairs. The only seat not taken was a stool that had a fabric cushion on it. Stacy didn't want get the fabric cushion wet. "Another beer!" Mike said standing up from the wooden chair. Stacy took the opportunity to steal the wooden chair and Mike sat on the stool upon his return from the fridge. Maryann got up and tended to something in the oven in the kitchen. A few minutes later, Stacy glanced over to see Maryann heading upstairs. Stacy's heart started to beat a little faster, she started to sweat lightly and tremble. A moment later, Stacy's phone vibrated. It was a text message from Maryann: "Did you pee on my bed?!?" Stacy's stomach dropped, then she responded simply: "Yes" "Come up here" Maryann replied. Stacy sat for a moment trying not to tremble. A voice from across the table shook her back to life: "Are you okay Stacy?" She forced a smile and responded "Yeah I'm fine, just a...uh...odd message from a friend. I'm gonna go call them real quick." She set her cards down and left the table, trying to act casual as she headed upstairs. Maryann closed the door behind Stacy after she entered the master bedroom. Stacy heard the lock click. *SMACK* Stacy jumped, startled by Maryann slapping her butt. "Naughty girl." Maryann said with feigned sincerity. She grabbed Stacy's shirt and threw her on the bed. Stacy's hand landed right in the cold pee spot on the comforter. Maryann climbed onto the bed, straddling Stacy while she unbuttoned her blouse. She leaned down and joined her lips to Stacy's and they began to kiss. Stacy's arousal doubled when suddenly warm wetness was flooding over her legs and lower abdomen as Maryann peed her pants on top of Stacy. Stacy wrapped her arms around Maryann and pulled her closer. She nimbly unfastened Maryann's bra and they broke their kiss only long enough to toss it aside. Maryann pulled Stacy's shirt off and removed her bra as well. Their hands fondled each other's pee soaked butts and crotches as their breasts complemented each other. A minute later Maryann jumped up out of the bed. She quickly yanked off her pants and panties and tossed them aside. Stacy did the same. Maryann dug in a nightstand drawer for a moment and then produced a double ended dildo. Stacy smiled. She tossed it to Stacy, who immediately inserted it into herself. Maryann knelt on the edge of the bed and used her fingers as she watched Stacy use the dildo for a moment, then she positioned herself scissor style with Stacy and took the other end of the dildo into herself. They humped each other until both had orgasmed, trying as hard as they could to stay quiet. They laid together for a moment, then Maryann looked at the clock. "18 minutes. Think anyone noticed we were gone?" Maryann asked. "They will if the food burns, when do you have to take it out?" "Shit!" Maryann exclaimed, glancing at the clock again. "I have to take it out in three minutes." "Better get down there!" Stacy said rolling out of the bed. Maryann also got up and they both started to get dressed. Stacy put her wet panties and leggings back on. They were much more soaked now than they had been earlier, but remarkably it wasn't noticeable on the black fabric. Maryann put her wet panties back one, but she had to change her pants because she had been wearing jeans that clearly showed she had peed herself. She found another pair that looked almost exactly alike so nobody would know. They took a moment to fix their hair and makeup in the mirror, then headed out of the room. The two of them quickly crafted a short conversation to make it look like Stacy had been discussing some imaginary problem with a non-existent friend as they walked down the stairs together. Stacy was nervous about how wet her pants were. Even though it wasn't visible, they were pretty soaked and if anyone brushed against them, they would feel it. Stacy decided to follow Maryann into the kitchen and offer her help to avoid the crowd of people around the table. She got through the evening without incident and was mostly dry an hour or so later. Just after mid-night, the other guests had left. Mike and Troy were still at the table sipping beers and discussing cars. Stacy and Maryann had migrated to the living room and were seated on the couch having their own discussion. Kristin had fallen asleep in a large comfy recliner in the living room. "Ready to go babe? I'm tired." Mike's voice carried from the dining area. Stacy and Maryann stood up and headed that way. "Yeah, I'm ready." Stacy responded. Mike picked up their sleeping daughter and put on her winter wear in a similar manner to dressing a doll, then Stacy and Mike got on their winter wear. They all said their goodbyes and the three of them went out to face the bitter cold. They puffed white steam like locomotives as they approached their car. Mike, being responsible, handed the keys to his wife since she hadn't been drinking. He strapped sleeping Kristin in her car seat and then strapped himself in the passenger seat. Stacy buckled herself in, started the car, began to pull out of the driveway, not without turning on the heater of course. "Is your friend ok?" Mike asked. "What? What friend?" Stacy asked, legitimately confused for a moment. "The one who sent you the odd message. You went upstairs to call her. Are they ok?" "Oh..." Stacy's stomach twisted a bit. "well..." She stammered and glanced at Kristin in the rear view mirror. "There was no friend. The message was from Maryann." "Oh. Is she ok?" Mike asked innocently. "Yeah, she's good... She's...very good." Stacy said dreamily. In his intoxicated state, Mike almost didn't pick up on the slight emphasis. "oh...What did you two talk about? I came up to use the bathroom and saw the bedroom door closed, I figured it was probably intense." Stacy mumbled "You have no idea." "What?" Mike asked. "Uh...I mean... We didn't talk..." Stacy admitted. "You... didn't talk?" Sober Mike probably would have put two and two together, but he was sleepy and a bit loopy. "We fucked." Stacy blurted out bluntly. A look of surprise sprang over Mike's face. "You fucked!?!" He almost shouted. "Ssshhh!! You'll wake Kristin!" Stacy hissed. "Sorry." Mike said quietly glancing at his daughter over his shoulder. "You fucked?!?" he repeated in loud whisper. "Yep. We did." Stacy replied. Mike stared out the windshield, a look of drunken surprise on his face. "You were only up there for like 15 minutes." Mike said with a touch of disbelief. "!8." Stacy said, unable to detach the proud tone from her voice. Mike looked at her "18! Damn! That must be a new record! Don't you two usually take like an hour?" "We've done it in 25 minutes before." Stacy said. Mike looked surprised again. Stacy noticed his pants bulging, barely containing his erection. She smiled, knowing she was about to get laid a second time tonight. "When was this?" Mike asked. "Uh..." Stacy thought back. "You remember when your family had that family reunion at the camp ground in Colorado?" "Holy shit, that was like two and half yeas ago!" Mike exclaimed. Stacy just nodded her head. She and Maryann had been having an affair for just over three years. It was secret to everyone except Mike and Troy. They pulled into the garage of their house and got out as the door rolled down behind the car. Stacy walked around the car and stood next to Mike as he got Kristin out of her car seat. She pulled her boots off, then relaxed and began to pee her pants again. Mike glanced down at the glistening wetness rapidly spreading down her legs and pooling around her feet on the concrete. He shut the car door, shot his wife a quick smile and headed inside with their still sleeping daughter. Holding her boots in one hand, Stacy stood there peeing herself until her bladder was empty. Not needing to worry about people seeing her wet now, she went right inside the house, leaving wet footprints across the concrete in the garage and the carpet in the house. Stacy met Mike in the bedroom where they reminisced about Stacy and Maryann's latest intimacy while having some intimacy of their own.

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.

Hello all, I have just experienced my first wetting experience with my current girlfriend and wanted to let you know how it happened and what happened. I may have rambled and for that I am sorry. I will let you know what sections of the story entails and you can skip at your pleasure. Paragraphs 1- 2: My girlfriends response when I told her about my fetish. Paragraphs 3 - 7: Preperation and Desperation. Paragraph 8: The wetting. Paragraphs 9-11: The sex. I have been with my current girlfriend for sometime now and early on in the relationship I told her about my omo fetish. At first she was puzzled and a little perturbed with the fact that I found this fetish exciting. She would sometimes make jokes when we were alone like ‘I need to pee, sorry does that give you a hard on’ smiling and winking as she does it. Well I thought the chance of her getting into the fetish was well and truly buried. Until the start of 2019, it was January and we were out drinking at the local pub. It was empty inside and we sat by the fire and started chatting. She then brought up the omorashi topic and this time she wasn’t messing around. She asked questions like ‘What turns you on by this?’, ‘What parts do you enjoy the most?’, ‘Is desperation a factor in this?’ I answered all her questions and at the end of the conversion she said she understood more why I enjoyed this fetish and that it is not as much of a shock to her anymore. She then said ‘if we are still together when it is your birthaday, I may give you birthday treat.’ My mind was blown and I asked her if she was sure about it? She said she would have to do some research, which she did, by watching wetting videos, reading bits off this forum and how she would do it on the day. We stayed together and true to her word the day before my birthday she said ‘are you ready for your birthday treat tomorrow?’ We had it all planned out. She was to wear blue jeans, grey panties and a blue top. I asked her to wear heals as it accentuated her legs and butt. We had some left over puppy training pads for our dog and thought to use them to soak up the mess. All was a go. On the day I asked her to have her morning pee as usual, so the pee was not as potent, and to go to the toilet until she felt ready to begin holding. She had two cups of coffee and we then headed to our local supermarket. As we entered the store she said ‘I feel the need to pee’ as we went passed the doors, we were stopped by a guy trying to get us to swap broadband providers. Normally I wouldn’t give them the time of day to listen to them but a naughty idea popped into my head. So we got chatting to the guy and spent a good 20 minutes talking to him and out of the corner of my eye did my girlfriend start to cross her legs and now and then give me an evil look. We told the guy we will think about it and took his name and the package he offered. As soon as we left him my girlfriend whispered in my ear ‘you did that on purpose, you naughty boy’ I asked how desperate she was and she said ‘I am getting desperate. Just standing there talking to that guy was torture. I actually liked it though. Did you like me crossing my legs?’ I couldn't deny it as I was getting pretty excited myself and she could tell. We did our shopping and went back home. Packed it all away and we sat down to watch something on Netflix. I got her a glass full of Pepsi to drink whilst we watched a couple of shows. An hour and a half and 3 glasses later she was desperate. Asking me if she could piss herself then and now. I pressed my hand firmly on her bladder and she moaned and winced at the pressure. I told her ‘I don’t think you are ready yet, drink some more.’ She looked flabbergasted, she kept pleading she needed to pee and that the funny moments of the programme we were watching made it hard for her to keep control. I kept telling her ‘no. Not yet. Now is not the time.’ She was getting restless. Hands in her crotch and swaying back and forth. I got up to get the room ready with the puppy pads. I came back with another full glass of Pepsi. I gave it to her and put the next show on. I told her ‘you have a choice. You can pee only when you have finished this glass or when the next episode finishes (30 minutes). She was not happy but also massivley turned on by this turn of events. I didn’t mention this earlier but she likes to be dominated and loved it when I gave her this ultamatum. So we watch the programme. 15 minutes in and half of her drink is gone. She gets back to begging to pee. I repated the rules. I pressed on her bladder when she asked to pee again. She really needed to pee, her bladder was solid as a rock. She moaned again when I pressed hard. She complained she couldn’t drink anymore and asked how long was left on the show. I covered her eyes and told her ‘if you tell me how long you think is left of the show and if you get it right. I will allow you to pee now.’ She started to moan and groan. ‘I dont know! 6 minutes?’ She asked, ‘oh I'm sorry, wrong answer. Thank you for playing.’ She let out a scream and whimpered afterwards. The answer of was 3 minutes left. After that she bounced on the sofa, stood up and downed the rest of her drink. ‘I need to piss now!’ She said and ran to the pads. She stood there with her legs apart looking at me straight on. Thats when I saw it. A streak flowed down from her crotch and ran down her right leg. I watched as a pool began to form around her right foot. I told her to turn around and thats when I saw her back legs completely drenched in piss. The wetness from the back of her legs met with the wet stains on the front. Her left leg was were most of the pee went and pooled. I watched as the puppy pad couldn’t take the amount of pee and it overflowed onto the floor. I went over to stop the spread and she just kept peeing. Her jeans were completely soaked. Her face bright red. She looked at the floor and saw the mess she made and started laughing ‘is that what you wanted?’ I was shocked I did not know what to say and she leaned over and started kissing me intently. ‘I am going to put these in the wash and pop in the shower. Can you clean this up please?’ ‘No problem’ I said. She pulled off her jeans and I saw her saturated grey panties. She dried her feet and ran to the shower. I popped the clothes in the washing machine, picked up the pads and started mopping. My girlfriend called me to come upstairs. I finished mopping and went to see her. ‘Come here’ she said still wet from the shower and a towel wrapped around her. She grabbed my hand and put it straight onto her crotch. Her lips were swollen and she was wet from excitement. Before I knew it she was kissing me and undoing my shirt. I whipped off my trousers and we both jumped into bed. We started having sex and she was loving it. Moaning and pulling my hair. I felt her tightening around my cock and then felt a warm liquid on my stomach area. I could feel myself getting ready to go and when I reached climax she screamed and again I felt a warm liquid splashing onto me. It transpired that she got so turned on by me dominating her that she couldn’t control how excited she was. Her crotch was so sensitive that she came twice and squirted during sex. It was the best sex we have had recently and as I went to clean up I looked at her and said ‘same thing next birthday?’ ‘Sure or maybe sooner?’ was her response. So it looks like both our kinks were well and truly sorted that day and here is to many more in the future. Malkopee

These stories are part of a series of stories I once posted elsewhere. Only a few of them have any omorashi in them, and I don't think most of them are even online anymore. The series is about a woman who inherits an apartment complex, and finds out that most of the men who live there are some sort of monster. For some reason, this doesn't seem to terrify her, and instead she ends up flirting with them. There is explicit sex in nearly all of these, mixed with dubious consent. Characters to know: Avery - Our female protagonist Derrick - A Drider/Spiderman Ivan - An invisible man Alan - A tentacle monster, maybe an alien? Avery's Apartment: Chapter P1 Handy Man (With Avery and Derrick) Derrick stared at Avery from the darkness of his apartment. She didn’t know if he didn’t understand her request, so she gave him a moment, and then repeated it again. “So, do you think you can fix it?” she asked. Derrick stood up straight, his upper pair of arms brushed a chunk of hair away from his eyes, temporarily exposing the many sets of pure black orbs that dotted his face. The middle arms cupped his chin in thought. Avery had given up trying to notice his other arms when they weren’t actively doing something. Like Alan’s tentacles, there had to be some trick at play that made them seem normal until he wanted you to notice. Some other time she would have to ask how that worked. She took too much for granted. “It just seems like a clog?” he asked, in that quiet and calm voice he maintained. Avery shrugged, “I guess? It’s overflowing now, and I’ve tried the two tricks I know, jiggling the handle and lifting that plunger-thingy inside the back.” “You’d be surprised how few people know what that is, or what it even does,” Derrick said, his head turning to look down the hall, even though he was still talking to her, “it’s actually called a…” He looked back at Avery, and something made him stop talking. He swallowed, and then nodded, “Sure, I’ll come up and take a look.” She smiled, clapping her hands in front of her, “Thanks Derrick. I can credit it to your rent if you’d like.” He frowned, and put several hands on the door, “No, that won’t be necessary. Besides, I’ve still got repairs to do on this floor, right? We don’t need to exacerbate the bookkeeping situation.” The door to his apartment started to close. Avery put a hand out, “Well I’ll see you then, soon?” He nodded, never slowing down his attempt to shut the door, “I’ll be right up.” “Thanks,” Avery said just before the door clicked closed. She went back upstairs toward her apartment. It was embarrassing really, she didn’t know if she used too much TP, or if the old pipes just couldn’t hold out. Now her toilet was flooded, a puddle of clear liquid stretching across the floor. She had a ring of towels to keep the puddle contained, but at this point she didn’t want to go anywhere near it. Hopefully Derrick was quick. It was hard enough maintaining the building and collecting rent, she still couldn’t get in contact with the ‘Right-O Plumbing’ company that her Grandpa Avery had listed in his file cabinet. Plus, she didn’t want to have to make the two block walk to the burger joint if the two bottles of water she downed to stay cool came back to get revenge. Avery paced the hall up on her floor, stopping when she saw a man in a long brown coat and baseball cap heading toward the stairs. “Ivan,” Avery said. Ivan, covered in the same disguise she remembered from the first time she saw him sneaking back into the apartment, looked up at her. His face was obscured by shades and a cough mask. He looked like he was about to go out into a New York winter, but it was still sweltering outside. “You’re going out in all that?” she asked as she walked over to him, “where are you even going?” He tilted his head as she walked up, “Unlike you, some of us have to work for a living, Princess.” She frowned and pointed at him, “What is it going to take for you to remember that ‘being an ass’ isn’t the best way to start a conversation.” His cough mask curled up in a grin. It was odd to know his reaction without having to count on his snide remarks. Seeing Ivan smile would have been uplifting, if he wasn’t usually insulting her. “Is class in session?” he said as he started to walk past her, turning to walk backwards as he went past, “because I didn’t bring the text, and your little summer dress number there is sending me mixed messages, teach.” He made her look down. It wasn’t a ‘summer dress’, it was just long and flowing. She was tired of sweating through so many of her tops and shorts. She followed after him, “Hey, don’t be in such a rush.” He didn’t fight her as she walked beside him down the stairs, “Make it quick. While I would love to chit-chat, I don’t want to be in this get up a second longer than necessary. It’s like a cotton sauna.” Avery laughed, and she was surprised how genuine he could be when he wasn’t trying to be a creep. Maybe it was because he was distracted. His eyes were turned ahead, he was telling the truth, he was making a bee-line for the exit. “I wanted to ask about Derrick,” she said, “you were helpful with Alan. What do you know about Mr. Hunt?” Ivan chuckled, and turned to look at her as they came down the last few steps, “Outside of the fact that he probably considers you equal parts breeding partner and cuisine?” She crossed her arms, and tried not to get too angry at the allegation, “He is coming up to work on the plumbing. Should I trust him?” “Hell no,” Ivan said, before putting up a gloved hand in a peace sign, “But you won’t listen to me anyway. So, later.” She stopped and watched him go to the door. There was something in his voice as he said that, she couldn’t tell if it was concern or something simpler. He opened the door, stopped, and turned to Avery. She couldn’t help but stand a little taller. “Derrick keeps good control of himself. Guy is probably the smartest thing in the building. But giant spiders aren’t exactly built for impulse control. If he eats you while I’m gone, you owe me a blowjob.” Avery sneered, “Go to work, jackass.” He bowed his head, and walked out into the summer sun. She walked back up the stairs, going over Ivan’s every word in her head. Derrick did seem to have a lot of books in his apartment, and he always had an opinion on any technical subject. Could he really be that bad at controlling himself? Was Ivan even one to talk? He couldn’t even keep his pants on. She would see for herself. Maybe her first encounter with Derrick wasn’t the best, but then again Ivan did sneak into his apartment. Avery went back to her apartment and went to sit down on her couch. The soft trickle of water in her bathroom reminded her that she had a crisis. She stopped herself before sitting, and went to stand in the bathroom doorway. She felt useless. There was a knock at the door, and Avery went and opened it. Derrick was standing there, dark brown skin lit up by the sun beaming through the windows. His hair was still in his eyes, but looking up, she could see little hints of the many black orbs dotting his face. “I’m here to clear your-” he coughed, covering his mouth with a hand, while a second pair of arms held a tablet far away to keep it safe from anything that flew loose, “-clear your pipes.” She opened her mouth to respond, but didn’t know if she was expected to laugh, or take him seriously. It sounded like a cheesy porn pick up line. Derrick looked away from her, “Sorry about that.” Definitely pick up line. He put his hands on his hips as he walked past her, and another set of arms brought the tablet up to his face, while adjusting his hair slightly so he could read. He had a tool-belt at his waist, and she could see his third set of arms sorting through them, maybe checking if they were all still in place. Focusing on his many arms was still difficult to do. When they were painting, she would forget he even had any extra arms, until he was pointing something out to her while putting new paint on a brush at the same time. It made her head hurt if she focused on it too much, it seemed easier to just let him do his thing. Avery closed her door and turned to follow him. “Wait!” Avery shouted. He wasn’t wearing shorts with a tool belt, like she first thought. Derrick turned, “Something wrong?” “That’s a skirt!” she said, pointing in disbelief. That wasn’t the word she was looking for. No, she knew what it was, but she still couldn’t quite believe Derrick had one. It was a brown cotton skirt that went down to past his knees, covered in heavy pockets that now had his tools sticking out here and there. “It’s a utilikilt,” Derrick said with an odd confidence, “they say they feel great in the heat.” Avery frowned, “Do they?” He smiled, his too-jagged teeth sticking out, “It would be better with a breeze. But it is an improvement.” Avery had no response. Derrick looked at her a little longer, but didn’t say anything either. Then he turned back to the bathroom. She walked up beside him as he looked at the flooding bathroom tiles. He brought his tablet up again, and plugged away at it for a moment before walking through the toilet water puddled on the floor. He opened the top, reached inside, and twisted a knob. The toilet stopped making its usual running-water sound, and he set the top aside to look down inside. She was a little nervous. It was humiliating to have someone going through her toilet, first of all. Still worse would be if her problem was as simple as turning a single knob and calling it good. She would have called him up, with all those tools, just for him to make her look like an idiot because she couldn’t google well enough. Derrick fiddled around inside the bowl, reaching in to move this and that aside. While she made small circles just outside the bathroom, she watched as he plunged it, turned the same knob he turned before, and then tried to flush the toilet again. She stopped and looked in. The toilet resumed flooding. There was a kind of relief there. “Well, Avery,” Derrick said as he pulled up a wrench, “I know what isn’t the problem, which is a start. Be a darling, and grab me a towel or two to put on the floor.” A darling? “Oh, sure,” she said, going to her linen closet to get some of the older towels. She didn’t imagine she would want to use them again after this. She held them out to him, and he looked down at her as he took them. There was a pause before he said, “You really make a hard job feel easy.” Avery couldn’t help but blush, “Uhm, what?” Derrick stood up a little taller, opened his mouth, but nothing came out. In the end, he just grinned, and then turned around and laid the towels out on the bathroom tile. “I’m going to see if I can fix this without removing any pipes,” Derrick said, “it seems that typically, any clog or obstruction can be cleared with a little time and the right tools.” Time. As if her body was waiting for the inconvenience, she felt a small ping from her bladder. Those bottles of water were only going to give her so much time. “How long do you think it’ll take?” she asked. “Supposed to take a half hour,” he said as he fished around in his pockets for a what looked like a long metallic chain, “I would extend that forecast based on my inexperience, so forty-five to an hour.” That would be fine. If she was only just feeling it, she could last for well over an hour without complaint. She let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, keep me informed.” Avery went and sat down on her couch, keeping an ear out for any signs of trouble in the bathroom. All she got to hear was the occasional mumbling from Derrick, and the sound of him rattling around with the metallic snake. He plunged it into the toilet bowl, grunted as he rooted it around, and let out sighs of frustration whenever he pulled it free again. “Everything going okay?” Avery asked after Derrick was silent for a few minutes. She leaned forward and peeked, and saw him put down his tablet on a shelf before his shoulders drooped. “Let me show you something,” he said. Avery got up, and noted the increase in pressure below her waist. It had been about twenty-five minutes, well the show on TV was different, so possibly longer. Hopefully he just wanted to show her that he was wrapping up. She went to see him, stepping over a puddle to get to the towel that was now a little soggy with water it had absorbed. “What’s up?” she asked, trying to seem upbeat. Derrick smirked. It was an odd expression on him. “There was a lot of build up in there,” Derrick said with a nod, an arm pointing toward the bowl while a lower set of arms were confidently on his hips, “I’ve snaked it, and tried to erode it. The work wasn’t easy, but I think now one good plunging and you’ll be all clear.” Avery’s eyes popped open wide, “Oh really?” She took a step to the corner next to the shower and picked up the plunger there. He nodded, “Go ahead.” She waited for him to take a step back, pulled the toilet seat up, and went to work. She pulled and pushed, trying her hardest to grip the wooden handle. But it didn’t feel any different than when she had tried the same that morning. The water still made that suction slapping noise, and her hands started to hurt. “Wait,” Derrick said, putting a hand on her shoulder, another hand touched her waist, and another touched her other shoulder, “move aside, This might need a strong hand.” She let herself be moved, but she couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. Why even ask her to try if he was just going to shove her aside as soon as he could? Derrick took a deep breath, grabbed the plunger, and then made a hard press in, before pulling back out. There was actually a slight whine from the floor beneath the toilet. Fair enough, even if she didn’t like the way he was acting, that was impressive plunger-work. He kept going at it, then finally stopped, turned to Avery, and held the plunger out. “Here, hold this for a moment.” She took the plunger. She was at the point that she just wanted this to end, and to have her toilet back. Derrick turned the water back on, then gave it a flush. The bowl started to fill. Derrick coughed into his balled up fist. “Okay,” he said with a nod, before leaning back down and stopping the water flow, “t-that didn’t work. I’m going to have to open it up.” Avery couldn’t help but let out a long sigh and squeeze her thighs. At this point she was sure it would be easier to leave Derrick locked in her apartment, and start her walk down the block. Derrick walked in front of her, and she looked up into his hair. She could catch a peek of his eyes back there, looking down on her. He put his hands on her again. It wasn’t just a comforting hand on the arm, he was holding her arms, shoulders, had a hand on her hip, another touching her hand where it gripped the plunger. “Sorry,” he said, “I’ll fix it, okay?” How important was this to him? She already had him helping to fix the wall he destroyed the first day they met, did he see this problem differently? “Of course,” Avery said with a nod, “I know you will.” He looked away, and took the plunger from her hands. He stood tall, then when he looked back at her again he had that odd confidence back on his face, “I mean, no need to get your hands dirty. Leave it to me, Avery.” It was… cute. But also stunted, like he was reading a script. She took a step back, and watched as he went to his tablet and started to read through different notes he had there. Any hope she had that Derrick had previous experience working with plumbing were long gone, but now she was worried how much he knew about handiwork at all. Maybe it was her fault for assuming spiders would be good at building. “I can go for a little bit, if you want,” Avery said, trying to find an excuse to step out for a minute, “you can fix it, and I’ll be back to see your work.” He whipped around, “No! I mean, I wouldn’t want to have to wait to ask you if I had to do anything major.” Major? Her heart skipped a beat. “Plus,” he shrugged, “looking here, this will be short. It says twenty minutes tops.” Twenty minutes was no time at all. She let out a long breath, and went over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. The apartment was getting warm, and if she was going to be stuck there, she had to at least be hydrated. “Okay,” She said, “but, get it done right.” “Understood.” She sat down on the couch. At first Derrick was standing around, but then he started to pull out bigger tools, and she could see him looking for proper angles to get at the pipes on the toilet. She turned herself toward the TV, and took a cool drink of water. It felt stupid, considering her situation, but it was either that or melt before her toilet was fixed. Besides, even with the growing pressure that was turning into a pain in her lower stomach, she was sure she could last twenty minutes. This was important to Derrick. Still, she found it hard to concentrate on anything she watched. The pressure was getting to her, and no matter what plot was developing on the crime drama in front of her, she found herself shifting on the couch and fighting to get comfortable enough to ignore her bladder. “Curses!” Derrick growled. The unnatural clicking that followed made Avery turn toward the bathroom. Derrick was flexing his muscles against a large wrench as if he was trying to snap it in half. His sharp teeth were showing, his jaw chattering. Then he noticed her gaze, and relaxed. He turned away from the doorway, and crawled beneath the toilet. Avery went back to the TV. This episode was ending. How much time had it been so far? She squeezed her thighs, and tried not to count. She looked at her phone against her own will, made a mental note of the time, 2:25. When did he start? No, that wasn’t important. The next show started, and Avery went to take another swig of water. The bottle was empty, she didn’t want to think about how long that would take to sit on her bladder. Another dozen ounces or so putting pressure on her. Still, the room was toasty. Avery fought the urge for another bottle of water, and fanned herself instead. Her dress felt clingy, especially around her collar and thighs. There was that annoying sense of moisture that no one wanted when they were actively avoiding adding a vast amount more moisture to their problems. The show, she needed to concentrate. Someone was kidnapped, and being held hostage. But for some reason the guy being held was staying put, despite there being no rope or handcuffs on him. She couldn’t remember what happened earlier, was his family in danger? “Avery,” Derrick said. Her attention snapped to him, a spark of hope in her chest. “Can you grab me a water?” Her hopes were dashed. She looked at her phone, 2:45. He was already taking too long wasn’t he? No wonder she felt so uncomfortable. At best, he had mere minutes to meet his deadline. “Sure,” she said as she stood up. Then she froze in place. Standing was a bad idea. Her bladder spasmed, and she had to fight not to throw a hand between her legs. All that time sitting down, she didn’t realize exactly how bad she had to go. Her legs locked together, and for a moment she just stood and squeezed, closing her eyes as she focused on the pressure. Then the emergency subsided, and it was the normal mounting urge. She sighed, and walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for Derrick, and one for herself. She walked back to the doorway and looked inside. She suppressed a gasp. He was actually making a lot of progress. Avery tried hard to ignore what he was doing, she missed a lot of what he was actually accomplishing. For one, there was a webbing mat on the floor. She had to imagine that was because he was laying on his back under the toilet, and didn’t want to end up soaked. How she missed him actually laying a layer of webbing, she didn’t know. The pipe at the u-bend was removed, and lying to the side, with some sort of tool sitting beside it. Derrick was peering into the pipe itself, several arms holding different pieces, tools, and the tablet. His shirt was sweat-ridden and tight to his chest. This also gave her another nice view. With his knees up, she could see up his...utilikilt. Not all the way, shadows obscured the best part. Though she had to wonder, did he have underwear on under there? He had to right? She took a step closer, and leaned to the side, squinting as she tried to see just a little deeper. That outline, it was right there, bare as the day he was born, she had to imagine. Her brain told her there was no way she could feel excitement while she was walking on eggshells due to the cracking dam inside her, but that didn’t stop the warmth spreading in her lower stomach. The fact that the two problems weren’t mutually exclusive was a little embarrassing. “Derrick,” she said as she walked forward, the water held out for him. He moved to the side of the toilet and sat up. She looked down at him, “how is it going?” He stood up, “a lot better,” he took the water and cracked it open. Watching him pour it into his mouth made her shift her hips. “there was a moment where I wasn’t making any progress, but I’m getting there. I would give it another 25 minutes, tops.” “Twenty-five?” Avery gasped, then regretted it, “but you…” She cut herself off. The outburst took a lot of the strength out of Derrick’s shoulders, he looked like he was sinking with every syllable. She checked herself, squeezing her muscles down below, and the reply was not positive. Her muscles felt tired, and the beads of sweat trailing down body were a terrible reminder of what she feared would happen any minute. “Okay,” Avery said, then bit her lip as another wave of pressure hit her. Derrick shuffled in place, then one of his hands ran a finger down her cheek. “You have no idea how delicious you look when you bite that lip,” he said. Avery’s heart thumped. Was he coming on to her, now? A line that cheesy was bad enough, but she felt like she could explode. It wasn’t the time. He sounded like a romance novel, a sickening one at that. Their eyes met, for the most part, and then he turned back to the toilet, “but first, I’ll finish what I started.” “Derrick,” Avery stopped him before he could even kneel. He turned to look at her over his shoulder, “Yeah?” “Have you been reading romance novels?” He snapped back around, “What? No, of course not,” he said while his arms flailed into as many different ‘no’ signs as Avery was aware of, “never. I mean, not never, but I haven’t.” Derrick turned around, and went down to his knees. His head drooped down, “What gave me away?” “Besides you sounding like Fabio practicing his lines?” she said. He laid down and went back on his back. He didn’t say or do anything, just laid there, looking up the pipe. “I mean, why are you repeating book lines?” she asked, trying not to visibly shift too much. He went back to work as he answered, “I guess I just, I’m not as impressive or interesting as the others. I don’t mean to tell you how to feel about them, or tell you how they feel about you, or any combination of predictive statements, but I wanted an advantage.” His advantage was, terrible romance novel dialog? Avery couldn’t help but think that wasn’t the best plan. Then again, it was pretty cute. Even if she wanted to punch him in the arm a few times, he went out of his way to try. “Well,” Avery said, “I wouldn’t have called you up here if I didn’t like Derrick Hunt. Fabio can get in line.” He stopped working and looked up at her. She smiled, then grabbed the front collar of her dress and fanned herself for a moment. “It’s hot in here,” She said, “hurry up and finish, and no more one liners.” “Yes ma’am,” Derrick said. She went to sit back down, and cursed the motion of bending over as soon as she took it. Her whole body was protesting. But it felt so much better when she finally did sit. At least for a moment. The time was 2:55, and she didn’t know if she had another ten minutes in her. She would have to, especially since she didn’t know if Derrick could get the whole mess back together in less time than that. She went back to the TV. It was the conclusion now, everyone was in a room yelling, a lawyer was present. Whatever had brought them to that point, she missed it all. She put a hand between her thighs and squeezed against it, pressing in with it as hard as she could. It didn’t seem to let her relax any, but the hold itself felt like one more barrier. Her thighs were flexing and relaxing, her waist shifting forward and back against the cushion. She wanted to sit on her heel, but at that point how would Derrick not ask questions? She was a grown woman, she would do what it took to hold it. That was all there was to it. Especially after Derrick admitted he liked her, after their previous episode being a bit of a fluke She couldn’t humiliate herself in front of him. “Derrick,” Avery said after fighting a groan of pain, “we finishing up?” He stopped working, “Oh, yeah I’m putting everything back now. Five minutes.” She didn’t respond, she was too busy biting her lip and trying to hold back a crashing tide. It was starting to feel like any moment would be the end, her muscles were weakening, her hand feeling wet from the sweat collecting on her inner thighs. She didn’t want to think about the last time she wet herself. Her whole adult life, she had near misses. Her bladder wasn’t the largest. Still, she balanced that with constant bathroom visits, and avoiding idiotic situations like this. Even when she did get into trouble, she typically could find some public restroom to use. Now there wasn’t enough time, she was going to find relief any second, she just knew it. The question was whether it was going to be in her bathroom, or on her couch. There was a drop. It was a sensation that sent a shiver up her spine. She couldn’t tell if it was just a large sweat drop, or the beginning of the end. “Derrick,” she said with a hint of panic she couldn’t avoid. “Okay, okay,” he said with a note of finality. “Finally!” Avery said as she got up from the couch. Why didn’t she learn her lesson, standing was not smart. The pressure resettled, and she went from on the verge, to well over the edge. Avery’s thighs locked together, and she bunched her dress between her legs as she held her breath and squeezed with all of her might. A squirt escaped, and Avery’s eyes popped open in shock. Another followed, and she looked to the bathroom. She had to hurry, she needed to move. Derrick was standing, but his tools were still everywhere. It didn’t matter though, the toilet looked intact, and that was the important part. She moved toward it as fast as she could. “Are you okay?” Derrick asked, standing in the doorway, “you look like you’re going to be sick.” Avery violently shook her head, stopping for a brief moment, “I just need to go.” Derrick frowned, “Oh, well…” “What?” Avery barked. He looked away, “I mean, I thought I was finished, but it looks like it is still obstructed.” Avery’s stomach sank, and her bladder pinged. Her back arched forward, but she kept her hands at her sides. She was going to get through this with some dignity. “What?” she bit her lip as she spoke, every word tracking the incoming tsunami, “but you said…” “I was going to apologize,” he said, “are you sure you’re okay?” Avery nodded, looking at the toilet seat just a few steps away. “I’m-” she squeezed her hands at her sides, the hiss of a second and a half long jet of piss striking her panties filled the forced silence, “-fine.” It splattered as it hit the ground, and Avery’s face went beet red. Derrick stepped out of her way without a word. “Fuck it,” she said, running toward the toilet as she reached beneath her dress for her panties. One of her legs stopped in place, a step away from the seat. She looked down, her dress pulled up to her stomach, a quarter sized dark spot against the cute red underwear. Her foot was stuck on the mat, Derrick’s mat. She jiggled her other foot, and realized it was the same. “Derrick!” she shrieked as she struggled, her dress still held at waist level. Another jet came, this one longer, so strong it didn’t seem impeded by her panties at all. The streak of urine splashed against her leg as it released. “No!” Avery squeaked. “Oh no,” Derrick said as he rushed to her side, “I’ll get you out.” Tears were in her eyes as the dam burst. She spread her knees and bent forward in some vain attempt to minimize the mess. It was no help. No longer strong jets, she unleashed a spray. All the water she drank splaying out over the mat, her legs, her shoes, the edges of her dress. Her panties went dark, soaked to the waistband as more and more pee spilled out of her defeated bladder. A moan of relief escaped her lips, her thighs trembling, as she covered the mat with her voided contents. The heat from it all was impossible to ignore, her legs coated in her golden liquid. When the last drops slid from her lower lips, her hips shook involuntarily. She realized her eyes were closed. She turned and looked behind her, Derrick was standing there in shock. Stinging tears built up, and Avery sniffled. This was terrible, everything she tried to avoid. It wasn’t just an accident, she didn’t have to pee in some alley or hide a mess that happened behind closed doors. She peed everywhere, right in front of him. The tears leaked in kind, and Avery let out a gross sob. “Oh no, this is terrible,” Derrick said, running past her to the toilet, “I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot, a giant fucking idiot. Here.” She looked up and saw he had a wad of toilet paper in his hands. “What good will that do!” she sobbed. Derrick came closer as she cried, “I’m so sorry Avery, this is all my fault. I didn’t think. Just get cleaned up, and I’ll forget this ever happened. It doesn’t matter.” She covered her face and tried to stop the tears, but they kept coming. He didn’t speak for a moment, then he let out a sigh. “Then I’ll do it.” She felt a hand on her dress. Then, she felt the paper towel against her inner thighs, sliding upward. It wiped once, twice, and then at once another paper towel went up the other leg. Avery removed her hands long enough to slap at his arms, swinging wildly to get any of them she could. “Stop! Haven’t you done enough?!” Then she saw it. Looking down at where his hands settled, there was a noticeable bulge tenting out the front of his kilt. “Are…” Avery felt a heat across her whole chest, “Is this turning you on? Do you get off on watching me humiliate myself Derrick?” “No,” Derrick said shaking his head, a few hands swinging in the air, “no, no, It just happened.” “Did you think maybe you would trap me here, and then try to paralyze me again?” Avery shouted, “are you some kind of freak?” He looked down, his head still shaking, “No, I just… please, I want to help Avery.” She didn’t know what to think, which only made her angry. All that heat she felt before, now it was back as rage, and she didn’t want to feel that. Still, she needed something, even if it was him gone. “Derrick…” she said between gritted teeth. “No,” he said, his hands all twisting over each other. “Maybe you should go.” “No!” he shouted. Avery closed her eyes in frustration. Then she felt a pair of arms grab her, and when she opened her eyes again, a giant spider was in front of her. He was squeezed into the room, his torso on the wall above the toilet. He lifted Avery into the air, and she squeaked in surprise as he started to thrust her this way and that. His jaw had split again, and that clicking was echoing against the ceramics. It was terrifying, but at once so fascinating. There was a moment there, just one, where she didn’t know if he would just bite her on the spot. Then she started to spin. He was webbing her up again, but this time she wasn’t being knocked out. It was nauseating, the rapid spins, but her arms were soon wrapped to her sides, her shoulders hidden beneath the cocoon of webbing, her soaked dress snug against her body. Except, unlike last time, this time her head was covered as well. She gasped as the world went white. She tried to yell, but all she could do was let out muffled grumbles. The spinning stopped, and she felt herself, upside down, moving toward her living room. Then she was shoved against the wall, her back sticking there. Her legs were still free, and they fell forward from gravity. “I’m sorry,” she heard Derrick saying through the webbing, “I didn’t want to do this, but I have to make it right.” She didn’t know what he meant at this point, and honestly, she was worried. She thought about Ivan’s warning. Grabbing her mid conversation looked a lot like losing control. Then, she felt his hands on her panties. She shrieked and squirmed, but with her whole upper body wrapped up like a mummy, she couldn’t stop them from being pulled away. A warm wet touch went to her inner thigh, and then another near her ankle, another on the opposite thigh. Avery realized they were towels, wet with sink water, sliding over every bit of her legs. Again she tried to struggle, but it was no use. “I don’t want to do this,” he said, “I’m not a freak, okay. I just want to apologize.” A towel went to her lower lips, and wiped away her accident in slow tender strokes. She kept fighting, even as the warm sensation in her gut built up. She tried to ignore the soft touch of his hands as they checked how clean her exposed legs were after they cleaned. She tried not to moan as he made sweeping circles with the warm towel to her womanhood. She pressed in with her thighs, and fought against him, but it was no use. She let out a soft moan, and Derrick stopped in place. She grumbled loudly, but he didn’t do anything, just left her hanging upside down. Then she felt his fingers pull her lips apart. Was he looking into her? It was humiliating just thinking about it. This wasn’t going to help get her clean, what was he doing? He stepped closer. So close that the warmth of his body pressed against her web-covered face. She could almost swear she smelled a manly musk through the white silk. Then she gasped as his tongue ran along her pussy lips. She mumbled against the cocoon, “Wait, stop!” He licked along the other side, and ran his tongue up her thigh before returning to center. His mouth covered her, sucking softly. Then his lips locked to hers, his tongue circling against her little button. It drove away her last bits of resistance, dredged up all the tension that had built up through her weird day. She couldn’t help herself, she moaned again as the pleasure mounted. Her thighs squeezed against his head. He pulled himself free, and she grumbled as loud as she could. A hard appendage sliced at the webbing until her mouth was free. Avery took in a deep breath, “Derrick, no! I just pissed myself, that’s gross.” He pressed against her again, and this time she was sure. The crotch of his kilt was against her nose and mouth. “I cleaned you,” he said, “relax, I’m trying to fix what I did.” He sucked at her little button again, his lowest hands rubbing at her sides through the webbing, his other arms massaging her legs and squeezing her butt. It was unfair. She couldn’t fight, her whole body was screaming that it was wrong, gross, she needed to be ashamed. But his tongue drove that away as it slid into her, stroked her from within, ran rhythmic patterns against her. She was trembling, her mouth squeezed shut, her hands squeezed under the webbing. “Derrick,” she whispered. He didn’t hear. He ran the flat of his tongue hard against her, again and again. “Derrick,” she whined, the musk getting to her. She bit out, catching the cloth covering his bulge in her lips and trying as best she could to move it out of the way. He stopped. The moment without attention was enough to make her start wiggling her hips. She felt like a beast in heat, craving attention, craving him. He lifted his kilt, and she could smell that his manhood was exposed to the air. She couldn’t see it, but it confirmed what she expected, going commando. “Do you need this too?” Derrick asked. He moved his hips forward, and she was panting with her mouth open as his swollen tip bumped against her lips. She struggled to find the right angle, to let it slip inside. She greedily ran her tongue over every new inch as it entered her, then cleaned it again as it slid out. She could feel his every twitch and reaction as he started to thrust, the pure pleasure made her pubic muscles squeeze and release. His hands were everywhere, touching exposed flesh and kneading cocooned flesh, guiding his expanding excitement into her mouth and teasing her clit as he bit at her thigh. She couldn’t ignore him, couldn’t escape the wall of pleasure he pressed against her. It was building, growing, expanding to something she couldn’t contain. Like before she was afraid of release and the relief it would bring, but for a whole different reason. What would this mean? Did she want the rapture that came from her pissing herself? Could she even stop herself? The choice was beyond her. Derrick’s thrusts became harder, struck deeper, while his tongue dove as deep as he could. Avery’s body answered for her, her toes curling, her thighs trapping Derrick against her. She started to move her head in rapid bobs, the excitement overtaking her. Derrick groaned, “Oh, wow, oh,” and she could feel that he was at his peak as well. He grew inside her, before the first hot globs burst into her throat. His groans of absolute pleasure just reinforced her own euphoria. Her back arched forward, she moaned into his manhood, her thighs twitched. Then they were finished, both panting in her living room. “I’m sorry,” Derrick said as he parted with her for a moment. He came back, another towel cleaning her lower lips again, then dabbing at the corners of her mouth where she couldn’t catch some of his escaping seed. “Don’t be,” Avery said, “my fault as much as yours. Still, at least you made up for it.” He chuckled, “Well, not quite yet. I estimate it will take me another… well to be safe why don’t I just say an hour.” He stepped away from her, and she could hear him messing with his tools. “Maybe you were right,” he said, low, “I did sort of enjoy watching that.” She chuckled, and Derrick chuckled in kind. She heard the distant sound of his tool clinking against the pipes again. “Wait,” She said, struggling against her webbing, “wait, Derrick. Let me down!” She kicked her legs, trying not to think how she looked with her naked ass in the air, glistening from her own sweat and his fresh cleaning job. “Derrick!” She shouted, “I need to pee again! Derrick, let me down!”

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