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👑 The Trinket By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Hunter Chapter One The Will Hunter sighed as his mother, who he was currently on the phone with, continued to drawl about the contractual obligations he now had to abide by. His great aunt, or now his late great aunt, had left him a few things in her will that came with a few specific rules. The fennec fox had barely known her, other than seeing her at a Christmas party and once during Thanksgiving when he was very young. She was not really even his aunt, being an in-law and a cheetah to boot. He had heard a few stories about her, some from his mother who had always spoken about her with a degree of awe mixed with disapproval. Whether or not she was even really his aunt in-law was in question sometimes, but her presence in the family was nevertheless appreciated, if not coveted. She had been an Egyptianologist, but not the kind that mostly stays on the campus of a university. Accused several times of being no better than a bounty hunter with a college degree, she would often beguile whoever cared to listen at the taverns and bars she was often found at about her great adventures in the middle east. There were usually many stories told and drinks bought during such evenings. Her alcoholism aside, she had apparently kept up her taste for adventuring into abandoned tombs and caves right up until the very end. They never recovered her, but enough time had passed where her body had been declared lost and her vast collection of artifacts reclaimed by the museums and universities. Judging from their hasty reclamation of such items, they had been waiting for exactly such an opportunity as her disappearance. They had claimed most of the artifacts, at least. “So like, dumb it down for me a bit, Mom?” Hunter asked, a slight note of exasperation coloring his tone of voice as one of his large ears flicked to the side in irritation. It was his mother’s turn to sigh, which was followed up by a response. “You just can’t sell any of the stuff. You’re supposed to keep it as if it were a family heirloom. There’s some evidence to support that this does belong to us give or take a hundred generations.” Hunter replied back. “Right, don’t sell. Just keep it. Anything else?” “Not until they go through the rest of her possessions and check her records. You might be getting some money too, but that’ll take a while.” Right… After the state takes its hefty cut… Hunter thought to himself, but he did his best to keep his sense of sarcasm out of the conversation. “Great, thanks Mom.” “Of course honey, was there anything else you wanted to know about Auntie Tare?” Hunter, knowing that this would probably prolong the conversation for another good hour, shook his head before realizing that his mother could not see his reaction. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Hrm… No, no. I think I’m good for now, still… Processing and all that. I’ll talk to you later Mom.” “Okay sweetie, let me know what’s in the box. It looks mysterious!” “Yeah, I will. Love you Mom.” “Love you sweetie, bye bye now.” The line went silent, and Hunter put his phone down on the table with a sigh of relief. As silence enveloped the apartment, interrupted only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the fennec’s gaze drifted over to the box that sat in front of him on the dining room table. The word that could describe the wooden container could only be described as ornate. Carvings of Egyptian hieroglyphs laced with what he suspected was gold lining on the borders of the miniature crate gave the appearance of a most valuable item being stored inside. The wood had been treated with oil, and with great care as well. Part of him wondered if the box might be empty, as the container itself looked relatively valuable. Whatever it was, he was not surprised that his aunt had mentioned that he was not allowed to sell it. I’d probably make a pretty penny off of it too… Hunter mused to himself, as he pushed his chair back and stood up, only to crouch in front of the box in order to more closely examine its decor. He was not literate in Egyptian hieroglyphs, nor was he particularly interested in learning more about them. History had always bored the little fox, and despite having a renowned, though estranged, Egyptologist in the family it never sparked the same fascination and excitement as it did in Aunt Tare. Well, might as well have a look then. Reaching forward, he undid the clasp on the front of the box and pushed the lid open. Its hinges worked silently, and Hunter immediately noted that the entire inside of the box was laced with a vibrant, purple velvet. Amidst the swathes of cloth, Hunter beheld a palm sized brooch made of a mixture of dulled copper and gold. Marveling at it, the fennec’s eyes widened as he scanned its surface. The fennec picked it up with a paw and noted its significant weight. Equipped with a pin which Hunter presumed was intended to keep a cloak around a traveler’s shoulders, Hunter turned the brooch over and let out a surprised breath. The ornament had been placed upside down in its container, and it was studded with several small jewels with one large piece in its center. Peering closely at them, it took Hunter a moment to realize that they were opals. In the center of the metal disk, the largest of the opals was oval in shape. It gleamed as if freshly polished when it caught the last of the afternoon sun streaming from Hunter’s half shuttered window. A small scratch in the center of the opal was the only blemish on the piece, revealing the rainbow colored insides of the gem that refracted in ever changing patterns of color as he turned it over. Strangely, despite the fact that it had been sitting in the box ever since it had been delivered to his doorstep inside of its own, discrete cardboard container, the brooch was warm to the touch. And it felt like it was getting warmer. “It’s… pretty…” Hunter said lamely, to no one in particular. His initial curiosity had been sated, and he was now coming to the conclusion that he really had no use for the gem-encrusted display piece other than to perhaps show it off for his friends. The more he thought about it, being the owner of such a valuable piece now might mean that he would have to take insurance out on it. Great… Another responsibility… The fennec thought grimly to himself. Hunter was about to set the artifact down, when the opal flashed catching his eyes. Blinking, he looked down at the gem and wondered if he had imagined the sudden luminescence that had come from the piece. Gingerly, he brought it back up to his eyes and peered closely at the scratch on the gem’s surface to see if he had missed some refractive angle inside of the opal’s crack. Seeing that there was nothing he could immediately detect, he placed the brooch back down in its comfortable bed, this time right side up with the opal facing the ceiling of his apartment. He thought about where he should put the box, glancing around his apartment and seeing now apparent free space where he might rest it. I’ll probably just chuck it into my closet or something… His stomach rumbled, reminding him that his mother’s phone call had caused him to miss lunch at a reasonable hour. Closing the box, he decided to put his inheritance out of his mind for the time being. Padding over to his closet, he picked out his jacket and fumbled the keys to his apartment out of the bowl they rested in. I’m kind of hankering for some chicken… He thought to himself, his mind already beginning to drift away from the strange set of rocks that were now his, now and forever. He did, however, check twice that he had locked the door to his apartment before bounding down the staircase leading to the lobby of his apartment complex.
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Check Mate - A Desperate Experience from my School Years A true experience, remembered from a long time ago, and fictionalised as best I can.......: Several years ago, when I was at secondary school (High School for those in the USA!) I was a member of the school chess team. We used to play tournaments at our school, and visiting other schools. These always took place after the end of the school day. We always played in school uniform as we were representing the school, so I was dressed in my grey school trousers, white shirt, blue and yellow school tie, and my blue school blazer. So on this day, I'd done a full school day, then after school, we all got into the minibus, and drove across the town to a school on the other side where todays tournament was happening. I'd gone for a pee earlier in the afternoon, but didn't go before we left. But really, I should have been fine. We arrived at the school and went into the classroom where the tournament was happening. An average classroom, brown wooden parquet floor, grey and white wooden desks, with metal legs. Plastic school chairs. Windows down one side of the room looked out onto the twilight of the winters afternoon. It was all set out as usual, with 6 or 7 desks pulled out, a chair on each side, and a chess board between. Water was provided - two cups and two bottles on each desk. First game underway, and I was concentrating hard, absentmindedly drinking water as I pondered and considered my moves. Forty-five minutes later, the match was over. I won. When each pair had finished their first round match, we all swapped round, reset the chessboards, and the waters got replenished. It was pretty hot and stuffy in the classroom, the heating full blast on this cold winters day, so plenty of the water was being drunk. A general hubbub of conversation surrounded the reset, scraping of chairs on the floor as people stretched their legs. The second round started, the room fell silent again, only broken by the occasional scuffing of the chess pieces being moved on the boards, and the sounds of water being poured and drunk. This match went long. About an hour later, my opponent finally check mated me, and it was over. By this time, I was aware that the water I had drunk was beginning to have an effect on my bladder. I needed a pee. Not desperately yet, but the sensation was there - the tension in my bladder, the pinpricking urge in the end of my penis. My game was the last one to finish, so we were quickly reset, and into the third and final round. I was still pretty confident that I could make it through this game and back to my school, then go for a pee. I sat down opposite my opponent, and crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together for a moment as I did so. My urge subsided slightly. I looked across at my opponent. A very pretty girl, of about my own age. Helena. As she opened the game, I shifted in my seat, and crossed my legs the other way. It helped a bit, but my bladder was filling. I could really feel the tension in my lower abdomen, the urge in my crotch intensified. I wiggled slightly in my chair, trying to numb the urges, and focussed on the game. Helena was a good player - challenging every attack I made, constantly on the ball, making her moves quickly, precisely. We played on, my fidgeting growing as time passed. I was really in a bad way by now, desperate to pee, clenching and clenching my muscles, trying to fidget as little as possible so that hopefully neither Helena nor anyone else would realise my predicament. I was at that shy stage of young teenage years where you really don't like to admit to the need for bodily functions - particularly not in front of pretty girls that you've only just met. Our game lasted fifty minutes, give or take a few. Helena won. She probably would have on any day, but today especially, I simply couldn't focus properly. I made silly mistakes, and she immediately seized on them and capitalised. I shook hands with her, pushed my chair back, and carefully stood up, clenching hard to avoid shaking my legs or squirming. It was no good. There was no way I was going to make it through the minibus ride back to school. I looked for a teacher, found one, and asked if I could use a toilet. He frowned. It was 5pm by now, way after the school would normally be open and the caretakers might have started shutting up for the night. They might still be open though and he told me where they were. So far, I'd managed all this pretty discreetly, but then to my horror he called Helena over - "Helena, could you show this young man where the boys toilets are?" I blushed, crimson red, a prickly heat of embarrassment flowing over me. But I was in no position to back out - I HAD to go. Standing on the spot I was fighting the urge to squirm and jiggle up and down, or grab myself to numb the desperate urge in my penis for a moment. A delicate blush painted Helena's cheek - she too, was clearly not comfortable. She led the way out of the room, down the corridor. I tried to keep a step or two behind her, so that she wouldn't notice my sightly stiff walk, my hand in my pocket, my occasional squeezing of my penis as I fought to hold my desperate young bladder. Turn, first left, then right. Up another corridor. Silence. No small talk. Helena walked hurriedly, not turning to look at me. The sound of her steps on the tiled floor echoed in the empty corridor. I shuffled equally hurriedly behind her. Please let them be open. Please. Please. Please. As we approached the toilets, I gave my penis one last squeeze and clenched hard. Just in time. Helena turned to face me. "Here they are." "Thank you!" I turned to the door and pushed it. Unyeilding. Locked. My heart sank. It must have showed in my face. "Wait," Helena said, "I'll try the girls for you, I can always stand outside and make sure nobody goes in." I could have kissed her. Though clearly embarrassed by the whole situation, she was trying her best for me. She stepped across the corridor to the girls. Taking the opportunity of her turned back, I bounced up and down behind her, squeezing my legs together, fighting, fighting, fighting to hold it in. Helena raised a hand to the girls toilet door and pushed. It too was locked. I began to panic. There was no way I could hold it all the way home. I straightened up just before she turned back to me, but not quite in time. She caught me straightening, and immediately looked away. "Are you going to be ok?" she asked, real concern in her voice. "Yes," I lied, "I'll be fine, I'll just wait till we get back." Back through the corridors, Helena walking ahead of me, me lagging behind, hand in my pocket again, squeezing my penis, desperately trying to numb the intense urge in it's tip enough to keep my pee in. I could feel the muscles in the base of my penis fluttering with the effort of clenching, and the fullness of my bladder heavy in my lower abdomen. As we reached the classroom again my teammates were just leaving to get back on the bus. I turned to follow them. "Bye,' said Helena suddenly, "sorry I could't help." I turned, briefly forced a smile, then followed out of the building towards the bus. I chose a seat at the back of the bus, with a row to myself. The bus was a 16 seater, and there were only 7 in the chess team, so spreading out was not a problem thank goodness. As the bus pulled out of the school, I sat and squirmed in my seat, willing my muscles to hold on that little bit longer, willing my bladder to be big enough to hold to school. Minutes passed. The bus rocked, shuddered and jolted as we drove back through the town, every jolt, every turn sending spasms through my bladder. About half way home the urge intensified suddenly. I clenched hard, sat forward, rocked back and forth in my seat, grabbed my penis and squeezed for all I was worth. Clench. Clench. I felt my muscles flutter. CLENCH. Squeeze. Flutter again. I felt a spurt escape, felt it flow though my tubes, felt it come out of the tip, and felt it's dampness against my fingers through my trousers. Shit. Panicking, I bounced up and down, violently squeezing myself, clenching as hard as I could. Another spurt. Another, another. I was losing control. I could feel my boxers growing wet around me, as I kept squeezing myself I could feel the crotch of my trousers dampening against my fingers. Shit, shit, shit. I looked around. Nobody was watching, everyone else looking out of the windows of the bus into the darkness as we drove through the housing estate around the school. Nearly there. Squirming and clenching like mad, I regained a bit of control, and held back the spurting. I looked down at my crotch. Even in the darkness of the bus I could see my trousers had a wet patch. How was I going to get off the bus? I did up my blazer. It covered my crotch, just. I kept squirming, kept clenching - if I could just hold on 5 more minutes I could be off the bus and into the toilets at school. The minutes passed slowly. My young, tired muscles struggled. I felt another spurt escape, fresh wetness flowing into my boxers and trousers. Grabbing myself and squeezing myself I stopped the flow again. I could feel the pee against the inside of my leg, the fabric of my trousers growing wet from it. The bus stopped. Engine died into silence. Among the bustle of people getting bags and coats I gingerly stood, one hand in my pocket, one hand holding my blazer in place trying to disguise that I had started to wet myself. Everyone got off the bus ahead of me. I shuffled down it, and stepped off, every step I took threatening to overpower my control, threatening my clenched muscles. Another spurt. I squeezed myself and kept squeezing, trying to physically prevent any more pee coming out, though I could feel my full, tortured, tired bladder contracting, trying to force it out. I could't clench against it anymore, I just couldn't. My muscles had given up. I tried as hard as I could to keep tightening them against the flow. The urge I felt was unbearable, my bladder contracting, forcing pee through my penis, my hand squeezing it closed. Half running, half shuffling I made for the Lower School building. The lights were still on. I could see a cleaner inside. I felt trickle of pee escape, running out of me, into my crotch. I could feel the warm wet feeling spread down my leg. Into the building, past the cleaner. Crashed into the unlocked door of the boys toilet. In front of a urinal. Hand away. I clenched as hard as I could to hold it back, but I couldn't. As I struggled with my fly, bouncing and squirming like mad, the dam burst and I felt my pee spraying out of me, into my uniform trousers. Fly undone. Hand in through the fly, grabbed my penis and pulled it out, spraying pee everywhere as I did. Aim. Unclench. Release. The spurting spray turned into a torrent against the urinal. I felt my whole body relax, the tension of the last hour flowing out of me. My boxers, the crotch of my trousers and the inside of my trouser legs were soaked. Finally, my flow subsided. Final couple of spurts, shake, and put myself away and re-zipped my fly. My blazer could't cover the damage anymore. I walked quickly past the cleaner, blushing beat red, hoping against hope they wouldn't notice. I pushed open the school door and walked out into the night air, for a very damp walk home. Cg125
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It's been years since the events surrounding the Phantom Thieves and the Metaverse. Goro Akechi has distanced himself from Ren Amamiya and all the others involved in those events, even building a fake identity to avoid anyone finding him, preferring to let the past stay in the past. However, on Christmas Eve, he discovers a calling card on his coffee table, addressed to him, with the sender being not the Phantom Thieves, but rather, just Ren. He goes off to accept this one final challenge from his rival, never being one to back down from a challenge. His only regret was that he didn't stop to use the bathroom first. ------- This is an omorashi story taking place at Cafe Leblanc, with romance between Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi! I hope you enjoy it - this is likely going to be the start of a longer series between these two~! Please let me know what you think of how I wrote these characters! I honestly struggled with Akechi, as it's a bit difficult for me to know how he would really act, considering his shift in personality later in the game; I'd like to hear what you guys think, and if it seems like I wrote him well or not! I will definitely be editing this if I get some critique that warrants it - I want this to be really good! Want more? I have a Patreon with way more stories available! I'll be posting every chapter of this series at least a week early over there, and I'm also planning to write Patreon-exclusive extended versions of some of these chapters! Check it out if you're interested - your support means a lot to me! https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true If you enjoy, please consider commissioning me! Email me if you're interested: [email protected] Or add me on Discord: KitoKitoKito#7003 Or just send me a note! Word Count: 3451 --------- “Goro Akechi, the lustful center of my gaze. Although presumed dead, you’ve lived for many years outside of my gaze, but this will go on no longer. Come to Cafe Leblanc on Christmas Eve at midnight, where our final duel shall finally take place. Upon my victory, I shall steal your heart. From, Ren Amamiya.” Akechi stared at the card in utter disbelief. It had been almost five years since he’d had anything to do with the Phantom Thieves, five years since he’d met Ren Amamiya, and five years since he’d faked his death. He had fallen out of the public eye and resumed his detective work under a pseudonym, carefully keeping his identity anonymous and avoiding all contact with anyone involved in the metaverse, however, somehow, Amamiya had still found him. He put his head in his hand… and blushed, scarlet red, across his face. He’d told himself he could move on from his first love, but apparently, that was starkly incorrect. How could he go and get himself involved in Ren’s life now, after all that had happened? Clearly, they were both better off going their separate ways; if they had gotten together, they’d only be a stark reminder of a painful past; after all, he had quite literally tried to kill the phantom thief. However, considering all the work Ren must’ve gone through to find Akechi… clearly, the phantom thief did not feel the same way. He sighed, dropping the calling card on a glass coffee table in front of him. He was wearing a winter outfit, a long, light-brown, button-up coat, with darker-brown khakis and a plaid red and dark-blue scarf. He had hazel hair, which his fingers were currently running through due to nervousness, black, leather gloves still on them. How was he meant to respond to this? He looked at his phone. It was today, Christmas Eve. Leblanc was just a short train ride away… if he left now, he’d probably make it there around midnight. It was now or never. He slipped the calling card into his coat, ran a comb through his hair… and headed for the train station. —----------- Ren Amamiya sat in Cafe Leblanc, the lights all dimmed to only a soft glow, wearing a black turtle neck and jeans of the same color, comfy and cozy, even though it was a tad cold down there. Currently, he was sitting at the bar, near the far end, holding a cup of coffee he’d just brewed in his hands - he’d mixed a bit of cocoa into this one, to get into the festive mood. Outside, the weather was horrible - a blizzard raged on, Leblanc’s door partially blocked by a foot of snow. If it was anyone else, Ren would’ve been concerned about the blizzard, perhaps even rescheduled… but he knew Akechi. That detective would take on any challenge. He sipped his coffee, still hot and fresh, the steam fogging up his black-rimmed glasses. He had considered doing his hair, but had decided against it - the messy, bedhead style of his dark hair had been a staple of his time with the Phantom Thieves; it only made sense to keep it that way for his reunion with Akechi. He checked his phone. It was 11:50, just ten minutes until midnight, when Akechi was supposed to arrive. He had some plans already; specifically, he’d made a very… special blend of coffee, which he had yet to actually brew, and the bathroom was out of order. It was the only bathroom in the building; it was actually working just fine, but Ren had no plans of letting his rival use it. However, he had gone to use it himself, just a few minutes ago - he wanted his bladder to be relatively empty. Just as Ren picked up a book to pass the time, he heard the familiar sound of the door opening, the bell jingling, as Akechi stepped in, covered in snow from head to toe, wearing the hood of his coat, his scarf over his mouth, a slightly annoyed look in his eyes. “So, you really are here,” he said, trying to be cool, but Ren didn’t understand a word under that scarf. The thief just tilted his head, confused, with a smile on his face. “Try saying that again without the scarf on.” Akechi’s eyes tilted down; he blushed, shutting the door behind him and stopping the temporary onslaught of snow and cold coming from the blizzard outside, and then pulled his scarf down with both hands. “I said, so, you really… ah, never mind.” He pulled his hood down, revealing his hair to be very messy, despite the effort he’d put into styling it before he came. “What did you call me here for, old friend? And how did you find me, anyways?” “Take a seat.” Ren stood, still smiling knowingly as he gestured to one of the chairs, a look of intent and confidence in his eyes. He moved behind the counter and began brewing the special mixture he’d mentioned earlier. “Care for a cup of coffee?” “I suppose I’ll take you up on that offer.” Akechi pulled his jacket and scarf off and threw them over one of the chairs, revealing a plaid blue sweater underneath. “I could use something to warm me up.” “Sorry to make you come out here in the middle of such a storm.” Ren poured a bit of cream into the coffee cup, delicate and precise; he still had it. He slid the mug over to Akechi, then went and sat next to him, grabbing his previous mug, still half full. “Thank you.” Akechi sipped his coffee without smiling. His facade of being the nice, friendly, and advertiser-friendly detective was completely pointless with Joker. “Just as good as always.” “Did you want something to eat too? I think I have some pancakes in the fridge.” “Goddamn you.” He smirked as Joker chuckled, sipped his coffee again. “I can never look at a plate of pancakes the same way after that. I swear, I’ll never make such a careless mistake again.” “We’ll see.” Ren drained the rest of his coffee and stood, placing the mug in the kitchen’s sink and running a little water inside. “So, do you plan to explain what this is all about?” “Simple. We have one last competition to put a close to our little rivalry.” Ren walked to the stairs, leading up to the attic. “Come on - you can bring your coffee with you.” “Interesting. I’ll accept your challenge then, no matter what the game may be.” He finished his coffee and placed it in the sink as well. “But I have one caveat. If I win, I want to know how you found me.” “Sure. But in that case, I want something if I win.” “Oh? And what would that be?” “That’s a secret, but I think you’ll be quite happy to meet my conditions.” “Well, I’d say I’m curious…” He smiled, a cocky, confident smile, a competitive, almost sadistic spirit in his eyes. “But I don’t plan to lose, so it looks like I won’t be finding out.” Ren chuckled, beckoning for Akechi to follow him up the staircase. “We’ll see about that.” The attic was just the same as always, though a little bit dusty. A bed in the far-right corner, a work desk in the far-left, and a few other little things, though it was clearly mainly used for storage - Ren was staying there for a month while he figured out his living situation, having to move due to a fire in his old apartment. Thankfully, Sojiro was happy to help him out. “You have some very… interesting living conditions. Will this be the site of our confrontation?” Akechi questioned, looking around the room, attempting to identify some source of competition. “Correct. I actually have something in mind already.” Ren turned on the CRT TV and hooked up an NES, with two “NES Zappers” hooked up to it, being gray and orange guns for use in various games. Inserted into it was the game “Duck Hunt” - Joker had figured a repeat of the time the two of them had engaged in Gun About was a fitting way to reunite them. “Here.” He held out one of the guns to Akechi. The detective prince took the gun and smiled, examining it, holding it in his black-gloved hand. “Interesting. So, you wish to lose in another game of precision?” “We’ll see about that - I’ve gotten much better since the first time.” Joker booted up the console, watching as the title “DUCK HUNT” appeared in large, bold letters. The game, however, was actually modded to allow for a more competitive mode - as the game started up, the screen was split into halves, each side having their own ammo, scope, and ducks to shoot down, with a score counter at the bottom. “Here’s how it’ll go. For ten minutes, ducks will be flying out, slowly speeding up until the end. Whoever shoots the most wins.” “Perfect. I can’t imagine a better way to end this rivalry, besides, perhaps, another duel in Mementos… though we both know that’s impossible.” He stood back and aimed his gun at the screen with a cocky smirk… and then faltered for a moment. He felt the sudden need to relieve himself; apparently, that coffee had coursed through him quite quickly, and he had come immediately upon getting that letter. What terrible timing to need a bathroom break. “Before we begin, mind if I use the restroom downstairs?” “Ah, sorry, it’s out of order.” Ren lied through his teeth; it was working. “After we finish our match, you can use the one at the laundromat across the street.” “That should work just fine.” He readied himself once again, regaining his composure… even though his bladder was already starting to ache. However, he didn’t want to dampen the competitive spirit; he’d be able to hold it for a measly ten minutes. “Let the game begin!” Ren pulled the trigger on his gun with a plastic click, and a countdown began. Three, two, one… and the game was on. Immediately, both persona users were extremely focused on the game, shooting every duck they possibly could, their scores remaining in a state of constant flux between who was winning and losing. Clearly, it was anyone’s game… that is, until both of them had their focus shattered. Akechi was able to ignore his need for the bathroom for a little bit, however, the aching and the desperation was increasing rapidly. He hadn’t drunk that much, but his bladder was practically bursting; he bit his lip, trying to distract himself with a little pain, as he felt the panging pain in his crotch. He had to actively keep any urine from leaking out as he played, constantly holding it back, again and again. He glanced to Joker, who seemed to be quite calm and composed; he absolutely couldn’t let something as foolish as his bladder lose him this game. He grit his teeth and bent his knees, pushing his thighs together, holding his bladder back. His legs began to shiver slightly. Ren could barely hold his poker face as he watched Akechi’s desperation grow. He’d been itching to see such a beautiful sight as the ace detective losing control of his bladder ever since he’d met him for the first time, his fantasies full of exactly what was playing out in front of him. Ever since they’d first met, Ren had felt his heart skip a beat for the lovely, beautiful, princely figure, and even seeing the much darker side of his personality only made him fall deeper into love, into affection for him. Past events had kept them apart for obvious reasons, however, even his attempted assassination at the hands of Akechi hadn’t dulled Joker’s feelings. They were stronger than ever. And now, seeing that desperation, the little shivers in his legs, that determined but clearly strained look on his face, it was all so perfect. If everything went well… he’d have some cleaning up to do very soon. Five minutes in. The detective couldn’t believe how badly he needed to use the bathroom. It was horrible, the worst desperation he’d ever felt in his life, his bladder throbbing needily, practically ready to burst like a balloon. He struggled to focus on the game while also preventing a horribly embarrassing accident; by minute six, it was becoming clear that something was going to have to give. He looked to Ren once again - he was still entirely coolheaded. Akechi gulped, pushing his legs closer together, shifting from side to side, as he tried to hold it in, a blush on his face from slight shame, legs shivering much harder now; he felt a slight bit of liquid in his black underwear, just the tiniest bit of wetness. He immediately focused on stopping that small leak, costing him a few ducks. “Struggling a little bit, are you, Akechi?” Ren smirked confidently. He was blushing hard, too, but apparently, his rival hadn’t noticed. He knew, given a decision between losing the game and losing control of his bladder, the prince would choose the latter any day, especially considering how much this particular competition meant to them, being the finale they’d waited years to play out (even though Akechi had never planned to allow it to happen in the first place). “Ngh…” He grunted, exasperated, but managed to catch up to the thief and even surpass him. “Worry about yourself, friend - I have no intention of letting this end in anything but my victory!” “We’ll see about that.” The two kept their focus as much as they could as the ninth minute came about. The final flurry of ducks took to the field, and the two were shooting every single one that they could aim at, with unmatched speed and precision. They were neck and neck; the victor could be decided by the difference of just one shot. But Akechi’s bladder would not relent. It was obvious to him now that, if he didn’t go to use the bathroom right this moment, there was no way he’d make it; his bladder was either going to be drained into a toilet, or it was going to burst open right then and there. He couldn’t last for this one remaining minute. It was time to make a decision. His face went completely red as his legs stopped shivering, thighs parting, as he resumed his earlier stance and shot everything he could… and the gentle pattering of liquid against felt quietly filled the room. Seconds after, the game was over, and Akechi was the victor - that small little sound had heavily distracted Ren for just long enough to destroy his focus. As the text “VICTORY!” flashed across Akechi’s side of the screen, the detective sighed in immense relief, dropping the gun to the floor, between his legs, and diverting his attention to stopping the emptying of his bladder. However, it was far too late - now that the stream had started, like a dam being broke open, Akechi had no control over the rush of urine rapidly exiting his body. He huffed in relief, covering his scarlet-red face with his gloved hands, as the pitter of piss streaming out of his cock and into his undergarments filled the room, the only sound heard besides the gentle hum of the heater. His underwear were soon filled and soaked through with pee, causing it to drip down onto his pants, with a large wet spot slowly spreading out from his crotch, starting as just a drop of a darker brown and growing. And, once those were plenty soaked, the liquid began to flow right out of his pants and onto the floor, a heavy, fast stream, trickling onto the floor, spreading out from his pants and going all over. A puddle soon formed on the wood, and by complete accident, the gun was right in the middle, being subject to that stream of hot, steaming urine. It dripped down the insides of his legs, long lines of wet streaking further and further down, even soaking into his socks and his shoes. He fell to his knees in pure humiliation, still hiding his face as the stream went on and on for at least a full minute, tons and tons of hot, steamy urine making a huge mess right on the floor. It now trickled against the rest of the puddle, drops splashing all over. Eventually, it did stop, after the detective’s pride was entirely destroyed. He was stunned, completely lost for words, his mind a jumbled mess of anxiety and shame; he didn’t have a clue of what to say after that. Ren was similarly speechless, but for entirely different reasons. He blushed from pure pleasure and lust, watching as the detective who’d been at the center of his eye for so long crumbled before him. Every bit of it was so perfect, the desperation leading up to the release was immaculate and tantalizing, the actual wetting was so perfectly hot, Akechi’s reaction and embarrassment was so cute! He couldn’t have hoped for anything better - it was all he’d ever dreamed of. And he couldn’t even begin to describe how hot it was that his own controller had been soaked in the process. Something about that really did something for him. Akechi gulped, standing, as the last bits of urine dripped from his pants, his calves and knees completely soaked. “I-I’m very sorry for the mess. It looks like I got a bit excited during our competition and lost focus.” He gulped nervously. “Let’s just forget about the deal for now, I don’t know how I could possibly face you again after such a humiliating display.” He walked towards the stairs, legs still shivering a little. “No, no, hold on.” Ren spoke, struggling to actually speak a bit. There was a noticeable bulge in his crotch; he made no effort to hide it as he grabbed Akechi by the shoulder. “I didn’t invite you to my room just for a game.” Akechi turned his face towards Joker, confused, still blushing. “Why are you being so persistent with me? I tried to kill you, Ren. Can’t we just leave our bond in the past?” “That’s not what I want, Akechi.” He slid his hand down the detective’s arm and grasped the gloved hand. “I don’t care what happened in our past. And honestly, seeing you wet yourself was incredibly hot - nothing has changed; my desire to be with you has only grown.” The detective’s blush turned from one of shame, to one of love. “You don’t mean… how could you possibly feel that way after all of this? I’ve betrayed you so horribly, and now, I’ve made a complete mess of your room, and yet still, you want to be with me?” “I do.” Ren grabbed Akechi’s hand with both of his. “Well? Will you let me steal your heart, Goro Akechi?” The detective sighed… and smiled. “It seems it didn’t even take the entirety of the phantom thieves to change my heart, but rather, just one. Let’s see how this goes.” Ren smiled wide, heart fluttering with joy, as he secured his new relationship with the detective. “It seems our partnership is going to be much different from here on out.” “Indeed. But that doesn’t mean the competition ends.” Akechi smirked in a confident, cocky, and yet, lovingly gentle way. “Don’t fall behind, alright?” Ren held the detective’s hand tighter. “As long as you’re by my side, I could never.” The two of them chuckled a bit; it seemed neither had quite lost the core of their relationship as a thief and a detective, despite taking it from friendship to romance. “Anyway, more importantly…” He moved his hand down to Akechi’s pants, gently rubbing his crotch, making the detective blush as ren felt that piss-soaked material. “How about we get you out of these clothes~? I’m sure I can find you something more comfortable, as long as I can help you clean up a bit~” Akechi chuckled. “My, my, perhaps I’m the one who should be worried about falling behind.” He undid his belt buckle. “But, well, I can’t say I mind.” And the two of them spent that night together… and things got even steamier than they were during Akechi’s accident. Truly, today was only the beginning; they had an interesting road ahead of them. Their rivalry and love would mix together to create something entirely new and unique… and the event that started it there, with Akechi wetting himself, would be the catalyst for many more wettings to follow. -------- Enjoyed the story? Consider supporting me on Patreon! Become a Patron, and you’ll get access to a bunch of other Patreon-exclusive kinky stories I’ve written - there’s a new one every week! This is the best way to support me if you enjoy my work! https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true This is my job, so even just a single $5 pledge is a huge help in making it so I can write more!!
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On Halloween's eve, Lumi is getting ready for a date with her cute girlfriend. She gave her some pullups, saying she should wear them for the date, and after hesitating a while, Lumi decides to please her. She also received a magic potion to drink before the date. Thinking it's some kind of a love potion, Lumi takes it as instructed - only to wet herself. What other tricks might her girlfriend have played on her? 13:44$14.99 -
The forest was peaceful and quiet... The blossoms swayed with the wind... the animals hunted their prey... the sun shined on... the perfect day. The desolate woods had never been so peaceful before. It was the perfect day to walk in the woods without a care in the world... and in the middle of these woods... was a man... a Ronin... who wore light blue robes and had long black hair tied into a stalk, carried in his left hand his trusty blade, sheathed tightly, and in his right, a piece of paper, and on that paper stated directions to somewhere... a shrine... "How much more do I have to walk to this accursed shrine?" The Ronin grumbled, "My feet are starting to kill me." The Ronin kept walking along the forest path as his wooden sandals made sideways elevens on the dirt until he reached a small tree stump on the side of the road. Checking to make sure no one was around, the man walked towards the stump and sat right on top of it. He placed his sword and the bag he was carrying to the side, reached his arm behind him and began to untie a piece of thread which held on to a flask of sake. He pulled the flask towards his mouth, uncorked it, and the Ronin started to chug away on his sake. "Ah... nothing like a nice drink to keep the spirit pumping," The man said, giving out a faint chuckle. When the warrior finished his drink, he stood up, grabbed his things, and continued his journey. He took a few steps, then stopped... he grabbed his blade, and prepared himself in a ready stance... ... ...silence... ... ... "... It was probably just an animal," The man said to himself keeping his guard up. He kept along the wooded path, not lowering his guard for even a second. Something was close by... watching him, and his every move. The Ronin kept walking until he began to hear something... something that faintly sounded like pouring water. ("There must be a river close by,") The man thought to himself, ("I should go fill up my flask again. Too bad it's not a river of sake though... hehehehe.") The Ronin followed the source of the sound. Each step he took, the stream grew louder and louder... in fact the source of the sound was rather close by to the road.... but there was no river. If there was no river, then what was making that sound? The Ronin stopped in front of a large bush which seemed to be the cause of those watering sounds. He peeked over to see what it was, but before he could do it... ... ... *ruffle ruffle* *Shwing* *Shwing* *CLANG* *CLANG* The Ronin immediately found himself parrying an attack that came from behind him. His attacker, pushing full force on the Ronin's blade with his own, began to yell at him... "HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TAKE A PERVERTED LOOK WHILE THE MISTRESS IS BUSY!!!" "YOU ARE TRESPASSING, AND THEREFORE MUST BE KILLED!!!" The Ronin didn't know what the offender was talking about. Was this an ambush of some kind? The Ronin tried to kick his opponent, but the enemy just grabbed the flying foot, and flipped the Ronin in the air, causing him to plummet face first to the ground. The attacker turned the fallen warrior onto his back, placed his hand over his mouth, his foot over his stomach, and readied his sword by the Ronin's face. "No one will hear you scream for mercy as I slowly take everything you hold dear... first I'll start with your eyes, then I'll take your nose, and then your teeth, then your tongue, and finally your breath." The attacker raised his sword high, ready to impale the Ronin's face, when suddenly, a feminine voice called out to them. "Jiriyuu, stop it this instant!" A woman demanded. Jiriyuu (the attacker) looked at the woman with embarrassment, and then back to the Ronin, who had a face of terror, and had already prepared himself for a painful death. With a sign of disappointment, Jiriyuu sheathed his sword, and said "You are lucky mistress Naniko has decided to spare your life... for whatever reason." The woman deemed Naniko hurried to the Ronin, and let out her hand to help him up. ("Why would the mistress want to touch this peasant's filthy mitts?") Jiriyuu thought to himself. The Ronin grabbed on to the woman's hand; It felt smoother than silk itself. The Ronin stood up, and properly thanked the woman. Now that he wasn't being in a high stress situation, the Ronin took a good look at the two... The woman Naniko had blonde hair, and blue eyes (bet you wouldn't see that often in ancient Japan). She wore a white and red dress, and wore a rosary necklace. There was no doubt about it that she was clearly a priestess. She also wore a sakura petal by her hair. Her voice was soft. Jiriyuu had large, messy blue hair. He wore something very similar to the Ronin's, only his robes were pure white, and spiraling down his right sleeve was what appeared to be a black dragon. His tone of voice sounded very intimidating, and he himself seemed to give off a rather horrifying aura. He gave a rather sharpened stare at the Ronin. "I do greatly apolagize for the inconvenience," Naniko spoke to the Ronin, "He's just trying to look out for me, that is all." "So you must be here for the job, correct?" Naniko asked. "O-Oh! Yes I am, actually." The Ronin replied. He pulled out the piece of paper which held the directions to a shrine, and on the back stated an employment opportunity as a bodyguard. "Well this truly is splendid!" Naniko said joyfully. "I should also apologize for you having to walk all this way through this lovely forest." "Nah, it's fine," the man replied, "I enjoy the view of nature." "Now I suppose I should compensate for Jiriyuu's recklessness," Naniko said, making Jiriyuu more embarrassed. "May I ask your name?" "My name?" the man asked," ... ... ...Goken." "Well then mister Goken," Naniko said, slowly creating a grin, "pay very close attention to what I'm about to do..." Naniko then began to untie her dress, until she was completely naked, revealing her rather small breasts, and her sleek and slender body. This most certainly caught Goken by surprise, after all, how many times have you seen a woman go bare-naked just like that... and what she did after that caught Goken even more by surprise. She squatted down in front of the man, and began peeing right in front of him! Goken was at a loss for words. His mind couldn't quite comprehend what he was seeing. He felt weird at first, but after staring into Naniko's luscious golden stream for a bit, he started to feel warm inside. It started to please him as her warm pee streamed out of her womanhood. "Enjoying the show?" Naniko asked to the man... but he could not reply, only give off a nervous nod. Jiriyuu gave off a concerned look as his mistress did her business... but not because of what she was doing, but why. "M-Mistress Naniko!" Jiriyuu spoke surprised, "You'd actually give this putrid man the opportunity to see something so blissful?" "You just met him, and you're already rewarding him? Not to mention overdoing it!" "He is NOT worthy of-" "Jiriyuu... I may do as I please, and I please to please," Naniko interrupted, turning her head, and grinning. Her yellow stream soon died down, and the priestess stood back up, once again showing her body in full. "Hmm... now I just need something to wipe myself with," Naniko said grinning mischievously. Promptly, Jiriyuu moved closer to Naniko, and began kneeling before her as he stuck his arm out. "Mistress," Jiriyuu spoke, "you may use my arm if you please." Naniko began to giggle, and then said "Oh how I do appreciate your concern for me once again, however I think that I will give our new companion the chance to clean me." She moved close to Goken, so that her chest was touching his. "Will you do the honers?" Any normal person would most likely say "No, that's disgusting, and unsanitary..." but Goken was anything but normal... so assuming she was giving an order, Goken moved the sleeve of his robes to Naniko's sensitive parts, and began to gently stoke it, wiping of her still warm droplets of pee. It did feel a little strange to him, but to Naniko, it felt so comfortable. Naniko got her arm and clenched on tightly to Goken's arm. She started faintly moaning in pleasure. When Goken was sure she was dry, he stopped his stroking motion. Naniko let go of Goken, and thanked him for his assistance. She turned around to go grab her clothes while Goken took a brief look at Naniko's cute butt as she bended down to grab her dress. Out of the corner of Goken's eyes he could see Jiriyuu giving off an dead stare. His stare felt like two spears penetrating Goken's very soul, and Jiriyuu's aura felt even more terrifying this time. Naniko had finished putting back on her clothes, and then began to speak. "Come now Goken, I will take you to my home, where your services will be most appreciated." As the priestess walked, Goken and Jiriyuu followed behind. Goken rushed to Naniko's side and asked "So... just what exactly am I in for?" Naniko looked back at him as she continued strolling down the nature path and replied "Do not worry, I will explain everything in full detail when we reach my home... but for now, let us all soak in the beauty of this blessed forest." End of Chapter 1
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It's shopping time! After wearing pull ups for a while Lumi thinks she can now wear big girl panties. She goes from shelf to shelf, looking for lace and pastel colors, dreaming of wearing those cute panties. But before she realizes it, her pull ups are soaked again... Longer version with a diaper change in a public bathroom available here.Free -
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Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/MessyAcademy ~Update 0.13 content~ ~Adjustments~ - There is now options at the start of a new game, after Miki is done explaining things. The options to play from the start as normal is there and an option to jump straight to day 19 where you can head right into one of the six route options for now. (side girls: Zoey, Bridget and Lola do not have route part 1 yet.) ~New content~ -Route part 1 has been added. (For Miki, Nova, Erika, Heather, Juliet and Rachel.) [Warning: Zoey, Lola and Bridget do not have their route part 1 yet!] -New skip buttons added. (Jump to select parts of the game to see new content quicker for previous players.) -Rosa's sprite cat maid outfit was added. (Day 16: section 1) -Lola's sprite mech pilot cosplay was added. (Day 15: section 1) -Zoey's sprite sexy bunny outfit was added. (Day 15: section 1 & 2) -Bridget's sprite fantasy outfit was added. (Day 13: section 1) -Nova's sprite ??? outfit was added. (Nova's route part 1) [Enjoy ] -New bg art added! Library (day, sunset, night) -New bg art added! Restroom -New bg art added! Cafeteria (day, sunset, night) ( New music (nearly all of it) is being added in Update 0.14 or update 0.15 I noticed that if I were to go through and add the 3 new tracks for days 1-19+ now. I'll have to do extra unneeded work and time to go back when I have some of the other general tracks that fit for spots. I know this sucks to hold off on, but I would rather have most of the general tracked needed for the day to day stuff added at once. Rather than going back and having to do extra adjusting that could be better spent on other content for now. I hope you understand.) ( CG scene featuring all the main girls take takes place on day 17 is in process of being completed still, waiting on the artist to get back to me since my last update with them a few days ago from July 31st. Sorry for this, will be added in during the hotfix in August. ) ~Known or possible issues being looked into~ (feedback very helpful! <3) - Nothing that I am aware of. If you think you found a visual bug or have a major game breaking issue, etc. Please let me know using our email: [email protected] or on the server's discord, patreon messages, etc. ~Things being considered/planned additional content~ -Brandon accident choices. (days 1-19) (Brandon will have moments through the game that force him to try holding in his urge to use his diaper. This will be part of a mini game, seeing how most games only reward players for "losing". We want to make this mini game feel fun and when you beat it, you will have an accident. Instead of beating it to avoid an accident, as it feels like in these kind of fetish games. It's not really fun to lose a mini game to get your "reward" in this sense. As I assume most people will want to have accidents. We will have a poll to ask what everyone thinks is the best way to handle this though.) -Classroom section choices. (more interaction with class related focus) (Very small additional content, but classroom moments in the game will receive some more interactions for choices that are fitting and try to play up the classes taking part feel.) -Earlier main story adjustments. (days 1-19) (Main story details added earlier, light punishment stuff seen between staff and students. General adjusting of the writing to put it more in line with how route's writing feels like, aka make the dialogue a bit more smooth, some minor details of actions and details of setting up the scenes better, etc.) -Section loading screens. (Visual art added for moments between major scenes to load) -CG gallery gui added & ost gallery added. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Below are changelogs for update 0.14 which just released as of the date of this post, for our $5+ patreon supporters. It will be exclusive until Oct 5th.) ~Update 0.14 content~ ~Adjustments~ -Day 18 sec 2: We made changes to how Joey and Erika are seen during the moment when Joey crawls under the table. Should give a more clear idea what we intended for this to display, as some people were getting the wrong impression from it before. New dialogue! -Day 5 sec 3: We made a new option, before John tries to deliver punishment with a girl. Players now have the choice to stand up and try stopping the punishment from happening, skipping it altogether. This change was for those who really dislike being forced to have any punishment happen, so hopefully this will be fitting. New dialogue! -New jump options: We added new jump options for the side girl routes and the adjustments above. ~New content~ -Route part 1 has been added (For Bridget, Lola and Zoey.) -Additional skip buttons added. -New CG art (day 17 idol event.) (OC background sprites: We have two characters to add into the game, but sadly given some adjusting we'll be doing soon to older content. We're going to hold off on adding them in with update 0.14. We'll be keeping an eye out for fitting moments where we can really make some good use of these oc characters, as we adjust older content. Sorry about this, we ensure you the wait shall be worth it!) (Music: This is going to be added into update 0.15, given how we're handling the music being added. It's best to have everything for tracks ready before we begin this process, plus we're not allowed to use tracks we haven't paid for. By the time update 0.15 releases, we'll have the tracks all paid off, making it ideal timing.) (CG art: Update 0.15 will be light on cg art, but we're currently trying to work out some things behind the scenes with this. The short summary is our cg artist had major delay issues with the day 17 idol cg scene, so we're trying to test if they're turnaround time on finishing scenes are going to be better and work overall for the project or not. We have some ideas in mind, possibly bringing in another artist if we need to. But we're trying to be careful on this, as we don't wish to rush or waste funding on this to find out things will run into future issues. Thank you for understanding, Our goal is for Update 0.16 to fully unleash 4+ cg scenes per update.) ~Known or possible issues being looked into~ (feedback very helpful! <3) -Nothing that I am aware of. If you think you found a visual bug or have a major game breaking issue, etc. Please let me know using our email: [email protected] or on the server's discord, patreon messages, etc. ~Things being considered/planned additional content~ -Adjusting older content. (days 1-19+) This is mainly to bring the writing quality up to speed when compared to our ideal writing seen in the route parts. But this will also include some expanding on stuff, so think of it as fixing old content while adding new content to keep it fresh. (Jump buttons will be used as we do this, to let players get straight to newly adjusted content.) This will be a ongoing effort, but added with this we'll add in features like the player accidents minigame dialogue/areas with placeholder choices where the minigame would pop up for it in the future. Classroom and main academy storyline will receive more focus added to older areas to help keep up the academy storyline taking place. -Loading screens. (Visual art added for moments between major scenes to load.) -CG gallery gui added & ost gallery added. (Most likely in update 0.16) End of changes. Overview: Messy Academy is an 18+ adult/porn visual novel that focuses on diapers! It's a general school life, slice of life feeling series that not only focuses on the adult related focuses. But it contains comedy, drama and romance as well! There is excellent world and character building going on in the game and on the surface. This might just look like another adult porn fetish style game, which it is.. But! It's much more than that and don't expect to jump right into having sex in this game, as it leans more on the realistic side without being too realistic either. Not to confuse this game or compare it to other diaper fetish games out there, this game does feature actual sex and acts that most games within that genre don't touch. That being said, this game doesn't have focus on adult baby or abdl aspects either though. ~Story summary~ You play as Brandon Wilkins, a 20-year-old decently geeky guy who is tired of being a virgin. Unsure yet if he simply wishes to get laid, or find a girlfriend, he begins his search online, and comes across an interesting webpage for one. Kaikaku Academy, an all-girls private college campus. Briefly fantasizing what it would be like to be the only guy in a school full of women, the reality that they'd never let him through the gates, let alone enroll there, leaves Brandon feeling crestfallen. Before he closes the webpage, he notices it isn't a well-secured website, and begins digging around. Not only does he uncover a loophole in their security protocols, but also in their enrollment contract. He decides to put down his name, along with those of his two buddies, onto the transfer list. What did he have to lose, after all? Weeks passed with no word, and he almost forgot about it entirely, when a letter arrived notifying Brandon of his acceptance of transfer into the academy. He quickly confirmed his friends had received their acceptance letters as well, and they shared daydreams of the possibilities awaiting them in an academy filled with girls. The boys excitedly arrive on their first day of school, their thoughts already filled with chasing after the girls and getting to have the school all to themselves. But their little celebration is short lived after they meet John, one of the teachers at the school, who introduces them to the rules. The main one being that in order to attend Kaikaku Academy, students must wear diapers at all times, and to make matters worse, access to restrooms is forbidden. After a tough decision, they all agree and accept the academy's conditions. Being the only boys in an all-girls school is too great a temptation for them to pass up. But will they survive the punishments? Can they figure out how the school keeps this all a secret from the public? Will their goal of getting girlfriends even be possible when they're all wearing diapers? Tags: (placeholder 3d) 2d, Drama, Slice of life, General school life. Male protagonist, Avoidable NTR, Avoidable Extreme BDSM, Handjob, Diapers, Forced Accidents, Natural Accidents, Diaper upskirt/flashing, Diaper changing, Thighjob, Assjob, Enemas, Farting, Facesitting, Wetting, Messing, Humiliation, Petplay, Master/Slave, Watersports, Underwear fetish, School setting, Anal sex, Vaginal sex, Oral, Anal/Vaginal Fingering, Clothed sex, Straight sex, Creampie, Footjob, Pregnancy, Creampie, Cum inflation, Kissing, Groping/Rubbing, Bukkake, Titfuck, Dirty talk, Erotic spanking, Group sex, Outdoor sex, Public sex, Big tits, Small tits, Unlockable sexual content. (Tags can be updated later.) ~!~Disclaimer~!~ Messy Academy contains scenes of sexual content and is intended for adults only. Any art or implying of characters being underage within the game aren't meant to be done so. While the game is set at an academy, these characters are not underage or minors, nor are they based on anyone in real life. Anything that might suggest these mentioned themes are purely part of fetishes or kinks that might be suggestive, but not intended to play them off as underage characters. There might be routes and choices in the game that lead down some hardcore content, we try our very best to keep a updated list of tags towards the top of this page to warn of this content, in most cases these extreme or hardcore content choices are optional and will give a warning within dialogue or story before hand. We understand that even if our story and character building could be good enough to stand on its own, not everyone will be interested in a game that still has a focus on diapers. That's your choice, as much as one might choose not to play any game with "insert fetish/kink here". 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Version I is becoming obsolete in the way I'm working the story. First of all, you are going to see the story through a class monitor's view point, first person. That means you don't see what your character looks like.... But your character is a male. There are going to be more interactions with the reader of the story, so it will be more like a role playing drama than just a story, but still not quite an rpg or game. The story start is also quite different, and I've actually gotten to a point that I think I like the new frame work I'm building, so I will probably continue with it this way. Once I get a few days added to the story, I would like anyone that is downloading the story or look at to tell me their input about mechanics, story line, and pictures. I do have a little bit of a problem with the pictures though, in that I can only make them do what the Sims4 will do, or what mods I can get to get certain poses. My own pose making program seems to not be working now, so I have to depend on what I can find. Still, I think I have enough that I can make the pictures close to what I want to show. I do have some bit of the new introduction done, but without any pictures as yet. I don't want to put the new version out until I have a few pictures to go with it so you can see what vision I have for this project when you see it. Anyway.... I hope to have the new version ready... or at least enough of it, that I can put out the new story on the 21st or 22nd Japan time. That would likely be more than 12 hours earlier for you Americans, where I'm from.Free -
Hello, I'm looking for an abdl wattpad story. The story was about a girl who was made a baby again by her parents due to stress at school. She is put back in diapers against her will and treated like a baby. I think her name was Emily. I started reading the story but can't find it anymore. Do you have any idea what story that could be?
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First public wetting on a hike View File I went in a hike that has no bathrooms on purpose… it all started when I went on a run with a full bladder.. I leaked a little accidentally and then got turned on and wanted to set myself up for an accident. so I drank a bottle of water finished a mile trying hard to hold it, then I drive to my hike place (10 minute drive) When I got there I drank more (a coconut water) then got down desperate already, passed a few groups but my shorts were black so I wasn’t worried ab them seeing my leak stain. I hurried past and went ab my hike then I started running and almost slipped, I accidentally let out a huge spurt of pee. That’s when I started recording. I peed a little here and there when I was running genuinely on accident and my shorts got pretty wet. It eventually started hurting to hold my pee in so I sat on a rock, and for the first time I full blown peed my pants in public. I let go of my crotch and my pussy felt warm as I started peeing immediately I couldn’t and didn’t wanna stop. So I emptied my bladder, then hurried back to my car soaked pee even was in my shoe and trickling down my leg. My shorts weren’t obvious at all so I wasn’t embarrassed when I passed people but I did hurry. I came 3 times in my wet shorts just from peeing myself, and having my pussy rub against my wet undies and shorts. have u ever peed yourself on purpose or we urself up? What ab on a hike? Submitter Wetgirl227 Submitted 08/22/2022 Category Female
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The kinds of videos where usually more than one, but some times just one pretending to talk to someone, actresses act out a scenario. They have a little bit of a story to them, and I tend to find them really cute, but I can never find them when I want to watch them, there's not, like, a tag I can just search I dont think. So post your favorites, I wanna build an easy to access list!
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Between about 4:40 and 12:40 in this video, the whole cast talks about both kinds of desperation. Mostly male (not really into it) but Barbara’s story about her friend is fantastic.
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Hi, I have written a lot of stories on here but unfortunately I won’t be around for a fortnight starting this weekend as I will be away from home with no access to this site. However while away I plan on writing more omo stories for here and wondered what people would like best. Here’s a few of my current ideas: 1. Two people who meet on this site and share a lot of ‘fun’ omo times on the forums and chat which then develops further into omo video calls and finally arranging to meet in person where they have even more omo fun. 2. short stories of dominant females denying grown men the chance to piss when they really need to. 3. more of my desperate workers series so another 12 months of desperate people at work both male and female and what happens to them. 4. behind the scenes of an omo porn star. (Short stories of fictional female omo porn stars and the before the video starts, while making the video and what happens afterwards) any thoughts and feedback is appreciated
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I've been into this ever since I can remember. I have vague recollections from my kindergarten years where a kid who was in my class wet himself and I was very interested in it. When I was in elementary school a saw the aftermath of many wetting and I remember being very fascinated with them. I also discovered masturbation very early on: whenever I had to pee, I would play around with myself and it felt really good. I would often lay down on floor, face down, hands in my pants and just enjoy the feeling that a full bladder mixed with genital manipulation gave me. Of course I was totally oblivious to what I was doing. I had a hunch it was something dirty, something "not ok", and never discussed the subject with any adult. I think that might be what cemented the connection between urine and sexuality for me. But it still doesn't explain why I'm specifically into wetting and not just pee. I also remember that were some times when I was interested in both boys and girls wetting their pants, but boys soon took over as the main focus of my interest. I had my own share of wetting accidents as a kid, but nothing out of the ordinary. I was never known as the pee pee pants kid. But I remember I was already fantasizing about my own accidents not too long after they'd happened. When I grew up and entered middle school I started exploring my sexuality and that's when I realized I was something different from the other guys in my class. They were talking about girls and how hot they were, boobs, vaginas, I-fuck-your-mom jokes and all of that middle school silliness, exploring their own developing heterosexuality. I felt lost because I knew girls didn't interest me, but I felt even more lost because I had this deep secret I couldn't tell. I liked boys wetting themselves. That's the only thing I was sure of. But I still didn't know it was a sexual thing. On top of that, I was a pretty regular kid with regular kid interests and hobbies, I liked cars and videogames, didn't talk with a lisp and my wrists weren't limp, so it never dawned on me that I was gay. Even though I was suddenly falling in love with half of my male classmates lol. I know it sounds silly, but that's how stereotypes work in the mind of a middle schooler from 2009 who never knew gay guys could be anything other than trash-tv queens and men who dressed up as women. [I hope my words don't offend anyone. This is just to show how I felt about it back in the day, in the deep recesses of the closet. I love every gay guy no matter how masculine or feminine he is, limp-wristed or not lol. Now back to the story!] I spent the whole prima media year [6th grade] fantasizing about boys wetting their pants in every possible way. I had an old dumb phone that I would use to record tracks of myself becoming vocally desperate and wetting myself in front of the boys I liked. Sometimes it would be the opposite, creating scenarios where the boys I liked would pee their pants and I would react to that. I had an English textbook with little introductory scenes for each lesson unit that had pictures of boys that I found really attractive. Well... I would take a pencil and draw a piss pattern on their pants. Sometimes I would even add a comment from their point of view like "Oh no I pissed myself!" or "oh shit I hope nobody founds out I peed my pants!" Inside a little comic bubble. Lol This until 2010 rolls around. I'm in seconda media [7th grade] and my dad finally decides to have a Wi Fi connection installed in our house. Prior to that, I had no way of accessing the internet. I'm excited but I'm also a bit scared. I didn't know what this secret of mine was about. For all I knew, it might have been a mental illness and I the only person suffering from it in the world. So one day I decide to google something along the lines of "I love pissing my pants" after a similar search in Italian had yielded poor results. And that's how I came across Mikisit's Tumblr page. I couldn't believe my eyes. A treasure trove full of pictures and videos of guys wetting their pants. My hormones were going crazy. But more importantly, Mikisit's Tumblr page made me realize what my secret really was: a sexual fetish. A kink. And I WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT HAD IT! This was a big relief for me, but at the same time it instilled a big fear into me: does this actually mean that... I'm gay? I had my dark moments where I tried to abstain from the fetish in the hopes that it would go away. This would always end in catastrophic failure, since my abstinence only made the inevitable relapse ever so sweeter. At the same time I would try to watch "straight and normal" porn, masturbate to "straight and normal" porn, fantasize about girls... and I reckon I could have fallen asleep faster than getting even mildly aroused. "Straight and normal" porn was the most boring and uninspiring thing there was for me. But then there were also times when the fear of being gay subsided for a while, and that's when I got the courage to wet myself on purpose for the first time. I remember I put on an old pair of briefs I had laying around in my closet, and with a full bladder I hopped inside the shower and... nothing would come out. My brain was stopping me from wetting myself. I'd tried wetting my briefs with water a couple of days before, and it was very exciting. Now i was more excited than ever, but I just couldn't let go. I had to concentrate... And concentrate... And concentrate... When it finally happened. I let it go. I wet myself. I was more excited than I'd ever been. The whole experience just felt ecstatic. How could something this weird, this unusual, this frowned upon feel so damn good? I felt like new doors of perception had been opened to me. As time went by, I became more and more familiar with what the internet had to offer in terms of male omorashi. Mikisit's Tumblr blog and the rest of Tumblr's goodness, the great stories on Experience Project, Yahoo Answers and, of course, Omorashi.org . The good old wetting videos on YouTube and Vimeo. Anything I could lay my hands (or rather, my clicks) on. The years went on and in terza superiore (10th grade) I feel deeply in love with a guy in my class. Another one in the great series of my teenage years' unrequited loves. We had a fight and when our friendship died down it made me feel so sad that I remember crying hidden in my room. This event led me to an epiphany. As if by magic, I suddenly realized I was gay. Now the world made sense. That special interest that I'd had for boys, that was because I was gay. The funny feeling in my tummy when I was with him, that was being in love. And me liking guys wetting themselves... That was also because I was gay. Once I figured it out, I accepted it right away. I'm gay and that's fine. But I still had a problem. I still hadn't fully accepted my fetish. It felt weird that i was able to come out to people, to tell them I was gay, but still had trouble accepting omorashi. The thing is, omorashi is not a secondary thing for me. It is the primary force of my sexuality. It is what really gets my motor going. There is nothing in the world of sex that excites me as much as omorashi does. How could I find my way in the dating world when all my potential partners wanted dick picks, ass picks and talked about anal penetration and being a top or a bottom, when deep inside I wanted to tell them "actually I don't really care about penetrating you or you penetrating me but I would sure love if you could piss your pants for me"? This is a crucial question and it's what stopped me from finding a sexual partner many times. Over the years I finally accepted who I was fully, including my omorashi side. I got more and more brave with my wetting exploits, which I will tell you about in detail in the future. But getting an omorashi partner is always hard. I tried mentioning wetting to people and was ghosted many times. There seem to be fetishes like BDSM, masochism, and foot play that are well known and less taboo to talk about, but omorashi is not. With perseverance I managed to find somebody who would try omorashi for me, and it was a very nice experience. I also got to know a few people who share my passion for wetting, and that was very nice too. But many steps have yet to be made for our community. I want to end this post saying that if you ever feel like your wetting fetish is wrong, don't worry. It's not. You are what you are. It's nobody's choice, nor fault. Wetting your pants feels good and hurts no one! Plus it's also pretty tame and soft-core compared to many other fetishes, so there really is no reason to feel ashamed and to live in denial. As always, feel free to comment, share your thoughts and ideas etc. I really love reading from you and interacting with you. I really hope you enjoyed this read and found it worthwhile.
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It's the hot Summer season and Lumi has not been sleeping too well. After having her diaper dry in morning for a few days, she decides to try some panties for comfort. For once she sleeps like a baby despite the heat, but when the alarm sounds, there's a wet surprise awaiting... 5:38Free- 8 comments
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Not sure if there's any other Cr1tikal fans here, but he recently posted a video where he tells a story about how he suddenly needed to pee badly during a car ride with no decent bathroom nearby and the ensuing quest for relief. No pictures or video of it is shown, but maybe some of you will enjoy the story 🙂 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2TrBxiulPyM
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This is my first attempt of a series of short stories I plan on making, if the feedback is good I'll be motivated to write more! Also this helps me become a better writer, I hope to one day be a pretty popular writer on here, so let's see! (This will be a fiction series) On a bright sunny morning of November the sun was shining brightly through kaileys blinds as the alarm on her phone was going off. "Ughh.." she groaned and stretched checking the time and she wasn't late, thankfully, yesterday she woke up 20 minutes late and barely made it out the door, but she wasn't letting that happen today. She got out of bed and took off her pink pjs and took off her plain white panties and threw them on the floor and grabbed a pair of adorable pink panties with little white hearts all over them and she matched that wonderfully with a pink bra, and while she was checking herself out in the mirror she held her Crotch and groaned "gotta empty the morning bladder" she said to herself and put on a black skirt that went quite a bit above the knees.. but she didnt care, she liked the attention and, deep down occasionally she would like to tease the guys that tried to look up her skirts, she found enjoyment in that, she also loved the fact that she was absolutely beautiful and claimed to be the most beautiful girl in grade 11, her luxurious blonde hair captured the attention of most guys, and she always made it soft and wavy in the morning so it flowed beautifully down her back and shoulders, her eyes were an ocean blue and her face was soft and cute, she was pretty curvy and she also had a set of nice breasts which she took pride in greatly! After she emptied the main drain she sighed in relief and got to getting ready and soon she was out the door! She said goodbye to her parents and went on with her day and met her best friend Jessica down the street and they hugged and bounced up and down, kaileys skirt bouncing up and down with her opposite body movements and they giggled and chatted the whole way on the bus, the 2 girls were both beautiful, both blonde and both kinky, making a perfect little friendship. They arrived to school and kailey went to the cafeteria and got a milk to start her day and they walked throughout the school before finding a spot to sit for the next 20 minutes before the bell rang, they chatted and giggled the whole time as kailey drank her milk and Jessica sipped her coffee Jessica saw under the table that kaileys legs were spread and she saw her panties "nice pink panties, they look adorable on you" she said and kailey giggled wiggling on the seat keeping her legs spread, not afraid for people to see "Thought I'd tease a few boys today and give them something nice to look at" she giggled and kept them spread out as guys looked at her but not up the skirt.. yet. The bell rang for first period and the girls waved goodbye, kailey was starting her day off with English class, followed by Math, 2 classes which which she was pretty good at.. she pulled out her big water bottle and set it on the very right corner perfectly of her single desk and pulled out her textbook and she remembered 'oh shit, I've got a science test 4th.. I completely forgot' she thought and twirled her thumbs in her beautiful silky hair.. the day dragged on and she kept drinking from her bottle, filling her bladder, she didnt have a really big bladder, so 4 little bottles of water was enough to fill her little bladder. When it was lunch time a few hours later, she was studying for her science test, she was with Jessica again sitting outside as guys walked by and she had her legs spread and guys walked by looking and peering up and she giggled, but Jessica noticed that she was squirming pretty badly "Kayls?" "Yeah?.." she said and turned her legs facing her and tightened her big thighs together "You gotta pee?" She smirked and leaned forward looking up to her on the table, kailey blushed with a red hot face "Maybe.. yes very badly, but I've gotta study for this damn science test, and I cant miss out or I'm just gonna forget" she said whining a bit letting out a whimper which turned Jessica on and she reached up her skirt and touched herself briefly lining the squirming and whining "Mhm, well go use the bathroom you've still got 5 minutes" she giggled and kailey nodded and went to use the bathroom, and when she found it and went inside all the stalls were full and there was girls waiting right in line 'oh my God are you fucking kidding me..'she said and left and went to get her stuff and Jessica was there on her phone "better?" She asked smiling "The bathroom is fucking full" kailey groaned and got her stuff and put it in her bag "Well the bell is gonn-" and as Jessica said that the bell rang and kailey groaned "Mr Macdonald better let me piss.." she said "If not you could go in your panties" Jessica said giggling "No, that's disgusting I dont wanna ruin them and thats so embarrassing" kailey said bouncing up and down squeezing her thighs "Suit yourself" Jessica said and walked off and kailey thought 'Why would she want me to wet myself?.. that's so weird surely it must feel so gross, what a weirdo' and she ran to the last class with her legs clenched and got in her assigned seat right on the middle row on the far left side of the class and set her bag down And when the bell for class rang her teacher walked in and closed the door and passed out the tests to everyone and when he stopped at her table she tapped his shoulder "please.. may I use the washroom?" She said and he shook his head no "You had your chance, so hold it" he said and went and sat at his desk "You may begin" he said and everyone put their heads down and started and so did kailey.. she was so desperate to go she could burst right there, and she still had an 1:15 to go.. she had to try and hold it as best she could.. Midway through the test she was just over halfway done and she was really really needing to go.. and she had her left hand shoved up her skirt clenching her panties, which were surprisingly still dry. But then she let out a leak and she felt a tiny little wet spot which didnt bug her but it meant she wasn't able to hold for much longer.. and she kept on holding it. Throughout the class she kept leaking dampening her panties a bit and she started to panic 'no no no no.. this cant be happening' she said so faintly and let out a spurt into her panties and she whimpered.. they were pretty damp, she lifted up her skirt slightly and saw they were still bright pink except where her bum was, she could feel it being a bit wet and it was warm.. and she enjoyed the little warmth and there was a little bit of a darker spot near the bottom of the chair and a tiny little puddle on the chair 'I cant.. I cant hold it much longer, this is gonna be the end of my life' she said and let out a leak on purpose to see if would relive stress and it didnt.. it made it worse and she grinded her teeth and set her pencil down 'fuck it.. I've just gotta go..'she said and inched forward and lifted her skirt a bit so it wasn't under her ass so it wouldn't get wet and she slid to the back of her chair and rolled her skirt up so her panties were fully visible and she groaned before a loud hissing sound came from her panties, the golden fluid gushed out at a million miles an hour splattering into her oanties causing a loud hissing sound and the splattering of the pee on the floor was loud and she hit her head against the desk and started to cry loudly as it continued to flood out of her, she could.feel her panties getting absolutely destroyed by the hot piss as it spread up the front of her panties and the back.. she continued to pee at full force for about half a minute before it dripped off the chair and the hissing stopped and all that could be heard was the faint cries from her and her skirt flopped back down covering her panties slightly.. they were so warm.. and wet they clung to her soaked pussy nicely but this was a horrible spot to have an accident and she looked down while sobbing her tears adding to the puddle which spread under the whole table to the chair infront of her as it dripped from her chair still.. "Kailey go to the nurse, and take your stuff he said and she packed up leaving her test on the table.. when she walked she left a few dribbles in the hall from her still drenched panties and she sat in the nurses office and called her mom and she rushed to pick her up and soon she got ther and she hopped in the car and rolled up her skirt to inspect the damage and.. it was bad, the front of her panties were drenched, only having a small untouched bright pink spot near the top and the patch up the back went about 2/3 of the way up her ass, and sat back and thought to herself 'that.. didnt feel that bad.. it was just a horrible time, maybe ill try again.. I dont know' Once home she showered and put on a new pair of white panties and threw the drenched pink ones in the wash, and she plopped her pink pjs again and googled "wetting" on and incognito tab and found articles on peeing yourself and why it feels so good and she browsed and browsed before closing the tab and laying down "I'll try it again tomorrow" and she closed her eyes and took a nap To be continued?..
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(Fictional) So, you’ll never guess how bizarre my experience was telling my girlfriend Emilia my feelings. So, we’re both girls and she was always talking about how much she liked this guy or that guy or who knows what. Yet, when push came to shove and said guys ever tried to make a move on her, she’d reject them without a blink. She’s beautiful you see, I mean you look at her and think she should go into modelling, and we know how competitive that is. To me she was my best friend, someone I really connected with. She is smart, cunning, beautiful, err… See, I had a crush on her for years at this point but we’d been friends since high school and I never heard her once mention being into girls unless it was in a fake sorta “girl crush celebrity crush” thing. I didn’t want to risk messing up our friendship since she’s probably not into girls. But, there were moments where I wondered if just maybe she felt the same. The glint in her eye when we’d be talking for hours, the way that she laughed at my jokes that no one else did. This story took place when we were both 19 and freshmen at the same University. And of course, here we were again, talking about- “BOYS! am I right?” she said throwing her head back in laughter. “He should just give it up” I laughed. If you’re curious about how we look I’ll give you a quick description. My name’s Amanda, I’m 5’6, slim build, I have curly long blonde hair and a few small light freckles around my nose. I have light blue eyes and have been told I’m “crazy girly,” So that’s me lol. Amelia is about the same height as me, slim build, has gorgeous long brown hair that she curls the bottom of, light brown eyes, and is girly too but doesn’t wear dresses everyday like I do. Anyways, back to the story. Then the bell rang and it was time to go home. Amelia said she would come over to my place to study Chemistry together. She was quite a bit better at it than me so I of course was in. As we were about to leave the school Amelia stopped walking for a second. “Actually, I’m just gonna run to the bathroom for a sec, all that lemonade went right through me." It had been a pretty hot day earlier. We did indeed drink quite a lot of water and juice to stay hydrated. Now it was about 5:30p.m. and a nice cool breeze had picked up making the temperature rather perfect. I just stood outside the doors and enjoyed it. A moment later Amelia returned, “darn, they’re being cleaned right now.” “You could probably just go in anyways.” I said. “It’s okay, I’ll wait till we’re at your place.” she said. Funny enough, Amelia was a bit shy when it came down to it, so it’s not unlike her to not want to disturb someone just doing their job cleaning. We began our 30 minute walk to my student residence. I lived in a small house I rented with 3 other students. They were all on exchange programs right now so I had the place to myself for a while. After about 5 minutes of walking I noticed Amelia was sort of gripping the front of her shirt every so often and walking a little strange. I’ve always fantasized about omorashi practically as long as I can remember. So I couldn’t help myself but wonder and asked. “You alright?” “Hmm?” she said. “You’re just walking a little weirdly, did you hurt your foot or something?” She laughed a little. “No no, honestly I just really need to pee. I didn’t realize how bad it was. Haven’t had to go this bad in forever.” “We could go back if you’d like?” I offered (secretly hoping she’d say no). “It’s fine, we’re already on our way. I can hold it.” she said. We continued talking about our days at school, we took different courses so our schedules were completely different. I noticed that the more minutes that passed the more erratic her breathing became and she began to stutter just a little every so often. I couldn’t help but feel incredibly hot and aroused. I didn’t know what to do, I just wanted this moment to last longer and kept stealing glances at her trying not to make it obvious that I was pretty much staring. I notice her inching her hands downwards as if trying to resist holding herself in front of me and people we were walking by. She was trying to act normal, how cute I thought. About ten minutes from my place she stood still and crossed her legs suddenly and her face went a bit red. I turned and looked at her. “You okay, Emilia?” “Sorry, I just needed to cross my legs. Fuck, I need to go pee.” she said. “We’re almost there” I said. I put my hand on her shoulder and gently stroked her arm. She looked up at me and I smiled at her. She collected herself and took a deep breath. “Okay, I can make it," she said. I was going crazy inside. I couldn’t help it, I basically loved this girl and here she was playing out my biggest fantasy. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t clear my mind of all the things I wanted to do with her right now. We walked even slower to try and make it easier for her moving her legs less. We got to my front porch after 10 minutes and she stood at the base of the three steps leading up to my front door. “…just.. give me a sec.” she said. She bent over and took a couple more deep breaths. She stood up as straight as she could and walked very slowly up the steps and stood beside me. All I wanted was for this to last longer, to pretend I forgot my keys maybe. But I also didn’t want her to be in discomfort longer than needed if she’s suffering or something. I took out my keys and began fumbling with them to grab the right one. I looked at her and noticed she was holding herself bluntly now and bent over a bit staring at my hands as I put the key into the lock and turned it. She began to dance just a little on the spot and bent her head down as I opened the door. It was so fucking cute, I must have been red as well. I was about to open the door when she did her best to stand up and looked right into my eyes and said. “I really don’t know if I can make it inside Amanda,” she looked so sad. I could see tears welling up in her eyes just a little. And she was not one to cry, I mean barely ever have I seen her shed a tear in all these years. “You can, it’s just a few more steps.” I said. “I really can’t, if I move I think it’ll start coming out,” she said, her voice a little shaky. I guess I really just couldn’t hold back after she said that.” “Want me to help?” I asked. “You could lean on me or something.” (I really was wishing I could help in another way though.) She looked at me with her big brown eyes and gave me a little nod. I just stood there for a second. Mesmerized. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The girl I was helplessly in love with standing in front of me, looking right into my eyes, desperate and unable to hold it in well enough to walk. I seriously couldn’t move either for that moment, it was a bit of a long moment though so she eventually began to look a little puzzled at me while beginning to dance just a little again. “Amanda?” She asked. “Sorry- I just uhhh…” I put my hand out slowly on her shoulder again and gently stroked down her arm to her hand. I noticed her face go redder. She crossed her legs together tightly and took my hand into hers and held it firmly. She looked at me with a pained glance. And that was all I could take. I walked right up to her and looked into her eyes and began moving in slowly to kiss her. Really slowly to see if she’d pull back or try to stop me. But instead she closed her eyes and moved in and kissed me right then. She gripped my hand even tighter and we began kissing passionately and I put my hand around her back and held gently onto her hair as we kept kissing. I noticed her body moving a bit erratically as we kissed and wondered how she was doing with that situation still. I tried to look down out of the corner of my eye and noticed her legs shaking a little and her free hand holding herself tightly digging her fingers right in to her jeans to hold on. I pulled back for a moment and without saying anything I opened the door and helped her step inside and closed the door behind us. I turned around to see her still standing right by me, unable to move from holding herself and crossing her legs. Even so, she was still staring at me smiling a little and took one hand to pull me back to her. I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her slightly so her back was facing the wall. Then I led her backwards and pressed her against it. I looked at her and began kissing her again suddenly and moved my right hand off her shoulder and moved it slowly down her side and over her butt and rested it there for a moment. God her body is hot. I felt back up and squeezed her boob. She let out a slight moan. My hand wondered right to her crotch where her other hand was holding firmly. I began to try and put my hand under hers and heard her whimper a little with concern. I looked at her and once my hand was under hers I held her as firmly as she had been. She breathed out in relief and I saw her relax just a little with my help. This was all so surreal, I could not believe it was happening. I began rubbing my hand slowly up and down and she began moaning so softly into my ear. I used my other hand to unbutton her jeans and zip them down. She moaned out louder as my finger unzipping the zipper went over and pressed her bladder softly. I looked at her. “Can I take these off?” She nodded and I could tell she was bracing herself and I took my hand away from holding her crotch. I then quickly pulled her jeans down over her hips and slid them down to her ankles where she slowly and carefully stepped out of them. I quickly opened the sofa bed just a few feet away and led her slowly over to it. She held onto herself the whole time and sat down on the sofa. I got on top of it beside her and gently laid her backwards and she shifted up so she was completely on it lying down now. Still holding herself and whimpering just a little. I could tell she was in a lot of discomfort. I laid beside her and put one arm under her head, holding her to me slightly. I then stroked down her body with my other hand and lightly over her bladder. She winced. I tried to move her hand away from her crotch but she wouldn’t let go. “I’m going to wet myself if I do that…” she said worriedly. I began to kiss her again and as I did slowly maneuvered my hand under her holding her firmly again at first but as we continued kissing I very slowly reduced my firm hold and began stroking her over her panties. For a moment she seemed to give in and started kissing me harder and moaning louder. Then she suddenly squeezed her legs together tightly and I felt the smallest damp spot on her panties. She pulled back. “I’m sorry, I can’t hold it if you do that.” “It’s okay, just relax.” I said, seeing the pained expression on her face. I doubt it was easy for her to stop herself there, it probably hurt a little. I kissed her again and gently tried spreading her legs. She wasn’t moving them at first and I started to just press on her clit and stroke her with her legs closed. She was shaking just a little and moaning as she put her hand around my back and dug her nails in a little. I then put my hand under her panties gently, avoiding her bladder, and tried to move my fingers down. She moaned louder and opened her legs finally to allow my hand to touch directly on her clit. I began rubbing it and she gasped. She clenched her legs together. I whispered “It’s okay, relax Amelia.” as I used my arm to press on her bladder a little. She dug her nails harder into my back. “-but…” I pressed harder on her bladder and pushed at her legs with my hand. She opened them and I immediately started stroking her clit fast and with more pressure. I felt her body tense fiercely under me as she moaned out. I cut her moan short as I kissed her hard and I felt her body relax under me as she released her nails from my back. I felt it right away, she started peeing right on my hand as I continued stroking her. She pulled away from my kiss and started moaning so loudly and smiling with relief. I kept rubbing her clit as I felt her stream strong against my fingers and not seeming to ever end. When she finally stopped peeing, she continued moaning and I kept up my pace. She held onto the bed with both her hands and dug in her fingers. “I’m cumming!” she said. I saw her stomach clench and relax as she moaned out so loud I thought the neighbours might hear. I just stared at her as she orgasmed, I couldn’t help it. I stop and leaned in, kissing her once more. We lay there in silence for a moment. “What just happened?” she finally said, smiling and laughing a little. “Well, I’d been meaning to tell you…” I said, laughing myself. “I kinda guessed. I feel the same way about you, I just suck at saying anything,” she smiled. And that’s how we found out we liked each other. We’ve had many more amazing experiences together since and we’re still together. Funny enough, she later told me she had never had a pee fetish before but that day had changed everything for her. *note: I didn't really proof read this so hopefully the grammar is okay. If you have any story requests let me know! Any feedback is appreciated, lmk what you think of this story ^.^
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Hello! I have just joined and though I would tell my first wetting story from some time in 2019 or 2020! I though I wrote this story down at one point but I guess I never did! Anyways, It all started at a rehearsal for a show choir I was in at the time (I'm not anymore because I moved) I had been drinking water from a large hydro flask throughout the night and my bladder began to twinge as a sat in my chair singing cheesy show choir songs. alas, I didn't think much of it, as I thought to myself "eh I will go after class, no big deal!" Then something great happened, my mom came up to me and said she would be out of the house for dinner and that a family friend would be taking me home. that is when I got an idea, I was going to wet myself in the shower! By the time class was over, my desperation (and horniness) grew. I got into my mom's friends car and she drove me to my house, I acted natural and I think we talked about politics, but at this time I REALLY needed to pee. I ran upstairs and ripped of my sweatpants and jacket. I stood in the shower gripping my throbbing cock, in my tight white underpants DESPERATE to pee! I did this for about ten minutes until I decided I was gonna release it! I removed my hands from my cock and muttered something along the lines of "I can't believe I'm doing this" and then the hot flow started. It came out like a river and I moaned, it felt so wrong yet so right. my tight white undies became yellow and I gripped the side of my shower as my legs started to give way in pleasure. my legs eventually gave way and I fell into my tub as a large puddle formed. eventually this piss stopped and I sat there for a second and said something along the lines of "I cant believe I did that." I then began to masturbate, using the piss as lube. some piss had also gotten on my chest and the smell was heavenly! it did not take me long to cum and the load was hot and massive. multiple spurts of pure lust. after this I took a shower and threw away my soggy underpants as they would never be the same after the events that took place. to this day, this has been my one and only wetting experience as it is incredibly hard to find time to do wettings as I live with my parents and am still in high school. overall though this experience was great and I would gladly do it again! I may not be happy about my fetish but I certainly make the most of it! PS, while writing this I started dripping precum into my pants just thinking about it lol!
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