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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!”

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

View File Rachel's Diaper Sex Treasury Name says it all. Warning, there are some pegging scenes and other stuff as well, the only unifying factor between these videos is sex + diapers. Enjoy, Rach p.s. one or two of these are reposts. Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/05/2019 Category Diapers and ageplay  

View File JAV- NHDTB-126 - Massage Peeing and Wetting Massages get a little too rigorous and these Japanese women wet themselves, there are also some peeing scenes and lots of sex and oily bodies. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/05/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  

Mary Bromfield is your average teen girl, sexy, smart and loves teen films. Mary is also not normal she is the alter ego for Mary Marvel, who is Shazam/Billy Batson’s adopted twin sister. She is 18 and is about to finish school when she got her powers, she was in bed still it was 7:50 and naked. Her alarm went off within two minutes later, she shifted her ass to move herself to get closer to her bedside counter. She turned her iPhone alarm off but felt she had to pee quite desperately. She immediately grabbed her crotch to hold back her floodgates, it was Saturday and everyone was still asleep. What could she do if she said the name she’ll probably wake everyone up, it was either humiliation or waking everyone up. Mary knew she wouldn’t make it to the toilet because she felt like she could explode at any second. She had the biggest bulge ever as she stared at herself nude, she felt a tinkle of pee release from her body and onto her bed. She was scared, if she allowed herself to have an accident in bed like a little girl, Billy might make fun of her forever and exposing it to her friends. She said the name under her breath “Shazam!” She changed into her Shazam form, her bulge wasn’t big and she didn’t need to go. She wanted to do this hold her pee in as Mary Marvel and then later make it to the toilet and change back and release her desperation. She went back to sleep, she slept peacefully and didn’t have dreams about her releasing her distressing urge. It was 9:00 when she got up now it was time. By that time her adult desperation had gone up but not as urgent as her teen desperation, she raced to the bathroom and once arriving at the door was locked someone was inside. She knocked on the door, “Mary is that you?” “Billy please hurry up I need to go!” She said quietly, “Don’t worry I won’t be too long in here.” Said Billy. Mary was getting so desperate she grabbed her crotch in adult form now both her forms were in big trouble, if she stayed in her teen form she would already have wet the bed. “Billy please hurry. I’m bursting so badly to go! Please I have to pee!” “Hold on Mary.” Billy realised that Mary was in her Shazam form and said to her “Mary why are you in your Shazam form?” “Billy I had to go already at 7:50. I was lazy and I wanted to hold it in for a bit longer. Just please hurry I think I’m about to go any second.” Billy finished and was awestruck when seeing his foster sister naked. He got a bit aroused and Mary could see it please by the time Billy was staring at her she was grabbing hold of her crotch, she walked in and shut the door. She raced towards the toilet as she could feel her leaking, small leaks expanding into big ones. She plonked her sexy thick ass on the toilet and in relief said the name “Shazam!” And when she said the word she turned back into her teenage self and thoroughly started peeing in relief and Marry couldn’t help it but moan softly as it was so damn warm. Her floodgates started to close she enjoyed her holding and then cleaned her wet pussy and then flushed the toilet. When she was finished all of that , she made her way back to her room to get dressed for the day. To Be Continued...

View File JAV - IBW-728z - Public Restroom Rape These clips are not for everyone. The premise is a girl visits a public washroom where someone bursts in on her just as she's peeing. The actress typically rushes to the door to prevent the person coming in while peeing, or wets herself while trying to hold the door closed. She fails and is raped. There are some peeing and wetting scenes interspersed among the sex. *** Cautions: Contains Rape and Sex *** You have been warned. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 07/19/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  

View File Leaking During Anal I while back I posted about how I was fascinated by (and very much turned on watching) people leaking during anal sex. I found a bunch of these and thought I'd share them. *** Caution - these contain sex! *** Enjoy Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 07/19/2019 Category Peeing  

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.

Barbara Gordon lay naked in her bed, she was fast asleep and was peaceful. Just in the morning before she was in bed she helped Batman in her first mission as Batgirl, even though she had an accident in her suit like a little girl because she couldn’t take off her suit. “Barbara!” A voice called to her, it was Benjamin Roy. Ben was a friend that Barbara had at school. Babs looked down to see she was in her school uniform in full outfit, she then couldn’t see Ben and felt an urge to pee. She immediately ran to the bathroom, but the girl’s room door was locked by the time she got there she was starting to feel like she would wet herself outside the door. She then slid her hand in her skirt to hold her bladder tight and realised she wasn’t wearing any panties she was completely bare naked under her skirt. She ran back outside to the park where she hopped she would find a bush to excrete her waste in. She ran as fast as she could and grabbed her skirt, so it doesn’t fly up and exposes her pussy and her thick ass. Babs found a bush and lifted up her skirt and felt the overwhelming feeling of her hot piss hitting the bushes and ground. It was a dream all of it she woke up she felt the sheets and it wasn’t wet, but felt her oversized bladder bulge, it is Monday and it is 7:00 AM, she was nice and comfortable in bed and didn’t want to get out to use the bathroom. She muttered under her breath “I don’t give a fuck, I’m just going to go in my bed.” She went back to sleep, “Oh Babara, love it!” It was Bruce Wayne, she is deeply in love with him and she was dreaming her favourite dream, which is having sex with her crush. Just then something new happened unlike her past variations of this dream, she stopped having sex and felt she had to pee. Hands clasped over her pussy, Bruce watched as the desperate girl moaned loudly, while holding her pee. Barbara got off the bed and rushed towards the bathrooms, she shut the door was about to make desperate victory but then saw a man who she thought was Bruce. Until he stepped in the reflecting light, it was Joker, hand in his gun and positioned it to her head. She couldn’t think of anything but scream “HELP! HELP! BRUCE HELP PLEASE ITS JOKER!” Joker got very mad, he put his hand over her mouth. Bruce was still naked, but it didn’t stop him from saving her, he walked in and kicked Joker into the bath tub and Barbara couldn’t hold it anymore. She started peeing on the floor, hot piss running down her legs as she moaned in the relief of her bladder. The stream ended within a few minutes as Joker lay knocked out in the bath. She woke up from her intense dream and she noticed her bulge wasn’t there she obviously wet the bed as a result of the weird feeling in the dream. She got out of bed to the bathroom, where she dreamed about and brushed her hair and clean herself up from her accident. She starred at herself in the mirror and noticed how incredibly sexy she was her big boobs and thick ass being exposed. She always wanted that dream to come true, but the dream she today was made up because Joker died two weeks ago for killing Vicki Vale. To Be Continued...

I’d had a crush on Alice for years, she lived next door to me growing up and was one year above me in school. We hung out a bit outside school and during the summers but never really got super close. Years passed and I kind of forgot about her, but when I was 21 and coming home from junior year of college for the summer, and she had just graduated, we had a chance encounter at the grocery store. We talked for a bit and I found out she’d moved out of her parents and gotten a job in a law firm downtown, I had an internship at a software company a few blocks away. We decided to grab coffee and catch up that Friday. She had something come up so we switched it to drinks after work and while we were talking I realized how much I was still into her, and I was getting some signals back as well. I noticed she had a subtle sweet smell that I assumed was her perfume, it seemed familiar though. After awhile, she invited me back to her place for dinner (I was bragging about how good I was at making spaghetti and she wanted to take me up on the challenge). When we made it to her apartment, the first thing I noticed was a faint smell in the place that seemed familiar, sort of like her perfume but stronger. I thought nothing of it and she told me I could put my stuff down over by the couch. Alice went into her bedroom to drop off her stuff ad I heard her open a window too. Alice’s couch looked like it was a goodwill affair, out of date cloth patterns, some stains on the cushions, you know. Actually, there were an awful lot of circular water stains on the seat cushions, and the couch seemed to smell even more like the apartment. I went to sit in the middle but found it was slightly damp, so I sat off to one side. I asked Alice about it when she came out and she turned kind of red but said that she’d spilled something on it this morning before work and thought it would be dry by now. She asked if I wanted a drink and I said yes, so she poured me a gin and tonic, and one for herself too. During the cooking and eating of dinner, which was pretty late (around 9pm) we had a few drinks and were relatively tipsy . I offered to clean up but she refused, saying that “We can get that later”, took my hand and led me into her bedroom. The smell was stronger in here but the window was open and I was kind of drunk so I really didn’t put any thought into it. Alice told me that she was looking for a casual fling for the summer, and that I’d gotten a lot cuter since we were growing up, I responded in kind and we started making out on her bed. “Are you gonna leave my shirt on all night or do you need an engraved invitation?” she asked me while fumbling with my belt, and I very happily relieved her of the garment! I started taking her pants off but she stopped me and did it herself, saying I was too slow, and jumped into bed waiting for me. After some great sex we were laying there together in an alcohol and hormone induced stupor when Alice started up a conversation I’ll never forget. “So, what are you into sex-wise? That was great but do you have any kinks?” Not sure how open I wanted to be, I replied of course, but since she started asking, she’s got to tell me one of hers first. “That’s not how this works!” she giggled, and rolled on top of me – mock pinning me down. “Really, what do you like?” “Well, I like spanking and ‘naughty girl’ play” I replied, thinking that was a safe starting spot. “Is that all? Nothing a little more, I don’t know, unusual?” Alice asked? Now some guys could have thought of a good lie on the spot, but I was like a deer in the headlights and there was only one on my mind… “Well, it is a bit more unusual, but you can’t get weird on me cause you asked!” I prefaced, “I do like when those naughty girls I spank have wet themselves, especially after I’ve made them hold their pee for a long time.” “Your turn…” Alice started laughing and fell off me to the side in her bed cackling. “Hey! You asked if I was into anything unusual and I told you! No need to rub in how odd it is.” “No you don’t understand” Alice said, “I’m complete omo trash! I wet myself all the time, it’s my biggest kink! That seat cushion was wet cause I pissed myself watching TV last night, hell I bet these sheets have little dried spots all over them if you looked closely.” Finally it all clicked for me. That faint smell I’d had since meeting Alice, was dried piss! I was instantly hard, and she noticed right away. “You know how I didn’t let you take off my pants?” She said in a sultry voice, “It was because I had been wetting my panties all day and pulling them back up under my pants – I didn’t want you noticing.” I leaned over the side of the bed to grab her pants and the underwear caught up in them and sure enough, saw tide marks in her damp panties from all her “Accidents”. “OMG that Is so fucking sexy. Looks like someone’s been a naughty girl all day, I think you deserve a little punishment for not using the appropriate place for the bathroom…” Alice looked at me with big doe eyes and said, clearly egging me on, “But going in my big girl panties is so much more fun than the toilet.” “Well I’ll tell you what, since you didn’t know it wasn’t okay before now, your punishment is just 3 spanks for every time you wet your panties today. How many times was that?” “You’re going to think I’m so gross” she giggled, “it’s six times!” “Six? You must have really had to go, huh?” I said as I grabbed her arm and pulled her over my lap. “You’d better count for me or I’ll have to start over!” 18 spanks later, Alice’s butt was bright red and she was ready to go again, pushing me onto my back and sliding on to me easily and we had the best round 2 of sex I’d ever had until that point. As we laid in bed afterwards I reflected on my good fortune. This summer was looking like it would be a lot more fun than I thought.

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Hi! Barry is back! New story, adult themes, hope you enjoy! The later chapters will feature descriptive sex scenes. You have been warned! I’d like to dedicate this story to my special friend “Ash,” one of the nicest people in the world, and one of my favourites. Love you baby girl! Chapter 1: Ashley moaned softly, and jerked lightly in her sleep. The familiar nightmare was back again, and even though her subconscious recognised it as such on some level, the recognition wouldn’t be enough to make her wake up. She had relived this dream, or versions of it, hundreds of times over the last 14 years. They had started when she was 11, and now, at 25, even with years of therapy, they showed no signs of abating. What made it worse, was the fact that no matter how many times she had this nightmare, it was more than just a dream. It was a memory. As 25 year old Ashley rolled over in her sleep, she saw her 11 year old self, and instantly remembered how she had been feeling, and what she had been thinking that fateful day. As a child, Ashley had always had a “thing” about public bathrooms. There hadn’t been a reason behind it, but she just hadn’t liked using them, unless she had become familiar with them, like the ones at school. They had taken her a long time to get used to, but at last she could use them with only a mild feeling of anxiety. It wasn’t so bad if there was someone with her, a friend, or even better, her mom, but she really didn’t like going into unfamiliar bathrooms alone. What made it worse, was that Ashley always seemed to fill up quickly whenever she drank too much, and her ability to hold on for long periods was definitely on the lower end of the scale for girls her age. Even now, she could be sitting quietly at home, gaming, doing homework, watching tv, or indeed doing anything, when she would suddenly stop dead, and almost run to the toilet. It was like sometimes she wouldn’t feel an urgent need to go, then BANG! Instant emergency. Her mom encouraged her to practice holding on for longer periods if she could, in an effort to train her bladder to hold more. Slowly but surely it seemed to work, although the girl was still uncomfortable about needing to use public toilets unless absolutely necessary, or without company. This had resulted in a few mishaps over the years, but at least her mom had been understanding. She couldn’t explain why her daughter had such a phobia, but she knew it was real. At least now, as her little girl grew older, she was becoming able to face her fear more and more, and her accidents away from home were a thing of the past. On that fateful day, Ashley, her mom, and her five year old brother had been at the supermarket, grocery shopping. Ashley had peed before leaving home, as she always did, but the soda she had drank at the food court prior to entering the supermarket had worked its way to her bladder, and now she needed to go. They were approaching the exit of the mall, and the toilets were down a corridor to the left. This would be her last chance to go before they got home, and she knew deep inside that the 20 minute drive might prove too challenging. “Mom? I need to pee....” “No problem honey,” mom said. “You know where they are. Go ahead. I’ll wait here.” Ashley looked down the corridor and squirmed, unconsciously crossing her ankles at the same time. The corridor was well lit, the bathroom door only 40ish feet away, and she had certainly used it before multiple times, but always with her mom or her friends. “Mom? You come with me?” She asked softly. Her mother had sighed. “Ashley honey, I can’t. I can’t leave the trolley here, and I’ve got Mikey to look after too. You’ll be ok. You’ve been in there before. Go straight in, do what you’ve got to do, wash your hands, and come straight out. I’ll be right here, watching the door and waiting, ok?” The little blonde girl had sighed. She almost objected, almost said she’d wait until they got home, but a sudden wave of urgency washed over her, and she bent slightly at the waist. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she may have leaked a tiny bit. Through gritted teeth, she said “Ok mom,” and quickly headed off. Young Ashley opened the bathroom door, and older Ashley gritted her teeth in her sleep, silently screaming at her younger self to LEAVE! “JESUS! GO! GET OUTTA THERE! DON’T WORRY ABOUT PEEING YOUR PANTS! JUST GO!” But dream Ashley was completely unresponsive to her pleas. She was so aware of trying to conquer her phobia, and trying to make it into a cubicle before she soaked her leggings. At first, the bathroom looked vacant, which was neither good nor bad to her. If she didn’t know the other people in there, it was just as spooky as an empty room. There were 5 cubicles in there, and she noticed that the first and fourth doors were closed, and she grimaced knowing that she had no choice but to take a stall beside an occupied one. Without further ado, she entered the third stall, shut and locked the door, and hurriedly pulled her leggings down, sitting on the toilet about 3 seconds before her bladder started to empty forcefully. Sighing with relief, she gingerly inspected her underwear, finding a wet spot the size and shape of an egg on her pink panties. That wasn’t too bad at all. There had certainly been worse accidents before! She wouldn’t even need to tell her mom about it. Her leggings were dry, and her knickers would be too by the time she got home. After finishing her toilet, she flushed, and walked to the sink, her moms reminder to wash her hands resounding in her head. She put liquid soap on, and was turning the tap on when the lights suddenly flickered. Grown up Ashley moaned softly in her sleep, remembering what came next.... It had all seemed to happen so fast. The sound of a toilet flushing, a door opening and closing, then another one. The lights going out. Flickering. On. Off. The sudden realisation that the water coming out of the tap was hot, really hot, hot enough to scald. Pulling her hands back with a gasp. Looking down. The lights going out fully, cloaking the bathroom in sudden darkness. Squealing in fright. Looking up into the mirror as the lights came back on, and then, worst of all, the sight that she would never forget. Two strangers, a man and a woman, dirty looking, disheveled, and dangerous, obviously, (even to an 11 year old girl) on drugs. Standing directly behind her. Smiling at her shocked reflection. The large knife the man carried somehow glinting in the soft fluorescent light. Ash opened her mouth to scream, but the woman lunged at her, clamping a fleshy hand over her mouth, a hand that simultaneously smelled of cigarettes, sweat, and cheetos, while her other arm grabbed the girl around her chest. At first, the little girl was too surprised to even move, but as the woman started to drag her towards a cubicle, and the man leered at her over the knife, smiling as he walked towards her, his free hand unbuttoning his jeans, she suddenly came back to life. Opening her mouth wide, she bit down hard on the dirty hand that covered her mouth, jumping forward as the woman who had been holding her screamed. 25 year old Ashley allowed herself a grim smile in her sleep, but she was still shifting uncomfortably. Young Ashley had darted for the door, but the man had been quicker. He reached out and grabbed her, and she had screamed, as loud as she could. That didn’t last long, as the man holding her applied his own hand gag, lifted her effortlessly off the ground, and headed towards the cubicle, while his female accomplice approached, the look of anger evident in her drug affected eyes. “Everything alright in there?” A mans voice enquired through the door, and everything in the bathroom went still. Another voice, a familiar one came next. “What’s going on? My daughter is in there!” “I dunno ma’am. I thought I heard a kid screaming....” Suddenly, the door burst open, and Ashley’s mom entered, with a tall young man right behind her, just in time to see Ashley’s captor attempting to drag her into the cubicle. What had happened next was a blur, and she only caught random images. But the stranger with her mom had ran at the man holding her, causing him to let her go, before slashing at her saviour with his knife, cutting the young man deeply across his arm, the wound spraying the little girls face with blood. Her mom had yelled and ran at him too, while somehow the female assailant slipped out the door. All the commotion attracted attention, and soon other people stormed into the bathroom, where the attacker was finally subdued, with more than a slight touch of violence. After that, things moved in a cloud like state. The police and ambulance arriving. The arrest of the woman in the parking lot, Ashley trying to give a statement, and going to the hospital herself to be checked out. Her mom crying, and her daddy arriving at the mall straight from work. Her brother Mikey wetting his pants because he was scared. Just jumbled images. What the long term effects would be, nobody could tell at that stage. But there certainly were some. Ashley’s fear of public toilets galvanised itself. She even refused to use the bathroom at school unless she was accompanied by an adult. This resulted in numerous incidents of wet pants over the next few years. Also, the nightmares and bed wetting started. She had never wet the bed in her life, but after her assault, she started to wet in her sleep every night. Sometimes, she wouldn’t even be asleep. A nightlight was now a must, and the thought of negotiating her way to the bathroom via the darkened house was simply too much, so even if she woke up dry, she would choose to empty her bladder in her bed rather than leave the safety of her lit room. It didn’t take too long for her mom to provide her with a mattress protector, as well as pull ups to wear to bed. By the time Ashley was 12, she was comfortable with the idea of wearing pull ups to bed, and more than happy to wear them if it avoided the dark, even while awake. The use of pull ups even infiltrated itself into her waking life occasionally. She simply refused to enter a public bathroom by herself, even openly admitting that she would rather do it in her pants first. So her parents started allowing her to wear a pull up if they were going anywhere that might result in an unaccompanied bathroom visit. Eventually, after years of therapy, she got herself back on track again. Her accidental bed wetting stopped, although she still wore a pull up to bed just in case, and would still sometimes choose to use it instead of getting up, although not on a regular nightly basis like before. She would still wear a pull up if she was going out, and have any doubt at all about what the bathroom situation might be, but used them less and less over time. One thing that didn’t change though, was her ability, or lack of it, to hold on for long periods. Even passed puberty, she was one of those girls who just had to go, if she had to go. So on more than one occasion, her pull up, and later on her adult pull ups, proved to be a Godsend. After all, if you have a naturally weak bladder, a deep fear of public toilets, and the security of a diaper on, what’re you gonna do?