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Another half an hour, sqautting with bend knees her huge Gnome ass shaking as sweat ran down her skin, pooling between her tits, asscheeks and little girlhood, she fought with every breath, her asshole moaning exhausted, little whistling farts, poo rumbling in her insides, coming ever closer to her asshole as she huffed, determined to see this through, no matter how shameful to herself, her bladder itching trickles of pee had been wetting her thighs and boots for an hour now as she watched the toned thighs of the orc guardians, pouting her lips as she grit her teeth to keep her poop at bay, she would at least stay dry at he back of her plump ass, she swore to herself, cause the crotch of her rubbery black undercover leather were already glistening damp, her plump hairless gnome pussy peeing from time to time. The scorching heat of the Durotar drylands made it imperative to stay hydrated to be alert, but it came with the curse of a bloated bladder and the struggle with her only barely continent bladder. That's why Tipsenne prefered to work alone, wet accidents and dribbling from her mostly useless bladder was a common problem; not one day would go by in which the ravenblack haired Gnome wouldn't have at least a bit of leakage in her panties, but shaming herself like this and pee runnning down her legs, was , even for her, more of a rare occurence. Today it had gotten worse from allt he fluid intake, her boots squishing in the puddle she stood in hiding, her cheeks burning as she felt less like a hidden operative, more like a little girl who hid, cause she didn't want to make it known she had peed her pants, her cheeks burning with embarassement, holding back tears as her patience crumbled and she started sniffling. Her mind crumbling a bit as she had flashbacks to peeing herself in classes, the cruel laughs echoing in her mind; becoming more and more nervous, biting her lower lip and trying to keep composure, but then it happened, a loud fart , wafting in her leather, stinking terrible of her last grimey meal, trumpeted out of her tiny but fat Gnome ass, spittle shooting from her mouth, eyes going wide. With this lapse in concentration she sealed her fate, one of the orc ladies turned around, looking around, sniffing with her beastly nostrils, the curly hair on her head standing upright with slight disgust she laughed, shouted something unrecognizable, someone else with a deepe voice belowed and Tipsenne was gripped by fear, she'd fail her mission, worse she would be seen in this state, and the fear pushed more slimey poo in the back of her leathersuit, coating the insides of her ass cheeks with it as the runny, almost liquid stuffran over her skin, making her blubber tears before wiping her face and then the cruel sun gleaming at her as the orc opened the crate, staring down at her in surprise and a hint of disgust on her curled, thick lips. The beast of a woman, sweaty and battle hardend, clad in belts, furs and but the most simple of armor grinned and then laughed slyly, picking up Tipsenne who seemed to be paralyzed for a moment as she was lifted by the collar she wore, before trying to grab her knife, which was simply flicked away by the orc, Tips started to kick and struggle with her short chubby legs, some wet drops of her pee flying away. „Get me down you knife ears, I'll forget we saw each other if you let me down!“ As she was being held like a puppy, the orc grinned wolfishly, showing her teeth as she turned her around, smacking her ass, the bubbly fat meat bouncing inside the second skin of her black leatherpants, hanging down from the poop she made, by now a harder piece had flowed out as well. The orc cooed at her in the strange voice of her peeople, massaging her ass, making Tips moan and cry, it was a long time since she felt poop so close to her skin, it made her weirdly nostalgic but also tortured her senses. As this happened, she was carried away, her first reaction was too close her eyes, whimpering as she struggled, kicking her stubby chubby legs, trying to bite, but everything was dne aways with another harsh smack on her pudding ass, making her scream, until ne even made her cry, outright bawling, the fear of what could happen to her and the fear of what she knew always happened to her when she was stripped of her adulthood made her break down. Yet she knew what was to come, she'd land in a cell, disgraced done unmentionable things to her, with her mind, her bladder gave away pissing herself fully in terror as she cried, but through all this the tall orc held her to her sweaty bosom now, stroking the hair of her captive and only as she was laid down on something soft, Tipsenne dared opening her eyes, seemingly inside a room with colorful drapes and rugs, she was being stripped out of her combat attire, completely naked, her darkbrown poop clinging to her chubby ass as she kckced her legs instinctively like a little girl, her boobs, small but perky jumped, her bare, large pussy dribbling as she was overwhelmed, held by her ankles and moaning as her ass was being wiped and swaddled incolorful , slightly itchy clothes „Oh cogs,..“ it dawned on her as she was beign held down“ this is some game to her she's, oh she is diapering me ..in itchy cloth diapers“ kicking her legs wildly, until she got another spank on her ass which made her break down again and cry until she was held back up again, now half naked only wearing a diaper and her broken pride as her bladder was shaking and itching again, it already filled the diaper with more acrid, hot piss. „This can't be“ she thought as her back was caressed, the orc growling cutely at her, her insides cramping, toes curling, „Oh,..if she wants a baby that bad...“ the mature Gnomegirl thought starting to push, feeling the mess left in her colon parting her asshole and just as she thought she could she was put down on her little feet, the lady smiling at her and Tips, terrified she was being seen at her most infantile, she uncontrolbaly filled her new clothes with thick logs of her poop „No don't look! I'm,..it's an accident!“ trying to reason with the woman who probably didn't even understood her as her lips trembled, being held up again, stinking like a baby closing her eyes as she silently cried, hearing but the noises of more girls and women cooing at her, prodding her soft flesh, caressing her, and she hated herself for at least being happy she was still alive, even in her most nightmarish of fears, being exposed for the girl who couldn't hold her filth in, her needy , smooth pussy tingling with every soft stroke on her naked exposed skin, holding onto dear life, hoping the orc would prtocet her at least, from the horros that were in store for a captive of the Horde. After being paraded around what felt like another eternity, the hot poop sitting between her asscheeks cooling down, her half naked body clingingthe muscular frame of the orcess and the constant foregin words, prodding and caressing of her, suddenly there was, what she could only think off as a bad Omen. The cruel voice of another orc made her open her eyes, glaring and barking at the woman who held her, spitle running down her large tusks, eyes full of fury, as her mother figure, holding her ever closer, fingers digging into her chubby waist as she barked back, scaring the literal piss out of Tipsienne, wetting her plump pussy all over as the cloth diaper had trouble soaking it off right away, pooling for quite some time and making her whimper in delight and fear , as the two orcs barked and shouted at each other. The orcess who held her only caressed her stronger, kissing her forehead with wet lips as she looked at her with sad eyes, whispering something to her before handing her over to the other orc, looking like a male, square, with the fur of a wolf or other canine like entity along his body, staring at her with barely hidden disgust and anger, all the strength Tipsienne could muster was used to not immediately cry and whimper again, this was getting really bad, she was scared, trembling, her breath getting short and her diaper cold and clammy, she wanted out, just away, out of the diaper and this city. As she was busy drowning herself in thoughts of better days, sitting on a toilet fingering herself after a succesful pee in it, or relaxing with some wine in a tavern, flirting with some people wearing her favourite dresses. The reality was, she was carried at the hem of her diaper, the shit digging into her asscheeks, and then thrown down onto a leather appliance, something scruffy and fat shoved into the front of her diaper and before she could even start complaing it started vibrating, making her eyes shot open, drool running down her chin and lips, mewling and crying as what ever furry thing it was shaking her body and cunt, legs wide, she cried from embarassement as the alien texture pleasured her, her mind being burned down in shame she tried to remeber her mission, her past, how tog et out, but all she could think of was at the very least that she had to remeber she was not a dumb baby that enoyed getting fucked in a diaper, and how hard it was, standing on her toes, leaning on hands on the ground, ass in the air, crying as she moaned and kept pissing all over herself, the hot piss running down her breasts right in her nose, the smell choking away her sanity. What felt like an eternity of forced lust, was taken off of her in a moment the orc taking her by the diaper, her face red and full with drool, tears and piss, unhappy and exhausted she was thrown in the air, panicking at the freedom she was experiencing away from the bondage of lust and her shitty diaper and just a moment later the dizzyness vanished and she saw she was falling down to the ground, like a puppet she was thrown in the air, lifeless, and she wanted to scream in pure panic, but just as it came she was caught and held back by the woman who caught her, who growled at the brutal man who threw her around like a useless puppet, carrying her away, back out into the sun All what Tipsienne could do was try and hold onto her with trembling fingers, crying along the way, just being happy she was alive as she cried ever ouder, hiccuping her diaper falling down her chubby ass an short legs, she stood now in a little tub, scared especially how fast time seemed to slip out of her mind, not able to feel and relate to several to the actions that were taken, was it already another day? Then warm water, a shudder, her tushy farting a bit of gas as she was scraed again, btu softly dried off with a towel, blubbering some words of thanks, and, peculiarly receving a kiss and a smile, being lifted up and receiving ample touches on her pussy, slathering it in a thick cremé, white and soothing to her tortured skin that seemed to be vibrator bondaged for hours, then the diapers were re applied, and she smiled, at least she was safe, beign cared for, not at home, but away from the cruel machinisations She savored it, smiling up at the orc, opening her eyes willingly in a long time and feeling a warm fuzzyness in her chest as she saw her smile as well, closing them again and stretching her arms out, swearing at herself, some part of her, how she could surrender now, but the exhaustion was too much, just so tired, she wanted to jsut be warm and cared for now, and so she was, the strong arms carrying her to a bed, lying down with her and kissing her all over, the strong musky scent of the woman making her drowsy and weak, and even her nipples hard, her clean, thickly diapered ass lying in the hand of her captor and protector and right now, it felt alright. Just as she awoke, groggily kicking her chubby legs, she had trouble becoming accustomed to her surroundings once again, the clothe diapers itched on her plump pussy, but they felt dry and for a short moment she was almsot proud of herself, sadly she quickly caught the whiff of piss in her nose, a lump of soiled linen lieing by her side on the table, making her mope. Obviously she had pissed herself in her sleep after all, the nimble fingers of her adopted mother were buttoning her pants up over her diaper nothing more than glorified princess panties. But the most unhappyness bubbled up in her chest as she became aware of the fact that she wasn't even lieing in bed anymore and had probably even slept through most of the change, she was becoming more and more careless unaware, but even now her mind was groggy and heavy, the dry air of Orgrimmar and the constant heat were taking a toll, and just as she wanted to whine. There was a bottle held up to her face, filled with cold, sweet milk, and she just couldn't handle all this stress right now, so the ravenhaired girl closed her eyes and suckled, coming to the decision to take it slower, she had to reserve her energy to somehow find a way out, not soon, but when the time arrived, all tries to rush it had ended in nothing but heartache and pain, these thoughts soothed her as well as her itching pussy as the sweet milk flowed in her mouth, the orc cooing at her, caressing her fat little tits and nipples, laughing motherly at her, the Gnome really looked like an oddly mature baby in her arms. Way too soon the bottle was empty and the chubby little lady held over the shoulder of her brutish mother to get burped, curling her toes as she did so, and even before she got protest about this ridicolous handling of her she was sat back on the table and put in a littel dress, so incredibly not orcish she could barely believe it, it felt icnredibly and she couldn't help but feel pretty in the red and pink dress with silver trimming on the skirt and sleeves, it had to be made by elves or something, it was downright gorgeous and in stark contrast to the almost savage cloth diapers she was wearing. As soon as she was put down she was lifted up again, sitting in the right arm of the orc, who herself was wearing not much more than a leather dress with some straps and etched bones, Tipsenne could even see her swollen black nipples from the side, making her blush and rub her thighs together to feel her needy pussy, all these half naked folk here kept her in a state of constant arousal it felt like Leaving the house the first thing greeting her was the cruel early day sun of Durotar, making her turn aways and want to hide in the breast of the orc, cursing and growling to herself how these little things already made her flinch and hide, btu she needed all ehr strength, needed to be relaxed needed to think how tog et out, not stare in the sun to ease her bruised ego and even as all this bothered her so much the thing that made her think the worst of herself was the pee that trickled down in her padding from all the stress she was experiencing, as well as the silent kisses of the orc who tried to sooth her fussy girl as Tipsienne rubbed her naked feet on the orc's stomach. Especially the cooing of other women and even a larger troll man couldn't help her with her embarassement, not at all, even if she felt a bit flustered, even good, but wasn't having any of it, scolding herself for even enjoying it a little bit, coarse figners rubbings her neck affectionately, making her moan and trying to hide even more, a bit fo fear also still creeping up her back, but mostly feeling safe in the strong arms who kept her protected. All this suddenly over as she felt her feet touching the ground, soft sand under her, someone else laughing, so she cautiously opened her eyes, quite flustered as she saw a Pandaren girl sitting in nothing but a diaper just like the one she was wearing, a onesie with some large stains almsot everywhere, flying on a washing line above her. Almsot panicking but definetly a bit nervous she looked around, her „Mother“ sitting with another woman on a bench by a table, talking to each other in their gutteral language as the not completly adult but surely grown girl crawled towards her. Was that her future, was she going to smother her with her larger body, she farted loudly into her diaper feelign only a bit better as her gasses lifted some of the nervouseness shooting out of herself, some spittle running down her chin as she couldn't keep to herself and ran off the largeer girl on her bumbling naked feet, screaming , but quickly caught by her orcmother,who shook her head at her, not to hapyp as it seemed even glaring, strapping her into a rubber seat, some belts put around her breasts and arms, not able to run or kick anymore, stuck like a fly in a spider web she was also gagged with a pacifier, not understanding any words but quite well understanding she was being scolded as her arms and legs were spread in all cardinal directions, bouncing like a fish in the contraption.. A long time she could do nothing but furiously suckle on the rubberteat in her mouth, grunting and sweating as she bounced back and forth, doing it more and more on purpose as she tried to overpower it somehow, frustrated as she had to look at the gleefully babbling Pandarengirl, halfnaked playing with the sand and a shovel, makign little houses, terribly content in her infatile state, that couldn't be her, she would not give in to this, or this bondage contrpation holding her body down, and after another half an hour in the uncaring sun she was able to at least get the nipple out and practically chew through the materials, getting off while nobody was looking, still even as she fell down, mostly noisless as the diaper dampened her fall into the soft sand , she was bound, just one arm and her legs free, the other by her back, and her breasts pressed forward by the binding around them, still mostly hinderd in her movements not to speak of the heat she felt ever strong with all teh hard rubber still on ehr ankles and wrists. Every step down the road she felt more disjointed from her surrounding, like the dry cactus plants became taller, the barrels and stones, the foreign surroundings scaring her as she huffed loudly furrowing her brows to steel herself for what was to come, but with every step more uneasiness krept into her, makign her insides go cold despite the heat, not even knowing where to go , how to escape and be so alone, not jsut the bonagede holding her in place but her thoughts and doubts. Sitting down by the side in the shadow hiding away from prying eyes she felt her diaper squish and almost tear up at the ultimate reminder of her vulnerable state. Just as she was almost overtaken by her emotions again she told herself to not cry and wail, she was not a baby, not like that pandaren, looking around she plucked some flowers out of the ground, red, with large dry petals, and put them together, knowing she needed help, not just with her wet diaper, but to get back, get out and with every thought it became more and more clear to her that this meant her diapers as well as her prison here, so as not to wail she did the only thing she knew how to make others take not of her, she squatted down, clenching her fists and pushed, a thick mushy accident in her diaper and getting lost in the feeling, the bubbling, farts and loud rasping noises echoing in the diaper as it mushed right under her butt, making her moan and give out labored breath as she grit her teeth and tried ever harder to make as much as she could so someone would find her just by the naughty smell, the diaper bulging out round and lumpier, giving her the tell tale sign she had terribly used her garments for its intended purpose, now hanging down to her knees. As she opened her eyes again and looked up, there she was, her captor and saviour her orc mommy staring at her with sorrow and worries but smiling as Tipsienne showed her the flowers she picked, just for her. ----------------- I would like to hear some actual criticism of the story if someone feels like giving it, thank you in advance for your troubles. If someone wants to praise the story, please tell me what you enjoyed personally, or which was just objectively done well, if you can provide a reason for it please no : " great story please write more!"

Hello friends! This is where I will be posting short-form ideas that do not expand into full fanfics. I post them in general because they're not structured/long enough to be fics, I don't think. This is my third time posting omo content online, so I'm still very new. Criticism is welcomed but please be nice about it. Also, some of this will involve sex. anyway, getting us started. so in your typical fantasy setting, elves are usually thought to be more resilient/stronger/can go longer without attending to their bodily needs than humans, right? I'm thinking of that with omo. Elven royalty training to hold for as long as possible, their poor tormented bladders swelling to the size of basketballs, even beach balls, able to hold a solid few gallons before they finally have to go. Imagine the bladder bulges, standing out firmly against their normally toned stomachs. Imagine elven royalty having perfect composure even when they've got two or three gallons of water contained in them. Now imagine them being pushed past their limits even then, sweat breaking across delicate brows, toned thighs beginning to tremble, toes beginning to curl. Imagine the quiet "... Could you please, if it's not too inconvenient, tell me where I can find a chamber pot?" when they really can't hold anymore. Imagine them being refused and faced with either finding it themselves and possibly offending their hosts or soaking delicate silks and velvets with literal gallons of pee. Or imagine the host being kind and showing them a real chamber pot, but it's just too small to hold all of their waters, and they have to try and stop their stream, wait for the servants to empty their chamber pot, then finish. Imagine them having to do that multiple times. Or maybe the host has to borrow a large bucket or cauldron or barrel for them to go into, if they value their comfort that much/are that kind. Imagine the relief when they finally do find somewhere appropriate to pee, a full five minutes of gushing and holding back moans, determined not to humiliate themselves more than they already have. Or, with average elves, human friends/lovers/co-adventurers seeing their elven compatriots' bulges for the first time, not as big as the bulges of royals of course, but still able to retain a solid gallon. Imagine how shocked and surprised they are. I bet they would probably push the elf in question to just find a tree or bush or alley or something, not to torment themselves in this way. Unless, of course, they told them to hold it more. See how big that sucker can get. Imagine an elven adventurer visiting the home of a gnome or halfling and having to hold it the whole time because the bladder size difference is so great. Imagine the gnome/halfling/fairy/other short race just telling them to go in the garden if they find out. Or imagine them lining up three to six chamber pots for them to use and the elf having to crab walk from one to the other in order to fully empty themselves 😅 Of course, your average elf probably wouldn't be as resistant to just going in the woods/garden/whatever as elven royalty, so there's more opportunities for peeing in things that aren't toilets, if you're into that like I am. Also has opportunities for hurt/comfort after a wetting, if you're into that--"I'm an elf, I'm not supposed to soil myself like this!" "Don't worry, *elf-friend's name*, even you aren't invincible, you just pushed yourself too hard. Let's get you nice and clean and we won't worry about this anymore." There are opportunities for messing, too, if you're one of those who believes elves eat a plant-based (and high in fiber) diet. Also, imagine how much a bladder bulge of a few gallons would jiggle and bounce and slosh when the elf moves. Pure torment, I bet ❤️

Hello, this is my first short story. My debut novel-length story is still in progress and is still being actively worked on. But I’ve had the time to work on a new short story, with a new perspective. I hope no one finds the character being a mother too off-putting, in fact, I’ve made this story as wholesome as possible. For anyone brave enough to stick around, you will be rewarded with some of my best writing to date. This story contains: Pooping, farting, sexual references, light messing, bathroom-control, minimal pee, desperation, embarrassment, humiliation, sexual themes and references If you’re here for pee, unfortunately, this story is extremely pooping focused, if you aren’t into pooping at all, not even in regards to desperation and embarrassment, unfortunately this story isn’t for you. I do plan on creating exclusively peeing/wetting stories soon, so stand by. But my first short story will only feature poop and sexual themes. The Urgent Business of a Busy Businesswoman (6,324 words, Poop warning, sexual themes) Jennifer had a busy schedule. She could only afford to stay in bed beside her lover, husband and father of two healthy, energetic young boys for the first alarm. As the second blared aloud, she knew she couldn’t delay any longer. As she got to get up out of bed, her husband in his lucid slumber clutched her by the stomach and pulled her back to him. “Just a bit longer,” he asked wearily. “You sleep in, I need to get our boys up,” she replied. Defeated, he rolled over and slept in a little bit longer. But the clock was 6:11 AM. He could afford to sleep in, but she couldn’t. Especially not in her current predicament. And as soon as she sat up on the bedside, her uncomfortable, bloated abdomen churned in irritation at her sudden movements. She put her hand on her belly, and she knew what she had to do next. In her pajama bottoms, and topless without even a bra with peace of mind knowing that her sons need to be woken up and wouldn’t disturb her, she occupied the bathroom. Just over fifteen minutes should have been enough time for her to lighten up. She pulled her bottoms down and slowly eased the massive berth of her hips and buttocks onto the seat. She got up, readjusted and pulled her cheeks further apart with her hands. Her bottom was hanging over the rim of the toilet seat. Having children certainly made her wider and bottom-heavy. Her husband seemed to like it. But she didn’t. She heaved down, but all she could manage was a slow puff of wind. Her more desperate need made itself known as she started filling the bowl with bright yellow. The torrent of her stream splashed and dappled into the water below, accepting it graciously. She was particularly loud in the bathroom, in all aspects, she felt she couldn’t help it, and in spite of her shyness, she didn’t bother to mask the sounds she made nor did she hold back her moans of relief. Except this time there weren’t any moans of relief, only heaving and grunting. She put her arms on her stomach and leaned forward. But it was no use. She was caved-in, and today marks the seventh day she’s been like this. Without even realizing it, she had been sitting there straining for ten minutes. “It’s no use,” she thought to herself. “I know what will do the trick.” She went to the kitchen and clumsily flicked on the kettle. She scratched her head, which was a flock of gold, auburn and red pluming feathers, not helped by her rough night sleeping exacerbated by her blockage, and the tussling and turning in bed the last night. She remembered where she put the espresso, which was her favourite jolt to start the day and readied herself a double shot. If this didn’t work, nothing else would. Once it was ready, she took her coffee into the shower with her and took sips while she performed her ablutions, which wasn’t ideal, but time was not on her side, not today or any other day. She had a thousand and one things to do, and only two hours to do it all. And there was a particularly big thing she had to do before she goes to work this morning. The hot water helped relieve her aches and pains, and it helped circulate the blood around her stomach, which was in dire need of being sped up. A familiar knock on the shower window stirred her from her relaxation. “Want a pleasant surprise this morning?” her husband asked. He didn’t so much ask as insist, as he opened the shower door naked, with his semi-erect manhood swinging out. With his demeanor and devilish smile, he had plans with Jennifer’s curvaceous, wet body, shines with glistening soap and bubbles, which acted as a cheeky camouflage for her womanly assets. “Honey, it’s Friday morning!” she replied. “And the kids are still fast asleep,” he chuckled. “They’ll never know, and you look particularly inviting this morning.” he teased once more as he planted a kiss on her forehead, which he was only just able to reach. He was tall, with a stature of 6’3, but she was very tall as well, standing at 5’12”, crossing the 6 foot threshold in heels, which she often wore. She couldn’t protest, as much as she wanted to. And she didn’t feel well, as though something was weighing her down. She faced away from him, trying to signal, without saying it, that she wasn’t ready tonight. He took the hint and his smile returned to a more cordial, efficient poker face. “It looks like our baby is coming along,” he mentioned, pointing her attention to her bulging belly. She was pregnant with something, but it wasn’t necessarily another baby. In fact, she was in near labor, she felt the pains but nothing was coming. She gave him a quick glance of disgust, but her smile quickly forgave him. “Very funny, I still haven’t tested yet,” she replied. “You should try after our shower,” he insisted. “I already went,” she added. They both showered, and she had to gently stave off his lustful advances, which were particularly wild this morning as his fiendish hands craved her ballooning mammaries, drooping down her chest in big tear drops, and her large bottom, which widened quickly following the birth of their first son, and further still after the second, it also had a dual purpose of making him ever more aroused at the sight of her naked moon as she was brushing her teeth before bed, exposed and vulnerable, which was when he frequently made his sinful attempts. “Alright, I better go and make you and the boys some brekky now,” she teased, grabbing his nose by the fingers. “You should try doing that down here, I think I’d be very receptive,” he retaliated, turning their wholesome shower into the product of his filthy imagination and desires. Her coffee didn’t fully kick in yet, but she was alert and wide-awake as she started making bacon and eggs. Not the healthiest, but this greasy fryup was great for getting the boys to wake up and emerge from their rooms from the smell alone. And, success, as the youngest walked in. “Eggies and bakey!” he chanted. The elder 11 year old son followed after him. “Mooooom, dad’s taking up the bathroom again, it can’t take him that long to take a shit!” he angrily vented. “Language Thomas!” she said. “You don’t need to teach Max that kind of filth. Maybe you need soap for breakfast instead of eggies and bakey!” Her empty threat worked. “No, I’m sorry mom!” “Haha! Daddy’s taking a big shit!” 6 year old Max giggled. “Now look what you’ve done,” she scolded calmly, knowing that it was futile. Even though she thought she sent them to a good school, they were inevitably going to be corrupted by their peers, and be taught all kinds of nasty words. She was just thankful that the greatest caliber of which was ‘shit,’ but even that was awful. Speaking of which, she felt hers brewing away. And she felt a bit ashamed that she might be in the bathroom taking it up and stinking it out for the rest of the morning herself, let alone dad. Finally, her husband emerged, partly dressed with black trousers and a belt he didn’t need, as he recently started putting on weight, but it could be because they’ve been eating more healthily, which doesn’t explain why, paradoxically, he’s getting a pot belly. “Don’t worry, daddy’s big shit is over now!” he laughed. “But I’d give it a little bit before you go in.” “Don’t encourage them Ben…” she asked. “Boys will be boys, you know how it is,” he spoke as she served up their breakfast. “Aren’t you having anything?” Little does he know, she had 6 days worth of massive breakfasts, lunches and dinners clogged up in her plumbing. Beef steaks, chicken, mashed potato, and nearly every vegetable you can think of blocking up her gastrointestinal tract. He noticed her skipping out on dinner last night as well, and he frowned at the prospect that she wasn’t eating. Her bowel schedule is very sub optimal. Usually, she comes home on Fridays to take a mean dump in the home toilet, as she hates going out in public or at work. And, before starting work again on Monday, she’d manage a smaller one on Sunday night with the help of some mild laxatives. Unfortunately, this week, she wasn’t able to go on Sunday night, so she had nearly seven days of heavy meals churning away in her guts. And as her coffee started to kick in, she could feel the gridlock on descending colon freeway beginning to clear up, and at the worst possible time. “You didn’t eat last night either, is something wrong?” he asked. “Yoink, this is the swear tax!” he said as he forked a piece of streaky bacon off Thomas’ plate and ate it in front of him. “You don’t need any more bacon you fat bastard!” Thomas yelled and stormed off in a huff. “Fat bakey thief bastard!” Max added, giggling. Jennifer frowned at Ben, the father of her children, who had a fat smirk on his face as if he were proud that their sons became potty mouthed sailors. But she was also thankful that this diversion allowed her to slip under the radar of his interrogation. “Ben for crying out loud go and talk to him, and give him one of your bacon streaks,” Jennifer demanded. This time, she wasn’t playing games, her irritation was easily identified in her sharp voice. He knew he’d gone too far this time. So off he went to get Thomas back from his room, which he just slammed the door to. She looked at young Max, who was grinning while eyeballing dad’s plate. “You know you want to, go ahead,” she encouraged. Finally, they were ready to face the day. But Jennifer’s desperate clenching big buttocks were making a plea, and insisted her to ask a favour from Ben. “Hey Ben, it has been a tough week for me…” she admitted. “Could you do something for me?” “I thought so,” he replied. “What do you want?” “Could you take the kids to school today?” she asked. “I just want some time to freshen up before work today.” “Yeah, alright,” he said, without a disagreement. Normally he would try to weed his way out of it but he wanted to make up for being an ass earlier. “Y-you will? Thank you honey…” Ben and the kids said goodbye to Jennifer, and they walked out to the garage to get into his electric car. She didn’t like it, she preferred the good old petrol guzzlers, as they were more reliable. As soon as she heard the door close, the felt her own back door opening. She rushed to the bathroom to finally take care of the cause of her massive discomfort. As fast as she could move, she closed the door, pulled up her business skirt, tore her satin panties and pantyhose down and flomped her big butt down onto the toilet. She knew that this was going to be biblical. She knew that an event as monumental as the second coming of christ was about to happen. And it was going to emerge from her, and it was going to be shitty. She didn’t need any help spreading herself open, she could already feel her colon forcing her anus wide. But her troublesome big nuggety load wouldn’t come without a fight, even if she was ready to deliver her turd baby with her gut opened wide. She began to rub her stomach and slowly heave down. But then she heard them coming back inside, and suddenly, her anus closed back up and she had to hold it back in. “Yay! No school today!” This news was followed by an insistent warning knock at the door and Ben barging right in and closing it behind him. “Jenny…” he said, looking at his big bottomed wife on the toilet. She wasn’t shy about pooping in front of him, not at all. But when she had a colossal buildup like this, she didn’t want anyone to see her, especially the state she was about to put the toilet in, and why she prepared gloves and a garbage bag in advance, anticipated the queen of all toilet blockages. Even though she loved him, and he loved her unconditionally, she would rather die than have her husband, or anyone else know that she very well could be taking the biggest shit in all of human history and that she was going to murder this toilet, as strong as its flush was. She fondly remembers one time, when he walked in on her pooping. He walked over, pulled her off the toilet while she profusely protested, looked in the toilet bowl and crassly commented, “My, that was a big one.” And in her embarrassment and fluster, she retaliated by saying, “Do you have a poo fetish or something!” He already had the perfect response, “No, I have a you fetish.” This altercation was followed by very hard sex, and this was what broke the barrier of not wanting to poop in front of her husband. Even so, she was sitting on the toilet, she knew it was going to be colossal, and she didn’t want an audience this time. “I forgot to put the charger in my car last night.” She knew what was going to happen. He was going to ask her to take him to work, the kids at school and turn up to work late. And she was fuming. “You fucking idiot!” she yelled. “Haha! Mommy said the fuck word!” Max laughed outside the door. She quickly put her hand over her mouth, realizing that she just taught her youngest son a very, VERY naughty word. And the word ‘fuck’ was going through her husband Ben’s mind with every glance he was giving her sexy voluptuous body sitting down on the shitter, widening her already fat arse. But now wasn’t the time, even he realized that. “D-did you take the test?” he asked. She was taken by surprise, but she took that excuse and ran with it. It was better than telling him she wanted them out of the house so she could blow up the bathroom in peace. “Y-yes…” she said. “And?” “It was negative…” she lied. She didn’t ultimately know, but it would have been worse if she said the test was positive. She was 36. There was still time for another baby, but even so, at this age, her and her husband’s fertility have declined, and it was no longer guaranteed that she could become pregnant. She saw her husband’s face collapse in on itself. He was devastated. But in her weakness, and the vulnerable position of sitting over the toilet, with her bowel’s relief only a push away, yet she was so far from being able to empty herself, as she now needed to take everyone in her car. She got up, still feeling her ass slightly opened and uncomfortable standing upright. But she took the initiative. She walked up to Ben and forcefully shoved him against the sink. “Don’t worry Ben, I’ll bring another lovely baby into this world,” she said, with incredibly seductive eyes and a grotesquely enticing sexual invitation. “I would love nothing more than a beautiful little baby girl for our sons to protect, and someone to calm them down…” he sobbed, nearly crying. “I’ll give you a daughter Ben,” she spoke. “Whatever it takes… But for now, we should be thankful we’re still afloat.” She referenced the move. Where they had to sell their cushy city townhouse to move further out into suburbia, which was the only thing they could comfortably afford. They weren’t poor by any means, but ever since the move, commute times were tripled and they had to move into an area they didn’t like. But they were still bringing up a family, and that’s all that mattered. “I know I’ve been a stupid ass lately… I’ll change. I’ll do it for you, I’ll do it for the kids… But I have to admit, wanting a third child has been tearing me apart lately, I just want to make it happen so badly,” he confessed. “God I love you Ben, even if you are a stupid ass.” Later, on the highway, Jennifer, with her husband behind her and the two rowdy kids in the back were stuck. Because of the slight delay, they were now stuck in peak hour traffic. And she had to hold her poo in simultaneously. She felt stubborn cramping every inch the car was able to budge due to the gridlock. She definitely didn’t want her husband or kids knowing she needed to relieve herself. And she spend her time thinking about how she would empty herself before work. But she came to the conclusion, in this emergency situation that she’d call off work just this once. She took advantage of every leave day when she got them immediately, so this wouldn’t be easy. “Yellow car!” Max called out as he whacked Thomas. “Ow! I’ll get you back for that!” Thomas retaliated. “O-oh no you won’t!” Jennifer yelled. “Ben, deal with them!” Finally, the kids were dropped off, but Jennifer had some kids to drop off at the pool, and she couldn’t do that until she got to either a public bathroom, back home, or begrudgingly to work. “I… I think I need the day off,” Jennifer spoke to Ben. “Do you think they’ll let you off for today?” “I’ll have to call her and see if that’s possible, but I think I know the answer.” She persisted on with her aching abdomen until she dropped Ben off at his workplace. But as soon as he left, she felt the urge even stronger. It felt like a Goliath was about to crawl out of her stomach and no amount of pressure she fought it off with would work. In fact, she was certain she was going to have an accident. And her white panties, clear pantyhose and beige business skirt weren’t going to mix well with brown. She got her phone and dialed her boss while jiggling in her seat, about to burst. “Ahh… Jennifer…” her arrogant superior spoke down. “Hey uhh, I was just wondering, it has been a hectic week and I’m very busy,” she spoke. “Can I have today off?” After a brief delay, she replied, “You know that today is the ‘Better Practices Business’ lecture, right?” “Oh! I thought that was next week, sorry, I must have forgotten,” Jennifer replied. “Well hopefully you haven’t forgotten how important this meeting is, in fact, it’s mandatory staff attendance. I’m sorry, if you’re unable to show up today, I’ll have to let you go.” Jennifer hung up immediately. She had something of her own to let go, and now she had no choice. She had to show up or risk losing her job. She knew her boss wouldn’t be at all understanding or sympathetic. “BITCH!!!” she yelled into the void, with no one able to hear, thankfully. Finally, she showed up, clutching her stomach and the bowel ache she’s been carrying around for nearly 7 days. Her frown looked like a wet Friday. The best day of the week. Ruined. She walked into the office with her rich gold-red hair in a bun, as professionally required, as she strut her big frame into the main foyer, through the glass doors, where the meeting was being held. She was 10 minutes late. And her boss was at the door, ready to persecute her like a vulture. She was a shrew of a woman, and was ambitious to her own fault. Her greying brown bun betrayed her hatred for any women who dared put their families after their work, either that, or it was jealousy that it was too late for her to have biological children of her own. It was her own fault, she wanted to become a corporate cutthroat, and her emasculated eunuch husband didn’t dare disobey her, working as her inferior. “You’re late.” “I’m very sorry about this, I might be pregnant. I’m really feeling the morning sickness,” she spoke. “Can I use the bathroom?” “Might be?” she inquired. “Go to a doctor. Until they can verify you are indeed pregnant, you’re not pregnant, and you’re subject to the same scrutiny as everyone else.” “Oh but… Please, it’s an emergency,” she asked. “If it’s an emergency, go.” her boss replied, but then gave a caveat. “But the second you leave this room, your termination will be drafted immediately.” As if it was bad enough that she had to endure with full, aching guts for all this time, she was forced to hold it in for another two hours, otherwise her entire livelihood might be destroyed, all because she needs a fat shit. Begrudgingly, she sat down, until she found that she couldn’t sit down. The chair was right below her, she was sitting on it, but unless she tilted her backside on the chair, sitting down directly would give her a sharp pain in the guts and it felt like her pelvis was going to be ripped apart. To deter this pain, she had to sit slanted on her chair in the meeting, and it looked very awkward, uncomfortable and unprofessional. It was clear that the turd descended all the way into her rectum, it was ready to come out, it just needed permission to pass, and she was adamant about keeping her sphincter as strong as adamantium, and closed shut. The meeting was exactly as she’d anticipated, it was full of boring skeletal old men throwing buzzwords about ‘the economy,’ ‘inflation,’ ‘deficit,’ ‘expenditure,’ and a bunch of other corporate words that she could only barely grasp so she could hold down a highly paid job in business. She hated working in an office, she preferred the days when she stayed at home to take care of Max when he was still a baby, but everything changed after her husband’s redundancy. Either way, life as it was is now gone, and she has spent the last two years in this concrete tomb of old corporate cryptofacsist hacks in dire need of colostomy bags. Although at the moment, Jennifer could use one, if for nothing else, to get just the slightest pressure off her stomach, bowels and back. She couldn’t sit up straight, she was hunched over, making room for her ever growing fecal baby, which she was expecting any moment, and every other moment, it would knock on her back door screaming to be let out. After an hour in the meeting and being quizzed with silly questions to gauge members’ engagement, the screams of her baby began to get louder and became pungent. One particular event, she needed to get some gas out, because she felt like she was going to explode with the pressure building up inside her. She managed to discreetly let out a silent, constant fart that pffffffffft out of her over the span of 15 seconds. What she didn’t anticipate, as well as every other unsuspecting business man and woman was the stench of death, and it was inescapable, as they were all trapped in a giant glass room which looked like an aquarium tank, and Jennifer was the one hot-boxing them all. She glared around the room, and as sure as anything, there were funny expressions on nearly everyone’s face, glaring around the room, as if their eyes could spot the culprit that only their poor nostrils could detect. The smell was beyond godawful, it was the smell of 7 days of built up, constipated shit rotting away in her methane filled guts. But she had no choice, and as her bowels filled up with this highly explosive, heavy gas, she had to quietly air it out of her system. Suddenly, out of no where, someone broke the silence on whoever broke wind. “Who passed gas?” one man asked, holding his nose. “Enough, as I was saying, we must expand out margins to meet the demands o- y,yes what is that?” the main lecturer spoke, finally getting a whiff of what Jennifer’s been cooking for nearly a week. “Christ! Whoever that was, go to the bathroom!” a woman yelled. “There will be no breaks, we only have 45 minutes left!” the boss yelled. “My money’s on fat George!” one businessman yelled, pointing at a seemingly obvious culprit, a fat older man. But his confident dismissal made everyone point their fingers at other people, as it clearly wasn’t him. “Jennifer, was that you?” one younger upstart man asked. Jennifer began to blush, but she controlled herself just in time before suspicions deemed her guilty. “Leave Jennifer alone, if I had to guess, you’re the one who passed wind since you’re the one accusing everyone around the room of doing it Gilbert!” Jennifer’s coworker Lucy yelled. Lucy stuck up for her when no one else was. There wasn’t going to be a death penalty for whoever was deemed guilty of passing wind, but it would have been the greatest humiliation regardless. And right after Lucy, the 26 year old woman with a black bob in garish red, struck down Gilbert’s accusation, everyone swamped in to accuse her instead. “Enough, someone open the fucking doors!” one of the seniors demand. “They stay shut!” the boss demanded. “This is a bunch of fucking bullshit anyway!” the same senior businessman replied, “You can take your profit and shove it up your deficit you old cow!” Suddenly, the entire room was in an uproar over the cause of the deathly smell, because it really was that bad. Jennifer was surprised that, with the knowledge that she had to go to the bathroom, the boss didn’t immediately accuse her. Perhaps she was none the wiser thankfully. Suddenly, order was brought back into the room, but not after the senior businessman ripped off his badge and kicked the door down to go outside. It was behavior so bad, it reminded Jennifer of Max’s classroom, and the teacher who was helpless to keep them under control. But, with the seniors insisting that the doors be opened, they were opened. And everything settled down, but the smell still lingered. It was down to the last fifteen minutes, and Jennifer was able to keep her bowels under check for the most of it. But she would lust over the thought of a massive log forcing its way out of her colon. She was fantasizing of filling a toilet bowl with her filthy bratwursts, and for some reason, it helped her manage it. She passed the minute long seconds even faster, but she was also teasing herself with the anticipation of finally letting her big poo out. And in fifteen minutes, she would be able to desiccate her bowels and destroy a work toilet as collateral damage, but until then, the urge only got stronger and stronger. With so much stress, the next ten minutes felt like an hour, but there were only five minutes left, and her eyes were glued to the second hand of the clock, which was ticking by painfully slowly. But it happened, as she was holding all the methane in, all it took was the slightest quiver in her anus, and in an explosive burst, all the filthy wind she’d been keeping held in blew up and whooshed out of her anus, reverberating with nearly enough strength to push the chair out from under her and send her into orbit as a new satellite. A big fat, loud and relieving fart made itself known to everyone on the room. And then, everyone in the room knew who it came from, as Jennifer clutched her hands over her face, still tilted on her chair. She wanted to bawl her eyes out and then jump off the balcony. The only thing stopping her from jumping off the balcony was knowing how much shit would overfill in her panties after she died. A fate more mortifying than death itself awaited her. Everyone in the room wanted her dead as much as she wanted herself dead. One lapse of strength in her tiring anus cost her every scrap of dignity she had, and it was all unsalvageable now, all she had left to look forward to was humiliation and embarrassment. From that day on, everyone would remember her as the woman who tried to gas everyone in a glass tomb and blew a fart loud enough to bring back the hearing of the deaf. On the plus side, she felt a lot better with all of that gas out of her, and it eased her desperation to poop ever so slightly. But the fatal blow to her femininity was the ultimate price to pay. She couldn’t take it anymore, her face fell into her hands and she began lightly crying. Lucy tried to console her. Even after knowing that it was truly her, she tried to comfort her after she commit professional and social suicide. “See, I told you it was her,” Gilbert exonerated himself. No one clapped, no one gave him an aware, everyone just stared at him in disgust of how out of touch he was. As bad as the smell was, other than Gilbert, no one felt happy looking at Jennifer in a crying, embarrassed heap. As her crying became more audible and desperate, Lucy grabbed her and led her outside. With only three minutes left, the boss surely wouldn’t do anything punitive against either Lucy or Jennifer. But as Jennifer walked, she let out more explosive gas, as well as her bowel movement dropping out of her anus and finally making contact with her white panties. She was thankful that it was as hard as a rock and not liquid, otherwise it would have continued its muddy advance and left Jennifer in a puddle of her own tears as well as shit. Lucy knew exactly where to take poor Jennifer. To the women’s restroom. Those farts were definitely the smell of a long incarcerated bowel movement. “Here you go, Jen,” Lucy spoke, directing her to a stall. “I hope you don’t mind, I also have to take care of my… business.” In her mercy, Lucy shared her own toilet needs with Jennifer, but she did also desperately need a dump as well, as her ass clutching betrayed. “T-thank you so much Lucy!” she muttered. Jennifer locked the door, and gently took off her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and white knickers, which now had a streak of brown, but it was nothing serious. As Jennifer slowly descended her bottom down, a few nuggets fell out of her and onto the floor. “I think you dropped something,” Lucy said, as a nugget rolled under the stall into hers. Jennifer couldn’t get more embarrassed, and now Lucy could see what was stuck inside her. A black chunk of compact shit, and more had to come out. Jennifer was finally seated, and she buckled over and leaned forward as far as she could. But nothing would budge. “I haven’t pooed for 7 days,” Jennifer confessed to her coworker, who had her own confession to make. “Really? Wow, it’s no wonder you had to go. I’ve held this in for 3 days but I’ve been needing to shit all morning. I completely forgot about the meeting.” “So did I, if only I took care of my business before the meeting,” Jennifer stated. “You should take the bosses motto from now on,” Lucy spoke. “Business comes first.” “From now on, I won’t be neglecting my business ever again,” Jennifer remarked, eliciting a laugh from Lucy. But that wasn’t the only sound Lucy made. Lucy made a massive, dense splash in the stall neighbouring Jennifer and it sounded like a boulder crashing into the sea, it was massive, and Jennifer could tell it must have been a big one. As if the one splash wasn’t enough, after a big hissing fart, Lucy’s bowels let out a volley of repeating splashes, as her own nuggets fell into the water one after the other. But finally, Lucy sighed relief as a massive final splash hit the water. “That one got my butt wet!” Lucy giggled. “Yuck!” “You’re lucky you got that out so fast,” Jennifer replied. “I’m still pushing.” “Are you ok, do you need a laxative?” Lucy asked. “No, I’m alright, it’ll come out eventually.” In truth, Jennifer was waiting for her to leave. And finally, after hearing the flush and a farewell, Jennifer felt more comfortable. She’s thankful to Lucy for getting her out of there, but now Jennifer was going to put this industrial strength toilet out of commission. Permanently. Jennifer buckled over and her massive, dark nuggety crown showed itself, stretching her anus to its absolute breaking point, spreading her almost 4 inches in diameter. As the apex of her vile smelling crown emerged, so did a barrage of gas, as the explosive force of the wind dislodged nuggets off her log, which splish-sploshed in the toilet. They were so compact and dense that every plop was loud and sounded as if a bucket of marbles were being poured into the toilet water. But Jennifer couldn’t take it anymore. “Ahhhhh!” Jennifer verbalized loudly as her bowel ache forced itself out of her overstretched rectum, tearing apart her delicate anus on the way out. Having given birth twice, Jennifer would happily admit that this bowel movement felt akin to giving birth. It caused an intense spasm of pleasure and brutal pain simultaneously. But the battle was far from over. As another broadside of shit plops hit the water, making the bathroom sound like a faithful recreation of the battle of Pearl Harbor, she gasped out loud as the head of her log was finally exiting her colon. She pressed down with all her might and a feeling of intense light-headedness struck her. She was especially glad that her husband wasn’t here to see her like this, especially not while she was growing a thick dark brown dragon’s tail out of her arse, and like a dragon’s thorny, scaly tail, it was just as hard, sharp and big. She then made a tremendous push, and with it, out came an entire foot’s length of hard, compacted shit, bundled up into a painfully compressed bundle, delivering the pain of a thousand punches in the gut with every inch it slithered out of her gut, like a giant, mutant turd slug. Only another push was all it took to get the remainder of her colon-blocking log out of her. But suddenly, she could push no more. She looked in the toilet. Her thick, solid shit was hitting the very back of the basin, there was no where else for it to go and it was too rigid to bend, so she did the only thing she could do. She gently lifted her bottom and came forward, but it still wasn’t enough. Finally, she stood, and the tail of her shit fell out and landed outside the rim of the toilet and onto the seat itself. “O-oh god…” Jennifer spoke. And this wasn’t even all of her shit, as soon as she stood up she felt another huge poo sliding down descending colon. This was going to be another big fat log. This time, with the seat ruined by her shit, she stood up and let out a huge chocolatey brown snake out the ass. It fell into the toilet with a heavy plonk in record time and plugged up the already unflushable toilet even more. The toilet was already clogged and dead, but Jennifer’s guts were still overloaded with poo, now it was just fun and games to see just how badly she could destroy this toilet, and it was her revenge for the ultimate humiliation. Yet another caramel snake fell out from her gut and began coiling up. Hunched over in a semi-squat/stand position, her sloppy snaking caramel made contact with the little water left and her two huge turds while it was still inside her ass. And she pushed quickly, unraveling the long rope of shit into the toilet until it floomped into the bowl completely. One last wave of poo rushed out, spraying wet chunks and bursts of wet shit with a bombardment of gassy shit-wind. Jennifer felt the need to sit back down but now her main dark brown log, which was the length of half her large intestine, was intimately close to her vagina. But she had to sit, otherwise her shit would be on the toilet rather than in it. But it wasn’t as if the toilet could get any worse. Finally, the coffee she had this morning must have been coming out, as a huge bomb of liquid shit splashed into the bowl, splattering chunks of her shit all over the bowl. Once she stood up to wipe herself clean, she gazed into the murder scene of a toilet. There was no way this toilet was ever going to flush again. But there is one thing Jennifer forgot. She forgot to pee. But she noticed something. Her stomach was still bulging even though she got all of the feces out of her bowels. She decided to finally do the pregnancy test while she peed. She peed on the detector while her stream awkwardly angled into the toilet, and she looked down at it. Two red lines. It looked like she was going to introduce another bundle of love into the world after all. THE END

My first story, featuring a long-term m/m relationship where one partner introduces his secret bladder control kink and the other decides to humor him for their anniversary, but finds he enjoys it more than he thought. I liked playing with these characters and trying to make sure they were plausible as fem-leaning middle class millennial guys. This is an endurance story, with all the delicious drawn-out suffering that entails. I chose a hold length of 9-12 hours that would be agonizing for an untrained person, but also within the realm of reality. There is some sex in this, but it's not described as vividly as the desperation. ______ As promised, the LGBTQIA+ art history exhibit at the Newsome Gallery was unsuitable for visitors under the age of 18. “I feel like we’re the least kinky gays who ever lived,” Jack mused as he looked up at the Tom of Finland print on the wall, which depicted beefy park rangers having a four-way at a highway rest area. Jack was slender guy, just past 30. He had warm brown eyes and a debonair hairstyle with a side part. His nose was long for his face and crooked, which made him look gawky, but his smile more than made up for it in the eyes of his husband, Leo, who stood beside him. Leo was a little older, a little stouter, and a lot blonder. He had a mustache. “I see it as my mission in life to bring them back,” he would tell people with regard to the mustache, to Jack’s good-natured annoyance. “Nonsense. You can’t compare us to,” Leo gestured at the beefiest and most generously endowed park ranger, “the seventies!” “I’m not talking about the seventies. I’m talking about our friends. Bo and Tim just opened their relationship and started going to steam rooms, and they won’t shut up about it. They’re probably laughing at us behind our backs for being so vanilla. We have zero kinks put together.” “Well, I wouldn’t say zero kinks,” Leo mumbled, low, and then stopped himself. Jack turned to him, eyes wide, mouth open: “oh my God, do you have a kink?” he whispered, teasing. Leo stammered. “Oh my God, you have a kink. You totally have a kink. I can see the kinkiness in your eyes.” “It was a joke. I was kidding.” “Don’t lie to me, kinkster! What is it? Bondage, spanking, 1970s park rangers?” “Honey, we’re in public.” “Yeah, in public looking at porn.” “Did you ever think Tom of Finland helped promote unrealistic male body standards that plague the gay community to this day?” “Don’t change the subject.” They heard a yelp behind them: “Leo, it’s you! And you brought Jack!” It was Ramona, Leo’s mohawked friend from the upholstery studio where he worked. She promptly swept them up in an arty conversation about the unique ways various lesbian painters utilized space, which Jack, a CPA by trade, couldn’t quite follow. She would end up luring them to a remarkable tiny Jamaican restaurant between a boxing gym and a rail yard, where she regaled them with funny stories about her ex-girlfriend who tried to keep koi in the bathtub. The strange conversation under the Tom of Finland print receded to the back of Jack and Leo’s minds as they dug into escabeche and basked in Ramona’s boisterous energy. It was dark before they started for home. ____ As Jack was driving home along back roads that evening, something nagged at him. He turned to Leo in the passenger’s seat. “What was that kink you mentioned at the gallery? I’m still dying to know.” Silence. “Come on, just between you and me.” “I told you that was a joke.” “It doubt it. You had a weaselly look on your face.” “Uh…” “Well? Spill it, Jill. We’re married!” he couldn’t help but laugh. “I do have a kink. A secret kink. It’s my deepest, darkest secret. I let it slip. You got me,” Leo confessed. “Is this kink, whatever it is, really your deepest, darkest secret?” Jack was becoming concerned. What could this possibly be about? “Kind of.” “What is it? What on earth are you into that it’s your deepest, darkest secret?” Jack’s mind crowded with alarming possibilities. Nazi uniforms. Bugchasing. Whatever it was called when people liked car crashes. “Well…um…it’s called omorashi.” Omorashi. It sounded Japanese. What kind of depravity was Leo into that had a Japanese name? Jack didn’t want to stereotype, but when it came to fetishes, everyone knew about the Japanese. “What’s omorashi?” he asked, with increasing trepidation. “Well, it has to do with…bladder control.” “Watersports?” Watersports was Leo’s deepest, darkest secret? Really? That was one of the most basic fetishes out there. “Not really. Watersports is about, you know, pissing on people. What I like is seeing a man, a grown man, desperate to pee. Like, he has to hold his pee as long as he can for some reason, and I get to watch him, you know, try to hold it in. Sometimes just knowing he has a full bladder. Knowing he’s been holding it for a long time, or drank a lot, or both, and he’s bursting.” He paused. “I really like the squirming.” “The pee dance is your kink?” Jack tried not to sound judgmental, and in truth he wasn’t. Leo got off on seeing a guy do the pee dance. It was eccentric, certainly, even a little funny, but there were so many worse things people were into. “Basically, yes.” “Do you like to watch guys actually, you know, pee?” “If they really need to go, yeah. Last Christmas, I was in the bathroom at the airport and I could hear a guy at the next urinal, behind the partition, who maybe didn’t get to go on the plane and had a lot to drink. He…took a long time and had a strong stream and I couldn’t stop thinking about…” he trailed off. “What if they don’t make it and wet their pants? Does that ruin it for you?” “No. That can be fun, too. Wetting, I mean. I was at a straight bar in college one time with Samantha - you remember Samantha? The place was full of frat guys. It was game day and I saw…” he trailed off again. Jack could sense that it wasn’t just embarrassment that made him clam up. He couldn’t even talk about this omorashi thing without getting turned on. He had a personal spank bank full of memories of random guys he’d seen in public who needed a piss. After three years together and a year of marriage, Jack was only now finding this out. Jack was silent for a moment. “I bet you think I’m disgusting. I should have never told you,” Leo said. “No, not at all, sweetie! It’s not, like, a bad kink, unless you’re kidnapping people and forcing them to wet their pants for you in your basement or something. It’s just different. It’s different enough that I have to think about it, you know. I’m not mad at you for having a little kink,” Jack replied. “You’re really not mad?” “No.” Leo visibly relaxed in his seat. “Maybe if I’d known, I wouldn’t have ducked into that smelly cubbyhole of a bathroom before I left the restaurant. Maybe I would have given you a little show on the way home.” “Really?” “Maaaaaaaybe.” Leo laughed, but there was an edge to it. Anxiety, or desire. Later that night, Leo overcame his embarrassment enough to show Jack some videos. They were cell phone videos of men in nondescript apartments, testing the limits of their bladders and then wetting their underwear. Jack observed how much Leo’s eyes focused on the stuff before the actual pissing. He got off on seeing guys do the pee dance, all right. “It’s slim pickings if you’re into male desperation more than female. If you want to see women wet their pants, there’s a big studio in Japan that makes professional videos. Japanese businessmen love nothing better than seeing a 25-year-old actress wet a schoolgirl uniform,” Leo said. “How did you even find this?” “I’ve…always liked it, since I was a kid. Since before I knew what it was.” “Wow.” “I know, I know.” “Can I ask you something?” “Okay.” “Remember the time when we were first dating and we went to Vegas? I drank a ton of coke because it was hot, remember? And when we got out on the interstate and I had to pee really bad and there wasn’t a rest stop for miles?” “Yeah,” Leo averted his eyes and blushed bright red. “I had to take a risk and piss on the side of the road while you watched for the highway patrol…” “Yeah.” “And when we got to the hotel you were so horny you practically tackled me? And we almost missed Alexis Mateo? Was that because…” “…Yeah.” “I had no idea.” “I’m sorry. I wasn’t about to turn to you in the car and say, ‘could you hold on a little longer? Your awkward situation is really getting my motor running.’ I was so embarrassed.” “I forgive you.” “Thanks for being understanding.” “Would you like it if I held my pee for you sometime? On purpose?” “You would do that?” “It’s not a problem for me. Our anniversary is in a few days, after all. It’ll be like an anniversary present.” An anniversary present for $0.00. Jack felt like a genius. “That would be,” Leo swallowed hard, “incredible. Just incredible.” “Is there any particular fantasy you have for me and my, um, bladder?” Leo’s eyes lit up. _______ Leo made a note of the time. It was 8:29 on the morning of their anniversary when Jack finished his before-work pee. Well, this is the last time I’m allowed to go before I get home from work, he thought. He’d had a cup of coffee and an 8 oz. glass of orange juice with toast for breakfast. He hoped that fluid had had time to make it through him in the past 45 minutes. Leo wanted him to hold it all day at work, drinking the normal amount of fluids, and come home to him with a nice full bladder. The time aspect seemed to excite him. “Just thinking about you slowly getting desperate at work, having to act professional when you’ve been holding it for hours and hours, not being able to sit still at your desk,” he had rhapsodized. Leo himself would be at home all day, having rearranged his schedule at the upholstery studio. When Jack got home, he would be given permission to go to the bathroom, but only if Leo could watch. Needless to say, neither of their mothers would be hearing about this particular anniversary gift. Jack would have to say he got Leo a tie or something. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Leo asked as Jack stepped out the door in his slim fit pressed khakis, brown oxfords and belt, light blue button-down shirt, and tasteful dark blue linen sport coat. “I’m a big boy,” Jack said, kissing him goodbye, “I can hold it.” _____ TO BE CONTINUED...

A Jadian and Nico prequel WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS WETTING AND SEXUAL ACTIVITIES!! This story takes place right after Jadian’s and Aiden’s baseball team short story. Check out my short stories thread to see it and others if you haven't already.😃 The last hour of the bus ride is uneventful, Aiden turned and faced the window the whole time, and Jadian put in his headphones to listen to music. Jadian typed out a text to Aiden. He decided to hand his phone to Aiden instead of sending it, just to be careful that no one could see it, he even wrote it in Notes just so that Aiden couldn’t send it to himself. The note read: Remember that time you invited me over for a sleepover and I said I couldn’t because I didn’t feel good, and then a few weeks later you invited me to sleep over again and I gave you a different reason. Well the real reason is because sometimes I wet the bed. You can’t tell anyone this or nothing. So accidents happen to the best of us. I promise it’s ok. Aiden handed the phone back to Jadian, who typed out a text “when we get off the bus, let’s try to go last. Tie my hoodie around your waist and stay sort of close. I’ll try to help cover your front and the hoodie should cover your back. Ok?” Aiden nodded. Things went according to plan. They got off the bus and stayed close together when it came time to getting their belongings. Just as they were about to start walking in to the hotel, the coach said there had been some changes to room assignments. Several rooms got cancelled so any of the rooms with a pull out couch got a third room mate for the weekend. Jadian and Aiden learned that one of the newer members to the varsity basketball team was former JV player Nico. Jadian had passed Nico a few times said things like “wassup” and stuff in passing but beyond that, neither Jadian or Aiden knew anything about Nico. The coaches did this on purpose, any of the newest players had to get a room with established players. Nico walked over and said, “so I guess we are roomies?” Both Jadian and Aiden sort of rolled their eyes. But shrugged and Aiden said “guess so.” They were given their room keys and told to meet back down stairs in about an hour to go to dinner. They walked up to the elevator and got on. Aiden slyly grabbed at his crotch. The wet fabric was getting uncomfortable. He was very glad he had his better jeans from school to switch back to, and was very thankful his mom insisted on packing a couple of extra pairs of underwear. Aiden hasn’t had an accident and peed himself completely since he was 12 aside from an occasional leak from holding it too long. The three boys made it to their room. Once they got inside Nico set his stuff down grabbed at his crotch and went straight to the bathroom. Jadian stood there with Aiden and crossed his legs, he didn’t need to go like an emergency, but it was getting there, and hearing Nico’s pee stream splashing in the toilet wasn’t helping. There was a flush and Nico appeared from the bathroom. Jadian asked Nico to go outside and give them a minute. Nico blushed, “can I at least change underwear first?” Jadian raised an eyebrow and looked at Nico’s crotch. While his pants were dark, there was a wet spot. “Why?” Jadian asked. Nico blushed harder. Nico opened his jeans revealing a very wet crotch. Aiden untied the hoodie from around his waist and turned and faced Nico and then turned around. “You too?” Nico asked. Nico grabbed his bag and got a pair of underwear out and started to change in front of the other two. Aiden locked eyes with Jadian, and then turned his attention to Nico and watched him undress. He slipped off a pair of briefs and put on a different pair of CK briefs in heather grey, then put his pants back on and left his wet briefs on the couch next to his bag and went downstairs. “See you guys downstairs” he said as he walked out of the room. Aiden unbuttoned his jeans, exposing his wet white briefs that were already about half dry. He slid his pants and underwear down at the same time and left them on the floor next to his bed. “I still can’t believe I did that.” Aiden sort of pouted. Jadian walked over and hugged his friend. “Dude don’t feel bad. There is a good chance this bed is going to be wet at least one of the two nights we are here. It’s something we have little control over. Shit happens.” Jadian gave him a good smack on his butt with a little bit of a sting. “Get dressed and get your dick off my leg.” He joked and broke the hug. “Be glad you’re my friend, I probably would’ve hit someone if it were anyone else.” He laughed and walked to the bathroom to pee. The rest of the day, dinner, the rest of the evening all went pretty well and was uneventful. They had a game in the morning for quarter-finals, that evening for semi-finals, and finals Sunday- if they made it that far, so the coaches tried to have the team back in the hotel and in their rooms by 9. Like planned, Jadian, Aiden, and Nico all arrived back in their room by 8:55. The guys changed and all just wore their underwear to bed, Nico in the grey CK briefs he had to change in to, Aiden ended up putting on a pair of blue CK trunks, and Jadian was still in his white CK trunks. The boys chatted and carried on small talk about school, girls, social media, and stuff as they got situated. Jadian was the first to go to the bathroom when they got settled and came out with a quarter sized wet spot from putting his junk away too soon. Aiden went in second and was quick to pee and shook good, and didn’t leave a drop. Nico had a drop escape as Aiden was walking out of the bathroom, to the point where he had to grab himself as he kept walking to the toilet so he didn’t leak and get his underwear any more wet. The boys each got in bed, Jadian grabbed the TV remote and turned it on and picked a movie, none of them really paid any attention to the TV as they chatted some more. Things finally quieted down as they got tired, eventually all falling asleep. At around 3:45am Jadian started having the pee dream. Sometimes he’s able to wake up, and get to the bathroom without a problem. For whatever reason tonight he wasn’t able to wake up. Laying on his back with his dick pointed down, a drop escapes, his white CK trunks absorbed it and it created a little dime sized wet spot. About a minute later a squirt came out, Jadians balls were now wet. Not even 30 seconds later a slow stream started. His balls got warm, then his butt, a small puddle began to form under him. Jadian suddenly woke up and jumped up really quick. He felt so warm and wet. He tripped on the end of Aidens bed trying to run to the bathroom. He lost balance and complete control of his bladder. On his hands and knees, began to completely pee his underwear, soaking the carpet under him. Jadian started crying, partly from a stubbed toe, and partly from having an accident. Aiden woke up from the bed getting hit and the sound of splashing water. Nico managed to sleep through the whole ordeal, which was great for Jadian, because he was super embarrassed. Aiden had seen Jadian in peed in underwear in the locker room on a few occasions after one sport game or another over the last couple of years, but hadn’t seen him have a full on accident. Aiden could still hear the hissing of pee going through Jadians underwear and the sound of the splattering and got up and pulled Jadian in to a hug. “It’s ok buddy, just let it go” Aiden whispered. As the pee slowed and then stopped, Aiden stood Jadian up and walked him to the bathroom. He glanced over and could see the plate sized wet spot on the bed and went to cover it up once he got Jadian in the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and went over to the carpet and set it over the wet spot and stood on it to help soak up the pee from the carpet. Jadian walked out of the bathroom naked, with his pee soaked underwear in hand, after taking a quick shower to rinse off. He saw Aiden cleaning up the mess and felt a tear well up in the corner of his eye from the shame. He went and laid down, still naked, on the other side of bed. He felt himself get a boner. He wasn’t sure if it was from his accident, from Aiden, or what. Aiden turned off the light and got back in his bed and whispered goodnight. Jadian kept thinking about the whole thing and began to stroke his dick as quietly as he could. He turned to his side as he felt like he was about to cum and blew his load on top of the pee spot in the bed. He was surprised at how strong and quick he came, and how aroused he was, while not understanding what made him feel that way. He rolled back over on to his back and quickly fell asleep with a satisfied grin on his face. The morning came and Jadian was the first to wake up, he got up right away because he had a boner and went to grab underwear to put on so that neither of the other boys would see him exposed like that. He grabbed a pair of black Adidas athletic boxerbriefs that he usually would wear for games since they were going to eat breakfast and change for the first round of the tournament. They won the first game, went to lunch and had the last game at 5. The semifinals were a lot closer. They were one of four teams to make it for their division. Unfortunately they lost in overtime. All of the boys on the team had been staying pretty well hydrated. The bus ride was only about 20 minutes from the venue to the hotel, but long enough for one of the boys in the seat in front of Jadian and Aiden to end up peeing his basketball uniform shorts. There was some laughing since he jumped up and people in surrounding seats saw his blue shorts turn dark. He stood there and peed it all out. Even Jadian and Aiden laughed, Jadian patted him on the back and said “it’s ok dude. It happens to the best of us.” They arrive at the hotel kind of late, around 10:45, since they stayed to watch the other teams play. Since they didn’t make it to the finals, they didn’t have to get up super early, which was good since most of the boys were pretty wound up and bummed at the same time. The evening was relatively uneventful, Jadian, Niko, and Aiden all got changed and slept in their underwear, each wearing a fresh pair since they showered. Aiden was in black CK trunks, Jadian was in a pair of light blue Hollister trunks, and Nico was in a pair of white CK briefs. Jadian was the first to fall asleep, which was an unfortunate mistake, he forgot to pee before he went to bed. Nico went pee one last time at around 12:15, and Aiden went pretty much right after him. Both of them crawled in bed and fell asleep not long after. At 2:15am, the sound of a faint hiss could be heard coming from Jadians bed. No one woke up, including Jadian as he began to pee in his sleep. His face scrunched up as he was dreaming but the more he peed, the more his expression relaxed. As pee pooled under him forming a huge pee puddle, he soaked it all, his underwear, the sheets, the comforter, the mattress cover- all drenched with all of the water from the end of the game and in to the evening. At 7am or so, Nico wakes up and can tell that the room smells like pee, a smell that wasn’t there before. He looks around in the dimly lit room and can see a darker section on Jadians bed, but isn’t sure and goes back to sleep. About 20-30 minutes later Jadian is freezing cold, and wakes up in a shiver. He knows this feeling all too well. He feels his stomach and back are all wet, and he also feels a strong need to pee again. In his frustration with himself, and the fact that the damage was done, he relaxes and begins to feel the pee escape and warm him up. He reaches his hand in his underwear and begins to stroke his dick as he pees, trying to be as quiet as possible. He quickly gets hard and finished peeing. Jadian’s breathing picked up and he quickly shot a heavy load of cum in his underwear. He quickly goes from relieved to scared. The sheets above him are heavy and wet. He begins to cry and gets a pair of underwear out of his bag that’s sitting on the end of his bed still. He gets up, runs to the bathroom and turns on the shower. He sends a text to his coach, from the bathroom, asking what he should do. His coach sent a text back while he showered saying “Your Mom told us this might happen, we made arrangements to have both of the beds protected, so the hotel is aware that it might happen. It’s ok. We can talk about it later. Are you ok?” Jadian finishes his shower and towels off, and sees his screen light up as the reminder message popped up saying he had an unread text notification. He reads the text. On one hand he’s mad at his mom, but on the other, he’s relieved. He finally responds “Just got out of the shower. I think so. I’m sorry.” Coach sends a text, “I can assure you, there are plenty of athletes, some twice your age, that wet the bed. We are hard on our bodies, have to stay hydrated, and it was a big day. It’ll be ok. Let me know if you need something.”

Here's another one! This one's another commission, and is a continuation of my DDLC stories (this one's a direct continuation of this story here:) Both that story and this one contain messing content, but this one also contains a decent amount of wetting as well. For people who are interested in that, I hope you enjoy! This one's a long one, and is something of a conclusion to my DDLC stories, so strap in for the ride! Conflicts and Resolutions Monika let out a soft moan as she felt Yuri lift her head and plant a soft kiss on her collarbone. The two were laced together on the floor of the living room, shirts unbuttoned, skirts and bras discarded. Monika had the house to herself for the night, and they had taken full advantage of it. A sudden wave of pressure from Monika’s abdomen made her moan as she squeezed her thighs together. She shuffled and blushed, red-faced, as she felt the pent-up flood slosh around inside of her. She was desperate already, the work of two discarded bottles sitting on the table. However, she was far from the only one. She snaked her hand down Yuri’s own abdomen and felt the bulge of her bladder underneath the waistband of her panties. She pressed down gently, and Yuri let out her own moan. “D-don’t, I’ll seriously leak,” Yuri begged. “That’s the idea, isn’t it?” Monika teased. It was true. Underneath them they had laid out towels to soak up the inevitable flood when the two eventually wet themselves. Yuri furrowed her brow slightly before reaching down to Monika’s own bladder and pressed on it too. Monika gasped, clamping her thighs closed and trying not to leak into her panties. Before the wave could pass, however, Yuri reached up and caressed Monika’s breast with her lips. The hot breath on her nipple sent shivers down Monika’s spine, and she felt a few drops escape into her panties. “H-hey, no fair.” “Like you said, that’s the idea.” Monika gave Yuri’s swollen bladder one last retaliatory squeeze before snaking her hand down even lower, outside her panties. Her fingers quickly found their target and she began teasing Yuri. The sensual black fabric of Yuri’s underwear was soaked at the crotch, and Monika didn’t have to ask to know that it was from more than just pee. Yuri let out a breathy gasp as she squirmed underneath Monika’s touch. Her face was flush and Monika felt a few hot drips escape into her hand as Yuri briefly lost control. Monika wondered if she was about to wet herself, but despite all her restless squirming, Yuri managed to hold the rest in. Monika was now on the offensive, and for good reason too. She could feel her own bladder screaming for relief, and she didn’t think she could hold it much longer. She continued teasing Yuri outside her panties, smiling at the moans she was letting out with each rub. Monika reached up to slip her fingers underneath Yuri’s panties, but something changed. Yuri stiffened up, and Monika was afraid she had crossed a line and Yuri uncomfortable. She immediately stopped and looked up at Yuri, who was wearing a troubled expression. “A-are you okay, Yuri?” Monika asked. “Y-yes, I’m fine,” Yuri tried, but Monika wasn’t buying it. “I can tell something’s wrong. I didn’t go too far, did I?” Monika asked. “No, no, of course not, I just-” Suddenly a small, short fart escaped Yuri and she blushed redder than a tomato. She covered her face with one hand and looked away from Monika’s concerned gaze. “I… I really have to poop. I only felt the urge halfway through holding it, and it wasn’t that bad so I figured I could put it off until we wet ourselves, but…” Yuri trailed off, embarrassed. Monika’s heart pounded, and she felt herself getting more aroused. The two had held it like this often since they got together, but while Yuri had grown well-accustomed to holding her bladder for Monika, the two hadn’t crossed the subject of poop yet. It was something Monika had more than a passing interest in ever since the sleepover, and since then she had experimented around a bit on her own with it, but never with Yuri. “So,” Monika thought of a way to gently pry into the subject, “Did you want to go, or?” “O-or?” Yuri blushed. “Well, we could continue,” Monika turned away as she spoke. She felt her face burn, and she couldn’t meet Yuri’s gaze. “I,” Yuri hesitated, “No, I mean, I really can’t hold it. If we keep going I’m gonna do more than wet myself.” “Well, that’s what I-” Monika trailed off. Yuri was clearly uncomfortable, and she already felt bad for asking that much of her, “N-nevermind, yeah, you should go.” “S-sorry,” Yuri apologized, blushing. She grabbed her stomach as she rushed off, leaving Monika all alone in the living room. Monika let out a sigh and placed a hand over her face. Images of her recent messing at the club with Natsuki flooded back, and she couldn’t help but imagine doing the same with Yuri. Holding both in until they couldn’t anymore. She had gotten used to holding her bladder, but there was something about holding both in that made it more challenging, the desperation of one heightening the other. Monika felt her bladder spasm and realized that, with Yuri using the bathroom, she didn’t have anywhere to go. Not that she wanted to. She pressed on it and moaned as another small leak escaped into her panties. She held her crotch with her hand as her thighs clamped around it, trying to contain the flood. She felt her fingers get to work, teasing herself outside of her soaked panties. She knew she should probably try to hold it until Yuri got back, but she couldn’t help herself. She was desperate and horny, and feeling particularly frustrated at the thought of Yuri turning down her suggestion. She knew it wasn’t fair to be mad, they hadn’t discussed it and Monika didn’t want to make Yuri uncomfortable, but part of her was still disappointed. Monika felt her bladder spasm again as she worked her fingers around her clit, and a hot spurt escaped. She was bursting, and if she didn’t stop now there was no going back. At the same time, she couldn’t stop rubbing herself as she imagined Yuri was still there, trying to hold back as her full bladder and bowels begged for relief. However, as the image came up in her mind, she couldn’t help but once again think back to her experience in the clubroom with Natsuki. She felt a pang of guilt, even as her face burned at the memory. Monika felt herself reaching close to climax, and forced herself to slow down to prevent herself from leaking. The motion brought her back down from the edge, and she grit her teeth in frustration. She wanted to cum, but she knew doing so would push her bladder over the edge. Still, Yuri was still not back, and she was bursting. She just wanted to wet herself now. Monika felt another long, hot spurt escape, and she didn’t think she could hold back anymore. Making her decision, she slipped her hand beneath her panties and slipped her fingers inside herself as she rubbed her sensitive bud. The action brought her right up to the edge again and she let out another long leak, and then another. She was basically wetting herself at this point already, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she brought herself right to climax just as she fully lost control, and an arch of pee sprayed out of her, splashing against her fingers and her panties. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she convulsed, her fingers slowing as she brought herself down from the climax. All the while she continued to pee at full-force, soaking the towels underneath her and causing quite the puddle to form. Her swollen bladder sang with relief as she lost herself in the pleasure and relief. She lost track of how long she had been sitting there, full wetting herself, until she finally felt the pressure in her abdomen fade away and her stream slow to a trickle. She was left panting on the floor as she gathered herself back up, and she had only barely managed to sit up and inspect her impressive puddle before Yuri came back into the room. It didn’t take her long to figure out what had just happened, and Monika blushed. “S-sorry, I really couldn’t hold it,” Monika admitted. “N-no, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have kept trying to hold it when I realized I had to poop. If I had just gone before, we would’ve still had time for me to fill up again before it gets too late,” Yuri admitted. She looked away bashfully and rubbed her arms. “No, really, it’s okay,” Monika replied. She stood up and walked over to Yuri, wrapping her arms around her from behind. She planted a tender kiss on Yuri’s neck and felt Yuri lean into her. Her shoulders were stiff and Monika could tell she was tense. She waited a moment to see if Yuri would say anything else, before trying to clear the awkward air. “Now, let me clean up a little,” Monika motioned to her wet panties and the soaked towels on the floor, “I’ll be taking a bath, care to join me?” Yuri blushed and nodded, and after Monika had wiped up the floor and placed the pee-soaked towels, as well as her panties, into the wash, she found herself leaning into Yuri as the two soaked in the hot bath together. She hoped that the soak would do them both good, but even without either of them saying it, Monika could tell they were still both thinking about what happened earlier. Frustrated and not knowing what to say, Monika just allowed herself to melt into Yuri’s embrace, hoping that after the bath and a good night’s sleep, the awkward air would blow over. --- Sayori let out a long sigh as she stared up at her phone idly. She was sprawled out on her bed, holding her phone up with one hand as she lazily swiped at the screen with her other. She was only wearing a thin tank top and panties, but she didn’t really mind since she was home alone for the evening. Left bored with nothing to do, Sayori considered turning in early, but with the sun still setting it was far too early to sleep. Sayori let out a yawn, less from tiredness and more from boredom, and continued to play with her phone. She checked her messages and in a brief flash, she saw the photos that Natsuki had sent her back when they had their messing contest. Despite only glancing at the photos for a few moments at first, Sayori felt heat rush to her cheeks, and she opened them up to look at them better. She felt her hand automatically slip between her legs as she felt herself growing aroused. She began playing with herself through her panties as she stared at the images of Natsuki right after she shit herself. She imagined Natsuki holding it until she couldn’t anymore and letting it all out, which only served to turn her on more. As she played with herself, she felt a sudden twinge in her bladder, and realized that it had been quite some time since she last visited the toilet. She squeezed her thighs together as she continued rubbing herself, enjoying the conflicting sensations of fullness and pleasure. She glanced back to the photos of Natsuki and her eyes lit up. It had been a few days since they last hung out, and with her bladder already full, Sayori figured it was the perfect time to have some more fun with their shared interest. “Hey, Natsuki! Did you want to come over for the evening to hang out?” Sayori texted, sending the message and waiting with baited breath for a response. Only a few moments later, she got a response, “Sure! I’m free!” “Great,” Sayori sent back, “You can come over anytime.” “Cool! I’ll head over now!” Sayori was glad that Natsuki had agreed to hang out, and also that she was already on her way. She wasn’t bursting yet, but her bladder was full, and if Natsuki took too long to get over, by the time they planned anything out Sayori might be quite desperate by then. Sayori stood up and got dressed into something more presentable. Bending over and changing sent jostles and waves of pressure through her bladder, and she found herself dancing around her room as she got herself dressed. She then sat back down and squirmed with one hand between her legs as she waited for Natsuki to arrive. Perhaps it was because she was waiting, but Sayori was acutely aware of how full her bladder is, and she found herself stuck shuffling on her bed. She tried to pull up the images of Natsuki again to take her mind off of things, but the arousal only made her urge worse, and she crossed her legs, checking the time every few seconds as if that would make Natsuki get there sooner. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Sayori shot up, nearly leaking as she rushed to the door. She smiled as she opened the door and greeted her friend. “Hey, Natsuki!” “Hey, Sayori! Thanks for inviting me, I was going to head to the bookstore earlier, but I found out it was closed today for some reason, so I’ve been stuck at home all day,” Natsuki smiled and Sayori looked her over. She was wearing a cute frilled skirt and a blue blouse with puffy sleeves. It was a cute aesthetic that fit Natsuki rather well, and got Sayori excited to see Natsuki potentially squirming around in it. “No problem!” Sayori beamed, “I didn’t have anything to do either, so I figured we could hang!” “So, what did you want to do?” Natsuki asked. Sayori scratched her head nervously. She wasn’t entirely sure how to breach the subject. It hadn’t been that long ago that Natsuki had caught her red-handed. She had been using the photos Natsuki had sent her of her messing to pleasure herself when Natsuki walked in on her. It was the first time Natsuki realized there was a sexual nature to the interest, and Sayori was in the unenviable position of having to explain that her interest in wetting and messing was, indeed, a fetish. Sayori had encouraged her to look into it on her own, and come talk to her about things later, but so far they hadn’t had a follow-up of that conversation. Sayori considered bringing it up now, but she felt a twinge from her bladder, and knew she had to get a move on if they were going to do anything. “How about a walk? If you had a destination in mind, we can go there too, but I just figured we could walk around and chat for a bit!” she suggested. She wanted to get them both away from any proper toilets, and they could discuss things while they walked. Natsuki paused, as though she were considering something, and then nodded, “That works for me! Let’s go!” It wasn’t long before the two were headed out the door, Sayori doing her best to ignore her full bladder as she left the comfort of her home, and the safety of being close to a toilet. As the two walked, they talked about stuff like club and school as Sayori wondered when she should bring up the topic of wetting and messing. She didn’t want to be awkward, and part of her hoped Natsuki would bring up the topic herself, but another part of her was eager to admit that she had to pee, and wanted to know how Natsuki felt about it too. As she walked, Sayori found herself shuffling along desperately, squeezing her thighs together as she fought against her swelling bladder. She rubbed her abdomen and felt it bulging out slightly. Part of her openly holding it was to see if Natsuki would pick up on her desperation, but another part of it was that she genuinely had to pee. She wasn’t bursting just yet, but she was definitely at the point where she couldn’t ignore the urge. She also paid close attention to Natsuki, and noticed that she seemed to be shuffling a bit awkwardly as well. Sayori at first thought it was her projecting her own needs and desires onto Natsuki, but as she watched, she was more and more convinced that Natsuki was also holding it in. The idea excited her, especially if Natsuki had purposely skipped peeing right before heading over. It only reinforced her urge to bring up the topic. With her heart racing, Sayori lowered her voice and asked, “Oh, by the way, did you look into… that yet?” “That?” Natsuki asked, puzzled for a brief moment before she realized what Sayori was alluding to, and her face lit up bright red, “O-oh, you mean the fetish thing. Y-yeah, I looked into it.” “What did you think? If you don’t mind me asking,” Sayori asked. Natsuki hesitated for a bit before answering, “It was really interesting. Like I said, I never thought of it like a fetish, I just was interested in it, I guess. But after realizing how sexual it could be, I guess I can see it.” “You understand it, but you don’t think it’s a sexual thing for you?” Sayori asked, trying not to let her disappointment come across in her voice. She wanted to approach this delicately, after all. “I’m not sure,” Natsuki admitted, “I’ve been experimenting around with it, and I think it might be, but I don’t know how to feel about it yet. I wanted to wait until I was more sure about it before talking to you, so sorry if you were waiting for me to say something.” “Oh no, I get that, no worries!” Sayori smiled, though internally she was starting to regret her decision. She definitely should’ve talked to Natsuki beforehand, and now she was desperate and away from a toilet. She thought it would be simple if she could wet herself with Natsuki while out on the walk, but doing something like that now seemed insensitive. That being said, she also really had to pee at this point, and Sayori wasn’t sure she’d be able to make it back home in time. “A-actually, speaking of,” Natsuki interjected, “Can we head back to your place? I was… well, before you called me over, I was holding it, and I forgot to go before coming over, so I really have to pee.” Sayori was surprised, but she jumped on the opportunity, “Actually, I really have to pee now too. I had to go before I called you over, and I guess I was kind of hoping we could get up to something. That’s why I suggested the walk, to get us away from a toilet.” “What?” Natsuki’s mood immediately shifted, and she crossed her arms, “You had this planned the whole time?” “Well, just for me, I had no idea you were holding it too,” Sayori replied. “We didn’t even talk about it first!” Natsuki pointed out, “Shouldn’t you have brought this up before inviting me over, or at least at the house?” “Sorry, I just thought-” Sayori trailed off, “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” “You didn’t want to make me uncomfortable, but you didn’t even ask me what I thought of this wetting stuff before deciding that we were going to go on a desperate walk together!” Natsuki pointed out, “I’m still trying to figure all this out, like I said, I didn’t want to talk about it until I had a more solid answer for you!” “S-sorry,” Sayori asked, “But you’re holding it in too, right? So clearly you’re still interested in it. And you could’ve gone to the bathroom before we left!” “That’s,” Natsuki trailed off. Suddenly, she doubled over and jammed her hands between her legs. Sayori, likewise, felt a surge of pressure from her bladder, and crossed her legs and danced in place, “Listen, neither of us are gonna make it if we keep fighting.” Sayori nodded in agreement and looked around, “We’re near the park, it’s not that far, so we should make it.” The walk to the park was awkward and desperate, with both girls having to stop and squeeze and shuffle to contain their full bladders. Sayori wanted nothing more than to suggest wetting right then and there, but she didn’t want to make Natsuki any more upset than she already was. By the time the entrance to the park was in-sight, Natsuki was more hobbling than walking at that point, and Sayori herself was forced to openly jam her hands between her legs, not really caring who saw as long as she could keep the pent-up flood inside of her. She was bursting at this point, and it made the long trek to the toilets at the back of the park all the more daunting. Sayori watched Natsuki hobbling in front of her, hands disappearing up her frilled skirt as she desperately rushed along the path towards the back of the park. The toilets popped up in sight, but just the mere thought of relief made Sayori’s bladder spasm. She stopped in her tracks and felt a small leak escape as she jammed her hands against her crotch. Dancing and squeezing her thighs together, she caught up to Natsuki, who had made it to the door. The two entered the bathroom and Natsuki dashed for the nearest open stall, only to freeze in place and let out a gasp. Sayori heard the patter on the floor of the bathroom before she spotted the stream. Natsuki doubled over and clamped her thighs together, trying to stem the flow, but it seemed she had pushed herself past her limits. Pee streamed down Natsuki’s legs in rivulets, and she seemed to give up trying to stop it. Instead she spread her legs apart and let the flow stream down through her panties and between her legs. Unfortunately, it was too little too late, and Sayori could see some obvious wet patches on the skirt. Natsuki’s socks and shoes were also soaked in pee, and small streams still trickled down her thighs as she wet herself. Natsuki looked down with a frustrated expression on her face as she let herself pee, and it took forever for the flow to slow to a trickle before tapering off. By the time she was done, she frowned and stomped her foot in the puddle, clearly upset. “I can’t believe I wet myself,” Natsuki pouted, “I don’t even have a change of clothes to walk home in.” “I’m sorry, this is my fault,” Sayori replied, “Here.” Natsuki looked over just as Sayori herself began openly wetting herself, relaxing her muscles and letting the pee flow out of her. It soaked into her panties and shorts, streaming down her legs and soaking them before pooling on the floor. Sayori hadn’t just wet herself for Natsuki’s sake, she had really been at her limit, and watching Natsuki’s accident had pushed her over the edge. There was a chance she could’ve made it if she dove into the stall at the last second, but Sayori felt that, on top of everything, her making it when Natsuki didn’t would make things worse. So, she peed openly, trying not to let the relief and pleasure show on her face too much even as her legs shook from the blissful relief. She steadied herself against the wall with a hand as her pee continued streaming out of her like a waterfall, splashing onto the floor and making quite a mess. While Natsuki’s skirt was wet in places, Sayori’s shorts were utterly soaked, and there was no sign of the flow stopping. She had been holding it in for a while. Finally, she finished, with the flow tapering off after what felt like minutes standing there. However, as the feeling of relief faded, it was replaced by an awkward air. “S-sorry about all of this,” Sayori replied, awkwardly looking down to avoid Natsuki’s irritated gaze, “I definitely should’ve talked to you about things ahead of time, and I shouldn’t have tricked you into going on a walk.” “N-no, It’s my fault too,” Natsuki admitted bashfully, “I didn’t tell you I was holding it, and I could’ve gone before we left. I just… I’m still figuring all this stuff out.” “Yeah, I definitely get it,” Sayori nodded, “anyway, I’ll give you space to figure things out before we talk about this again.” “Thanks,” Natsuki nodded, “Now, I guess we gotta walk home like this, huh?” “Yeah,” Sayori nodded, “Though, we can take some side-paths. Hopefully not many people will be walking down those. Also you’re free to change at my house, if you want.” Natsuki nodded, “Yeah, this would be awkward to explain if my dad caught me like this.” The two began heading back, and Sayori felt a little better now that they had cleared things up, but there was still an awkwardness between them. Their conversation shifted back to stuff about the club, but it felt unnaturally sterile, like they were both trying to avoid making each other feel uncomfortable. By the time Natsuki left for the night, it still didn’t really feel like anything was resolved. Sayori felt really bad for putting Natsuki in the situation she did, and retroactively wished she had taken the time to talk to Natsuki before leaving the house. If she had, this whole incident could’ve been avoided. Worse still, even if Natsuki had been on the fence earlier, it’s possible her own actions had pushed Natsuki away from enjoying wetting in the future, which was the opposite of what Sayori wanted. Actually, what do I want? Even if Natsuki did have the same fetish as me, what do I want that to mean for us? Unable to come up with a satisfying answer to that, Sayori let out a sigh and got ready for bed, hoping that by tomorrow, everything would blow over. *** The next day was a club day, so Sayori found herself heading to the Literature club. She was still apprehensive of what happened with Natsuki the previous day, but she was feeling better and hoping the two of them could leave the awkward air behind them. She entered the classroom and the smell of freshly brewed tea hit her nose. Monika greeted her as usual with a cheery, “Hey, Sayori!” “Hey guys, what’s up?” Sayori asked, stepping into the room. Yuri motioned to her tea set over in the corner, “I made some tea, if you want some.” “Sure thing, thank you!” she took an eager sip and turned to Monika, “what’s on the agenda today?” “Oh, not much,” Monika smiled, though there was something a bit off about her tone, “Once Natsuki gets here, I’ll talk a bit about the upcoming festival so we can get some ideas and stuff, but other than that, we’re just doing what we always do.” “Sounds good,” Sayori nodded. She made her over to her usual spot and sat down, pulling out a notebook and staring at it idly. She sipped at her tea and looked around, unsure of what to do. Unlike Natsuki, who had her manga, or Yuri who always had a book in her hand, Sayori didn’t really have a go-to activity. Sometimes she’d write something, sometimes she’d read a book if she had one, and other times she’d just do what she could to help Monika. Today, however, she found her mind wandering, and she didn’t really have much inspiration for writing. Instead, she found herself looking over at Monika and Yuri. Monika was sitting on the desk, writing something in her own notebook, and occasionally sipping the tea Yuri made for them. Yuri, as usual, had her nose buried in her book, only taking her eyes off of it to reach for her own cup. She had no way of knowing it, but the two still felt exceptionally awkward after their own incident over the weekend. Monika didn’t really know what to say to Yuri to clear the air, and it was clear Yuri still felt awkward about the situation. Even worse, when words failed, Monika and Yuri would often resort to action. A comforting touch here, a warm hug there, and touches to convey their thoughts and desires. Yuri often found this easier than articulating her feelings vocally, and Monika was more than happy to respond in kind. However, they didn’t want to go around acting all intimate together at school, and they wouldn’t be able to clear anything up in front of Sayori anyway, so the two sat there in a stiff silence, punctuated only by the occasional sound of them sipping their tea. Sayori picked up on the uncomfortable atmosphere between them, but she didn’t know what to say. In the first place, she didn’t really know what was going on between them. Natsuki had hinted that she thought there was something going on there, but Sayori hadn’t seen it herself, and Monika and Yuri hadn’t told anyone about their relationship yet, so she had no way of knowing. So, she simply sat there too, tapping on her notebook with her pencil and leaving scattered dots. Finally, Natsuki entered, her cheery “Hey” breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Hey Natsuki! Welcome,” Monika greeted her, smiling. “Hey!” Sayori smiled, and Natsuki looked over, smiling at her with a slight blush. Clearly her mind was still on what happened yesterday, and while she wouldn’t let it show, Sayori could tell she still felt a little awkward too. “I made tea, if you want,” Yuri offered. Soon, Natsuki had her own cup of Yuri’s tea, and the four of them sat until Monika stood up and walked to the front and center of the room. “Alright, everyone!” Monika called out, sounding grateful that she could now get the meeting started properly, “Let’s talk about what we’re going to do for the festival coming up! We have plenty of time, but now that the funds for the club have been approved and we know how much we have to work with, we can come up with a plan early so we’re not rushing to get things done last-minute!” “We were already throwing around ideas for a poetry-reading event,” Natsuki recalled, “I like that idea, it would be simple to set up, and we’d just have to make sure to decorate.” “Yeah,” Sayori smiled, “You can make your cupcakes, and Yuri can make the tea!” “I’m fine with that,” Yuri agreed quietly, “Though, sharing a poem to all those people would be…” “It’ll be fine! And you don’t have to share if you don’t want to, Yuri,” Monika smiled, “Or I can read the poem for you.” “N-no, it’s fine, I’ll do it. I’m nervous, but excited,” Yuri admitted. Sayori was surprised, and looked over at the two. She was definitely catching on that there was something going on between them. The conversation continued as the girls worked out a bit more of the fine details, but they were pretty much all in agreement. As such, it didn’t take long for discussion of the festival event to be over, meaning they were back to free time. Natsuki headed to the back and grabbed a manga from her collection and sat down on the floor, polishing off the last of her tea and setting the cup down by the tea set. Yuri once again returned to her book, which she had made impressive progress in given its size. Sayori was hoping to help Monika with whatever presidential duties she might have had, but it seemed like today she didn’t have much to do, and was daydreaming while staring out the classroom window. That left Sayori sitting there, still awkwardly fiddling with her own empty cup as she stared at her blank notebook. She eventually grew bored, and although she knew she shouldn’t, she pulled out her phone and looked back on the images Natsuki had sent her. She lingered on the last one with Monika, but closed it before she grew too aroused.The last thing she needed was to make herself horny without being able to do anything about it in the middle of club. Suddenly, however, Sayori noticed a twinge in her bladder. She rubbed her abdomen and was surprised to feel a bit of a bulge there. She had gone to the restroom before her last class, and wasn’t expecting to fill up so fast. Not only that, but the urge had come on rather abruptly. She found herself shuffling her legs and glancing towards the door. As she did so, however, she noticed that she wasn’t the only one shuffling uncomfortably. Yuri had her legs crossed under the desk, and was shaking her leg restlessly, which was rather uncommon to see. Not only that, but her hand was fiddling with the edge of her skirt. Natsuki, as well, was shuffling around, her thighs squeezed together as she sat on the floor and read her manga. She was more confident now after having picked up on the telltale signs of Natsuki’s desperation yesterday that Natsuki was definitely feeling a similar effect. The last one to confirm was Monika, and while Sayori couldn’t see below her waist behind the desk, she was fiddling with her hair nervously and she looked pretty restless. Suddenly, Yuri stood up, and Sayori at first thought she was going to the restroom, but instead she headed over to her tea set. She picked up the container of leaves, and her eyes widened. She looked around and Sayori quickly turned her head away so Yuri didn’t catch her watching. Yuri cupped the container of tea in her hand and tried to return to her desk, but Natsuki stood up and quickly grabbed her wrist. “What’s with that tea? I’ve gotta pee like crazy!” Natsuki pointed out, as if Sayori needed more of a confirmation that she wasn’t the only one with a full bladder. “A-ah,” Yuri gasped, panicking as Natsuki pulled the tea from her hand and read the label. “This is a diuretic tea!” “I-it was an accident,” Yuri blushed, looking down, “I meant to grab the other one in my bag.” “Likely story,” Natsuki crossed her arms. “It’s true!” Yuri shot back. She grabbed her bag and held up another container of tea, with a very similar shape and color. The only difference was a small band around the lid that differentiated one from the other. “Okay, so you do have two teas. Still, how do we know you didn’t do this on purpose?” Natsuki asked. Yuri grabbed her arm awkwardly and tried to make herself as small as possible, something that was very difficult, especially considering Natsuki’s small stature. She was also shuffling around, with her hand still tugging at the hem of her skirt. Sayori felt bad that Natsuki was going hard on the accusations, but Yuri had been acting a bit suspicious. Actually, to her, the fact that she was carrying around a tea like that at all was suspicious. “H-hey, I’m sure it was an accident,” Monika chimed in, stepping over from the front desk to mediate. She had her thighs pressed together as she walked over, and even when she reached them, she couldn’t stand still, “Yuri wouldn’t have given that tea to you guys on purpose.” Natsuki crossed her arms suspiciously, still shuffling in place from her full bladder, “You make it sound like you knew about that tea. And what do you mean “you guys”? You drank the tea too. Unless you mean Yuri would give you the tea?” “Uh, I mean, that’s-” Monika sputtered and trailed off, not sure how to respond to that. Yuri flashed her a stern look and Monika mouthed her a quick “sorry”. “Anyway, why do you even have a diuretic tea on you?” Sayori asked, trying to keep her tone less accusatory and more curious than Natsuki was being. She crossed her legs, really feeling the effects of the tea. It was catching up on her fast. “Oh, well…” Yuri blushed bright red, “I…” “It was the slumber party, right?” Natsuki asked openly, “You took an interest in holding it after the slumber party.” Sayori didn’t think it was possible, but Yuri’s face turned 3 darker shades of red, and it looked like she wanted nothing more than to crawl in a hole somewhere and disappear. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as she rubbed her thigh, and looked down. “Oh, is that why you knew about the tea, Monika?” Sayori asked, “You have a similar interest, and you two have been exploring it together?” “W-well, it’s something like that,” Monika replied, “Though it was the sleepover that really got me interested in it too.” “Wow, I can’t believe we really all have the same fetish,” Sayori smiled, “That’s so cool!” “Don’t say it like that!” Yuri yelled, surprising Sayori. It was rare to hear the quiet girl raise her voice. But it was clear from her blush that she was more embarrassed than angry. “Hey, don’t be so embarrassed, it was the same for me,” Natsuki replied, “Well, I already had an interest in it before the slumber party, but after that was when I started experimenting around with… other things.” Monika picked up on the last part, and she was almost certain Natsuki was talking about her interest in messing, which she had experienced firsthand that one time in the club room, “You mean messing, right?” “Hey!” Natsuki crossed her arms, “It’s not like I’m the only one. I mean, you are too, right? And so is Sayori!” “H-hey!” Sayori blushed, “B-but yeah, I am. I’ve had the fetish for a while now. But for you guys, that sleepover really had a big effect on all of you, huh? I think it’s cool we’re all into the same thing! It’s so embarrassing to think about these things by yourself, but if you have someone to share them with, it feels a bit more normal!” Sayori wanted to smile for some reason. She had been the one to push for the holding contest they all had along with Natsuki, and she managed to spread the interest to both Monika and Yuri. “I guess it’s cool to have other people to share it with,” Natsuki nodded in agreement. “Maybe for you!” Yuri blurted out. Clearly, she didn’t feel the same way. After this, everyone fell silent, and the four were left squirming in place, waiting for the conversation to pick up again. Finally it did when Yuri spoke up again, voice barely a whisper. “A-anyway, I didn’t mean to give you guys the wrong tea. I’m sorry,” she apologized, clearly uncomfortable with the way the conversation had shifted, “Actually, I think I’m going to go home early.” Monika looked over, surprised, but Yuri had already grabbed her bag and rushed out the door. Uncharacteristically, she had left her tea set on the table instead of putting it away. Monika flashed an apologetic look to Sayori and Natsuki. “Hey, sorry, let’s call club here. I gotta get this cleaned up and put away, and I should go make sure Yuri’s okay.” “S-sorry if I was a bit harsh with her,” Natsuki apologized. “Also sorry if I pressed the fetish thing too hard,” Sayori added, “I was really excited to have other people to share things with. I didn’t mean for the conversation to make her uncomfortable.” “I’m sure she’ll be fine, she’s probably just embarrassed and overwhelmed,” Monika reassured them, “I’ll talk to her.” The two nodded and left the club, and suddenly all the excitement from the conversation was replaced with the sheer desperation. Whatever that tea was, it acted fast, and Natsuki and Sayori were both dancing in the middle of the hall. “Let’s go before we wet ourselves,” Natsuki urged. “Yes, let’s!” Sayori and Natsuki half-ran, half hobbled down the halls, grateful that the school was relatively empty at this point. Sayori held herself openly, squeezing her thighs together with each step. Natsuki was rubbing her swollen bladder as she rushed towards the restrooms, having to stop frequently to keep herself dry. The situation felt all too familiar, and images of yesterday’s awkward encounter flashed in Sayori’s mind. Still, this was totally different. She didn’t set this one up this time, and it didn’t seem like Natsuki was uncomfortable with at least talking about it. The two finally made it to the restrooms, only to find that all but one of the stalls was out of order. It was rare for that many toilets to be out of commission at once, but it now put them in a difficult situation. The two were both desperate, and with the amplified effects of the diuretic, Sayori wasn’t sure if either of them could hold it if they took turns. “H-hey,” Natsuki began, still dancing desperately in place, “I can’t hold it anymore, and it looks like neither can you. L-let’s share the stall.” Sayori’s heart skipped a beat, and she looked over at Natsuki. The idea certainly excited her, but after what happened last night, and given the conversation earlier, it was entirely possible that Natsuki was just pressured into the idea. “You can go first, if you want, I can wait,” Sayori replied, even though she wasn’t confident of that last part. “I’m seriously fine with it,” Natsuki reaffirmed. “Are you sure? I mean, are you sure you’re sure?” Sayori asked, “Like, have you decided whether it’s a fetish for you or not?” “No, I mean, I still don’t know,” Natsuki replied, “But we’re both bursting and there’s a stall right there, I’m fine with it this time!” Sayori was really tempted, but she was still hesitant after yesterday. She looked at the stall again and felt her bladder. She was bursting, but she could just barely make it as long as Natsuki didn’t take that long. “Listen, Natsuki, I don’t want you to do this unless you’re sure,” Sayori reaffirmed. “Listen, I’m telling you I’m fine with it!” Natsuki shot back, “I’m still figuring all this stuff out, and I don’t know where to stand with it yet, but I’d like to give this a try! Besides, we’re both bursting anyway.” “I can hold it, it’s fine!” Sayori replied, even as she felt her bladder screaming at her for relief. “Why are you being like this?” Natsuki asked, stomping her foot angrily, “Yesterday you didn’t even ask me before you whisked us off to a walk when we both had to pee, and now I’m telling you I’m fine sharing a stall and you don’t want to?” “No, Natsuki, it’s not-” Sayori dug around for the words, “I just don’t want to do anything with you until you’ve figured out how comfortable you are with all this stuff, just like we said yesterday.” “Are you sure that’s it? Or is it that I’m not Monika?” Natsuki asked. “W-what?” Sayori asked, totally puzzled, “What does Monika have to do with anything?” Natsuki grit her teeth, even as she doubled over and crossed her legs, “Oh, don’t play dumb with me! I saw you looking at your phone in the middle of club! And the time I caught you getting yourself off too! Both times you were looking at the photo I took of me and Monika’s accident!” “O-oh,” Sayori did realize that she had a tendency to prefer that photo over the others, if only because it featured two of her friends shittting themselves instead of just Natsuki, “Listen, Natsuki-” “No, no, it’s fine! You two are clearly more comfortable talking about it anyway!” Natsuki turned around and began hobbling towards the door. “Natsuki, I don’t have a thing for Monika!” But it was too late. Natsuki had stormed out, leaving Sayori standing there in the restroom, bursting in front of the one open stall. She reached out and thought about going after her, but she was at her limit, and she leaked into her panties. In a mad dash, Sayori rushed over to the open stall and slammed the door closed, not even able to pull her panties down before she burst. She peed full force into the toilet, her panties barely serving as a damper as her stream splashed and rang against the side of the bowl. Her panties were quickly saturated entirely as she peed through them, and she felt rivulets of pee streaming down her ass before dripping into the toilet below. She threw her head back and let out a relieved sigh. She would have to ask Yuri about that tea later, it was incredibly potent. In the meantime, Natsuki had managed to get a few steps down the hall before a strong spasm told her she wouldn’t make it to the school’s other restrooms before she burst. Reluctantly, she turned around and hobbled back towards the bathroom. Sayori sat on the toilet, soaking in the sheer relief of peeing, even as her bladder slowly began to deflate. After what felt like minutes, Sayori felt her stream taper off. She let out a relieved sigh and got to work cleaning herself up as best as she could, though considering she had totally soaked her panties, that didn’t do much. As she left the stall, she saw Natsuki hobble her way back into the restroom, and their eyes met. “Natsuki, I-” “Move, I’m gonna piss myself,” Natsuki replied curtly, and Sayori didn’t say anything else. Natsuki rushed past Sayori, her hands pressed against her crotch desperately, and made her way into the stall. She tore down her panties and planted herself firmly onto the toilet before throwing her head back and letting out the flood. After what happened yesterday, Natsuki was sure she was about to piss herself, but luckily she made it. Her relief shot through her and sent shivers up her spine. Her spray rang loudly against the toilet bowl, like she had been holding it back all day. Outside the stall, Sayori finished washing her hands and turned around. She was tempted to stay and listen to the intense sound of Natsuki peeing and imagine her expression of blissful relief, but she would feel guilty about listening in like a voyeur, especially after rejecting Natsuki’s proposal to share a stall. Sayori didn’t know what to think of all this. She thought she was avoiding the mistake she made yesterday, but she managed to make things worse between her and Natsuki, and worse still, now Natsuki thought she might have a thing for Monika. With a heavy heart, Sayori left the restroom, and Natsuki to her relief. Back in the stall, Natsuki finished peeing, her stream trailing off as she sat there, mind blank in the haze of her relief. She slowly cleaned herself up and placed a hand on her deflated bladder. She couldn’t deny the blissful relief was almost orgasmic. However, she still didn’t know where she sat with everything. Was this a fetish for her? Why had seeing Sayori looking over at the pictures of Monika filled her with jealousy? Was it because she wanted Sayori to look at only her like that? Not only that, but when she had offered, Sayori was the one who rejected her. Natsuki let out a sigh. Between yesterday with her wetting herself, and today, she felt awkward and confused, and she knew she needed to sort things out. *** Monika finished cleaning up Yuri’s tea set and stowed it away in the classroom’s backroom where it was normally kept. She then grabbed her own bag, ignoring the spasm from her bladder as she rushed out the door to try to catch up to Yuri. She bounded down the halls until she reached the restroom and poked her head in, figuring that Yuri would want to relieve herself before heading home. However, upon poking her head in, she only saw Natsuki, washing her hands, with one open stall. “Did you see Yuri, by any chance?” Monika asked. “Huh?” Natsuki looked over, surprised. Monika must’ve caught her deep in thought, “Oh, no, I don’t think she came this way.” “Alright, thanks,” Monika smiled, “See you tomorrow!” Monika turned around and gave one last passing glance to the open stall. It was tempting to her full bladder, but she wanted to find Yuri first. She squeezed her thighs together and turned around, darting down the halls towards the front of the school. As she ran, she felt the shockwaves go straight through her and only heighten her desperation, but she didn’t have time to stop. By the time Monika reached the front entrance, she felt like she was ready to leak, but she found Yuri standing there, shuffling restlessly at the footlockers as she tried to change her shoes. Despite her clear desperation, it seemed she had no intentions of relieving herself before leaving. “Hey, Yuri,” Monika called out as she caught up to her. Yuri yelped and looked over at Monika like she had been caught stealing, “O-oh, hey.” It was an awkward exchange, definitely not helped by the last incident. Monika had been hoping that it would clear up in time, but it seemed the conversation at the clubroom had only made things worse. “S-sorry about that, I didn’t mean for the conversation to get out of hand,” Monika apologized, scratching the back of her head, “You alright? I would’ve checked up on you sooner, but I needed to put away your tea set and everything.” “Thank you,” Yuri nodded, “Yes, I’m fine. I just got a bit overwhelmed, and I was embarrassed about mixing up the teas.” “Hey, it wasn’t your fault,” Monika hugged Yuri, both of them squirming thanks to their full bladders, “In fact, if it had been just us, I think I would’ve found it more funny than anything.” “Y-yeah,” Yuri nodded, “Um… Monika?” Yuri looked up, as though she were about to say something, but she closed her mouth and visibly contemplated what she was going to say. Finally, she was interrupted by her own body, letting out a light moan as she jammed a hand between her legs. “Ah, we should both head to the restroom before heading home, unless you wanted to hold it?” “I… I don’t think I can,” Yuri admitted. She put her outdoor shoes back quickly and the two shuffled down the halls, fighting their full bladders as they made their way to the nearest restroom. It was a different restroom from the one closest to the club room, so when they got there, they didn’t have to worry about the out-of-order toilets. There were plenty of stalls available. Yuri made her way over to one of the stalls before pausing, turning around and looking at Monika. “Did you want to… do anything?” Monika was surprised that Yuri had been the one to suggest it, but she smiled and walked over to Yuri, embracing her even as she felt the pressure in her own bladder building. “It would be a shame to waste this opportunity, since we’re both desperate.” The two slipped into the stall and immediately began kissing, but something was clearly off. Yuri was stiff underneath Monika’s touch, and Monika’s mind was elsewhere. Once tender caresses and soft kisses felt stiff, hot and uncomfortable. Monika was suddenly hit with a wave of desperation and the usual arousal she felt by a full bladder, especially knowing Yuri was struggling to hold on as well, was instead replaced by annoyance. Yuri, likewise, could find no pleasure in the intense desperation, and eventually the two broke off naturally. “A-actually, I kind of just want to pee,” Monika admitted. Yuri nodded in agreement, “Yeah, s-sorry. I thought we could get into the mood but…” “That conversation from earlier,” Monika finished. She purposefully didn’t mention the incident over the weekend. Yuri nodded, and Monika slipped out, hurrying over to her own stall as she let Yuri keep the one they were in. She closed the door and almost leaked upon seeing the toilet. She tore off her panties and sat down, letting the flood go. The normal blissful relief that came with finally letting go after holding it for so long was overshadowed by the discomfort of what just happened. She hunched over as she continued to pee full-force into the toilet and buried her head in her arms. Likewise, in the stall next to her, Yuri spent no time slipping off her panties and peeing. She felt frustrated. There were so many thoughts buzzing around in her head from the earlier conversation. Maybe that was the source of discomfort she couldn’t let go of when trying to get into the mood with Monika, or maybe it was the other night, or something else. She couldn’t put her finger on it. Earlier, when she had tried to ask Monika something, she had fallen silent because she didn’t really know what to ask. The two sat finished up peeing and exited the stalls. They didn’t say anything as they washed their hands and left the bathroom together, both deep in thought about what was going on between them. Finally, Monika spoke up, “Hey, Yuri, sorry about today.” “No, it’s fine,” Yuri smiled, though there was an emptiness to her words, “None of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t mixed up the teas.” “It’s okay,” Monika spoke up, “I’m the one who bought you that tea in the first place. Obviously it was supposed to be just for us, but if you hadn’t been carrying it around, this never would’ve happened.” The two made it to the shoe lockers, and this time, without full bladders to contend with, they slipped on their shoes quickly and headed for the entrance. They walked silently until they reached the school gates. “I’ve gotta go run some errands, so I’m headed this way today, unless you wanted me to walk you home?” Monika asked. Yuri shook head, “I’m fine.” “I’ll text you later, then!” Monika smiled. Yuri nodded, hugging Monika goodbye before turning around, “Later, then.” As she walked off, Monika watched her, with a heavy feeling in her heart. What was going to happen to their relationship? If they weren’t able to get rid of this awkward feeling, would that be it? Pushing that uncomfortable thought out of the way, Monika turned around and walked off herself, trying to ignore the knot in her stomach. --- It had been a few days since the disastrous meeting, and the literature club hadn’t met up since. It wasn’t a decision they had all agreed upon. Rather, the girls had just all made various excuses to get out of it. For her part, Natsuki was still trying to work things out in her head. While at this point she was pretty sure her interest in omorashi and messing was a fetish, she had no idea where she stood with Sayori, and she was trying to sort everything out before she talked to her again. Still, despite her best attempts to avoid club, she had left a manga in the back room that she really wanted to read, and so she found herself headed to the club room to pick it up. In the event that she ran into anyone, she had an excuse prepared to slip out of it, but she was hoping to get in and out unnoticed. She stopped just outside the door and waited, trying to hear if anyone was in there already. Though she supposed if it was Yuri, she wouldn’t be able to tell anyway. She let out a sigh and headed in, and was glad to see the door was empty. She slunk to the back room, as though being quiet would prevent anyone from showing up, and quickly grabbed her manga. As she turned around, however, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Monika standing there. “Hey, Natsuki!” “M-Monika!” Natsuki’s eyes widened, “A-are you here for club?” A dumb question, especially considering Monika was the president, but surprisingly, Monika shook her head. “No. Sayori can’t make it and Yuri was busy, so no club today too, I guess,” Monika shrugged, “I’m just here to drop off some supplies so when we do meet up again, we can get to work on stuff for the festival.” “Oh, bad luck,” Natsuki frowned. “I’m free, though,if you wanted to stick around,” Monika replied “Actually, I could use some company, but if you’re busy, then that’s fine too.” Natsuki paused. On the one hand, with the club canceled and no chance of Sayori showing up, she didn’t have to worry about that issue, and she hadn’t really gotten a chance to talk to or hang out with Monika since they both shit themselves in this very room. There was no reason for her to not stick around and chat. On the other hand, she was feeling some mixed things towards Monika at the moment. She knew it was irrational, but ever since the club conversation the other day, she realized that Monika and Sayori were more compatible with their interests than she was to Sayori. That was why she had called out Sayori for constantly looking at the photo of her and Monika, and why she had felt so jealous.It was dumb, because logically she shouldn’t even feel jealous. She didn’t even know how she herself felt about Sayori, or what she wanted them to be. “I’m free,” Natsuki ultimately decided, discarding her prepared excuse. “Great!” Monika sat down at a desk and Natsuki pulled up a chair so they were facing each other. “So, what did you want to talk about?” “W-well,” Monika scratched the back of her head, “It’s complicated, and personal… I guess I’ve been having some trouble lately with things.” “Ah,” Natsuki nodded, “Is this about Yuri?” “Yes, I mean, no,” Monika looked up, blushing, “I mean, what? Why would it be about Yuri?” “Because you two clearly have something going on between you two,” Natsuki pointed out, “You’re dating, aren’t you?” Monika let out a sigh and scratched the back of her head awkwardly, “You figured it out, huh? Was it that obvious?” “Well, I knew something was going on between you too. I wasn’t sure what,” Natsuki replied, “I figured it was more of a looser thing than a full-blown relationship, though. Congrats!” “Well, actually, we’ve been having some problems,” Monika confided, “Or at the very least, things have been kind of awkward between us lately.” “Awkward?” Natsuki echoed, “In what way?” “Well, I mean, I guess it was kind of my fault, in a way. We were holding it together, but then Yuri needed to poop, and well, I’m kind of also into that, so I suggested that we continue, but she didn’t want to. Which is totally fine! But then I guess things got awkward, and the discussion at club last time didn’t really help, and I’m worried that maybe our relationship was just built off of our shared fetish, or if I’m getting bored of us just holding it, or… I don’t know.” Natsuki frowned, if Monika and Yuri were having compatibility issues already, then maybe that was a sign that she shouldn’t pursue anything with Sayori until they were on the same page. Or maybe they’d never be on the same page. Actually, given that Monika and Sayori’s interests were already closer than her’s or Yuri’s, if Monika broke up with Yuri, then maybe they’d be more compatible? Natsuki shook the idea from her head. She didn’t like that idea. That feeling of jealousy flared up, and she turned to Monika. “Well, I think you should try to resolve things with Yuri,” Natsuki replied, “I mean, I’m sure everything will work itself out.” “I’m hoping that too,” Monika replied, “But what if it doesn’t? Also it’s no use trying to force a relationship if things are just going to be awkward.” “Well, do you like Yuri?” Natsuki asked bluntly. “Y-yes,” Monika nodded, caught off-guard by Natsuki’s sudden aggression. “Then that settles it, I’d talk to her,” Natsuki concluded. “It’s not that simple, though,” Monika replied meekly, “I mean-” “Why not? You’re not going to get anywhere if you just wait and hope for things to resolve themselves!” “I want to figure things out myself first,” Monika answered, “I do like Yuri, but I don’t know if I love her, or if I just love the idea of being with her and exploring our fetish together.” “Well, maybe you should’ve figured that out before you even started dating,” Natsuki pointed out, crossing her arms. “I-” Monika didn’t know what to say to that. “I mean, think about how Yuri would feel, too! This isn’t just about you!” Natsuki continued, raising her voice, “Considering how strongly she felt about the manga I was reading at the sleepover, I can only assume this is all new to her. Don’t do anything reckless that might push her away from it or hurt her just because you wanted someone to explore the fetish with!” Natsuki got heated, and she wasn’t entirely sure if she was still speaking about Yuri. She took a deep breath and realized the troubled expression on Monika’s face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be too accusatory,” Natsuki frowned, “I just don’t want anyone getting hurt.” “Y-yeah, no worries, I understand,” Monika nodded. The two fell into an awkward silence, and Natsuki let out a sigh, “Actually, I have some stuff to do, so I should probably get going.” “Y-yeah, me too,” Monika nodded. Natsuki rushed out of the room and frowned. That conversation couldn’t have gone much worse. Part of her anger had been genuine, she would really feel bad if Monika and Yuri broke things off, but part of her only wanted them to work through things because it meant she could keep her jealousy at bay. Of course, just like Monika, she was being a hypocrite, since she didn’t even know what she wanted between her and Sayori. --- On the same day, Yuri found herself walking down the street aimlessly. She had told Monika she had been busy, but she really only needed to pick up a few things from the store, something she could’ve easily done after club as well. As such, she was already finished with her errands, but she would feel bad heading home now. Instead, she decided to take a walk to clear her mind, and it just so happened that she found herself headed in the direction of the cafe. Deciding that she could use a treat for herself with everything that’s been going on, she entered and the door chimed as she walked in. “Yuri, is that you?” a familiar voice called out. Yuri looked up, somewhat startled, and looked over until she saw Sayori, sitting at one of the cafe tables with a half eaten cake and some kind of sweet coffee drink in front of her. Realizing it had been a while since she had gotten to talk to just Sayori, Yuri walked over and sat down. “Fancy seeing you here,” Sayori smiled, “Skipping out on club too?” “A-ah, yeah,” Yuri held up her bags from the store, “I had some errands to run.” “Errands, huh?” Sayori smiled, “Are you sure you’re not just avoiding someone?” Yuri looked down, rubbing her arm awkwardly, and Sayori flashed her an apologetic look. “Sorry, I was just joking. Well, half-joking.” Yuri was going to ask what she meant by that, but she was interrupted by a waitress at the cafe coming over and asking Yuri what she wanted. Yuri ordered a simple tea and a slice of shortcake, and the waitress went off to fill her order, leaving them both in silence. “So,” Sayori finally broke the silence, “How have things been with you lately?” “Okay, I guess,” Yuri lied, looking to the side awkwardly, “And you?” “Ah, well,” Sayori paused, as if considering whether or not to talk about everything, “I’m not really sure. Things have been kind of awkward between me and Natsuki, lately.” Yuri nodded, relating to that. Things between her and Monika still hadn’t cleared themselves up, after all. “Ah, so when you were half-joking about me avoiding someone, you meant that you were doing the same.” Sayori scratched the back of her head, “Guilty as charged. It’s just, things have been really weird. I mean, we’ve kind of been… exploring our interests together.” Sayori paused, as if gauging if Yuri would be comfortable with the conversation. Yuri was about to tell Sayori it was fine, but the waitress came back with her tea and cake, and Yuri waited for her to step out of earshot before nodding for Sayori to continue. “Well, we’ve been doing things together, and I guess I just always assumed it was a… well, fetish for her as well. But I don’t think it was really sexual to her, or at least I don’t really think she realized it could be,” Sayori continued, being sure to keep her voice down for fear of others overhearing. “Ah, yeah,” Yuri nodded. Yuri was like that too, at first. Not that she would admit the struggles she had opening up to the idea of having a fetish like this. “Well, I guess, I kind of introduced that side of it to her, but things are just kind of awkward now. Like, I don’t really know how she feels about it all, and I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but I also don’t know what she wants out of it, or what we want, really.” “Yeah,” Yuri repeated. This situation was starting to sound like her own situation. She was worried that Monika wanted more, and wasn’t sure how comfortable she’d be exploring more of the fetish than she was already used to. Not only that, but it wasn’t lost on her how the others pretty much all had an interest in messing, leaving her as the odd one out. She didn’t want Monika getting bored with her. It already felt like her and Monika were growing more distant, and she was starting to second-guess their relationship. Had Monika just suggested a relationship because they had a shared fetish? Was there nothing more there? There was a pang of sadness when she thought about them breaking it off, but she knew if they had to force things to stay together, it wouldn’t feel any better. Yuri picked at her cake slowly, not really sure what to say to Sayori. For her part, Sayori seemed to realize she was just venting, and trailed off on her own. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to dump this all on you,” Sayori apologized. “It’s fine,” Yuri nodded, “I’m sorry I don’t have anything to add. I’m not really good with this myself.” “No, it’s fine,” Sayori waved off Yuri’s concern. Yuri thought back to Monika’s first request that set all this off, and remembered that Sayori had said she was into messing. She looked around the cafe nervously and lowered her voice even more. “Hey, mind if I ask something,” Yuri paused, fiddling with her fingers nervously, “W-what do you like about messing?” “Oh, are you curious?” Sayori grinned, eyes lighting up. “N-no!” Yuri blurted out in a harsh whisper, blushing hard, “I-I mean, it just seems like it wouldn’t be appealing.” “I get that,” Sayori nodded, “I guess it’s generally considered a bit ‘grosser’ than wetting, but I think it’s about that same sense of build-up and relief. Plus I think it can feel really good once you get used to it. It also doesn’t run down your legs and go everywhere like pee.” “I-I see,” Yuri nodded. “Here! I can show you a few photos of me,” Sayori replied, pulling out her phone. “T-that’s not-” Yuri began. Sayori had already whipped the phone around, however, and had opened up a photo of her panties, recently soiled. Yuri blushed and looked away, but part of her was curious and she glanced back towards the phone. “I have a better one too,” Sayori swiped to go to the next photo, but instead of her, it was one of the photos of Monika that Natsuki had sent her. “T-that’s-!” Sayori, realizing her mistake, gasped, “W-wait, that wasn’t the one I meant! Monika doesn’t even know I have that, so I was going to get around to deleting it, but…” Yuri let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. For the briefest of moments, she was worried Monika had sent that to Sayori herself, but apparently it was an opportunistic photo of some other occasion. The two sat in an uncomfortable silence, the sound of the cafe’s doorbell chiming and the clinking of forks and glasses and faint music practically being drowned out by the thick atmosphere. Finally, Sayori broke the silence, “Oh, by the way, about the festival…” Grateful for the shift in conversation, Yuri nodded as Sayori talked about her ideas for her festival poem, and some ideas she had for decorations. Yuri added her own input where possible and soon, both of their cakes and drinks were long gone. By the time the two were ready to leave, Yuri was grateful for taking her mind off of her troubles with Monika, at least once the conversation shifted. Yet neither of them really felt like the situation had been resolved. Yuri found herself heading home, her head not any clearer as she thought about Monika. --- The next day, Natsuki found herself heading back to her classroom after grabbing some lunch. Naturally, she was still deep in thought about everything that had been going on, and in her absentmindedness, she nearly barreled into at least three other students on her way. She turned the corner and suddenly saw Sayori heading down, looking around as though she was looking for something. Or someone. Natsuki realized, and immediately turned the corner. But Sayori was headed her way anyway. I’m still thinking through everything, I just want to eat lunch in peace! Thinking fast, Natsuki dipped into a disused stairwell and closed the door behind her, hiding and hoping Sayori would just pass on by and give up. After a few tense minutes, Natsuki was confident Sayori was gone, so she let out a sigh and relaxed. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar face. Yuri was sitting there, staring at her blankly with a puzzled expression. A half-eaten rice ball sat in her hands, halfway between her lap and her mouth. “A-ah, Yuri! I didn’t see you there!” Natsuki smiled awkwardly, laughing. “What are you doing?” “Oh, uh,” Natsuki turned to look back at the door, “I was just… trying to find some quiet place to eat!” Yuri’s expression clearly conveyed to Natsuki that she didn’t buy it, and Natsuki let out a defeated sigh. “Alright, you caught me. I was hiding from Sayori.” “Oh,” Yuri spoke, lowering the rice ball from her lips and furrowing her brow as though she were considering something. After a short pause, she added, “Actually, I talked to her yesterday, and she told me a bit about what was going on.” “Oh,” Natsuki blushed. “A-actually, to tell you the truth, I’ve been dealing with something similar, in terms of Monika,” Yuri admitted. “Yeah, actually, Monika told me a bit about that too,” Natsuki replied, “Uh, nothing too personal, though!” “Ah,” Yuri nodded, “Did she tell you we’re…” “Dating? Yeah,” Natsuki admitted, “Though to be fair, it was pretty obvious there was something going on with you two.” Yuri blushed, “We… we were going to tell you both… at some point.” “It’s fine, I get wanting to take your time with stuff like that,” Natsuki nodded. “Y-yeah,” Yuri nodded. Natsuki finally found herself heading over next to Yuri, and she sat down to eat her lunch. The two sat there in silence for a moment, the only sounds in the stairwell being the muffled discussions of students in the halls and the sounds of their own munching. Finally, however, Natsuki spoke up again. “Hey, so,” Natsuki started, as though searching for the words, “I know you two are going through a bit of a rough patch right now, so this might not be the best time to ask, but what’s it like dating Monika?” “O-oh,” Yuri looked over, “W-well, in some ways, it’s not much different than when we were friends, but in other ways, it’s a lot more different at the same time.” “What do you mean?” Natsuki asked. “Well, obviously there’s the intimacy,” Yuri blushed and paused for a moment before continuing, “A-and things like hugs take on a different meaning, so they feel more intense. Warmer and more meaningful. But then it doesn’t feel like other things are all that different. We still talk a lot and hang out like we used to. I guess we do it more often now, of course, but it’s not much different than before we got together.” “I see, I guess that kinda makes sense,” Natsuki nodded. “Why do you ask?” “Oh, uh,” Natsuki blushed and look down at her lunch, “W-well, I just… I’ve been really confused and conflicted about a lot of things.” “About Sayori?” Yuri hit the nail on the head. “Y-yeah,” Natsuki admitted, “I’ve been processing everything and while I’ve had this interest in omo stuff for a while, I never really thought about it in a sexual light before. And then I started experimenting around with it more with Sayori, but I still never realized it was a sexual thing for her, and when I found out I got kind of overwhelmed. And now I’m sitting here pretty confident it’s a sexual thing for me too, but I have no idea what I want out of it. Or what I want from Sayori. And then I’m getting stupid jealous over Monika because she and Sayori have similar interests, even though I know that Monika and you are dating and Sayori said herself that she doesn’t have a thing for her. But I guess in the end I’m just insecure about everything because I don’t really know where I stand or what I want out of everything.” Natsuki finished up and the two sat in silence for a tense moment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to unload all of that,” Natsuki apologized finally. “No, it’s fine,” Yuri shook her head, “I understand. To be honest, I’ve been going through similar doubts and insecurities. I know Monika has an interest in messing, and I feel nervous about experimenting with it. Sometimes I worry that if I try it and dislike it, then Monika won’t be satisfied with me anymore, especially when both you and Sayori share a similar interest. I feel like the odd one out here.” “Well, the way I see it, if it’s just a matter of what you’re into, then that’s just a sexual thing, and not really a relationship, right?” Natsuki asked. “Y-yeah, and I guess I’m also worried about that too,” Yuri admitted, “We got together because Monika helped me explore my fetish, so sometimes I worry that’s the only reason we’re dating.” “Well, honestly, I’d just talk to her openly about that,” Natsuki admitted, “I mean, whatever decision you both come to, it’s best to talk it through first, right?” “Well, it’s not like you and Sayori are talking things through either,” Yuri replied, “You literally came in here to hide from her.” Natsuki let out a sigh and nodded, “I guess you’re right.” The two fell quiet and turned back to their food, and soon they had both finished up. Lunch time was winding down, and soon they’d need to get to class. Yuri began packing away her stuff as Natsuki started gathering her trash to throw it away, and just as the two stood up, Natsuki broke the silence. “Listen, I’m sure both you and Monika care about each other, beyond just the fetish stuff,” Natsuki stated, “Even before you got together, Monika just understood you the most. I know you and I butt heads a lot, and Sayori means well, but Monika’s always been the most observant and understanding. That’s what I think, anyway.” “I…” Yuri struggled for words, before finally nodding and saying, “T-thanks, I’ll talk to her.” “And I’ll talk to Sayori in return, I promise,” Natsuki added, “Even if I haven’t figured everything out, there’s no reason I can’t talk things through with her.” “I think that’s for the best,” Yuri nodded. The two parted ways, returning to their next class, and Natsuki found herself almost bouncing as she headed down the halls. It felt like a weight had been lifted from her. Likewise, Yuri was feeling much better, and even as she headed to her next class, she was equal parts anxious and excited to finally talk things through with Monika. --- Later that day, after school Sayori bounded into the club room, only for her face to fall when she only spotted Monika seated at the desk. “Oh, hey Monika,” Sayori looked around, “Do you know if Natsuki’s coming?” “Hey Sayori!” Monika smiled back, “I’m not sure. Usually everyone texts me if they’re not gonna be able to make it, but so far I haven’t heard anything. I saw her earlier today, so hopefully she’ll be here.” “I hope so!” Sayori sighed, “Honestly, I think she’s been avoiding me.” “Is something going on with you two?” Monika asked. “Well,” Sayori paused, as if considering whether to share or not, “It’s complicated. Me and Natsuki started experimenting around with the omo stuff, right? But I don’t think she realized it was a fetish at first. So, when I finally… told her, I think it made things awkward between us. At first I didn’t give her enough space to think things through, but then later I think I tried to give her too much space, and I just don’t know where she stands with all of this, so I wanted to talk things through with her, but I haven’t been able to find her.” “Oh,” Monika nodded. She had no idea that Natsuki and Sayori were going through something like that either, but Sayori’s position sounded a lot similar to hers, “To be honest, that sounds a bit like what I’m going through.” “Oh?” Sayori asked. “Well, things have been awkward between me and Yuri,” Monika admitted, “It’s kind of my fault too, because I was hoping we could experiment more with messing, but I don’t know if Yuri’s all that receptive to it. And I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but ever since the conversation at club the other day, I’ve had a lot on my mind, and I want to make sure I’m not just dating her because of our shared fetish, and that we’re on the same page about what we want.” “Wait, you’re dating Yuri?” Sayori asked. “O-oh,” Monika blushed, “Well, that cat’s out of the bag, huh?” “I knew something was going on with you two, but I wasn’t sure what. I thought it might’ve been a more casual thing, like what me and Natsuki had going on,” Sayori began. “Are you sure it’s a casual thing?” Monika asked, recalling how heated Natsuki had gotten yesterday. She hadn’t known anything was going on between them, but in retrospect, Natsuki’s sudden anger made a lot more sense. “Yes, I mean no, I mean,” Sayori paused to gather her thoughts, “I don’t know what’s going on between us. That’s why I want to talk to her.” Monika sighed, “Yeah. Honestly, we both have a lot of stuff to talk about with them, huh?” “I think Yuri will be understanding,” Sayori agreed, “And I’m sure Natsuki will be receptive too. I just wish she’d get here by now.” Suddenly, as if on cue, the door to the room slid open, and both Natsuki and Yuri were standing in it. The two looked nervous, and they met the gaze of Sayori and Monika respectively. “H-hey,” everyone said awkwardly. “Listen, I know it’s club and all,” Natsuki began. “I think everyone has some talking to do,” Monika cut her off, “Let’s postpone the meeting for now.” Everyone nodded. Monika and Yuri stayed in the club room, and Sayori and Natsuki took the halls. “Hey, sorry for the other day,” Sayori began. “No, it’s my fault. I ran off without really giving you a chance to say anything,” Natsuki replied. “No, I should’ve listened to you too, and I should’ve waited to try anything until you knew how you felt about the omo stuff,” Sayori admitted. “It’s fine, I forgive you,” Natsuki replied, “I’m sorry I haven’t really been clear about things up until now, and kind of jumped to my own conclusions without talking to you about everything.” Sayori nodded, and Natsuki took a deep breath. “Listen, I still don’t really know about everything,” Natsuki admitted, “I’m pretty sure I have a fetish for omo and messing, but I don’t know where the boundaries are, I don’t know what I’m comfortable with, and I don’t really know what I want out of all of this. Like, between us.” “Yeah. I know Monika and Yuri are dating, but I’m not really sure if that’s what I want between us or not.” “Yeah,” Natsuki agreed, “But I do know I want something. I want to do things with you. Just you, and experiment. I just want us to be open about it.” Sayori nodded, “Yeah, I won’t try to get you into an omo situation without us talking things through first. And I’ll be honest about what I want to try, but I’ll understand if you’re not ready for anything.” “We can figure out things along the way, together,” Natsuki concluded. “Yeah!” Sayori smiled, “I like that idea!” Meanwhile, back in the classroom, Yuri and Monika were sitting across from each other around one of the desks. The two sat in awkward silence, before finally Monika spoke up first. “Yuri, I…” she stopped, the words getting caught in her throat, “I’ve thought about a lot of things, and I want to stay together with you.” Yuri looked down, rubbing her arms, “Are… are you sure?” “Yes,” Monika said with conviction, “I don’t want our relationship to just be because of our fetish. And I know I made things awkward by asking you to indulge in my interest in messing when you’re not comfortable with it. I don’t want that to get in the way of us being together.” “I…” Yuri blushed. “I don’t want to stop doing omo-related things with you, of course,” Monika replied, “But I want to make an effort to show you that you mean more to me than that. And I’m sorry for not coming to talk to you sooner. I bet you were really worried about all this, huh? I’m sorry I fed into your insecurities with my silence.” “Yeah…” Yuri smiled, and it felt like all her worries melted away. It was exactly like Natsuki said. Monika really did understand her. Without saying anything, Monika had picked up on exactly what she had been worried about, and had come and apologized. “Anyway I-” Yuri stood up and rushed around the desk before quickly pulling Monika into a tight hug. Unlike last time, there was no stiffness, or awkwardness between them. Just warmth. “Sorry I wasn’t able to come to you earlier and say anything,” Yuri apologized. “It’s fine,” Monika hugged her back. “Listen, I… I am willing to try things,” Yuri admitted, “I was just… afraid of not liking them, and what that might mean for us.” “I’m not going to break up with you just because you aren’t into the messing thing, so don’t worry about that,” Monika spoke softly. Yuri nodded and clung to Monika tightly, and the two sat like that for a while. In fact, it wasn’t until Sayori and Natsuki, who had been patiently waiting outside the classroom, finally checked up on them, that they realized they had been keeping the other too waiting. “So, I take it you two didn’t break up, huh?” Sayori smiled as she entered the room, seeing the two of them locked in their embrace. Yuri blushed, and Monika laughed and scratched the back of her head, “We worked everything out. It seems like you did too, I’m guessing?” “Yeah,” Natsuki nodded, “Unlike you two lovebirds, we’re gonna play things by ear.” “Don’t tease them!” Sayori frowned, giving Natsuki a gentle elbow, “Congrats, you two~” “Oh yeah, I guess we never officially announced it, though I’m sure you both already know,” Monika laughed, “We’re dating.” It was such an open secret at that point that the four just smiled and laughed at the announcement, and then Monika clapped her hands as she normally did. “Well then, everyone, we’ve all kind of been slacking on club, so today we should get a jump on getting stuff together for the festival!” --- After club ended, the four were in high spirits, so they all decided to head out to the cafe to celebrate. The atmosphere was a lot lighter now that things had been resolved, and they had barely held club since the awkward incident with Yuri’s tea, so they wanted to take the opportunity to hang out all as a group. Monika led the way as they headed down the street, stopping once they reached the door looking into the cozy, pink atmosphere. They entered and took a booth in the corner to accommodate all of them. Once they settled in and placed their orders, Sayori turned to Monika and Yuri, “I still can’t believe you two are dating!” “Oh come on, it was pretty obvious,” Natsuki sighed. “It wasn’t that obvious, was it?” Yuri blushed. “I thought we were being pretty subtle,” Monika placed a finger on her lip, “I wonder if anyone else knows?” Yuri blushed even harder, “I… I hope it isn’t too obvious. I mean, you’re both close with us, so you’d notice, but…” “Hey, no worries, I think it’s cute,” Natsuki smiled. The four continued chatting pleasantly until their drinks arrived, and not long after each of them was steadily sipping on tea or coffee and snacking on ornately decorated slices of cake. As she sipped, Monika noticed a bit of a twinge in her bladder. She hadn’t done it consciously, but pretty much on habit, she had been putting off going for some time before club, and none of them had gone afterwards. “So,” Sayori leaned in and lowered her voice, “What do you two get up to?” “Sayori!” Natsuki looked over, alarmed, “You can’t just ask something like that!” “N-no, I just meant like, fetish-wise!” “T-that’s not much better,” Monika pointed out. She looked over at Yuri, expecting to see her lowering her head, but while she was still blushing, she didn’t seem as embarrassed as Monika expected. She also noticed Yuri acting a little restlessly, like she had to pee. She had become good at picking up on the telltale signs, with her hunched over more than normal, and shuffling her legs restlessly. “I-it’s fine,” Yuri nodded, “We mostly just… hold it with each other, and stuff.” “Ah, that makes sense,” Sayori nodded. “You have it easy. Sayori prefers dragging me into contests.” Monika glanced over and noticed that Natsuki was also sitting a little more stiffly, and shuffling slightly. Considering they all shared similar fetishes, Monika wouldn’t be surprised if they all had to go at this point. “H-hey,” Sayori pouted, “You got really into it, if I remember.” “Contests?” Monika asked, “Like what we did at the slumber party?” “Well, sometimes, but last time it was who could shit themselves the riskiest situation,” Natsuki answered, “I won by, er- well, I won.” Natsuki had glanced up at Monika before averting her gaze and shuffling awkwardly, and Monika’s mind immediately flashed back to the time they both messed themselves in the clubroom. “W-wait, is that why you made me shit myself the one time?” Yuri immediately looked up, and at first Monika was worried she’d get the wrong impression, but it seemed like she already had an idea. She turned to Sayori and muttered, “So that’s why you have that photo.” Sayori looked up at Monika, panicked, and Monika raised an eyebrow inquisitively. “What photo?” Monika asked. “A-ah, well,” Sayori looked over at Natsuki, who simply shrugged. “Cat’s out of the bag.” Sayori produced her phone and showed Monika the images Natsuki took, explaining the full situation to them. As Monika looked at herself, something about seeing her, having just wet and soiled herself, made her own need grow, and she squeezed her thighs together. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you,” Natsuki apologized. “I can delete it, if you want,” Sayori offered. “It’s alright,” Monika shrugged off, “Though, if Yuri’s uncomfortable with you having it…” Monika looked over to Yuri, who was blushing furiously. She shook her head, and looked down at the table. “It’s fine if you keep it.” Natsuki smirked, “I can send you a copy, if you want.” Yuri looked up and blushed ten times deeper than Monika thought possible, and Natsuki laughed. “I’m teasing, I’m teasing,” she smiled, “And why look at a picture of Monika’s ass when you’ve got the real thing?” “Natsuki! Stop teasing her so much,” Sayori crossed her arms. “Hey, I’m right, aren’t I? Besides, you’ve been keeping that around, so clearly you also like looking at Monika’s ass.” “Says the one who took it without permission, and sent it to me!” Sayori pointed out. “Guys, it’s fine,” Monika held up her hand, “Let’s just all agree that I have a nice ass, and leave it at that.” As they all laughed, Monika felt another twinge in her bladder, and she crossed her legs under the table as she squirmed a bit. “Actually, I dunno if it’s from all this talk of things, but I’ve gotta pee,” Monika admitted. “M-me too,” Yuri nodded, blushing. “Same,” Natsuki agreed. “Wait, do you guys all seriously need to go right now?” Sayori looked up, sounding equal-parts surprised and excited. “You’re not going to suggest another contest, are you?” Natsuki asked. “No, of course not,” Sayori shook her head, “I just thought it was funny. I guess it makes sense, though, since we all kind of share the fetish. Though, I only have to go a little right now.” “Well, this cafe only has a single toilet,” Monika pointed out, “Maybe we should head to the park instead. It’s nearby, and it’s a bit more remote.” Monika looked over at Yuri, who met her gaze and blushed. She had some ideas. “Sounds good,” Natsuki nodded, “I can make it there.” The four paid their bills and headed out towards the park, and as they walked, their desperation became much more abundant. It had been much easier to hold it while sitting down, but now that Monika was standing, she had to squeeze her thighs together with every step. Yuri was gripping at the hem of her skirt, clearly tempted to hold herself. Natsuki was walking stiffly, and the only one who seemed to carry a normal gait was Sayori, who was leading the way. They reached the park and made their way to the back where the restrooms were, hobbling in only to find that two of the stalls had tape and out-of-order signs on them. “You’re kidding me,” Natsuki crossed her arms, “We walked all this way because there was only one toilet at the cafe, but there’s still only one stall!” “T-the two of us could share,” Yuri blushed and motioned to Monika as she danced in place desperately, “A-and Sayori said she didn’t need to go that bad, but that still means Natsuki-” “I’m fine,” Natsuki replied, “You two go first.” “Are you sure?” Monika asked. Natsuki was shuffling around quite a bit. “I’m sure, now hurry and go before I change my mind.” Monika and Yuri nodded and they both slipped into the stall, as Natsuki and Sayori stepped out of the restroom to wait outside. Surprisingly, Yuri was the one on the attack, as the second the stall door closed, she immediately reached out towards Monika, pulling her close even as the two wriggled around desperately. She kissed her passionately, and Monika was almost taken aback. “Y-Yuri-” “T-this is what you had in mind, right?” Yuri gazed into Monika’s eyes, “Besides, now that we’ve resolved things, I…” Monika nodded, Yuri didn’t need to say anything more. She immediately reached around and pulled Yuri into a tight embrace, putting pressure on both of their bladders. Her hand snaked down and grabbed Yuri’s ass, eliciting a yelp of surprise as she felt Yuri leak into her panties a little. “I have to pee,” Yuri stated needlessly. “Same here, I’m bursting,” Monika nodded. They positioned themselves on the toilet, with Yuri sitting down and Monika straddling her, but neither seemed all too eager to remove their panties or focus on relief just yet. Meanwhile, outside the restrooms, Natsuki shuffled in place desperately, crossing her arms. “I hope those two don’t take that long, or have too much fun in there.” “How bad do you need to go?” Sayori asked, “You don’t need to poop, do you?” Natsuki blushed, “Y-yeah, pretty badly. I usually go before bed, but I didn’t yesterday, and didn’t need to that badly until we got to the cafe. I was trying to hold out, but…” Suddenly, Natsuki doubled over and she grabbed her stomach. Sayori couldn’t help but smile as she watched Natsuki struggle to hold it intently. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” “Of course,” Sayori replied shamelessly. “W-well, it’s easy for you,” Natsuki teased, “You don’t have to go that badly, you said.” “Hmm, I don’t have to go that bad, but I don’t really feel like holding it, either,” Sayori smiled. She bent over, giving Natsuki a full view of her ass, as she hiked her skirt up with one hand. She then squeezed and started shitting herself in full view of Natsuki. The sight of Sayori filling her panties so abruptly nearly made Natsuki lose it right then and there, but she continued to watch, transfixed. Sayori’s panties sagged a little as they filled up, and Sayori turned back to look at Natsuki’s reaction. “So, who’s ass is nicer, mine or Monika’s?” Natsuki let out a flustered sputter, and as Sayori finished, she drew in close, slipping around and hugging Natsuki from behind, running her hands over her abdomen even as Natsuki struggled to hold it. “S-stop teasing me, I’m seriously gonna shit myself!” “It’s fine,” Sayori smiled, “I just did! It feels really good, right?” Natsuki blushed, and as Sayori squeezed her again, she felt herself lose control, her muscles loosening as a large log began pressing out into her panties. Her knees buckled as she totally soiled herself, and as she was lost in the sheer relief, her bladder burst as well. A powerful stream splashed down onto the sidewalk right out front of the restrooms, and she felt herself panting as she was taken in by the sheer relief. Back in the stall, Yuri and Monika were reaching their limits as well. They had unbuttoned their shirts and their hands were exploring their bodies, even as their swollen bladders threatened to pop. Monika felt herself leak as Yuri rubbed her fingers over her clit through her panties, and the two’s mouths were locked together in a passionate kiss. Yuri pulled away for air, and through hot, ragged breaths, she whimpered, “I can’t hold it anymore.” “Me neither, I’m gonna burst,” Monika agreed. Monika reached up and gave Yuri’s bladder one last press, and she felt Yuri do the same, and they both lost control together. Yuri peed full-force into the toilet bowl through her panties, and Monika could tell from the sound of her stream that she had been holding it for a long time. Monika’s stream sprayed messily between Yuri’s legs, running down them as it spread across Monika’s panties. She reached down to move her already soaked panties out of the way, but Yuri stopped her with her hand. “It’s fine, I don’t mind.” Monika nodded, and the two continued to wet themselves as Monika straddled Yuri over the toilet bowl. Their lips met again as they basked in the heat of their passion and the pleasure of relief together. It took quite some time for their streams to taper off, but even once they did, the two sat like that for a few moments longer. Monika pulled away and raised a hand up to Yuri’s cheek, caressing it as they gazed into each other’s eyes. “I’d love to stay like this longer,” Monika smiled, “But we’ve been keeping Natsuki waiting.” “Y-yeah,” Yuri nodded, blushing and casting Monika a sultry gaze, “We can continue this back at my house, now that you’ve gotten me all hot and bothered like this.” That sent Monika’s heart racing, and she blushed as the two started to get cleaned up. By the time they exited the stall, they caught both Sayori and Natsuki standing just outside the stall, both clearly having shit themselves. Natsuki crossed her arms, “Have fun in there?” “S-sorry,” both Monika and Yuri lowered their heads in unison. Natsuki then smiled to show that she wasn’t that upset, and Sayori grinned as she chimed in with, “No worries, we had our own fun.” “Ah, but you might want to button your shirts up properly,” Natsuki pointed out. Monika and Yuri looked down, and sure enough, in their rush, they had missed a few buttons. Yuri’s large chest in particular was doing her no favors as her cleavage and bra was showing through the hole left by the unfastened button. “A-ah,” the two blushed furiously, having basically gotten caught in the act. The four then laughed, and after Sayori and Natsuki got cleaned up, they all headed to the exit of the park together before going their separate ways for the night. --- A couple days later, Sayori and Natsuki found themselves walking along comfortably, in high spirits now that they’d finally resolved everything between them. They were headed to Sayori’s house to hang out for the night, and were excited for what they would get up to together. Enough time had passed since they resolved things, and now they were even able to laugh about it. “Man, now that we’ve talked things through, I really feel like we were worrying over nothing,” Natsuki laughed. “Yeah,” Sayori agreed, “Though I do think it was important to talk things through eventually.” “That’s true,” Natsuki nodded, “Although, I probably could’ve been more open about things, and it is my fault for jumping to conclusions.” “It’s fine, Sayori shook her head, “I wasn’t exactly helpful either. And that whole mess started because I wasn’t open about it being a fetish to begin with.” “I guess we both made a huge mess of things, huh?” Natsuki joked. “Yeah,” Sayori smiled before pausing. Her lips curled into a mischievous grin, and she turned to Natsuki, “Say, speaking of messes…” “How did I know you were gonna go there?” Natuski shook her head with a laugh, “Not that I’m opposed, what’s your idea?” “Well, I kind of have to go, so I was thinking maybe we could have a contest to see who could shit the most.” Natsuki crossed her arms, “But isn’t that unfair to you if you already have to go?” “Oh no,” Sayori shook her head, “I didn’t mean like who can hold it the longest, I just meant if we both hold it to our limit, who can make the bigger mess. So it wouldn’t matter if I wind up having to go before you.” “Ah, sounds good,” Natsuki nodded, “I haven’t really gone since lunch, so it shouldn’t take me too long. Besides, we’re eating at your house anyway, right?” “Yeah,” Sayori nodded. With the two having decided that, it was only a matter of time to wait. Despite saying that she already had to go, Sayori wasn’t so uncomfortable that she had to make an effort to hold it, so the two simply walked back to her house uneventfully. Once they got there, Sayori was more than happy to talk more openly to Natsuki about the fetish, from discussing various websites to visit to different media that had wetting and messing content hidden in it. Natsuki herself was eager to share some of the manga she had found over the years with similar topics. All the while, the two filled up. Sayori felt her stomach gurgle as it pushed along more poop. She could feel a distinct pressure in her bowels and she was already starting to shuffle around a bit. Natsuki, on the other hand, didn’t have to go all that badly yet, but she could feel the first signs of needing to poop. It was that slight nagging feeling where, if she wasn’t preparing to hold it, she’d start planning on when to go, but she could still wait comfortably. As it grew closer to dinner, Natsuki picked up on Sayori’s stiff shuffling, and she smiled, “Hey, it looks like you’ve already gotta go pretty bad.” “Oh, I’ll be fine,” Sayori replied, even as she felt the pressure build. She squeezed hard and adjusted her position to try to find some comfort, “I want to at least make it to dinner.” “You did say it wasn’t a holding contest,” Natsuki pointed out. “True, but I still want to win, and I really feel it building up here,” Sayori admitted, “What about you?” “I’m still fine for a bit. I’ve got to go, but it’s nothing too urgent,” Natsuki replied. However, as if to prove her wrong, Natsuki felt a sudden spike of pressure build up, and she clutched her stomach. She let out a short, but audible fart, and blushed as Sayori smiled. “You’re fine, huh?” Sayori asked. “T-that was just gas,” Natsuki defended herself. Letting out the fart had reduced the pressure, but now it was harder for Natsuki to push the urge to poop to the back of her mind. She really hoped the feeling would pass, but the longer it lingered, the more she was worried that her urge to poop would sneak up on her pretty quickly. The two changed the subject, buying time until dinner, even as they both became visibly uncomfortable. Finally, dinner time came, and by that time, it was clear Sayori really had to go. “My parents are out of town tonight, so they left me money to order in,” Sayori replied, sitting stiffly and rubbing her stomach, “Want to order pizza?” “That works for me,” Natsuki replied. She was definitely uncomfortable at this point, but she wasn’t as desperate as Sayori, “Were you gonna go before it gets here?” “No, I want to keep holding it,” Sayori grinned, even as it was clear she was straining to hold it. “Suit yourself,” Natsuki replied. They ordered the pizza, and Sayori tried to get her mind off her urgent need as she waited for it to be delivered. When it arrived, she could barely stand still as she paid the delivery man and he handed over their order. “Let’s dig in! I can’t wait, in more ways than one,” Sayori joked. “Sounds good, I’m filling up myself,” Natsuki admitted. The two headed over to the table by the living room and tucked in. Despite her clear struggle, Sayori wolfed down her first slice quickly, and reached for a second before Natsuki finished hers. Natsuki looked over in surprise. “Considering how much you’re squirming over there, I didn’t think you’d be so eager to eat that fast,” Natsuki pointed out. “Well, if I’m really gonna shit myself, I need to eat a lot, right?” Natsuki was going to point out that, unless Sayori planned on holding it that much longer, that the pizza wasn’t going to add much, but before she could say anything, she felt a strong urge sneak up on her, and she was forced to sit up straight and clench to prevent anything from coming out. “You’re looking a little pale, there,” Sayori pointed out, “Are you going to give in soon?” “I’m fine!” Natsuki crossed her arms, finishing up her own piece of pizza and grabbing another, “Besides, you’re one to talk! You look like you’re ready to shit yourself!” She was just teasing, but she wasn’t wrong. Sayori was sitting stiffly, her butt clenched as she fought back against the pressure in her bowels. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead as she struggled to hold it in, even as she continued to eat. Natsuki, meanwhile, was shuffling back and forth, trying to downplay her own needs to further emphasize how much worse Sayori had to go then her. Yet despite the two’s shared desperation, they made it through dinner uneventfully. Sayori struggled as she hobbled to the kitchen to take care of the pizza box, and upon her return, she found Natsuki squirming as she really tried to hold it in. “I can’t believe you’re still holding it,” Natsuki pointed out, “I feel like I can’t hold it anymore, and you were holding before me.” “Well, I did say I really wanted to win, but yeah, I don’t know how much longer I can keep holding it.” “Should we head to the toilet, then?” Natsuki asked, “I know we’re gonna both shit ourselves anyway, but at least it’ll be easier cleanup. And I assume you want to watch.” Sayori nodded, and the two hobbled to the toilet. Sayori barely had time to enter before she let out a yelp, and pressed at her ass. She let out a long fart and doubled over, trying to hold it just that much longer, but she had pushed herself too far. She felt a long, dry log push out of her and fill her panties, even as Natsuki gasped behind her. She lifted her skirt to show off a little as she filled her panties, but before the pressure in her abdomen fully subsided, she stopped. “Wow, is that it?” Natsuki asked, crossing her arms. Sayori blushed, “I might have held it for too long, and I ate a big lunch today, too. So I guess I’m a little backed up.” “Well, there’s definitely no way I’m losing this, then!” Natsuki replied confidently. She turned around and also hiked up her skirt to give Sayori a view, and finally relaxed. Almost immediately, she felt her bowels entirely empty themselves into her panties. They filled and sagged as all the pressure was finally relieved, and Natsuki had to brace herself against the counter as she doubled over and let out a satisfied sigh. It was over surprisingly quickly, and soon she was standing there with a giant mass in her panties. It was sagging so much that she was afraid that if she moved they’d fall down and make a mess on the floor. “Wow, that’s really impressive,” Sayori mentioned, “You definitely won. Sorry I wasn’t able to give you a show like that.” “No worries,” Natsuki mentioned, “Now, let’s get cleaned up before we make more of a mess. Sayori agreed, and with some careful maneuvering, the two had emptied their panties out into the toilet and cleaned themselves up as best they could. “Did you want to finish up in here?” Natsuki asked, alluding to the fact that Sayori was still feeling a little constipated. “Oh no, I’ll take care of it later,” Sayori shrugged off. In truth, after watching Natsuki mess herself, she was far too horny to try that now, “Anyway, did you want to take a bath?” “Sure,” Natsuki nodded before pausing, “Should we take one together?” “Definitely,” Sayori smiled, and the two eagerly headed off to the bathroom. --- “Monika,” Yuri moaned, “I have to pee.” “I know,” Monika smiled, “me too.” The two were once again wrapped in each other’s arms, hands exploring each other’s bodies as they sat, half naked on a stack of towels. They had gone to Yuri’s house after school, and were sitting on the floor of her bedroom. Empty water bottles sat discarded around them. They had drank them to fill up their bladders. Monika planted soft kisses down Yuri’s neck as the two squirmed. She had her thighs pressed together and was holding herself with one hand as the other hand snaked its way down Yuri’s body to caress her inner thighs. Yuri shuddered at the touch and raised her own hand to meet Monika’s breast. Even as she toyed with Monika, she let out a whimper and rubbed her knees together as she felt a strong urge from her bladder. “I haven’t gone since lunch,” Yuri whimpered, “I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.” “Me neither,” Monika smiled, “But let’s try to hold it a little longer.” Yuri nodded bashfully, even as she crossed her legs, and the two kissed. Monika’s hand snaked in closer to her crotch and Yuri nearly leaked. She clamped down on Monika’s hand, even as her fingers still found her clit through her panties. Her fingers worked her bud in circles and Yuri stifled a moan. “Don’t, I’ll pee,” Yuri moaned. “I’ll just tease you for now,” Monika smiled. True to her word, she kept her finger’s motions slow and methodical. Enough to keep Yuri aroused, but not enough to bring her closer to wetting herself, or climaxing. Yuri herself continued to toy with Monika’s breast, running her thumb over her nipple as she groped it. Monika moaned and bit her lip as Yuri teased her, and she felt Yuri’s other hand reach around and caress the back of her thigh. The tingling sensation shot up her body and she had to clamp down to prevent herself from leaking. Monika removed her hand from Yuri’s crotch and snaked it upwards, having it rest on her swollen bladder. Yuri’s eyes widened in fear of Monika squeezing on it, but Monika simply teased her, running her fingers gently across it and feeling Yuri squirm and shudder beneath her. Just then, Monika felt a strong wave from her bladder, and she let out a soft moan as she felt a few errant leaks escape into her panties. She squirmed and fought desperately for control, and was able to prevent herself from any further spurts, but she was on the brink of wetting herself. “Yuri, I can’t hold it anymore.” “Didn’t you just say ‘just a bit longer’?” Yuri teased. In response, Monika pouted, before giving Yuri’s bladder a light squeeze. She gasped and jammed a hand between her legs, wriggling on the floor as she desperately tried to hold on. When she finally removed her hand, Monika could clearly see a coin-sized wet patch over her crotch. “No fair,” Yuri pouted. Monika was about to return to teasing her, when suddenly the sound of a small fart filled the room. Yuri blushed, and Monika looked down at her. “Do you have to go again?” She asked. Yuri nodded meeky, “Y-yes.” “Did you want to go?” Monika asked. “No, it’s fine,” Yuri replied, “I want to… try messing.” “Yuri, you know you don’t have to force yourself if you’re not ready,” Monika caressed her cheek, “I know we just made up today, but like I said, I’m not going to leave you just because you don’t share all my fetishes.” “I’m not worried about that anymore,” Yuri reassured her, smiling, “But I want to try it.” “Alright,” Monika nodded. “H-how should I?” Yuri asked, “I don’t think I can hold it anymore.” “Here, sit on my lap,” Monika sat down, and Yuri agreed, sitting down on top of her. Monika let out a moan as Yuri’s weight came to rest on her full bladder, but she held out, and reached around. She rested her head on Yuri’s shoulder kissing and teasing her neck, as one hand reached down to continue teasing her, and another reached up to play with her breasts. “Monika, it’s coming out,” Yuri announced. Unable to hold it anymore, Yuri felt herself lose control of her bladder first. Monika continued to tease her even as she let out a hot spurt into her panties, and then another, before she burst. A strong stream of pee errupted out of her and soaked into the towels below. As she relaxed, she also felt her bowels tighten, and she felt a solid, squishy mass push itself out of her behind even as she sat in Monika’s lap. Monika could feel Yuri mess herself as she sat in her lap, and the arousal plus the warm feeling of pee spraying out of her onto her lap made Monika lose it. She started peeing as well, leting out a loud moan as her puddle joined with Yuri’s. She continued to tease Yuri, even as she continued releasing all the contents of her bladder and bowels on top of her. Yuri initially felt gross about the warm mass building up in her panties, but it was quickly overshadowed with the sheer relief and pleasure she normally felt after finally letting go after holding her pee. She was almost overwhelmed by the sensation, and with Monika’s fingers working her, she felt herself growing closer to climax, even as her stream trickled off. “Monika, I’m going to cum if you keep up!” Yuri allerted her. However, instead of slowing down, this only made Monika speed up her fingers machinations. She continued to work Yuri’s clit through her panties and she took one of her nipples between her fingers with her other hand, and rubbed and tweaked it until it was hard. Yuri let out a moan and threw her head back as she finally finished wetting and soiling herself, and she felt her body erupt with pleasure as Monika brought her over the edge. The two stayed there for a few moments, Yuri utterly breathless as Monika felt the warm mass in her lap and the puddle beneath both of them. The towels were utterly soaked, and they would have to take a bath together after this. Not to mention that while Yuri had cum, she herself was still very hot and bothered. But for right now, Monika let them both bask in the aftermath of the relief, and let Yuri recover. Finally, after Yuri caught her breath, she turned back to Monika, “I definitely enjoyed that. I’m willing to give this a go more often.” Monika smiled, planting a kiss on Yuri’s neck as she hugged her from behind, “I’m happy you enjoyed it. I’m very lucky to have you, Yuri.” The two then moved to clean up, and soon, the two were sharing a bath together, with hands once again all over each other as their passion for one another flared up. With their troubles behind them, the two simply enjoyed each other’s company, and all seemed right again. The End

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