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MIMI’S LONG WAIT (Panty wetting) By Watcher It was very warm summer day. And that was why lovely Mimi was wearing a rather short, fairly tight skirt which showed off her long, sexy legs to great advantage as she stood at the bus stop, waiting for a ride back to her apartment. But Mimi was getting concerned. She had foolishly postponed going to the washroom at the office as she rushed to complete her assignments before she left for the day. As she left the office the cleaners were washing the floor. so she decided she could wait until she got home. Now, she had missed the 6pm bus. and was going to have to wait for the 6:30. There was no mistaking the the familiar sensation in the lower part of her tummy - she was experiencing an increasing need to pee. So she waited impatiently. She was halfway through waiting for the 6:30. The sensation of her bladder getting fuller and fuller was growing insidiously stronger minute by minute. It was not in itself an unpleasant sensation. Often when she was alone in her apartment and the need to go inserted itself into her awareness, she would wait and let the situation develop, then she would run to the bathroom and explode with relief. In fact, on more than one occasion, at times when she was feeling particularly giddy, or raunchy, or horny, or just a little lightheaded from a glass of wine, or whatever an attractive young 22 year-old feels when her body starts to take over from her mind - she had stood in the kitchen, squeezed her legs together, taken a deep, deep breath, clasped her hands beteen her slender thighs, and started to wet her panties a little. She always had good control. being able to stop and start at will. So she would take a deep breath, hold it, and bending her cute knees a little more she would very carefully and slowly relax, feeling the warmth fill out into the front of her panties, and then the little trickles would zig zag down the insides of her oh-so-sensitive and slender thighs, splash around and tickle the backs of her cute knees and then splash around her ankles and over her petite feet onto the floor. If she was really full, she could wet herself evr so slowly for well over a minute. And as her as her panties became absolutely soaked, she would sometimes,press the front of her short denim mini against her crotch and feel it gradually moisten warmly under her hands. Then she would bend her knees a little, squatting ever so slightly as she clasped her hands under, her small firm bottom, and feel her seat saturate and the flow run down the smooth backs of her thighs and calves. Then she straightened her legs and walk slowly, pressing her wet thighs together as she squelched her way to the bathroom for a long shower and clean up. Another time, she did it sitting down, bending over as she clasped her hands under her thighs. But she didn't find it as satisfying as wetting herself standing. True, her seat became soggy and warm, and a sensual pool formed between her thighs, but it soaked away quickly into the towels she had spread on the seat, so when she stood up, there was hardly a trip to tease those sensitive thighs of hers. Just then a naughty little thought bubbled up out of her subconscious 'Wouldn't it be wonderful to be held in an attractive guy's arms when I wet my panties?" But she dismissed the thought as being ridiculous, for she had been very strictly brought up. Anyway "Back to reality" she thought glumly as the strongest cramp yet made her wince. "This is IT!" she thought to herself as she squeezed her shapely thighs together and bent her cute knees slightly. Grimly she held on, hardly daring even to breathe, one hand on her stomach, and the other clenched in a tight fist at her side, not daring to move a muscle in case she upset the very, very delicate balance between her body's desperate need, and her very well developed sense of decorum of what is proper for an attractive young woman to do, and more importantly what not to do, in public. So, lovely Mimi held on. Each second seeming like an eternity, her entire psyche focused on combating her desperate urge. "Oh God" she said, half praying to herself - "I've never been so close to wetting my panties in public before!" She felt herself starting to shiver a little with the stress. She decided she just had to let go a little, before she reached the point where she would lose all control and wet herself in a deluge of desperation. “I wish” she whimpered softly to herself, her teeth clenched, “that I was only wearing panties! Then I could go and stand on that patch of grass over there and let go, just soaking my panties. My legs would dry of really quickly in this warm breeze – and if I stood really straight, and still, with my knees slightly bent, I would not wet my mini at all” “But” she continued ruefully, “I'm wearing light colored pantyhose. I know it makes my legs look fabulous, but when I wet myself the streaks all down my legs will glisten darkly for a minute or so until they dry off, and everyone within yards will know that I have wet my pants ! Thank God I'm not wearing jeans !” So, she very carefully raised one knee ever so slightly, but just enough to move the front of her denim mini away from her crotch, and moved the other leg back slightly, thinking as she did so - "I must be careful just to wet myself enough to relieve the pressure a bit, and not spill too much to make a noticeable flood." For a moment she wondered if she would be able to control herself - because she was so desperate. She took a deep breath, and held it. Very, very carefully she let herself relax, spreading her knees ever so slightly as she did so, and bending her waist just a little more. For about 5 wonderful, heavenly, exotic seconds she wet her panties, starting off slowly the flow increased - then she sort of jerked her body in a spasm as if she had been startled by something, and stopped the flow. A tiny trickle tickled down the inside of her left leg. "So far, so good" she congratulated herself, quite proud of the fact that no damp patch was going to show in her crotch. "Thank God I didn't wear jeans" she thought again to herself. "If this had happened yesterday" (It had been a 'jean-day' at the office the day before) "I would be absolutely mortified!" Mimi shifted her weight onto her other foot, and repeated her wetting for a little longer. This time she was a little bit too confident, and a stream of mischievious little drips ran down over the front of her knees before she could stop. "SHIT !" she said under her breath, "I wish I wasn't wearing those light skin colored pantyhose!" She knew the pantyhose made her fantastic legs look even more seductive, but she also knew that the little trickle would show up darkly for a minute or so until it dried off a little. "Mimi, Mimi ! Are you OK?" She opened her eyes at the sound of a familiar voice calling her name. Her colleague Gordon from the office had pulled up, across the street, his head out of his car window looking at her. "Oh Lordy!" Mimi thought to herself, "How long has he been there? He must have seen the whole thing!" She felt a lot more comfortable now - but she knew she had only bought herself a few, minutes of respite. "Do you want a ride?" he called. "You look really tired" ("Dear, sweet, tactful, attractive! Gordon") Mimi thought to herself warmly as she called out to him "Sure, thanks", and she started to cross the road. She had no choice but to walk towards him, and she saw him look intently at her legs for a moment as she approached his car. She had liked Gordon, but it hadn’t come to anything for she knew he was "getting over" his breakup with Michelle, who he had been dating for almost a year. But Mimi had noticed his eyes glancing downwards towards her own legs whenever they met in the office, particularly when she was wearing one of her short skirts. She remembered, just after she had joined the Company, the time they passed in the hallway. She had glanced back over her shoulder and saw him walking, almost sideways, staring at her legs. She flashed him a quick, but friendly "Hi - I caught you!" smile, and he turned away, embarrassed. For the next few weeks he had avoided peeking at her legs when they met, and she regretted a little that she had teased him, for he was kind and gentle, and just a little shy around her. Gordon opened the passenger door and she got in, delicately and surreptitiously pulling her quite short skirt down as she sat, so as not to show off "too" much thigh all at once, this early in the game. But she saw Gordon's eyes glancing downwards towards her as she leant forwards, raising her knees up a little as she squirmed seductively into her seatbelt. She glanced at her legs and was acutely aware of the dark streaks running down the front of her legs. They had begun to fade a little as they dried out in the warm air, but "Gordon must know I have already wet my panties !" she gulped to herself. "Are you OK?" Gordon asked again as they pulled into the traffic, "I thought you looked a bit under the weather." "My tummy is upset" Mimi said. She hesitated. It was now or maybe she would never come this close again, in a thousand years. "I thought - actually, I - I thought I was going to, well, wet-my-panties!" she gasped out hurriedly. Gordon shifted in his seat. He seemed to have a problem with the lap section of his seat belt, for he tugged at it to loosen it. "Seat belt too tight?" she half giggled at him. Immediately she regretted what she’d said. There she was, teasing him again! But he was so cute! Gordon ignored her remark. "Michelle had a near miss like that one time. Seeing you standing at the bus stop reminded me of her - so I thought you could do with a ride! Will you be OK?" Gordon glanced at her legs again, and Mimi snuggled down into the bucket car seat a little deeper, stretching out her legs so a little more slender thigh was visible. "I think so" Mimi said slowly, "but I don’t have much time." She clasped her hands between her knees, squeezing her legs together. "I'm sorry - this must be really embarrassing for you (?)" She sounded almost as if she was asking a question, as if hoping he would pick up her curiosity. "No, it doesn't embarrass me" Gordon said kindly. "Like I told Michelle: ‘If you have to go, just go!’ But she got really angry at me, and didn't speak to me all the way back to her place. When we reached her apartment building she just opened the door and ran inside without even saying thanks!" "Well" Mimi said, "I guess she was really desperate and didn't want to disgrace herself in front of you!" Mimi took a deep breath - now or never: "Do you think she made it?" "Oh, I suppose so" Gordon said, then visibly sighed. "Do I detect a little bit of disappointment?" Mimi asked teasingly - "I understand some guys like to see their girl in a mildly embarrassing situation!" Gordon coughed into his hand - "Yeah, Michelle sensed that, and got really angry." "That's understandable" Mimi continued, "some girls are more up-tight about body functions than I am! I mean, if you've really got to go - you've got to go! And I really have to go-o-oh! "My place is closer than yours - we can stop off there, then I'll drive you home. We're only about 10 minutes away." Mimi nodded. The pressure was beginning to build againThe lower part of her tummy felt like a volcano about to explode downwards. And it was painful, each bump of the ride hurt quite a bit. She began to clench and unclench her buttocks muscles, making her bob up and down as she sat up straight, clamping her hands over her tummy. She could feel herself starting to burst, and was very, very tempted to wet her self again - just a little. But she really had to hold on now - she was so close! "Almost there" Gordon said as he pulled into his driveway, pressing the remote garage door opener and driving into the garage. They both undid their seatbelts. Gordon got out first, walked around the car and opened Mimi's door. Mimi was sitting bolt upright, her eyes tightly closed. Once again she was on the tightrope, struggling to hold her beautiful body in balance. And she could feel herself starting to fall! Mimi opened her eyes and looked up at him, blushing in spite of herself - or was she flushing from excitement? Gordon looked down at her upraised face. He thought he had never seen a girl as alluring as Mimi, her hands clasping her legs behind her cute knees, her long slender thighs tightly squeezed together, her long legs and sandal clad feet. Her flushed face framed by shoulder length fair, almost blond, hair. "I can't move" she whispered, "as soon as I stand up I'll, I'll - - -" Gordon didn't let her finish her sentence: "I’ll help you" he said, leaning into the car and placing his hands under her arms. Gently he raised her up as she swung her legs out of the door. "Oh, Oh Oh! !" she gasped as she clung to him, trying to stand up. She grimaced in pain, bending over as she twisted her legs together in a frenzy of activity as she buried her hands into her crotch. "Please hold me" she moaned, "I can't stand up - tummy cramps." she panted. She stretched up, placing her arms around Gordon's neck. "Hold me up" she gasped. Gordon placed his hand under her arms to support her. Mimi took a deep, deep gasping breath and almost screamed in desperation "Hold me" Gordon clasped his hands around her thighs, and held her tightly. She clasped her hands around his neck, and squatted a little. He bent his face towards her as she raised her lips to his and they began to kiss. She gasped another deep breath and relaxed. Gordon pressed up hard against her. She squirmed around in Gordon's hands and relaxed, her slim body writhing a little as she made little whimpering noises through her nose, her moist mouth working tightly against Gordon’s. Mimi was in a delightful, exploding, bursting state of agony! She straightened her arms, arched her back, then flung herself forwards against him. . She took another deep breath, and gave a little sighing push, letting out a long, long keening moan from the back of her throat. She felt her panties begin warm over as she started to wet herself. Her body was in a rapture of relief as she felt her panties stretch a little, then sag down a bit between her thighs. The warm flow was coursing down all over and around her legs. "Please stand for a moment" Gordon said, letting her go. He knelt down in front of her and began to caress her thighs just above her knees, as the streams splashed down her legs. And make it last she did! She started to moan again, but now entirely in ecstasy as she squirmed around against Gordon’s gentle caressing hands, her lithe body undulating gently as her let herself go entirely. Gordon kissed her again - "Finished?" he asked, gently caressing the backs of her thighs. "Almost" Mimi whispered happily, now able to stand. "One more push!" Gordon gave her a great bear hug. "Just hold me tight" Mimi whispered, as she pushed again, saturating her panties one last time. "Finished!" she grinned at Gordon. "I guess we both need a shower." Gordon said quietly. "Yes." Mimi whispered, smiling as she snuggled contentedly against his chest, his strong arms protecting her as if she were a baby bird in a nest. "Let’s shower together".
LISA: THE TRUTH IS DOWN THERE! By Watcher When I was a Research fellow, I used to earn some extra income by supervising undergraduate examinations. . I was supervising a final exam for some Biology students. One of the class members was Lisa, about 22 years old. She was slim, dark haired, and really had long sexy legs to die for! I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her, especially since she was wearing a fairly tight dark blue dress which, I had noticed as she walked in to her desk, came down to about three inches above her knees, so I had a glimpse of tantalizing slender thighs as she sat down. As I said, I had a real problem keeping my eyes off her. I was walking up the aisle from behind when I saw her quickly snatch something – looked like a little notebook – of the desk and quickly put it into her backpack which was hanging from the back of her chair. As I passed she bent her head down and seemed to be engrossed in her work. When I was collecting their exam papers I asked her to come up to the front desk. I leant back against the table and told her what I had seen her do. I asked her to show me the contents of her bag. She placed them on the table – the ususal, change purse, lipstick etc. And a small blue notebook. “Is this the notebook I saw you take off the desk and place it in your bag as I passed you during the exam? I asked firmly. Lisa got really flustered – “I had been reading it before the test papers were given out, and forgot to put it away when the exam started. I hadn’t looked at it during the exam!” she started to stammer, really scared now. I looked at the notebook, it was indeed a very well organized collection of study notes for the course she was being examined on. “You know that if this is reported, you could be expelled from the College, and won’t get your degree! The regulations strictly forbid bringing any material like this into the examination” Now while this was true, we never subjected students to a search as they entered the exam. As soon as I said that, Lisa just stared at me, her lovely large eyes were wide with anxiety. Her mouth was open slightly as if to say something. Her face flushed, then she turned very pale. She leant over on the table and closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. She began to tremble slightly, and I could see she was physically going into a state of shock as she realised the impact of what I had said. Lisa, her eyes still closed, moved her other hand and placed it low over her tummy. She bent her knees slightly, and squeezed her legs together. I heard a faint hissing sound, and as I looked at her legs, saw a little trickle run down between her thighs, then splash around behind her knees and curving round her calves and splashing over her ankles onto the floor. Lisa was wetting her panties! I had often fantasied seeing a pretty girl like Lisa doing just this, and I was fascinated, watching the streams splash down her legs. I imagined her soaked panties, warm and wet, and the sensation of those trickles running down her sensitive thighs. The exam had lasted over three hours, so I wasn’t surprised she had to go quite badly. But this !! Well, this was fantastic !! She turned sideways to hide her face, then turned away from me, so I could see the streams course down the backs of her legs behind her knees. After about 10 seconds or so she stopped wetting her panties, and the streams slowed to just a few drips which still ran down her legs, drop by drop. She started to sob, her face now blushing deeply. I walked over and gently placed my hand on her arm. She turned towards me, her face bent down as she looked at the floor “Lisa.” I said quietly, “I believe you. I won’t report you, of course you can go now.” She briefly glanced up at me, her face was wet with tears, and her lips were trembling as she muttered “thanks” and ran down the hallway to the exit. ====== Several months later I was at a college reception/dance at the opening of a new arts building. I saw Lisa across the room. She had graduated, and was now working as a research associate in the biochemistry department. She was completely out of my jurisdiction now, so I went over to her, and after introducing myself, she indicated she remembered me, asked her to dance. She quickly agreed, and soon we were on the dance floor. It was an old fashioned party, with some of the quieter hits from the 70s playing, so the dancing was slow. After a few moments we were dancing closely, and when the music stopped playing just stood there together, my right arm around her waist, my left hand clasped over hers which she was resting on my shoulder,. Neither of us made any indication of moving apart, so I drew her slightly towards me, and she did not resist. I suggested we go out on the balcony for a drink, and she agreed, so we walked out handin- hand. We stood together, looking over the city lights laid out beneath us like a view from a plane. “Dr. . . . . she began. “Jeff ! . . . . .” I emphasized. “Jeff” she said, holding her glass with both hands and turning to face me. “I never thanked you for believing me at the exam last June.” She looked up at me. “Thanks for giving me a chance!” Then she raised her face and kissed me on the cheek. I gently took the glass from her hands and set it on the table beside us, I took both her hands in mine and she moved close, turning her face to one side she rested her cheek on my shoulder I moved my mouth closer to her ear and said quietly: “I knew you were telling the truth when I saw you wetting your panties!” “Oh God!” she moaned “That was the worst moment of my life – I really mean it. I don’t know what you must have thought of me wetting my panties in front of you!” “Well” I said, as I held her just a little bit more tightly, “If you had really been cheating you would have been prepared for what I said to you.” “Yes” she said – “I would have been on the defensive with my excuses. But your accusation literally took my breath away – I was in shock, I could feel my legs give way, and if I hadn’t had the table to lean on I am sure I would have collapsed onto the floor. Instead, I just hung on to the table. I could feel myself starting to wet my pants, but was paralysed – couldn’t move or stop it from happening. I was so embarrassed afterwards” she went on, with a hint of a laugh in her voice. “You seemed like a really neat guy, and I was so humiliated by my accident I didn’t sleep at all that night for thinking about it!” “I have thought about you a lot ever since then,” I said after a few moments quietness. “I really liked you right from the start, I found you incredibly attractive, and I am so happy I have met you again like this!” “I am so happy too.” Lisa whispered, pulling my head down towards her face. “I was so sure you would have been completely turned off and disgusted with what happened ?” “Oh no!” I whispered back – “Actually” and I hesitated – this could make or break the relationship – “Actually I know this may sound kinda kinky, but seeing you wet your pants was , well, was very, eh, . . .” “Interesting ?” Lisa finished for me, then giggled as we began to kiss, mouth to mouth. “Yes, very, eh interesting, and exciting!” And that was the start of a memorable relationship. Lisa never really got into wetting her panties on a regular basis. But once in a while, when she was feeling particularly sexy, or naughty, she would dress up in that blue dress. I knew what was going to happen, and I was never disappointed.
My Australian Mimi and the “WetSet BBS” By Watcher Last year, I spent three months as an exchange student in Sydney, Australia. It was a great time – lovely country, lively people. I really liked some of the Australian girls – especially the outdoors type, with tanned, long legs who looked fantastic in shorts! Anyway, I was in the college library at about 8:30 in the evening. I had finished my assignments, and was thinking about doing something much more relaxing than writing papers. So, I went over to one of the library’s computers and signed on to the internet. There was no-one else around so I logged on to the “WetSet BBS”, and was soon engrossed in reading some of the accident reports. Then I switched over to Patche’s place and was soon engrossed in one of Lawrence Morgan’s excellent tale about the girl who wet her pants because he wouldn’t let her out of the exam early! Then I switched back to the Wetset BBS. I didn’t here someone enter the library, and was really startled by someone pausing behind me, partially leaning over my shoulder and saying “Hi”. I looked up – it was Mimi, probably the most attractive girl I had seen since I arrived in Australia. You know it’s rude to stare at what someone else is looking at on their screen – unless invited of course – and Mimi wasn’t looking at the screen, because she had moved to beside the monitor. But I felt really embarrassed, for I was sure she couldn’t have helped but see the page I was viewing as she approached me. “Hi” I replied, not knowing just what to say – “Glad I’m not the only one working late. I’m almost finished!”. “Me too – I spent the afternoon in the Science Library, and I’ll only be few minutes” Mimi said “how’d you like to join me for a beer at about 9?” I of course accepted with enthusiasm. It certainly wasn’t every day that I received an invitation like that from such a lovely girl. Mimi walked over to the bookshelves and reached up high to get a volume off the top shelf. As she stretched up, extending her arms high above her head, her tight mini moved even further up her legs, showing her slender thighs and calves, the sexy shape of her long legs was accentuated as she stood on the tips of her toes to reach up and grab the book. It was hard to concentrate on anything after this! So at about ten to nine I went over to the desk she was using. She smiled, and began to put away her books into her backpack. “I’m ready for that beer” she said as she stood up and slung her pack over her shoulders. We crossed campus to the pub, and soon were sitting enjoying our well earned beers. There were very few other students there – it was mid-week. Mimi was sitting opposite me across a small round table. She put down her beer, rested her chin on both hands, and leaning towards me on her elbows softly said “I couldn’t help but notice that you were looking at one of my favorite web-sites!” I was initially embarrassed, then the implication of what she was saying hit me. “Which one?” I gulped out “Well, I enjoy some of the postings on the WetSet BBS” Mimi said, and ‘Patche’s Place is good too, but there hasn’t been much activity there of late. What stories do you like best ?” “Oh,” I said, “I especially like good descriptions of desperation, ending with the girl eventually wetting her panties.” I paused, “How about you ?” “Well,” she said “I like stories where the girl is with a really nice guy in some cosy situation, and he holds her in his arms as she reaches the point where she has to wet her panties, “ Mimi laughed softly, then leant forwards towards me again, looking right into my eyes “I just close my eyes, and imagine I’m that girl!” “Mimi” I asked “Did you ever wet your panties?” “Yes” she said, “But it’s not much fun on my own – I wish I had a guy who enjoyed watching me as I wet my panties.” “Mimi,” I asked “Would you . . ?” Before I could finish my question, Mimi interrupted “Yes ??” “Would you like to go back to the library and browse the net some more ?” Mimi leant back, resting her hands on her thighs, “Not really” she said, shaking her head “Besides, the library will close in about 30 minutes.” We stared at each other, and I could feel the moment of a lifetime fading away. “But,” Mimi began to say – “My folks are away for the week – you could come over to my place and we could browse together!” “OK” I said, “Tonight ?” “Yes” Mimi said. “You have a car, I’ll leave my bike on campus, and you can drive me back in the morning.” Well, when we got to Mimi’s place, we settled down on the sofa, while she hooked up her laptop to the phone line and logged on. I asked her to log onto Patch’s Place, because she wanted to know what stories I liked. So I decided to show her! First we read Lawrence Morgan’s “Test Anxiety”, then I showed her Watcher’s stories! “I know them well” she said, “Especially ‘Mimi’s Mishap!’ ” she exclaimed, “What a coincidence – my name! And then I remember seeing ‘Mimi’s Long Wait’ on the BBS a month or so ago!” Mimi looked at me, reached out and clasped my hands in hers “Are you, Watcher?” she asked quietly. “Yes” I said. “I am Watcher!” I held her hands tightly “And you have made an incredible impression on me!” Mimi leant towards me and kissed my cheek ever so gently, then whispered those magic, magic words into into my ear. “I’ll wet my panties for you – if you would like me to!”
Author's Note: Gurren Lagann spoilers. Episode 13. Also, thanks to MasterXploder for proofreading. --------------- "So that's Teppelin, is it?" Yoko was standing in the bridge of the Dai-Gurren base and battleship, looking over their long-awaited destination first breaking into view. It was certainly an imposing sight, a giant black tower blocking out no small amount of light. And this is what they wanted to see. "Certainly looks like it," Leeron confirmed. "The enemy Gunmen base," Dayakka muttered. "Do we really have the manpower to fight something like that?" "Well, we can't have come this far only to run away now," Yoko concluded. "Even if it looks impossible, we charge forward." Everyone on the bridge solemnly nodded, they all knew where that was going. "That's it." They all turned around to the entrance in to find that speaker, and sure enough, Spiral Princess Nia was right in the doorframe, looking through the windows like the rest of them. "We're so close to my father." "Sure, sweetheart, but we're still so far away from the confrontation," Leeron reminded. "There are still two generals left, they won't just let us through." As if on cue, the radar in the middle of the room began beeping rapidly and loudly, and its operator, Kinon, noticed. "Enemy Gunmen approaching! One of them is really big!" It was hard to miss yet impossible to see with the huge cloud of dust, but a communication channel opened to Dai-Gurren. "You humans have certainly come far, but we Beastmen won't allow you any further! This will be your burial grounds!" The bridge members of Dai-Gurren recognized the voice, but Nia got there first. "Guame, why must you oppose us? We only want freedom for all humans, don't you think that's a noble cause?" "You poor little princess, beguiled by the lies of these lesser creatures. If you wish to believe them, then you will share their fate." Guame's transmission cut off, accompanied by the dust breaking with the power of gunfire, revealing the Four Generals Custom Gunman fortress he possessed. "We're under attack by a general," Dayakka called over the intercom. "Me and Rossiu are heading out in Gurren Lagann," Simon called in. As soon as Simon finished, Kittan came in. "Don't think you're getting all the glory, Simon! We're all heading out too!" "All Gumen dispatched," Leeron announced, watching their sizable amount of mechas fly out, to be met with the larger number of enemies awaiting. Yoko slung the strap of her rifle, hanging on her back, into her arms. "There's a cliffside over to the left for vantage, I'm going to go give some support." She started to run out the door, but a pull on her arm stopped her. It wasn't very strong, Yoko almost dragged them along, but she did stop and turn her head to check, and it was Nia. "Miss Yoko, would you object to me accompanying you?" "You should probably stay here, Nia, it's gotta be safer than going out into the field, regardless of how far out we are." Nia nodded. "I understand, however, I would feel more secure if I were paired with someone that could fight. And I enjoy your company, Miss Yoko!" Considering what happened to her the last time Guame attacked, Yoko wouldn't blame Nia for being nervous. It had been proven that Dai-Gurren wasn't the safest place that last time, too. "Alright, sure. Just don't mess up my shots." Again, Nia nodded, with a big smile on her face. "She should be fine off to the side like that." --------------- Surprisingly, for such a bubbly girl, Nia was being quiet. On one hand, Yoko was grateful that her concentration and aiming wasn't being interrupted, but if Nia insisted on coming along, why wouldn't she make the best of it and at least attempt to hold a conversation? Really, Yoko's sharpshooting skills weren't being utilized much right now, every target she had in her sights would be taken out by a Gunman before she could pull the trigger, so she could afford to talk, even if it was still keeping careful watch on the distance. "If you were going to come along, you might as well talk. It's getting kinda boring up here." Nia had been absentmindedly staring off into the distance at nothing, until Yoko shook her from her trance. "O-oh, I apologize. How's Simon doing?" Yoko didn't even have to look through her scope to see the destruction Gurren Lagann was causing, same as usual. "So that's why you've been so quiet. You're worried about Simon?" "I believe in Simon, I believe that he is capable of anything. So is it unusual for me to be concerned for his well-being?" "Of course it's not weird. We all believe in Simon, but we don't want him to push himself too far. In fact, you've been his most vocal supporter since you got here, so I think it's sweet you're worried." Nia blushed a little at the compliment, looking over the cliffside at the ongoing battle. Plenty of Team Dai-Gurren Gunmen fighting Beastmen, but Gurren Lagann's bright colors and large drill made it stand out, especially to the young princess looking out for it. The mecha in combat was truly an awe-inspiring sight. "Simon," she whispered, "you're fighting so hard. Keep going, we're very close to the end." Unfortunately, watching giant robots wasn't enough to distract Nia from her own problems forever, the actual reason she had kind of blanked out before. Currently, there was a more than negligible discomfort around her stomach (not the fault of her cooking), getting more and more distressing. Now it was awkward, the way her shoes were shuffling and scraping against the rock floor of the cliff outcropping, with her legs rubbing gingerly against one another to ease her uneasiness just a little. "A-actually, Miss Yoko..." "You don't need to be so formal, Nia. Just 'Yoko' is fine." "...Very well, Miss Yoko. The truth is, I'm having a dilemma at the moment, and I'm at a loss as to what I should do." "Sure, what's bothering you?" "I...I need a visit to the water closet quite urgently." The fact that Yoko could understand Nia's stilted, antiquated dialogue was a miracle in its own right, so it took her a few seconds to decode that one. "You need to use the bathroom," she asked, turning back to look at Nia, who nodded in embarrassed agreement. Yoko looked back at her rifle, while muttering, "you're not the only one." "Did you say something, Miss Yoko?" "Don't worry about it. Just that I've gotta piss too." Nia tilted her head to the side in confusion. "Why do you wish to be 'pissing off'? Would that not mean you are angry?" Once again, Yoko needed to think some to decipher Nia. "Right, I guess the same word in different contexts would be confusing to you," she whispered to herself, before speaking up to the other girl. "Sorry about that, I meant to say that I need to go same as you. Do you think you can hold it until we can get back to Dai-Gurren?" Once again, Nia's shoes scraped the stone below them. "I...I 'm really not sure. It's very uncomfortable at the moment." "I hear you, and the fight looks like it's got quite a while before it wraps up. We'll be waiting a while." "You don't appear to be ailing too badly, Miss Yoko." "I've got practice in holding, and I need to be able to stay still to take steady shots. But believe me, I've really gotta go. Would have been nice if Guame didn't attack." Nia nodded in agreement. "So, what do you want to do about it?" "Is there an option we can take?" "If you can find any place that covers you, no reason you can't just go outside." "Humans can do that," Nia asked in amazement. The amount Nia was learning despite being around humans for a little while was...staggering was a word for it. "It might be a little tricky for us girls, but it's not impossible. Though, a delicate princess like you, not sure if you could..." "I'll do it!" Yoko was not expecting an answer that quickly, let alone an affirmative one. "Huh?!" "I will gladly give a portion of my modesty if it means preserving the greater goal. Having an accident is something I would like to avoid, but it appears it's approaching quickly." Hesitating very little, Nia took the forefinger and thumb of both hands and used them to grab the end of her short dress, lifting the fabric upwards and revealing her underwear. She needed to demonstrate a point to Yoko, that her pure white panties had a little stain of yellow, the result of a couple tiny leaks that were threatening to increase. Yoko needed to face Nia again to see what she was talking about, and her heart nearly stopped when she got the full look at the princess' royal treasure. "Nia, put that down! The Gunmen can still see us from over there!" Upon being yelled at, Nia quickly let her dress fall back into place. "Do you suspect them to observe us?" "Never underestimate a man's penchant for perversion," Yoko warned, with life experience backing her words. "But it does look like you're at your limit. Look around and see if you can find someplace out of sight of the Gunmen, and...we'll figure it out from there." Nia nodded and walked in her normal, odd way, usually graceful but probably more due to discomfort this time, leaving Yoko alone with her rifle...and her bladder. She was doing an excellent job at hiding it, but as she had said, she was most certainly holding, quite a lot. And laying on her stomach for taking shots was not helping her capacity, and neither was the slight chill that came from her standard, revealing attire. It honestly wasn't too surprising that she ended up in a predicament like this. In order to keep her energy up, Yoko needed to eat a lot, which also meant she needed to drink a lot. Enough that, if it hadn't strengthened her bladder muscles, she'd be running to the bathroom all the time. For now, the redhead was doing okay for herself, but it wouldn't last much longer. She had already wanted to relieve herself when she was still in Dai-Gurren, and it was no better after all this time waiting and sniping. Of course, she'd still let Nia go first, Nia was the one on the verge of losing it, but Yoko would not be far behind. Assuming Nia found anything. Speaking of Nia, she was currently wandering around the rock wall, slowly as she was beginning to submit to her body's desires. Her left hand was lightly pressing against the front of her dress, pushing it a little into the front of her panties, but not enough to transfer the wetness. It didn't do anything to actually keep hold, but it made her feel better. Unfortunately, she had slim pickings on how to remove the pain. The floor they were using along the cliff did not stretch across much of the wall, and it just so happened that it was always facing the battle. No matter where she went, it was still always possible she would be seen. And if Yoko was right that it would happen..."No, I shouldn't think of such things!" She dwelled on it, it would end in disaster. Maybe she didn't have the best frame of reference for her limits, considering she had never really held for long before. She didn't know how much pain was workable, how much she could handle, but it certainly felt like she was close to exploding...somehow. Not like she drank much today, she didn't need to go before Guame's attack, it just appeared harshly afterwards. Now she was starting to worry, if she couldn't find any suitable cover, what were they supposed to do? Would she just have to accept having an accident? Just as the uncertainty began, it lost its purpose. On the portion of the cliff face next to her, hidden from ordinary view, was a large crack in the stone nearly perpendicular to the wall, wide enough to fit into. At that angle, you'd have to stand in a very specific spot to see anything happening inside. And, quickly peeking inside, Nia didn't see anything inside that might pose a problem. This would work. "Miss Yoko, I've located something!" "Thank you," Yoko sighed, throwing her rifle around her back and springing to her feet. Only after she was standing did she realize, sudden motion like that was a horrible idea. The jump jolted her bladder hard, so hard that it couldn't handle all its contents for a second. For the first time in this ordeal, some dribbles escaped, and she could feel the little bit of warmth soak into her underwear. "Oh, I'm running out of time," she breathily exclaimed as she wasted no time running to the source of Nia's shout. At least Nia didn't wander too far, so Yoko caught up quickly. She found the princess, somewhat happy about her discovery but looking nervous as well. Yoko looked over the alcove, it did meet the requirements she specified, but wasn't much more than that. It was shallow, only one of them would fit in at a time. And it was narrow, she'd barely be able to slide in and there's no way she could do anything but remain upright. No problem for her, but... "Nia, do you think you'll be okay with standing?" A look of realization washed over the princess' face, and she looked into the cavern a few times. "I...I hadn't considered that. Is that something I'm capable of? I've never relieved myself standing before." She began dancing in place, grabbing her crotch through her dress, it looked pitiful. "It's trickier, without a doubt, but it's possible." Yoko began squirming, spurred on by both Nia's lead and her own desperation, bending over a little while rubbing her thighs against each other. Any onlooker would be able to tell, both of them wouldn't make it much longer, even Yoko was doubting herself. The niche in the rock was not ideal, but she needed to get in there as soon as possible. "If you'll let me go first, I can show you what you'll need to do." Okay, maybe that was giving up more privacy than she should have, but this was an emergency situation. Nia's face turned nervous, and Yoko could tell what she was thinking. Nia didn't want to wait, she might not be able to. She didn't want to take relief from someone else who needed it more, but she couldn't hold herself back much longer. "May I please have it first? I feel as if I may burst!" Unfortunately, all of this was the same as Yoko, just as bad a situation, but she couldn't bring herself to deny Nia this. "Okay, you go first, and I'll try and help you." She was tough, surely she could hold out another minute or two. Shaking, Nia still bowed, as much as she could. "I thank you for your consideration, Miss Yoko." She ran into the crevice immediately, not letting go of the area between her legs. Soon, she was out of sight, which meant she could pull down her underwear, dropping them to her ankles, She attempted to remove them entirely, but when she moved her foot forward to slide it out, her knee hit the wall in front of her before it could get far enough. There just wasn't enough maneuverability in here. And now that her privates were out, the signal was sent that it was time to empty, erroneously or not. The pee wasn't coming out in a full stream, more shooting in little spurts, just barely clearing the front of her underwear as it splashed onto the ground directly in front of her feet. It didn't even go far enough to hit the front of her skirt on its way out. She began panting hard and shallow, chest heaving rapidly as she mustered the willpower to keep it all in just a little longer. It worked for the time being, but it would only work once. "Miss Yoko, what do I do now?!" Outside, Yoko was doing pretty poorly. She was leaning her back against the cliff face, her rifle pressing against her spine, legs now crossed fully as she bounced where she stood. "Y-you need...need t-to use your...hands to a-aim..." Just thinking about peeing was painful enough, and now she had to describe the action. It was too much to deal with, more leaks running into her clothes, starting to soak through her shorts and run down her legs, streaking into her thigh-high socks. She grabbed harder, but it wasn't doing much. "I'm sorry, Nia, I can't do it!" That meant the princess was on her own, just Yoko's few strained words as guidance. "Use my hands?" She had no idea what to do with that information, but she'd need to figure it out quickly because her time was up. Her bladder completely lost its hold as all its contents flowed out of her body in a tinkle. Even her pees were light and delicate, no matter how bad she had to go. Problem was, without a lot of force (and general female disadvantages), the yellowed liquid was dropping straight down, further staining her pure-color panties. And her legs were so close together, thanks to the binding at her feet, that some of it was dripping down them too. Ever since leaving the Capital, finding other humans, and joining Team Dai-Gurren, Nia had been learning and discovering so many things. She had never thought about her body before and how it worked (ironic given her father's work), but now that she was facing a problem she'd need to solve, the critical thought drill was spinning. She was now considering her biology, or the little she knew about it, which was enough to arrive at a realization. Her left hand lifted her dress up, while the slender fingers of her right hand began shifting her girlhood around. It was not an immediate success. She was working at random, she had to deal with the failures of making no difference, spraying everywhere in a wide area, peeing right onto her hand, but she learned, her tactic evolved into something that worked just fine. Now the stream was getting some distance...about 6 inches worth, when it crashed into the wall, cascading down like a light waterfall. She didn't moan, sigh, or make any sound outside the liquids she couldn't control, but she closed her eyes and smiled. This felt really good, especially now that she was doing it correctly. Too bad the red-headed sharpshooter was doing worse and worse. She was on the razor's edge of an accident just thinking about Nia getting to go, that burning need was amplified exponentially by hearing it, regardless of how quiet it was. She was trembling, squatting so far down she was almost sitting (which was not doing her bladder any favors), clutching her shorts with every bit of strength not being used by her bladder. By now, she had undone her belt, the only thing holding up her unbuttoned shorts, both to give her stomach some room to breathe and in anticipation of ripping them down when the time came. It wasn't enough. Leaks of varying sizes, but getting larger by average, continued flooding Yoko's clothes, even her socks were getting soaked. Black shorts could only hide so much when there was just such a large volume. It almost seemed like there wasn't any reason to keep holding, she was already peeing herself, but oh no, she still had so much more in her, and she needed to be able to let it out. "Nia, hurry up! Hold the rest in if you have to, I need to get in there!" Even though Nia needed this relief, she heard Yoko's cry and tried to accommodate to the best of her ability. Physically holding wasn't going to do much besides actually holding back the flow without stopping the release, so she needed to make herself stop. The only way to do that was concentrate, and she put all her resolve towards that. She begged her body to listen, just do this one thing, and it produced results; the already minimal pressure behind stream of pee began to lessen, reducing its forward arc and lowered the point of impact on the rock before her. It wasn't enough. The power may have lessened, but it would pick back up soon after. Nia didn't have the willpower to deny herself this bodily need when she was already most of the way through. But on the plus side, she was almost done, so she just finished naturally. It took a little longer, probably to Yoko's undying impatience and anger, but Nia's business was officially taken care of. Though, in such a narrow alcove, she couldn't bend over to pull her underwear up, she had to sidle out with nothing but her skirt to cover her. She barely left into the open before Yoko shoved her out of the way, pushing her to the ground in her rush to get into the secluded nook, drops falling off her as she tossed her rifle away. Likewise, Nia hurriedly pulled her panties back to their proper place now that she was exposed, feeling the drenched fabric against her sensitive areas. If it wasn't for her dress remaining somehow completely dry, it would look like she had a full-on accident. But that also meant that if no one looked up her dress, no one would be any the wiser. Meanwhile, Yoko was panicking, throwing her shorts down at first, and following it up with her black panties that matched color and pattern with her top. By this point, there was no dignity left to maintain, she had lost control by now and wasn't getting it back. Once her bottoms were off, she was pissing full-force with enough forward momentum to not ruin her clothes any more, though she still adjusted herself with her hands to send it flying onto the wall, barely losing any height before slamming into the rock. Yoko was not as quiet about the release as Nia had been. Once things were in the clear, she moaned very loudly, just enough to drown out the rush of urine rapidly puddling beneath her boots. So much pain and pressure was going away in a rush of clear pee, the obvious indication that she had drunk way too much. But it didn't matter now, nothing did, not the battle happening, not how long she had held, not how she hadn't really made it, all was forgiven. Given how much she had lost already and how strong she was going, it was not surprising that Yoko finished off before long. The stream tapered off and fell closer to her, even with the pushes she gave to prevent that, pushes that released a second wave that didn't last long but continued with the impressive force. But even she had to run out at some point, as she also needed to slide out before she could redress, wincing at the cooling dampness of her panties. Nia noticed Yoko's discomfort, and bowed again. "I'm deeply sorry for making you wait that long, Miss Yoko." Yoko sighed. "It wasn't your fault, Nia. I guarantee that if I had gone first, I would have done the same thing to you. And I imagine you would have had an accident if you had to listen to that." Nia nodded, noticing some of their combined puddle leaking out of their private spot into the sun. "You were certainly loud, it would have been hard to contain myself through that. I had a difficult time already," she admitted, lifting her dress again to show the panties that were now more yellow than white. "I think you can already see the damage I did." Indeed, while the color of Yoko's shorts hid the staining well, it did nothing for the amount of light that reflected off their shine, to say nothing of the severe discoloration of her socks. "At least yours isn't normally visible." "I thank you for helping me anyway, Miss Yoko. It's a very human action, being willing to sacrifice your own well-being for the sake of others." Yoko found it in herself to chuckle at that, in spite of her condition. "Sounds like Simon is really rubbing off on you. That's the same kind of thing he believes in." "Did his bro believe the same thing?" "Yeah, he got that whole 'fight for everyone' attitude from Kamina," Yoko answered, somewhat wistfully. At that moment, Nia clenched a fist in front of her. "Then it's decided! I'll do whatever I have to to ensure no one notices your accident!" There was a brief silence, letting that declaration sit, before Yoko started laughing. How could she not, the determination in this cute girl's eyes was a fun sight. "I appreciate the thought, Nia, but I can't see how you can hide this. I can deal with it myself when we get back, but until then, we were doing something before this bathroom break." Nia had kind of forgotten, this little excursion was such a tense adventure, so she had a look of realization at that reminder. "That's right!" Yoko shook her head in amusement, grabbed her gun, and took position at the cliff's edge again. A different position this time, one that pressed less on her lower half. Nia sat on the edge as well with her legs hanging over, oblivious to the drop she was risking by doing so, and the two girls watched the battle once more. Edited December 11, 2016 by Captain L (see edit history)
I wrote this on a request from diaperwetboy101. Usually, I just share requests through messages, but I really like his ideas, and I'm not going to get a chance to post anything else for awhile, so I thought I'd put this up. The length was getting a bit out of control, so it's not much of an ending. Enjoy, and happy holidays!  *****             “Molls, where’s my Kindle?”             “One sec, Bridey,” Molly grunted in reply as she rifled through her sister’s backpack in the overhead bin. She tried to quell her irritation at her younger sister. Logically, Bridey should’ve taken out the Kindle before she’d handed the backpack to Molly to put up, but the 13-year-old wasn’t quite as accustomed to air travel as Molly was.             Molly’s hand finally closed around the e-reader, and she pulled it out to hand to Bridey. The younger girl murmured her thanks, then pressed herself back into her aisle seat so Milly could squeeze by.             Liam, Molly and Bridey’s 14-year-old brother, was already nestled into the window seat; on the big 747 plane, the siblings had three seats on the left side, up against the bathrooms halfway back in economy. Molly didn’t relish the idea of sitting in a middle seat for the 15-hour flight from Melbourne to Los Angeles, but, at 18, she figured her responsibility as the oldest sibling was to voluntarily accept the discomfort, rather than arguing with the two younger ones over it.             The Rogan siblings were on their way back home from spending a month in Australia with their grandparents, who had moved overseas two years ago for retirement. Now that Molly had graduate and Liam and Bridey were both in their teens, their parents had determined that the kids were responsible enough to accept their grandparents’ invitation to spend part of their summer across the Pacific. The teens had enjoyed themselves; though they’d been to Mexico with their parents, none had ever been to another continent. It was technically winter in Australia, but the late July-early August weather had been mild and cooperative.             The three teens, by virtue of their own youth, had adjusted fairly well to the extreme time difference, but now, faced with the prospect of a half-day flight and functional travel back in time (the flight departed at 9 PM from Melbourne and was schedule to land at 5 PM on the same day in California), they were already testy and tired. Sure, the plane was well-equipped with movies and games at each seat, but it was far less exciting being on a flight back to “real life” than it was going the other direction, toward a month of international vacation.             So Molly was doing her best to placate her younger brother and sister, or at least keep them from further irritation. Really, Liam and Bridey weren’t bad kids. Liam was quiet and sweet, a modest result of being raised with two sisters. Bridey certainly had a bit of the princess attitude that came with being the baby of the family and a girl, but she admired her two older siblings and was secretly grateful to have been so seamlessly included in their adventures over the past month.             All settled into their seats, the Rogans began the modern process of pulling out headphones and arranging their electronic entertainment. After enjoying the novelty of the amenities of a trans-Pacific flight on the way over, Liam and Bridey weren’t quite as keen to stay up the entire time and explore all of the movie and game options on the seat-back screens. They were both planning on staying awake only long enough to check out the dinner service, then try to sleep away a large portion of the flight.             Molly looked to her left and right at her younger brother and sister. They seemed to be relaxing a bit after the comparative stress of getting through airport security. She could tell they were both tired, and she hoped they’d both sleep well.             Because she wouldn’t.             Molly wasn’t planning on sleeping at all. She’d managed to stay awake through a combination of coffee and movies on the flight over and had breathed a huge sigh of relief.             She hadn’t fallen asleep, which means she hadn’t wet herself.             As much as she hated saying it, or even thinking it, Molly still wet the bed. Well, “still” wasn’t really the right word, because she’d only started a few years ago; it’s not like she’d never been dry at night. Nor did she wet every night – it was a few times per week, and with no discernable pattern. Not that either of those facts were any consolation to the soon-to-be college freshman.             Her grandparents had been duly informed of her “little problem,” and thankfully, had enough guest bedrooms that Molly got a room to herself, where she could change into and out of her pullups without her siblings seeing. Liam and Bridey weren’t cruel; Molly just couldn’t bear the thought of her younger siblings finding out that their older sister was a bedwetter.             So she had no plans to sleep on the plane. Of course she’d used the restroom in the airport before getting on the plane, and she didn’t intend to drink a whole lot at dinner, but it wasn’t worth the risk to fall asleep.             After what seemed like ages, the plane finally took off, headed northeast across the Pacific. The Rogan siblings each chose a movie to keep themselves occupied. Liam and Bridey were already groggy, barely moving in their seats; Molly chose an action film in an effort to keep herself more engaged.             Within an hour, the dinner service came around, and the teens chose meals (pasta for Molly, beef for Liam and Bridey). Bridey’s eyelids drooped as she picked over her food; Molly knew she’d be out soon, but she didn’t push. Telling a 13-year-old that they looked tired had about the same success rate as telling a toddler the same thing.             Liam weakly smiled in thanks to Molly as she grabbed his tray to hand over to the flight attendant who came around for clean-up. Molly knew he’d be asleep soon, too. She was glad that her siblings would sleep well, but the idea of entertaining herself and staying awake with no help from Liam or Bridey after only an hour and a half was daunting.             Bridey’s eyes were closed not long before the cabin lights were dimmer, leaving the passengers in darkness, save for a few still-active screens. The younger girl curled on her right side, away from Molly, her small frame folding easily into the confines of the economy seat.             On Molly’s other side, Liam leaned his seat back, also turning slightly to his right, though not quite as coiled as Bridey. Both had the thin, yet somehow effective, airline blankets pulled over their laps.             Molly sighed softly. She turned the brightness of her screen down so as not to disturb her siblings. She finished the movie that she’d paused during dinner, then chose another. And then another.             It wasn’t even halfway through the flight by the time Molly finished the third movie, and her energy was rapidly diminishing. Aside from a few semi-conscious changes in position, Liam and Bridey hadn’t moved beside her.             …maybe just a nap, Molly thought. She hadn’t drunk very much; she didn’t even think she could pee right now if she tried. It was such a long flight. She’d just close her eyes for a bit and relax. Meditate.             Inhaling deeply, Molly pulled her own blanket around her body and leaned her head back.             Sleep overtook Molly like an avalanche. She didn’t meditate; she didn’t just close her eyes. She was out, fallen into the deepest stages of sleep almost immediately.             For several hours, the siblings slept in a row, blissfully unaware of their fairly uncomfortable surroundings. Bridey’s small frame and the innate knowledge that they were sitting with family and thus didn’t necessarily have to abide by the socially-inflicted invisible barriers between seats made sleep a bit more free. They each wriggled and turned, able to position themselves comfortably without fully waking.             Eventually, Molly turned on her right side, angling toward Bridey. She drew her knees up beside her, bending into a fetal position. Moments later, perhaps driven by the disturbance from Molly’s shift, Liam rocked sideways, his right hand flopping down onto his sister’s seat.             Minutes later, in those exact positions, Molly’s worst nightmare came true. Triggered by whatever terrible betrayal of the link between her mind and bladder had been plaguing her nights for the past few years, Molly slowly began to wet her pants. Urine tickled from between her legs, creating a small stream down the back of her right thigh. Before long, the hot liquid crept onto the faux-leather airline seats, creating a warm, irregular puddle.             As Molly’s bladder continued to empty, that puddle grew in size, inching toward Liam’s resting hand. In seconds, the fluid streamed between his fingers, enveloping the palm of his hand in wet heat.             Everyone who’s ever seen a movie about summer camp (or who has pulled the prank themselves) knows what happened. The warm liquid around Liam’s hand set off a primal signal in his brain, and he started to have an accident.             In an unexpected imitation of his sister, Liam released his bladder into his jeans, a lukewarm stain growing from his crotch. His legs were spread slightly, and urine leaked down the inside of his left leg, pooling slightly on the seat before being reabsorbed into his jeans.             For several seconds of overlap, the two elder Rogan siblings both wet themselves in their sleep. And while his sister urinated through her jeans, and his hand sat in her puddle, provoking the emptying of his own bladder, Liam dreamt.             He dreamt that he was sitting in his grandparents’ living room with them and his siblings. They were watching a movie, and everyone seemed relaxed. Liam was on the couch, sitting against the left arm. Molly was next to him, on the middle cushion, and Bridey was on the right.             In the dream, Liam realized that he had to go to the bathroom. But he didn’t move to get up. Something about the dream made him feel comfortable, and dream-Liam decided that there was nothing wrong with just going in his pants. It was OK, he thought. People did this. It happened. He was so comfy; there was no need to get up.             In real life, dozens of social and physical restrictions would have severely inhibited Liam’s ability to release his bladder while sitting on a couch, or prevented it outright. But this was a dream, and almost as soon as he made the decision, dream-Liam started to pee. He glanced down and saw darkness spreading across his lap. It felt good, relaxing – like the most natural thing in the world to be peeing into his pants on his grandparents’ couch.             But in the dream, Grandma Maeve noticed the stain on Liam’s lap. “Oh, honey,” she cried sympathetically, getting up from her chair. “What happened, sweetheart?”             Roused by Grandma’s words, everyone else in the room looked at Liam. No one laughed, or gasped, or otherwise gave any indication of surprise. They all just compassionate, full of pity for the poor 14-year-old who had wet his pants.             Dream-Liam no longer felt comfortable and natural. Now, he felt remorseful, stupid. Overcome with the tender reaction of his family, he started to cry.             The dream-crying startled Liam awake with a quiet gasp. He jerked slightly, pulling his hand from the small puddle on Molly’s seat before he had a chance to register it. A soft growl emanated from the back of his throat as he took in his unfamiliar surroundings. He still felt tired, so he wasn’t sure why he’d woken so suddenly. He twisted slightly in his seat…             And stopped abruptly. There was something wrong. His jeans were too heavy on his thighs, and they chafed.             Breathless, Liam gingerly reached his hand under his blanket, where, to his absolute horror, he was greeted with the feel of rapidly cooling drenched denim.             His breaths were shallow, on the edge of hyperventilation. He was still so tired, and he was on a crowded plane, and he’d somehow had an accident.             It was so different than the dream. He hadn’t made the decision to pee in his pants, and no one was watching him, pitying or otherwise, but Liam still started to cry. He tried to keep quiet, conscious of the hundreds of sleeping people around him, but he couldn’t stop the tears leaking from his eyes or the shuddery, uneven breaths rippling through his chest.             It was this sound that awakened Molly. She rolled onto her back, inadvertently sitting in and quickly soaking the remainder of her puddle into the seat of her pants. The relative warmth of the seat and her pants meant that she didn’t notice the additional wetness right away, but years of bedwetting had conditioned her to immediately check the state of her crotch upon waking.             Only this time, she wasn’t in a room by herself, and she hadn’t exactly woken naturally. Instead of her usual hesitant clutch between her legs to examine the fullness (or not) of her pullup, Molly kept her hands from her legs as she simultaneously analyzed several things at once.             First, she was still on the plane. Second, she had woken up, which meant that she had been asleep. And if she had been asleep…             In the same second that Molly’s hand started to creep toward her lap, she noticed what had apparently woken her: the muted sniffles coming from her left. Any consideration of her own potential wetness was overshadowed (though just barely) by concern for her brother, so Molly tuned toward Liam, albeit while clutching her blanket a bit tighter around her body.             “Lee?” she whispered. In the dim, purple nighttime lighting of the cabin, she could see her younger brother trembling, his arms drawn around his torso. Molly shifted slightly in her seat as she gazed at her brother and felt the unmistakable dampness pressing against the back of her legs. She cringed, horrified, but instantly pressed down her own feelings; her brother needed her. Her own problems would have to wait.             “Liam,” she repeated softly, a bit worried now. “Lee, what’s wrong?”             Liam still didn’t answer, though he whimpered audibly, tilting his right shoulder up toward his ear.             Molly was getting anxious. She gently reached out and placed her hand on her brother’s arm. “Buddy, what’s going on?”             Liam twitched and drew in a shaky breath. “I-“ he stammered, his voice cracking. “I w-“ He hunched over, hugging himself tighter. “I wet my pants!” he finally gasped in a whisper, squeaking on the last word.             Molly’s eyes widened in a way that would have been comical in another situation. She hadn’t had a lot of time to imagine exactly why Liam was upset since waking up, but this never would have crossed her mind.             Liam continued crying in Molly’s silence. “I don’t know what happened!” he moaned softly.             Molly’s thoughts raced. She had to help Liam – that much was obvious. There were still hours left in the flight; he’d have to change…she’d have to change, too. And if she’d have to change, and if she was really going to help Liam, then she’d have to get up, which meant…             “It’s OK, Lee,” Molly soothed, rubbing her brother’s shoulder while quivering internally.             Liam only sniffled in response, with no abatement in the tears streaming down his face.             “We’ll figure it out,” Molly promised, still keeping her voice low.             Liam whimpered in response. “But I’m all wet,” he murmured, his soft voice awash in humiliation.             Molly closed her eyes, steeling herself for her next words.             “So am I.”             Liam blinked, looking over at his sister. He wasn’t quite ready to understand her. “You…did I…?”             Molly shook her head. “I h-had an accident too, bud.”             Now it was Liam’s turn to widen his eyes. Molly tensed, ready for incredulity, at best, but Liam just said “Do you think there was something in dinner that made us sick?!”             Molly let out an unintentional sigh of relief. Liam didn’t know about her bedwetting; of course he wouldn’t think to blame her. He automatically assumed it was some strange coincidence, an unfortunate circumstance that befell them both.               “I don’t know,” Molly lied in response. “Maybe.”             The knowledge that he wasn’t alone seemed to take the slightest of edge off Liam’s misery, but wetting yourself in public at age 14 wasn’t an easy experience to overcome.             “What do we do now?” he asked, his voice still ragged from crying.             “We have to change,” Molly replied, hating the idea as much as she knew Liam would. “We can go to the bathrooms and clean ourselves up a bit, and I’ll get some wet paper towels to wipe down the seats.”             Even in the relative dark, Molly could see Liam’s face redden fiercely at the plan. “People will see,” he whispered, barely intelligible.             Molly squeezed his shoulder, trying to be reassuring, even though she was thinking the exact same thing. “Everyone’s sleeping,” she lied again. “I’ll get the clothes from the backpack, so you don’t have to get up until it’s time to go change.”             “OK,” Liam agreed softly, tears still glazing his eyes. He gazed at Molly, silently conveying his gratitude that she was falling on this metaphorical grenade.             Giving Liam one last comforting pat on the shoulder, Molly took a deep breath and pushed herself out of her seat. There was no point in delaying the inevitable. She carefully climbed over Bridey, who was still curled sideways in her seat.             Molly tried to be as quiet as possible as she reached up to open the overhead bin. The snap of the latch seemed unaccountably loud to Molly, and she felt her cheeks burning in humiliation. She knew anyone behind her would be able to see the big, obvious stain down the back of her jeans. She tried to be quick as she ruffled through her and Liam’s respective backpacks, pulling out the change of clothes they had each thankfully packed. It was only after she reached into her own backpack that she realized that a) she didn’t know how much of his outfit Liam needed – had his shirt gotten wet? And b) she didn’t know if he had packed underwear in his carry-on. Aware of every passing second with wet denim pressing against her lower half, Molly just grabbed the two knapsacks whole and pulled them down.             She gestured to Liam to get up, ready to pass his backpack to him as soon as he reached the aisle. Liam stood reluctantly, but stumbled in the narrow space, jarring Bridey as he caught himself on the back of her seat.             The two elder Rogan siblings cringed as Bridey whined into wakefulness. “Molls?” the youngest murmured, squinting.             Molly could see Liam’s face flush with new embarrassment, and she felt for him.             “It’s OK, Bridey,” Molly whispered. “Go back to sleep.”             But 13-year-olds aren’t known for their cooperative tendencies. “What’s going on?” Bridey slurred sleepily, not wanting to be left out.             “It’s nothing, sweetie, just go back to sleep,” Molly pleaded quietly, but it was too late – Bridey had already turned to look at Liam, who was still standing, awkwardly braced over her, where the wetness down the front of his jeans was glaringly obvious.             Now all three siblings were blushing furiously, both for themselves and with residual humiliation for each other. Bridey opened her mouth to ask for an explanation, then thought the better of it.             “It’s OK, Bridey,” Molly repeated, with even less conviction. “We’re fine.”             Bridey clearly didn’t believe her (neither did Liam, for that matter), but she drew her legs onto the seat so Liam could pass. He did, studiously avoiding eye contact, and grabbed his backpack from Molly, quickly holding it in front of his crotch for the 2 foot walk to the bathroom.             Molly watched unnecessarily to make sure Liam got into the restroom, then turned back to Bridey. “It’s fine, Bridey. I promise. Just go back to sleep, sweetie. We’ve still got a long way to go.”             Bridey nodded reluctantly, still red, but Moly knew that the younger girl would be unlikely to fall back asleep for a while, at least not until Molly had wiped down the seats and she and Liam had sat back down.             Knowing there was little else she could do to explain to Bridey why her two older siblings had both wet themselves, she turned into the other bathroom, pulling the small, folding door shut behind her.             In the harsh fluorescent light, Molly slumped against the wall. She finally glanced at her watch, trying to figure out exactly how long she’d been asleep. It’d been about 3 hours, at her count, meaning that they still had over 5 hours left in the flight. Molly supposed she was grateful that at least it wasn’t late enough for the cabin lights were on.             Molly didn’t allow herself to sulk for long – she still had to clean the seats, after all. She stripped off her soaked jeans and underwear, quickly running a paper towel under the faucet in an attempt to wipe some of the stickiness off her legs. Even after running over her legs with the cool towel, she felt gross and childish. She knew she didn’t have a chance of truly feeling better until she got home and showered.             As she changed, her thoughts drifted to Liam. As far as she knew, he’d never wet the bed before. And she knew it was highly unlikely that anything he ate would cause him to have an accident. And for both of them to wet themselves at practically the same time…             Molly drew in a wheezy breath of realization. She’d been on her side, and Liam had been next to her…what if his hand had been on her seat and her…?             For the first time, tears sprung in Molly’s eyes. She had no real evidence that Liam had wet himself because of her accident, but it all made too much sense to ignore. She felt terrible. It was bad enough peeing her pants in front of her siblings and a plane full of strangers, but to make Liam have an accident, too? The shame of it all was suffocating.             Again, Molly didn’t have time to waste feeling sorry for herself. She couldn’t imagine how she was going to face Liam, knowing what she knew now, but she had to go back out and clean the seats before he got back, so he didn’t have to stand, waiting.             Attempting to calm herself with a shuddery breath, Molly pulled up her clean pants and ran her hands under the cold trickle of water from the sink. She balled up her soiled clothes, doing her best to keep the wetness on the inside, and opened the bathroom door.             A quick glance showed her that Liam hadn’t returned to their row, so she grabbed a fistful of paper towels, dampened them in the sink, and went to wipe down their seats.             Bridey wasn’t bothering to pretend to be asleep and was sneaking questioning looks toward her sister. Molly futilely attempted a smile in return, before deciding it was best to just keep cleaning. Fortunately, there wasn’t much to do; the seats were the fake leather kind, so her mess and Liam’s had pretty much all been reabsorbed into their pants. Still, she wanted to make sure they weren’t sitting in any residual stickiness.             As if cleaning your own pee off an airplane seat wasn’t bad enough, Molly jumped slightly when a flight attendant appeared at her elbow.             “Is everything OK, miss?”             Molly bit the inside of her lip; she felt like every inch of her skin was flaming red with embarrassment. She once again glanced toward Liam’s bathroom to make sure he wasn’t coming out.             “I-I’m sorry,” Molly stammered softly. “My…my brother and I…we…we…had…there was an accident.”             The flight attendant simply nodded. You don’t fly hundreds of round trips without seeing a few wetting episodes here and there (albeit, usually from children younger than Molly seemed to be). “Are you both alright?” she asked.             Impossibly, Molly blushed even harder. “Yes,” she responded. “I just…thought you should know. In case…you had to change the seats.”             “We’ll make a note of it when we land, unless you’d like us to try to find you new seats now.”             Molly quickly shook her head, wanting nothing more than this interaction to be over. “No, thank you, we’ll be fine.”             The flight attendant nodded again, giving Molly a kindly pat on the arm before walking away.             Molly exhaled, relieved. She ignored Bridey’s plaintive stare, gathered the wet paper towels, and disposed of them in the bathroom. When she turned around, she saw the opposite door finally open.             Liam’s watery gaze met her own. She was sure he’d been crying the entire time, and her stomach twisted with guilt.             Liam had his wet pants clutched in a messy ball; his backpack was slung over his shoulder. “What do I do?” his hands jerked slightly, indicating the soiled pants.             Molly had left her own messy clothes on her seat with her backpack after she’d wiped off the pee, but thankfully, she’d thought of a plausible solution. “We can use the plastic wrapping from the blankets.”             Liam nodded, simultaneously grateful for Molly’s handling of the situation and ashamed that it was necessary. Haltingly, he stepped behind her as she reached past Bridey – still awake, but deliberately avoiding eye contact – to grab the plastic wrapping they’d stuffed in the seatback pockets.             The siblings stood next to each other, carefully, abashedly wrapped their pee-stained clothes in thin, industrial plastic before shoving the incriminating evidence into their bags. Beneath her shame, Molly noticed just how tall Liam had gotten over the summer. He was nearly taller than her now, a fact that renewed the lump in her throat. Her brother was growing into a man, and she’d made him pee himself.             Molly suppressed a sob as she took Liam’s backpack from him and returned it to the overhead bin, then followed him back over Bridey to their seats.             It felt like ages, but it had really only been about 15 minutes since Molly woke up. There were still over five hours left until they landed, and far more until they got through customs and were able to get back home.             Beside her, Liam was still trembling and sniffing. He felt the same as Molly – that he was gross and childish and unclean. Heart sinking, Molly put her arm around her brother.             “Th-thanks, Molls,” Liam whispered. “Thanks for taking care of everything.”             Molly’s stomach was in knots; she didn’t know that she would ever get over what she’d done to Liam. “It’s OK, Lee,” she promised. “Just try to go back to sleep, bud. We’ll be home soon.” Edited December 11, 2016 by Sapphire3619 (see edit history)
Author's Note: This takes place in Harry's third year, so that means Oliver is a Seventh year; Fred, Geroge, and Angelina are Fifth years; and Katie is a Fourth year. Additionally, I have no idea if Hurricanes take place in Scotland, it just gave me a good theme to base my story around. I think that's about it, so enjoy! And please feel free to comment or criticize.                        “OLIVER!” Professor McGonagall had to cast a Sonorous charm on herself to be heard over the hurricane force winds. The winds had already torn through her usually immaculate bun, her hair whipping around her livid expression.                “OLIVER, GET DOWN HERE NOW OR SO HELP ME I WILL-“                “Professor, did you change your hair?”                “You know, I think you’re onto something brother.”                “WEASLEYS! Go and get your team down here before the wind succeeds in knocking them out of the sky!”                The wind had indeed been threatening to do just that all day. Oliver kept nearly knocking into the rings; whereas Katie, Angelina, and Alicia couldn’t get into formations without getting knocked into each other, let alone get off a single pass without the wind sweeping to Quaffle away. And Harry couldn’t even be seen through the heavy cloud coverage and whipping wind and rain. Even the Bludgers were having trouble navigating through the elements.                “Professor, what is the meaning of this!? We have our match against Slytherin in less than 3 weeks!!” Oliver shouted as he landed next to McGonagall.                By this point, most of the team had joined Oliver on the ground bar Harry who had yet to be seen. “Oliver, we’ve been out here for 5 HOURS and have accomplished next to nothing!” Katie exclaimed, hugging herself tightly as the wind whipped around them, hunched over slightly and shifting from foot to foot.                “That is beside the point Ms. Bell, Mr. Wood detention for the rest of the week. You were expressly forbidden to leave the castle in this weather. And detentions to all of you for going along with this lunacy.”                “But Professor the match-“                “Is in 3 WEEKS OLIVER! Now will someone tell me where Potter is?”                At that exact moment, Harry came streaking out of the clouds, heading towards the ground. Whether it was with his own volition or not was unclear until he started to pull his broom out of a dive, snitch clutched in one hand. However, a particularly vicious gust of wind managed to knock Katie off her feet, as well as cause the rest of the team to stagger. With a gasp, Katie tensed up as she hit the ground, the fall having jolted her filling bladder. Nobody paid her any mind though, as they watched with horror as Harry was knocked into one of the ring posts causing him to fall off his broom the remaining 20 feet. McGonagall tried to cast a cushioning charm to ease his fall, but the spell was lost in the wind, and Harry hit the sodden field with a splash, unmoving.                “Oh dear.” McGonagall sprang into action conjuring a stretcher that promptly flew away with the wind. “Weasleys, grab Mr. Potter and follow us to the Hospital wing. And do be gentle.”                As the team started heading to the changing room, McGonagall cut them off, “Oh no, no time for changing, I don’t trust Oliver not to start up practice again in my absence and I would prefer to see Potter escorted safely to the Hospital Wing. And I for one, would like to get out of this foul weather.”                “B-but Professor-“, Katie exclaimed with an anxious look on her face, her body stiff.                “No Katie, you lot follow me, or it will be more detentions all around.”                The quidditch team and their Head of House slowly made their way to the Hospital Wing through the treacherous winds. They arrived just after the Weasley twins after being sidetracked by Filch ‘for tracking mud on the floor’.                Entering the wing, “Will he be alright Poppy?” McGonagall inquired.                Madame Pomfrey glared at McGonagall and turned her back whilst muttering to herself, “Letting children out on brooms in the middle of a hurricane.”                “Professor, please may I-“ Katie started, performing a small curtsy involuntarily and drawing some looks.                “Shush Katie!” McGonagall cut her off as Madame Pomfrey turned to face them once more.                “After I’ve run several diagnostics, Mr. Potter has suffered a severe concussion, 5 broken ribs, and a shattered femur. He will remain here for the next week at least. Concussions are tricky business. Now I ask that you all kindly leave so I can work in peace.” Madame Pomfrey informed them.                McGonagall pursed her lips, “alright, you lot, to my office. I have to file your detentions.”                Katie, having received detentions before, mostly due to her association with the Weasley twins, knew how long this process could take especially with 6 of them. She couldn’t help but emit a desperate whimper. Her situation was turning dire.                Angelina glanced over at her fellow chaser, “You alright Katie?”                They had started to lag behind the main group so they could talk with more privacy. “No. I’m dying to use the loo, but McGonagall is too angry to even listen to me.” She suddenly gasped and her free hand dove to her crotch. She moaned and curtsied again before she continued walking, her hand never straying far.                Angelina looked sympathetic, “I’ll see if she can fill out your form first, or ask if you can meet her later.”                “Thank you,” Katie gasped again, as she felt another powerful throb in her bladder. She had to stop and grab her crotch again.                By this point, the twins had noticed Katie’s sluggish pace and fell back to join her, which forced Katie to remove her hand. “What do you two want?” Katie snapped, clearly annoyed.                “Ooh feisty.” Fred (or was it George) remarked.                “Someone’s pissed about the detention,” the other twin finished.                Katie winced, at the word ‘pissed’, because if she didn’t get to facilities soon, she would piss herself. At this point, they were a significant distance from McGonagall who was still chewing out Oliver. However, after Angelina tried to speak with her on Katie’s behalf, she realized most of the group was lagging. McGonagall saw Katie and the twins’ sluggish pace, so she assumed they were conspiring over something, so she refused Angelina’s request.                Angelina made her way back over to them, and informed Katie of the bad news with a sincere expression on her face.                “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Katie muttered over and over, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!”                Angelina suddenly had an idea however, “Fred, George. If you distract McGonagall, we’ll owe you one.” Angelina hoped they acquiesced soon because Katie was starting to sweat from intense concentration, and her hand was inching towards her crotch despite the present company.                “Anything dear Angie?” George wiggled his eyebrows. “Will you go with me to Hogsmeade?”                Angelina blushed, but agreed. She was secretly hoping he would ask her, and she was pleased now that he finally had.                Fred looked at Katie, “Sorry you’re not my type.” He winked. “But I’m sure I’ll think of something at a later period of time. So just wait, this will only take a moment.”                With that, the Weasley twins hopped onto their brooms and flew past McGonagall making her loose hair whip past her face once more.                “WEASLEYS!!!” she ran after them.                “Hurry up, before she gives up chase and comes back for the rest of us!” Angelina hissed to Katie, who was already gingerly making her way to the nearest restroom. She would have very much liked to be on the second floor because Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom was guaranteed to be empty, but as they were already on the third floor, she decided she’d have to take the risk and head to the third floor restrooms.                Turning the corner and losing sight of her teammates, she doubled over and shoved both hands into her crotch, running in place. She had given her broom to Angelina to hold onto specifically for this purpose. After stopping that latest pulse in her bladder, she took in her surroundings and tried to figure out the fastest way to the restroom.                Since everyone was confined to the castle due to the storm, there were a lot more people about than usual during the weekend. She had straighten out twice already because of other people walking the halls, but thankfully no one tried to stop and talk to her. During the first time she couldn’t help it when a small spurt erupted into her panties. It took all her willpower not to double over and cross her legs. The second time, she couldn’t quite stop it until she had her hands firmly on her crotch. The damage was undetectable from the outside due to her quidditch robes, but there were uncomfortable dribbles down her legs, slowly making their way into her socks.                Finally turning the last corner with the bathroom in sight she quickened her pace. Unfortunately it was located in a hall with windows on one side and the rain constantly pattering against the glass made her pause and double over, her hands never leaving her crotch. Just then a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning lit up the window. With a shriek, Katie jumped and let loose a second long spurt, soaking her panties and creating a sizeable wet patch on her shorts.                Quivering and dancing back and force, Katie rushed the remaining 20 feet into the bathroom, dribbles running down her quivering thighs the entire time.                Entering the bathroom, she could immediately tell 3 of the 6 stalls were occupied, another had no door, and the last two looked fine. She rushed to the first one but got a whiff and immediately backed off, so she dove into the second one and slammed the door behind her sliding the latch into place.                Katie immediately started fumbling with her quidditch robes, hopping back and forth, needing to stop and grab her crotch every couple of seconds. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I need to piss, I need to piss so bloody bad,” she kept mumbling under her breath.                Finally getting her outer robe off, she started fumbling with the strings on her shorts, her toned legs never uncrossing as she curtsied every few seconds. Another dribble escaped Katie as she gasped. Then another. She almost had the string undone when she looked up and realized the toilet had no seat! There was a message above the seat reading, “We promised out little sister a toilet seat, so a toilet seat we got! We suppose we could have taken one from the boy’s bathroom, or even Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, but where’s the fun in that? Sorry for the inconvenience! –We’d sign our name, but we quite like it when the female population is not out for our blood.”                That was the last straw for Katie. She felt herself finally lose the battle and heard more than felt that torrential hiss that erupted from her tortured body. She frantically shoved her hands back into her crotch. Her shapely arse was bouncing up and down as she tried to dig her hands deeper into her crotch, hoping to stem the flow, but to no avail. With tears streaming down her face, she tried to minimize the damage by hovering over the toilet, still peeing through the fabric of her clothing.                Angelina would find her crying some time later, and stranded without her wand she stupidly left in her dorm. She consoled her, and charmed her clothes dry and clean, though the distinct smell of urine refused to abate, and they made their way to McGonagall’s office.
It was the end of college classes for the day. Tiffany had drank enough lots of apple juice at lunch. Therefore she had to pee real fuckin bad. She was holding her vagina in the seat hoping that will burst out. plus she would be too embarrassed to tell her girlfriend Audrey if she did piss her panties. The teacher, aiko was staring at her seductively the whole time she was holding her vagina. But Tiffany had urine fetish so every time she would sit on the toilet and pee, she would put her hand over her vagina and drink the pee on her hand. Her bladder was about to explode so she was gonna have quite a day until… “Tiffany?” “Not now, miss Yumi unless you want me fuckin soak my favorite pair panties.” “Oh, no go and pee in here!”  “Uh…?” “In my mouth that is, I want to taste your delicious urine!” Tiffany’s face was bright red right now because she was totally unaware that her teacher had a urine fetish as well but she was ready! “Okay! Your mouth is loaded with my delicious urine!” So tiffany laid down on the desk, while her teacher slowly pulled down her pastel panties, it was literally about to burst out, she was feeling like it was not going to make it into her mouth, she held it as hard as she could and when aiko pulled the panties all the way down her legs she finally let it come out! Aiko kneeled down to make sure the 20 year old blonde girl’s urine went directly into her mouth. She actually was urinating all over her clothes, all the way down to her crotch area making her violently horny. But none the less she managed to taste some of it.  “Mmmmmm…. That was fun! Do you want to taste some of mine tiff? I’ve been holding it the whole time during class!” “Fuck yeah!” Aiko took off all her clothes stripping down to her lacey bra and thong. She quickly slipped off her thong putting her pussy over the blondes face. She was loving the scent of it already and while her vagina was in her face, she played with her vagina rubbing it and beginning to insert her fingers into her slowly dripping hole to increase the pleasure. She then released her yellow liquid into her mouth and her teachers urine tasted even better than her own. She also came all over the desk because of all the pleasure she was feeling right now. “It was so much playing with you miss yumi! But i gotta go! I have a date my girlfriend audrey!” “Okay, bye huh!” said aiko as she blew a kiss to the blonde “Oh, thats right i have a date with her mom tonight mom tonight i almost forgot!” Thats right, aiko had recently started dating her students milfly mother, jessie also know as misty. She was gonna tell her that she drank her daughter's urine to see if she could drink her urine.  “Audrey!” tiffany said running into her girlfriend's arms “Whats up babe you ready to go to the goddamn ice skating rink?”  “You better fuckin believe it!” (Sniff)” whats the fucks that smell it smells delicous!”   “It’s a long story! Lets just say i miss yumi gave me some homework help!” “Oh, quite the feisty one now huh? Sex with the teacher?” “There was some fetishes involved too!” “Oh, i love that shit babe! Lets just go already!” So as they were going to the ice skating rink, aiko met up with jessie… “Milf muffin? Are you here?” “Hey, whats up girlfriend?” said jessie excitedly giving aiko a hug and kiss hello “How, was tiffany today?” “Well, something happened today! I drank her urine then i rubbed and fingered her little pussy while she drank mine!” “Oh, what a bad girl! You want my load? I have to go because I’ve been drinking beer all damn day.” “Want? Want doesn’t even FUCKING DESCRIBE ITTTT!!!” Shouted aiko as it began Meanwhile Tiffany and Audrey walked into the ice skating rink. They picked out their desired ice skates from the from and got into the rink. They were dancing until they were going backwards and crashed into the wall.  “Oh, no! Tiffany are you okay?” “Yeah… I think so!” “I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I let you get hurt!” “Don’t worry about it! It's my fault!” “I need to check you bruises! Like I said I won’t let anything happen you, what have I done?!” She lifted up her skirt to see if her sliky legs were damaged until she noticed there was a little wet spot on her panties left from when aiko was trying pull them. Audrey smiled seductively and said “I think I know what fetishes were involved between you and miss Yumi!” “Well do you have to pee, Audrey?” Asked Tiffany blushing a deep red “I sure do! I’ve drank loads of vodka because I missed you so much!” “Undo my shirt, piss on my boobs, and then in my mouth, okay?” Whispered Tiffany into her lover's ear Back to Jessie and aiko, they had gotten completely naked, still fingering each other, and sucking on each other's big boobs. They had released all of their urine all over each other. “Did you get this on camera?” Jessie said inserting a dildo into aikos pussy “we are so putting this on pornhub” Aiko noticed the camera in front them which was supposed to film an educational video but instead got full on lesbian pee play on camera.  “Yeah, I think i did with that camera right there!”  “Awesome, lets upload this while still naked!” “We have to destroy the tape after the upload though!” “We will, we’ll do that naked too!” “Let's just stay naked forever!” “Sounds good baby!” Said Jessie as she turned on the computer and started to upload it with her lover Back to Tiffany and Audrey… Audrey pissed all over Tiffany’s perky breasts and noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. She also tasted it. “Damn… That was nice, honey but no one noticed it because there's no one else at the ice skating the rink.” “Yeah, we gonna get up too, did miss Yumi have any plans?” “Yeah, she's dating my mom?” “The milf? if we search lesbian pee play on pornhub, I bet they will be the most recent upload!” “Let's check on my phone right now!” “Okay!”
Part 1 It was a crisp April morning when Laura Henderson stepped through the entrance door into the big lobby of Andrews Corporation. It was her first day as Katherine Andrews' assistant and she was so excited to have been cherry-picked for the role. She was sharply dressed for the occasion in a posh grey business suit with a pair of tight enough pants to hint of her shapely bottom, but still decent enough to give her a professional framing. Underneath her matching blazer she wore a purple blouse with the collar tips neatly over the lapels. She walked up to the reception and announced her arrival. "Good morning, I'm Laura Henderson, this is my first day as Miss Andrews' assistant." she said. "Good morning, Miss Henderson," the receptionist greeted her, before asking for her identification so that she could receive an ID card for the company. "Here you are, Miss Henderson." the receptionist said as she handed Laura her driver’s license back together with her brand new ID. "Katherine Andrews will see you in her office on the twelfth floor. The elevator is just down the hallway over there." she continued and pointed Laura to the far end of the lobby. "Thank you, Miss. Have a nice day." Laura replied and walked towards the hallway and further on to the elevator. The doors opened and she stepped in, pressed the button and started ascending up to her new workplace. She was a well-educated young lady with a strong work ethic, not settling for anything less than being on top of her game and this was the opportunity of a lifetime. Being this tight with the head of a big successful corporation would certainly give her a useful advantage in her future career pursuits. She arrived at the office floor and stepped out, walking towards the security desk where she encountered the guard standing with his hands behind his back. "Good morning, Mister. I'm Laura, the new assistant." she greeted him as she produced her shiny new card to pass through the door. "Morning, ma'am," he replied, "Welcome aboard, hope you will enjoy it here!" She went in and continued onward to the office area located right end of the corridor. Katherine stepped out from her office and greeted her. "Good morning, Miss Andrews." she said as she entered the office. "Good morning, Laura! Welcome to the company! Come with me and I'll show you where you will be working." Katherine led Laura into her own office and further onward through the door leading into the smaller office located behind it. The desk was already set up so that Laura could get straight to work. "Your first task of the day will be to put together presentations, complete with graphics and text, up until lunchtime. Normally your lunch is at 12:30 but today we are going to attend a business meeting in the next town, so I will drive us there already at 12. I've made reservation at a nearby restaurant so that we can make it to the meeting that starts at 1 PM. Do you have any questions?" "No, it all seems clear for now." Laura replied, but then added: "Oh, I do have one question; will I have any breaks during the day?" "Yes, there is one ten-minute break at 10:50 and another one at 3 PM in the afternoon. Be sure to take advantage of that, because apart from lunch, those are the only times you may leave for things like water, coffee or going to the restroom." "Oh, alright, it's understood." Laura said. Water didn't seem to be a problem though since there were two big bottles standing on her desk behind the computer, together with some mugs. Katherine went back into her office while Laura settled down behind her desk. She immediately set to work with the presentations. As her PowerPoint was loading, she poured herself a mug of water, which she finished almost immediately, prompting her to fill it up again. She was always a bit thirsty in the morning and had a habit of consuming quite a bit of liquid during the first hours of any workday. The application had loaded and she set about sketching up her first presentation. By 9:30 Laura had already downed three mugs of water, having prepared a fourth. Things went well; she was already putting her last touches on her first presentation. All that water had started to wander through her body and she felt a slight urge to pee by then, but her mind was quickly taken away from it as she proceeded with her task. She unconsciously shifted on the chair due to the emerging signals of needing a toilet. Time flew by as she dutifully typed on and generated graphics. The morning break was approaching but Laura was right in the midst of preparing the layout for yet another presentation. She had totally forgot about her break window as the clock struck 10:50 and Katherine wondered whether or not she should remind her obviously very dedicated new assistant of the fact. She reasoned against it though, not only because of her respect towards Laura's ambitiousness but also because she ought to be aware of her break privileges; it was simply part of her responsibility. Besides, Katherine couldn’t help getting aroused by the prospects it would set up if Laura didn’t visit the restroom. Katherine went down to the lobby to get herself a mug of coffee from the machine. While she did, she thought about bringing one back up for her assistant as well so she prepared two mugs. If Laura hadn’t yet gone to the toilet, the coffee might just add some fuel to her upcoming desperation. Meanwhile as the break time floated by, Laura stayed at her computer and kept on working with the graphics. Making these presentations was right up her alley as she loved doing PowerPoints, but her enthusiasm was minute by minute costing her one of few opportunities of the day to relieve herself. The clock went past 10:55 as Katherine entered the hallway with two big mugs of coffee, heading into her office. Laura reacted upon the sound of her boss's footsteps and suddenly noticed the time. "Damn!" she thought to herself, "I totally forgot about my break!" She saved the project on her computer and got up from her chair. As she did, she heard Katherine walk into the toilet outside their offices and was thusly reminded that it probably would have been a good idea to do the same as her bladder started sending signals of upcoming fullness. She had less than 5 minutes though and highly doubted that she could make it downstairs and back up in that time. But since Katherine had occupied the bathroom up there, she had little choice but to give it a go if she wanted to avoid further desperation. She walked briskly through the hallway and towards the elevator. As she pressed the button and waited she crossed her arms in front of her, impatiently tapping her foot. It took almost a minute for it to arrive and as she got inside, she realised that there were only about three minutes left of her break. It would take a small miracle for her to make it to the lobby restrooms and back up before her time was up. What it wouldn't take though was for the elevator to slow down to a stop after just three floors, which was exactly what happened. "Oh God, I so don't have time for this!" Laura cursed to herself and tensed up her folded arms in front of her chest and panted irritatingly. The doors opened and middle-aged man and a posh looking woman entered. The man proceeded to press the button for the 5th floor and Laura glowered at him from behind. There was no way that she could make it to the restroom now without overriding her break time, and she was definitely not going to do that on the first day of her job. The elevator descended to the 5th floor where both the man and the woman got out, leaving Laura alone again to ride the rest of the way to the bottom. As she reached it there was less than two minutes until she had to be back so she had no choice but to immediately ride all the way up again, having accomplished nothing. As the elevator arrived her break had just about ended and she sped through the hallway and through the security door, fearing that Katherine would scold her for rambling around and not keeping time. "Hello there, Laura! Just about on time, are we?" Katherine greeted her as she approached her office at exactly 11:00. "Here, I brought you some coffee. I thought you deserved it since you obviously have been working hard this morning." "Oh... thank you, Miss Andrews." Laura replied, thinking that coffee was probably not the best of ideas right now when she rather had visited a toilet. She didn't want to seem rude though, so she accepted it and went into her office to start again where she left off on her presentation. As the time progressed and Laura kept on working while sipping on her coffee, she pondered upon the idea of whether she should be so courageous as to ask Katherine if she could quickly pop into the toilet. It was now 11:20 and her bladder was really starting to fill up and with all the extra coffee on top of that, the process was bound to speed up. She carried on with her chores, subtly fidgeting around to ease her growing desperation. Katherine cast a few glances towards her assistant from within her office. Spurred on by the turn of events during the morning break, she decided that this could be a great opportunity to explore Laura’s holding capacities. If she played her cards right and kept Laura from reaching a toilet throughout the afternoon, she might even witness her cute new assistant wet herself during the meeting. As the clock approached 12, Katherine heightened her attention, knowing she had to be careful to make sure that Laura wouldn’t make a beeline for the toilet before they set off for lunch.
Part 2 By 11:45 Laura definitely needed a bathroom and had to resort to slowly rubbing her knees up and down against each other, combined with her fidgeting around on her chair. She peeked at the clock, willing it to hurry to 12 so that she could sneak away into the toilet before they set off for lunch. She couldn't help slowly rocking back and forth on her chair while she tried to put her concentration into finishing off her current presentation on the screen. "Laura!" Katherine called from outside the office as clock struck twelve, "I assume that you're done with your morning tasks by now? It's lunchtime and we must be on our way!" Laura swallowed and stared at her boss standing in the doorway, "Oh, I'm coming... I just need to..." "By the way," Katherine interrupted, "While this is an important meeting, I don't expect you to do much more than pay attention while we're there. You just have to sit there and take note of what's being discussed and get an understanding of our business partner!" Katherine immediately turned around and started walking out the hallway, "Time to go, grab your jacket and follow me down to the garage!" "B-but... okay." Laura blurted out, knowing fully well that her boss wasn't listening. She hastily put on her business jacket and hurried after Katherine who was already on her way out of the security door. "Oh damnit!" Laura thought to herself, "I had all but counted on being able to pee before we left!" She speed-walked through the hallway to the elevator where Katherine already was waiting for it. Laura's bladder was already swimming with urine and she had to contract her sphincter muscles while walking, making her posture a bit stiff. She could still manage without holding herself, but she had to cross her legs slightly as she walked, causing her pants to strain against her bum. They entered the elevator and started descending down to the garage. Laura stood rock still with her hands behind her back pressing her knees together, trying not to give away her growing need. She had to consciously strengthen her abdominal muscles in order to compensate for the lack of external holding aid movements. "I must say, you have already proven yourself a disciplined and effective worker." Katherine said, "You really have set yourself a high level of expectations." "Oh, thank you, Miss Andrews!" Laura replied, "I only want to be at my very best and then increase my abilities from there." Little did she know how she was about to explore the limits of her abilities in quite a literal way. They reached the ground floor and Katherine led the way out to the garage and the waiting company car. Normally they would have driven her own Porsche, but since it was due for service at the moment, Katherine had borrowed a company car, a big luxurious Chevy SUV. They entered it and Katherine stepped on the gas and drove them onto the main street. Laura sat in the passenger seat with her legs tightly held together and her hands folded in her lap. She looked out of the window, mildly squirming around as her bladder constantly called for attention. She had to pop into the bathroom when they arrived at the restaurant since it was getting difficult to hold it in without showing any signs of distress. The restaurant was just around the block from where their business partner resided. It was a big company, housed in a tall office building at the edge of the inner city of the next town, about 30 kilometers away. As they sped down the freeway, Katherine noticed that the lane in the opposite direction was partly shut off because of a roadwork and there was a bit of a line of cars, slowly advancing forward. Laura didn't pick up on that bit of information though; she was focusing all her attention on not fidgeting around in her seat, pressing her folded hands down onto her lap as her bladder filled up more and more by the minute. After about 15 minutes, she had to start to gently grind her knees up and down while pressing them tightly together and biting her lip, looking a bit worried. After 10 additional minutes they approached the car park near their destination. It was now 12:30 and they had just about half an hour to get lunch before they had to be at the business partner since the meeting was to start at 1 PM, lasting about 4 hours with one break halfway through. Laura knew she had to get to a toilet before the meeting. She shivered at the thought of sitting there with a full bladder trying to act professional. Or even worse; maybe - oh horror - wet herself in front of everyone! She shoved the thought of the appalling scenario away, reasoning that those things just don't happen. However desperate she would get, she could always find a way out or even holding it just a little bit longer. Grown girls don't wet themselves, that's just stupid! That didn't retract from the fact that she needed to find a toilet now if she was to retain her dignity. As they entered the restaurant, she immediately glanced toward the compartment beside the entrance in which the toilet was located but there was a line of three people waiting outside. Katherine ordered lunch for them both; they were short on time so they had decided on salad beforehand since they wouldn't have to wait too long for it. They settled down at a table and only about five minutes later, the waitress arrived with their salads, together with some bread and mineral water. Laura started to feel stressed out as she shoved in her lunch, careful not to drink too much water since her bladder already pressed against her waistband. She twisted around slightly on the seat, still trying to retain her composure but she was gripping the side of the chair with her free hand as she ate her salad with the other. "Miss Andrews, is it okay if I quickly pop into the restroom before we leave?" she asked meekly after she had finished eating and topped it off with a couple of gulps of water. "Alright, you may go, but you better be quick. We need to get going now if we're gonna be on time!" Katherine replied, knowing full well that she didn’t have a good excuse to deny her assistant just then, but still hoping that the restroom would be occupied. "Thanks! I'll be right back!" Laura said and hastily left the table and walked towards the toilet compartment. --- There was still someone in the restroom since the door was locked. Laura groaned and pinched her thighs together as she clenched her hands into fists at her sides. Not two minutes afterwards, Katherine approached the exit and called on her unfortunate assistant: "Laura! We need to get going now! Come on!" Laura silently whinged as she wrinkled her forehead and bit her lip. After a moment of hesitation she followed Katherine out the door. She couldn't help crossing her legs and take small steps as they walked towards the office building down the street. She must locate a restroom when they got there since her desperation had grown to an almost dangerous level. She felt the urine pressing down on her urethra and her anxious facial expression was certainly giving away than not everything was alright with this young woman. They arrived at the office block and Katherine went straight to the reception while Laura peeked around the building for something hinting of a toilet. "Andrews Corporation, we are meeting Mr. Holloway at 1 PM." Katherine announced to the receptionist. Laura stood a few feet behind, folding her arms in front of her and discreetly crossed her legs and pinched her thighs tightly together. "Right down the hallway here and you will reach the elevator. Mr. Holloway will be waiting at floor number 4 outside the office area." the receptionist informed Katherine. Katherine walked briskly to the elevator with poor Laura trying to keep up using her mini-steps. Luckily, the elevator was already there so they could get right in and ascend to their destination. Laura's heart began to beat heavily; she had to find a toilet before the meeting commenced. She bent her left knee slightly over her right as discreetly as she could while keeping her arms folded, tensing up her whole body in a mastodontic effort to keep the urine inside of her without showing it. They reached the fourth floor and were greeted by Mr. Holloway, the chief executive of the company, who would be hosting the meeting. "Miss Andrews, how nice to see you again! Looking lovely as always!" "Why, thank you, Mr. Holloway! Nice to see you too, I have a good feeling about what we're about to accomplish this afternoon!" Katherine replied with a friendly handshake before Holloway turned his eyes towards Laura: "And I assume this is your trusty disciple?" "Yes, Laura Henderson, nice to meet you." she replied and shook his hand while doing everything she could not to reveal her desperation. Mr. Holloway led them through a security door, and Laura instantly realised that she wouldn't be able to leave the office area until the meeting was over and they were heading home, because then she wouldn't be able to get back in. Consequently, she must locate a toilet in the office hallway if she was to save her dignity before the meeting.
Part 3 As they marched through the hallway to the conference room at the far end, Laura nervously looked all around for any sign of a toilet, but she couldn't see one! She was so desperate by now that she had to grip her thighs while scissoring her legs as she followed them along the hallway. They entered the conference room, consisting of two long tables conjoined at one end, forming a U-shape with chairs alongside it. Katherine and Laura placed themselves approximately at the middle of one side of the table row. The waistband of Laura's tight pants pressurized her bladder even more, urging her to pinch her legs tightly together while supporting herself with her hands against her thighs as she sat down. The meeting went underway and Mr. Holloway held an opening statement, lasting for about half an hour. Laura sat with her hands folded in her lap, anxiously squirming around and trying to pay attention. But her bladder was so full by now that most of her attention was directed on her lower regions, clenching her sphincter muscles hard while keeping her legs tightly together. Her mind and heart was racing as she was slowly starting to realise that there was a real possibility that she would wet herself in her expensive pants suit in front of a lot of important business people! Throughout her desperation she had always assured herself that no matter what the situation there would always be a toilet available somewhere, and even if not, she would always be able to hold it for just a little bit longer until there would be a toilet within her reach. But now she was trapped in a meeting in a completely unknown place with completely unknown people, having absolutely no clue where, or even if, there was a toilet within the area. She couldn't ask for it either. Well, she could, but she couldn't, because she was too shy. It was too embarrassing, these were dignified business professionals and she was a newbie. There was even a possibility that there wasn't a toilet in the area in which case it would be even more embarrassing, and most of all, Katherine would scold her for disgracing herself and the company and quite possibly even fire her for her unprofessional and undignified behaviour. For the first time, the possibility of her losing the battle in this meeting and having a very wet accident for all to see started to creep up on her. All these thoughts bounced around inside Laura's head while she struggled hard to keep her growing desperation under the radar, something she was by now failing to do. Straight across the table from where she sat, Paul, one of the younger employees of the company, couldn't help peeking at her occasionally, clearly noticing her cute squirming while worriedly looking around as Mr. Holloway droned on. He knew the signs of a desperate girl when he saw them and became more and more aroused at the sight of Laura's predicament, ultimately hoping for the meeting to last long enough for her to reach her limit and wet herself at the table. Or maybe she would swallow her pride at the last moment and throw her hand up in the air, desperately waving for attention and gasping out a request to go to the bathroom as pee began spreading under her and start dripping on the floor, then tearfully hurrying out from the room with urine rapidly soaking through her pants, leaving a trail as she went. He became hard just thinking about it; it was an ultimate fantasy and he silently prayed for it to come true as he watched sweet, innocent Laura in her grey business suit and cute blouse squirming around with her hands in her lap right across from him. Of course, such things rarely occurred and he didn't dare build up his hopes, but a man can dream, can't he? The meeting progressed and it was now 2 PM. Katherine took the stage and held an address about her own company and how they were visioning their future relationship with Mr. Holloway and his business crew. Laura started to sneak her hand down between her legs during her fidgeting, slightly lifting her opposite thigh over the other and clench really hard. There was so much urine in her bladder that it started to hurt and her heart beat faster as she realized it was almost one hour left until the break. It could as well have been one year in her mind, she couldn't remember the last time she had been this desperate! Her eyes wandered around aimlessly and she caught the eye of Paul, obviously checking her out in all her distress. She blushed and looked away while forcing her hand away from between her legs and tried to sit still, if only for a moment. Paul, on the other hand, quickly turned his head forward in Katherine's direction, hoping he hadn't given the impression of a perverted Peeping Tom or something. After Paul had looked away, Laura dared slide her hand back towards her crotch, still not grabbing herself though, but merely adding some pressure to the area eased her desperation a little, at least for now. She glanced at the clock on the wall every five minutes as the time marched on. Her bladder throbbed and she was subtly rocking back and forth while pressing her legs together under the table. She tried to pay attention to what Katherine said during her address, since it was crucial for Laura to get an insight in the relation between the companies, but she lost the thread multiple times as her abdominal pain surged through her in recurring fits. At 2:30, Laura had to alternate her subtle rocking with leaning onto her one buttock and fold her thigh slightly over the other in an awkward position to apply extra pressure on her urethra. She supported herself with her hand on the seat, partially lifting herself up and gently bobbing up and down. She carefully looked around to probe the attention and as she turned to her right, she noticed that the woman beside her looked suspiciously at her moves. She had to suppress her holding strategies or she would upset the meeting, or even worse, clear any doubt about her being desperate for a pee. She sat up straight again, pinching her legs together and put her hands onto her lap again, resorting to the subtle rocking. Breaktime finally approached and Laura was almost beside herself. She bit her lip while staring at the clock, counting down the minutes until she could finally seek relief from her torture. Katherine wound up her part of the meeting and Mr. Holloway stood up to announce that it was time to take a ten-minute break. Laura was so grateful that she could have cried. She slowly got up from her chair, keeping her hands on the front of her legs and advanced out of the room with small steps, always keeping her thighs tightly pressed together as she walked. Well outside the conference room, she looked around in the hallway, trying to figure out where the toilet could be. Katherine exited the conference room, noticing her pretty assistant moving away in the opposite direction towards where they came in from. Katherine knew there was a toilet inside the office area and she was heading towards it herself and hurried along the hallway in the other direction around the corner before Laura noticed. The hallway went in a big U formation with the conference room situated at the bottom of the U. They had come in through one prong and the toilet was located alongside the other prong. Laura started walking back towards where they had entered, crossing her legs and advancing in small, hurried steps. She went along the hallway, growing more and more frustrated that she didn't see anything and she knew she had to resort to asking an employee, however embarrassing it would be. She approached a woman coming out of an office room; "Er, excuse me, do you know where I can find a restroom in here?" she shyly asked. "Oh yes, there is one at the other side of this hallway. Just go back where you came from, follow the hallway to the other side and you will see the toilet further down the corridor." Laura thanked her and set off in the other direction. As she rounded the last corner and approached the toilet door, she realised with horror that there were three women outside waiting to get in. This was just too much! She only had about eight minutes before she had to be back at the meeting. But what choice did she have? She joined the line and immediately crossed her legs and started bobbing slightly up and down while folding her arms. The waistband of her tight trousers constantly added pressure to her already overfilled bladder. She had to make it inside or she would be in danger of wetting herself. After a couple of minutes, the door lock clicked and Katherine stepped out from the bathroom, giving place to the next visitor. "Laura!" she uttered, "Good thing you're here. Could you come with me for a moment?" Laura gritted her teeth; "Oh god, not now! I don't have time for this! I'm about to piss myself!" She reluctantly obeyed though, leaving the queue and followed her boss back to the meeting room, for the moment cleared on people. Katherine was quite impressed with Laura’s holding abilities. She had to come up with something to keep Laura from going to the toilet until the break was over though. "Now, before it resumes, I want you to get ready to take notes for the rest of the meeting." Katherine ordered. Laura stood impatiently, moving her knees back and forth with her arms tensed up at her sides. "Here is a protocol from the last meeting we had with this company." Katherine continued, "I need you to draw up a rough scheme so that you have something to follow now during the second part. It's important to get the essentials from this meeting down so that we can compare any changes to the previous one. You will tidy it up tomorrow morning on your computer." Katherine handed over a bunch of papers to Laura who watched her boss turn on her heels and head out in the hallway again. She was almost screaming out of frustration of not being able to get into the toilet, but she had to do what she was hired for or she would shatter the confidence she had slowly built up with Katherine. If she scribbled down the main pillars of the protocol fast enough, she might just have time to run to the toilet before the meeting began. She sat down and started speed-writing down the roughest of notes with an appalling handwriting, hardly readable, but she was confident that she could decipher it later on. Her legs were shaking under the table, her heart beating from stress of not having time to relieve herself and her bladder was aching under her pants, getting tighter and tighter as the afternoon progressed. With only two minutes left she had gotten about halfway through and she whined to herself; "Oooohhhhh, whyyyyy?! Why me, why now?! Gotta go gotta go gotta gooooo!!" she whimpered under her breath as she continued to fill her papers with hardly discernible hieroglyphs. Edited December 28, 2016 by Apan (see edit history)
Part 4 Finally she reached the end of the protocol. She threw down her pen and stood up as quickly as she could, still pinching her legs together. But just as she was about to walk out of the room, Mr. Holloway and his crew stepped in through the door. "Hello again, Miss Henderson!" he greeted her and walked up to the whiteboard and started to sort out papers for the next round. The room was repopulated with the staff members who sat down at their respective places. Laura silently groaned and curtseyed down in desperation and frustration, not believing her hard luck. She was so desperate, her bladder constantly pushing the urine against her urethra. She clenched her fists under the table and pressed her legs together so hard she was almost shaking. It was almost two hours left, could she possibly make it? She had no choice but to try, but it would be an unprecedented task; never in her life had she been this desperate! The meeting continued and Laura did what she could to keep up taking notes, but she couldn't bring herself to scribble down more than the absolute basics of what was being said. All her concentration was on not flooding the meeting room, something that seemed more and more like a real possibility. She breathed shallowly and nervously, constantly throwing an eye on the clock. She could hardly believe the amount of pee she was containing, not having been to the toilet since this morning, almost 8 hours ago by now. She couldn't remember the last time she had gone this long without a bathroom visit, if ever. At 3:30 PM she simply couldn't sit still, constantly squirming around on the chair, lifting her thighs up and down in cycles while grinding them tightly together. Her right hand scribbled down the basics of the meeting while her left hand was gripping her leg, occasionally sliding down in between them. Her abdomen pulsated, trying to push the ocean of urine out of her, causing her to rhythmically squeeze her thighs even tighter in an attempt to clamp off the impending catastrophe. "Laura!" Katherine suddenly whispered into Laura's ear with a stern hiss, "Would you please sit still! You're making a scene!" Laura froze in mid-motion, almost peeing herself out of sheer fright. She instinctively shoved her free hand into her crotch and folded her left knee over her right in order to hold back the threatening flood. She quickly took away the hand and instead crossed her legs in order to try and retain the pressure on her pee hole. This came at a cost though; her pants felt so tight around her underbelly and the waistband cut into her bladder, but it was the only thing she could do to at least try and keep her composure without looking too conspicuous. Paul was still throwing glances across the table at the pretty, squirming girl, wondering just how desperate she was by now, two hours after he had first taken notice of her subtle moves. He was a bit confused over why she hadn't been to the toilet during the break; why would she put herself through the torture of sitting through a long meeting with a full bladder? It didn't make sense, but all the same he was growing more and more aroused by the thought of his fantasies coming true. If she pissed herself in those tight pants, there was no way she could possibly get away with it. That fabric would show up any leak, not to mention a full-on accident. He became hard just thinking about it. Please, keep her inside the meeting until she can't hold it any longer and wets herself, please! She's so cute and so sexy in that business attire! Laura kept her legs tightly crossed and started to gently sway them from side to side, careful not to draw the attention of her boss, obviously annoyed by her nervous fidgeting. But it was getting so painful, the ever-increasing amount of urine pressed on in every direction inside of her. She carefully uncrossed her legs but had to keep her left thigh slightly bent over her right, flexing her muscles to keep the pressure applied. It was now almost 4 PM and she knew she was approaching the end of her tether. Poor, sweet, shy Laura, bursting to the point of wetting herself after holding it for so long on her very first day at work, and not being able to excuse herself and simultaneously trying not to let it show. It was an absolute nightmare! Her meeting notes were reduced to barely readable scribbles on the paper as the clock went past 4 PM. She put down her pen and placed her hands behind her on the seat as she crossed her legs again, squeezing her thighs while tying her legs together in a firm knot. One hour, only one more hour! She had made it this far, she just had to make it a little bit longer. She couldn't wet herself, not here, not in front of all these high-brow professionals. Girls don't piss themselves, grown girls definitely don't piss themselves, it just doesn't happen, they can always hold on a little bit longer. She repeated it like a mantra inside her head to convince herself that she would be alright. She would be, simply because she had to be. At about 4:15 Laura began to cramp, causing her to slightly lift herself off the chair while trying to put some extra weight on her already intertwined thighs to keep the massive pool of urine inside of her. She wanted nothing more than to raise her hand and ask to be let off to the toilet, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, especially since Katherine had scolded her for not keeping still. Waves of desperation surged through her whole body and she couldn't help rocking back and forth on her chair again with her legs tied up in a knot. She resumed her attempts to take notes as Mr. Holloway went on and on about business relations. The clock went past 4:30 and Laura couldn't believe it was even possible to be this desperate. She knew that she was now living on borrowed time and that she could begin peeing uncontrollably any minute. Her heart pounded inside her chest and she breathed more and more shallowly to keep all the right muscles tensed up. Her bladder throbbed and ached, violently protesting against her measures to keep it shut. Paul's heart was pounding as well, but for a completely different reason. He kept half an eye on the poor girl, now looking like she was about to cry, and wondered just for how long she would be able to endure. He both expected and hoped for a massive flood to suddenly emerge from under her, saturating her tight pants, flowing over the chair and stream down all over the floor in a giant puddle. He was so excited at the prospect that he could hardly concentrate on his boss's ramblings. Laura slowly uncrossed her legs again, leaning slightly forward and trying to reach into her groin without Katherine noticing. She grinded her thighs up and down while mildly twisting around on the chair. It hurt so badly now but she only had to endure about 20 more minutes. Mr. Holloway was beginning to sum up the accomplishments of the afternoon and Laura had her eyes glued on him, almost as if urging him to wrap up the meeting. The minutes lumbered by and suddenly she experienced a major surge in her abdomen, causing her to quickly cross her legs tightly again, gripping her knee with one hand and supporting herself against the seat with the other. She was so close to start pissing herself right then, but she held her breath and managed to avoid it. Finally, as the clock showed about 4:55 and the finish line was within sight, Mr. Holloway started to round up everything. Laura sat with her legs doubled-crossed, slowly rocking back and forth with her hands on the seat, staring longingly at him. She felt another fatal surge approaching and she clenched her thighs hard while suppressing the tidal wave threatening to erupt out of her body. Eventually the clock struck 5 and Mr. Holloway made his final statement, thanking everybody for being there and started gathering his paperwork. Katherine stood up while Laura swept her paperwork together in a rather untidy fashion, all the while bouncing her legs up and down, knowing relief was just around the corner now. "H-here, Miss Andrews." she meekly announced to her boss while trying to act unaffected, "It's not the prettiest of handywork, b-but I'l know what I wrote when I read it, it'll all come together when I write it down on my computer tomorrow." "Very well." Katherine replied sternly, not looking too impressed, "I trust that you know what you're doing. This is important, you know! Now, let's get back to the car and drive back home!" Katherine closed her briefcase and walked out of the room, expecting Laura to follow suit to make sure that she wouldn’t be able to sneak in to a restroom on the way out. Laura quickly put her blazer on and hurried after as fast as she could, but she was in so much pain that she had to bend over and walk with her legs crossed. "Miss Andrews!" she anxiously called after her boss as she waddled down the hallway towards the exit, scared to death that she wouldn't be able to use the toilet first, but Katherine was already on her way out the security door and further onward to the elevator. Laura was almost crying, hobbling along with scissoring legs and over ten hours worth of urine pent up inside of her. Every step hurt so bad and her pants were so tight against her poor tummy. Paul watched Laura advancing down the hallway, eyeing her sexy bottom wriggling with the soft fabric stretching over it as she twisted her legs together while walking out. He was amazed she hadn't wet herself by now, and in all honesty, quite disappointed as well. His fantasies were still alive and kicking though and as he saw her disappear out the door, he conjured up images of her starting to piss herself while desperately running to the nearest bathroom on the ground floor. At least he had had the luck of experiencing an amazing display of female toilet distress. Laura followed Katherine into the elevator, forcing away her hands from between her legs but still having to grab her sides tightly. As the elevator began to descend, she couldn't help but curtseying down while grinding her knees together. "I have to say, I am a bit disappointed at your immature behaviour this afternoon, Laura!" Katherine said in an admonishing tone, referring to her not being able to keep still during the meeting and her sloppy note-taking. "Since it's your very first day, I assume that you're a bit nervous as this is a new experience and all, but I do hope that you will display a more appropriate behaviour at work from now on! You are after all representing a big company and are expected to behave accordingly!" "Yes, Miss Andrews." Laura replied sheepishly while suppressing another surge, "I'm sorry, I'm just... I'm a bit tired, that's all. I promise I'll do better!" The elevator reached the ground floor and they stepped out. While walking towards the exit, Laura frantically looked around the lobby for a bathroom sign, but she hadn't seen one when they arrived and she didn't see one now. She was screaming inside her head to blurt out that she needed to find one before they set off, but she was so afraid of upsetting Katherine again that she couldn't bring herself to do it, despite being seconds from flooding her trousers. She was so desperate, so absolutely bursting and in so much pain that she couldn't walk straight, walking hunched over with her hands gripping her thighs while tip-toeing as fast as she could after Katherine out the exit door and towards the car park. Katherine was more than surprised by Laura’s holding abilities and had actually expected her poor assistant to finally lose control during the last part of the meeting. She imagined the vast amount of urine that Laura must be storing inside of her by now and became really horny thinking about the massive accident it would result in. But if Laura had made it this far, she could probably last until they got back to the office. Katherine’s mind was working overtime with how she could keep on keeping her assistant from the restroom when they got back.
Part 5 As they approached the car, Laura did some haphazard maths in her head; it would take another half hour to get back to the office, provided they could avoid the evening traffic. She had no idea if she could hold it that much longer since she had never ever been this desperate in her whole life, but she knew she had to. Just a half hour car ride, then take the elevator up to the lobby and run to the toilet. Big girls don't piss themselves, and she was a big girl, thus she won't piss herself! They reached the car and Laura carefully folded herself into the passenger seat, afraid to part her legs even for one second, but she clenched her muscles and slid herself onto the bright leather seat. As Katherine started the engine and eased out of the carpark, Laura sat with her legs slowly bobbing up and down with her hands folded and pressing down into her lap. The pain was almost unbelievable and she was swimming with urine. Her poor kidneys were still trying to press more and more into her bladder but it wouldn't be long until it had nowhere else to go than out in her pants. She bit her lip and tried not to start crying, but she wasn't far off from doing so. They reached a junction just as the traffic lights turned red, forcing Katherine to slow down to a halt. "Oh please, no, not this! Oh God, I don't have time for this! Please change, please change!" Laura panically thought to herself, desperately staring out the car window at the red light. She crossed her legs tightly as she felt a major surge going through her lower regions. The lights changed and they were on their way again, heading out on the outer city route, further leading out onto the freeway. The traffic was quite heavy since everyone was on their way home from work, but it still flowed smoothly. Laura silently thanked whoever is up there for their uninterrupted progress. After about five minutes they reached the freeway and Katherine picked up a steady speed. Soon they would be back. Twenty minutes, twenty-five tops. Laura sat with her legs in a tight knot, rocking back and forth with her hands underneath her. Her bladder throbbed harder and harder. About five minutes into their freeway route, the car in front of them slowed down so Katherine had little choice but to do the same. Laura instantly reacted and breathed in heavily and a frightened look washed over her face. She uncrossed her legs and started twisting around, bending her thighs over each other. Then the car in front of them slowed down to a halt. Laura panicked; "Oh no!!! What is happening?! Why are we stopping?! I have to get back! I have to pee! I'm pissing myself, oh God I'm pissing myself!!!! Move, please move!!!!" she thought to herself, feeling tears emerging in her eyes. She put one hand on her thigh and folded her knee halfway over the other while twisting her body around on the seat. She could feel the urine pressing onto her sphincter. Katherine remembered the roadwork she had noticed in the opposite lane on their way to the meeting, and now they were in that very lane. She knew this would add at least ten minutes to their journey, possibly even more due to the now much heavier traffic. Laura couldn't help herself now. She was constantly twisting and turning on the seat while grinding her thighs back and forth over each other, sucking in air between her teeth. The pain was overwhelming and her poor muscles couldn't handle much more. She began to silently sob out of pure desperation and frustration of not being able to go anywhere and knowing her holding abilities were steadily running out. The car line was huge and they crept forward at a tantalizingly slow speed. Five minutes went by and they hadn't gotten more than about a few hundred meters. Katherine spotted the area of the roadwork way ahead, figuring it would take at least five more minutes to get past it. Laura, now being at her absolute limit, crossed her legs again in a double-knot and started swaying from side to side. Her hands were balled up in fists pressing down onto the seat. This was nothing short of a nightmare! Her bladder violently throbbed and her lower regions pulsated, helplessly fighting against the oncoming flood. The cars slowly eased forward. Laura flexed her thigh muscles while rocking back and forth on the seat. She was in total distress and tears began rolling down her face. "Oh God, please move, please hurry, pleeeeeease!!!" she silently begged the cars in front of them. She was panting heavily, still sitting with her legs double-crossed, clenching her fists hard while violently twisting about on the seat. They slowly got closer and closer to the roadwork area. She flexed every muscle she had down there as she felt a giant spasm surge through her whole body. PSSSSSS A two-second spurt suddenly entered her tight pants and spread both underneath her bum and upward between her tightly crossed legs, making an obvious patch oozing out on the fabric. "Oh no, oh god, please don't, please not now, not yet...!!!!" she thought to herself as the gasped. She was starting to cry out of pure anxiety of how things was about to turn out. She was breathing hard and tears ran down her cheeks as a thousand thoughts swirled around in her head; If she by some divine miracle could hold it in until they arrived at the garage, she could jump out, yank down her trousers and let go on the concrete right beside the car. It wasn't the most dignified of arrivals, but it was the best she could hope for now. Her pants would still be wet between her legs but she could conceal it if... PSSSSSSSCCHHHHHHHT "Ohnonononono please oh God, nononooooo!!!" Another spurt gushed out into her pants, lasting almost five seconds this time before she managed to cut it off. She began to all-out cry as she pinched her legs even harder together in a knot. It spread out towards the sides of her pants and she felt it starting to pool up underneath her bum. There was so much urine inside of her and her pants were already wet beyond any reasonable alternative explanation, she cried out of sheer hopelessness of the situation. She had nowhere to go, her holding abilities were totally spent and she had no idea how to face her boss who undoubtedly was aware of what was happening. She was panting and sobbing, uncrossing her legs and bent one thigh over the other while pressing her right hand into her crotch as hard as humanly possible while trying to cover her emerging accident with her left. "So much pee, oh God, so full, gotta hold it, please, oh God, just a few more minutes, oh please, oh no, cramp, hold it, hold it, pinch, no, nonono, it's coming, oh no, so much, oh God, cramp, I don't wanna, oh please, I don't wanna, no, no no no, NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" PSSSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH An irreversible contraction surged through her whole body, forcing her day's worth of pee out into her pants with a loud hiss. It was like holding the end of a faucet. It spread all underneath her, rapidly pooling up in the seat and eventually running down the sides and at the front, adding to a growing lake on the floor. Her pants were instantly soaked. Due to her clenched legs and grasping hands, the pee was also forced upwards, pooling up between her legs and even up the front of her pants, eventually running down from her waistband over her hands and onto her lap and down her thighs onto the seat. It was an unbelievable mess and it just kept on gushing, all the while with a devastated Laura crying her eyes out. Laura pissed on and on for almost two minutes, not leaving one dry spot on her pants which now had turned a glistening dark grey, and produced a lake on the seat and an ocean on the floor. Even her blouse became wet from the giant torrent. The car was filled with the unmistakeable smell of pee-soaked clothing. She was inconsolable, burying her face in her hands and just crying and crying, not knowing what to do or where to go. "I do hope you're happy with your day's work, young lady!" Katherine scolded angrily as Laura looked up from her hands all teary-eyed and miserable. "Is this what I'm supposed to expect from you while on duty?!" Laura began crying even harder, "I'm sorry, I couldn't wait, I was so desperate! Please, Miss Andrews, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" she whined as tears streamed down her face. She was so helpless, burying her face in her hands again. "Well, if you really had to go that bad, you should have told me" Katherine retorted irritatingly, not really wanting Laura to lose it while still in the car. At least it wasn’t her own car but she would still have to have it reconditioned on the expense of the company. She couldn't help but feeling sorry for poor Laura though, reduced to bathing in her own urine and weeping haplessly into her hands. She also couldn't help but feeling extremely turned on, remembering the previous wetting incidents with her former assistant. "I'm so sorry, Miss Andrews!" Laura sobbed as they had passed the roadworks and Katherine could step on the gas again. "I tried going to the bathroom all day but I didn't get the chance. Please, don't fire me, this has never happened before and it won't happen again! I will clean out the car when we get back!" Katherine's initial annoyance had settled and she reassured her despaired assistant: "Calm down, Laura. I'm not gonna fire you, it's not the end of the world. I will arrange for the car to be cleaned, you don't have to care about it." "Thank you, Miss Andrews." Laura sniffled as she dried her tears. They continued the journey back to the office garage in silence. Laura gradually calmed down somewhat but still couldn't believe what she had done. Her pants were completely soaked, almost as if they had been submerged in water, and they felt soggy against her legs. She was so embarrassed and was still rather upset when they entered the garage to park the car. "I promise this won't happen again!" she tried to assure her boss when the car ground to a halt in the parking space. "Of course it won't." Katherine commented as she suppressed a wily grin.
Right, in my desire to leave no stone unturned and no loose ends untied, I will provide an alternate ending for this one as well, as with the other two. As usual, we'll pick up the action by the last chapter. Hope you'll enjoy the ride, because Laura most certainly won't.  Spoiler As they approached the car, Laura did some haphazard maths in her head; it would take another half hour to get back to the office, provided they could avoid the evening traffic. She had no idea if she could hold it that long, but she knew she had to. Just a half hour car ride, then take the elevator up to the lobby and run to the toilet. Big girls don't piss themselves, and she was a big girl, thus she won't piss herself! Laura carefully folded herself into the passenger seat, afraid to part her legs even for one second, clenching her muscles and slid herself onto the bright leather seat. As Katherine eased out of the carpark, Laura sat with her legs bobbing up and down with her hands folded and pressing down into her lap. The pain was unbelievable and she was absolutely brimming with urine. Her kidneys continued pressing more and more into her bladder but it wouldn't be long until it had nowhere else to go than out in her pants. They reached a junction just as the traffic lights turned red, forcing Katherine to slow down to a halt. "Oh please, no, not this! Oh God, I don't have time for this! Please change, please change!" Laura panically thought to herself, desperately staring out the car window at the red light. She crossed her legs tightly as she felt a major surge going through her lower regions. The lights changed and they were on their way again, heading out on the outer city route, further leading out onto the freeway. Laura sat with her legs in a tight knot, rocking back and forth with her hands underneath her. Her bladder throbbed harder and harder and she could feel the urine pressing onto her sphincter. It hurt so much. Tears emerged in her eyes. She became more and more certain that she would finally have an accident before they were back. Then, as they were still approaching the freeway on the outer route, Laura spotted a sign announcing a petrol station in a couple of kilometers. Her mind went into overdrive. This was her last chance! She was still very much afraid to upset her boss who had just told her off though. But she was minutes from totally flooding the car. Oh god, I have to say something, I can’t wait any longer!! But she was so very shy, so anxious that Katherine would have a go at her yet again. She was constantly twisting and turning on the seat while grinding her thighs back and forth over each other. The pain was overwhelming and her poor muscles couldn't handle much more. Just ask her, she will understand! They approached another sign; now there was only one kilometer left. She began to silently sob out of pure desperation and frustration over her stupid shyness. You have to ask her to pull in there! You will piss yourself otherwise!! You can’t hold it till you’re back!!! Katherine speeded past the sign and turned the car over into the overtaking lane in order to get past a couple of cars moving just a tad bit too slow for her tastes. Laura sat there, saying nothing, biting her lip, panting in utter frustration. Soon they would pass that petrol station at speed. She screamed at herself inside her head. YOU’RE GONNA PISS YOURSELF IN YOUR BOSS’S CAR! SAY IT, JUST SAY SOMETHING GODDAMNIT! She saw the station sign in the distance and almost started to cry out of frustration. She had to, she just had to. She braced herself: “…Miss Andrews, I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad but I really really have to find a bathroom, could we please just turn into that petrol station real quick, I really can’t hold it any longer, I have to go now, I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad, please!” She breathlessly spouted out her desperate plea without pausing between words and was almost crying by now, out of desperation, humiliation and fear of being scolded for her childish request. The next second felt like eternity as Laura sat there sniffling, waiting for a reply. “You really can’t wait until we are back?” Katherine replied, more matter-of-factly rather than sternly, “We’re only about twenty minutes away from the office. Surely you can wait.” They were fast approaching the station, only a few hundred meters before they would pass it! Laura panicked and started sobbing even more. “I can’t, I’m sorry, I really really really have to go, please, please, I’m so so so sorry, please Miss Andrews, please pull in!!” Katherine sighed. She knew she had not much choice lest she wanted to out her inner sadism in front of her poor subject. Laura was a good girl, she didn’t really deserve this and Katherine knew it. She had to relent and let the poor girl get to the toilet before she had an accident. Look at her even now, all red-faced and crying. Who knows just how devastated she would be if she did wet herself after having been so explicitly denied her last chance of dry salvation? Just as they were about to pass the sliproad, Katherine slowed down and steered the car onto it and towards the petrol station. “Alright, I guess another five minutes won’t make any difference, but be quick!” Katherine said as she turned the car onto the concourse. “Oh thank you, Miss Andrews, thankyouthankyouthankyou, I will be quick, I promise, thank you so so so much!!!” Laura responded as the car slowed down to a halt. She only had to make it inside and to the restroom and she would be saved. But her bladder was pulsating hard and she realized that she wouldn’t even be able to stand up straight. She opened the door and stumbled out of the car, holding herself up by the doorframe, her left leg constantly pressing over her right as she tripped forward with small small microsteps while slowly rising her tortured body into a half-erect pose. Katherine was already debating her decision to give in. It would have been so hot to watch Laura totally drench her pants there in the passenger seat. She could have made up an excuse of being short on time, but then again, it was the end of the workday so probably not. And she couldn’t escape the very fact that Laura was such a sweet and ambitious girl. It wouldn’t be right to force her to go in her pants, and on her first day at that. Katherine convinced herself that she should be proud of her newly acquired warrior instead, having suffered in silence for so long and still managing to keep it together. It’s been like ten hours, her bladder must be massive! She couldn’t help but wonder just how big a lake Laura would have produced, had she not made it... “Right, might as well top up the car”, Katherine thought and got out to fill the tank. Meanwhile, Laura walked, or tried to walk, hunched over, tightly scissoring her legs around each other while putting one foot in front of the other as fast as she could. She couldn’t have straightened up if her life depended on it, the pain was overwhelming, each miniscule jolt caused by her steps threatened to open the taps and release her day’s worth of urine into her business slacks. She sobbed in total frustration and fear of there being a queue, or it being locked, or there not even being a public restroom there! Oh God, please please please, not that! She advanced through the entrance, pausing for just one second to scan the inside of the station, spotting a short hallway leading past the cash register on her left and what just had to be their public convenience, it just had to. Still without being able to keep her composure, she hobbled towards it, her knees held together as tightly as a pair of pliers while alternately grinding them across each other. As she got closer she saw the universal sign on the door – that stylized man, woman and wheelchair within a blue square that for most people most of the time meant nothing, but for Laura it meant a world and a half; it meant not wetting her elegant pant suit in public in a gas station with people coming and going! One of those people was a young man who had just entered the station to pay for his petrol only moments after Laura’s not very graceful entrance. He immediately noticed the cute young redhead in a business suit clearly stressed out of her mind, and as he spotted her crisscrossing legs he realized at once what was up. His chap stiffened inside his jeans and his heart beat faster as he watched her struggle towards the restroom from where he stood at the entrance doors. He could not afford to miss this! The young man just then decided that he was on the lookout for wiper blades which just happened to be located in the sales rack closest to the register. Of course, what he really wanted was a vantage point from where he could observe how things would play out for that obviously very desperate business lady. So he proceeded to pretend looking through the assortment of blades while glancing towards the restroom with an ever increasing heart rate. He silently implored whatever god there might be that the restroom would be occupied… Laura implored as well, albeit for the exact opposite, as she waddled towards the restroom door. She felt a giant spasm through her body and her poor sphincter almost couldn’t withstand the enormous pressure from above. By pure reflex, she immediately shoved her right hand deep into her crotch, despite it highlighting her public distress even further. The young man stood holding a pack of wiper blades while nervously watching Laura bending over with crossed legs and holding her crotch in front of the restroom door, momentarily unable to move. Then he saw her left hand reach for the handle. Be occupied, please be occupied. These things just don’t happen, and it is about to happen! She pulled down the handle. Please be occupied! And it was. His heart went into overdrive. Laura panicked. The second she realized the door wouldn’t open she switched her leg crossing, pressing with all her might against her crotch while rustling the handle in total despair. Her bladder had just about had enough and when the next giant spasm arrived, it relented. SSSHHH “No….nononono….please no….” Laura cried breathlessly. This was so unfair! She was starting to piss herself at the very finishing line, in her elegant professional suit, and in a crowded service station at that! It’s so so so unfair! She was just about to make it! Why did the toilet have to be taken now of all times?! “Hey, I think you need to ask for a key to the restroom!” A man who was just getting out the door had spotted the brief but intense struggle taking place down that short hallway and felt compelled to chip in while passing. Laura, having just clamped of that fatal spurt, waddled back towards the register and right then she encountered her boss having entered the station to pay for the petrol. “Miss Andrews…. It’s locked… I need… oh god… I need a key… oh god… it’s too late… I’m having an accident!!!!!” Laura could hardly string two words together by this point, tears beginning to run down her cute face as she stood in front of her boss, cross-legged and crouching, clamping down so hard on herself that she was shaking. The young guy still tried to look more interested in wipers than in a beautiful young office lady about to have a massive accident right in his sight. By now he was failing badly. “Oh… we’ll ask for the key then” Katherine replied. Somehow the desperate display of her cute assistant being just seconds from totally humiliating herself in a public setting became too much even for her. She had no choice but to take pity on poor Laura. So she turned to the cashier who was in the midst of helping out a customer. “Excuse me sir, I hate to interrupt but we are having an emergency here. Could you lend us the restroom key, please?” Katherine requested. “Oh, really sorry about that, we locked it up as it’s not functional at the moment. I thought we had a sign up but apparently not, sorry.” Laura almost fainted. She bent forward a little more as she whined in total despair. The young guy stood biting his lip while stupidly holding onto the wiper blade catalogue, all but failing to give off the impression of actually reading it. “You don’t suppose we could borrow the staff toilet? She really can’t wait any longer.” Katherine enquired, making a gesture towards her poor colleague. “Sorry, we are not allowed to let customers in back there. Security reasons, sorry.” the cashier replied casually. Katherine cranked up her authoritativeness a notch. “Come on, she is about to have an accident! It can’t be that much of a deal to let her use your restroom when the public one is out of order, can it?” “…please….” Laura chirped in, all teary-eyed and panting, feeling yet another spasm causing her to convulse slightly. Oh my god did it hurt so very very much! The cashier hesitated for a moment. The wiper guy, having overheard the back-and-forth by the register, silently implored him not to give in. “Alright, I’ll go back there and ask the manager if it’s ok to let her in. I can’t promise anything though. I’ll be back in a second”, and with that he asked the customer to bear with him for a moment as he disappeared through the door behind the counter. While waiting for him to come back, Laura stood frozen in place with her legs crossed and bent down, one hand holding onto the cash register counter, the other buried deep into her now damp crotch. She panted, praying with all her might that she would be allowed to use the staff toilet. The seconds trudged on, feeling like eternities in her poor desperate mind. Then suddenly, a cramp! SSSHH Her hand getting warmer… “No… oh no….” SSSSHH …and even warmer…. “I can’t hold it…. oh no… no….” Laura panicked, realizing this was it. She tried to squeeze her legs even tighter together. Still no sign of the cashier. SSSHH “It’s coming… oh no… oh no….” That last spurt was so powerful it went through the fabric of the back of her pants and dripped onto the floor behind her. Still no cashier. SSHH Piss started to spurt out between her fingers wrapped around her crotch. “No..no…….please…..” Still no cashier. SSSSSHHH “Noooooooo……” The drips from her backside almost turned into a stream for a split second. Then the back door opened, not a second too soon and maybe several seconds too late. “I talked to the manager and it’s ok, she can use our bathroom back here. I’ll hold the door for you.” Laura didn’t waste one second. She set off with her hand still buried in between her legs, piss desperately hissing out in spurts as she ran behind the counter and through the door. SSH – SSHH – SSHH – SHHH - SSSH She felt it starting to go pool up in her cupped hand and down her thighs as she only seconds later crashed through the restroom door on her left. She literally ripped apart her pant button and tore down the zipper, piss still spurting out, dripping down her thighs. With one swift move, down with her pants and panties and – SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH Over ten hours worth of urine cascaded out into the bowl, almost as if the toilet was flushing. It was so much, the stream so powerful, the violent hiss echoed inside the small cubicle. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Laura was beside herself. The relief was unfathomable. All that urine was only seconds from ending up in her pants and on the floor. Granted, some of it did, but essentially she had made it. The percentage of the amount that ended up staining her pants could probably be measured in mere tenths, given the amount she was now releasing into the bowl. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH It just went on and on. For over two minutes, maybe approaching three even, she sat there while her poor tortured bladder poured itself empty after having suffered for so long. It still hurt but it felt like a massive stone had been removed from her abdomen. Finally she was done. She dried her tears from her face and proceeded to inspect her trousers. They were clearly wet in the crotch and a bit down the thighs. Nothing compared to what could have been but still noticeable. From behind though, it was much less noticeable, almost no sign apart from a few minor streaks where the piss had been spurting through. Her panties were ruined though, so she took them off and threw them into the bin. She could manage the way back to the office going commando. She made an effort to dab the wet parts on her pants with toilet paper. She did indeed make a scene out there and felt very embarrassed by having so publicly been on the verge of a very wet accident, all red-faced and crying in shame while begging for a toilet. She convinced herself that once she and her boss were out of here, she would have little to no reason to revisit this particular service station anytime soon, “Laura? Are you alright?” Katherine’s word suddenly emerged from behind the toilet door. She had been let in by the cashier after insisting on looking up on her poor assistant. She had noticed a trail of drips on the floor leading all the way up to the toilet, a token of Laura having been on the absolute knife edge. If the cashier had delayed even seconds longer, those drips wouldn’t have been back there. And they wouldn’t have been drips; they would have been a massive ocean in front of the register for everyone inside the station to see. Katherine became almost dizzy by the thought, but ultimately she was glad that her sweet young assistant had made it, even if just barely. Laura exited the toilet, carefully opening the door while holding her purse in front of her pants. “I’m so sorry, miss Andrews… please, don’t be mad, I was so desperate after holding it all day, I couldn’t wait any longer….” Her voice trailed off into a cry with the last sentence, and tears started running down her face. “I’m… I’m so sorry, miss Andrews…” she hulked, silently sobbing, partly out of shame but also at the horrific thought of having been delayed further, or even denied to use the staff toilet. That feeling and smell of warm piss oozing out into the fabric around her hand was a terrifying herald of the most humiliating and devastating situation she could ever imagine; wetting herself in a public place, and with the almost equally humiliating desperation on full display preceding it at that! The image was so stark and overwhelmingly horrifying that she couldn’t help but cry, even though she had made it, more or less. “Ssssh, it’s ok, Laura”, Katherine gave her crying assistant a hug in an effort to console her. “It’s ok, you made it after all, didn’t you. Let’s get back now and forget about this afternoon, ok?” “Ok… thanks, miss Andrews” Laura sobbed, having calmed down enough to stop crying. She had indeed made it, and if anything, she ought to be proud of herself, her incredible holding capacity. Her damp crotch would dry out eventually, but for now, she could probably get away with keeping her purse in front of her while hurrying out through the station. Katherine opened the back door and peeked out into the store area. None of the customers who had witnessed Laura’s distress seemed to be left by now. “Come on, Laura. Get out to the car while I pay for the petrol, and then we’ll be on our way”, she beckoned. Laura followed suit and scurried out, past the register and out the door and got in the company car to wait for her boss. As Katherine stood and paid, she couldn’t help but feeling impressed by Laura’s otherworldly bladder capacity. Over ten hours, and with coffee and water on top of that! Such a brave soul she was after all, this new girl. But as glad as she was that she had made it in the end, the more sinister part of her mind was ever so slightly beginning to conjure up a potential day’s worth of timetabled assignments. Something that might be just a tad bit more challenging for Laura’s bladder this time…
Melissa is 14 years old, and lives in a fair house, in a small town away from the large cities. The town wasnt very populated. Everyone knew each other for the most part. School just ended, and Melissa was walking with her friends, heading towards their houses. They all live side by side. Claire sighed, and smiled. School was over, and it was time to party. "So... Mel. What are we going to do?", she asked. Melissa began thinking of all the fun, exciting..., naughty things.. that they would do together. "Well..", Melissa began with a grin, "We will start with that idea I was thinking of. The one I mentioned a few days ago."  Rachel look at Melissa, trying to remember what the idea was. "Oh yeah.. right. The one where your parent leave and.. y'know", Rachel said. Melissa nodded, her smile growing even bigger. Before they could work out the details, they reached home. "Alright Mel, Claire.. Tomorrow, we meed at Mel's and start the thing". Then they all ran off.     "Alright sweetie. Be safe, have fun.  We will be back in 2 days", her mom said softly, as she kissed Melissa goodbye. Melissa waved, but her thoughts were focused on what they would do. Melissa ran straight to her room and undressed. Then she began surfing the closet, looking for the best outfit to wear  for this spectacular event. Her parents dont leave often, so it is rare when she gets alone naughty time with her friends. Melissa pulled out 3 pairs of panties, and a pair of jeans. Slowly, she pulled on the green panties on, followed by blue ones, and then pink. Then she pulled on her tight jeans. They barely fit over the fat layer of clothes. She loved it. Then, she sprinted for her phone which lay on the kitchen table. She almost tripped down the stairs! She snatched her phone and dialed her friends. “Its on Claire, get Rachel and come over wearing your favorite outfit”, she said to Claire as she pulled on a shirt. Claire whimpered from excitement, and hung up.     The door bell rang, and Melissa went to open the door. As she did, she was greeted with Claire, Rachel, and Aaron. She gasped. Aaron was a guy she really liked in her class, and he was going to participate!? She was overwhelmed with excitement and extremely turned on. “So Melissa, you gonna let us in”, he said jokingly. They all walked in and went to the living room to discuss the plans. The idea was to spend the 2 days while Melissa’s parent were gone, without visiting the bathroom at all! “So guys. Lets just live our lives, except we cant use the bathroom at all! I know Im excited”. It was 6:00 pm. Everyone already had been to the bathroom, so there were no worries.. for now. Melissa explained the evening plan. Then, she went to show everyone where they will be sleeping. She offered Aaron to sleep with her in her bed. He agreed. Claire would sleep on the couch and Rachel would sleep in Melissa’s parent’s bedroom. Once that was settled, everyone decided on a movie, grabbed some soda, and sat down on the sofa to watch     Time flew. The movie series was so interesting they almost forgot about their whole plan! Claire drank 5 cans of coke and was the first one who needed to go pee. It was 9:30 pm. The party was just getting started. Claire wore a pair of black panties and a pink skirt. Another 30 minutes passed, and Claire began squirming. “Im going to go use the bathroom guys, can you pause the movie?”, she asked. “Claire, dont you remember. All peepee and poopoo bussiness goes in your pants”, Melissa reminded. Claire readied herself. She was quite nervous having to pee helself in front of the hottest guy in their class. She slowly released a small stream. She tried to stop it but it was too late. A gushing noise can be heard as her pee trickled through her panties and onto her leggings. The pee was very visibly pouring onto the couch making a large puddle under her on the leather sofa. The pee leaked off and onto the carpet on the floor. It spread on the couch, wetting Aaron’s sweatpants along with Rachel’s jeans. Claire felt a fart coming, so she let it out as well, making a loud stinkbomb. The pee still trickled. Her skirt was soaked and her panties were fully wet. She smiled as she finished relieving herself. “Nice!”, commented Melissa, returning her focus to the movie.    The movie continued and at 10:00, the group decided to finalize their night. After all, this was a long day. The last day of school. They went to bed. Claire’s pee cooled off, making her clothes feel cold, but its ok. They couldnt change clothes at all so she had to enjoy it while it lasted. Everyone got into their beds and fell asleep.     Melissa awoke and glanced at the clock. 3am. She tapped Aaron who was asleep next to her. He opened his eyes slightly. “Hey Aaron. I need to go pee. Im going to go now, so... just wanted you to know”. Aaron was a bit confused, still not fully awake, but then caught on. He got up too. “Well Mel”, he said as he stroked Melissa’s cheeck, “I need to go too”. Melissa was in disbelief. ‘Does he actually like me’, she thought. She had the urge to reach for his crotch for a second, but she did not want to go too far. This was sexual enough. “Aaron, you pee first”. Aaron sighed, and began letting go. You could clearly see his boner sticking out and a fountain of pee pouring from it. He had a look of relief and happiness on his face. The pee made a large wet patch on his gray sweatpants. It was also slowly making a stain on the bed and blanket. Then it just ended, leaving a very wet bed. He layed back down and half closed his eyes, staring at Melissas crotch. “you’re next”, he reminded her with a smile. “I actually need to poop too”, Melissa added, as she let out a long but silent fart. Then she began to pee. The pee slowly soaked through the 3 pairs of panties and began to make a wet stain on her jeans. The pee trickled down her left leg and started to enlarge the pee stain made by Aaron on the bed. As she was peeing, she also farted again, and began to push. A long log was coming out, forming a lump on her butt. The tight jeans and panties squished the poop around her butt cheecks making a massive mess. The warm poop and pee felt amazing. Aaron and Melissa then went back to sleep Meanwhile....      Rachel was interrupted from her dreams by the urge to pee, so she just opened her eyes slightly to be aware of her sorroundings and pushed full force. The jet stream of pee was quickly puddling up under her on the bed, not soaking in yet. She fiddled her hands in it as the puddle got larger. Then finally after she was done, she went back to sleep.      It was 10:00 am. Claire was first to wake up. She was holding her crotch immedeatly. Not having peed all night long, she now had that usual morning urge. Still holding herself, she let go, allowing the pee to pour all over her hands, warming them. Then the pee began to drip on the leather couch as well, seeping into the crevaces of the sofa. She was all soaking wet, and in the mood, so she rubbed herself for a bit. She almost fell off the couch when Melissa walked into the living room. “Mel, that smell. Did you poo yourself already?”, Claire giggled, as she removed her hand from her crotch. “Yep. Did it at night. I see you’re enjoying yourself.”, Melissa replied. Then Aaron walked in, the stain on his used-to-be wet sweatpants now faded out. Claire blushed. She was feeling a bit uncomfortable. “So guys. Lets go and do something. The whole point of this is to live normal lives under our naughty rules”, Aaron said. “Im going to brush my teeth”, he added as he began walking away.    Rachel woke up a few minutes later, and soon.. they were all eating some delicious toast breakfast. “Mmm, this is good. How about we go out to the moview today? I got some money laying around.”, Melissa offered. “Yeah sure, but there’s 4 of us. Can you afford it?”, Aaron asked. “Of course”, Melissa assured.    After finishing breakfast, they all left the house to go to the movie theater. Melissa was very energized by the fact that they were going to the movie theater in wet clothes. Melissa still had poop smeared all over her butt. She liked it. The movie theater was down the block so it took them 5 minutes to get there. They all entered the theater and went to buy tickets. The lady who was selling them noticed the smell emitting from them and made a face. Melissa felt more naughty then ever. They bought 4 tickets and ran to buy popcorn. They were already 2 minutes late to the movie, but its ok. They show alot of commercials before the actual movie begins. They bought a large bucket of popcorn and 4 large waters for each of them. They were planning to make a mess.    The room was dark, and not too crowded. There were a few people here and there, but this theater was mostly theirs. Melissa smiled at the thoughts of what they would do. It was already 1:00 pm. Her parents would return at 6 this evening. They had to get all the fun they could out of the last couple of hours together. Melissa was starting to get an urge to pee from all that orange juice they drank that morning but she wanted to hold it. Rachel was desperate at this point. She had only peed the bed last night, and the orange juice was also pushing on her bladder hard. She wanted to enjoy the movie so she let it out right then and there. A faint hiss could be heard as she relaxed and let it flow. Her already wet jeans were becoming even wetter as the hot piss spread around her soft seat and soaked into it. Rachel quietly reached into her pants to rub. Aaron noticed it and immedeatly, he was getting a hardon. He hid it with his hands. Rachel rubbed herself and moaned while at it. The volume of the movie made it unhearable so no one knew or saw what she was doing. Rachel kept peeing while rubbing, wetting all over her hands. Her jeans were warm now and so was her seat. She felt satisfied. As her stream of pee died off, she layed back and watched the Movie.     Half an hour into the movie, Aaron felt a strong hit against his butt. ‘Oh no’, he thought. He had diahrrea. He wanted to wait till home but he had no control over it so he let go. A loud, wet fart emitted from his ass as the liquid poop poured out of his butt, spreading around his underwear. Pee hissed through his underwear as he re-wet his cold sweatpants and made them warm again. The naughty feeling of going to the bathroom in a theater felt great! Sadly it was over soon. The movie ended after another 20 minutes and they walked home, pee dripping from their wet clothes. As they got home, it was already 2:00. The fun time was over. The clean up would take alot of time so they all got to work.     At 5:00 pm, there was a knock on the door. Melissa went to open it. It was her parents. “Hello sweatheart”, her mom sayed softly. Then glanced at the group of friends on the couch. “You brought friends? How sweet”, she added.     They all said goodbye to each other and departed home, awaiting the next time they could enjoy some more naughty action. -Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed my first post. I'd love to hear feedback. I surfed the web and found some pictures that look like the characters in the story.  - Melissa -Claire -Aaron -Rachel
I swear, I will get back to writing the story I have ongoing (En Aukidi). And I will get back to writing pure omo stories at some point. In the meantime, perhaps some of you will enjoy this. Wayward GirlThe car rolls smoothly up the driveway and stops. When she grabs for the seat belt, he puts his hand firmly over hers. She lets go and turns her youthful face to him, uncertain. “Did you go before we left?” He says. He shouldn't have to ask. She's old enough, but still he needs to be sure.She shakes her head. “I didn't have to...” She begins.He gives her the look. The one that says she better listen. “Then I think you should go first thing once we've done the introductions.”She bites her lip. It's something she does when she's unsure if she can get away with being sassy. “I told you, I don't need to...”“Will you do it, for me?” His tone is milder now. “I don't want to worry about you all evening.”She sighs, resigned. “I'm not a child, you know,” she says.“I know, sweetie. I know.” He lets his hand linger on hers, then he exits the car, and before she has time to do anything else, he's opened the car door for her, unbuckled her seat belt, and stretched out his hand for her to take.“That's very gentlemanly of you,” she says as he helps her out of the car.“You know me.”She looks a little nervous, tapping her foot. “You think they'll like me?” Her voice cracks. He knows she gets nervous like this. It's one of the paradoxes that so fascinate him: how she can be so brazen and sassy, and yet to so insecure and nervous at the same time. That's what it's like to be young, he supposes. He grabs her hand firmly, and together they walk to the door.She rings the bell, and they can hear some commotion inside. Soft, easy-listening music is faintly heard through the window. Then the door opens. Two smiling faces, him bearded and in his thirties, her slightly younger, dressed in a tight-fitting red dress.“Mark!” The woman in the dress says. “So good to see you! And you must be Casey!” She moves in for a hug. Casey appears startled at first, but her shoulders relax into the hug. “Ooh, I like your perfume,” says the woman. “You have to tell me what brand it is.”“Don't stand there in the cold,” says the man. “Do come in.” He shakes Mark's hand.They move through a small entree into a spacious living room, with a shiny white sofa and an assortment of lit candles spread around the living room table and on a small round table in a corner. A fire is crackling in the fireplace, and through an open door they can see a dinner table set for four.“Casey, this is Amelia and Connor, good friends of mine,” Mark says.“Nice to meet you,” Casey says. She's so cute when she gets shy. Mark has grabbed her hand again, and now he gives her a squeeze. A gentle reminder of their agreement. But Casey seems too shy to speak up.“Say, Amelia, would you show Casey the bathroom?” Mark says. Casey blushes deeply, but Amelia, ever chipper, loops her arm around Casey's and leads her down a hallway. Mark breathes a sigh of relief. Crisis averted. Now he doesn't need to worry about that for the rest of the night.Dinner is steak, with red on the side. Once she's had her first glass, Casey's back in control, laughing, telling stories. All she needs is a little push, he thinks, and she's back in her element.“So tell me all about it!” Amelia says. “How did you two meet?”“We met in a bar, actually,” Mark says. “We hit it off straight away. Everything's gone kind of fast. This one's a little impulsive,” he says, nudging his girlfriend.“I envy you,” Connor says. “Remember when we used to go to on road trips just because?”Amelia shrugs. “I remember quite a few mishaps along the way, too,” she says. “I think some people are just made to settle down.”“Oh, I think everyone's got a little adventure in them, young or old,” Casey says. She has that glint in her eye. “Would you pass me the wine?”Mark and Connor lapse into job talk, which frankly bores him—Casey's enthusiasm must have rubbed off on him. A year ago, he wouldn't mind talking shop with an old friend. But now, his thoughts wander. Mergers and office politics seem so… pedestrian. Life with Casey has corrupted him. Sometimes he wonders whether it's himself or her he needs to be protective of.By the time the evening's drawing to a close, Casey is well and truly drunk. Mark is driving, so he only had a little sip. As they're saying their goodbyes, he glances over at Casey. She doesn't notice. His girlfriend doesn't make a pit stop before they leave. He wonders if he should say something, but she's a big girl. He did make her go when they arrived.“Wow!” Casey says as they pull onto the road. “Your friends are really nice. Amelia is so classy. I think they liked me. Do you think they liked me?”He glances over. Her eyes are a little glazed over, the classic drunk look, but she appears awake and coherent. And happy. “Of course they did, love.”She crosses her legs and fishes her phone out of her purse. They don't speak much on the way home. Casey bounces her legs. He pretends not to notice, but he knows what that means. Mark takes a chance and pushes a bit past the speed limit. Familiar houses start appearing, and then they're home.Casey bounces out of her seat and runs to the front door. She scrambles through her purse, a little panicked. Mark whistles at her and waves his keys in the air.“Goddammit,” Casey says.“Now, now,” Mark says. He's at the door now. “You can wait one minute, can't you, dear?”Casey is wearing her finest black dress, but right now it's all bunched up between her crossed legs.“Will you just unlock it already?” She says. She's clearly annoyed. Once the key is in the door, she sprints in, not even bothering to kick off her shoes. He'll have to remind her of that.Mark takes his time undressing, then reclines down into a chair. He has a perfect view down the hallway. She can't avoid him when she comes out.Five minutes pass, then five more. Finally, Casey peers out the door. She seems startled to see him watching her.“Come over here a second, baby,” he says.“I was just gonna slip on something...”“Later, baby. Just come over here for me real quick.”Her steps are uncertain. She keeps her gaze at the floor. Mark opens his arms and motions for her to sit on his lap. She flinches, but does as he asks.“Now, I know you don't like this part, but I have to ask,” he says.The warmth of her bum on his lap is stirring something in him. He longs to lift her up and carry her to the bedroom, but this is important.“What?” She says.“Did you make it?”She turns away from him. He places his hand gently on her neck and turns her so that her eyes met his. She's blushing.“Oh for fuck's—not this again,” she says.He repeats his question, with emphasis on every word. “Sweetie. Did you make it?”Her gaze waivers. She can't look him in the eye. “Of course I did. No need to ask.”Mark slips a hand underneath her dress. She tenses up. “Mark, I told you—”He moves his hand along her thigh until he makes contact with wet fabric. Her entire posture slumps, defeated. “Young lady,” Mark says. “Is this what you call making it?”“It was only...” She can't seem to find the words.“Show me,” he commands. He lifts her off his lap and turns her around so she's facing him. “Show me.”A deep blush spreads across her cheeks. He can't help it. He shouldn't think like this, but she's unbearably cute like this, helpless and embarrassed.Casey slowly lifts up her dress. What she reveals is a pair of pantyhose clearly damp in the crotch. He moves to lower her pantyhose, and she follows his lead, staring straight at the floor. She lowers the pantyhose all the way down and steps out of them. Mark puts out a hand and touches her once pink panties. Now they're dark red and soaking.“I'm sorry,” she begins.Mark's pants couldn't possibly get tighter in the crotch. But he can't let himself get carried away. “Baby, we talked about this.”“I'm sorry, it was an accident.”“I'm not mad that you had an accident.”Her big, green eyes meet his. “You're not?”“I'm disappointed that you didn't even try. Why didn't you go before we left?”She's tearing up. He hates seeing her like this. It's all he can do not to give up on the whole strict routine and just hug her tightly. Clearly, she doesn't know how to respond.“I think you deliberately didn't go.”“I thought I could hold it. I really did! Look, most of it went in the toilet!”“Does that mean there's a puddle for me to clean up?”A tear escapes her, then a suppressed sob that turns into a sniffle. “Baby, we've got to get this under control. We're going to come to an agreement that both of us can be satisfied with. Okay?”She nods.This is enough for tonight, he thinks. He grabs hold of her and begins carrying his wet girlfriend toward the bedroom. She nestles in close to his shoulder. He has her strip out of the wet clothes, and then he fetches a towel from the bathroom. She tries to grab it, assumes it's for her. He shakes his head. “You're sleeping on this tonight.”“Mark, god, I'm not gonna piss the bed!”“That's final. Now, I think I know a girl who needs a good cuddle. Isn't that right?”He places the towel down, and her on top of it. She's a foot shorter than him and easy to handle. Mark lays down on the other side of the bed and starts playing with her hair. She places her head on his chest. He kisses her goodnight and turns out the lights. Tomorrow, he's going to figure out a solution to all this. Not tonight. Casey is nearly a decade younger than him, nineteen—soon to the twenty, she is keen to remind him—and a bit of a wild child. Legal in every sense of the word, but young at heart. They've been together for a year now. She pretty much unilaterally decided to move in with him, moving more and more of her stuff to his place until he finally got tired of pussyfooting around and gave her a key. The one she had forgotten last night, which might have been the cause of her latest mishap. Sometimes, Mark feels a bit guilty about being with her—as if he were taking advantage of a child. But then she'll surprise him by casually quoting Sartre like it's nothing, and reminds him that it's possible to be two things at once: a somewhat responsible, if messy adult, and also a child-like soul. He can't decide which part he loves more. Early on, though, he realized that as the older and more experienced of the two, it was his responsibility to, not raise her—hopefully her parents had done that job well enough—but certainly guide her into the world of adult responsibility.This latest little hick-up had begun last month. Casey does college part time; two days of the week, she works as Mark's assistant at his company, which is mostly a way for him to keep her busy. That, and perhaps give her some valuable work experience. He's not rich, but on occasion, a man has to spoil his princess. Casey had aced an exam, and he'd agreed to take her shopping. She was excited like a child before Christmas, and they'd spent hours wandering clothing stores. Casey had been sipping on one beverage or another the whole time—not that Mark really took note of it until later. Finally, five hours into their shopping trip, Mark had had enough. “One more store, that's where you get whatever you're gonna get,” he'd said. Casey merrily skipped into a high-end, expensive store, because of course she would.“Don't you think these would look cute on me?” She said, holding up a pair of jeans. Mark had nodded. Anything would look good on his girl, and frankly he was looking forward to ending this trip. Men and women have a different perception of time when it comes to shopping.They found the fitting rooms, but it was a busy day—Christmas season was just starting up—and there was a line. Casey looked increasingly impatient, tapping her feet, shifting her weight back and forth as the line progressed. Finally, there was an opening and she ran in with her jeans. Mark leaned back on a counter and waited. Surely she'd go for these ones and they'd be done for the day. He needed a beer after this ordeal.Then there was a little squeal from inside the fitting room, and a meek voice: “Mark...”Concerned, he ducked his head inside the curtains. Mark had not expected to find what he did. His girlfriend, squeezed into her expensive new designer jeans—with a very obvious wet spot between her legs, and mascara running down her face. “Mark, I—”A range of emotions flooded him. One, concern. Of course. But most of all—how could she? She was nineteen, a grown woman! Now he'd have to… “Not a word,” he said. That was the least impolite thing he could think of. “Put on the pants you came in and then come out.”A few moments later, she was out of the fitting room, back in her dry pants. He grabbed her hand firmly and began dragging her towards the nearest counter. “Mark, please, I—”“I don't want to hear another word from you until we're home.”He brushed past a middle-aged lady, leading his girlfriend like a child. “Excuse us, miss,” he said to the clerk. “My girlfriend had a little accident in the fitting room. We'd like to buy these.” He laid the stained jeans on the counter.The young girl working the counter looked surprised, but she quickly regained her composure and rang them up, then put the wet jeans in a shopping bag, making sure not to touch the soiled crotch. Mark paid the price—well above what he had expected to shell out today—and then he began dragging Casey towards the exits.“Mark...” She tried one more time. He put a finger to her lips. She looked petrified, and who could blame her?She didn't say anything on the way home. Not until they were nearly there, when she gasped loudly. Mark looked over in time to see a waterfall appear between her legs, quickly soaking into the seating, then pitter-pattering over the edge onto the floorboards. Casey began to sob. “I tried to tell you, I still needed to go!”He didn't have the heart to scold her. Instead, he took her to the shower, and then he went outside to scrub the car seat.That evening, he tried to get her to explain, but she would only say that it was an accident, that she didn't know what happened. Mark decided that being paraded around a mall carrying wet jeans was punishment enough. He certainly didn't expect it to happen again. It did. A couple of weeks later, on a lazy Sunday morning, Casey was sat half-dozing in front of the telly. Mark was headed to the shower. He called over, “Hey, hon, I'm taking a shower, you need the bathroom?” She had shook her head and turned back to her reality show.Once Mark reemerged from the bathroom, he almost bumped into her. She'd been standing right outside the bathroom, and a tell-tale trail of pee followed her down the hall, leading up her thighs to a very obviously wet pajama-crotch.This time, he was concerned. “Oh, baby,” he'd said. “You go have a shower. I'm gonna call and get you a doctor's appointment on Monday. Something's not right. You've probably caught a UTI or something.”She wouldn't look at him. Her voice was very, very little. “Mark, it's not that.”“It's not what?”“It's nothing medical.”Mark didn't know what to think. “What do you mean? You did this just to annoy me?”She sobbed. “No, no, please, I'm sorry. It's just… I never meant for this to happen. I just enjoy it. I enjoy… The feeling of a full bladder. I never meant for it to go in my pants.”Casey can be quite exhibitionistic. She loves to give him a peak at her underwear in places that aren't quite proper. He knew she had a kinky streak—and to be honest, so does he. He likes being in control. But he'd never expected this.“Go clean up. We'll talk about this later,” was all he managed. Since then, he'd taken care to remind her to go, however infantile it might seem to remind your grown girlfriend to go potty. Then came the dinner party and the wet ending, and that brought him to this. Today.Mark really wasn't sure if he could go through with it. It seemed wrong, somehow. And he knew there'd be a fight about it. No question. Casey would not let this slip quietly. But he had to do something. He wanted to let her explore her kinks, but he also didn't want her to further embarrass herself, or him. She'd been devastated by her accidents; clearly, it was the build-up that excited her, and her actual failure of control was a humiliating defeat. But Casey clearly wasn't as in control as she thought. When Mark considered it, she must have a rather a party bladder. Rarely did she excuse herself to the restroom, and in their year together, she had never once failed to get home dry. Not until this past month.With heavy steps, he carries his bags inside and sets them on the kitchen table. He had bought them. He had to do something. When it came down to it though, it was hard to find the courage.“Baby, come here,” he says. He knows she's home, somewhere. Casey leans around the corner, wearing only a loose top and some yoga pants.“What is it, Mark?” She asks.“Come sit down,” Mark says. Commands.She does as she's told.“Baby, you know I love you,” he begins.“Come on, please don't say that,” she says. “That sounds like the preamble to something horrible. You selling me off to a trafficker to pay off your drug debt or something?” She tries to make a joke of it, but it falls flat.“Baby, it's about your accidents.”Her face reddens.“I want us to be able to explore this thing of yours safely. No more tears. No more me worrying every time we go out. Okay? This is for us.”“What's for us?”Moment of truth. Mark opens one bag, then another. The first holds a pink package of pull-on absorbent underwear for teens. Casey's slim, he knows they'll fit. The other package is white and contains heavier-duty diapers, with the words “FOR NIGHT-TIME USE” prominently displayed on the package.Predictably, the mood in the room explodes. “You've got to be fucking kidding me!” Casey rises, ready to storm out of the room, but he grabs her arm and restrains her.“Young lady, sit down and hear me out.” She sits. Bites her lip. Considers whether another lashing-out will serve her well or not.“You like to hold it, right? You like the feeling? But you hate to wet yourself. You hate the humiliation, you hate me scolding you. I don't like to see you cry. I want you to be able to practice your kink safely and cleanly. So this is how it's going to work. If you want to put it off to get off, you wear one of these. That's it. That's how it's gonna go.”She sits there silently for a while. Considers her words carefully. “You can't make me,” she says, finally. Her pout is adorable. He suppresses a smile.“No, I can't, and yes, I can. Remind me whose house you're living in?”“Yours,” she says.“And who is your boyfriend?”“You, silly.”“I just wanted to hear you say it. If you want those two things to continue as before, then you have a choice. Either you lay off on your experiments—that's fine by me—or you choose to protect yourself in case you overestimate your capabilities. Like you've done now, what, three times the last month?”Casey rises. “Please,” she pleads.“I love you, and I'm doing this for you. Don't you think most boyfriends would be disgusted by what you've done?”Her eyes tear up. “Baby, don't cry.” Mark walks over and gives her shoulders a squeeze. “I didn't mean it like that. I'm not disgusted. I mean, I don't know how to feel—maybe I'll even grow to like it. But this is how we do it. Are you with me?” Casey looks much younger than she is, in this moment. Like a lost little girl. She nods.“You better have gotten me some high-quality shit,” she says. “This princess ain't getting pampered in nothing but premium fucking diapers.”The tension in his shoulders eases. The hard part is over. “Oh, but you are my princess, aren't you?”She pretends to hide behind her fingers. “I'm not a baby, Mark.”“No, you're far too naughty for that, young lady.”Casey walks over and touches the pack of pull-ups. “So are these like…?”“Those are the kind you can pull up and down. The other kind has tapes and it's built to take a soaking.”“I...” The way she's looking at the pull-ups has changed. What was once disgust, then defiance, has given away to something else. Curiosity?Mark decides that it's time to spice things up. This is a kink for her, after all. And truth be told, being in control is his kink. He loves to humiliate her, but he hates to see her cry—she doesn't enjoy it the way he does. But perhaps in this strange, confused thing they have going on, they can find some middle ground to satisfy them both.“Princess, did you go pee-pee today?” It's late evening. If she hasn't gone today, she must be bursting.“Don't talk like that,” she says. “Like I'm two.”“Baby, have you been to the toilet today?” A little difference in tone.“Not since this morning.”“Girl, you must be bursting,” Mark says. A little laugh escapes him. “Would you like to try one on?”Their eyes meet, and he knows she wants it. She might have a little trouble swallowing her pride, but part of her is excited. Not to wear something so juvenile, perhaps, but for something else—to live out her fetish with the enthusiastic support of a lover. Mark guesses this is something she's done in secret all her life, well, as long as she's been sexually aware anyway. “Take off your pants and panties,” Mark says. “I'll help you put them on.”Casey hesitates, but then she complies. Her yoga pants come off, then her panties. She hands them to him, as if to prove she's still dry. He takes a moment to admire her shaved pussy, but that can come later. If things go the way he hopes, she'll be in heat by tonight. Mark unwraps the package of pull-ups and then helps her step into it. He pulls it up her hips, and it fits surprisingly snuggly. Casey has a small frame, although she's got it where it counts.She looks down at her infantile new undergarment. Puts a hand to it and pushes it into her sex, just to see what it feels like. Then she bends down to pick up her yoga pants.“Nuh-uh,” Mark says. “No pants.”“What! You can't expect me to walk around in just… a diaper!”“Baby, we're home alone. No one's going to see. But I need to be able to check if you're wet.”Casey stomps her foot. The gesture was probably meant to be definite, defiant, mature, but it comes across like a childish tantrum. It's hard to look mature when all you're dressed in is a loose top and a diaper. “I am not going to pee myself! You know I don't like that. I told you, I'm strictly into holding.”“Well, never say never. I mean, you've been an accident prone little girl lately.”“Mark, for the second time, don't take that tone with me. Please don't infantilize me… Any more than I already am. Look at me.” She twirls around, giving him a good look at her pampered bum.“I'm sorry, baby. It's just, you look so cute right now. I can't help but tease you a bit. I'm sorry if I hurt you.” Unbidden tears start welling up in his eyes. It suddenly hits him what he's done—how far he's gone. He knows she's not into humiliation. She knows he is, and she's made it clear to him that it's a no-go.She steps over and gives him a hug. He needed that. “Baby,” she whispers. “I'm not that offended. No need to cry for me. I am a very naughty girl, you know.”He gives her a little smack on her pampered rear. “Off you go and play, then, or whatever it is you do when you're holding. But I'm keeping an eye on you.”She walks over to the coach and lies down. “Actually, I've been up since six this morning,” she says. “I'm kind of tired. Do you mind?”She loves to lie with her head in his lap. It's probably the most affectionate she ever gets outside the bedroom. He positions himself so that she can lay down, and then he switches on the television. A few minutes pass in silence. He looks down and sees that she's got that glazed-over, serene, sleepy look on her face. She's lost in her own world, in his body heat and in the cushions. Mark's getting sleepy himself. The next time he looks down, her eyes are closed, and her breathing is slow, regular. She's asleep.The TV can't hold his attention today. When he looks down at his diapered girlfriend, new, unfamiliar emotions wash over him. Casey's always looked young, and innocent when she's not being deliberately naughty, but this sleeping princess is something else. She's got an irresistible aura—a combination of innocence and, well, if he's honest, sex. He can feel his groin stir, and hopes it doesn't wake her.Then it happens. A low sound, increasing in intensity and loudness. A hiss. He looks over with wide eyes as his girlfriend's diaper expands with a day's worth of urine. The little flowers on the front fade, and the back puffs out. He's beginning to wonder if it's gonna leak, but then the diaper stops expanding.He's got a full-on erection now and he doesn't even know why. This has never been a kink to him. He didn't even know it was a thing. When Mark thought of pee play, he was picturing golden showers. Not this. Not his princess in a wet diaper, sleeping in his lap. Should he wake her?Mark nudges at Casey. “Baby,” he says.“Hmmm?”“Baby, you had an accident.”She opens her eyes. She's still not quite awake, but the shock and embarrassment is apparent on her face. “Shit, I… I fell asleep and...”“Baby,” Mark coos. “That's what diapers are for.”She sits up with a squish. “I'm sorry, I...” She struggles for words.“Shush,” Mark says. “Let's get you into a clean one and ready for bed.”“I don't need, really…”“I know, baby.” Mark looks deep into her eyes. “I know you don't need one. But do you want one?”She stays silent, but her eyes say yes.“Up you go, baby girl,” Mark says, and places his hands behind her wet padding. He lifts her up, and she wraps her feet around his abdomen. He carries her over to the bedroom.“Mark, I'm dirty,” she says.“I can help you with that.”“I'm not a baby,” she repeats. It's almost to the point of being a catchphrase.“No, you're not a baby baby, but you're my baby,” Mark says. He's having trouble articulating just what is going on, but it feels right. Without thinking, he places her on the bed and rips the sides off the wet pull-up. The absorbent material is puffy and yellow. “My, this baby's had quite the accident,” he says.“Stop it,” Casey says, but then she giggles. “I mean that's nothing compared to the clothing store.” She pokes her tongue out at him.“Well, I want you to be protected tonight, babe,” Mark says. “Wait here.”When he returns with one of the tape-on diapers, she's still there, naked from the waist down, with the folded-up evidence of her accident on prominent display. “Now, I want you to lift your bottom,” Mark says.She looks at him askew. “Mark, this is really weirding me out.”He leans in and kisses her. He takes his time, teasing her, letting her lean up to meet his lips. “Baby, to be honest, it's weirding me out too. But it feels right. Does it feel wrong to you?”She considers it. Shakes her head. “No, Mark. It's weird as fuck but it feels so good.”“Now be a good girl and lift that wet bum of yours for me.”She lifts her herself into the “diaper change” position, and he slides the thick new padding under her. Then he brings forth a wet wipe and teases her clit a bit before wiping her down, powdering her up, and taping the diaper fast.Mark looks down at his handiwork. In one day, his girlfriend has gone from a sassy almost-twenty-year-old to a girl who gets her wet diaper changed before bed. He smiles.Casey drags him down into bed with her.“Now, I don't want you leaving this bed until morning,” Mark says. “Then I'll change you again, if you need one.”Casey wrinkles her brow. “But Mark, what if I have to go?”“Then you go. This thing can handle it, and so can I.”“No, I mean, what if I have to go go?”“Oh.” He really hadn't thought of that. Mark supposes he'll have to give her an out. “I wasn't thinking. Of course you can...”“Mark?” She whispers.“Yeah?”“I don't know why, and it's weird as fuck, but this feels so good. The way you care for me.”“I'm glad. I was terrified you'd...”“Would you be disgusted with me?”“What?” Mark is confused. Disgusted? He just changed a pissy diaper!“Would. You. Be. Disgusted? If something else happened...”“Oh. Are you serious?”“Would you?” She's anxious.“Princess, I'd never be disgusted with you. But I mean, like, do you think…?”“I haven't been in two days. I mean, I don't think...”He kisses her again. Can't resist copping a feel at her diapered ass. Somehow the infantile garment makes her even sexier.“Good night, babe.”She presses on. “But Mark… What if...”“Baby girl, you have a diaper on. Now go to sleep.” He gives her another long, passionate kiss, and then they both close their eyes. Soon, only light snoring can be heard. Something's holding her down. She tries to draw a breath, but it comes out a ragged rasp. She pushes, but whatever it is that's sitting on top of her is heavy. All she does is strain her breathing further. She can't breathe, she's too afraid to speak, she must scream but she has no mouth.“Baby,” a voice says, far away. She feels someone tousle her hair. The heavy thing is gone, but her fear is not. She's hyperventilating now, desperately trying to suck in air. She feels the heavy thing between her legs and embarrassment spreads up her body. She can feel herself heat up, she's afraid, she's embarrassed, and she doesn't know where she is.“Baby, wake up.”Casey opens her eyes.“Baby, it's just a nightmare,” the voice says, and now she recognizes it's Mark's.She puts a hand between her legs and feels the padding. Suddenly, she wants nothing to do with any of it. This is all wrong. “Get it off me!” She screams. She tries to rip the tapes, but she's too confused and scared and tired, and all she ends up doing is pushing the padding further into her. “I don't want this! Get it off!”“Baby,” his voice says. His tone is so different now, here in the dark. Usually he is either stern or casual. Now, he is calm and loving and reassuring. “Casey love, it was a bad dream. Sit up, let's talk.” She feels him hoist her by the arms to sit up, leaning against the headboard of the bed.“I'm not a baby,” she says. Her voice is so small and she hates it, but she can't bring herself to yell again. It's still dark in the room and the residual fear is telling her they might hear. Whoever they are, the things in the night. She shakes her head, willing herself awake. For fuck's sake, there are no monsters in the dark. It was a run-of-the-mill nightmare. Sleep paralysis. She's read about it in her psych textbook. It's nothing to cry over. Casey is a grown woman. She just needs to get out of this infantile underwear.“Casey, you're not a baby. You're my girlfriend, okay? All we did was… try something out. If you don't like it, we won't do it anymore.”Casey sighs. She is awake now, and her eyes are adjusting to the darkness. She can see the alarm clock, it's 4:01 in the morning. She can make out the contours of their dresser. When she turns, she sees her boyfriend. He's still playing with her hair, and one hand is placed on her shoulder. Casey wills herself to relax.Mark turns on the light on the bed stand. “Casey, what's wrong?” He sounds concerned.“This.” She gestures at her diaper. “This all feels wrong. You're stupid for making me do this and I hate you.” She regrets it the moment the words slip out. He looks wounded. It's not often Casey sees her boyfriend look genuinely vulnerable, but right now, he looks like a shot animal trying to limp away from a hunter. She is no hunter. “I'm sorry,” she says. Her voice is small again. “I don't hate you.”“I know you don't,” he says, and kisses her forehead. Then he turns around and fishes out their iPad from the bed stand drawer. Mark hands it to her.“Here,” he says. “Let's do a little research. Let's look online. You know about rule 34?”She giggles. Can't help it. “If it exists, there's porn of it on the internet?”He nods. “Let's just google this thing.” He types in the words “pee fetish” and hits search.There are more results than she had guessed. Millions. There are golden showers, pee drinking—all sorts of things that disgust her to her core. But then there's something. She clicks on “Omorashi FAQ.”“Omorashi,” she reads aloud, “is a fetish centered around being desperate to pee, or peeing oneself.” That's it! “That's my thing!” She says, suddenly a little excited. “The holding part, not the actual peeing your pants. That's gross.” She feels a little self-conscious then, remembering her recent accidents.Mark takes the iPad again and types in something else. “Diaper fetish.” Forums and blogs show up. Casey clicks onto a tumblr page. There's a picture of a young woman—although clearly of legal age—in pigtails, dressed in a onesie with an obvious diaper bulge, sitting in an oversize playpen sucking on a pacifier. The tags say “Daddy Dom/Little Girl,” and the text reads: “Daddy gave me cummies today and then he diapered me for bed. I wuw my dada!”Casey throws the iPad onto the bed. “What the actual fuck!” She yells. “I only have one daddy and he's my goddamn father! I don't want to call the guy I'm fucking 'daddy' and I don't want to suck on pacifiers and sit in playpens and what in the ever living fuck is 'cummies'? Are these people actual children pretending to be adults?”Mark listens to her tirade in silence. “You done?”“Not even close,” Casey says.“Casey,” he says. Something tells her she better listen. “You and I are us. We don't have to do anything we don't want to do. Who are these tumblr people to tell us how our relationship is gonna work?”“You're goddamn right,” Casey says. “Don't you ever think I'm calling you daddy, mister.”“Look,” he says. “That isn't us. That's just some people. They can do whatever and we'll do our thing. But you have to admit, I'm the Dom and you're my sub. I'm the one paying for this house, I'm the one making sure you're keeping up with college, giving you work experience, and making sure you don't end up with pissy pants.”She blushes at that last bit. Casey wants to deny it, but he's kind of right. Life with Mark is different from life with her ex, or back at home with her parents. She has clear responsibilities, and he makes sure she keeps them. But she's never been happier, never more successful, never more motivated than the year they've had together. When she really thinks about it, she's given him a lot of control over her life, but he's more than delivered on his end of the deal.But still, she can't get over the diapers. The thing that's encasing her lower half right now. Or the wet one Mark magicked away while she wasn't looking. She's not a baby girl. She doesn't want “cummies.” When Casey is in the mood, she wants a good hard fuck.“Tell me about this omorashi thing,” he says.She considers it. “I never knew it was a thing. I just always knew… Even in kindergarten, I got this weird excited feeling when someone peed their pants. When I became a teenager, I began experimenting. Holding it until it was almost too late. The feeling was amazing. The pressure, the desperation, the thrill and naughtiness of it all. And when I'd just make it to the bathroom in time, the relief was so good… I gotta admit, I'd rub it out right then and there.”“But you don't like the accidents?”She blushes. “I don't want to… never wanted to pee myself. I got kind of excited seeing other people desperate, I kind of wanted them not to make it, but myself, I can't take the humiliation. I just want to reach that edge and stay there.”“You never told me about this,” he says.“I was embarrassed. I thought you'd think I was a freak.”“You are a freak.” He rubs her shoulders. “I like you that way.” Oh, Mark, always the sweet talker in just the right moments.“So you never had any accidents, with your experiments?” He prods. She's embarrassed to talk about this. But this feels like an important moment in their relationship. Like they're on the verge of something new. There's no use holding back now. She's already wearing a diaper for fuck sake.“Only once,” she whispers.“Tell me about it.” Casey doesn't want to, she really doesn't. “It's okay,” he says. “I've seen you wet before.”A hole, just the right size for her body, straight through the bed and into the core of the Earth. That would be nice right now. But Casey's in the waking world now. “Promise not to make fun of me,” she says.“I would never.” Oh, he would, but she senses this time he's serious. “Okay. I was sixteen and feeling frisky. You know how it is when you're that age.” Not so long ago for her. A little longer for him. “So I held it all day, only went once at lunch and then for the rest of the day, I wasn't gonna pee. The pressure built up, and it felt so naughty. I had to be careful not to squirm at the dinner table. I had this stupid idea that I'd do the ultimate challenge—twenty-four hours. I'd hold it until lunch the next day. By the time I was getting ready for bed, I couldn't stand still. I just about managed to hold on as a put on my pajama bottoms. Then I had to stiffen up and walk past my parents on the way to the bathroom as if nothing was wrong. I was just gonna brush my teeth, flush the toilet so it sounded like my normal routine, and go to bed. I just about lost it when I saw the toilet, five feet away. But I managed to hold on.”Mark's propped himself up and is listening eagerly.“So you know, I squeeze some toothpaste on my brush, turn on the water, and then… Then it just happened, Mark. It began running down my legs. I couldn't do a thing. I stood frozen, feeling the warmth, all of it just pour out of me, down my legs, puddling around my naked feet, as the tap ran. But that wasn't the worst of it.”“There's more?”“Just as I finished going, standing there like an idiot holding my toothbrush in a puddle of pee, five feet from the toilet, my brother bursts in the door and sees me. He sees his sixteen-year-old sister, and she's clearly pissed herself, all over, there's pee almost from one corner of the room to the other, and I'm standing there with my toothbrush so close to the toilet.”“Wow,” Mark says.“I've never been so embarrassed. I couldn't explain it. My brother was actually really nice about it, didn't even tell our parents. But he couldn't understand why I didn't just go to the toilet if I was that desperate. I tried to tell him I was just gonna brush my teeth, but I mean, the size of that puddle… I cried for days after that. Didn't dare do any more pee games for a whole year. I hated it. I wanted it gone. But that urge never went away.”Mark rubs her shoulders. “Oh, baby,” he says, and although she hates that word, in the context of—her in a diaper—it feels right, then. “I'm so sorry that happened to you. But then you started up your little games again?”She turns to face him and tries for a coy smile. “You bring out my naughty side. I guess I must have overestimated my abilities. Several times. But you know I hated the way you treated me, like a child who isn't potty trained.”Mark puts a hand on her stomach and rubs it. Slowly, he inches down towards her padding and gives that a good rub, too. Casey can't help but buck into his hand. She shivers. She's confused.“Do you still want out of that diaper?” He asks.She can feel her stomach knotting up. She has to go. Really go.“I'll be right back,” Casey says, and slips out of bed before he can follow her. She's quick on her feet. The layout of their home is imprinted in her memory to the point she can navigate it blind. She finds the bathroom, rips at the tapes until the damn diaper flops down to the floor, and positions herself on the potty. The toilet. She does her business, all of it—how could she ever even have considered the possibility of doing that in her diaper—and then she puts on a pair of panties and returns to bed.“No diaper, then,” Mark says. Casey's carrying a big glass of water. All this heart-to-hearting has made her mouth dry. “Sure that's a good idea?” He says, gesturing at the glass, the size of it.“Mark, I'm not gonna wet the bed. I'm not a baby and I just went.”“Come join your fiancee, then,” he says.She slips into bed before the words register. “What did you just say?”“I said, come join your… I mean, do you want to marry me?”She doesn't know what to say. “Mark, this is too much, this is...”“I'm sorry,” he says. “It slipped out. It was stupid. We've only been together a year. Forget it.”But she can't, now that it's out there. “No, no, Mark. Don't forget it. It's… Let's talk about it in the morning.”Casey closes her eyes and thinks of walking down the aisle. Mark wakes first. It's a Saturday, and they've slept late. It's already noon. Casey's big glass of water stands empty on the bed stand. Today seems like a good day. An unreasonably happy day. Things that have been bubbling under the surface have finally come up for air, and the atmosphere is all the better for it. He kind of regrets his awkward, impromptu proposal, but Casey seemed to take it for what it was: confused, sleepy, but well meant. And she didn't seem totally against the idea.Mark takes a long look at the empty glass and shakes his girlfriend awake. “Casey, morning baby,” he says.“Morn'n,” she grumbles.“No, wake up for real, sweetie,” he says, and gives her another shake.She sits up and her hand immediately shoots to her crotch. She's out of bed in no time. “Stop,” he says, as she heads out the door. Casey turns. She's got her legs twisted together, giving herself a sexy cameltoe. “You're so cute when you're desperate,” he says. He didn't find it very cute at the mall, or the dinner party, but after last night's talk, after the diapering and everything, he's seen her in a different light. This is a pure expression of Casey-ness, and he loves that. He can even feel some morning wood coming on through his boxers.“Mark, I gotta go,” she says.“Sure you can't hold it a little longer? You're a big girl.”She turns and walks over to him, gingerly. “Mark, I have to piss like a racehorse.”“Told you that big glass of water—”“I didn't piss the bed, did I? Now are you going to...”He grabs her, lifts her into the air, plants her onto the bed. He's on top, holding her wrists lightly, looking down into her eyes.“Mark!” She yells. “Mark, it's gonna come out!”“I know you like it,” he says. “You love that feeling, don't you?” He slips a finger inside her panties. It comes away wet, but he doesn't think it's pee. She moans.“What if I told you that you could have that feeling a little longer?”She moans again as he massages through her panties. “Mhmm,” she moans. “Mark...”“Are you a big girl, or are you a baby?”“You know I'm not.”“Then surely you can wait until breakfast.” He lets go of her and helps her off the bed. The outside of her panties are still dry, although the insides, he reckons, are sticky.“I can hold it a while longer, 'long as you don't sit on my fucken' bladder, Mark,” she says. Casey in sassy mode, but at the same time, desperate and littler than usual.“Then you know the deal.”Her eyes widen. “No. I'm not doing that.”“Is it because you think it makes you a baby? Are you afraid you'll disgust me? That I'll humiliate you?”She crosses her legs and nods. “All of those, I guess.” A hand lingers between her legs.“Baby, tell me who awkwardly, stupidly proposed to you last night?”She turns her face and gives him a quizzical look. “You?”“After all you told me, I went and did something so stupid anyway. Because I actually do love you.”He can see her melt. There are those moments in life when you know you have someone in the palm of your hand, when you know they want it even more than you do. When all you need to do, is make it acceptable to ask.“Now, baby, either you run to the potty before you spring a leak, or I run and get some protection.”“No baby talk,” Casey says. She briefly crosses her arms, but quickly finds she must return them to her crotch.“Okay,” Mark says. “I will tease you, but know that it's all in good fun.” He points at the bulge in his boxers. “No baby talk. But am I pampering you or not?”She grins and points at his boner. “Your little man really wants it, huh?”Mark nods. “Big man too.”“Then off you go, and remember to spare some blood for that stupid brain of yours!”Mark hurries off to get one of the pull-ups. When he returns, she's knotted tightly like a pretzel. He moves over, slides down her underwear, then slides up the pull-up. Once he's done, he holds up her panties so she can see them clearly. He lets a finger glide along the gusset. It's wet, but is it pee?“Mark, I'm so fucking turned on right now,” Casey says. Not pee then.He takes her hand, forcing it away from her padded crotch, and they walk over to the kitchen. “Eggs and toast okay?” He asks. He's pretending this is a normal morning, but all he can think of is the state of her bladder. Will she break? How will she react if she does? Or will she run off before it's too late this time?“Sounds good,” she says. Her voice is strained. Once he's ready to serve her, he finds her sitting bent over the kitchen table. Still only in her loose top and diaper. Casey notices him looking under the table and spreads her legs seductively.Mark walks over and slips a finger in beside the leg gathers. Casey stiffens. “Mark!” She says, prying his hand away.“All dry, like a grown girl,” he says.“Of course I am. And starving, too,” she adds. But her expression isn't so sure.They eat and try to talk about their plans for the night—date night at home or dinner at a restaurant? But Casey's state is heavy in the air, even if he can't smell anything yet. She picks at her toast and eggs. Maybe not so starving after all, or perhaps the thought of filling her tummy with anything more is too much. He can't help but notice her crossed legs under the table.“Yeah, I think Italian sounds amazing, Mark,” she's saying. “We haven't eaten out in so long, and you're being a cheapskate and canceling the office Christmas party...”“I'm not canceling it, honey, it's just we've got a lot on our plate right now and I'm thinking January works better.”“Whatever. Take me out tonight, be a gentleman,” she says. She's about to say something more, but then she gasps. Her mouth forms an O, and without thinking he scoots his chair away from the table and fixates on her crotch. There's a hiss. She moans. He can see the color on the flower change, and the diaper expands. She puts a hand to her crotch, but it's too late now. The dam has burst. She pees and pees, and then he sees a little trickle slide out the leghole and gather on the chair. Casey's shocked. The sight of it has Mark in a different state of shock, too. He rises and walks over to her.“Young lady,” he says. “Is there something you want to tell me?”Her face has been lost in a different land, but now it returns, and she blushes. He holds her gaze. “Well?”“I...” She stammers.“Remind me, did someone tell me she could keep her panties dry, what, thirty minutes ago?”Casey looks down at her wet diaper. “I did, Mark.”“Well, did you?”She looks up at him with a spark in her eye. “Of course, babe,” she says. “Of course I'm dry.”“Stand up,” he commands.She hesitates a little, but does as he commands.Her diaper has doubled in size. A little trickle slides out the leghole and down her legs, those toned legs he loves so much. Casey's eyes are fixated on her accident.Mark slips a finger inside the padding, traces a little path past her clit before he withdraws. It's dripping. “Young lady,” he says.“It was an accident!” She pleads. He's happy to see she isn't in tears this time. “You made me! You goaded me into this! It's your fault!”Mark laughs. “It's my fault my little girl—” he stops himself before he slips into the juvenile talk she hates. “It's my fault my grown girlfriend peed her pants? Or did someone else pee your pants?”“No, I—”He grabs her, swings down onto the chair—he can feel a little wetness seeping into his boxers once his butt hits the seat—and places her on his lap. “Baby,” he says, as his hand again slips down into the wet padding. “I want you to say it.”“Say what?”“You know what I mean.”“I had an accident, Mark,” she whispers. “In my diaper,” she adds, even fainter. Then she giggles. “And I can feel your appreciation. It's poking at my wet ass.”“I need you so much right now,” he whispers.“Take me,” she whispers back.He lifts her off his lap. Notices in passing the wet spot on his boxers. Casey bends herself over the kitchen table. Quickly, he undoes his boxers. Mark doesn't even bother removing the wet padding from his girlfriend's ass. He simply slides the diaper a bit to the side and makes his way in from the back. She moans as he thrusts himself inside. More pee spills out. Neither of them care. After, they take a shower together. Mark makes a show of holding up the soaking evidence for her to see. She blushes, but then she laughs. He tosses it in the trash. Clean and dry, they make their way back to bed. Casey cuddles up to him. “You think this is something you could come to enjoy?” He whispers in her ear.“I can't wait for round two,” she says. They lie there like that for a while, lost in the bliss of each other and the post-coital glow. “So, Italian,” she says suddenly. “You think you know a good place for pizza and a proposal?”Mark laughs. “I'm thinking pasta. I'll make you a ring of spaghetti.”Casey laughs, too. “If I'm the lady, you're definitely the tramp.”
This is a bit of a self-serving post, and perhaps a little presumptuous, but I've but a lot of effort into writing stories over the years. Most of them very well received. Unfortunately, a lot of them are now just sitting there in the archives, unread. We've had a lot of new members since I first started. So, at the risk of looking like an attention-seeker, I decided to make a thread with a collection of my omo stories over the years. I'd put a link in my signature but I'm not sure if the new forum even allows that! I'll also let you chime in on what you're most interested in, and I'll take it into consideration for future writings. Without further ado: Wayward Girl My latest story, still right there at the top of the page. Contains desperation, wetting, domination, and light ABDL content. I swear that last part is creeping more and more into my writing, but I do intend to write more pure omo. This is the story of a couple working out how to fit their kinks together. It's quite romantic. En Aulidi Ongoing story which I will finish, I promise. It takes place in a post-apocalyptic weird world of my own making, with themes from Ancient Greek mythology. Contains ABDL content. An Innocent Autocomplete Suggestion Cute little story about a girl who finds out her crush is into omo and uses it to seduce him. Written based on a request. Pure omo. Potty Timer A story of forced bladder control. Contains D/s themes. Roses The story of a prostitute and a very special customer. Contains ABDL themes. WTF is that? One time, as a little girl, Nora wet the bed at her aunt's. Now an adult and visiting with her boyfriend, her aunt hasn't forgotten. Her boyfriend won't let her forget either, as they go on an adventure around the small town. My most daring escapade yet. Hot girls, beer, and one full bladder! This is a true story, involving me, a desperately full bladder, and hot girls flirting with me in a bar. Contains pics/video, if you're into male wetting. I'm mostly into the watching myself, girls in particular, but once in a while I get frisky (oh, so lonely), and this time it got hotter than expected. Developmental Biology This is a series of stories in a universe in which girls don't potty train until their teens. There's several episodes, and most of them are finished... Last one I kind of left hanging, unfortunately. I really love this universe and I want to do something more with it, but I do have other stories (and real life) on my plate. Since girls don't potty train until later in life, naturally some padding is involved, but it's handled in a mature way. No babying. Omo Microfiction This thread is a collection of super-short omorashi stories. Other people joined in with their attempts at microfiction as well. Very much bite-sized, as opposed to my usual wordiness. The Calendar Sisters May and June are twin sisters. May goads her sister into a holding contest on a road trip, and things don't go as planned. Their older sister and cousin also get involved, although I don't want to spoil things too much. Mass Desperation on a High School Trip This is a supposedly true story which was posted on another forum a long time ago. I am not the original author, but translated it from Norwegian. Christmas in Neon City  An attempt at a cyberpunk story set during Christmas-time. Yes, it's possible.  A rather short story about an accident at the office. The Decameron A group of refugees from a terrible virus entertain each other with omorashi stories. I know a lot of people wanted me to continue this story, and believe me, so did I. But I kind of ran into writer's block here. Perhaps one day I'll get back to it, but don't hold your breath. The story is structured as a collective telling each other nesting stories, so even though the frame story is incomplete, there should be plenty there to entertain and arouse you. Life sucks, and then you die. A depressed girl finds relief in desperation. Wheel of Fortune: A Superposition of Stories An experimental story with three different endings, like a wheel of fortune. You can choose to pick one at random, or read each one. Concerns too sisters going to a fair with their parents. The older of them has  a nasty habit of putting it off. A Sisterly Rivalry My very first story posted on this forum. Again, we have one sister who puts it off, and a younger sister who's more sensible. Both end up in trouble. Personally, I think it's quite sweet. A Belated Halloween Special ABDL-themed Halloween story from last year, posted elsewhere. I actually wrote one this year too for a contest, but I wasn't quite happy with it and never did publish that one. That should be it. All my omo-related fiction collected in one place. Looking back at it, there's a whole lot of it. I will be continuing my current serial (En Aulidi), but I write when inspiration and/or arousal strikes, so maybe there will be other stories in-between. I want to hear what you think. I feel so vain for saying this, but I've written a ton and gotten some love for it. I'm not fishing for compliments, merely for future inspiration. If you've read some of my stories, what did you like and what would you like to see in future stories? I don't write fanfiction, period. I make my own worlds. Other than that, I have done various kinds of stories, although they all sprung from my own fantasies. I want to do a little Christmas special one-shot this year. Perhaps set in the Developmental Biology universe, since that one's quite well-developed--although I know some people run away screaming when nappies appear, even if only the threat of it. If you've read some of my stuff and liked it, perhaps there's something more for you to enjoy above. In any case, let me know! There's nothing an author loves more than feedback - except money. But I'm not charging any for this! - Your (very very unofficial don't kill me Kirito) writer in residence, Satyr
It's been a year since I made this thread, and I'm sad to say I haven't been as active this year due to various personal issues. Lately I've been getting back into writing, but it comes and it goes... Sometimes I will write two stories in a week, sometimes I will go six months without one. I don't think it's too rude to bump a thread once a year, to bring attention to older stories you may have missed, and to update on what's been going on since then. I'll also let you chime in on what you're most interested in, and I'll take it into consideration for future writings. Without further ado: I Warned You! My most recent story, still on the frontpage. This is one of my ultimate fantasies - a girl with a fantastic bladder who is too proud to admit she has to go, and eventually learns that everyone has their limits. Pure omo, alternate ending for the messing fans. Out of the Question! A very recent story with ABDL themes, hosted on a different board. My take on the classic "younger sister wears diapers, older sister has an experience of her own" theme. omofiction My infrequently updated tumblr blog. Contains a few short stories not posted elsewhere, as well as some reblogged pictures and videos. 3 Facts About You A friend sets our protagonist up for an unforgettable encounter with a cute girl by giving him, and her, each three facts about the other. Wayward Girl Contains desperation, wetting, domination, and light ABDL content. I swear that last part is creeping more and more into my writing, but I do intend to write more pure omo. This is the story of a couple working out how to fit their kinks together. It's quite romantic. En Aulidi An apocalyptic sci-fi re-telling of the Trojan war, with an omorashi twist. This setting had a ton of promise, and last year I made a solemn promise to finish it, but unfortunately, it is on indefinite hold. Still, I think you might enjoy it, unfinished as it is. An Innocent Autocomplete Suggestion Cute little story about a girl who finds out her crush is into omo and uses it to seduce him. Written based on a request. Pure omo. Potty Timer A story of forced bladder control. Contains D/s themes. Roses The story of a prostitute and a very special customer. Contains ABDL themes. WTF is that? One time, as a little girl, Nora wet the bed at her aunt's. Now an adult and visiting with her boyfriend, her aunt hasn't forgotten. Her boyfriend won't let her forget either, as they go on an adventure around the small town. Developmental Biology This is a series of stories in a universe in which girls don't potty train until their teens. There's several episodes, and most of them are finished... Last one I kind of left hanging, unfortunately. I really love this universe and I want to do something more with it, but I do have other stories (and real life) on my plate. Since girls don't potty train until later in life, naturally some padding is involved, but it's handled in a mature way. No babying. Omo Microfiction This thread is a collection of super-short omorashi stories. Other people joined in with their attempts at microfiction as well. Very much bite-sized, as opposed to my usual wordiness. The Calendar Sisters May and June are twin sisters. May goads her sister into a holding contest on a road trip, and things don't go as planned. Their older sister and cousin also get involved, although I don't want to spoil things too much. Christmas in Neon City  An attempt at a cyberpunk story set during Christmas-time. Yes, it's possible.  A rather short story about an accident at the office. The Decameron A group of refugees from a terrible virus entertain each other with omorashi stories. I know a lot of people wanted me to continue this story, and believe me, so did I. But I kind of ran into writer's block here. Perhaps one day I'll get back to it, but don't hold your breath. The story is structured as a collective telling each other nesting stories, so even though the frame story is incomplete, there should be plenty there to entertain and arouse you. Life sucks, and then you die. A depressed girl finds relief in desperation. Wheel of Fortune: A Superposition of Stories An experimental story with three different endings, like a wheel of fortune. You can choose to pick one at random, or read each one. Concerns too sisters going to a fair with their parents. The older of them has  a nasty habit of putting it off. A Sisterly Rivalry My very first story posted on this forum. Again, we have one sister who puts it off, and a younger sister who's more sensible. Both end up in trouble. Personally, I think it's quite sweet. A Belated Halloween Special ABDL-themed Halloween story from last year, posted elsewhere. I actually wrote one this year too for a contest, but I wasn't quite happy with it and never did publish that one. Nonfiction Although I've unfortunately not had that many exciting real-life omo experiences, I have written a little bit of nonfiction as well. Mass Desperation on a High School Trip This is a supposedly true story which was posted on another forum a long time ago. I am not the original author, but translated it from Swedish. I suspect this might be embellished, but it was presented as a true story. I'm considering translating some more of my favorite non-English stories. The thread also contains another short, supposedly true story in translation. Serial Pisser on the Loose! A true, somewhat tragic news story of a serial-pissing woman terrorizing Oslo's public transport system with deliberate wettings. She's even gone to prison for it several times, and caused thousands of dollars in property damage. Some real stats about wetting from science journals This is a well-researched post about all things incontinence, with numerous sources from legitimate academic papers. My Most Daring Escapade Yet: Hot Girls, Beer, and One Full Bladder! I rarely do holds myself--I prefer to watch or read about others doing them--but this is a rare instance of me holding it in public, in a bar, while flirting with hot girls. Contains pics/video, if you're into male wetting. Based On a True Story The title is somewhat of a lie: this is a short series of stories about real-life experiences I've had or witnessed, but freely embellished. Call it somewhere between fact and fiction, although to be clear it is posted in the fiction section, lest anyone accuse me of making stuff up. Promising Situations Again, I've been unfortunate not to witness any serious adult accidents in real life. This thread was one of the first I made on these forums, and describes some very promising and somewhat arousing situations I witnessed or heard about, but which never reached their sexiest conclusion (at least not in my presence). - Your (very very unofficial don't kill me Kirito) writer in residence, Satyr Edited December 16, 2017 by satyr (see edit history)
Hey everyone!  My friend ssjammerz thought up of a story/scenario about 2 cyclists and their (kind of) adventure!    FYI: Im just posting it for him.  Enjoy!  Credit: ssjammerz Saturday morning, 8:30 AM. I was supposed to meet Sarah at Creekline Park in thirty minutes to try out the new bike trails that just opened to the public after last winter's mudslide. I took a quick shower, scarfed down a piece of toast with a glass of orange juice, changed, grabbed all gear and headed out. I wore a new skinsuit that I had just bought--mostly blue all over, with the shoulder and shorts being black. I thought I was going to be late, so I had pedaled a bit more intense than I had liked to. I was hoping to have started sweating in my skinsuit later during the day, but at least I made it to Creekline Park at 8:53. I was starting to get thirsty so I hydrated myself from my Camelbak and then refilled my supply with the water fountain nearby. Sarah showed up not too long after. She was in her usual cycling gear--helmet, white and black cycling skinsuit, and her blue mountain bike. I greeted her, but she was already out of breath. It turns out that she was running late too, so she came in a rush. We both laughed, and she took this opportunity to drink up as well. Before we started our cycling session, I asked if she needed to use the restroom. She declined, citing that the restroom was closed anyway for maintenance from 9:00 - 9:15. After our checks, we started riding. It started off pretty easy until we got to the forks and splits in the trail. We had a blast going up and down the different trails. We must've rode for about an hour or two--experiencing all the bumps, sharp turns, etc. before we decided to break for lunch. Of course, during this time we're drinking pretty frequently, as the day was starting to warm up.  When I asked Sarah where she wanted to go rest at, she jokingly replied anywhere with a restroom. I immediately responded that I had to go too! We both laughed, which might not have been a good idea--Sarah crossed her legs and told me to shut up, otherwise she might piss herself. We both calmed down a bit but still in a jovial mood. I told her that if she had an accident, I'd also wet myself so that she wouldn't feem embarrassed. She gave a slight chuckle and said "Deal!". With the new trails created and the absence of maps, I told Sarah that I had really no idea where we were--that we could probably go back the way we came to use the restroom. She said that she didn't know if she could hold it that long, especially with all the bumps, sharp turns, and other surprises that's detriment to bladder holding. For some reason. I found that extremely hilarious and laughed a bit too much, resulting in a bladder spasm. As soon as I could, I stopped myself by jamming my legs together and shoving my hands in my crotch. Sarah immediately turned and looked at my sudden posture change, realizing what just happened. "OMG! Did you just piss yourself?!" And then she started bursting out laughing uncontrollably.  "SHIT! Haha It's all your fault!" I slowly unclasped my hands and examined the damage--there was a small wet spot on the front of my shorts. It was hard to see as my shorts were black, but up close, there was a difference.  "Let me see!" Sarah said, and she approached me. She bent down and took her only a few seconds to see it. "Wow! Maybe I'm the one that needs to pee myself to make YOU feel better!" "Oh, shut up!" I jokingly replied. We both got back on our bikes and decided to continue riding forward, in hopes that we'd find a restroom sooner or later. During the next few minutes, we were teasing each other with water sounds--splish, splash, psssh, etc. We both kept telling each other so shut up and deny that it had any effect, but it clearly did. I could've swore that I saw a small stream come down Sarah's shorts on her inner thigh, but we stopped probably no more than five minutes later. "Okay, I really have to go now", Sarah said. She got off her bike and started to walk her bike in an attempt to relieve some pressure. I followed suit, as my bladder was starting to ache. There was a fork in the road now. The one on the left was part of the train that we were on, and there was on one on the right that had grass and rocks with it--it didn't seem like it was open, at least for cyclists. "Let's go to the right--maybe there'll be enough trees or somewhere where I can squat at!" I agreed, and we proceeded to the right fork. As we walked, we decided that the path definitely was not meant for cycling--at least not for our bicycles. However it was really serene--there were trees all around us, many extending up towards the sky, effectively blocking out all but the sun's rays. As we continued, I could see Sarah doing a small hop every couple of steps. I knew she had to pee, and it was soon. "Gotta pee, huh?" "Ungh...yes! Stop it!" "Haha. You know...I don't see many places where you can pee. In fact, call me crazy, but I think I hear the sound of water nearby." We stopped and listened, and we both heard what it sounded like a stream nearby. "They don't call it Creekline Park for no reason! C'mon!" Sarah said. I followed haste. "What's up?" "If there's a small stream, I can maybe dip myself in it and pee!" I was a little bit disappointed that she could get out of this so easily, but I didn't want to see her in total agony--after all my bladder was aching in pain more and more. As we got closer and closer to the sound of the stream, Sarah was doing happy, peepee skips. "Oh my god, I can't wait to go. I'm going to pee! Where is this stupid creek or stream or whatever!!!" "You can hold it...otherwise you can let out a few drops out like me earlier", I teased her. "Uh...I've actually been doing that! Hahaha!" "I knew it! I thought I saw a stream come down your shorts!" "Pervert!" she replied. We both laughed. That's when something terrible happened! All of a sudden, two guys came out of nowhere. One in front of us and one behind us--they were probably homeless people--scruffy beards, dirtily dressed.  "Oh oh oh! What have we here?" said one. "Looks like you kids are lost!" said another. Sarah and I immediately dumped our bikes but it was too late--these two crazed men had us surrounded. Our backs were up against each other--one guy had a knife that he pulled out. "Whoa whoa whoa--we don't want any trouble," I said. "SHUT UP! Ron! Tie them up against those trees!" At this point, I've never felt so scared. I could only imagine Sarah feeling the same. We complied with their instructions--they tied us up each to a tree. Our arms were stretched out behind us, wrapping the tree. The guy who wasn't named Ron got some duct tape and taped it over our mouths so that we couldn't yell for help. Afterwards, they started going through our backpacks. They were a bit annoyed because we didn't have much--just some water and a couple of snacks. "YOU FUCKING KIDS! YOU AINT GOT SHIT!" said one, pointing his index finger right at me while he came up to me. I was scared. I didn't know if he was going to hurt me. I whimpered a bit as the guy grabbed my jaw and jerked my head back up against the tree. His eyes were glaring at me for a second and then I saw him look down--all of a sudden, I heard a sound of water dropping, and then realized that I had started pissing myself. I was scared to the point that I didn't even know that I was peeing uncontrollably.  "SICK MAN! YOU FUCKING SICK! YOU PISSED YOURSELF!" and started walking away. The other guy said to his buddy to scram, as we weren't worth the trouble. As they started leaving, they stopped in their tracks, and looked at Sarah. She started whimpering and crying--I tried to yell and get their attention with my mouth taped off and all, but they just ignored me. They whispered something to her ear. Then, one guy held her back against the tree as the other one knelt down in front of her. He started massaing and poking her bladder. Sarah whined and fought off as best as she could--trying to bend her knees together, but it was just impossible. She started crying, as one of the guys said 'Yeah baby. Let it go." Sarah started to pee in her shorts. It came out in full force, coming out on both sides of her legs, streaming down her legs and into her socks and shoes, soaking everything in the way. It must have been at least a minute and a half or two minutes, but Sarah finally stopped peeing. But her shorts were still dripping with her pee, her spandex shorts unable to wick away all that liquid. The two guys walked back and laughed hysterially, and said "You fucking kids are lucky we didn't kill you" as they took off with our backpacks and bikes. Sarah and I were left there, pee-soaked and all. We didn't know what to do. I strugged to start rub my tied hands together up and down against the tree in an effort to break the ropes. It was very fortunate that during the rubbing, one of the ends came loose. I was able to get myself untied and then I helped Sarah out. As soon as I untied her, Sarah fell to the ground, still trying to process how lucky and how close we were to getting hurt. I gave her a hug and assured her that we're okay now. We started to make our way back, when she said "I...have to...pee again..." I gave her a smile and watched her soak her shorts again. Quote this  Reply to this conver Edited December 20, 2016 by Donuts are omo (see edit history)
I decided a while ago to start my own fic, so I started an interactive story. Turns out I really enjoy writing omo-fics, so I'm going to do a quick one here, hope you enjoy it.  'Another day, another dollar' Anna thinks to herself, unenthusiastically, as she waits in the elevator. Anna taps her foot and look at her watch. 6.50. Late again, Jim won't be pleased, he's been on about Anna's punctuality all week. And the week before that, and before that. Not that it really bothered Anna - what was ten minutes going to mean by the way of work. So what if she can't take a customer call, someone else can. And she can do over time anyway to make up for it.  The elevator doors slide open as it reaches the eighth floor. 'Hey Ann, how've you been?' asks Amy, one of Anna's co-workers 'Oh you know, nothing new, how about yourself?' Oh, Jim says I might be in line for a promotion soon, He's going to put a word in with his seniors and then......... Anna's morning goes on with few events. Dealing with calls, the occasional sarcastic remark, the occasional old woman who can't tell her microwave from her desktop. The usual stuff.  At about 11:30 Anna decides to get herself a cup of coffee from the kitchen. Not because she's even thirsty or tired, but because she's so bored. Waiting for the kettle to boil, Anna looks down at herself. Grey pencil skirt and white blouse, grey tights and black shoes. Even her clothes, smart as they are, are boring. The only colour from Anna is her pink lips and blonde hair, tied in a ponytail behind her with a black hair-band. 'Some days are just meant to be boring' Anna says aloud to no-one in particular. The kettle finishes, and Anna finishes making her coffee. Two sugars and milk, same as always. Picking up her cup, she heads back to her desk, looking around the office as she does. Grey carpet. White walls. White ceiling. Wooden desks with grey computers. Most of the desks are empty where it's the weekend. Boring, boring, boring. By 12.30 Anna has finished her first coffee, so she goes on her lunch break. Usual stuff, sandwich from the canteen on the ground floor, another coffee, and a trip to the toilet before she heads back. Actually, no. 'Not today'. Anna thinks to herself at the bathroom doors. 'Let's see how long I can go without going to the loo' Anna decides, in an attempt to get something interesting out of the day. Feeling a slight pressure on her bladder, Anna heads back to her office A funny feeling sweeps over Anna in the elevator back up. Usually with her bladder this full she'd leave her desk and go to the toilet, even if it wasn't a break. But now Anna feels an almost daring feeling, even at something as mundane as not using the toilet. 'Actually', Anna thinks. 'Let's see how much I can hold....'. Anna smirks to herself as she makes her decision. Today Anna will amuse herself by drinking as much coffee as she can, and by not using the toilet. 'The feeling of a full bladder is more engaging than a weekend at work' she reasons. Reaching her floor at 12.35, Anna makes herself another coffee. Now the office is entirely empty, with everyone else having left for the weekend, but Anna is staying to make up for lateness. On the plus side, this means no one will see Anna drinking so much coffee. 1.00 pm, and Anna walks back into the kitchen again. She puts the kettle on, and leans against the counter. Her bladder feels quite full now, and usually Anna would be looking for the toilet if she was out. But she's not out. So she pours herself another coffee, and heads to her desk. 1.30, Anna's back again. Another coffee 2.00, Anna walks into the kitchen, again. Not only does she need to pee badly now, she's completely jittery from the caffeine. 'Maybe that's enough coffee for now' she thinks. 'But there's always water...' Anna pours herself a cup of water, and downs it. Then another. Then a third. Three is enough, and Anna heads back to her desk, feeling quite desperate now By 2.30 Anna is rocking back and forth in her chair. No calls since lunch, but Anna still gets paid just for being there. 'Just another half hour' she thinks aloud. 'Then I'll only have an hour left until I can leave. I-I can hold it' she tells herself, not sure if she believes it 3.pm comes and Anna has both hands jammed into her crotch. She leans back and forth in her chair quite viciously as she fights against desperate urges to pee. Just thinking about peeing makes Anna more desperate. The thought of sitting on the toilet, the cool touch of the seat, and the hot release of her bladder. The gentle hiss as her pee flows out, and the splashing it makes as it hits the water....Anna can't get these thoughts out of her head. Instead, other thoughts come. You could always just go, they tell her. Imagine how good it would feel, and without the hassle of even leaving your chair.... Anna fights these thoughts off, though it is a losing battle, as each thought she ignores is replaced by two more. Thoughts of relief, satisfaction and joy. She imagines the heat of her pee, splashing against her thighs as it pours out onto her felt chair, being absorbed by the dark fabric. She imagines the pleasant shiver of relief travelling her spine when she relaxes, and the hot mess she'd leave behind. 'She has to stop imagining these things before they become real', she thinks. By 3.15 Anna can't think of anything but her screaming bladder. The thoughts of just letting go begin to swamp her mind, as the prize of relief begins to rival the cost of soaking her grey skirt and tights, which would turn a dark black as they absorbed her entire day's accumulation of pee. Anna presses her hands even harder against her crotch. Sweat already has dampened her inner thighs where her hands have been clamped to them for so long. At least Anna thinks it's sweat. Didn't John from accounting say that sweat and pee were basically the same stuff? and that when you were well hydrated your pee was effectively clean. Anna certainly knows that if you keep drinking and using the toilet her pee comes out clear and odourless, like warm water. But this isn't one of those cases, and Anna hasn't pee'd since she left home. 'Speaking of home, what time is it?' Anna asks aloud, again asking no-one. 'Only 3.20? Oh come on.....' By 3.25 Anna can feel her bladder start to harden as it draws close to its maximum. It hurts to sit down, so Anna is forced to stand up, leaning against her desk. Anna pushes her office chair away, and kicks off her shoes. She knows that she's hasn't long left, and decides that enough is enough. Leaving her shoes at her desk, Anna walks down the office to the staff toilets. Hands clamped firmly against her crotch still, each step is painful. Anna can barely look up as she walks almost bent over, sticking her ass out behind her. She's certain her skirt isn't covering her ass any more, it having been rolled up so high by her legs shifting. She pulls one hand off her crotch to feel, and she discovers she was right, her skirt has travelled well above the base of her ass, and is revealing her white panties under her grey stockings. Anna, not one to walk around bearing so much, tries to pull the skirt down. The force used to move her skirt down, little as it is, distracts her body's attempts to halt her bladder, and Anna launches a jet of piss into her tights, with a silence-shattering hiss. Anna yelps slightly, thrusting her hands back into her crotch and halting the burst. She stands still for a moment, not quite believing that she was about to wet herself for the first time since school. The subtle smell of hot, fresh pee wafts up toward Anna, and she begins to move again. She wouldn't, she couldn't wet herself. She'd not pee'd herself once since that one time in school, even after she'd had a few drinks or long car journeys. She remembers the time in school... A class presentation, standard stuff. Each student talks about a topic they were told to study over the weekend at the front of the class. Some kids made posters, some kids made themselves look silly. Anna was so excited for her presentation. The class had been studying biology, and Anna had done her presentation on the bladder and kidneys. However, as the class went on, and students did their presentations and Anna waited, she felt her own bladder filling. She felt nothing of it at the time, why, she was a teenager now. Teenagers don't wet themselves in school, she had told herself. Finally her turn to present came up, and Anna walked to the front of the class, careful not to drop her presentation. Her presentation was quite good, she had to admit - she had put a lot of effort into researching the topic and making her poster look pretty. She was almost done... 'and when the bladder gets full' she explained, shuffling foot to foot, her dark-blue skirt pressed in between her legs, 'wh-when the bladder gets full you go to the toilet, but if you don't go, go in time then...then.......' she trailed off. 'Then what, Annie?' her teacher asked. Anna answered the question, but she didn't open her mouth. Her young bladder gave way, and a golden stream spilt down her legs, staining her white socks and pooling around her feet and in her shoes. The class was silent, save the gentle splatter of her pee hitting the floor. A solid minute, the longest minute of Anna's life, as she stared at her entire class, and they stared back, confused but amused. As the stream came to an end, the class began to chuckle, and Annie, not quite knowing what to do, tried to play it off like a joke, as if she'd planned it all along. The bell rang, and the class was dismissed, except Anna, who was kept in detention for an hour and was made to clean it up. No matter what she said, her teacher wouldn't believe it was an accident. Still, in hindsight it was better that way, everyone thought Anna was a lot funnier and braver after that, and she didn't have to live down having an accident for the whole year. Distracted by this memory, Anna didn't notice the fact she'd hobbled over to the staff toilets until she looked up and saw the worst thing she could have seen - OUT OF ORDER, printed in red on a white plastic sign. Anna tries the door anyway, to no avail - locked by the janitors. Anna groaned loudly, annoyed that the toilets hadn't been fixed yet, and annoyed at Dan who thought it was funny to put firecrackers in all the office toilets. Anna doesn't have a lot of time to be annoyed though, she'll barely have time to reach the elevator as this rate. She begins the long hobble to the great steel doors that will lead her to the promised, err, toilet. *pad...pad...pad...pad...pad....* The only sound in the office was Anna's slow and laboured footsteps, and as such they seemed to thunder through the office. Anna could barely look up any more, navigating the office solely memory. Anna squeezes her eyes shut, as if her eyes could offer any help with her bladder situation. They don't, and the opposite happens as Anna walks straight into her chair. Collapsing on top of her grey swivel chair, Anna has barely seconds to figure out what has happened before the sound hits her - a harsh but muffled hiss as her bladder takes the confusion as an opportunity to contract and force out a jet of pee. Anna, on all fours at the time, can only send in one hand to quell this bladder rebellion, using all her energy now to hold it back. Within a second or two the stream ends, but it feels like a week to Anna. Having been ass up on all fours, the escaped pee had only one way to go, and that was up, relevant to Anna. Anna felt the hot liquid as it soaked into the waist of her skirt, and the bottom of her blouse, dyeing it a pale yellow. The stain, luckily for Anna, was held under her skirt, but her skirt was still damp itself, with a dark streak being the tale-tale sign of an accident. Using the wall for support, Anna climbed back to her feet. 'I..can still....make it....'. Not even Anna believed this time. Deciding not to close her eyes again, Anna drags one leg after the other in the direction of the elevator, both hands clamped once again into her crotch. It's been taking all of her energy just to not pee....what if it gets worse? and her best is not enough? Well what if is what begins to happen, as Anna's body begins to take control of her bladder. Anna reaches the lift, and punches in the button for 'ground'. She leans against the wall as she hears the elevator grind into life. Not far now. Anna knows she's so close, but her body doesn't, and Anna finally reaches her breaking point. For anyone who hasn't held it until they can't hold anymore, allow me to describe it to you. The first thing you, or in this case Anna, feels, is a slight heat coming from your bladder. This is the last warning you get, the red alert, and you have mere seconds to brace yourself. If you're into holding until you burst, this feels like victory - You held up against your bladder's screams to be released, and now you physically cannot hold it any longer - it's time to relax and let it cascade out, through your jeans, your skirt, whatever you might be wearing until you're stood in a golden puddle and surrounded by clouds of steam, feeling absolutely great. If you aren't however, and you just really need to go, this is your body's way of saying 'better luck next time', as it takes over control. As Anna leans against the wall, she feels this slight heat.  Next, your body begins to contract your muscles, including the bladder and bowels. Usually only the former actually releases however, though sometimes they both go. Her legs tighten, her fingers ball into fists against her thighs, and her toes dig into the carpet. The contracting stops for half a second, to breathe in, and then SQUEEZE, as the bladder forces a jet out. And Anna's bladder squeezes hard, and a hot gold jet ploughs through her thin cotton panties and into her grey tights, staining the inside of her right leg. And then, the body gives back control for a minute.   Anna, having forced a jet out, breathes heavily, tears forming in her eyes from the sheer relief she got from such a spurt. The elevator doors open, but Anna doesn't even notice, as she pants against the wall. She turns to rest on her left arm, facing into the elevator, now noticing it's arrival. She drags one leg forward, then the other...then the door closes.  'Going down' Someone else was in. Anna had no idea. And now Anna was trapped until the elevator came back. Anna's bladder wasn't going to take this, and it forces itself to clench again. This time the jet is longer, lasting a whole second, so powerful it ignores Anna's panties and tights, splattering against the floor. Anna gingerly places her hand onto her crotch, a last act of defence against the inevitable pulse that will result in Anna draining her bladder down her legs and onto the floor. 'Not long now', her bladder reminds her. 'A few more waves and then it's all going out' It doesn't take long for the next wave to hit, but it hits like a truck - powerful and sudden. With no warning Anna's body clenches everything it can, and a fierce spurt of hot piss is launched into Anna's thighs. This wave, not one like before, but two consecutive waves, sees two spurts, lasting two seconds each until they end. Anna stands, hands in crotch, dumbfounded at the power coming from her bladder Anna looks down, seeing her grey tights streaked black on the insides. 'That was your last warning' Her bladder seems to say. 'Get ready, or get wet' And the last wave hits. Anna bends over double, her entire torso aching as everything pushes in her. Hot piss cascades out of her and into her tights, which barely hold back the steaming fluid as it pounds against the fabric. Even while this wave pushes, a second begins, and her torso clenches even tighter, the shrill hiss from Anna's crotch dominates the silent office No more energy left to resist, Anna gives in. Her muscles release her, and she stands upright, tilting her head back and letting her eyes roll back, breathing a sigh of relief like no other. The violent hiss slows down to an agreeable trickle, though still clearly audible. The forceful jet slows down to a steady, firm river, as hot piss soaks into her panties, spreading up as high as the waistline of her ass. Cascading pee splatters against her thighs and the inner fabric of her tights, it travels down and pools at her feet. Anna embraces the raw pleasure she's getting, as the heat spreads around the entirety of her legs. She wriggles her toes, grinning inanely as she hears the squishing they make against the piss-logged carpet. For that moment, there is nothing but Anna and her burst bladder. The gentle hiss and pattering of pee into the carpet are the only sound in the air, and slowly they decline, until only drips fall from he sodden tights, now entirely black with grey patches at the top. Anna sighs deeply, having never felt so good all her life. She breathes in the warm scent of her own pee and smiles Reality slowly returns to Anna, sat on the floor, surrounded by dark wet carpet and fragrant steam. This is where she works. She has to tidy up. At least there's no CCTV in these offices. Anna climbs to her feet, shuddering slightly with relief and arousal. With nothing to stop her, Anna falls back onto the carpet and rubs herself until she climaxes, reaching an intense orgasm. Breathing deeply for the next minute while sat in place, Anna plans her cleaning operation. First, Anna takes off her tights and panties, stuffing them into a plastic bag. She examines her skirt, which is damp at the front, but it could pass off as a spilt drink. No strong smell of pee coming from any of her clothes. She takes her tights and panties into the kitchen and runs them under the tap, then wrings them out and puts them back in the bag. Leaving her shoes at her desk, Anna walks barefoot downstairs into the janitor's office two floors down, enjoying the breeze against her bare feet, legs and ass. Her skirt reaches halfway down her thighs, so she doesn't worry about anyone noticing anything. She brings up a mop and a cleaning bucket with soapy water. Having started wetting at 3.30, Anna manages to have completely tidied any evidence of her actions by 4pm. Anna is almost disappointed that no one will ever know about what she got up to, or how great it felt. Packing her wet tights and panties into her bag, Anna puts her shoes back on and leaves the office, commando under her skirt.  'What a day...' Edited December 22, 2016 by Dimwitrolo (see edit history)
Hi all, here is a little story based on a massive fantasy of mine. Attached is a picture of the girl in the story (completely fictional). I hope this is allowed (the picture I mean).  Hellen Schweiss was 23 years old and from Bavaria, Germany. She was an attractive young lady, with medium length golden brown hair and a what her friends called, pretty face, with her little nose and alluring blue eyes. She was slim, just below average height and had quite small breasts but a large, rounded bottom. She had just finished university in Munich and had been persuaded by her friend Annika to travel with her to a language school in England on the south east coast for a month. They were to practise their English but also have a little bit of a holiday too. The plan was for them to have classes in the mornings with other students but in the afternoons and evenings to do some activities arranged for them by the school. This included visiting London which had sold the idea to Hellen. She had been once before in her teens and had always wanted to go back. It was at the end of their first week that the girls were to visit London. They had to be up early to get their coach to the city. Hellen had her morning pee and showered and got dressed. She put on a white cotton thong with matching bra, tight fitting blue denims and a casual white shirt. Leaving, she slipped on her black ballet flats and headed for the coach. When they got to London, they had a short tour with a guide from the school around the main sights. Big Ben, Parliament, Buckingham Palace; that sort of thing. Towards the end of the tour, Hellen started to notice a slight need to relieve herself. She'd finished her bottle of water and needed to pee. It wasn't massively urgent but she could have definitely done with a toilet. Eventually the tour was over and Hellen went to do some shopping with Annika. She'd now started to need to poo as well and so asked Annika if they could go to a traditional pub for some lunch and a drink. She knew there'd be toilets in the pub. Annika agreed and they found a nice, quintesential English pub around the corner from where they were to meet to go back to the coach for the journey home. Annika offered to buy the first drink and suggested they both have pints of beer as they were in England and so should do something traditional. Hellen agreed before dissapearing to find herself a toilet. There was no queue and Hellen went in to the nearest cubicle. She lowered her tight blue denims and white cotton thong and hovered her round bottom over the bowl to relieve her bladder. When she was finished, she reached behind her to spread apart her soft bum cheeks and squeezed out two large turds from her tight anus. They splashed into the bowl below and Hellen hoped nobody had heard. She was quite shy when it came to pooping. She took some paper and wiped her vagina and gently rubbed in the crack of her bum and over her tight little pucker and dropped the paper down into the bowl before pulling up her thong and denims, flushing the toilet and going to wash her hands. She then went to rejoin Annika. Annika had dutifully bought her friend a pint of beer and they sat together chatting and thinking about what to have from the bar menu for lunch. After about 45 minutes they'd both finished their pints and were ready to eat. Hellen said she would treat Annika to this and went to the bar to place their order and get them two more pints of beer. After all, they were German and Germans like beer! Theye were about halfway through these when their food arrived. They finished their pints with the food and Hellen was then bought a third pint by Annika as a thank you for lunch. Annika excused herself to the toilet and Hellen followed upon her return. The beer had started reaching the girls bladders. They finished their third pint and decided that that was enough beer before the journey home. Annika went to do some last minute shopping and Hellen went to a bookshop she'd seen on the tour. They agreed to meet back at the coach at four thirty. When Hellen got to the coach, she was running late and noticed Annika just coming out of the public toilets just down the road from the coach. Hellen considered going too but their guide was telling them that they were ready to leave. She boarded the coach and took her seat. An hour into the journey and not visiting the toilet before getting on the coach was proving to be a big mistake. Hellen knew there was no toilet on the coach and they didn't stop on the two hour journey to London so they probably wouldn't stop on the way back either. Up to this point, Hellen had been chatting with Annika and their guide, but now she'd gone quiet; focussed on her need to pee. To make matters worse for poor Hellen, beer was still reaching her bladder. She'd had all of the third pint Annika had bought for her after having relieved her bladder after the first two pints and some of the beer from the second pint had probably made it's way to her bladder now too, not having got to her bladder by the time she went to the toilet earlier. The traffic wasn't great either. At this rate, it would be more like three hours before they were back. Hellen got a little worried. She really needed to pee already. In two hours her need would be almost uncontainable. She consoled herself with the vain hope that they might actually stop somewhere on the way back.       She edged ever so slightly forward in her seat, her seatbelt now unbuckled, she cared about nothing now other than getting to a toilet. Her bladder was truly bursting. It was taking all her concentration to hold on and to make things worse still, yet more beer had reached her already overstretched and bursting bladder. Her abdomen had distended to accommodate her swollen bladder and was rock solid from the pressure inside of her. She had never been in such a state before. She was absolutely dying on that coach. So embarrassed by her predicament yet unable to say anything. She clenched her muscles as tightly as she could, her tight pucker between her soft cheeks now permanently locked shut. To add to her woe, the beer, the horrible, horrible, gassy beer, had made her need to fart too. So on top of her ceaselessly pulsing, throbbing and aching bladder, begging for relief from the torment with which it was having to deal, she was now holding a build up of gas in her bowels and rectum. Her belly would rumble occasionally as she resisted another urge to relax her clenched sphincter and tight anus to ease out what would have been an enormously relieving fart. But she knew better, her anxious expression betraying the torment and pure, horrid desperation she was battling. If only she didn't have to fart to, she may have just about been able to contain the enormous pressure in her bladder but her bloated belly and swollen bladder in combination proved nothing less than torturous. Her toes curled up in her ballet flats as she shifted position for the umpteenth time, desperate to find something to help her wait. She wished she could hold herself between her legs and clasp shut her urethra but the embarrassment was already so great that she couldn't bare the thought of anyone seeing her holding herself like a little girl. The effort was making her hot and clammy. Her intimate parts were moist, including the cleft between her soft white cheeks, her anus still tightly closed against the horrible, ghastly build up of gas in her bowels. She could feel herself waning in her epic struggle. If they didn't arrive soon she would burst. She had been concerned for a little while already that she may do herself some damage, such was the pressure in her bladder. She was so utterly desperate, so completely bursting for relief and wishing for nothing more than to be able to just sit on a toilet and relax her bladder and all of the muscles working overtime to help her wait, to contain the pulsing urge burning inside of her. If there was but one good thing at this point, it was that the traffic had cleared and they had been travelling at a good speed on the motorway for some time now and they were nearing the turn off for the town where the school was. Hellen looked out of the window and recognised where they were. It would be no more than ten minutes until her stop. She prayed she could last that long. Here toes were now dancing in her flats, constantly moving around, her left leg ever so slightly bobbing up and down. All natural reactions to her predicament. The feeling inside of her was like nothing imaginable and the embarrassment was indescribable. She was mortified to be in this situation. She would have cried if it wouldn't have attracted attention. As is she let out a little whimper as she changed position again, putting her weight this time onto her right buttock and crossing her left leg over her right. The effort of doing this caused a couple of droplets of urine to squeeze themselves out of her urethra and ever so slightly dampen the front of her thong. She was doing everything she could to disguise and hide her incredible desperation, for she could think of few things worse than anyone else knowing of her agonising situation. Her abdomen was now incredibly distended, pressing hard against her jeans and belt. Oh how poor Hellen wished she could unbuckle her belt and unbutton her jeans for that would have at least provided some respite from her agony, but it was too obvious a move; she would've been found out immediately and she couldn't deal with other people knowing how desperate she was, that was just an embarrassment too far. But her efforts to hold on had become increasingly more difficult to disguise. She was fortunate at least that she had no one sitting next to her. And it did seem that no one had noticed her efforts to contain her bladder. She was sat by the window and was thus hidden from view from most of the other passengers. She looked out of the window and grimmaced as she gently altered her position ever so slightly and took the opportunity to rock slightly back and forth in her seat a few times in an effort to help her wait. The coach was nearing its first stop and over the microphone came the horrible announcement that Hellen's stop would only be the second. She would have to wait as students got off before her and were free to head to their host family's and awaiting toilets to relieve their bladders if they so required, but Hellen knew that absolutley none of them could be even close to her level of need. The coach slowed and eventually stopped at the first stop. The rocking of the coach as it stopped caused Hellen to whimper as she hunched forward, a wave of increased desperation having come over her. She prayed that the other people getting off at the first stop would be quick, but to her horror, a guy stopped to talk to someone at the front of the coach. Bastard!! Bastard!!! BASTARD!!!!!! The added wait and resulting increased agony caused Hellen to let out another dribble into her thong. She clenched everything to stop the dribble becoming a spurt and then the spurt a full on gush and then the gush into a complete wetting. And that wasn't even considering her terrible need to fart too that had now come back to make itself known. She knew that if she were to lose complete control, she'd not only wet herself but also let out probably several farts, alerting everyone to the fact that a 23 year old girl was not just wetting herself but also farting uncontrollably as well. That simply wasn't going to happen. Then, when Hellen had got her terrible, agonising need under control again, a girl from the back of the coach shouted at the guy to hurry up and get off the coach. Hellen obviously wasn't the only one on that coach who needed the toilet. But she knew also that absolutely no one could even be half as desperate as she was, trying as she was to hold her poor overfull, stretched and bursting, throbbing and now constantly pulsing, begging and pleading bladder full of all that damn gassy beer. But the coach was at least now moving again. Hellen changed position and shifted her weight back onto both her cheeks. The change of position wasn't easy and another few droplets of hot urine escaped into her croth to further dampen the front of her thong. And to make her discomfort worse, her thong had now effectively wedgied her more so than normal. It had ridden up between her buttocks and as Hellen changed position and rocked slightly in her seat to try to help her wait, she could feel the fabric rub against the sides of both her cheeks and tight, firmly clenched shut anus. Her sphincter really had been working overtime to help her wait. She wasn't sure how much longer she could do this, but she had come this far, she thought, she wasn't going to give in now. Otherwise all the agony and torturous holding would've been for nothing. The coach rounded a corner and Hellen's stop was in sight. She started hurriedly readying her things. Every movement was hellish. Her bladder was so full that her abdomen was rock solid, her kidneys were now constantly aching and her belly was bulging out. She would have to undo her belt and unfasten the button on her jeans when she got off the coach. Her jeans normally had a little extra room around her waste but now they were tight up against her abdomen, pushing against her poor bladder and making the pressure more intense. As the coach slowed to a halt at Hellen's stop, several other people got up infront of her who also wanted to get off at this stop. Hellen went to rise carefully from her seat but was halted in a moment of sheer terror when, as she rose from her seat, where she had been sitting for so long in silent agony, a fart escaped her rectum. As it did so, Hellen shuddered with the effort of trying to supress it and a look of horror was momentarily cast across her face. She prayed nobody heard it, for it escaped out of her anus with a tight squeeky sound that was definitely audible. If Hellen could hear it then others could too. But the noise of chatter on the coach drowned it out sufficiently that Hellen didn't think anyone else had heard her moment of unladylikeness. Hellen was quite shy about her bodily functions. It was why she'd suffered in agonising silence for so long. She didn't want anyone to know of her predicament and awful awful desperation. She didn't talk about peeing or farting and pooping. It embarrassed her. She knew it was a little silly, but that was just how she was. Hellen, having regained her composure after a little moment of panic following her small fart, was now faced with having to wait for others infront of her to get their bags and coats from the overhead compartments. She grimmaced slightly as she waited in the aisle, praying that they wouldn't take too long. She bent down slightly out of sheer desperation and let out a little whimper and gasp of despair before she was finally able to start moving down the aisle towards the door and finally freedom from the confines of this horrible coach, the scene of her torture and pain for the last couple of hours. Stepping off the coach was a challenge in itself. She was so full now that every step was hell and as she came down off the coach from the last step a little to hard she had to struggle to hold it all in as she hurriedly jostled past the others who had got off before her. She started mincing towards where she was staying before Annika, her friend, called after her. She pretended not to hear. But Annika called again. This time Hellen couldn't ignore her. "What are you doing later"? enquired Annika. Hellen turned and replied in a strained tone. "I'll text you". She then turned back and started towards her apartment where she was staying. She knew that Annika now probably thought that something was wrong but she was a good friend and said nothing off it, no doubt aware that her friend was in desperate need of a toilet. Hellen could live with Annika being aware she needed to pee but she hoped she didn't know of the urgent desire she was battling to relieve herself of a lot of pent up gas and wind in her bowels. Annika wasn't sitting far from Hellen on the coach so it was possible that she heard her fart but was just too polite to say anything. But all of this didn't occupy Hellen's thoughts for long. She rounded a corner and was now out of sight of the others from the coach and couldn't see anyone else in the street so took the opportunity to unfasten her belt and undo the top button on her tight jeans. This provided a tiny amount of relief. Hellen continued up the road towards where she was staying. The school had given her a small apartment not far from the school itself. This was normally a good thing; very convenient, but now the problem Hellen faced was that her apartment was on the second floor so she would have to climb two flights of stairs with her bladder as close to exploding as it could possibly get. As she walked further up the road, she cupped her abdomen in her left hand and could now feel how distended it was; how full and bloated she had become. It was like a bowling ball in her belly. She looked pregnant. This was awful. Her kidneys now didn't just ache, they hurt and she was now really worried she may do herself some damage if she couldn't get relief soon. She approached her apartment and hastily dug her keys out of her pocket and went to the front door. The building was an old Victorian town house that had been converted into apartments sometime in the 70's. She quickly put the key in the lock, doing the pee pee dance as she turned it to open the door and hurried inside, slamming the door shut behind her. She made her way tentatively up the stairs as a spurt of hot pee escaped her. She bent over double, about half way up the stairs now and jammed a hand between her legs as she regained control. There was now a visible wet patch between her legs. She'd technically wet herself. This was awful. Just awful! She got to the door of her apartment, now flushed and red in the face with the effort and embarrassment. She opened the door as quickly as she could, threw her bag down on the floor and groaned with discomfort and pain as she went, bent double now, towards the toilet. She didn't even bother closing the door to the bathroom behind her. No time for that. She flung the toilet seat up and hastily tugged her tight jeans down and then her thong. It was a relief to finally have that thing out from between her cheeks but Hellen's real relief was yet to come. She flung herself down onto the bowl, breathing heavily with the exertion of having held on so long, of having battled against nature and her bursting, aching and swollen bladder and tried to relax. This was easier said than done such was her desperation. Her body had got used to holding it all in. But after a couple of seconds a trickle of pee came out of her urethra, followed by a very tight squeeky fart and she sighed quietly as the trickle turned into a gush and then a torrent of pee started pouring forcefully into the bowl beneath her. Oh at last, the blissful sweet relief at last she thought to herself. And then several more farts released themselves from the confines of her rectum and escaped out of her anus. They came out in short bursts of wind and were heavenly to release. The pee flowed and flowed and flowed out of her and only became a trickle once more after well over a minute and then the trickle itself lasted for nearly a minute too. She then squeezed out several more quite forceful jets from within her and a final thunderous fart before taking some toilet paper to wipe herself after she was finally done. She cleaned her vagina and also her anus, wiping gently between her buttocks, for after the strain of holding for so long, her intimate parts had become moist and clammy. Finally done, she flushed the toilet and removed her jeans and thong and tossed them into the wash. She also took off her top and bra before walking naked to the bedroom to collect her towel to have a nice long shower and try to put all this horrible ordeal behind her.
Okay, long story short, I found ANOTHER picture that gave me this idea. Not one about Emolga and Snivy wetting themselves, more one of Snivy sticking a vine up Emolga's vagina. Snivy: So now i'm a lesbian? Apparently. And after seeing this, I thought about the other story I did with these two, so I'm making another. Emolga: So you're beating a dead ponyta. Well I wouldn't say that, just... okay yes. Just read the story and leave me alone. WARNING: things are gonna get a little sexual. in the gay way. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alright, adventure, traveling to place, you get the idea. I already explained this stuff in my other story. If you saw my other story, you'd know that has nothing to do with the story, and I just said it because I watch too much of the anime. I WOULD say Ash and his pals were there having a good time, buuut nobody cares about them. Instead, we're having Pikachu an a few of his buddies on a deserted island.Since I can't think of a good explanation for why they're alone, i'm just going to say team rocket kidnapped themand they got blasted off agaaaaaaaaaain to some random island (although it was a first time). Also since they have no way of getting back to Unova, all they can do is wait for someone to show up and help them. As for what everyone was doing, Pikachu was checking around making sure nothing ends up biting them in the ass (like last time), Oshawott and Tepig debating on some stuff, and then there was Emolga and Snivy, who for once have not tried to kill each other! Finally, right?... Ok fine i'll get back to the story! Everyone seemed to be doing fine, mainly staying out near the pool at an old house. Ironically enough, the house was in good condition, looking like it was just recently built despite the fact nobody lived there whatsoever, and it was made mostly of wood and stone, so it would have been abandoned years ago. Ah whatever, so back to the thing. We're gonna be zooming in on Snivy's perspective to start off. She was doing her classic 'sunbathing on a rock' thing. She seemed relaxing fine, nothing out of the ordinary, just relaxing. "Ahh, finally, a moment of peace and quiet. Okay, now i'm bored." Snivy got up and went a little bit into the trees to find some entertainment. After going a little deep into the forest, a shady figure could be seen watching her in the shadows. She was not too far in that she couldn't find her way back, but deep enough in so that nobody could see her from the house. "Hello, anybody want to attack me?" Snivy called out to the blank space. "If anybody wants me, I spent my entire allowance on smoothies and my slit is in good condition!" She says despite the fact pokemon don't use money. Or maybe they do, I didn't really think that out in the first story. Suddenly, she was tackled to the ground and knocked cold. When she woke up, she was groggy. Not really able to make out the scenery since her vision and mind were still blank. She realized the area under her stomach was showing signs of discomfort, reminding her she didn't urinate before after waking up. Still half asleep, she tried moving behind a bush to take care of that... Only to notice she didn't move anywhere at all. Once she could regain consciousness, she realized she was tied to a tree. Then the shadowy figure from the bushes stood up and introduce itself. "Well well well, look what we have here." *at the house* Meanwhile everyone seemed to have their fair share of relaxing around the area they invited themselves into. Also, just incase you're wondering what happened to the owner of the house, he's sleeping with the fishes. Both in terms of figuratively and in a more indecent way. But enough of that. Let's see what the others are up to. " I used to be called the going blue when i was younger. I could swim across the entire outline of Unova." Oshawott said to his fiery friend, talking up his talent. "Oh please, I can run that distance!" The orange and black pig responded. "I can't swim, but mama didn't give this ham four legs for nothing!" They would do this stuff more often, but they never really got the moment, what with all the battles and hissy fits going on. But now that they're on a forced vacay, they finally get a chance. "Hey guys, you seen Snivy anywhere?" Pikachu asked them, going over after noticing Snivy wasn't in her usual spot. "Yeah, green, yellow outline, about this high. has a nice vagigi."  Tepig replied, snickering a bit. "Recently." Pikachu sighed in annoyance. Oshawott butted in. "I saw her lyng on a rock somewhere nearby, but since then, no." Pikachu rolled his eyes and went looking for her. Emolga on the other hand, was in the dusty kitchen digging through the fridge for some goods. Unfortunately, everything in the fridge was either rotten, looted, or one of those weird treats only people that have gross tastes in food like. The only good stuff was a case full of old juice boxes. I don't know whether to call this a coincidence or a setup. "Ah well, I can't find any fruit out there, i'll just settle with this." Emolga took the whole pack out of the fridge, shut the door, dragged the pack over to an old wooden couch, and started gulping down the juice. considering they were about half her size each, we all know what's going to happen. *back to Snivy's captive spot* The figure holding Snivy captive was... another... Okay wait, am I reading this right? Another Snivy is holding her captive? Oh, ok. The other Snivy had a scar on her face, which seperates the identical traits. Snivy tried to speak and yell 'what do you want from me, let me go now' but due to some sort of muzzle around her mouth, she could only make muffled screams out of her voice. "Save your breath. I'll tell you everything." Her green counterpart said. "I am known as Madame Sni." We'll just call her S for short. "I'm sure you want to know why you're here, and why I have the interest to hold you captive." Or she wants to know why she was actually given a name, despite us only knowing she could be a wild pokemon. "Well, i'll tell you. I happen to be more professional in charisma than others of our species. I use this to my advantage, since I happen to have an obsession with seductive fetishes." I'm not even sure if that's a real- "SHUT UP!" Fine! Jeez, some pokemon... "As I was saying, I've been paying goo amounts of money to other pokemon to satisfy my desires. Unfortunately, I can't find many competent pokemon. However, after the incident with my last employee Zorua, I've learned something. Why have someone else satisfy you when you can do it yourself?" Pff, right. That isn't weird at all. "WILL YOU SHUT IT!? Ahem, so i'm going to go over an get my fair share of satisfaction from your friends at your shelter. But first, I might as well get some satisfaction from you." S then proceeded to extend her vines and spread Snivy's legs apart, and then gently stroked her finger along the outline of Snivy's now exposed vagina. Snivy's face was now glowing a strong shade of crimson as she tried to fight the... 'calming' some may call it, pleasure she was feeling. S continued to move her finger closer in and Snivy's body was going straight up against her in every single way possible. Okay, well at least to the point where she was unwillingly making muffled moans and her clit was now revealed. Only making it worse was Snivy's bladder in the 'on your side when you really don't want it on your side' deal, where it was just jolting her, reminding her this was just making her need worse. Snivy still tried to resist the filthy part of her mind give her over, struggling to break loose an close her legs. It didn't work too well, if at all since S had a good grip on her. After a few minutes of slit stroking and clit rubbing, S finally decided to give Snivy some mercy (or not mercy, depends on how you portray it) and stop harassing her. "Well, I think you've had your fair share of fun. I'm going to find your furry female friend and give her some enjoyment. Toodaloo." S then strolled off, but not before soaking some of Snivy's juices onto her finger and rubbing it on her scar. The juices covered the marking so well, you can't even tell the smear is there in the first place. Or the scar. An of course because she's an asshole, she left Snivy strapped to the tree and still really desperate for a leak. She squirmed and pressed her twig- ish legs together as close as she could (seriously how can she balance on those) in an attempt to keep her fluids from leaving. She still had no idea how to escape, and didn't want to risk someone seeing her urine puddle and putting two and two together. She forced herself hard to try and keep it in, hoping eventually someone would come for her. *back at the house* Alright, i'm sure you remember we had Emolga gulp down a case full of old juice boxes. Well, we all know when liquid goes in, it has to go somewhere. And around these parts, we use that to satisfy our own filthy desires. I have probably insulted hundreds of people by saying that. So we have Emolga squirming around on a wooden couch, made without any cushions or anything, just plain wood. Talk about low quality. Emolga was trying to relax on the couch, maybe take a little nap, but her bladder was giving her a lot of discomfort. She was still trying to ignore it, but her muscles eventually managed to win her over. 'Okay, fine, i'll go.' She thought to herself. She prepped herself up an got ready to hop off the couch. It was coincidentally at this moment that S just happened to be wandering in. Of course, since she covered her scar with Snivy's juices, Emolga just assumed it was the Snivy she knew. "Hi there Emolga, you have a minute?" S asked nicely. "Uh, sorry Snivy, I really need to-" "Great, have a seat!" What, you thought S would let her leave just like that? Emolga, knowing this isn't going in her favor any time soon, just decided to sit down and hold it in through the power of will. Although we know that doesn't help much. So S started up a small conversation with Emolga, keeping it up as much as she coul to stall Emolga from doing what she neede. Speaking of which, Emolga was squirming in place, squeezing her legs together from time to time, waiting for the moment when she could do her thing. "So, Emolga." S said, passionately. "How did you feel when we were held captive by that Zorua a while back?" Emolga jumped a bit when she heard that, and her face turned a bright shade of red. "Wh- what makes you want to ask?" "Well, I was just wondering how you felt about being stuck in place, and when your body went flat out against you, letting all your fluids go out down your legs, onto the soft patch of grass." Emolga cringed at the thought of it. The memory of when she couldn't take it any longer an just let loose on the grass made her bladder jolt her hard, like a di- ok, that's taking it too far. 'That's it, squirm you dirty girl' S thought as she watched Emolga try to contain herself. Emolga heard S breathing and turned her head to look at her. She could see that the juices had run off S's face and the scar was now visible. In a split second, Emolga tried to jump off the couch and make a bolt for it. However, Snivy tend to be fast reactors, so S managed to grab her by the hand before she could land on the ground. "Uh uh uh, naughty." S then brought herself down to the floor to have her way with Emolga. "Please... Don't..." Emolga whimpered, knowing what was going to come next. Well, you know what made me think this up, you know what happens next. But for those of you that don't, S held Emolga up by her hands with one vine, so she can't fight back, and used the other vine to mess with Emolga's vaginal area. This also doesn't help her problem since she's forced to hold it in with sheer willpower and being sexually harassed doesn't exactly make things better. "Somebody... help..." *back to Snivy's captive spot (again)* Alright, it's been, i'd say an hour since S left Snivy strapped to that tree. She was still stuck, still red from the harassment, and still really desperate. She made no progress in escaping, and nobody has come for her in the hour she was there. After trying to squirm around for another attempt to slide out, her bladder hit her harder than she could handle and forced a spurt of urine out of her. She squealed and pressed hard to try and contain herself, but it was clear the odds were against her. Strong spurts began to involuntarily make their way out of Snivy's crotch, making her muscles begin to weaken in the process. "Snivy, you here?" Snivy looked towards the voice and saw Pikachu running to her captive area. Her excitement was short lived as her bladder once again jolted her hard. All she could do was pray that she could get out in time before the inevitable happens. She tried to call out for Pikachu, butt again, the muzzle around her mouth only let her give out a suppressed 'mmph'. Once Pikachu finally got there, he tried to get Snivy loose. "Who did this to you!?" He said, determined to get revenge on whoever did this. Snivy only gave him the 'you're kidding, right?' look, seeing as he didn't even bother to remove the muzzle before asking. Of course, karma takes it's turn and Snivy's bladder jolts her harder, forcing out a jet of urine. Snivy tried hard to try and control herself, but her karma trip went over, and she was fighting a battle that was practically lost. Once Pikachu got Snivy down, she fell to her knees, let out an ecstatically relieved cry, and let out her bladder's contents into the soil beneath her. The stream went on for your casual two minutes before it finally died down and Snivy could regain mobility of her legs. She embarrassingly looked over at Pikachu, expecting him to be staring bug eyed, but in her luck, he happened to get himself tied up in the rope that was holding her to the tree, giving her enough time to do her thing and sneak back to the house without him knowing. Yeah, honestly kind of a dick move on her part. *back at the house (again)* Emolga was still getting harassed by S, and it was making her situation worse as well. Saame situation with Snivy, where her bladder was involuntarily leaking drops of urine and such, but Emolga can't close her legs since S is playing with her... thing. Emolga tried hard to bare down her urine buildup and pleasure to what S was doing, but the way the vine was rubbing Emolga's slit was in such a delicate way that her muscles were weakening quickly. Soon it went from little drops to spurts dripping down the vine. "Hehehe, you really like this. Enough to make you pee." S taunted in her usual flirty tone. Soon Emolga started salivating at the mouth, and began crying out of the painful pressure. And it was at this moment when S got slammed to the ground by a VERY pissed off Snivy. After getting hit, S release her grip on Emolga, causing her to collapse face first on the ground, and her whole body went limp as she finally lost it. Her urine jetted out onto the floor behind her rump, an she was just weeping out of pain, embarrassment, and relief. Same thing with Snivy, with the two minute continuism. As for Snivy and S, Snivy repeatedly slammed S's head into various walls until dragging her to the fridge and slamming the door into S's head. The collision resulted in the casual skull crushing blood splatter thing it always goes to. Snivy finally calmed down after that, and went over to Emolga still weeping on the ground. Snivy pulled her up to her knees, and Emolga burst into tears, while Snivy let her cry in her chest. "W- why...?" Emolga stuttered. Snivy attempted to ask what she meant by that, but she forgot the muzzle. So she took it off. "What do you mean?" She asked. "W- why d-d-did you help me?" She sniffled. "I thought yo-ou just saw me... as a di- disgrace..." Snivy shushed her before she could finish. "It's because you're my friend. And because... you took the chance to change." It's true, Emolga hasn't gone and asked any of the guys to do anything for her in a long while. Okay, a month, but still counts! Emolga only let out a weak smile, and Snivy put her up on the couch so she could give her some more comfort. *out at the window* "They not actually going to do it, right?" Tepig asked, giving the 'oh my god, really' look. Oshawott sighed. "Is the earth flat?" END ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, that took way longer than expected. I don't even think it turned out so well. Oshawott: Well, you kinda suck at writing desperation stories with sex. Tepig: And you only had me and Oshawott in there so you could make a one piece reference and a "they're gonna do it" joke. Well, at least I tried, and that's all that matters! Right Pikachu? Mimikyu: Yeah. You tried. ... WHO ARE YOU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE, AND WHERE'S PIKACHU!? leave opinions saying if I did good or if it sucks.
A harsh icy wind blows through the air, whistling through the trees. Liliya, sheltering her eyes from the snow with her hand, steps outside, bag and rifle ready for another harsh day. Her thick boots keep her feet warm despite the cold, though her thinning grey/brown coat is not quite so effective. Today Liliya was to take position in a prepared sniping spot, a small wooden shed hidden by snow. She shoulders her rifle, a Mosin Nagant m91/30, as she prepares to leave. Heading back inside the log cabin one last time to record her day in her journal '27th January, 1940. West of Murmansk. Today is the push - the boys will launch their attack on a well defended Finnish position near the forest, their gunners have taken out many of our men. My job today is to pick off anyone who might attempt to flee. The mission begins as soon as the first wave of bombers makes their move' Closing her journal and putting it into her bag, Liliya takes one last look at herself in her mirror. Two blue eyes look back at her, nested neatly amongst her pale freckles. Her short, blonde hair is tied neatly in a small ponytail, which reaches to just above the collar of her coat. Her coat, a long coat that comes down to just above her knees, is adorned with the usual paling red lapels is mostly bare, the material having suffered in the harsh cold winter on the Finnish border. The brass buttons gleam slightly in the morning sun, the Soviet star catching the light and reminding her who she's fighting for; The motherland, the Soviet Union. The vast uncaring land who's government is tossing it's people to war like bones to a dog. Still, it's better than being sent to a Gulag. Barely. Liliya leaves her cabin, rifle in hand, bag slung over her shoulder, preparing for another cold day. Today she will be alone and well out of the effective range of any of the machine gunners it is her job to stop from retreating. Not out of the range of artillery though, which had almost caught her a handful of days prior, when her position was discovered. Luckily for Liliya, she had the sense to run when she saw the guns fire, but sitting inside cover she less able to flee if they did ever spot her. Wondering if she'll be coming back again, she puts on her grey fur hat, and sets of to her new location The Icy air takes a turn for the worst fairly shortly, and soon the snow is pelting Liliya, still en route to her position. In the distance she can hear gunfire, but only just above the howling wind. She can see the cabin now - a small wooden shelter, well hidden behind bushes, and a whole lot of snow. The window to shoot out of isn't massive - maybe the size of a chair seat, hardly enough to keep out the wind and snow, but large enough to have a good view of her target. She opens the cabin door, and walks in. The cabin is hardly a five-star resort, mostly bare and made from slightly rotted wood, but it'll do the job. Inside the shed is a table leaning against the open window, just the right height for her to lie on and have her rifle poke out the window. No need to start yet, so Liliya takes her binoculars from her bag and takes a look down range. She can just about make out the enemy position through the blizzard and woods - The Finns have dug in, and have erected wooden walls and barricades. Their trench line has the occasional protruding turret with a mounted machine gun, and a handful of ladders are propped against the back wall for if they need to flee. In Liliya's experience however the Finn's don't often need to flee, and even when they ought to they rarely do. But today should be different, today the red army was bringing the big guns. The target itself wasn't massive, but it was a highly strategic point for the Finns - it overlooked the Soviet lines, and had become a real thorn in their side. The men in the trench regularly set up traps for Soviet tanks and supplies, and the reds had lost three tanks and a couple tonnes of food to Finnish mines that week alone. Liliya, deciding she has time before the attack starts, takes out her journal again, and begins to write. 'Today's attack will begin with a light bombing raid, followed by shelling, and finally tanks. The position will be entirely destroyed, command thinks they have ammunition and supplies in their trench. We are ordered to kill every last man we can, to try to scare the Finns into submission. My cabin is well placed to see any men that try to flee, though it is very much bare - a table, a chair, and a bucket. As much as I do not like the bucket, I will have to use it soon. Wait - I hear engines. The bombers are arriving, I better take my spot. My bladder will have to wait.' Liliya climbs on the table and aims her rifle down toward the Finnish position, carefully focusing her scope to get the clearest view. She takes quick stock of what she has on her - Her bag, a canteen of water, a packed lunch, and a small bottle of Vodka she had been given by her sister before she left, which she drinks to calm her nerves. She has a spare six stripper clips for her rifle, and a small Makarov pistol for emergencies, and spare magazines for two more emergencies. She hopes she won't need to use the pistol, or the rifle for that matter. Shooting at fleeing men isn't allowed by the League of Nations, but then again, neither was invading Finland, which had got the Union expelled from the league. Not like the League could really do anything else... Looking back out the window, Liliya catches the bombers fly straight over-head. A squadron of five old Ilyushin's, their roaring engines causing Liliya's cabin to shake as they flew over. Liliya's orders were not to move unless attacked or until the reds had captured the Finn's position. She chambers her rifle and gets ready to shoot, doing her best to ignore her bladder, which has been slowly filling for a while now The Ilyushins reach their target, dropping their payloads as they do. A good three seconds between Liliya seeing the bombs drop and hearing them explode. The raid isn't the most succesful, and the Finn's are quick to respond with their anti-air guns. Liliya watches the guns shoot round after round at the bombers, one being caught with a direct hit in the fuselage, falling flaming behind the Finnish lines. The bombers circle round for a second run, and this time the Finns take down another two, one catching a direct hit in it's left engine, the other being hit by the first falling bomber. Both planes crash into the forest flaming as the sound catches up to Liliya. The remaining two bombers return to base, thundering again over Liliya's lookout, shaking the table as they do.  Dull thuds from behind the cabin signal the artillery support, a mostly aimless barrage of shells pounds the forest, shredding trees and burning bushes, but without much effect on the Finns in their trench. Liliya doesn't see anyone attempt to flee, and she doesn't expect to, but orders are orders. Orders are keeping her from taking a quick five minute break to pee in the bucket at the end of the room. It's not urgent yet mind, she can hold it.... The shelling lasts a good half hour, but the Finns don't seem bothered, Liliya can just about see a couple of shadows scuttling about their trench as they assess the damage. Liliya shuffles her legs on the table, trying to get in a more comfortable position. Her bladder now is quite full, and every move she makes results in a warm twinge from it, but when she doesn't move she can feel her bladder threaten to empty itself. 'Come now Liliya, you're a grown woman, you can hold it' she says to herself under her breath. Using her right hand to steady her rifle while still being able to fire, she uses her left hand to press on her crotch, supporting her bladder muscles as they hold in a morning's worth of pee.  The Finns are fairly quick to retaliate to the shelling, and a handful of Finish guns in the trench begin to return fire as the Red tanks move in. A line of T-34s charges the Finnish guns, firing in sequence. The guns mostly miss as the tanks bounce viciously against the snowy floor, their rounds going off vaguely around the Finns, while the Finns return fire. As Liliya hears the second line of tanks on the way, one of the Finnish guns scores a direct hit on one of the T-34s, blowing the turret clean off. Liliya feels her bladder twinge again, a mix of fear and shock at seeing the tank taking the hit so badly. What if a Finnish shell hit her? She daren't think about it. Then something happens which Liliya had not expected at all - Ilyushin bombers come from behind the Finnish lines, marked in Finnish colours. This wasn't right, Liliya thinks - The spot can't be this well defended. She begins to shake slightly in fear of what else the Finns could have as the bombers fly toward the Russian lines. Bombs fall from the doors of the plane, blasting snow into the air as they hit, and shattering the occasional tank whenever they score direct hits. Liliya knows for a fact there will be no fighter cover any time soon, no-one knew the Finns would be sending in any reinforcements, never mind bombers. As each bomb hits the ground, each one coming slightly close, Liliya can feel the ground shake, and her bladder twinges each time. The bombs shouldn't be getting so close - perhaps they'd noticed her she thinks, her fear growing. The tanks now have their barrels aimed up, in a feeble attempt to hit the Finnish bombers. Not one shot hits, and stray shells fly around the battlefield, more dangerous than the bombers themselves. *CTHUN* A tank shell cracks as it lands barely thirty feet from Liliya, blasting snow and dust through her window. She shrieks and dives from the table, pushing herself against the wall. As the dust settles she notices a heat growing at her ass, and a warm, familiar smell begins to rise - Liliya has begun wetting herself. 'Nyet, stop, don't do this!' she tells herself urgently, clamping her hand onto her crotch as her pee flows through her pants and begins pooling. Quickly she manages to stop the flow, but not before making a significant wet patch the size of a melon on her ass, and a slight puddle on the floor. Her grey pants turn a much darker colour where they soaked up the stream. Liliya, blushing slightly at her accident, climbs back onto the table, feeling a little better, and a little warmer... The heat from her accident quickly dissipates in the cold air however, and soon Liliya is very aware of an icy damp patch between her thighs. In an effort to keep the patch from touching her, she lies with her legs apart, though this is agony for her bladder. Shivering slightly, Liliya takes aim again, trying to ignore her bladder, not satisfied with just a short leak. The bombers by now are returning to base, and a handful of tanks have been hit, leaving smouldering husks in the snow. With the bombers gone, the Finnish guns kick up again, but this time there are many more, and it dawns on Liliya that the Finns have sent in reinforcements. Liliya realises now she won't need to shoot any fleeing Finns. She can't leave though, as one of the tanks has blown up part of the Finnish barricade, giving Liliya a clear line of fire to a Finnish machine gun nest. The gun sits alone, with no men manning it quite yet, but with the red army about to make another push with infantry this time, she could not allow herself to let the gun out of her sights. Curling her knees and kicking her feet up in the air in an attempt to make holding her bladder a little easier, Liliya focuses on the gun, ready to fire should the need arise. Half an hour passes, and the Soviet attempts to take the position are repelled again and again by the Finns, and Liliya can only watch as tanks and men are lost to Finnish fire. Focusing on the gun nest, Liliya spots some movement - a white blur in the nest appears, what Liliya assumes is a Finn loading the gun. She readies her trigger finger, shaking slightly with anticipation, fear, and a desperate bladder. Now there is only Liliya, the rifle, and the Finnish gun. Liliya breathes slowly, blowing steam out her nose and against the table with each breath, forming a slight frost as it cools until her next breath heats it up again. Another twitch, as adrenaline rushes through her. Another movement from the gun. Not quite enough to justify taking a shot, Liliya waits. She sees a man take ahold of the gun, and before he has a chance to begin firing Liliya takes her shot *gTHAN* The shot pushes the rifle firmly into Liliya's shoulder, the shock causing her to lose a drop of pee into her pants, but the shot finds it's target. Liliya grins in celebration, enjoying the moment as hot bead of piss finds its way down her thigh, settling in between her leg and the table, before slowly cooling, making a cold streak down her thigh, but barely marking the fabric. This slight loss of pee however has an effect on Liliya - her bladder begins hurting quite a bit as she realises how much she has to pee. She glances over to the bucket, then back at the gun nest. More men are in the nest now, trying to pull out the man she hit, while another attempts to mount the gun. Cycling the bolt, Liliya takes another shot *gBANG* Again the rifle pushes into Liliya's shoulder with recoil, and again the shot finds it's target. Again, Liliya looses slight control, this time letting a dribble into her pants, a little more than before, but enough to really feel the heat spread down her. She grins again, though this time more with the satisfaction from the heat than the shot. Perhaps she ought to let out a little more - just to keep warm... Liliya thinks about this for a good moment or two, hesitantly deciding to do so. She relaxes her bladder slightly, feeling the pee as it travels toward the exit, but stopping right before she does, as she reconsiders. 'W-what am I doing? Am I really going to do this?' she asks herself. After some more consideration, she decides the answer is 'yes'. Tentatively, she relaxes again, and she again feels the hot flow of her pee at it moves toward the way out. A gentle, short trickle, as Liliya carefully lets out just enough to feel the heat again, relaxing her slightly as she remains aimed toward the Finnish gun nest. Now the men have caught on to there being a sniper aimed at them, and they decide to fall back. Liliya decides it's best to keep watch, and as her crotch cools down, she decides it's also best to let out another trickle to keep warm Letting her eyelids fall a little as she relaxes, another trickle of pee is let into her pants, joining the damps spot on the table, pushing its way towarwd Liliya's waistline. The trickle is a little longer this time, as Liliya feels herself a little less able to stop. But the warmth is totally worth it she thinks. The battle ahead of her seems to be drawing to a close, as the wind picks up again, making it impossible to march forward or to aim. Liliya remains in place however, just in case the snow dies down. 'A little more' Liliya thinks to herself, as she lets out just a little more to keep her warm. Except this time it's not just a little more, as her bladder decides to squeeze a little tighter of it's own accord, causing Liliya to gasp slightly as she spurts a fair stream into her pants, hearing it splash as it crashes into the fabric of her pants. That wasn't what she'd planned to do - her bladder however planned on carrying on, as before Liliya can realise what she's doing, it squeezes again, and another fair stream shoots into her pants, again splashing as the pee hits the puddle from the first bout. The steam rises quickly, warming the insides of Liliya's thighs, though not as much as the hot pee warms the front. Blushing quite a bit now, Liliya decides to not let any more pee out until she can leave her post. For now, her bladder complies. The heat from the pee quickly dies away again, and Liliya is left lying in a very cold puddle, the length of three bullets lines up, going down her left thigh. She begins shivering in the cold, not helped by her bladder which appears to be drawing the heat from the rest of her body. A nostalgia grows as she remembers the heat from mere seconds ago, and Liliya begins to long for the hot sting of pee once again against her leg. 'J-just a little won't hurt, will it?' she asks herself, denying the reality of her aching bladder being set to burst. 'N-no, I'm sure it won't' she tells herself, lying. And again, Liliya close her eyes gently and begins to relax her bladder. She embraces the heat as her pee travels down her before it leaves, and a trickle begins to fall out of her, mere drops at a time, she hears each one as it taps against the fabric of her pants. Liliya decides to stop for now, just in case she spurts again, but her bladder, again, has a different plan. Liliya, a little worried now, tries forcing her bladder shut, but it doesn't respond, and the trickle turns into a gentle stream, leaking at a steady pace. Clenching her eyes, she tries with all her strength to stem the flow, but to no avail. She moans gently as she tries but her bladder isn't listening. It's time to give up 'Uhwhaa.....' Liliya sighs as she gives up, giving in to her bladder, and she starts to wet herself. The stream slowly pours from out of Liliya, and it pools in her pants where the fabric manages to hold it in for a second, resulting in the pee running down Liliya's right thigh and to her knee, where it begins to pool. The pee that does pass through Liliya's pants pools at her crotch, a gentle steam rising as it does so. Liliya lets herself smile and drops her head against her forearm, as she enjoys the feeling of the spreading heat, as the hot pee begins to travel up between the table and her crotch to her waist. The pee travels this route quickly, and very soon Liliya can feel the hot puddle reach her belly button. She sighs again, gently and through a satisfied smile, and the pee continues to gently spill out of her, and in between her legs. She breathes deeply, letting in the warm smell of pee as it fills the room, accompanying the gentle patter of pee as it hits the fabric of her pants, then soaks through into them and the front of her coat. This is joined by more dripping as pee begins to fall from the table and onto the floor, as the puddle that Liliya lies in spreads over the edges, and up as far as her breasts. He coat soaks in the hot pee as far as halfway up her torso in a mostly uniform pattern, much like her legs, which are both equally soaked and steaming, as pee continues to flow. 'I am wetting myself....I am a grown woman.....and I am wetting myself....'Liliya reminds herself, though this doesn't bother her. 'Maybe I should wet myself more often...' she considers, lost in the moment, embracing the heat from her pee as it soaks into her clothes and warms her skin underneath. She gently opens her eyes as she feels her stream come to an end, a little upset that she can't keep going. Raising her head and looking forward, she notices the blizzard has gotten worse, and appears as if it will do for quite some time. Smiling again as the heat flushes through her, she slides of the table, bringing most of the puddle of pee with her, which falls to the floor with a spatter. Standing up in the cabin, she admires her work. The table itself is slightly water logged, and splattered pee surrounds the table. She looks down herself, noticing her clothes soaked in pee as far as her ankles and as high as her breasts. She gives her bladder one last push, and a shot of golden pee dribbles out of her pants and onto the floor. Where she has stood, the pee that had pooled in her pants travels down, into her boots, soaking into her socks, warming her feet. She wriggles her toes in her boots, hearing the muffled squishing where her pee is soaking in. Steam gently rises from her front as she stands, bringing its scent straight to Liliya, who smiles again as she breathes it in. 'Well' Liliya says to herself, slowly coming back to reality. 'I better get back to base - the battle's over' she says, looking out the window, 'and I'm going to freeze soon if I don't....Oh god, what do I tell them? Sorry I'm so wet commisar, I was busy wetting myself for pleasure? That won't work...I know, I'll say my canteen burst over me when it was hit!' Liliya places her canteen on the table, takes out her pistil and shoots a hole into it. *gTHANG* The shot echoes around the small room, and the water from the canteen spills all over the table. Picking up the canteen and emptying it onto the floor, Liliya watches it splatter and wash away her pee which has settled around the table legs. She's almost sad to see it go. The last few drops fall from the canteen, and as they do Liliya tries to get a couple more drops out of her bladder. Leaning with her back to the wall she pushes on her bladder, harder and harder. 'Hnnn....' she groans under the pressure, and one last spurt flows out and down her leg, landing into her right boot. She relaxes and sighs again, and as she feels her wet chest begin to cool, she decides she ought to hurry back. Putting her shot canteen into her bag, she leaves the cabin and jogs back, cloaked by the blizzard.  By the time Liliya arrives back, after almost an hour, her coat, pants, boots and hat are white with snow. Liliya realises she needn't have worried about anyone noticing a wet patch, considering her coat was going to soak in the snow. Heading back into her own cabin, she closes the door and strips down, and gets changed into some clean clothes. She heads out of her room, leaving her wet pants on the floor. As she looks around she notices the blizzard outside continue. Her commanding officer heads over to tell her that the rest of the days attack is called of because of the weather, and Liliya decides to call it a day Later, as the evening draws later, Liliya in her room, decides to do something she's never done before. Rather than going to the toilet before bed, Liliya decides to have some fun...taking off her clean pants and underwear, and changes back into her wet pants. The cold wet fabric causes her to inhale sharply as it touches her skin, but this doesn't stop her pulling them up. Looking at herself in her mirror, she smiles, and slowly relaxes her bladder again. At first a trickle, but slowly becoming a stream, Liliya pees again into her pants, letting the pale yellow pee pool around her bare feet in her room, warming her pants again. She puts one hand over her crotch, directly against the stream, and lets it flow through her fingers, pooling slightly in her cupped hand, before letting the pale gold liquid splatter to the floor, landing on her foot. Looking at her lower body in the mirror, Liliya wriggles her toes again, letting them splash in the thin puddle on the floor, and moving her other foot around in her pee. She lets her pants drop into the puddle, baring herself in the mirror, letting the hot fabric warm the tops of her bare feet. In the light her wet legs glisten pleasingly. She steps out of her wet pants, pressing them with her feet, pushing the still-warm pee out and through her toes. She changes back into her clean clothes before slumping into bed, closing her eyes and letting her hands wander down as she begins gently rubbing herself, before falling asleep
When You Gotta Go-la in Alola (Pokemon Sun/Moon fanfiction by MasterXploder) (Note: Contains underaged wetting desperation and minor plot spoilers) “No, Nebby, you have to stay in the bag!” “Pew-pe-pew!” argued the cosmically-colored Pokemon. Lillie shook her head, maintaining her frown. “I know it’s not a very comfortable place to be, but you definitely can’t be walking around here. There are too many people who could see you, and if you got lost, we might never find you again.” “Pew pew?” “That’s right.” Lillie put her hand on the zipper of her bag. “I promise I’ll let you back out the instant we’re in a safe place again, okay?” “Pew pewwww.” The little Cosmog sighed like a kid who was just told he couldn’t play with his friends today. “Thank you, Nebby,” said Lillie as she zipped up her bag, leaving enough of it open so its passenger could breathe. With that argument done with, Lillie let out a sigh herself and put her back to the wall of the Malie City Library. Nebby could be quite the handful, but that didn’t stop her from doing her best to look out for it. That was why she made the decision all those months ago to steal Nebby away from that awful place and help it find its way back home. Seeing Pokemon get hurt, especially for no good reason, was one of the worst things in the world, and she wasn’t gonna let anyone else hurt this poor thing. Unfortunately, going on this journey around the island region of Alola only reminded Lillie of her many shortcomings. She was not a Pokemon trainer, which meant she had to rely on her new friends to help keep her and Nebby safe. Even without that, she had a horrible sense of direction and was prone to getting lost. Just looking around at all the buildings and crowds made her feel lost and alone. “Oh, there you are!” Luckily for her, she was not alone on this particular day. “Hmm?” Lillie turned around and found herself face-to-face with Acerola, the captain of the Island Challenge’s Ghost Trial. Well, not quite “face-to-face”, given their difference in height. “Oh, sorry about that. Nebby was getting a little fussy, so I had to step outside and have a quick chat.” “It’s okay. I know how rowdy Pokemon can get when they’re bored,” said the purple-headed girl. “I’m just glad you didn’t wander off too far. Can’t have you disappearing on me before I can take you shopping, can I?” She giggled a little bit, her smile akin to that of an Alolan Persian, just without the hidden malice. Lillie found herself smiling a little bit as well. “Yeah. I have to admit, I haven’t gone on a shopping spree before. I’m a little nervous, actually.” “Aw, there’s no need to worry. You just go to a lot of stores and try on their outfits. If there’s something you really like, you buy it. That’s all there is to it.” To this, Lillie looked down towards the ground. “I know, it’s just that I’ve never picked out an outfit for myself. My mother always took care of that for me.” She felt a small, internal pang of emotion as the word “mother” left her lips. “Well, that’s why I'll be there with you, so we only get the outfits that fit you best.” Acerola’s purple eyes moved up and down Lillie, making her face turn a little red. “But I have to say, your mother knew how to pick out the right clothes for you. We might have some trouble finding something better than that.” “Um, th-thank you,” mumbled Lillie. Somehow, she found herself looking over Acerola’s patchwork gown as well. “And, um, your clothes look really good on you, too. Where did you find it, if you don’t mind me asking?” Acerola giggled again. “Why, thank you! This was actually made for me.” She grabbed her dress and twirled around, giving Lillie a better view. “I used to have a doll who wore a dress just like this one. I loved it so much, my Uncle Nanu had someone make its outfit for me so I could look just like it!” “You’d better like it, too. That dress cost me an arm and a leg to make.” Lillie and Acerola both looked over to the source of the gruff voice. An older-looking man with a grumpy expression walked up to them, carrying what looked like a bag of food and some drinks. “Uncle Nanu, there you are!” said Acerola, “I was starting to worry you got lost.” “Don’t blame me, blame the restaurant,” said Nanu. “Their cooks had to have been twiddlin’ their thumbs or something, there’s no other reason why malasada should take so long to make.” He looked over to Lillie with his red eyes, giving her a slight sense of discomfort. “So this is Lillie, I take it? Name’s Nanu.” “Uh, h-hi. I’m Lillie. It’s nice to meet you,” she replied. “And I think it was really nice of you to do that for your niece.” “Heh, that was more for my sanity than anything else,” said Nanu. He glanced at Acerola and continued. “As I recall, it was the only thing that would make a certain somebody stop bawling their eyes out when they lost their favorite doll on a ferry trip.” “Uncle! You didn’t have to tell her that!” said Acerola, her cheeks bright red with embarrassment. To this, Nanu gave a small smirk. “I figured it was a fair trade. You rope me along for some shopping spree, which I still can’t figure out how you managed, and I say something to embarrass you in return.” “You can be so mean sometimes, you know that?” Acerola made a pouty face and put her hands on her hips. Nanu chuckled and said “Anyway, I brought you the food you asked for. Made sure it was how you both wanted it.” He handed the bag over to Acerola. “Oh, thank you,” she replied, her pout falling away. She opened the bag and reached in, pulling out a piece of fried dough. “Here you go, Lillie. Can’t shop on an empty stomach, you know!” “R-right. Thank you, again.” Lillie took the malasada and lifted it up to her mouth. Truthfully, she wasn’t all that hungry, but it smelled nice, and she wasn’t going to say no to someone when they were so generous as to give her food. She bit down on half of the treat and chewed. It was pleasant at first, but suddenly she felt an intense heat in her mouth. Her eyes watered and opened real wide while her face turned red. “Lillie?” asked a concerned Acerola. “Aah! Hot! Hot! So hot!” Lillie yelled with her eyes shut. She panted and fanned her open mouth with her hand, but it did little to quell the heat. “Uh oh, looks like she got one of my spicy malasadas by mistake,” said Nanu in a tone just above his normal don’t-give-a-darn voice. Springing into action, Acerola grabbed one of the drinks from the tray and handed it to Lillie. “Here, drink this!” she said. Lillie wasted no time in grabbing the drink and sucking it contents through the straw. The cooling taste of sweet Roserade Tea filled her mouth, helping to bring the heat down to tolerable levels. It felt so nice that she couldn't stop drinking even if she wanted to. By the time she stopped, more than half the tea was gone. “Aaah… that’s better,” Lillie said when she finally pulled the straw away. There was still a lingering spice in her mouth, but she could deal with it now. “I’m so sorry, Lillie,” said a frowning Acerola, “I didn’t know Uncle Nanu got those super-spicy ones.” “Yeah, probably should’ve mentioned that.” Nanu rubbed the back of his head. “It’s… it’s okay,” said Lillie, “Everybody makes mistakes, right?” I know I’ve made more than a few since I came to Alola. “So you’re not mad at us?” asked Acerola. “No, not at all.” Lillie smiled. “Phew, that’s a relief! I didn’t want to lose a new friend so soon,” said Acerola, finding her smile again. “Okay, I think we’ve had enough small talk,” interjected Nanu, “Let’s get this over with so I can get back to keeping an eye on those numskulls in Po Town.” At this, Acerola’s eyes grew brighter. “Right! Come on, Lillie, I’ll take you to the best stores I know!” She reached out and grabbed Lillie’s free hand, making the blonde blush. “Oh! O-okay then,” said Lillie as Acerola pulled her towards the shopping district. Nanu simply shook his head and followed behind them. *** I don’t know if I like shopping for clothes, thought Lillie. There were so many different kinds of dresses to pick from, and she had no idea if any of them looked good on her. Acerola’s guidance helped her a good deal, but she had still not found anything she felt confident enough to pay for. Then there was the whole process of trying on the outfits, which meant changing in and out of them. Having to strip to her underwear in public, even in a changing booth where no one could see her, was rather embarrassing. Yet as she stood in another booth putting on another dress, her mind was not on shopping or the embarrassment of being not-really naked in not-quite public. Instead, she was focused on another problem. There was a discomfort in her that had been growing for a while now. It wasn’t in her mouth, the spiciness had faded to where she barely noticed it. This discomfort was located further south, between her legs to be specific. Truthfully, Lillie first felt it a little bit when she was in the Library with her trainer friend, but it was hardly a problem then, just the littlest indication that she would need a pit stop before long. Even after leaving to go shopping, it was still not bad enough to be a constant thought in her mind. However, all that tea she drank to get rid of the spice had been making its way through her body, filling her bladder quicker than she anticipated. Lillie rubbed her legs together while she adjusted her newest dress, a white shirt and skirt ensemble with blue trimming and a pink backpack. Looking in the mirror, she was surprised by the pretty girl who looked back at her, but also embarrassed at how obvious her need for a bathroom was. I definitely can’t let them see me like this, she thought as she stood up straight and took a deep breath. As a rather timid girl in a new world, Lillie wasn’t the most confident when it came to announcing her need for a bathroom. It was much easier when she was alone, as anyone she ran into in the girl’s room was just a stranger she would probably never see again. But with friends, she would have to deal with the awkward fact that they knew she was on the toilet doing her business before and after the fact. That was not going to happen. Lillie shook her head and breathed deeply as she turned towards the curtain. I’ll have to wait until this shopping trip is over. Hopefully, it’s not too much longer. Lillie parted the curtain and stepped out into the main store. She saw Acerola and Nanu chatting to each other, the latter sitting down next to a pile of bags and boxes from other stores, all belonging to the trial captain. Only when she stepped towards them did they drop their conversation and look at her. “Wow!” gasped Acerola, “That looks really good on you, Lillie.” “Y-you think so?” asked a bashful Lillie. Acerola nodded and said “Yup! Go on, show us the whole thing!” Lillie nodded and slowly turned around, her movements stiffer than usual. I hope they don't notice that, she thought. “Um, how does it look?” “I think it’s the best thing you’ve tried on so far.” Acerola turned to Nanu. “What do you think?” Nanu shrugged. “Same as the other ones. I don’t care what you wear as long as it’s the last thing you try on.” “Oh, you!” Acerola turned back to Lillie and put a hand on her chin. “Hmm, you know what? I think it might be a good idea if you got a new hairstyle to go with these new clothes.” “A new hairstyle?” Come to think of it, she had never experimented with her hair that much. Her current style was the same one she had since she was a little girl. “I… guess it’s worth trying something new with it.” As long as I don’t have to dye it. “Guess we can add the salon to the list of places to visit today!” chuckled Acerola, eliciting a small groan from Nanu. Lillie was better at hiding her displeasure, but she still whimpered a little in her throat. Hair salons were yet another thing on Lillie’s list of places she had never been, but even then she knew that hair care, especially with as much as hers, took a long while. I don’t know if I can hold it in for that long, she worried. “Um, Lillie?” “Y-yes?” Lillie realized she had zoned out for a few seconds. I hope I didn’t miss anything. “Are you okay? You’re a little fidgety,” said Acerola. Only now did Lillie notice her bouncing foot, which she immediately halted. Oh no, is she catching on!? “A-am I? I-I guess I’m not used to being looked over this much.” She forced a smile. “Yeah, it can be a little uncomfortable if you’re not used to it.” Acerola closed her eyes and lowered her head a little bit, as if lost in thought. A couple seconds later, she gasped and opened her eyes as if she had just remembered something important and, to Lillie’s imagination, a little worrisome. “Something wrong?” asked Lillie. “N-no, there isn’t!” Acerola shook her head. “I just, um, had an idea! How about we take a break and visit Malie Garden? A little downtime in the sun might be just what we need after all this shopping.” Malie Garden? That park next to the Ferry Terminal? Lillie recalled passing by it when she first arrived in town. She didn’t go in because it had wild Pokemon and trainers, but it looked nice from the outside. Maybe they have a bathroom I can use? It’s a public park, I’m sure I can find a way to slip inside one while no one’s looking. “I think that’s a good idea.” Lillie smiled. “I’ve been wanting to take a walk around there, I was just worried about the wild Pokemon inside.” “You don’t have to worry, Lillie,” said Acerola, “Uncle Nanu and I won’t let anything happen to you on our watch, right, Uncle?” Nanu shrugged again. “She won’t. I might just take a nap while we’re there.” “I guess that works, too,” said Acerola, scratching her cheek. “Okay, I’ll get out of this dress and pay for it, then we can be on our way,” said Lillie. “You’re really buying it? That’s wonderful!” Acerola twirled around in happiness. “I knew we’d find something for you!” “Don’t take too long, I might just fall asleep right here,” said a smirking Nanu. I certainly don’t plan on it, Lillie thought while she stepped back into the booth. *** The walk to the park took longer than Lillie expected. There was the distance and traffic to deal with for sure, but it also seemed like Acerola was walking a little slower than normal. She was probably just a little worn out from the shopping, or maybe Lillie was imagining things. Either way, it didn’t help make the time go by quicker or the pressure in her bladder any weaker. She was thankful both Acerola and Nanu were walking ahead of her because she had a hard time walking straight now. Every so often, her hand would find its way below her stomach to help ease the pressure, but it would immediately come off if she thought someone might be looking at her. I really need to do something about this soon, she thought, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it in. “Here we are!” declared Acerola. Lillie snapped out of her thoughts and looked ahead. Sure enough, there was the Malie Garden, an elaborate park full of golden, Johto-inspired bridges, pavilions, and other structures. Unfortunately, it was also host to several streams, so there was a sound of running water throughout the park, making Lillie subconsciously brings her legs together again. “Finally. Maybe now I can put down all this junk,” said Nanu from behind the boxes and bags he carried. This place might be my only chance, thought Lillie as she looked around for anything that resembled a restroom. If I can just slip away from these two while they’re distracted with something… “That’s a good idea, Nanu,” said Acerola “How about you find us a nice spot to rest? I’d like to take Lillie somewhere with me first, so we’ll catch up with you later.” “T-take me somewhere?” Lillie said louder than she wanted. Her bladder gave off a sharper signal in protest. Nanu shrugged as best as he could. “Whatever,” he said as he walked off ahead of them. As soon as he was out of earshot, Acerola turned to Lillie and asked “Could you please follow me, Lillie?” “Um, where to?” asked Lillie. Acerola looked around for a second. “Well, I didn’t want to say this in front of Uncle Nanu, but…” She leaned in and whispered to Lillie. “I really need to use the little captain’s room.” She needs to go, too? Lillie didn't know what to say, the only thing on her mind being her own strong urge to pee. “Please, Lillie?” Acerola spoke with a concerned expression. “This park has wild Pokemon and trainers that like to jump on people walking alone. I could handle them just fine, but I don’t know if I could still make it in time.” This isn’t good. If we both walk to the bathroom, there’s no way I can go without her knowing, thought Lillie. She looked at Acerola and noticed she was lightly bouncing and whimpering. But she needs my help, and it wouldn’t be right if I abandoned her to the same fate I’m trying to avoid. “Okay, I’ll come with you,” said Lillie. “Thank you so much!” smiled Acerola. “I know just where the restroom is. Please stay close to me!” Acerola turned and started in the direction of the presumed toilets, her walking undoubtedly slower and more rigid. I’ll just have to find another way, somehow, Lillie decided as she walked behind the desperate captain. Before too long, they reached the restrooms without any surprise encounters. It looked well-maintained from the outside with no doors leading in, just two passages that snaked around to hide the stalls from outside view. Acerola turned to Lillie, her hand now holding between her legs, and said “Wait here, I’ll just be a minute!” before heading into the passage to the girl’s room. Lillie stood outside with her back against the building’s wall biting her lip in worry. Being so close to a toilet was only making her need worse; she was now holding herself regardless if anyone was watching her or not. Her desire to pee made her think of Acerola inside. For a brief moment, her mind conjured an image of the trial captain sitting upright on the toilet, panties pulled past her knees, feet turned inward, her mouth wide open in relief as the sound of water splashing rang throughout the stall. What I wouldn’t give to be in her sandals right now… “Eep!” whimpered Lillie as a particularly strong wave hit her, making her buckle. She shook her head and looked around, realizing she probably appeared very odd right now. Why am I even doing this to myself? she pondered. There’s a bathroom right here, and I’m too embarrassed to use it. Acerola even confessed to me that she needed to go, that means it’s okay for me to say the same thing, right? While she debated, a bright light from above suddenly hit Lillie’s eyes, forcing her to put a hand up. “What was that?” she wondered as she looked up to the sky. A green light flew across the sky, heading off in the direction of one of Ula’Ula’s mountains. Lillie stood there in wonder. “Was that… a Guardian Spirit?” “Pew pew!” All of a sudden, Lillie’s bag jerked to the side, its zipper coming undone. Nebby jumped out and frantically looked up, running in the general direction of the light. “What the!? No, Nebby, come back!” Lillie shouted once she recovered from the surprise. Without thinking, she chased after Nebby as it ran deeper into the park. Lillie wasn’t sure how long she ran or even where she was going, but at some point, she saw Nebby run into what looked like a grove of bushes and weeds tall enough to obscure a person of her stature. I guess they leave this unkempt for trainers. She stopped just short of the grove and slowly reached a hand out, delicately pulling away a weed. Oh, please don’t let there be any scary Pokemon in here. “Skarrrr!” “Pew! Pew!” Lillie’s heart felt like it jumped into her throat. Oh no! Nebby’s in trouble! With no time to be careful, she ran straight into the grove. Once the bushes cleared away, Lillie was treated to a horrifying sight. A frightened Nebby was backed into a tree while an angry-looking Skarmory crept towards it, its intentions more than obvious. Were she alone, Lillie would have tried to quietly creep away, praying the Skarmory wouldn’t notice her. But with Nebby in trouble, self-preservation was the last thing on her mind as she dashed to the Cosmog’s side, getting down on her knees and cradling it in her arms. “Pew!?” “It’s okay, I’ve got you!” Lillie smiled at Nebby. Just knowing her Pokemon was safe in her arms again put her at ease, at least until another cry of “Skarr!” snapped her out of it. She looked back at the Skarmory and saw that it had not backed off from her surprise appearance. If anything, it looked even angrier, especially now that its glare was on both her and Nebby. What am I gonna do now!? Lillie’s mind raced with this thought while the Skarmory stepped closer and closer. She had no Pokemon to throw out that could battle the beast and keep them safe. Nebby had its special powers, but they would always hurt him, and she definitely didn’t want that. Running was certainly out of the option. If only there was some other way to repel this bird… Repel? That’s it! Moving as fast as she could, Lillie reached into her bag and pulled out a spray can with the words “Max Repel” on it. Meanwhile, the Skarmory had decided it was done playing around, and gave one last cry before charging at the two. Lillie fumbled with the can until the cover popped off. Right as the Skarmory was about to leap at them, she aimed the can and cried out as she pushed down on the nozzle. A gas sprayed from the can directly into the Skarmory’s face. It came to a sudden halt and reeled in disgust, flailing about and coughing up a lung. It turned around and took into the air, flying as far away as it could get. It took half a minute before Lillie decided the Skarmory was not coming back. She looked down at Nebby, who was still curled up next to her. “P-pew?” “I think we’re safe now. That mean Pokemon flew away,” said Lillie. “Pew?” Nebby looked up at her with a frown. To this, Lillie shook her head. “No, Nebby, I’m not mad at you. I’m just glad you’re okay.” “Pew pew.” Lillie sighed as she stood back up, carrying Nebby in her arms. “I know you want to see the guardian spirits, Nebby, and I’ll take you to them if I can, but you have to stay with me so we can get you there safely, understand?” “Pewwww,” sighed Nebby. “Don’t worry.” Lillie set Nebby down in her bag. “We’ll get there someday. Now come on, let’s get out of here before something else finds us.” “Pew pew!” said the Pokemon as the bag zipped back up. With that incident over with, Lillie started to relax again. At least Nebby’s safe again. Now if I could get out of here and- “Aaah!” Whatever Lillie thought she needed to do, her bladder thought otherwise. Now that the adrenaline from their encounter was wearing off, her urge to pee came roaring back worse than ever. She doubled over and grabbed herself with both hands as the wave of desperation rocked her body. Every last bit of strength she had left went into keeping her urine from leaking out. I’m running out of time! If I don’t do something quick, it’s gonna come out! Lillie looked around herself in a panic, making the scary realization that she had no idea where she was. She was so focused on catching Nebby that she didn’t pay attention to her surroundings during the chase, and she knew that trying to find her way back to the bathrooms would only get her more lost. She let out a whimper as she accepted the fact that making back to the toilets in time was just not possible. On the other hand, Lillie also noted that the bushes and trees in this little grove provided ample cover for her. That, coupled with the fact that she was seemingly the only person here, left her with a very obvious solution. I guess I have no choice now, Lillie thought, audibly swallowing. I… I have to do it out here. Taking one last look to confirm her solitude, Lillie reached her hands underneath her dress and grabbed her underwear. She paused to take a breath before slowly pulling them down, revealing them to be a plain, white color, while she slightly bent at the knees. This is really happening. I’m really gonna go in public... “Lillie?” Lillie gasped and pulled her panties back up. She spun around and saw, to her horror, a concerned Acerola emerging from the bushes. No, how!? Why now!? “Are you okay? I heard shouting and I saw that Pokemon flying away. Did you find Nebby?” asked Acerola. Lillie tried to straighten herself up, putting her hands at her sides. “Um, uh… yes, I got hi-aah!” Unfortunately, those few moments when Lillie had her underwear down was all the signal her bladder needed. She immediately felt a warm, wet sensation downstairs, and the faint noise of something hitting the ground beneath her. Her hands shot to her crotch and her legs snapped together in one last desperate attempt to hold on and preserve the last bit of dignity she had. “P-please, no,” she begged her body, but it wasn’t enough. It kept coming out, no matter how hard she pressed down or how much she prayed. Her bladder had simply had enough; the accident she feared would happen did, and right in front of her new friend. If anything, her attempts to prevent her wetting only made it worse. If she had simply stood there and peed through her panties, much of the stream would have gone straight onto the ground, leaving only a few parts of her wet. Instead, her pee now went through her hands and down her legs, getting the warm, smelly, lightly-tinted liquid all over her lower body. Dark trails formed on her knee-high socks as the urine went all the way into her shoes, soaking her feet in the process. Despite all this, a good amount still fell from her groin and legs, creating a light pitter-patter on the ground. “Oh no!” said Acerola, her cheeks turning just as red as Lillie’s. “Did… did you need to go all this time?” “I… I…” Lillie tried to speak, but no words would come out. What could she even say that would help her now? She was peeing her panties like a toddler with someone there to witness the whole thing. Her attempt at holding it and preserving her modesty as well as her belief that maybe, just maybe, this journey would help her grow into a better person, was a complete failure. Rather than speaking, Lillie did the only thing that made sense. She lowered her head so her hat hid her eyes, and started sobbing. The drops of urine hitting the ground were soon joined by the drops of her tears. “Oh, please don’t cry!” Acerola stepped forward with a hand reached out. “It’s okay, you’re okay. It’s nothing a quick wash can’t fix!” But Acerola was wrong, Lilly thought. Her clothes might be fixed with a wash, but there was no fixing her. What am I doing here? How could Nebby ever be safe if its protector is some silly girl that wets herself? What would I have even done if that Pokemon didn’t run away? Her self-deprecating deafened her to whatever attempts Acerola made to calm her down. She just wanted to disappear forever, pretend it was all a really bad dream her mother was going to wake her out of real soon, even if it turned out she was wetting the bed. Anything would be better than this. “Aah!” By some miracle, Lillie was able to hear Acerola’s gasp through her crying. She looked up through tear-muddled eyes at the trial captain’s agape mouth. “W-what’s wrong?” Lillie said between sniffs. To her surprise, Acerola simply closed her eyes, smiled, and said “Oops!” Lillie stood confused at what Acerola meant until she heard a noise that she had never wanted to hear again, only this time not directly beneath her. Could she… no, she couldn’t! But a look downward only confirmed Lillie’s suspicion. A broken stream of yellow fell from under Acerola’s dress, hitting the ground with a similar piddling sound to Lillie’s. A couple seconds later, the stream was joined by a thin trail running down both of her legs and onto her sandal-wearing feet. “I guess I couldn’t hold it anymore, either,” said Acerola, her voice as chipper as ever. Lillie didn’t have the slightest idea how to respond. Not only had she just wet herself in front of a trial captain, but that same captain was doing the same to her? This had to have been one of the strangest thing to happen to her since she came to Alola, and that list included a good deal of strange things. As she watched Acerola have her accident, something occurred to Lillie that she felt needed bringing up. “Um, did you not, er, use the bathroom before?” she asked. Acerola shook her head. “No, there was a line inside, and then I heard you shouting about Nebby outside. I tried to catch you, but you already left.” Then that means… Lillie lowered her head and said “I’m so sorry, Acerola.” “Hmm? What for?” “It’s my fault that you, um, didn’t make it,” said Lillie. “If I hadn’t lost Nebby, you would still be in the bathroom.” “Aw, don’t blame yourself,” said Acerola, “You didn’t know Nebby would run off like that. Besides, I should have said something back when we were still shopping. I guess I was just a little too embarrassed to say that to a new friend.” Acerola’s feet turned a little toward each other in a display of bashfulness, the subtle motion sending a few drops onto them. She was embarrassed too? A trial captain like her? Lillie looked back up at Acerola. For someone in the middle of wetting herself, she didn’t seem too bothered by it. Aside from the blush on her face, Acerola couldn’t look more relaxed, with her hands behind her back and legs spread apart while she hummed lightly to herself, all while her lower body grew ever wetter. “I should have said something, too,” Lillie realized, glancing down at her own mess. Looking back on it, it was so silly of her to be so shy about it. “I guess we both had a lesson to learn, huh?” “Yup,” nodded Acerola, “and I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna be more open about my needs now.” “Me too,” replied Lillie. For the first time since her accident, she allowed herself to smile. “That’s more like it!” Acerola giggled. For reasons even she wasn’t sure of, Lillie found herself laughing right along with Acerola, helping her feel a little better about her accident. They chuckled for a good while, neither of them noticing their streams growing weaker. By the time they stopped, so did their pee entirely. “Phew, that’s much better!” Acerola glanced down with a smile at her wet legs. “Well, at least my bladder feels better.” “Y-yeah,” said Lillie, looking down at her legs as well. Now that she had calmed down, she could assess the damage down there, and it wasn’t good. Her socks and shoes were soaked, and even the front of her skirt got wet from being pressed into her groin. Her underwear was very likely stained as well, but she wasn’t about to look with someone watching her. Acerola got off pretty easy in comparison, with only her panties and sandals getting wet. “But what are we going to do now? I can’t go walking around like this,” she said, feeling her worry coming back. “Hee hee, that won’t be a problem,” said Acerola, “You picked a good place to have an accident. There’s a spot close by with a stream we can wash our clothes in. I’ve never seen anyone else there before, so we have a good chance of being by ourselves.” “R-really?” Lillie smiled. It sounded almost too good to be true. “Yup, we’ll just clean ourselves up and head back to Uncle Nanu, and nobody will be the wiser.” Acerola looked down at Lillie’s legs. “But, um, you’ll probably have to go barefoot until your shoes dry out. Will that be okay?” “Um, I guess so,” replied Lillie. I guess it’s better than walking around in pee-soaked footwear. “Alright! Now come on, let’s get ourselves cleaned up so we can keep enjoying our day.” Acerola walked up and grabbed Lillie by the hand. “Oh, but my hands…!” Lillie started to say, remembering just how wet they got as well. However, Acerola didn’t seem to mind it at all given how she was humming as she led Lillie to the supposed safe place. She really is an interesting girl, huh? Lillie couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something about Acerola that reminded her of her trainer friends and Professor Kukui. They had all been so nice to her even when they had just met, some going so far as to risk their well-being just for her. Knowing she had so many friends to rely on gave Lillie a sense of optimism that she had never felt before, that she had made the right decision to come to Alola. Her travels weren’t over yet, but with everyone looking out for her, she knew she had the strength to continue. Maybe everything is going to turn out okay after all. (Author Note: Happy belated Christmas present! Here's hoping I can keep churning out fics in the new year.)
Surprise, it's a sequel fic! Took me a couple months this time, but I hope it was worth the wait. When You Gotta Go-la in Alola 2: P-Powered Lillie Exeggutor Island had little going for it to anyone who wasn’t a trainer. It was uninhabited by the people of Seafolk Village, so the incredibly long-necked wildlife was free to roam there as it saw fit. Lillie was not a trainer, yet she still had reasons for traveling to this island. Unknown to most, a sacred artifact lay hidden here, one that she absolutely needed if she was to help someone important to her. Despite the importance of her task, Lillie had to admit there was a certain serenity to the island. The gentle ocean waves lapping against the shore and other sounds of nature on such a small islet helped her feel more at ease, something she needed after the tumultuous events she had recently been through. It helped, at least, until the rain started. Lillie sighed as she stared at the downpour from the safety of the cavern. In truth, it wasn’t a cave so much as a large hole in the side of the island, but it gave her a roof over her head, and that’s what really mattered. “Doesn’t look like it’s going to let up anytime soon,” she said. “Yeah, talk about bad timing,” came a voice next to her. Lillie glanced over at her friend Moon, the other girl taking shelter from the rain. Lillie hadn’t noticed until now, but Moon’s outfit also got a bit wet from the rain. Her flower hat drooped from the water weighing it down while the sleeves of her shirt clung to her arms. “We were so close to the end of this island,” continued Moon. “I really thought we would’ve been out of here in like an hour or two.” “Me too,” said Lillie. “I really hope this rain doesn’t ruin the flute. I’d hate if we came all this way for it to not work out.” She frowned at the depressing prospect. “Nah, I’m sure it’ll be fine. It’s a legendary artifact, I doubt it would stop working just because it got a little wet.” Moon stared out at the storm with a concerned look. “Then again, that is a lot of rain.” “Yeah, I know.” Lillie joined her friend in looking outside. “This might sound silly, but I was hoping that the rain would stop when I got done with my speech for you.” Moon’s eyes opened up a bit before she broke out in a giggle. “I thought the same thing, too!” “Really?” Lillie laughed in surprise. “It would’ve been so perfect. You finish giving this lovely speech, then the clouds part and a rainbow appears like something out of a movie.” Moon mimicked the clouds separating with her hands as she spoke. As amusing as she found Moon’s demonstration, Lillie felt her face grow warm in embarrassment. “You… really liked my speech, then?” Moon nodded. “It was really good. I don’t think I could come up with anything that good.” “I didn’t make anything up for it,” said Lillie, “All I did was just… say what I felt.” She fidgeted a little in place. “Sounds like you have a good talent for speaking your feelings there.” Not all of them, thought Lillie as an unpleasant sensation ran through her body. Like Moon, Lillie had anticipated their trip to Exeggutor Island to be a short one, leaving them plenty of time left in the day to plan their journey through the rest of Poni Island. That was why she wasn’t too worried when she first felt her need to visit the little girl’s room on the boat ride there. Her urge was minimal back then, one she could easily put aside for a good while. Unfortunately, the rainstorm had dashed any hopes of finding the flute or relieving herself soon, and now all she could do was wait for it pass. Her bladder had been reminding her of how much it objected to this idea since they entered the cave. At first, telling Moon everything that was on her mind sans her need helped her to keep focus on something else and pass the time. She hadn’t expected to be there for so long, however, and the pulses from below her stomach only got worse over time. Then there was the rain itself, the other constant reminder. With the cave providing no other view, she kept looking out at the thousands upon thousands of water drops falling to the ground, landing with an audible splatter and forming muddy puddles in the grass. How she wanted so badly to pull her underwear down and allow her body to add to the symphony of water sights and sounds that bombarded her senses. “Mmm!” Lillie stifled a moan and squeezed her legs together just a little. Just thinking about letting go was making her hold on her bladder weaker. “What was that?” Moon asked. Lillie instantly stood at attention right as Moon glanced back over to her. Oh dear, was that a little too loud? “You alright over there?” Moon cocked her head. “Um, well…” Lillie tried to speak, but the words died in her mouth. Moon might have been the best friend she made since coming to Alola, but the thought of saying she needed to pee was enough to lock up her voice. I can’t tell her that, she’d just say it was gross or something! She wouldn’t be able to help me, either. Lillie looked about the cave, far too small to allow any privacy. Finding a spot out in the rain was also a bad idea, as the downpour would soak every part of her, no doubt giving her a cold and even worse, making her underwear visible through her white dress. Waiting it out was the only choice that made any sense to her. “Earth to Lillie? Everything okay?” A wave of Moon’s hand quickly pulled Lillie out of her thoughts. “It’s fine, there’s nothing to worry about!” Lillie looked Moon straight in the eyes as she spoke louder than intended, making her friend jump back a bit. “Oh! Okay, s-sorry I asked,” said Moon. She looked downwards with eyes like a kid who just got scolded. It didn’t take long for the feeling of guilt to weigh down on Lillie’s mind as much as her urine weighed on her bladder. She wanted to say something to help Moon feel better, but she could never admit something so humiliating. “I guess I was just a little too embarrassed to say that to a friend.” All at once, memories of the incident in Malie Garden filled her mind, standing helpless in front of Acerola as her pee kept flowing out despite her best efforts, soaking her legs in the gross liquid, expecting mockery and disappointment only to witness Acey immediately wet herself in response. The misadventures she went through after Malie City had put it out of her thoughts, only for them to come surging back for another desperate situation, but she especially remembered the declaration she and Acey made together. That’s right. Lillie looked down at her new outfit. I can’t be that shy, timid girl anymore. I’m a Z-Powered Lillie now, and I’m going to face down my insecurities, no matter what! “I’m sorry, Moon. I didn’t mean to yell at you,” said Lillie. Moon did not make eye contact with her. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have pried, that’s all.” “No, it’s not okay.” Lillie shook her head. “You were just worried, and I overreacted. Plus, um… you were right. There is something bothering me.” “There is?” Moon perked up. “What’s wrong?” Now it was Lillie’s turn to avoid eye contact. “Um, well, it’s kind of embarrassing, but I… it’s been awhile since we got here and… what I’m trying to say is…” But she still wasn’t able to say it. The four words she needed, “I have to pee”, were stuck in her throat and refusing to budge, making Moon’s eyebrow rise higher with each awkward second. It’s no use, I just can’t get the words out, thought Lillie while her foot lightly bounced on the ground. Wait! If I can’t say it, then maybe if I… Lillie said nothing else as she looked at Moon. Instead, she put a hand on the spot below her stomach, brought her knees close together, and fidgeted in place. At first, Moon just stared at Lillie’s potty dance, and a moment of worry passed through Lillie’s mind that she was only making herself look silly, but Moon’s eyes lit up soon after. “Oh… Oh! You gotta, er, see a man about a Mudsdale?” As much as it helped her to hold, Lillie stopped her dance and moved her hand away. “Um, y-yes,” she quietly responded. I can’t believe I just did that. Somebody actually knows I need to pee now. She couldn’t see, but she was certain her face was rather pink right now. It didn’t help that Moon was rather quiet about this revelation. Lillie didn’t know if she wanted her to say something else or not. “Wow, you too, huh?” She had not anticipated that line, however. “Wuh-what?” Lillie stood dumbfounded. “You don’t really mean…” At this point, Moon put her knees together and twisted a little bit. “I’ve had to go since before we got off the boat. I didn’t wanna say anything because I thought we’d be out of here soon, but then this rain hit, and, well, you can probably guess how that’s been going.” Wow, just like me. “Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, then.” She probably doesn’t want to think about it, either. “Nah, it’s fine. It means I can start doing this now,” said Moon as her hips rocked back and forth. “Heh heh, I guess so,” said Lillie, her hand subconsciously returning to between her legs. Somehow, just knowing she wasn’t alone in her struggle made the pressure a little more bearable. “I don’t know how much this will help us, though.” Moon looked around the cave. “Well, the rain’s not really giving us any choice.” Lillie’s eyes opened in fear. “W-wait, you don’t mean…” “Yeah,” Moon nodded her head. “We just have to wait it out until the storm passes.” Oh, she just meant that? Lillie sighed internally. “R-right.” With nothing more to say, they returned to watching the rain in the hopes that it would soon pass. No longer needing to hide her predicament, Lillie kept her hand on her groin and her foot bouncing, and she could hear Moon shifting her weight as well. At first, Lillie’s fidgeting did a decent job of keeping her pee at bay. As the minutes dragged on, however, the pressure only grew and grew and her potty dancing only became more frantic. It had felt like hours passed, but couldn’t have been more than thirty or forty minutes, and she was seriously beginning to doubt if they could hold out. “Eep!” “Moon?” Lillie glanced over to her friend and found her hunched over with her eyes shut and her hands holding her groin for dear life. “I just… let out a little bit,” said Moon. “Oh no!” Lillie wasted no time checking on her friend. “Are you gonna be okay?” Moon slowly opened her eyes and looked over at Lillie, her face full of worry. “I don’t know. I-I almost lost it right now.” Oh dear, this is really bad, thought Lillie. They were on the verge of wetting themselves, and still the rain would not go away. Moon looked so worried, Lillie had no doubt she was the type that would break down and cry if she had an accident. Knowing that pain herself, she could never let that happen to someone else, especially not a good friend of hers. “Moon,” Lillie started. “Y-yes?” replied Moon. Her body seemed a little less tense, like the strong urge to pee had passed for now. “I don’t think we’ll be able to wait out the rain.” Moon closed her eyes and sighed. “I think you’re right, but does that mean we have to, you know?” Lillie nodded and gave herself a moment before speaking. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to p-pull our underwear down and go here.” “Ugh, I was afraid you were gonna say that,” said Moon. “I know. I didn’t wanna have to do that, either, but I guess it’s that or…” Lillie didn’t dare think of the alternative. “There’s a problem with that, though.” “A problem?” asked Lillie. Moon nodded. “Y-yeah. This is a little embarrassing, but I have this trouble with, er, letting it out when someone else is nearby.” “You do? But I’ve seen you use the bathroom in the Pokemon Centers and hotels.” “Toilets are… different,” said Moon, “I don’t have trouble with them because you’re supposed to go there, and there are walls for privacy.” She lowered her head. “But when I’m outside, I don’t know, it’s like I just clamp up down there if someone’s near me. You probably think that sounds silly, huh?” “No, not at all,” said a smiling Lillie. “I, um, have my own problems with stage fright like that.” Worse than that, actually. Moon giggled a little bit. “Wow, so we both really have to pee, but we’re too shy to go near each other when that’s our only option. Talk about a bad break.” “I know.” Lillie glanced at the cave around her, which remained as cramped as ever. Was that it, then? If neither of them could just squat and go, did that mean their only choice was to wet themselves and accept it? No, she shook her head, there had to be another way. Z-Powered Lillie would not just give up and have an accident like a timid little girl. Little girl? Wait, what if… “Lillie? What are you thinking about?” asked Moon. “Please tell me it’s a way out of our problem.” “Hmm? Oh!” Lillie snapped out of thoughts. “I, uh, may have just thought of something.” “You did? What is it?” “It’s just that… when I was little, I was really scared of the toilet, and I could never, er, make it come out when I sat on it.” “You couldn’t?” asked Moon, her head tilted slightly in curiosity. “S-so how did you figure out to how to d-do it?” Lillie couldn’t stop herself from glancing away. “Um, one day, my mother told me that if I held her hand when I was on the potty, I would have nothing to be scared of, s-so I took her hand, and…” she looked back at Moon and smiled. “Well, it worked for me.” “So you’re saying that if I tried h-holding your hand, then I might be able to…” Moon’s face turned even redder somehow. “But, then you’d have to be right next to me when I…” “I know,” said Lillie, “but this cave is so small already. Would it make any difference if I was standing a few more feet away?” Moon’s eyes moved from side to side, as if she was searching for an answer. “Um, well… I-I guess it really wouldn’t. Um, do we have to face each other when we do this?” “N-no, absolutely not!” Lillie shook with fervor. “We can have our backs turned. Here, I’ll turn around now.” Lillie spun around to hide the embarrassment on her face, wincing at the urine sloshing around inside her. “S-so, what do you say? We can at least give it a try, right?” There was silence for a few seconds before Lillie’s ears picked up a faint “okay.” “Alright, then.” It was at this moment Lillie realized she didn’t quite know where to go from here. That she was seriously considering this solution seemed unthinkable to her only a few minutes ago. Would anyone really know the proper steps for something like this, she wondered. I guess I could start with the obvious steps? “Okay, we should, um, undress now,” said Lillie. She slowly reached underneath her skirt and grabbed onto the edges of her underwear. Pausing to take one last breath, she pulled them down inch by inch until they were past her knees. Though Moon had said nothing, Lillie could hear the slightest sound of a zipper coming undone and fabric sliding down skin behind her. Knowing there was another person undressing near her made Lillie’s face warm with embarrassment, but a cool breeze blowing in on her lower body quickly reminded her of their pressing matter. “I’m gonna hold my left hand out now. Can you reach it?” asked Lillie as she did just that, doing her best to not look behind her. “Yeah, I can,” she heard Moon reply. Mere moments later, Lillie felt the warmth of a soft hand touching hers, the fingers going between hers and gently closing down. She closed her fingers in response, officially making Moon the first person outside of her family that she had held hands with. Lillie could hardly think straight with all the emotions swirling inside her, but she was a girl on a mission, and she would see it through to the end. “Okay. I guess all that’s left is to s-squat down and, er, wait. You ready?” “A-as ready as I’ll ever be.” Lillie gulped and said “Okay, here we go.” With nothing more to say, Lillie lowered herself to the ground at the pace of a Snorlax waking up from a nap. Even at this slow speed, she felt her hand pulling at Moon’s the lower she went, as if she was having as much trouble. It felt like forever, but eventually Lillie was in position to pee, with Moon joining her shortly afterwards. “Well, here we are,” Moon spoke, “So do we just wait now?” “I guess so,” said Lillie. Thus began the longest and most awkward silence of Lillie’s life. Seconds passed like minutes as she sat there waiting to hear the inevitable sounds of peeing behind and below her. As time marched on, however, Lillie’s doubts only grew stronger. Moon might have confessed to having a shy bladder, but Lillie was not having any luck at starting her flow, either. Her leg muscles burned from fatigue, yet not a single drop had spilled. Was this just a bad idea after all, she wondered. Did they truly have no way out of just wetting their pants and dealing with the humiliation together? Maybe that would not be so bad; seeing Acerola wet herself right as she had her accident helped keep her from crying her eyes out. They were good friends, they could overcome anything together. “Aah!” Just then, Lillie heard her friend gasp and felt her hand being squeezed. Could she have…? Lillie opened her mouth to say something, but stopped as her ears picked up the sound of something hitting the ground behind her. Something wet and small, but also in spurts. “It’s…” Moon whispered. “Moon?” “It’s… coming out,” Moon said a little louder. “It’s actually happening.” “Um, th-that’s good. Just l-let it do its thing, and don’t try to, erm, force it?” said Lillie. That’s good advice, right? But mere seconds after saying that, Lillie heard the piddling noise behind her grow louder, going from regular drops to a consistent spray. A long, drawn-out sigh soon joined the whizzing, and Moon’s hand relaxed its grip on hers. It wasn’t much longer before the smell reached Lillie’s nose, making it twitch like a Buneary’s. She’s doing it, Lillie thought to herself. She’s really overcoming her fear. It might have felt a little strange, but she smiled in that moment, feeling a bit of pride for not only Moon, but herself. Her friend had done nothing but look out for her and inspire her to be a better person, and here Lillie was helping her do the same thing, even if it didn’t come close to matching what Moon had done for her. She could only imagine the relief Moon was feeling now, her fears and worries melting away with each drop hitting the ground, all while her shorts stayed dry and clean. So enamored by this thought, it took a little bit for Lillie to notice that a second whizzing noise had entered her ears. She could feel it as well, but she looked down to confirm anyways. Oh my, Lillie blushed at the sight. Sure enough, a stream of yellow sprayed out from below her skirt, making a puddle in the dirt less than a foot from her shoes. It wasn’t as loud as Moon’s behind her, and certainly not as powerful, Lillie assumed, but it was a healthy stream regardless, one that could only be made by someone close to bursting. That much passing out of her that quickly left a pleasant feeling down below, enough to relax Lillie from the anxiety and embarrassment of her shared pee. Not wanting to just watch herself go, she closed her eyes and hummed in happiness. Not even the awkwardness of hearing Moon enjoying her relief as well, or from being so close to another person while she went could take away the satisfaction. Z-Powered Lillie had triumphed after all. And so, they spent the next minute or so in relative silence broken only by the occasional hum or sigh, forgetting their shyness and simply going with the flow. Moon’s stream was the first to taper off, having been the first to start and the stronger of the two. The noise of her pee faded away until only Lillie’s stream could be heard, which was also losing power. That, too, grew weaker with each passing second until nothing but the littlest of drops were audible. Her well finally run dry, Lillie realized she had nearly forgotten about the girl still holding her hand. “Moon? Are you okay?” Just then, Moon let go of her hand. “Oh! Um, yes, I guess,” Moon replied. “Do you, um, need any tissues?” “That’s fine, I have my own, and I have sanitizer if you want.” Lillie carefully pulled the straps of her backpack until it was in front of her, hearing Moon do the same. The cave returned to silence again as Lillie and Moon spent the next couple minutes making themselves decent. Once they were cleaned up, they finally stood back up and pulled their underwear and shorts back in place. “So, that happened,” said Moon as she rubbed her hands with sanitizer. “Yeah, it did,” Lillie responded while she placed her tissue packet back in her backpack. “I’m sorry that we ended up having to do that together.” “That’s okay. Actually, I’m kinda glad we did that.” “R-really?” Lillie looked over with a raised eyebrow. “Well, maybe not ‘glad’, but that was the first time I’ve ever, you know, done that next to someone since my mom taught me how to go outdoors.” “W-wow.” Lillie scratched her chin. “At least you had more experience than me.” This made Moon stop rubbing her hands in surprise. “Wait, seriously? You’ve never peed together with someone, either? The way you were leading us, I never would’ve guessed that.” “I know, I never thought I would have that in me,” replied Lillie, “But since I met you, I’ve done a lot of things I never thought I’d be able to. You’ve shown me how to be brave enough to do all of this.” “I did?” said a sheepish-looking Moon. “Then I guess you just showed me how to be brave, too. If not for you, I might have kept standing there until I wet my pants.” “I don’t think so.” Lillie shook her head. “You’ve helped Nebby and me out of trouble so many times. I’m sure you would’ve found the courage sooner or later.” “Maybe. Probably around the same time I finally lose control, though.” Moon giggled. “Heh heh, whatever works, I guess,” said Lillie, joining in on the giggling. She had to admit, the last hour had been a rather interesting series of events, going from getting caught in the rain to giving a heartfelt speech to holding and peeing with her best friend, and now they were sharing a laugh in the sunlight. Wait, sunlight? “Moon, look!” Lillie turned towards the outside.  At last, the rain had finally come to a stop and the sun shone brightly over the island once more. “Alright, finally!” Moon practically jumped for joy. “I thought we’d be stuck here all day.” As Lillie stepped out of the cave, she glanced up towards the sky. A big, bright rainbow greeted them, with rays of sunlight shining down upon them. “Hey, looks like we got our rainbow after all!” said Moon. “Sure did.” Lillie looked around in awe.  “Alola really is a beautiful place. I’d love to see more of it when we’re done with our journey.” “Then come on, let’s find this flute and get out of here so we can show you the rest of it!” Moon turned towards a hill and waved Lillie over. As she walked towards Moon, Lillie felt a pleasant warmth in her heart, that as long as she was with Moon, there was nothing they couldn’t accomplish together. She just knew she would see this adventure through to its end. (Author's notes: With thanks to Captain L for proofreading.)
Len and Rin Kagamine were taking a trip to the new amusement park that had just opened up a week earlier. They were both super excited, as it had been as while since they had done anything fun together recently. Both of them has been busy with concerts, and singing new singles that were going to be released. But finally, they had found one day where they were both free. And as Rin said, what better way than to spend it at an amusement park?  "Ah it's hot!" Len yelled.  "Do you have to yell?" Rin asked, narrowing her eyes.  "Well yeah." Len replied. "It's so hot and I've had three drinks already." Rin's eyes widened. "Three drinks already?"  "Isn't that a bit unwise, Len?" Rin asked. "How so?" Len asked.  "Well drinks cost quite a fair bit of money..." Rin replied. "Oh no need to worry! I don't squander my money like a child!" Len replied.  "If you say so..." Rin replied, unassured.   "Len!" Rin tugged on his arm. "I wanna go on in the haunted house! Apparently it's the longest and scariest one that's ever been built! People have even gotten lost in there."  "Ha!" Len scoffed. "I never get scared!"  "We'll see about that!" Rin exclaimed.  The haunted house was unsurprisingly dark, and Rin and Len got through 5 minutes of it without much trouble. They were able to point out all the cheap tricks that the organisation had used to scare people. However, a few minutes later, Len started to feel a slight pain in his bladder. It didn't feel too bad so at first he just ignored it and enjoyed the haunted house with Rin. However, in a space of time he didn't know was two minutes, or ten, he started to get really desperate. As they walked on, the pain got increasingly worse, and Len was worried he was going to lose control any second. He was reluctant to grab himself with Rin right next to him but eventually decided that it was too dark and she wouldn't be able to see.  "Um Rin...?" Len called. "Yeah Len..?" Rin asked. "How much of the haunted house have we seen?" Len asked, his voice wavering a bit. "I don't think we've even hit halfway yet." Rin replied. "Why? Are you scared?" "Absolutely not!" Len stammered.  Rin looked in his direction curiously. "Alright then." Len could feel his three drinks sloshing around in his bladder for every step he took. It ached to walk, but he knew if he stopped, he would never make it out of the haunted house.  "URRGH!" he thought. "Why did I drink so much? Curse this hot weather for making me drink all do that."  When he thought Rin wasn't paying attention, his hand snaked down to his crotch, and squeezed it a little. He gave a sigh of relief, but the relief was short lived because as soon as he let go, his bladder started to hurt more than ever. This caused him to have one hand permanently on his crotch to ease the pain. Unfortunately, he eventually became so desperate that even squeezing his crotch did anything to relieve him.  "Oh!" he thought, with a pained expression. "oh I can't..."  With nothing to ease the ache, Len started to panic, and grabbed his crotch with two hands. Even without easing the pain, he figured he could prevent anything from leaking out.  "Halfway!" Rin yelled out, excitedly, looking at the sign that marked the point. Since the sign was illuminated, Len was forced to take both hands off his crotch, so that Rin wouldn't see. His bladder hurt so much that he couldn't even feel happy for Rin.  "Uh that's great, Rin." he forced a smile at her. She frowned. "Is something wrong?"  "N-no" Len stuttered. Rin noticed that Len was fidgeting an awful lot, and when she realised why, her lips formed a mischievous smile. "OHH! I get it!" she exclaimed. "you need to pee!" Len blushed. "N-no I-" "Yes you do!" Rin insisted, and took two steps towards him.  Len took two steps back. "Please Rin. Not here, please."  She gave an apologetic look, and placed her hands gently on his bladder, which made him squeak slightly.  Rin grinned, and pressed a little bit harder, and Len's voice increased into a whine, and his hands grabbed his crotch, which Rin had to admit it was cute.  Len started to panic as a spurt of urine escaped from his crotch, and it took him all his strength to stem the flow.  Rin took her hands off, took his hands instead. "Come on, Len, let's finish this." "Rin..." he whined gently, but she patted his back lovingly. "Come one Len. You can get through this." Len grimaced. "How long until we get through this?"  Rin considered it for a moment. "One hour." Len started to squirm, not knowing if he'd even make it out without drenching himself in his own piss.  A monster's face suddenly popped out from behind the wall. Len screamed. And the shock made his bladder weak. A spurt escaped from his crotch, and this time, it was even harder to stem the flow. Len grabbed himself and softly massaged his crotch, willing it to stop. Len cursed himself from being frightened from such a simple thing because if he hadn't needed to go to the toilet that badly then he probably wouldn't have been scared by it. Rin turned around when she heard him scream and softly squeezed his hand.  "Rin." he whispered, almost pleading. "I need..." "I know." she said gently, stroking his back. "You need the bathroom."  Len wanted to cry. "I c-can't..." "We're nearly there, Len, alright? You're doing a good job. Just take it easy..."  "No Rin!" he burst out, close to tears, "I really can't."  "You can't do it here, Len" she said softly. "You know that."  "I have to, Rin. I can't hold it." She quieted him by putting a finger on his lips. "Shh. We'll make it out of here, alright? Just a little more."  "Sorry Len."  "Huh?"  Len wasn't paying much attention. All he was doing was trying to keep himself dry, and it was a battle he was losing, little by little.  Since the halfway mark, he'd been unable to stop himself from spurting. So far, he'd been able to keep his shorts relatively dry but each spurt was getting longer, and even harder to control. And every time, he would stop, and try to stem the flow, while Rin went over to him and comforted him.  "Len, I don't know where we are." Rin admitted, going over to him and giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "B-but Rin..." Len's eyes started to water. He really couldn't hold himself anymore, and he was starting to get less certain that he would make it out dry. His bladder hurt immensely, almost as if someone had shot him in the stomach. He held the end of his crotch tight, holding back the storm that he felt inside him.  "You have to try, Len." Rin insisted. "I am trying!" he protested, but another spurt made his way out of his crotch, and he grabbed himself, using all his energy to make it stop.  "Len, let it go." Rin said suddenly. "Huh?"  "You've basically been wetting yourself this whole way so just calm down, relax and let it go." Len blushed at the thought.  "We won't be getting out of here any time soon. If you wet yourself now, then it'll basically be dry by the time we get out." "Rin, I can't..." "Suit yourself."  Len walked along with both hands on his crotch, a few paces behind Rin. He wanted to cry. Never had he felt so embarrassed, or with a need to go to the toilet so badly before. He had to make it out of there and find a toilet, so that he could finally relieve himself. As another spurt made its way out of his crotch, he stopped and kicked himself for the hundredth time for drinking so much. This spurt seemed to be much longer than the other ones, and Len whined as he tried his best to stop it, and finally he did. By now, his boxers were completely soaked, and there was a small wet patch on his shorts. Thankfully, they were still in the darkness of the haunted house so it wasn't as if anyone would notice. Len's eyes lit up when he saw light. Rin looked back at him with a smile and they realised they had finally reached the end. Ignoring the remainder of the "attractions" in the haunted house, Len burst into a sprint which hurt his bladder. His relief was short lived when he smacked into Rin, and fell on top of her. The impact from the fall let out the storm inside him. Urine gushed out from his crotch, and despite grabbing himself he could do nothing to stop it. His held in pee just kept on coming out. Just metres away from the entrance, Len had lost control, right on top of Rin! While it was a relief to finally let go, his cheeks burned, as Rin squirmed under him, obviously not enjoying being soaked by Len's pee.  "Len, stop it!" she squealed as she pushed him off.  He fell on his bottom, and still continued to pee, but this time, all over the haunted house floor. He simply couldn't stop it no matter what he did. The more he tried to hold it back in, the faster it came out, and the more difficult it became to control. After what seemed like hours for both Len and Rin, Len's pee finally trickled down to a dribble and then stopped. Rin glared at him, and then smirked and then started laughing. "BWAHAHAHA. I didn't think you'd actually wet yourself!"  Len blushed, and glared and Rin.  Her face softened as she held out her hand to him. "You didn't really see the haunted house properly did you?" He shook his head in response. "Well we can't go out looking like this... So let's go look through it again properly! And by that time, our clothing will have dried!"  Len nodded shyly. "Thanks Rin." Rin grinned back in the darkness. "No problem."  None of the vocaloids said anything when the two of them arrived back home smelling like pee.  The End.
(( AUTHOR'S NOTE: Unfortunately I really don’t have a title for this at the moment, but hopefully I’ll think of a poetic one later! Anyways, this is my first legit omo fanfic (I've written mini-drabbles that were basically headcanons that turned into little stories, but never a full fic). Also I know some of the desperation/wetting descriptions might be lacking compared to what they could be, but this is going to be multi-chapter and I wanted to save some sensations/sounds, etc. for the future so it isn’t too repetitive and you get fresh comparisons and visuals! I hope you all still enjoy this! 5,005 words! I do have a 2nd and a tentative 3rd chapter planned, so if a character motivation wasn't explained well here, you'll probably find out later! The 2nd chapter will pick up again in the present, fyi! And btw, I also have an omo tumblr, so if you see this fic floating around there, it's me lmao. I won't be giving out the url here though.)) ~~~ CHAPTER 1: How had she let it come to this? Alright, so she knew exactly how, but she wasn’t eager to admit it. She adjusted her casual position leaning against the wall. Just an inch or so of difference, allowing her dark black locks of hair to shift upwards a bit as they were pinned to the surface by her head, her back pressed slightly more firmly to the supporting object. A movement that would go unnoticed by most. A movement that should go unnoticed by most, except that it should also have been noticed by one person after she’d already performed the shifting motion a good twelve times in the last hour. He should have noticed already. He always noticed before. A single shift was just her getting comfortable, nothing for him to show concern over. But two shifts, three if he was waiting to be sure, that was all that had ever been needed for him to understand. It was their own language, a secret code formed from so much time spent reading body language and listening to whispers of secrets only spoken with the trust that came with the darkness of 3 am. But today, their casual signal could have been a flashing neon sign with wailing sirens attached, and he still wouldn’t have noticed. Jade sighed under her breath, as if half hoping she could eliminate the source of her frustration by allowing carbon dioxide to escape her lips. She quickly regretted the action when the exhale caused her stomach to contract though, pursing her lips tightly as she returned to biding her time in silence. The pulsing was driving her crazy, especially after the exhaling had added more pressure to organs that were already sensitive enough, but she didn’t dare clench her legs or cross them. No, she was going to stay still, and casual. She pulled out her phone to appear busy, even if she couldn’t focus enough to scroll through it. Besides, he’d turn his attention to her eventually, and then she could give him the signal and he would come up with an excuse and everything would be fine. She could wait. She had to wait. Her gaze shifted back to the others. Cat was sitting on the floor a few feet in front of her, ‘criss-cross-applesauce’. The same position of the preschoolers the redhead sometimes acted like. She twirled scarlet strands in one hand, giggling as she babbled on about giraffes to Andre and Robbie. The boys were sitting in hard chairs, trying their best to follow her train of thought (although with Cat, it was less like a train, and more like a roller-coaster that broke off halfway up a steep hill). Rex made a wisecrack now and then, sending the girl into more bursts of laughter. Jade couldn’t bring herself to listen for context beyond catching those few snippets, and turned her attention to more important things (as she fought the urge to shift anything that wasn’t mental). And there, in the center of the room, sat Vega. When wasn’t that bitch in the center of things? Always stealing the spotlight, always gathering them like this to help with her problems. Except right now, she was the one with a problem, and Tori was hogging the only one who could help her. Beck had been sitting with her for ages now as the two tried to finish some sort of script assignment. Jade couldn’t remember what, she’d been a bit too preoccupied to pay attention, but it was probably something the idiot could do herself. But her boyfriend was a sweet guy, so of course he hadn’t been able to turn down the request for advice, and so they’d all been hanging out here and attempting to offer ideas while they waited for Tori to finish the damned thing. Tori and Beck had been bouncing ideas back and forth, but apparently none of them were quite right, and so here she stood pressed against the wall struggling to stay still while he paid all of his attention to Vega instead of looking at his girlfriend and the signal she had been trying to give off. Jade bit down hard on her lip again to avoid emitting a groan, a metallic taste bathing her tongue as she did so. At least the colour of her lipstick would render the red invisible. A shadowy black, the colour (or rather, not-colour, as she had learned in art class) she wrapped herself in, the midnight shade that hid all of her secrets. Another insistent pulse reminded her of what her skirt and leggings wouldn’t be able to hide if Beck and Vega didn’t hurry the fuck up. Black could hide lots of things, but it couldn’t hide noises, and the thought of what might reach their ears soon made her own burn red with hot mortification. Despite her resolution earlier, she couldn’t help bringing her legs just a bit closer together. Why was something so damn simple so fucking hard for her? When it came to anything else, she never held back. She was always blunt and to the point, unafraid to give her opinion no matter how unpopular it was, unafraid to speak up about whatever bothered her. It was one of the qualities Beck said he liked about her. But for some reason, the thought of asking to leave, or where to go…hell, even just admitting she had to piss…it was impossible. She’d tried before, several times, but the words always seemed to catch in her throat, stabbing in there like she’d swallowed a pair of her favourite scissors and couldn’t dislodge them. Before the secret signal, having Beck as her saving grace and escape plan…damn, it’d always been a nightmare of holding and waiting and praying she’d make it. Her bladder throbbed more harshly at the memory and she bit back another groan, pressing more tightly against the wall to avoid bouncing slightly. She really shouldn’t be thinking about that shit right now. But it was hard to draw her thoughts away from anything else, especially when the others were such fucking idiots. She couldn’t follow Cat’s conversation with the boys right now for the life of her, and Beck and Tori were too busy. She sure as hell couldn’t think clearly to give them any ideas either. Her eyes wandered to her boyfriend again. His head was down as he scribbled on paper, that beautiful hair waving with the motion. He was too nice for his own good. Maybe that was what had drawn her to him in the first place… ((2 years ago)) 'The Scissoring’. It was her favourite movie, a masterpiece of blood and torture and terror, with deep writing that lingered in a viewer’s mind like cobwebs for days afterwards. She’d been surprised that Beck had agreed to her demand to see it when they were doing a special showing in the local movie theatre. He always tried to play it cool, but she’d learned that evening that scary movies weren’t his favourite. It was their 3rd date, the number that really decided whether a couple was going to become serious or break it off. It had gone pretty damn well actually. The movie had been just as good as the other times she’d seen it on her old dvd. She’d glanced at the handsome boy next to her several times, and he was always paying rapt attention to the film, which pleased her. He was really trying to take an interest in it, to understand the thing she so revered and rambled on about. When he did look away, it was to smile at her, and the love she saw in that smile was enough for her to return it in kind, despite her usual habit of keeping a hateful or at least bored expression on her face at all times. There was just one problem. She’d had to piss like a fucking racehorse. There was no way she’d been able to tell him. She’d been the one who had so insisted they see this movie, so it wasn’t right to leave in the middle of it. Plus, Beck had had his arm around her shoulder the whole time. So she’d tried her best to sit still, chewing her lip in the dark room and keeping her legs crossed as tightly as she could. Thank goodness she never flinched at scary parts of things. Beck, unfortunately, kept getting startled and tugging her closer so that her position shifted to a less comfortable one, or letting out half squeals of fear that shattered her concentration before he tried to cover it with a cough. By the last 30 minutes, it was all she could do not to clutch her crotch as wave after wave of desperation rocked through her swollen abdomen. Her nails dug firmly into the armrests as her legs continued to twist around each other. Why the fuck had she worn a corset?!? It was slicing into her bladder like a knife, making her crotch burn with the aching desire to unleash the flood gathered, pulsing, against fragile dam walls. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! She could have gone before she’d left her house! But she’d been so excited about showing Beck the movie that meant the world to her! She’d spent hours after school digging through her closet picking what to wear, and achieving the perfectly dark look with her makeup to reflect the tone of the film. She’d even prepared all of the facts she’d wanted to share with him about the production and the history and how many crew members had died making it (one actress had gotten her head ripped off by a malfunctioning prop, a piece of trivia that actually caused Beck to gag later when she described it in more detail). Before she’d known it, the boy was knocking on her door, ready to drive her to the theatre. It had been about halfway through the drive when she’d realized her mistake as they hit a pothole, sending a surprise jolt of urgency through her that had made her gasp. Of course, then she’d thought about going at the theatre while he was busy getting concessions, but he’d decided to hold her hand all through the line, so she hadn’t been able to slip away. Besides, the date was going to be fun, so she figured she could wait until afterwards. What a fucking miscalculation that was. She’d drank the soda against her better judgement since he’d paid for it. Wasting it would have been rude, and yeah, her attitude was pretty rude to most people, but she wasn’t that rude. Especially not to Beck. Ohhh was she regretting it now though… “Hey, Earth to Jade!~” Beck’s playful voice snapped her out of her reflections, and she couldn’t help a slight hiss when she jumped and the water balloon inside her protested. “What?!” It had come out sharper than intended, closer to the way she treated their other classmates. Jade felt a slight stab of guilt, but couldn’t quite bring herself to apologize. If Beck was hurt, he didn’t show it. “I was just trying to tell you, the movie was really cool. I see why you love it so much.” Glancing at the screen again, she saw the credits were rolling. Oh thank fuck. She had genuinely enjoyed it, but she was more than ready to leave this seat! Her concerns were forgotten for a moment though as his comments actually registered, a smile creeping onto her pale face. “You really liked it?” She didn’t doubt her impeccable taste in films, but she knew they weren’t everyone’s cup of tea-oh shit don’t think about that right now. She rolled her eyes, trying to get some of her usual sass back. “Well duh, it’s not like I’d take you to see something boring.” Beck chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Ya’ know, technically, I took you, remember? It was my car.” Before she could jokingly tell him to shut up, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and stood, casually holding out his hand to help her up. Still distracted by Beck’s charms, she’d quickly uncrossed her legs and begun to stand, only to stumble slightly as her legs nearly gave out under her. “Ahh, fuck!” She hissed under her breath, trying to regain her balance and stand normally as her knees practically locked together against her will. Shit, fuck, it was absolutely agonizing! The problem she’d momentarily forgotten still needed to be addressed, and it was back with a vengeance! She could swear she could feel every drop of liquid sloshing through her, rushing right to her urethra. It was pulsing and tingling and throbbing, and despite every effort to clench those muscles she couldn’t help the short spurt into her underwear before she managed to regain control. She rocked on her heels slightly, but quickly stopped when Beck placed his hand on her shoulder. “Hey, Jade, are you okay? Why’d you lose your balance?” His voice was calm, but clearly concerned. “Ya’ aren’t dizzy or anything, are you?” He attempted to steady her, but she shrugged his hands off. “I’m fine!” Ugh, there she was, snapping again. She wanted to smile, but could only manage a neutral expression as she nodded, patting his shoulder once to reassure him. “I just, uh, it’s fine. My legs were still asleep from sitting so long, I guess.” she murmured, adjusting her skirt. She hoped he couldn’t see her blush in the dark, still clenching her thighs together. “Okay, if you’re sure you’re fine…” Beck shrugged, starting the walk out of the now deserted theatre room. “Did you just wanna head back home? Or we could go to my RV, if you wanna hang out or something.” Honestly, she wasn’t really listening, struggling to walk as normally as one could in such a dilemma. Oh fuck, the car…there was no way in hell she could make it that long, to either house! She couldn’t piss herself, not in Beck’s car! It’d run all over the seat and drip onto the floor mats and…Just the thought of that happening sent further waves crashing through her bursting bladder, and she bit back a whine as another small leak escaped her tightened muscles, warm liquid teasing her to let the rest out. He loved that car, she couldn’t- “Jade?” She was snapped out of her thoughts again, glancing up from the theatre carpet to realize she’d stopped walking entirely, trembling slightly as her black tight-covered legs stayed locked together. Beck was staring at her as he awaited an answer. A glance behind him revealed they were in the main lobby now, concessions on one end. That meant the restrooms were on the other, behind her. She couldn’t wait until they got home, she had to, she needed to- “Jade! Seriously, are you okay?” Beck stepped back over to her. “You’re super quiet and shaking like a leaf. What’s wrong?” She had to piss she had to piss she had to- another screaming throb forced her to cross her legs. “I, uh…” Idiot! Just spit it out! “Beck, I need to…” Why couldn’t she just say it!?! The words were screaming in her head, but her throat felt stuck! He was waiting, patient despite his concern. Her body was losing its patience though, another leak into her underwear sending jolting panic through her. “I-If you could just wait s-so-” Fuck, if she could just grab herself…She was sweating, every muscle struggling to hang on. She couldn’t do this, she didn’t have time! She needed to run and- She was just parting her legs to turn, but that was the breaking point. Another leak gushed out immediately, stronger than the others as it ran down her left thigh. Her bladder was aching and throbbing so badly that she couldn’t bring herself to run now, torn between the idea to bolt and the instinct to clutch her legs back together to try and stop it. Neither option was going to help now, Jade had soon realized, as the leaks became more frequent, turning into a gentle stream down her legs before shifting into a hissing torrent as her muscles gave up the fight. The brunette couldn’t do anything, frozen like some dumbass deer in headlights as her skirt and leggings were utterly drenched. Her piss splattered and dripped onto the now soggy red carpet below her, soaking her black combat boots. Her breath was coming in hitched pants (and the occasional quiet moan) as her body betrayed her, struggling to deal with the combination of immense relief and the exhaustion from the effort this was taking out of her. While most of her senses were dulled with the numbing experience, she managed to catch snickering or even outright laughter around her from some of the other people in the lobby. “Look at that goth chick over there-” “Holy shit, is she really-” “Mommy, look! That lady is peeing herself! I stopped doing that already because I’m a big girl, remember?” And then there was Beck, standing there slack-jawed and speechless, eyes locked right on her. He was usually so calm and helpful in bad situations! Why couldn’t he hide her, or something!?! After what seemed like an eternity, the last few spurts faltered off. She was empty, at least. But all of these people, and Beck, they'd… She should have barked at them all to fuck off, threatened to injure them and intimidated them like she did to everyone at school. That would’ve shut the bastards up. But she was still so dumbfounded, still half-praying it wasn’t real, just some dream that she’d wake up any minute from. But it wasn’t a dream, it was real. So horrifically real. So she did the only thing she could think of, with her face flushed bright red and her whole body still shaking. She bolted. Whipped around, colourful streaks and brown hair flying as she stumbled past startled theatre-goers on weary legs that still felt like jello. She finally arrived at the girls’ room, shoving the door open, pushing past two girls, and locking herself in one of the stalls, panting. Stupid Stupid Stupid! If she’d just remembered to go back at the house, or slipped away when they first got here, or bolted instead of trying to explain or- “Jade?” Oh no. He wouldn’t. She heard two women squeal loudly from the sinks, but then they started giggling. Probably because they were ogling his hair. Fucking pretty boy. “Pardon me ladies, but I need to talk to my friend. If you’re done with your makeup, would you mind stepping out for a minute?” If it was anyone else, they probably would have screeched for help or pepper sprayed the intruder, and certainly wouldn’t have left her alone in here with him. But it was Beck, so of course they obliged. Thank fuck he wasn’t some kind of murderer or creep, or she’d be dead or worse right now, Jade mused as she heard the giggles grow fainter and the bathroom door shutting. Although, that would actually be preferable. She’d get to wear a nice black dress, and lay in a casket she’d already designed, real artsy and macabre. She could haunt Sinjin and torture him. Oh yeah, and she wouldn’t have to face the fact that she just fucking pissed herself. On a date. With Beck. “Jade?” There was a knock on the stall. “I know you’re in here, can you open the door so we can talk? Please?” “No. Go away Beck.” At least now she could speak without stammering. Even if her voice came out more quietly than she’d have preferred. “Come on Jade, open the door. It’s just me…” “I SAID GO AWAY!” she snapped. There was that bite she wished she’d been able to summon back in the lobby. Why was he still here? She’d made a fool of herself, he should have high-tailed it out of here already! Fuck, it’d probably be all over The Slap too… There was a quiet sigh from the other side of the door. “Alright. You don’t have to open the door, or even talk to me. But just listen, okay Jade? Hear me out.” When she didn’t give an answer, he continued. “Okay…you’re really upset right now, and I get that. I just wanted to say, I’m really sorry. If I had known…I mean, I knew you were acting kind of weird, but if I had realized sooner-” “Stop it, Beck.” she hissed, curling in on herself further from her perch on the toilet lid as she hugged her wet knees to her chest. “Stop what?” The confusion was evident in his voice, and she rolled her eyes, running a hand through her hair. “Taking the blame for everything! Apologizing for shit you had nothing to do with! It was my fucking fault, okay? I’m the one who made a damn idiot out of myself out there, so shut up and fuck off!” she growled. She heard Beck shift, adjusting to lean back against the wall of the restroom. “Jade, it wasn’t your fault.” His voice was calm, but firm. “It happens to all of us at some point in our lives.” “Maybe it happens when we’re fucking three, yeah…” Why was he being so damn nice about this? He should have been disgusted! Maybe it was pity. He was just being a good person, but the second they got out of here he’d be free. He could break it off, pretend this never happened. Just one shitty date, he could hook up with any other bimbo in school. And why wouldn’t he? No one wanted to date someone this pathetic. “It was my fault, Beck. Just drop it. Go on and date some cheerleader. I’ll walk home.” she muttered. She’d aimed for bitter, but it came out a lot shakier as she tried to blink back the tears that had been forming. “I’m not letting you walk home at night, Jade. And why would I date a cheerleader when you’re so lovely and encouraging?” Did he think this was funny?!? “Go jump off a cliff.” “See? That’s what I’m talking about, you’re so sweet.~” When the joke went without response except for a slightly-muffled snivel, he sighed. “Jade, I’m not breaking up with you over something like this. I promise. Can you just come out? Or let me in?” She didn’t want him to see her crying. But honestly, how much weaker could she look after soaking herself? And…she needed some comfort. Even if she deserved the humiliation for being such a wimp. Hesitantly, she stood and unlocked the stall, quickly curling back up on the toilet lid as Beck stepped closer. Ugh, the edges of her skirt were still dripping slightly. “Hey, it’s okay…it’s okay…” he murmured, reaching over to rub her back. “But why didn’t you tell me earlier if you had to go that bad?” Beck added gently, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You know I wouldn’t have been mad or anything, right?” “Of course I know that!” she snapped, but more out of frustration at herself than at him. Her voice lowered at her next statement, cracking occasionally as she struggled against the tears and lump in her throat. “I-I tried to tell you…I wanted to, e-earlier, but…” She’d paused then, ripping off some toilet paper (with much more force than needed) to blow her nose into. “But what?” A question asked calmly, patiently. Beck was never pushy. She appreciated that. “I don’t know…” she mumbled. “I-It’s stupid. I just…I-I can't…I can’t bring that kind of stuff up. Anytime I try, i-it’s like my throat just locks up-” “Like anxiety or something?” “Yeah, kind of…” she mumbled, shifting slightly on her seat. “You know, and don’t tell him I told you this, but Robbie can’t go if anyone’s in the bathroom at all. Is it like that for you too, or-?” She quickly waved his question off, feeling her face heat up with fresh embarrassment. “No! No, nothing like that! Once I get in there it’s fine, it’s just…it’s just the asking and shit…” “Got it.” Beck nodded. “Well, maybe I can help. We could come up with some kind of casual code word or phrase, y'know? So you can let me know without it getting weird for you. And that way if we’re hangin’ out with other people, I could come up with an excuse for you to leave! Like, 'Jade, can you go get this from my locker?’ or 'I need to talk to my girlfriend for a sec in private’, stuff like that. How’s that sound?” She’d been astonished then, about how well he’d taken the whole situation. He hadn’t made fun of her for being too weak to say something everyone else was fine with. He hadn’t told her to suck it up or get over it. Beck had just crouched there, with that calm smile on his face and those gentle eyes that made her feel like, no matter how much the world sucked, everything was still going to be okay. Or, as okay as she liked things to be, because perfect fairy tales were fucking lame. Jade swallowed thickly, nodding and eventually managing a thin smile. “Thank you, Beck…really.” “No problem. So like, do you just want me to take you home so you can shower and change, or?” “Yeah.” She stood gingerly, cringing slightly as the few drops left on her skirt fell to the tile floor. Ugh, her leggings were sticking like hell. Not to mention the cold, clammy feeling all over her lower half. And the slight squelch from what had gotten in her boots. Beck had grimaced in sympathy as he backed out of the stall to let her walk towards the sinks and inspect herself in the mirror. “Oof. Pretty bad, huh?” He ran a hand through his hair, thinking. “Do ya’ think the hand dryer would work?” “Gee, I dunno, why don’t you piss your pants and try it?” The sarcastic remark had shot out before she could think about it as she rolled her eyes. Well, at least that meant Beck had cheered her up. She was back to her biting self. He had only been trying to help though, even if it was a dumb idea. She was drawing a breath to apologize, but then her eyebrows drew closer together as she saw his reflection in the mirror. He had a slightly strained look on his face, blushing hard. “Beck, what’s wro-” Then she saw it, and soon heard it. Slowly, a dark patch was spreading, glistening on his jeans as the florescent lights of the bathroom glared on the liquid. There was faint hissing, stopping and starting in tiny spurts, her boyfriend’s face clenching in concentration as he struggled to force it out. Jade was so shocked she didn’t even know what to say, unable to direct her gaze away from Beck. Was this how he’d felt when he hadn’t done anything in the lobby? Just too dumbfounded to think of doing anything? He finished after another minute or so, panting slightly and bright red in the face. It honestly wasn’t a lot of piss, she noted. Yeah, he definitely couldn’t have lost it accidentally. With the bizarre event over, her tongue managed to work again. “Beck, what the fuck?!?” He smirked, but his hand was running through his hair again, betraying his nerves. “You said for me to try it.” he chuckled, raising his hands in a sort of surrendering gesture. “I WASN’T FUCKING SERIOUS! WHAT THE HELL?” He made his way over to the hand dryer, struggling to find a position to dry his crotch. He almost fell backwards in the process. “Yep, okay, that definitely isn’t gonna work.” he stated, standing back up. He must have seen the look on her face then, because Beck had walked back, leaning down so he was at eye level with her. He’d cupped her face in his hands, close enough for her to smell left over popcorn and soda on his breath. (Which was gross, by the way, and the only reason Jade hadn’t teased him about it in the years since is because he could easily have brought up the rest of the story.) But then he had said something that had meant the world to her then. “I didn’t want you going out like that, feeling alone. If we get mocked, we get mocked together.” “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” But despite her biting tone, there was a genuine smile on her face. She’d leaned over and kissed him on the lips then, although it broke off quickly as she shifted her legs to try and alleviate the itch of her damp tights. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” Beck offered his hand, and she’d taken it tightly as they made their way to the door. They were a hot mess walking through that lobby. Wet outfits, ruffled hair, and her eye makeup in grimy black streaks where some of her tears had messed it up. There were several murmurs and snickers and concerned looks, but Jade was able to ignore them, focusing on the warm hand clasped around hers. She’d pulled away when they got to his car. “We’re gonna ruin your seats…” “Don’t worry about it. I think I’ve got a couple old jackets in the trunk. We can sit on those.” The ride back to her house had been quiet, but not altogether unpleasant. They managed to slip in without incident, and after a couple of showers and changes of clothes (thank fuck Beck had forgotten spare pajama pants at her house that she’d meant to return, even if it would look dumb with his outfit) they’d sat on her bed, finally able to discuss 'The Scissoring’ in detail.
Rejected title: A Desperate Smash 2: Umbran Boogaloo So anyway a while ago I posted this story https://omorashi.org/topic/30051-a-desperate-smash/ and someone posed the idea for a sequel starring Bayonetta. I liked this idea, but for months I had severe writer's block. Now, it's finally here. Enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In New York City, there were plenty of good bars. From high-class establishments to rundown crook havens, there was something for everyone. But only one bar doubled as a portal to the realm of Inferno. This was The Gates of Hell. Bayonetta smiled as she sipped her wine. Simple pleasures like this, she observed, were truly some of the best things in life. Still, nothing got her worked up quite like a good fight. And if things went according to plan, the Umbran Witch would have the brawl of her life before the night was done… She sucked down the last drop and looked over the other patrons of The Gates of Hell. Samus,  galactic bounty hunter. Captain Falcon, famed F-Zero racer. Solid Snake, legendary soldier of fortune. Lucina, princess of Ylisse. And Palutena, goddess of light. Hopefully, one of them would be able to help her... A baritone laugh chased the thoughts from her head. Bayonetta saw Rodin, fallen angel and founder and owner of the bar, surveying the crew she had assembled. “I gotta say,” he chuckled as he handed her another shot, “these are some weird friends you’ve made. And I’ve seen plenty of weird shit in my time.” “Language,” Captain Falcon admonished. It was hard to tell behind his shades, but Bayonetta was pretty sure Rodin rolled his eyes at that. Samus strode over to her and playfully punched her shoulder. “You were right, Bay. This place is the best.” Bayonetta smirked. “Thought I told you not to call me that, Sammy.” She looked at the others finishing their drinks. “Enough pleasure. Time for business.” Bayonetta clapped her hands twice. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she announced. “I suppose you’re all wondering why I brought you here.” She pulled out and unfolded a flyer. Bright colors and capital letters adorned it. 100-MAN SMASH! TONIGHT @ 9:00 ACTION! PRIZES! DANGER! Bring a partner She passed the flyer around. “I do love a good brawl,” she said, “and this sounds simply... smashing.” Snake groaned at the bad pun, but Bayonetta payed him no heed. “I was hoping,” she continued, “that one of you would agree to be my partner for this. Rest assured, I’ll make it worth your while. Do I have any takers?” Samus shook her head. “Sorry, Bayonetta, but I’m busy tonight.” “Me too,” said Captain Falcon. “I’ve got a race to win.” “You know I’m sitting this tournament out,” growled Snake. “I’m just here to watch.” “I cannot fight beside you,” Lucina explained, “because I have a date tonight.” “Same here,” added Palutena. The two women looked at each other and smiled. “Dammit,” said Bayonetta as she set down her wine glass. “It seems I arranged this little tea party for no reason.” She scowled and turned to leave when she heard Palutena speak. “Wait, I just remembered: Pit’s available. I’m sure he’ll help you if you ask.”“Pit?” Bayonetta repeated. She remembered the last time they had clashed. The angel had blushed so hard… The Umbran Witch gave a wicked grin. “Thank you, goddess. I’m not even going to have to ask.” Back in her guest room at the Smash Mansion, Bayonetta stood nude before a full-length mirror. She let out an incantation and her hair wrapped around her figure, forming a skintight  bodysuit. Bayonetta experimented with a few different colors before deciding to stick with basic black. After all, nothing beat the classics. Suitably dressed, she strode down the halls of the mansion to Pit’s room. She rapped her knuckles on the door. “Just a minute!” came the call from inside. The door opened and there stood Pit, clad in his usual white toga. He gulped nervously when he saw who was at his door. “C-can I help you?” “Why, yes,” said Bayonetta seductively, leaning in close. “I need a partner for 100-Man Smash, and I’d just love it if you would join me.” “Okay,” said Pit, backing away. “Just let me grab my gear.” He dashed back into his room. Bayonetta smiled to herself. Poor little angel, she thought. This is going to be fun. As she contemplated what exactly to do with her partner, she felt a small unease in her midsection. She had been so busy preparing that she hadn’t had a chance to relieve herself after all those drinks. Never mind, thought Bayonetta. I can take care of that after the fight. 9:00 finally came and the portal appeared to take the fighters to battle. Bayonetta yawned. “About time,” she said. She leaned in close to Pit, who was looking decidedly nervous. “What’s the matter, scared?” “No,” said Pit, backing away, red in the face. “I just, uh…” Before he could say another word, Bayonetta grabbed him and jumped through the portal. In an instant, the fighters were teleported to the Battlefield stage. Drawing their weapons, they waited for the Fighting Miis to spawn. “There’s one!” cried Pit suddenly, pointing. Sure enough, a Mii had materialized on one of the floating platforms, a blank look on its face. Not emotionless, it literally had no features whatsoever. It drew its sword and dashed for Pit, who was prepared to counterattack when Bayonetta pushed him aside. “Let me handle this,” she chided, preparing one of her Wicked Weave attacks. Hair flew from her bodysuit and formed the colossal fist of Madama Butterfly, pummelling the Mii Fighter. Given that part of her bodysuit formed the attack, quite a bit of Bayonetta’s body was left exposed. This was exactly what she was counting on. She looked to her side and smirked when she saw Pit turn bright red and hastily attempt to stop staring. She laughed out loud when his distraction caused him to take a small blow from a Mii Brawler. It is ever so much fun being a tease, she thought. Still, I suppose I should help him. Bayonetta drew her guns and fired a volley of shots at the Miis who were currently harassing Pit. They didn’t do much damage, but the stun allowed Pit to finish them off, sending them flying into the distance in a flash of light. “T-thanks for that,” said Pit, checking his damage levels. “Don’t rest easy just yet, angel,” warned Bayonetta. “There’s more coming.” Sure enough, more Miis were spawning in to replace their fallen brethren. “You take the left side,” said Bayonetta as she kicked a Mii representation of Waluigi, “and I’ll handle everything over here.” On her command, Pit rushed towards a trio of Miis and sent them sprawling with a swing from his Upperdash Arm. A downward smash attack finished them off. The angel’s got talent, thought Bayonetta as she fought off a seemingly never-ending wave of Miis. She was in the midst of a combo when she felt a pressure building in her bladder. She tried to ignore it but she could feel it getting worse. Come on, she thought, try to think of something else. Think of the battle. Your punches. Your combos. How they flow into one another. Yes… flow… like water… Bayonetta caught her train of thought just in time. She winced as she felt a few drops of urine leak out of her. Try as she might, Bayonetta could deny it any longer: she really had to pee. Worse, it was affecting her combat performance. Her desperation distracted her from her opponents, who kept sneaking hits in. Seeing her damage percentage rising, Bayonetta cleared them out with a Wicked Weave. As she did, another wave of desperation came over her. She quickly crossed her long legs in an attempt to hold back the flood. It was working, but Bayonetta couldn’t very well fight in this position. And she had no doubt she would wet herself if she uncrossed her legs. “Pit!” cried Bayonetta. “I need your help over here!” “I’m on it!” Pit replied. He rushed in and took out one of Bayonetta’s foes with a dash attack, then raised his Guardian Orbitars to shield them from damage. Momentarily safe, he charged up a smash attack as more Miis closed in. With perfect timing, the attack launched just after the barrier fell. Before the Miis could react, Pit’s blades slammed into them and sent them off-stage. “Just one left!” said Pit with relief. Good, thought Bayonetta. Once this battle’s over I can finally take a piss. She backed Pit up with her pistols as the angel slashed at the final opponent. Finally, a smash attack launched the Mii into the distance. “NEW RECORD!”  cried out a jubilant voice from nowhere. “Yes! We did it!” cried Bayonetta. She grabbed Pit and kissed him on the cheek. The angel spluttered and blushed as the witch pulled away and grinned to herself. Mission accomplished, she thought. The fight’s won, I’ve had my fun teasing Pit, and I’ll be able to relieve myself as soon as the portal back appears. Indeed, Bayonetta’s bladder had never felt so full in her life. Her peehole burned as her waters begged to be released. She jammed her hands between her legs as she fidgeted. Where was that damn portal? Seconds ticked by into agonizing minutes and the portal still hadn’t appeared. Bayonetta’s desperation was getting worse and worse. She never thought anyone could have to pee so badly. By now she had progressed past simply holding her crotch and was now bouncing back and forth on the balls of her heels and biting her lip. She wanted nothing more than to relieve her bladder, to let it all out. She- “Hey, are you okay?” Pit interrupted Bayonetta’s thoughts. “You’re dancing around all funny; it’s almost like you have to-” “I’m fine, you annoying little angel,” she snapped; her full bladder making her testy. Without thinking, she took a step away from Pit, uncrossing her legs and thus removing the last thing holding back her urine. Time seemed to slow down as a mortified Bayonetta felt her bladder finally let go. She knew from experience how hard it was to get stains out of her hair-suit and her flood of pee would ruin it completely. There was only one thing for her to do… With a quick incantation, Bayonetta’s suit flew away from her groin, allowing her stream to splatter on the ground. She couldn’t help but moan with relief and pleasure as a powerful torrent of pee flowed out of her. This simple action of relieving herself after so long was probably the most satisfying sensation she had felt in her life. She closed her eyes and listened to the loud hiss of her pee and the splatter as it landed on the ground. After a full minute, Bayonetta’s bladder was finally drained. The last few golden drops fell into the massive puddle of urine between her legs and she wrapped her suit back around her privates. It was then that Bayonetta noticed Pit staring at her, wide-eyed and red-faced. Seeing this, the Umbran Witch turned red as well. While she was used to showing off her body, nobody had watched her relieve herself before. It felt compromising, and she was used to being the one in control. “Like what you saw?” snapped Bayonetta. “I-I, uh, well, I, uh,” Pit spluttered, “I’ve… never seen a lady pee before. I, uh, didn’t think you could hold that much.” It didn’t seem possible, but both he and Bayonetta turned redder at that. Pit crossed his legs beneath his toga. “N-now I need to pee too.” Bayonetta’s eyes lit up. “Aw, does Pit have to piss?” she teased, her confidence returning. “Y-yeah,” the angel admitted as he fidgeted. “I really gotta go!” “Go right ahead,” said Bayonetta. “There’s nobody stopping you.” “I-I can’t go with you watching!” “Oh, come now,” Bayonetta chided, leaning in close and grinning wickedly. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” Pit moaned in desperation, reluctantly lifted his toga and pulled out his penis. He sighed in relief as he peed a high arc off the side of the platform, disappearing into the infinite void below. “My, my, quite impressive,” purred Bayonetta into Pit’s ear, savoring his embarrassment. “I wish I could do it standing up like that.” After a while, Pit’s stream died down. He shook the remaining drops off his penis and turned to Bayonetta. “That was so humiliating,” moaned the angel. “Are you happy now?” “Chin up, cherub,” said Bayonetta. “You saw me piss and I saw you piss; we’re even now.” Behind Pit, she saw the portal finally appear. “And besides,” she continued, “I had fun here. You certainly know how to show a lady a good time. Here’s a little token of my appreciation.” Bayonetta  kissed Pit again, a real kiss this time, long and hard on the mouth. “Let’s do it again sometime,” she whispered in his ear as she pulled away. Pit looked as if he was about to faint. Chuckling to herself, Bayonetta strode through the portal. It is ever so much fun being a tease. (The end, hope you all enjoyed, sorry it took so long and Happy New Year!)
AN: It's been a long while since I posted anything, but I've been in a Jojo mood lately and I figured there could be some really interesting things I could do with omorashi and stands. There's no depseration or wetting in the prologue, unfortunately. This merely sets up the main characters and the story. I'll be uploading the next chapter very shortly, and that one will contain desperation, because there's not much point in posting an omorashi story with no omorashi in it. P.S. See end of each chapter for musical references. Prologue: Sugimoto ArisuMorioh Town. Population, 58,741. A peaceful town located in Japan’s M prefecture next to S city. It’s a simple town that still holds the remnants of the ancient time of samurai. Villas and rice fields still litter the less-developed parts of town. It was only twenty years ago that Morioh went through some rather explosive development. Rice fields were turned into land for houses, streets were repaired, and stores and markets began popping up in the center of town. Just last summer, some really bizarre things started happening all around town. People with unique abilities, called Stands, began popping up all over town. It’s said these people, called “Stand Users” are drawn towards each other naturally. I don’t quite remember how it happened, but I, too, gained a Stand ability last year. Perhaps that’s why I was able to meet those two guys who roped me and my friends into a crazy adventure of my own. This is the story of my very own “bizarre adventure”. *** “Daiyaka-san!!” The angry yell came from a girl stomping down the halls of Budo-ga Oka High School. The girl had intense, pink eyes and dark brown hair that flowed down to her shoulders, with bangs parted down the on her left side and tucked behind her ears with a gold star pin. She was wearing as standard navy blue sailor-style girl’s uniform, but she had a button with a red heart pinned to her shirt just above her waist and off to the right, and she was wearing red thigh high stockings. She approached a boy with mid-length black hair and amber eyes. He was clad in a boy’s uniform, but he had an up arrow pin on the right side of his collar, and a down arrow pin on the left side. The boy also had a clean, horizontal scar on the right side of his face. He turned around just in time to spot the girl and let out a shocked “Arisu-san!” before she grabbed him roughly by the shoulder and slammed him into the wall. “Daiyaka-san! What’s the meaning of this!” Arisu asked, holding up a half-eaten bar of chocolate, “I left this bar of chocolate in my shoe locker for later, and I know you know the combination! Not only did you eat it, but then you put it back unwrapped where I keep my shoes! I can’t even eat the rest of it now!” Daiyaka let out a heavy sigh and shrugged, “Oh, it was something like that...” “What the hell do you mean ‘something like that’!?” “I mean, I wasn’t the one who ate your chocolate bar.” Daiyaka replied. “Don’t give me that crap!” Arisu yelled, “You’re the only one who knows the combination besides me. It had to be you!” “Do you think that explanation works in this school?” Daiyaka asked, “Or have you forgotten.” “You mean, you’re going to blame this on a random Stand User!? You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me!” Arisu reeled her arm back as though she were going to punch Daiyaka in the face, but as she pulled back, her arm bumped into someone behind her. She immediately let go of Daiyaka and whirled around, bowing and apologizing to the person behind her. Meanwhile, Daiyaka rubbed his shoulder, looking up at who Arisu had bumped into. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he stumbled back into the wall in astonishment. “W-wait, y-you’re…. You’re the manga artist, Kishibe Rohan!” Sure enough, standing before them in the middle of a school hallway, wearing his standard outfit, was Kishibe Rohan. Behind him was a high school student from their school. Although he was a high school student, he stood on equal height as Rohan. The top of his uniform jacket was pinned open, one side with a gold, heart-shaped pin and the other with a gold peace sign pin. Though perhaps the most unique thing about him was his meticulously combed and maintained pompadour. Arisu also looked up, giving off one more apology, “S-sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” Rohan shook his head, “No, it’s fine. You didn’t see me behind you. You didn’t do it on purpose.” “Kishibe Rohan-sensei,” Daiyaka spoke up, his eyes still wide, “If I may ask, what brings the famous manga artist of Morioh to Budo-ga Oka High School? Is there some sort of event going on that I didn’t know about?” “A fan of mine, huh?” Rohan asked, grinning slightly, “No, unfortunately, there’s nothing like that. I’m just here doing some research. After all, a high school is a rather popular setting in manga.” Rohan turned to leave, when the high school student behind him did a double take and glanced back down at Arisu. “W-wait, Rohan… that girl, isn’t she the one we’re looking for?” Rohan’s eyes widened and he looked down at Arisu as well. The manga artist reached into his pocket and pulled out a photo, holding it up and comparing its contents with the girl before them. “Y-you’re right!” Rohan noted, eyes widening further, “It might seem completely improbable but… we just wound up bumping into her!” Arisu tilted her head, “You were looking for me?” “What’s your name?” Rohan asked, “It’s important that you tell us your full name, right now!” The intensity of Rohan’s voice startled Daiyaka, but Arisu stood her ground, “My name… is Sugimoto Arisu.” Rohan and the high school student’s eyes both widened at her response. “S-Sugimoto…” Rohan echoed, “That would explain the photograph.” Arisu frowned, snatching the photo out of Rohan’s hands, “Say, why do you have a photo of me in the first place?” “It’s a long story,” Rohan replied, “Josuke.” Rohan turned to the high school student behind him, who looked back at him with wide eyes and pointed to himself dumbly, “W-wait, you want me to explain it to them?” “It would be better if someone closer to their age talked to them, don’t you think?” Rohan asked. Josuke let out an exasperated sigh, “I thought I was just showing you around… tricking me like that isn’t great, you know.” Despite his protests, Josuke turned towards the two high schoolers and explained the situation, with Rohan butting in every now and again, seemingly to get on Josuke’s nerves. Apparently, Arisu was related to someone named Sugimoto Reimi, a girl who died when she was 16 at the hands of a serial killer. Arisu confirmed this, stating that Sugimoto Reimi was the name of her father’s late younger cousin. “This might be hard to believe, but up until recently, the spirit of Sugimoto Reimi resided in this town as a bound spirit,” Josuke replied, “She wanted to make sure someone put a stop to her killer’s serial murders.” “Y-you’re telling me the person who killed Sugimoto Reimi was still loose after all this time?” Arisu asked. “Yeah,” Josuke nodded, “He was a real piece of work. A psychopath known as Yoshikage Kira.” “Anyway,” Rohan interrupted, “An old associate of ours was trying to use a special ability to communicate with Sugimoto Reimi’s spirit. Well, it was more of a thing he tried to do just to see if he could. He wasn’t able to reach her, but he managed to take two pictures of you.” “Wait,” Arisu asked, “Two pictures? But you only showed me the one.” “T-that’s becasue the second one is... “ Josuke turned his head to the side and scratched his cheek, “Well, see for yourself.” Josuke turned to Rohan, who nodded and passed another picture to Arisu. The brown-haired girl looked over at the picture with wide eyes. The picture showed her, standing up with her hands chained over her head and black chains wrapping around her entire body. “Our associate’s photos have a certain level of clairvoyance,” Rohan explained, “We believe you are in some grave danger, so we came to seek you out and find you immediately.” Arisu let what she had just been told sink in, staring down at the photos with wide eyes. “Pfft.” Arisu brought a hand up to her mouth and started laughing, “Pfffftttt, hahahahaha! Danger, you say? You misunderstand. You mentioned your associate having a special ability, right?Then I guess it’s also assume to say you both have one.” The two stared wide eyed as Arisu raised her hands above her head and crossed her wrists over one another. A pink aura appeared around her, and a feminine figure appeared behind her. The feminine figure, much like the picture of the Arisu in the photo, had chains wrapping around her entire body, as well as bandages that covered its chest and crotch. The figure’s eyes were covered with some sort of opaque visor, and it possessed flowing pink hair. The skin of it’s flesh was colored a baby blue, and that chains wrapping around it were a dark purple color. Rohan and Josuke both stepped back at the appearance of the figure, gazing at it with wide eyes. “You can see it, right? My stand, ‘In Chains’,” Arisu replied. “A… A Stand User!?” Josuke exclaimed. Rohan merely shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave, grabbing Josuke’s shoulder as well. “Come on,” Rohan replied, “Let’s go.” “But wait!” Josuke frowned, “She’s a Stand User!” “So?” Rohan asked, “It really doesn’t matter. We came here to warn her about a danger, but it was just her stand, right? So we don’t need to worry.” Josuke shook his head, “That’s not necessarily true! My old man might be going senile, but his spirit photos wouldn’t just show a random Stand User for no reason! Arisu!” Josuke pointed to the brown-haired girl, “Let me ask you something. Have you noticed anything unusual going on at school recently?” Arisu placed a finger on her lip, “Hmm, not that I know of.” Josuke nodded, “Great! I hope it stays that way, but be on the lookout for something strange.” Arisu frowned, “You know, now that you mentioned it, there is something really strange in this school.” Josuke looked back at Arisu with wide eyes, “W-wait, really? What is it?” Arisu smirked, narrowing her eyes and pointing up at Josuke, “That ridiculous hair of yours. It’s the strangest thing I’ve seen in a while, to be honest!” Daiyaka, who was watching the exchange, facepalmed, “That Arisu… she always has to point it out when something’s bothering her. She can’t ever shut up if she notices something she finds stupid!” “She… she came out and said it…. She came right out and said it!” Rohan exclaimed, his voice filled with panic. “Sugimoto Arisu…” Josuke began, his face obscured by the shadows falling over his eyes, “What…. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY HAIR!” A pink aura with a gemstone-like sparkle glistening in it emerged from Josuke, forming into a humanoid shape and solidifying into Josuke’s stand, Crazy Diamond. “Dora!” the stand cried, reeling it’s arm back and punching forwards. Arisu’s stand emerged before her, crossing her arms in front of her and blocking Crazy Diamond’s first punch. Crazy Diamond then drew back, raising both arms and preparing for a full-on barrage. “Dorararararararararararara! Dora! Dorararararararara!” Despite Arisu’s best efforts, her stand wasn’t able to withstand the flurry of punches flying from Crazy Diamond’s fists. In Chains staggered backwards, and it’s cross guard was broken as both it and Arisu slammed against the wall behind them. “Josuke! Calm down!” Rohan tried, but to no avail. No matter how loud he yelled, Josuke wouldn’t hear it. That was just how Josuke got when people insulted his hair. “You’ll pay for insulting my hair, bastard!” Josuke yelled, glaring at Arisu with eyes alit with fury. Crazy Diamond tried to reel back for one final punch, but Josuke felt his arms get caught. Purple chains appeared around Crazy Diamond’s arms, and the two arms were bound together. Crazy Diamond staggered as it’s arms were caught, and Josuke followed suit. “W-what!? Why you….!” Arisu grinned, “My ‘In Chains’ has the ability to ‘seal’ things it touches. I’ve sealed away your punches by binding your arms together. You won’t be going ‘dorarararara’ at me any time soon! Still, your Stand… is really, really strong.” Rohan grinned, “Now’s my chance, HEAVEN’S DOOR!” Rohan rushed up to Josuke and a visage of Pink Dark Boy that looked like floating lineart appeared, touching Josuke’s face. The skin started peeling back, revealing paper like a book. Rohan grabbed a pen out of his pocket and quickly wrote in “I will forget Sugimoto Arisu insulted my hair”. Rohan then closed the pages on Josuke’s face and called his stand back, and Josuke looked around, dispelling his stand in the process. “Huh? What was I doing?” Rohan then let out a heavy sigh, “That was a close one.” He then turned to leave, dragging Josuke behind him, but before he started off, Josuke paused and turned back to Arisu. “That Stand of yours is pretty strong. I don’t think we have to worry about you,” Josuke replied, “but just in case, I’m Higashikata Josuke, a second year. My homeroom is class 2-F, so you can always come find me if you need any help. My Crazy Diamond’s ability can heal people and repair things, so don’t be afraid to rely on me!” With that, both Josuke and Rohan started down the hallway, leaving Arisu and Daiyaka alone once more. “Now,” Arisu turned back to Daiyaka, with an angry look on her face, “about my chocolate bar… In Chains!” Alice called her stand back, and the two stood menacingly over Daiyaka, Arisu cracking her knuckles as she approached him. “I… I didn’t eat your chocolate! I swear! A-Arisu-san, let's be reasonable.... ARISU-SAN!" <To Be Continued ====== Musical References: Sugimoto Arisu and her stand, "In Chains"- A reference to the American 90's rock band band "Alice in Chains"
AN: Didn't mean this to take this long, but here's some desperation finally! As a side note, I'm going to be making this very tongue-and-cheek, basically exaggerating the Jojo-ness of the entire story. I don't know how long I'm going to make it, but I do know it's not going to be a short ride, that's for sure.  Chapter 1 - Trouble at Budo-ga Oka High School Sugimoto Arisu sat in class, letting out a heavy sigh as she zoned out of the dull lesson the teacher was giving at the moment. History always bored the hell out of her, so she really couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to these lessons. Daiyaka sat in front of her, a lump on the top of his head from where she dished out the divine punishment of a woman whose sacred chocolate was eaten. It might not’ve been him, but the probability of it being someone else was pretty low, and she probably wouldn’t find them even if she tried. He had tried to run off to Josuke and ask for healing, but Arisu had dragged him to class instead, insisting they’d be late if they didn’t get back. Daiyaka was writing notes and grumbling something about it not being him, but Arisu was too bored to care. Arisu let her eyes and mind wander as she rested her head in her hand, wondering how long it would be until the last bell of the day signaled their freedom. As she glanced around the room, however, she noticed something odd. The girl beside her, a usually elegant and well-composed girl named Yamamoto Reika, sat hunched over in the desk across from her. It was enough to get Arisu’s attention, and the brown-haired girl turned her head to face Reika. The girl had long, black hair that was tied up into a neat ponytail, and emerald green eyes. She had a rather appealing figure for a girl as well, meaning she was rather popular amongst boys. However, instead of the composed expression she normally wore, she had something of a worried look on her face. Reika was pressing her thighs together in her seat, and both hands were jammed between her legs as she wriggled around. No matter how you looked at it, Yamamoto Reika definitely needed to pee. “I wonder how she got into such an unfortunate situation?” Arisu thought to herself, looking over at the black-haired girl. Reika shifted around in her seat, letting out a small moan as she rubbed her knees together. Her notes were forgotten as she kept both of her hands pressed firmly into her crotch, disappearing into the folds of her scrunched up skirt. Arisu glanced at the clock. There were fifteen minutes left in class, but she couldn’t tell if Reika was too desperate to hold it that long. She definitely looked like she had to pee, but Arisu knew from experience that you could often hold it beyond what seemed like your limit if you fought it hard enough. Reika began bouncing a leg up and down as she wiggled around in her desk, very occasionally glancing around the room to see if anyone had noticed her predicament. Alice snapped her head back down to her own paper and pretended to jot down notes until she felt Reika’s eyes move off of her. Arisu risked another glance and found Reika had returned to gazing down at the desk in front of her, seemingly struggling with holding it. Suddenly, Reika let out a squeak. It was so quiet that, had Arisu not been focusing on her, she would’ve likely missed it. The black-haired girl leaned forwards and froze in place, closing both eyes and squeezing them shut as she whimpered. Arisu glanced back at the clock. Three were still ten minutes left. At this rate, Reika wouldn’t be able to make it. However, asking this teacher wasn’t an option either. She was the kind of person who wasn’t really strict about a lot of things, but really cracked down on things like the bathroom and other methods of getting out of a lesson. There were a number of delinquents who would leave class to “use the bathroom” and return quite some time later, so Arisu figured she just didn’t want to deal with those types of people. Still, Reika was the type of person who was known for her grades and attendance. It was possible even this teacher would let her go to the bathroom if she just asked. However, that was only a possibility, and if Reika asked and was denied, she would have a significant portion of the class watching her closely until the class was over. With heavy breaths, Reika doubled over, crossing her legs and wriggling around with her head nearly on the desk. She was shaking, and tears were forming in the corners of her closed eyes. Arisu watched as she twisted around in her seat, trying to find a position where she could at least be a little more comfortable. Soft, barely audible moans were escaping Reika’s lips as she struggled to hold on. From her seat next to Reika, Arisu heard the black-haired girl mutter to herself under her breath. “I… I can’t… hold it….” Reika’s entire body tensed up and she scrunched her face, pressing and shaking her legs violently as she tried to keep herself dry. Reika moaned, sweat dripping down her forehead, and slowly removed a hand from between her legs. She was going to ask the teacher permission to go to the bathroom. Suddenly, however, someone else shot their hand up, calling out the teacher’s name. It was another girl, with short, light brown hair and large breasts. Arisu’s brain could not provide her a name for the girl. “Sensei! I really gotta go!” the girl whined, “Can I use the bathroom, please?” Arisu gave the girl a once over and noticed that her other hand was, in fact, jammed between her legs. Yet it was clear just by looking at her that she didn’t have to pee nearly as bad as Reika. “There’s only five minutes left in the lesson. You can hold it!” The teacher stated sternly. The girl with big breasts sighed, but she didn’t seem too bothered by that answer. Reika, on the other hand, lowered her hand, looking rather disheartened. Reika jammed her other hand back between her crotch and let out a strained whimper. She scissored her legs open and closed under her desk as she fought desperately against her bodily urges. Arisu found herself sympathizing with the black-haired girl. Reika was changing her position every ten seconds or so now, shifting back and forth, wriggling around, sitting on her heel. She couldn’t keep still and Arisu was surprised that barely anyone else had noticed Reika’s situation. Like that, the black-haired girl fought her way to the end of class. She had her upper body doubled over onto her desk and her hands jammed far up her skirt when the bell rang and her eyes shot open. “I made it somehow!” Arisu heard Reika mutter to herself. The black-haired girl removed one hand from her crotch and reached down to grab her bag. Throwing her notebook and pens into her bag with much haste, Reika stood up and hobbled out of the room. Arisu was too invested in Reika’s predicament to not find out if she made it to the bathroom or not. The brown-haired girl stood up and grabbed her stuff quickly, following Reika out of the bathroom and spotting her staggering down the halls. The bathrooms were at the end of each hallway, and there was still a significant distance to walk ahead of Reika. The black-haired girl hobbled with both hands between her legs, not caring how she appeared, as she made her way as quickly as she could to the bathroom on that floor. Arisu, who was following behind her, noticed that Reika was leaving a few wet droplets here and there on the floor behind her. By some miracle, the black-haired girl made it to the end of the hallway without wetting herself completely, and staggered into the bathroom. Arisu followed her in, and her eyes widened when she noticed that all three of the stalls were occupied. “No no no no….!” Reika whimpered, dancing in place as she hopped from foot to foot. She wriggled around, turned, and squatted down, pressing her heel up between her crotch. With ragged breathing, Reika bounced in her spot on the ground until she heard one of the toilets flush. The black-haired girl instantly shot up and darted in front of the stall. She danced around and moaned as she waited for the person inside to leave, and the second the door opened, she pushed past the girl roughly and slammed the stall door behind her. Not even a moment later, Arisu heard an incredibly loud hissing sound coming from the stall as the sound of a high pressure stream striking the porcelain toilet bowl reached her ears. Another toilet flushed and Arisu went inside, having to pee a little bit herself. She sat down in the stall and began peeing, still listening to the sound of Reika relieving herself in the stall next to her. Even after Arisu finished up, she could still hear the steady flow of urine from Reika, which just started to die down and trickle off. Arisu left her stall and went over to wash her hands when she saw two girls talking next to Reika’s stall. “Wow, she pissed for a long time, do you think it was that weird curse?” one of them, a girl with blonde hair and ganguro fashion asked the other. “What curse?” the other girl, a plain-looking girl with short pigtails asked back. “You mean you haven’t heard? It happened to a girl in my class the other day. We went to the bathroom together after lunch, but then only an hour later, she was dancing around in her seat. She just barely made it to the bathroom, and when she got there, she pissed for like, five minutes!” “What, no way!” “It’s true. It’s not the first time it’s happened, either. Apparently there’s some weird curse where girls will just have to pee really bad all of a sudden, like their bladders magically fill up super quick or something!” Arisu’s eyes narrowed at the conversation. It was strange to think about, but Reika wasn’t normally the kind of person to let herself get like that. It might very well be possible that this “bladder curse” was actually a Stand’s ability at work. Arisu left the bathroom and made her way to the front of the school and the footlockers. She had someone she wanted to talk to about this. *** “It wasn’t me!” Daiyaka frowned, crossing his arms in irriation at Arisu, “Stop making unreasonable assumptions!” “Eh? Unreasonable?” Arisu asked, “Ain’t it true that you totally have things for watchin’ girls needing to pee?” Daiyaka made an uncomfortable noise, “E-even so, you know my Stand’s abilities.” Daiyaka raised one of his crossed arms over his head in an arch and held the other out, moving his hands to point up and at Arisu, respectively. As he did so, a blue aura surged around him and a masculine figure appeared behind him. The figure was less organic and more robotic in nature, though it did have an underlying fleshy torso. Out of it’s front were six cylinders, arranged like the dots on a dice. They were connected by what looked to be metal tubing which wrapped over its shoulders and connected to its pointed shoulder pads. It had visibly robotic joints where its elbows would be, and it’s hands looked to be completely comprised of robotic components, though they still had all the articulation of human hands. The head was connected to the body with a cylindrical shaft surrounded by exposed wires and piping, and the face was covered by a domed helmet with an opaque glass visor that went over the top of the skull. On the back of the Stand’s hands, there were two plates with arrows on them, both facing outwards away from the wrists. On the stand’s back, there were two long vertical ridges where the piping from the cylinders in the front connected to. The ridges ran the length of the stand’s back and there were what appeared to be plasma tubes stored horizontally at regular intervals, bridging the gap between the two ridges. “Contact,” Daiyaka replied, “My Stand, Contact, doesn’t have that kind of ability.” Arisu nodded with a sigh, “I guess, you’re right. Still, if it’s not you, then who do you think it is, then?” Daiyaka shrugged, “Who knows. Some perverted Stand User, probably.” “But,” Arisu frowned, “Why did this only start recently? If this Stand User gained their ability last summer, then why did they only start making girls desperate now?” Daiyaka rubbed his chin in thought for a few moments, “Maybe they didn’t want to-mmph!” The black haired boy was cut off when Arisu grabbed him and placed a hand over her mouth. The two ducked around the corner of the shoe lockers, glancing to look back at Arisu’s locker. It was the same girl with light brown hair and big breasts from Arisu’s class. She approached Arisu’s shoe locker and grinned. She reached out her hand towards the locker, and it simply phased through the metal. Arisu narrowed her eyes and watched as the girl removed the candy bar she had placed in her shoe locker. The candy bar, like her hand, merely phased through the shoe locker door, and the girl smirked whirling around with the candy bar held up as her prize. “Hehehe, it totally worked!” the girl grinned, “I totally did this earlier too, and that poor bastard Daiyaka got blamed for it. Hahahaha!” Behind her, a rather nondescript Stand appeared. It was had a curvy, feminine figure, and was translucent, with a purple body and what looked to be twinkling stars floating within it. It’s face has segmented eyes, and it possessed the same large chest as its user. “My Everclear allows me to phase through any inanimate object! I win! I can take anything I want without consequence!” Just as she was about to reach out and unwrap the candy bar, however, chains shot out of the candy bar and latched onto her hand. “W-what!?” The girl asked, “What’s this?” The chains wrapped around her hand and wrist and shot out, shooting into Arisu’s shoe locker and dragging the big-breasted girl’s hand towards it. The big breasted girl found herself chained to the shoe locker, unsure of what was happening. “What!?” the girl replied, shocked, “I… I can’t phase through these chains!” “You said your Stand allows you to phase through any inanimate objects right?” The girl’s eyes widened and she glanced over at the source of the voice. Arisu was standing with her hands on her hips, glaring at the girl who was about to steal her candy bar again. “I guess these chains, since they’re part of my stand, ‘In Chains’, count as a living object.” “Y-y-you’re a Stand User, too?” “That’s right,” Arisu grinned, bringing her stand out and showing it to the girl, “My ‘In Chains’ allows me to seal or bind together anything it touches. Though, it doesn’t have to activate right away. In Chains already touched that candy bar, as well as the foot locker door. When you grabbed it, I activated In Chains and your hand was bound.” Arisu glared at the big breasted girl, “Now, you thieving little bitch, you’re gonna pay for eatin’ my chocolate bar, ya hear!” “I’m sorry! Please, don’t hurt me!” the girl begged, “I recently got this stand ability, so I got a little cocky. I won’t use Everclear to steal anymore, I promise!” “Alright,” Arisu nodded, “I forgive you.” “H-huh? Huh?” the girl looked up in shock, surprised that begging worked, “I’m off the hook.” Arisu nodded, “Yeah, I’ll let you off the hook.” She turned around, and the chains binding the girl to the foot locker disappeared with Arisu’s stand. “However,” Arisu smirked, “I wonder if Daiyaka-san will feel the same way.” The girl with big breasts turned to look at the angry figure shadowing above her. Daiyaka stood, with a stern glare, his stand, Contact, already summoned and a blue aura surging like electricity around the two. “You got me blamed for stealing Arisu-san’s chocolate… I still got the bump on my head from that. And what was that I heard you call me? A ‘poor bastard’ was it?” “Eh, you misheard me?” the girl tried, looking up in fear at Daiyaka. “Nice try,” Daiyaka replied, glaring down at the girl, “Contact, let’s Robot Rock!” Contact unleashed a flurry of punches at the big breasted girl, who brought Everclear out to try to defend her. It did little help, however, and both her and Everclear got battered in the barrage. After the fast punches, Contact reeled its arm all the way back and punched Everclear one last time, sending her and her user flying backwards. The girl landed on her back a few feet away, sprawled out and clearly unconscious. A dark patch started spreading out from between her legs, and it became very obvious from the smell and color that the girl had wet herself. Daiyaka looked on in surprise, immediately bringing his arms up to defend himself against Arisu, “Hey, I didn’t make her do that, I swear!” Arisu nodded, “Yeah, I know. I guess she didn’t go after class, even though she was the one who asked the teacher. Maybe she wanted to get to my foot locker before I got a chance to grab my stuff. Still, there was something I was concerned about.” “What’s that?” Daiyaka asked, tilting his head to the side. “She said she recently got her Stand. But both you and me got ours last summer. I haven’t met many other Stand Users, but the ones I have also got their Stands last summer. If she was telling the truth, then maybe there’s something to Josuke-san’s warning of danger.” <To Be Continued ====== Musical References: Daiyaka's stand Contact: Contact by Daft Punk released on their 2013 Album "Random Access Memories" Everclear: The 90s alternative rock band Everclear
My new year's resolution for 2017 has been to write an omorashi novel, so I've started with a short introduction chapter :) I was thinking to do something along the line of a "high school novel" (like the Sweet Valley High books or something) but involving a lot of desperation and wetting during a senior year. The idea is that the main protagonists will be twin girls with a sort of genetic bond that causes their bladders to synchronize, so to say. A challenge for me is that the girls are black, and I'm as white as they get, so I'm going to try to get the characters down as good as possible ;) Well, here's the introduction, feel free to give me feedback about it, but be nice ^^ Tamara took a long look at the showerhead above, letting the cleansing water flow over her shoulders. She had just moved to Goldbridge with her family, and all the way over here, the prospect of rinsing off the accumulated dust of the trip had kept her going. Tamara looked down at her creamy brown skin as she let the warm water flow over her hair, in its current -drenched- state quite slender, but normally untamable curly. With a sponge she got from a cardboard box labeled "bathroom supplies" just seconds before getting into the shower, she softly rubbed her firm yet subtle bosom - its size being something of a personal disappointment for the now eighteen-year-old girl. After circling the blackened aerola surrounding her nipples a couple of times, she pushed her breasts aside absent-mindedly and washed the crease beneath them. Next, she descended along her slight potbelly on to the black, curly bush beneath her legs, squeezing the sponge there so the shower gel would be spread near-evenly in those hard to reach places. Tamara hadn't been this relaxed since they left the house she had always called home, now she had closed her eyes and pretended she was somewhere else entirely. The world around her disappeared for just a moment as she squeezed the sponge softly against her cheek. The soap smell combined with her vaginal odor formed an almost familiar scent, like for just a moment she felt home again. Tamara looked down at her feet in the small, mildew-infested shower cabin once more, and only now noticed that she was apparently so relaxed she had just started peeing. She certainly wasn’t in the habit of urinating anywhere but on the toilet, and she hadn't even noticed she had to go -though the shower's running water would have that effect on anyone's bladder- but now, a slightly curved stream originated between her legs and splashed down into the shower water, its yellow color blending softly with the soapy bubbles surrounding it. Normally, Tamara would consider it quite nasty to pee in the shower, but right now, she just didn't care, as she closed her eyes once more and sighed deeply. Tamara was so relaxed, in fact, that she had completely forgotten about her twin sister Kimberly. Just like many other identical twins, Tamara and Kimberly shared an uncanny empathic bond. Only, in their case, it was their bodily functions that seemed affected by this; simply put, when one needed to pee, the other would feel the need as well. And when one of them was in the midst of urinating, like Tamara was doing right now, it was a safe bet that the other was really desperate to go as well. So while Tamara was relieving herself in the shower, her sister stood on the other end of the bathroom door, hopping from one foot to the other, grabbing the crotch of her jeggings with one hand frantically. Kimberly put one foot right on top of the other as she half-crossed her knees, her pastel pink socks stained grey at the soles after walking around for a while in this dusty old house. With her free hand, she knocked on the bathroom door three times as she softly bit her lip. "Tam?", Kimberly asked, slightly whining, "what are you doing in there?", but Tamara couldn’t hear her pleas over the loud, running shower. Kimberly kept on jiggling the door handle though, hoping to get in - but eventually getting down on one knee in front of it, pushing her heel tightly against her crotch to keep the bough from breaking. “Tamara, let me in, I mean it!”, she begged with tears in her eyes, “I can’t… I’m going to…” but then the sound of her voice was reduced to a shrill whimper as she felt control of her pelvic muscle slip away. Kimberly tightened her grip between her legs and even pressed herself closer down onto her heel, but neither could prevent the warm flood from flowing into her panties, drenching her jeggings, and even running swiftly over her dust-stained sock. While Tamara was in the bathroom, shaking off the last few drops that were clinging to her pubic hair, her sister was outside that very door, totally wetting her pants. Kimberly just sat there, trembling, tears running down her cheeks. She just couldn’t help herself; she was peeing like a race horse, for in a matter of a few seconds, her bladder was emptied, leaving a huge wet patch on the old, dusty rug beneath her. As Kimberly tried to get up again, disgusted by the damp feeling between and down one of her legs, even having trouble to stand on the one foot with the drenched sock, she heard her little brother Tyler laughing from down the hall. His words “mom! Kim wet her pants again!” just added insult to injury, as the only things that could be heard after that were her soggy footsteps and desperate sobs as Kimberly ran off to her new room, with no one but herself to give her comfort.
Previously titled "My Mom's a B" I started the story several years ago but alas, like many stories around here, it went incomplete. I always wanted to finish it, but having followed several stories here to only find them never finished, I knew the frustration this causes So I have COMPLETED the story.  In the end it came to just over 52,000 words, the length of a small novel. I debated how to post it, a bit at a time or all at once. In the end I thought about how I like to read stories.  Even if they are good reads I can only handle so much at once. SO I am going to post it a bit at a time, every couple days. BUT if I find myself lagging behind or I miss posting for awhile (say more than a week) I'll go ahead and dump it all at once. One note, even if you have read it before you might want to reread. Not only to refresh your memory but I made some changes. Don't worry nothing too drastic, Han still shoots first :) I'll probably post the original content in larger chunks than when I get to the new part. I tried to pick good stopping places. So without further ado... My Mom is Such a 'B----'! Chapter 1: Trouble “Hurry up, drive faster!” “If we get pulled over it will only make things worse!” Still I pushed down on the accelerator watching the needle ease towards 70. “You don’t know what she can be like” “You’ve told me, I’m sure you’ll be fine, it’s only thirty minutes” “Thirty-five minutes…. And we’re not there yet” “Here comes the turn, we’ll be there in just a minute” “I am in so much trouble… she’s going to be really mad” “I can go in an explain if you want. Say it was my fault.” “No, it’s best if I go in by myself. I hope she’s in a good mood” “We’re here. I’m sure it will be okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. “ “If I’m still alive… or at least allowed to leave the house…” I watched as she walked towards her front door. The door opened and a woman stepped onto the porch. She didn’t seem too angry. They both stepped inside, the door closed and the porch light went out. Sighing I pulled off into the darkness. ‘It will be okay’ I told myself, at least I hoped…. My names Peter. I’m your average high school senior. Nothing special, just an average guy with average looks and average grades. I don’t play sports, I’m not the head of any teams or the leader of any cliques. And that was Jane, my best friend. Yes, we are just friends, nothing more. Not to say we hadn’t gone on dates before, we tried that route and it didn’t work out. We had even fooled around a couple times. But still we were mostly just friends. Jane is like me. Not a popular girl, not a cheerleader, pretty much invisible to most of the other guys at our school. As for looks the nick name ‘Plain Jane’ would suit her well. Average height, skinny, a mess of tangled brown hair and a 32 A chest that is barely noticeable under the loose t-shirts she usually wears. And, yes I know her exact bra size. I told you we had fooled around. I had seen those cute little tits on a number of occasions. Jane was a bit of a free spirit and even when our Facebook status did not say ‘In a Relationship’ there had been more than a few ‘games’ that ended up with one or both of us naked. But like I said we are just friends….. One thing that Jane did have in common with most of the other girls in our school was her relationship with her mother. Jane complained about her mother quite frequently. I know in private she loved her mother, though they have complicated relationship. But like most teenage girls she griped about her mother all the time. How unfair she is, how she still treats her like a child. The complaints were daily and sometimes monotonous. I was SURE they were exaggerated, just her blowing off steam. But I always listened, tried to be a good friend. I never once voiced any doubt or had tried to defend her mom. I figured they could work things out on their own. After all Jane was eighteen now, summer would be here in a few months and then we would all be off to college. Certainly being away from home would change things. That’s why I wasn’t TOO worried when I dropped her off at her front door thirty minutes.. or thirty-six minutes late. Sure there might be heated exchange. Jane would probably go to her room and slam the door. Tomorrow I will hear all about it. Chapter 2: The Confession As I walked down the hall of my school the next morning I looked for Jane. I spied her by her locker and snuck up behind her. “You’re still alive I see, how was your mom?” Jane turned and looked at me, I could tell she had been crying but there was also an unmistakable fire in her eyes. “My mom is such a ‘B’ ” she replied. I laughed to myself, one of my favorite things about Jane was her inability to swear. It gave her a cute, almost innocent quality. “So was she mad?” I asked, hoping this diatribe would not consume our ENTIRE day. “Mad is an understatement, she was just CRAZY. I can’t believe her , I mean she’s just such a… a… B!”. Her rant continued as we made our way to our first class “I mean you have no idea, I know I complain about her A LOT but this time, this time, I mean, it was just, just..” She trailed off. This was a bit unusual, Jane was usually not at a lack of words to describe her mother. “I am sure it’s all over now.” I said trying to calm her down. “Peter, you don’t understand, she did something last night, something she hasn’t done for a long time. I can’t even say it.. it’s just so… so.. embarrassing” Now this was intriguing. Jane and I told each other EVERYTHING. We were best friends. And if she didn’t want to or couldn’t bring herself to tell me what happened, then…. “It’s okay” I told her “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to”. “No, no I’ve GOT to tell someone, just promise me you want tell anyone else.” “Of course not, who would I tell, you’re my only real friend” Jane pulled me to the side of the hallway just outside the door to our first period class. “It’s just she was REALLY mad. We fought and then.. and then…” She leaned forward and whispered something barely audible in my ear. Just then the bell rang, obscuring her words. “Did you just say…” I started. “She spanked me.” Jane spoke again still in a barely audible whisper. Chapter 3: It’s All In The Details I could barely focus on the teacher at the front of the room. My thoughts dwelled on what Jane had said before we went into class. Her mom had spanked her? An eighteen year old girl? Was that even possible? Legal? Maybe all her complaints about her mom were true, maybe she really was crazy! But despite the outrage I knew I should feel for her. I had to admit that I was feeling something else entirely, AND THAT was the feeling that was keeping me from concentrating on the lesson. The thought of Jane’s cute little bare butt on display, her mom’s hand repeatedly smacking against it. But of course that was nonsense. Certainly she wasn’t spanked bare. It was probably just a swat to her backside as she retreated to her room. But I couldn’t really go asking for details. That would be uncouth. Besides how do you exactly phrase that question.. “So Jane, did your mom pull down your panties before spanking your butt?” . No, certainly those things only happened in stories on the internet. Still, imaging Jane flailing around over her mother’s knee did do something… Lost in my thoughts I glanced up at her, staring up at her butt as if I might see some evidence of last night’s transgressions. Just then Jane bent over to get a pencil from her bag and I caught a quick flash of something . Not evidence of a spanking but something that took me COMPLETELY by surprise. Surely that wasn’t what I thought it was? No, it must have just been my imagination… Still Jane does have a nice butt… Even if she is just a friend. I turns out that I didn’t need to ask for details. When we got to lunch Jane motioned me over to a table in the corner by ourselves. “Can you believe my mother did that?” She asked, outraged “I told you she wasn’t right. We’ve fought before but this time she went too far. Honestly I can’t wait for the next six months to pass so I can go to college. I mean she hasn’t done… that… since I was thirteen!” . “What did you do to get in trouble?” I asked. “Uh? I was late?! You were there remember??” she said giving me a look. “No, what did you do when you were thirteen” I was trying to change the subject, or get more details, I don’t know which. “Oh what didn’t I do when I was thirteen? I lied, I talked back I was the typical bratty kid. And every time it was the same thing ‘take off those pants and get over my knee young lady!’ but I deserved it… and then I turned fourteen and she started grounding me instead.” Wow! That was more detail than I thought I was going to get…. Could I push this without seeming too interested? “But she didn’t….” I started, trying to sound casual. “Didn’t what?” Jane responded. “She didn’t… you know… surely now at your age she wouldn’t make you… take… off…” “My pants?” Jane finished “Oh yeah she did. She told me I had a choice I could pack my bags and leave, get out of her house and live on my own. But I don’t have any money.. Where would I go? You still live at home.. I couldn’t leave. So she said my other choice was a.. a… “, her voice dropped “…a spanking.... she made me pull down my pants and panties and lay on her lap and she.. she.. spanked me. I don’t even know how many times, I didn’t think it was going to ever end. And then I….” She stopped. “Then you what?” I asked hoping I didn’t sound too enthusiastic. “Ummm… Then I went to my room, honestly she is such a B!” Was that it? I was sure she was going to say something else. Still, I was astounded by what she had told me, and more than a little umm.. excited… to say the least. After such a confession I felt it was probably best just to leave things alone for a while. I wanted to appear, no I wanted to be, a concerned friend not some kind of voyeur looking for a fantasy story. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that, I feel like it was my fault you got in trouble.” I said trying to come up with a response. “No, it was my fault we were late too. I’m not mad at you, I just can’t believe my mom.. she’s such a…” “I know a ‘B’” I finished for her. Jane smiled, “Thanks for listening, your such a good friend, I hope I didn’t ruin lunch with my ranting.” “No you’re fine” I replied, thinking ‘you have NO idea’! We hugged and then as Jane stooped down to pick up her bag I caught a glimpse of something again. Something that just didn’t seem quite right… at least not on an eighteen year old girl. Chapter Four: Jane’s Secret The rest of the day I really could not focus on the lessons at all. Jane and I had different schedules after lunch so I wouldn’t see her again until school let out. Still I couldn’t take my mind off of her and the story she had told me. When I came to school that day I never thought I would be hearing what amounted to a story from one of those internet fantasy sites being told by my best friend. Then there was the other matter. What I thought I saw in our first period class and then again at the end of lunch. Something sticking up from the waistband of Jane’s pants. Certainly it wasn’t … No way, it was probably just her panties all bunched up or something. But those didn’t look like any panties I had ever seen… No, it was probably just my imagination. My ‘imagination’ kept me busy the rest of the day. The final bell shook me from my latest fantasy, the one where I got to watch as Jane’s mom spanked her with an oversized paddle. I gathered my things and walked out into the hall. I found Jane waiting by the water fountain in the same place she waited every day. Each morning she rode the bus to school and each afternoon I (fortunate enough to have my own car) gave her a ride home. “Hi!” I said brightly “How was your day?”. “Better”, she responded . Feeling it was best to NOT be the first one to bring up our earlier conversation I searched for another subject. “You want to get some coffee?”, I asked. “Sounds great, just don’t get me home late!” Jane said with a hint of amusement. That was the only reference to our earlier conversation she made. I felt it was better to just leave it alone so I let the conversation wander the usual course of movies, music and school gossip. It wasn’t until we left the coffee shop and headed towards Jane’s house that the conversation took leave of this normalcy. After one unusually long lull in the conversation I looked at Jane in the passenger seat beside me. “Is everything okay?” I asked with a note of concern. “It’s just, my mom will be home from work in a couple hours and I haven’t spoken to her since… well you know…” “Well I’m sure she’s over it” I tried to reassure her “It’s all said and done with and I’m sure it will be forgotten soon enough.” “It’s not, though” she replied. “Not what?” I asked curiously. “Over,” Jane replied “It’s not over. I didn’t tell you the whole story.” “Do you want to?” I asked cautiously, hardly believing there could be MORE to this story. “You HAVE to promise not to tell ANYONE!” Jane said emphatically. “I already told you I wouldn’t, didn’t I? We’re best friends who else would I tell, the only person I tell secrets to IS you!” I reassured her. “It’s just so embarrassing! Really you got to promise, no one!” “I promise” I replied. Really what could be more embarrassing, she already told me all about her spanking. “Well, when we were rushing to get home last night I REALLY had to use the bathroom. But I didn’t ask you to stop because we were already late.” “Okay” I replied wondering if this was going where I thought it was. “Well you know how it is with my bladder”. “I know”. Another one of Jane’s ‘quirks’ was her notoriously weak bladder. She had had many small ‘leaks’ as she called them on almost daily and on quite a few occasions had completely soaked herself in my presence. If she laughed too hard or waited too long it was bound to happen. One secret I never shared with Jane was these accidents only increased my attraction to her. After all we were ‘just friends’. “So anyway,” Jane continued, “I really had to go when I got to the house. But mom started in as soon as the door shut and then before I knew it I was over her knee and then I…” she stopped again. I could put together what happened from there. “Oh no… you didn’t..” I said feigning shock. “I did” Jane said meekly “I peed right there on her lap. She made me stand up and I couldn’t stop! I peed all over the kitchen floor! It was the most embarrassing thing I have ever done!” Jane’s face reddened as she told me this. “So what did your mom do?” I asked, though I already thought I knew. Jane hesitated, then continued, “She made me wear this..” With that Jane lifted her shirt and pulled down waistband of her jeans just enough for me to confirm my earlier suspicion. Again I tried to feign ignorance. “What’s that?” “Well, for all intents and purposes it’s a diaper!” Jane said so matter of factly it even took me by surprise. “They’re called ‘Goodnites’ I used to wear them when I wet the bed” (Jane had previously confided in me that she was a bed wetter until our first year of high school.) “Apparently my Mom still had a pack of them” Jane explained “After my accident, well she was already mad, that just sent her over the top! She got these out and said I had to wear them for a week. If I don’t have any more accidents then my I get my underwear back.” “I’m sorry” I said, genuinely concerned and excited at the same time. “I’ll just have to be careful, I should be able to make it a week, I hope…” “I’m sure you will” I reassured her. “You’re sweet” Jane replied as we pulled up in front of her house “You want to come in?” “Your mom won’t be happy if she catches us there alone” I reminded her. “It will be fine, she won’t be home for hours.” I parked the car, this could be interesting... Chapter 5: Jane’s House I followed Jane into her house barely believing all I had just heard and witnessed. Surely I must be asleep, dreaming! Well, if I was I might have a whole different kind of ‘accident’ to clean up in the morning. No, this couldn’t be a dream it was all too real. So this had really happened, a girl I knew, a girl that I found extremely attractive (despite the fact that we were ‘just fiends’) had been spanked and diapered less than twenty-four hours ago? In the very house we were about to enter? This WAS exactly like a story from the internet! “Go have a seat in the living room” Jane told me “I have to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right there”. “No problem” As I walked towards the living room, I passed the kitchen. Pushing the door open slightly I glanced in. A shiver passed through my body, the type of feeling one might get from visiting an ACTUAL haunted house. So this is where it all happened, I could almost hear the sounds of a spanking piercing the air, flesh on flesh. And then the splattering of Jane’s warm pee on the floor. I looked down, but of course the evidence had been cleaned up long ago. “What are you doing?” I jumped, shaken from my fantasy. Jane was standing there by my side. “Oh, just thinking about getting a snack.” I said quickly. “You’re still hungry? You just ate at the coffee shop. Honestly Peter sometimes I wonder where you put it all!” “Come on in, I’ll find something” Jane said as I followed her into the kitchen. After deciding on popcorn and soda we retreated to the living room and Jane started flipping through channels. She stopped on some ubiquitous sitcom about a group of high school students and their daily antics. As the ‘nerd’ of the group tried (unsuccessfully) for the umpteenth time to score a date with the trendy socialite, Jane sighed. “I bet none of their moms ever spank them”. “Now that would make for quite the after school special” I joked. Jane laughed and curled up on the couch beside me. As she did her shirt rode up and the waistband of her Goodnite was clearly on display. “Umm, Jane… your, umm..” I pointed. Jane blushed and pulled her shirt down. “Thanks” she said. That was the fourth time that day I had seen the top of Jane’s Goodnite and even though I knew it was wrong I really wanted to see the rest of it. But of course that probably wasn’t going to happen. Or was it? I turned away from the television and looked at Jane. “I’ve seen this show like a THOUSAND times.” I said jokingly “You want to play a game?” “What kind of game?” Jane asked “You know...” “THAT kind of game?” Jane exclaimed, her eyes widening “NO WAY! Did you forget what I’m wearing?” “I’ve seen you in a lot less.” I ventured “Besides, who knows it might not even get that far. YOU can pick the game and knowing you, you’ll pick a game I’m not very good at and I’ll be the one showing everything off while you’re still fully clothed” I should stop here and tell you about our so called ‘games’. I told you earlier that Jane was somewhat of a free spirit. Well exhibitionist would be a better word. Normally she would care less about being naked in front of me and seemed to downright enjoy getting me naked too (yet we are still ‘just friends’). A while back we had discovered that we could take any ordinary game and make it more interesting by taking our clothes off. You’ve heard of strip poker? Well we’ve played strip chess, strip checkers and even strip Candy Land. There wasn’t a board game in existence we hadn’t defiled. However, today Jane didn’t seem as eager to play as she normally did. “Look,” Jane countered “Even if I do pick the game the chances are you’ll get to see me in ‘this’.” Jane indicated toward the unspoken garment beneath her pants. “Look, I don’t care what you have on” I persisted. “Besides you won’t be wearing anything when I’m finished with you” “Oh really” Jane’s competitive streak was kicking in, “We’ll see about that!” She retreated to the other room to retrieve a game. I couldn’t believe my luck! There was chance that I was going to see more of her diaper after all! Jane returned to the room carrying the game ‘Battleship’ Crap! She always kicked my butt at that game. Still I would have to give it my best. “Tell you what” Jane teased “Just take off your clothes and give them to me now and I’ll save you the humiliation” “That’s okay”, I countered “Get out the game, I have a feeling that today is my lucky day!” Chapter 6: The Game It wasn’t my lucky day. Thirty minutes later and I was sitting there in my boxers with only my submarine left on the board. Jane on the other hand had only lost two of her ships and given up her socks. Still if I could sink one more ship before she beat me she would either have to give up her shirt or her pants. I might still get somewhat of a show. I made my move… “B6” “Miss” Jane replied smiling “A7” she countered “Miss” “E7” I tried. “Hit” Jane looked suddenly less sure of herself “G8” Jane ventured Shoot! She had found my sub, two more hits and I was done and I had NO IDEA what size ship I had hit found on her board. For all I know it’s her battleship, this was not going to end well. “Hit” I responded placing the red pin into my sub. Oh well, might as well go out fighting. “E8” I said hopefully “Hit” Jane’s said looking slightly concerned “H8” “Hit” I responded. This was it, one more hit and it was all over. “E9” I said, resigned to my soon to be naked fate. “Hit” Jane paused then continued “…and you just sank my cruiser” Jane reached for the bottom of her shirt and started to pull it over her head. “Wait!” I exclaimed, stopping her. An idea suddenly came to my mind. “What, it’s not like you haven’t seen me in my bra before” Jane said allowing her shirt to drop back down. “I know” I replied “It’s just, this game is obviously over and I’m about to lose. You’re most likely going to have me naked at your next turn, how about a bet?” I knew Jane couldn’t resist a bet “What did you have in mind?” She asked. “Give me one more move before you finish me off”, I explained. “If I don’t hit any of your ships you won’t have to take anything else off. I’ll even give you your socks back!” “But” I continued “If I make hit on ANY of your remaining ships I get to choose what you take off next.” “You get just one try?” Jane said thinking it over “Fine, one try, make your move” I thought carefully. This was it. All or nothing. “A9” I said keeping my fingers crossed. Jane’s face was blank. Had this been poker she could have had the perfect bluff. “Hit” she finally responded, “So what’s it going to be?” I thought it over. If I told her to take off her pants would she know I wanted to see her in her Goodnite? But I had already stopped her from taking her shirt off so what would the point be? “Your pants” I said trying to seem nonchalant. “Peter, please not my pants. Not today.” Jane pleaded “Look I’ll take my shirt and bra off if I can just keep on my pants” ‘She must be desperate’ I thought. I briefly considered giving in, at least I would get to see those cute little breasts. But no, I had come this far… “A bet’s, a bet” I reminded her. “Take off your pants” Jane didn’t say a word. She just stood up and unbuttoned her pants and then after a moment of hesitation pulled them down and kicked them off her feet. Jane was blushing furiously as she stood before me in just her t-shirt and a pink Goodnite with butterflies on the front. She quickly sat back down cross legged and leaned forward trying to hide her embarrassing state as much as possible. “I8” she said, quickly taking her turn. “Hit” I replied and without hesitation stood up and removed my boxers “You sank my submarine” Jane eyed me from head to toe, stopping midway she noticed my current ‘condition’. She quipped “It looks like I didn’t quite sink your submarine after all” With that her embarrassment was quickly forgotten as she broke into laughter. I laughed back, both at her joke and in relief that she wasn’t mad. It was one of those times when a joke seems funnier than it really is. I laughed. Jane laughed harder. I laughed some more. Jane kept on laughing. Soon we were both in fits on the floor with tears in our eyes. “How about a movie” Jane said between bouts of laughter “We could watch ‘Hunt for Red October’” With that the laughter resumed. “Crap... Crap! Crap! Crap!” Jane suddenly exclaimed and leapt up and ran out of the room. I followed her and found she had run into the hallway bathroom. “Are you okay?” I asked through the door. “Not really” Jane’s tone had changed, she was no longer laughing. The door cracked and then slowly opened. “What am I going to do now?” Jane’s voice trembled. I looked down. There Jane stood still in just a t-shirt and Goodnite. Which was now completely soaked. Chapter 7: The Solution I just stood there staring. “What am I going to do?” Jane repeated “It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours and look at me!” She gestured towards the sodden diaper. That was the problem. I WAS looking at her and seemingly struck speechless. “Peter!” I snapped out of it. “Sorry, I was just umm… I was just trying to think of a solution” I said fumbling for words. Never, never had I thought I would see best friend in a diaper today and certainly not a WET diaper! “I know” I suggested, gathering my thoughts “Just change. Put on a dry one, we’ll throw the wet one out. She’ll never know!” “That won’t work.” Jane sighed “Mom already warned me that she knew EXACTLY how many Goodnites were in the pack to start with. I’m supposed to take this one off and give it to her before I go to bed tonight and then she’ll give me a new one. And I have to do the same thing in the morning. That way she will know if I have wet any of them.” “I see, well that is a problem” I replied. “I just don’t know what to do. She’s going to be furious with me. I mean I haven’t even made it a whole day!” Jane suddenly seemed to realize she had been standing in front of me this whole time in just a t-shirt and a wet Goodnite. Her face turned crimson and she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. With a sigh of defeat she said, “Look I’m just going to have to bite the bullet on this one. I’m just going to change and tell my mom the truth. With any luck I’ll still get out of these things before graduation.” “Can you go up to my room and get me a dry one?” Jane asked. “Sure, hold on.” I told her. I made my way up to Jane’s room, a place I had only been one time before. Jane was not supposed to have friends over when her mom was not home, especially not boys. She was MOST DEFINITELY not supposed to have them in her room. For that reason we usually kept our visits to the living room and kitchen. I opened the door to Jane’s room and looked around. It was very tidy. I knew her mom insisted she keep it this way (it was one Jane’s favorite thing’s to complain about). I spotted the pack of Goodnites underneath the nightstand beside Jane’s bed. I walked over and knelt down on the floor to pull one out. As I stood back up I placed one hand on the bed. That’s when I heard, and felt, a crinkle. Now, I’ve told you all about Jane’s past ‘issues’, but what I haven’t told you was that I have had my own. I too was a bedwetter as a child and actually had a few night time accidents well up into my teen years. So I KNEW what that sound was. Jane had a plastic sheet on her bed! Was it because of her recent accident? Or was it just a leftover from her bedwetting days? It could just be for allergies I reasoned (that was the excuse I had once used when a friend discovered my plastic sheet). At any rate I couldn’t ask Jane about it, not now at least. I took the Goodnite and went back downstairs. Suddenly, I had an idea. Jane had shut the bathroom door so I knocked and she opened it just a crack. I passed the Goodnite through to her and talked to her through the crack. “I might have a way for you to get out of this.” I told her. “What is it?” Jane left the door cracked as she talked to me. I took all my strength to not try to peek through the crack and spy on her changing. “What if…” I started “What if I go to the store and buy a pack of Goodnites? Then we could replace this one with one from the new pack.” “That could work” Jane sounded relieved “And I’ll have more in case this happens again. But you don’t have to pay for them, let me get you some money.” “No, it’s fine” I insisted “I’ll get them” “You are so sweet” Jane said as she stepped out of the bathroom in the new, dry Goodnite. “I just have to figure out what to do with this one.” She had pulled the bag from the bathroom waste can. From the weight of it the wet diaper was clearly inside. “Give it to me, I’ll take care of it” I told her. “I owe you one Peter. I know I’ve said this like a thousand times today but you really are a good friend!” With that she handed me the bag and kissed me on the cheek. But once again, we’re just friends. Chapter 8: Delivery! I tossed the bag into the dumpster in a nearby parking lot. I resisted the urge to hold onto it, figuring it would smell up the car pretty fast. Though, I do have to admit to opening the bag and admiring the sodden contents one more time. As I walked into the store I had a moment of trepidation. I knew I shouldn’t be embarrassed by what I was about to do. Certainly no one would assume a pack of girl’s Goodnites was for me. But still, much like a young husband sent to buy feminine hygiene products for the first time, I felt slightly awkward. I scoped out the store hoping to not see anyone I knew. Once I was satisfied I wasn’t going to bump into a friend, or worse my mom (imagine explaining that one!), I made my way to the diaper aisle. Searching among the packs of pull ups and baby diapers I found the Goodnites. I picked up a pack of Girls L-XL and headed for the check out. I paid for my purchase and made it out of the store without incident. I put the bag in my back seat and headed back to Jane’s house. Then, as I turned onto the street to Jane’s house, disaster struck! Her mom’s car was parked in the driveway. She was home from work! I pulled down the street to the cul-de-sac and parked my car. Pulling out my phone I texted Jane. ‘Does your mom know?’ It took just a minute for her to reply. ‘No! But what are we going to do now?’ I thought about simply sticking the Goodnites in my backpack and knocking on the door, pretending I was there to study. But Jane’s mother didn’t like unexpected visitors and I had never come over to study unannounced before. Looking up the street I had an idea. ‘Has your mom checked the mail?’ I texted ‘Yes’ came the reply I retrieved the package of from the back seat, opened it and pulled out a single Goodnite. Starting the car I approached Jane’s house. Praying her mom wasn’t looking out the window, I opened the mailbox and shoved the pull-up inside. ‘Check the mail’ I texted Jane once I had reached the end of the street It wasn’t until I got home later that night that Jane texted her reply. ‘I got it and put it in the pack with the others. Thank you! I think I’m safe now. See you in the AM’ I laid down and drifted off to sleep, my head flooded with the events of the previous day.
Chapter 9: The Late Night Call I was jolted awake by the sound of my phone ringing. “Umm.. ‘ello?” I said half awake, who could be calling this late? “Peter you’ve got to get over here” It was Jane and she sounded frantic. “Right now?” blurry eyed, I glanced at my clock. It was 2:05. “I know it’s late, please Peter, mom found out…. I don’t know how… but she’s gone too far this time… I’m running away..” Jane sounded absolutely desperate. “Are you sure?” I asked, now fully awake. “Peter if you don’t come get me I’m afraid of what she might do… Or what I might do….” This sounded bad. “Don’t do anything, I’ll be right there” I told her as I pulled on some clothes. I quietly crept down the stairs and out to my car, my parents aren’t anywhere near as bad as Jane’s mom, but they still wouldn’t be pleased with me going out at this hour. The drive to Jane’s house seemed a lot quicker than normal. It seemed as if mere seconds passed as I pulled onto her darkened street. I cut my headlights off and parked across from her house. I pulled out my phone to let Jane know I was here, but what I saw next caused me to drop it in surprise. Jane was running across the lawn towards my car wearing nothing but a diaper! I opened the door and she jumped in. “She took all my clothes… “Jane managed between sobbing gasps “…Locked them up…. She knew …I don’t know how. …she knew ….she knew” Suddenly the front porch light came on. “Go! Go!” Jane screamed. I floored the gas. Then the unbelievable happened, the engine died. “Peter, please!!” Jane pleaded. I turned the key. The engine roared to life and promptly died again. “Peter!” Jane was looking towards her house. I looked too and saw her mom bolting across the yard. “PETER GO!!!!” Jane howled. I desperately turned the key. The engine made only a feeble sound. Jane’s mom reached the car and pounded on the window. “Get in the house right now young lady!” She yelled. “Mom, please no….” Jane sobbed “I… I… I.. I’m sorrrry!” “Oh you’ll be sorry all right! And you will be too Peter if you try to leave here. I’ll call the police and tell them you kidnapped my daughter. Just what do you think will happen when they pull you over and she’s dressed like that….” I could tell she meant business. My car seemed to be conspiring with her too, it wasn’t going anywhere at the time. I thought about making a run for it, I certainly could outrun a middle aged woman who wasn’t in the best shape to begin with. But then I realized that would mean leaving Jane alone with her. She certainly couldn’t run in her current state, I noticed she didn’t even have on any shoes. I opened my door. Jane looked betrayed. “Come on.” I said gently “If I come in she wouldn’t dare do anything too bad” Jane got out and I took her hand and we walked across the yard together. I hoped Jane didn’t notice the lights in the surrounding houses that had come on and the eyes peering from behind multiple curtains. Chapter 10: Return to Jane’s House I walked into the living room and sat in the same spot I had just earlier that day. I had been secretly pleased to see Jane in her diaper then, but now… I felt horrible, this was just too much. Jane walked in and sat on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow she tried to cover herself. Her mom entered next and without a word walked past Jane, grabbed the throw pillow, and tossed it into the corner of the room. “Mom!” Jane shrieked, bending in half to cover her once again naked state. “Sit up straight Jane” her mom ordered “Babies don’t care about being naked!” Jane sat up, leaving her tiny breasts and diapered bottom on display. “Mom I’m not…” Jane started. “A baby?” her mom finished “Well what do you call someone who wets their pants and diapers? And then LIES about it to their mother?!? What would you call that Peter?” She suddenly turned to me. Did she expect me to answer? “I… uh.. I don’t know?” I stammered. “Well, I know… I call that person a BABY!” she spat out the words. Jane meanwhile sat on the couch, naked and crying. “Do you know what this baby did?” Jane’s mom said still talking to me “The BABY peed her diaper and then tried to HIDE it from me!” “But I guess you know that don’t you…” she continued “The way I figure it Jane couldn’t have done this on her own… She doesn’t have a car… So someone would have had to get the extra diaper for her.. And since you are her only friend to speak of…” She left the statement unfinished. I had no idea what to say, fortunately Jane’s mom didn’t seem to expect an answer. She turned back to Jane “Get over here now!” “Mom not now, not in front of Peter” Jane pleaded “I promise you this… If you ever want to see Peter again you will get over here now!” Jane stood up and slowly walked towards her mother. I held my breath unwilling to believe what was about to happen. With one fell motion Jane’s mom grabbed her, pulled her over her knee and yanked off her diaper. “Wetting yourself? Lying?? Running away??” Jane’s mom exclaimed “I guess I really do have a baby here instead of the young lady I thought I had.” With that her hand flashed into the air and she started furiously spanking Jane’s bare bottom. Every fantasy I had ever had was coming true before my eyes, but instead of being elated I felt sick to my stomach. Jane’s mom stopped and stood Jane up. Jane quickly retrieved the Goodnite, her sole piece of dignity, from the floor and put it on. “So Peter,” Jane’s mom turned her attention back to me “I assume I am right about you helping my daughter lie to me?” I didn’t know what else to say. “Yes mam” I said quietly. “So you get my daughter home late one night and then help her lie to me the very next day?” At that moment, I tried stupidly to take the fall. “Please mam, it was my fault… the lie I mean… I was getting Jane a dry Goodnite from the pack in her room and..” Jane’s eyes went wide. I realized my mistake. “So you were at the house with her alone? What else did you do that I don’t know about? Is she pregnant?” “What?? No, no mam. We’re just friends” I tried to explain. “Still, you were here unsupervised with my young daughter. How do I know you didn’t force yourself on her?” “Mom, he didn’t..” Jane tried to interject. “Be quiet child, unless you want another spanking…. with the paddle!” her mom snapped. Jane shrank back on to the couch in silence. “So as I said Peter, you have spent I don’t know how many days alone here with my daughter. Who knows what you could have been doing to her! I doubt you know this but I have quite a few friends in the police department, all it would take would be a call. Who knows what I might tell them… Maybe that I came home and found you forcing yourself on her… that she won’t say anything because you threatened her. Like I said I have friends…” I sat there staring in shock and disbelief, words failed to come. Was she serious? Certainly the charges would never stick. But they could make my life very inconvenient for a while. And innocent people have gone to jail before… “Where are they?” her mom asked. “Where are what?” I hesitated, not wanting to know the answer. “The rest of the diapers you bought for Jane? I assume you bought a whole pack? Where are they?” she repeated. “In my car” I answered “Go get them please” I walked slowly to my car, again considering making a run for it. But Jane’s mom’s threats seemed real to me. After everything I had witnessed I was sure she had no problem following through. I retrieved the open package from my car and went back into the house. “Put one on” Jane’s mom said simply as I walked back into the room. “What? No!” I exclaimed “Look Jane has her own pack up in her room.” she explained “The way I see it you paid for these so they must be yours. So put one on. ” She’s not kidding, I thought. Hardly believing what I was about to do I pulled a Goodnite out of the package and headed towards the hall bathroom. “No, put it on here” Jane’s mom commanded. “Here? I can’t… You can’t…” Now I was the one stammering. “I can, unless you want me to make that call.” Still in complete disbelief I undid my pants and pulled them down, followed by my boxers. I stepped into the diaper and pulled it on. It was way too small for me and stretched uncomfortably around my groin. “Shirt off too!” her mom stated flatly. I pulled my shirt over my head. Now I too was left standing in just a diaper. I dared not look at Jane, sure she had seen me naked just a few hours ago, but this was different. “Now, look, I have two babies” her mom mocked. “Except one of my naughty babies hasn’t been punished yet!” I heard Jane gasp. Surely she didn’t mean…. “Come over here Peter..” As if they were moving under their own power I felt my legs carrying me towards where she sat. Before I knew what was happening she had grabbed me and pulled me over her lap. She allowed me to leave the diaper on at least, though I wasn’t sure why. ‘Whack!’ Her hand came down. I braced myself for the sting but it didn’t really hurt. In fact I didn’t feel a thing! ‘Whack!’ came another blow. Perhaps it’s the padding? No, I didn’t feel anything at all! This was very strange! ‘Whack’ This woman must be really weak! But something didn’t seem right. She had spanked Jane hard enough to make her pee herself! Surely I should feel something… Then as that very thought crossed my mind I did feel something. Not another blow, but a warmness spreading through the front of my diaper. I was wetting myself! But how? Everything went dark… I was confused… I wasn’t over Jane’s mom’s lap anymore… In fact I didn’t see Jane anywhere around... I wasn’t even at her house… It was mine… I was in my room… A dream… It was all a dream… I had never received a desperate call from Jane… Or rushed to her house… Or been spanked by her mom… But one thing remained.. That warm feeling was still there… I knew it all too well… For the first time in years… I had wet my bed! Chapter 11: Peter’s Predicament I had wet the bed! I sat up in shock and pulled the covers back. My boxers were soaked, the bed was soaked. The mattress… oh the mattress… It had absolutely no protection, I had no reason, I hadn’t done this in what? Four years? At least? Well, I better deal with it I thought to myself it’s not like I can expect my mom to do it at my age. I made my way into the bathroom and turned the water on as hot as it would go. As steam started to fill the room I dropped my soaked boxers on the floor and stepped into the shower. Letting the water cascade over me, I thought about my predicament. Why had I wet my bed? After all these years? Certainly it had something to with that dream…. My thoughts drifted to the dream, Jane in diapers running across the yard, then over her mother’s knee.. Then ME over her mother’s knee! It was quite the dream I reasoned, even I hadn’t wet the bed there was no doubt I would still been changing at least my boxers. I shut the water off and stepped out wrapping a towel around my waist. I gathered my wet boxers from the floor and then picked up a couple extra towels and a can of air freshener before going out the door. Once I was back in my room and dressed I felt much better. The shower had left me feeling refreshed, but I was afraid my mattress had not faired quite so well. Cleaning up had never been a problem before. When I was wetting frequently I always wore some kind of ‘protection’ and I also had a plastic sheet on my bed. If I leaked, or went to bed without my Goodnite on, mom would just come in and strip the sheets and put them in the laundry. I pulled the sheets off my bed and then took the towels and tried to dry the mattress. I scrubbed and patted and blotted to no avail. Having no idea what else to do I took the air freshener and sprayed the entire contents of the can onto the mattress, then flipped it over. With any luck no one would turn that mattress again for many many years, hopefully long after I had moved out of the house. Taking my wet sheets down to the laundry I was grateful not to run into my parents or my younger sister. It wasn’t until I returned to my room later to gather my things for school that I noticed my cell phone was flashing. It was a text message from Jane… ‘OMG Peter! She knows!!!’ The time stamp on the message was 2:05 AM. The line between dreams and reality suddenly became blurred.
Chapter 12: What REALLY Happened at Jane’s House Any doubts that my dream was any more than just that were dismissed as soon as I stepped into my car and turned the key, sparking the engine to life. Of course it was crazy to think that it could have been real. The timing of Jane’s message was either a coincidence or had somehow subconsciously sparked my dream. However, I wondered what HAD taken place at Jane’s house last night. I didn’t have to wait long to find out the answer. Jane was waiting by my locker, fully clothed of course. “Peter you are not going to believe this!” she exclaimed without even a ‘good morning’. She grabbed my elbow and pulled me into an empty classroom. “What happened?” I asked “I got your message, how did she find out?” “I don’t know!” Jane said bewildered “After I got your uhh.. ‘delivery’ out of the mailbox I took it up to my room and put it in the package with the others right away. Then last night before bedtime I took my dry one off and gave it to her just like I was supposed to. She asked for the package, I knew she would, she counted them and then handed me a new one. By the time I went bed I was sure we had gotten away with it” Jane took a deep breath and then continued “I was almost asleep when she came into my room and turned the lights on. She just looked at me and said ‘where is it?’ At that point I honestly had no idea what she was talking about! Then she said ‘Your diaper. I assume you peed in it before you hid it? ‘ I was in such shock I didn’t know what to say!” I could see Jane was trying not to cry as she told me the story “Then she yanked my blanket off and pulled me out of my bed… and well you can probably guess what happened next?” “Another spanking?” I said trying to sound sympathetic. “Yes!” Jane wasn’t about to cry any more, now she looked angry! “And I swear this one was worse than the last one! I didn’t think she was going to stop! At least I didn’t pee on her this time!” “That’s good” I said, amazed that at least part of my dream had actually occurred. “But then… then…” Jane’s voice increased an octave “This is the crazy part. She said since I couldn’t keep my Goodnite dry… and since I hid it from her…. I had to wear... this...” With that she lifted the ankle length dress she was wearing just far enough to expose what she had on underneath. I had to stop myself from audibly gasping. Jane was no longer wearing a Goodnite. Where I saw pink and purple butterflies yesterday I now saw something much less… decorative. “Is that a...” I whispered. “It’s a diaper” Jane confirmed, “a REAL diaper! Like babies wear! Well, this one’s for adults… But still! I’ve never had to wear one of these before! I don’t even know where she got it from!” It was hard telling. “Your mom really is a ‘B’!” I said. “Tell me about it!” Jane rolled her eyes. Just then the five minute warning bell rang. As we left the empty room and made our way to class, I couldn’t help but steal a glance or two (or three) at Jane’s diapered butt. To every other kid in the hallway the diaper would have been unnoticeable. But since I knew they were there…. Well, let’s just say her butt was cuter that day than ever before, for someone who is just a friend that is…. Chapter 13: The Plan One thing was for sure. If this fiasco between Jane and her mother continued for much longer it was going to have a definite effect on MY grades. For the second day in a row I found myself completely unable to concentrate in class. I just hoped that Jane would tell me more at lunch. The first thing I noticed as we sat down at the same secluded corner table was that Jane was not eating. “Not hungry?” I asked, assuming that she was probably too stressed to eat. “No I’m starving!” Jane corrected me “I haven’t ate or drank anything all day!” “Why?” I really wasn’t thinking it through this time. “Well this… thing… I’m wearing, I can’t exactly just take it off and go to the bathroom can I? What goes in has to some out and I prefer for it not to come out in there…” She said rolling her eyes downward. The full reality of the situation suddenly hit me. “You mean she expects you to use it?” I said, stating what now was obvious. “Yes! And I can’t even change until she gets home! She said since I was just going to wet myself anyway she could at least keep me from hiding it from her!” “Oh my goodness Jane! That’s horrible!” I was genuinely concerned for my friend “How long do you have to do this for?” “Just for today, thankfully” Jane replied “She said that if I learned my lesson today I could get my Goodnites back tomorrow. I never thought I would be glad to have THOSE back!” “Well still, you can’t starve yourself all day.” I reasoned with her “You’ll faint! Don’t you remember seventh grade?” Back in seventh grade Jane had really wanted a CD by a certain popular boy band. Her mom had refused to buy it for her so Jane came up with a plan where she would skip lunch each day and by the end of the week have enough money for the CD. The result, however, was that near end of the second day Jane passed out during math class and had to be taken to the nurse (she had incidentally wet her pants then too). Her mom had to be called and when she found out what Jane had been doing she was furious. Looking back on it I am certain Jane had gotten spanked that day as well. “You don’t want to pass out again.” I told Jane “And you have to drink something, you could get dehydrated and REALLY sick” “Okay.. Okay..” Jane relented. She went through the lunch line and returned a few minutes later with an apple and a bottle of water. “Happy?” she asked. “Extremely” I replied, well at least it was better than her eating nothing at all I guess. After Jane had eaten her apple and drank her bottle of water we said good bye and headed to our separate classes. When I saw Jane after school got out she looked rather distressed. “Why did you make me drink that water?” she said through gritted teeth. “I didn’t want you to get sick” I reminded her “Do you have to…” “Yes!” Jane said with a note of urgency “Come on let’s just get to your car!” Several times on the way to the parking lot Jane stopped and seemed to be composing herself. Finally, when we got to the car she started bouncing up and down on the edge of her seat. “Why? Why did I drink that water? Why did I listen to you?” Jane cried. “I’m sorry” I said “I was trying to look out for you” “I have to PEE so BAD!” Jane moaned, losing all pretense of dignity. “Look” I reasoned “Just go. It probably won’t be that bad. Your mom will be home soon and you can change.” I wasn’t sure if I was telling her this because I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable or because I secretly relished the idea of Jane wetting her diaper in the seat right beside me. Jane continued to fidget and bounce in the seat as we drove to her house. At one point she got very still and quiet. I wondered if she had finally lost the battle, but I dared not ask. I didn’t know how she planned on making it anyway; it was bound to happen eventually. As I pulled up in front of her house Jane turned to me. “Peter?” she said quietly “Can you come in for a bit? I need your help with something” “Certainly” I told her “What do you need help with?” “I’ll tell you once we get inside” Jane replied in almost a whisper. Not quite sure what was coming next I followed Jane inside. Chapter 14: Jane’s Request Once in the house Jane turned to me. “Mom took certain ‘measures’ to make sure I couldn’t take my diaper off by myself” Jane was looking at the floor her cheeks red, “I.. I.. have to go to the bathroom real bad. If I just had to pee, I would probably just go…. but I’ve got to… do something else” “Oh, I see” I said. I was still not sure what she exactly wanted me to do. “Well there is no way I can do THAT in my diapers. I mean… I know I’ve had lots of accidents before, but I’ve never… well I’ve always just wet myself, nothing else.” Jane couldn’t even say the word. “So what do you want me to do?” I asked. “Well…” Jane hesitated “….I can’t believe I’m asking you this!” “Jane, we’re best friends! I would do anything for you!” I said, she probably had no idea how much I meant that. “If you can help me…” Jane was still struggling with the words “If you can help me take this thing off I can go in and use the bathroom and then you can put it back on me.” She finished the last part quickly still looking at the floor, still blushing furiously. “Are you sure, if your mother finds out….” I said skeptically. “I know, I know” Jane knew what I was thinking “I can’t even imagine what she would do next! I’d probably have to wear these things the rest of my life!” “Well I doubt it would be that bad. Still I wouldn’t want to test her.” I said. Images of my dream last night came to my mind. “I’m just going to have to risk it” Jane said with resolve. “There is NO WAY I’m going to…. you know… in a diaper” “Okay” I told her “Just tell me what to do” I followed Jane into the living room where she hiked her dress up above her waist. That’s when I noticed something strange. “Isn’t that on backwards?” I asked. “Mom did that so it would be harder for me to take off” Jane explained “And look she marked the tapes so there would be no way I could line them back up even if I did get it off” Jane turned around and showed me the back. Sure enough there was a marker line through each tape and onto the diaper itself. Jane went over and laid belly down on the couch with her dress bunched up under her and her diaper fully exposed. “Peter please hurry” Jane said suddenly “I can’t last much longer” All her modesty and embarrassment earlier seemed to be eclipsed by her desperation. Completely stunned by what I was about to do I went over and started carefully undoing the tapes. “Peter hurry!” Jane said again. That’s when I realized something else shocking. The diaper was almost completely dry! Jane had somehow managed to hold it in all this time, a feat especially amazing for her! I undid the last tape and Jane made a mad dash for the bathroom. After about ten minutes she reemerged with a relieved look on her face. “Thank you Peter” she said looking relieved, “I feel much better now” She walked over and laid back down on the couch. “All right, put it back on me. But be careful to get it lined up exactly right.” Jane instructed. As I went to pull the diaper up between her legs I noticed her bottom was slightly red and sore looking. “Gosh, your mom really did a number on you last night” I commented. “I know, please just put the diaper on me” Jane responded suddenly seeming embarrassed again to be seen like that. I finished taping the diaper onto her making sure all the lines matched perfectly. “You know Jane” I said as she stood up and let her dress fall covering her diaper “I was thinking… Your mom probably EXPECTS you to be wet when she gets home. I mean she’s bound to know there’s no way you could make it a whole day without going. Don’t you think she might be upset if you are dry?” “Oh no! I hadn’t even thought about that!” Jane exclaimed “That’s probably what she meant by ‘learn my lesson’ ! Oh well, there’s only one thing to do!” With that she went to the refrigerator and grabbed a large bottle of soda and downed it on the spot. Chapter 15: Jane's Desperate Struggle An hour later I looked on in shock as Jane finished off her fourth large bottle of soda. “C’mon, C’mon…. Darn it!” Jane cried spreading her feet apart and bending her knees slightly. The effort Jane was putting into her task was etched across her face. “I… just… can’t…” Jane said, sounding defeated. “I’ve peed my pants, what? At least a thousand times!” she complained “And now that I need to, I just can’t go! Why won’t my bladder cooperate at least once?” “I don’t know, I guess it’s just harder to pee on command.” I replied. Jane dropped all pretense of modesty and lifted her skirt displaying her bone dry diaper. She glared down at the offensive garment as she began massaging her bladder willing it to release its contents. “I guess after so many years of having it pounded into my head that I’m not to pee in my pants it’s just not that easy” Jane admitted. “I have an idea” I offered “Maybe you can trick your bladder into thinking it’s time to go. Since you are normally in the bathroom when you pee maybe you should try it in there. ” “I’ll try anything at this point!” Jane said in desperation. She walked out of the room towards the bathroom in the hall. A few minutes later I heard her calling my name. “Peter! Can you come in here please?” “Yes?” I asked stopping outside the door. “No, come in here!” Jane pleaded. I pushed open the door and for the second time, in the same bathroom, was amazed at what I saw. Jane was sitting on the toilet in just her diaper and her bra, the dress she had been wearing was laying discarded on the floor. Seeing the shocked look on my face Jane blushed slightly. “I didn’t want to take a chance on getting my dress wet.” Jane explained “If I accidently dipped it in the toilet I figured mom might know I was in here.” Figuring it was not the right time to ask her if this was a regular problem, I stood there wondering why she had called me. “Can you run some water” Jane asked answering my unspoken question. “I thought it might help me go.” I walked over and turned the knob on the tap allowing cold water to splash down into the sink. Jane closed her eyes and bore down trying to force any small amount of liquid into the padding between her legs. I wondered if I should leave and give her some privacy, but decided to stay and provide ‘moral support’ instead. “Just relax” I offered “Let it come naturally, you’re trying too hard” Jane didn’t seem to mind my continued presence. “It’s not that easy” Jane responded. However, I could tell she had stopped pushing and her expression relaxed. “Good, now just take some deep breaths and listen to the sound of the water” I prodded her gently “That’s it breathe… breathe…” “Are you trying to help me pee or have a baby?” Jane laughed. That did the trick, as I heard a hiss and looked down to see the wetness spreading through Jane’s diaper. The two yellow strips on the front of the diaper turned blue as Jane kept peeing. She peed for what seemed like several minutes before she finally stopped. As Jane stood up the diaper sagged heavily between her legs. “Gosh, I am soaked! I sure hope my mom gets home soon so I can change!” she exclaimed. Suddenly she looked panicked “My mom! Peter! She’s going to be home any minute! You have to get out of here!” “Okay, I’ll see you at school tomorrow!” I said quickly, stealing one last glance at Jane in her sodden diaper. As I rushed out the door I couldn’t help but think how cute she looked standing there soaking wet. Really cute, that is, for someone who’s just a friend of course. I started my car quickly and drove down the street. As I came to the end of the block Jane’s mom drove past me in her car. I looked the other way hoping she wouldn’t notice me. Chapter 16: Peter's Predicament Thoughts of Jane and her mother faded from my mind as I got home and faced my own problems. As I entered my room the strong smell of air freshener nearly bowled me over. I had almost forgotten about my little accident last night, I sure hoped it was a one-time thing. “Peter!” I jumped as my dad knocked on the door. “My gosh Peter!” Dad gagged “What is that smell?” “Air freshener” I replied, not sure what else to say. “What have you done? Taken up smoking?” Dad said, elbowing me in the ribs. He was kidding of course, Dad knew me better than that. “No, no” I reassured him “I, uh, found some old food I must have left in here. It really smelled bad, I guess I over did it with the air freshener!” “Yeah, I would say so! Anyway dinner is ready, come on down.” He seemed to buy it, at least I hoped. Still I opened a window before heading downstairs for supper. Nothing else was said about my room or the smell of it for the rest of the evening. I figured my dad had not even given it a second thought. Still I WAS thinking about it. Though I was certain I wouldn’t wet my bed again tonight I couldn’t help but worry. I had already ruined one side of my mattress, if I wet the other side I’d get found out for sure. My mom still changed my sheets sometimes and if she saw the stain on my bed….. Well I didn’t even want to think about that! I had to find some way to protect the mattress. The plastic sheet that I used to keep on my bed had been thrown out years ago, so that wasn’t an option… I didn’t have any Goodnites either. Unlike Jane’s mom mine hadn’t seen a reason to keep them around once I stopped wetting. I think she gave all the leftover ones to one of my younger cousins. I sure wished I had one now… But wait! I did! The Goodnites I had bought for Jane were still in the back of my car! They were girl’s Goodnites of course, but still it seemed my only option, and a better one than wetting the bed again. I went out to the car and retrieved a Goodnite from the pack. I tucked it into the waistband of my pants and pulled my shirt down over it. After throwing my jacket back over the pack I went back in the house and up to my room. I shut and locked my door before pulling the Goodnite out. Turning it over in my hand I examined it. It’s just like underwear I tried to tell myself. Pink underwear with butterflies on it that is! But no one would see me, I reasoned. Still I couldn’t help but feel slightly awkward as I slipped off my pants and boxers and pulled on the undergarment. The fit was rater snug. I guess I had grown a bit since I last wore one of these, I thought. ‘It will have to do’ I told myself reasoning that I probably wouldn’t even need it. Before bed, however, I tucked a towel under my sheets just in case… I woke up the next morning to the jarring sound of my alarm clock. It took me a minute to come out of my haze and remember what I was wearing. Not recalling any particularly racy dreams from last night I pulled back my blanket. Sure enough I was completely…… dry. I let out a sigh of relief. I wasn’t becoming a bedwetter again after all. However I couldn’t help but feel a tad bit disappointed. The conflicting feelings confused me. I knew I was glad to not have to deal with bedwetting again, especially when I was off to college in a few short months. But still, something about it intrigued me. I had always known that Jane’s accidents interested me, but I had never thought about having one of my own. The last time I wet the bed I was fourteen and I had NEVER done it on purpose. The thought somehow appealed to me though and I wasn’t sure why. ‘What could it hurt?’ I thought. After all I was wearing a Goodnite, I might as well use it for its purpose. I relaxed and released my bladder. The flow started almost immediately, I was surprised at how easy it was. ‘See Jane’ I thought to myself ‘it’s not so hard!’ I finished peeing and got out of bed. Immediately I noticed two wet spots on my sheets. Feeling the back of my boxers I confirmed my fear. I had leaked! Silently kicking myself I pulled the sheets from bed. Luckily my backup plan had worked, the towel was wet but the mattress was dry. I went into the bathroom and tore open the sides of the soaked Goodnite. It plopped to the floor with a wet squish. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. After my shower I took the wet Goodnite and tied it in a plastic bag. I gathered my wet sheets and headed down to the laundry room hoping no one would find it strange I was washing sheets two days in a row. Then I went back to my room and got my school things. As I left the house I tossed the plastic bag with my wet Goodnite in the curbside can. Fortunately it was trash day and all the evidence of my morning experiment would soon be gone. Chapter 17: Jane Relieved Arriving at school I wondered how Jane had fared last night. My question was soon answered when I arrived at her locker. She greeted me with a big smile. “Well you seem to be in a much better mood!” I observed. “I’m a big kid now!” Jane quipped. “What?” I said, confused by her comment. “I got my Goodnites back!” Jane whispered. “I would never have thought I would be happy to say that, but given the alternative….” “So you got away with it?” I asked “Your mom didn’t suspect anything?” “Nope! She came in and saw how wet my diaper was and just assumed I had been using it all day! She almost seemed sorry for making me wear it.” Jane said keeping her voice low. “But not sorry enough to keep her from putting another one on me” she added ruefully “I just got these back this morning” “She didn’t see me leaving then?” I checked “I passed her on the way out” “She didn’t mention it, I’m glad you left when you did though. Imagine what she would have done if she came in and you were there with me standing in just a wet diaper!” “Yeah, imagine” I said simply, remembering my dream from two nights ago. The rest of the day was uneventful. Besides catching a few glimpses of Jane’s Goodnite sticking out of her pants nothing much exciting occurred. One time I thought I saw another girl looking at it too, so being a good friend I grabbed Jane’s shirt and tugged it down. After school we got in the car and headed towards Jane’s house. For the first time in days neither Jane’s accidents or subsequent punishments came up in our conversation. That is until we got to Jane’s house. “Peter do you still have those Goodnites you bought?” Jane asked timidly. CHAPTER 18: The Discovery “They’re in the back seat” I replied “Why?” “Mom asked about them this morning.” Jane said, adding “Don’t worry I didn’t tell her you bought them for me.” “I told her that I walked to the drug store down on the corner and picked them up myself” she explained “She said since I spent my money on them I might as well not let them go to waste. So I have to keep wearing these things until both packs are gone. It doubled my punishment but I’m not going to complain after yesterday.” As I handed Jane the pack of Goodnites from my back seat a thought occurred to me. “Did you ever figure out how your mom knew you had switched them before?” I asked. “No, I wish I did.” Jane replied “You want to come in for a bit? I promise I don’t have any unpleasant tasks for you today!” “Sure thing” I replied. Unbeknownst to her I didn’t find her ‘tasks’ unpleasant in the least. Once inside the house Jane set the bag of Goodnites down on the coffee table. “I guess I’m lucky my mom didn’t ask to see them” she stated “I have no idea what I would have done then!” “Yeah, lucky” I replied looking at the bag of Goodnites on the table. I was still pondering how Jane got caught two days ago. Remembering how Jane’s mom had ‘secured’ Jane’s diaper yesterday gave me an idea. “Jane, can I see one of your Goodnites?” I asked suddenly. “The ones you already had I mean.” “I don’t have them” Jane responded “Mom has them locked in her closet. I guess she doesn’t trust me anymore, she’s giving them to me one at a time. Why do you want to see them anyway?” “I think I might know how your mom found out we switched them” I explained. “There is the one you have on…” “You want to see me in this thing again?” Jane looked at me strangely “Honestly Peter sometimes I think you LIKE seeing me in diapers!” “No, no nothing like that!” I hurried to correct her “It’s just I think I know how your mom found out what we did…. Don’t you want to know?” “I guess…” Jane said reluctantly “But this is the last time I give you an eyeful for a while, understand?” “Jane, honestly I don’t WANT to see you in a diaper” I lied “I’m just trying to help!” Jane stood up, unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down past her knees. “Well, do you see anything?” she asked somewhat impatiently. “Not yet” I said as I walked a full circle around her studying the Goodnite. I wasn’t seeing what I was looking for. I moved in closer so my face was only inches from Jane’s posterior. “What would you do if I cut one right now?” Jane teased, seeming to relax a bit. “Don’t even think about it!” I warned. It was exactly the kind of thing she would do! I reached out and ran my finger around the waist band of the Goodnite, folding it down slightly. “Peter!” Jane gasped. “Sorry, just checking something” I replied, letting go. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, which left only one possibility. “Jane you trust me right?” I asked. “The fact that I am standing here with my pants down to my knees should answer that!” Jane retorted. “I asked because I need to check something and you might find it a bit… uncomfortable” I explained. “I’m pretty sure I have reached my max on embarrassment the past couple of days” Jane replied “What do you need me to do?” “Sit down on the couch…” I started. “Okay..” Jane sat down “Now spread your knees apart” I finished. Jane just stared at me for a minute. Then slowly she spread her knees apart providing me with a clear view of the crotch of her diaper. I knelt down in front of her and fingered the elastic bands around her legs. “Peter this is getting kind of weird” Jane sounded slightly shocked. “There it is! I found it!” I exclaimed standing up. “Found what?” Jane asked quickly pulling her knees back together. “I’ll show you, do you have a hand mirror?” I inquired. “In the bathroom, do I have to leave my pants off?” Jane was starting to sound impatient. “Just for a minute” I responded as I left the room. I returned a minute later with the mirror. “Look right here” I pointed Jane parted her knees again as I positioned the mirror between them. There between the leg gathers of the Goodnite was a small hand drawn star. With the mystery solved Jane hurried to pull up her pants. “I knew my mom was sneaky, but this just brings it to a whole new level!” Jane said astounded. The rest of the afternoon was spent watching movies and eating snacks. I made sure to leave well before Jane’s mom was due home. Chapter 19: Peter's Purchace On the way home I started thinking about my own experiment with diapers earlier that day. The feeling of lying there in bed and just letting go went beyond description. It was something I was pretty sure I wanted to experience again. Too bad I had to give the Goodnites to Jane. ‘You know…’ I reasoned with myself ‘just because I didn’t wet the bed again last night doesn’t mean it won’t happen again… Maybe I should pick up something just in case.” I pulled my car into the parking lot of the same drug store that I had bought Jane’s Goodnites at just a couple days ago. This time my trepidation was somewhat mixed with feelings of excitement. Remembering that the Goodnites didn’t fit me very well I figured I should find something bigger. I thought about the ‘real’ diapers Jane had been made to wear. Immediately I knew that I wanted to try them. After making my way to the incontinence isle I searched through the various offerings. I settled on a pack of over-night, extra absorbent medium briefs and I made my way to the front. Secretly thanking the inventor of the self check-out I quickly made my purchase and left the store. Fortunately, when I arrived home I found the house to be empty. I carried the pack of diapers upstairs and hid them in my closet. Resisting the urge to open the package and put one on, I decided instead to wait until bed time. I hurried through dinner making idle conversation with my about school and such. After putting my plate in the sink I announced that I was tired and turning in early. Going up to my room I locked the door. Excited and somewhat nervous I retrieved the package from my closet. Pulling one ‘brief’ from the package I spread it out on my bed. Taping a diaper on myself proved to be quite a bit more difficult than putting the one on Jane the previous day. After readjusting the tapes several times I managed to get it on snugly. I pulled a pair of sweats on over top and climbed in bed. Just as I was getting comfortable my phone rang. “Hello?” I answered “Peter…” Jane’s voice came over the line in a whisper “There’s a Goodnite missing from the pack you gave me. What happened to it?”
Chapter 20: A Sleepless Night “Crap! Now what do I do?” I thought to myself. “Peter?” Jane whispered a bit louder “Are you there? I really need that Goodnite! Mom came up and asked for the second pack this evening and the first thing she did was count them! Where could it be?” “I uhmm.. I mean.. Uhmm… It uhmm.. It must have fallen out in the back of my car!” I immediately winced at the lie I had just told my best friend. “Well I hope so, I told Mom it must be under my bed or something.  I got lucky this time cause Mom’s got an early meeting tomorrow.  She just said I’d better find it or else and went off to bed.  I really don’t want to know what or else means Peter. PLEASE make sure you find it!” Jane pleaded “She probably won’t ask in the morning since she’s leaving early but I know she’ll be expecting me to have it when she gets home!” “Don’t worry, I’ll have it in the morning” I assured her. How exactly I was going to manage that I had no idea! “Thanks Peter, you’re a really good friend. You know sometimes I think that maybe we should… I mean that I… I mean you.. I mean your great Peter! You’re a great friend, good night!” Jane sounded obviously flustered. “Good night” I answered back as I hung up the phone.  ‘What was that all about?’ I wondered. But it didn’t really matter.  Whatever Jane trying to say, whatever she was about to confess, only one thing was on my mind.  I had just lied to my best friend.  I felt horrible! The diaper I was so excited about trying didn’t matter anymore.  I laid in bed thinking about what to do next.  I guess in the morning I would return the store, buy ANOTHER pack of Goodnites and take one out of that pack to give to Jane.  At least that will keep her out of trouble, I told myself. Still I felt bad.  Jane had been so open and honest with me about her bedwetting, her diapers, everything. But I just couldn’t tell her the reason the Goodnite was missing was that I had worn it. Still, if she knew I had had an accident maybe she wouldn’t feel so bad about her own. And I knew she wouldn’t think any less of me.  Being completely honest though I hadn’t just worn that Goodnite because I was afraid of another accident.  And I certainly had wet it on accident.  I definitely couldn’t tell Jane THAT part!  I tossed and turned the rest of the night trying to decide what to do.  I had barely closed my eyes when I was jarred awake by my alarm clock. Chapter 21: The Confession I sat up in bed a shut off my alarm.  It took me a minute to remember what I was wearing.  I pulled back the covers. The diaper was completely dry.  I was definitely not becoming a bed wetter again. However this morning I didn’t feel like using my diaper.  I just tore it off, balled it up, and shoved it into the bottom of my waste basket.  I stepped into the shower still dwelling on the lie I had told Jane the night before. Jane trusted me so much and I hadn’t trusted her at all.  As I finished up my shower I became resolved at what I had to do.  I would tell Jane the truth.  Well, most of it anyway. I would tell her about my accident and that I had tried one of the Goodnites.  I would leave out the details of the dream that had caused the accident and any ulterior reasons I had for wearing one the next night.  I got dressed and hid the dry balled up diaper in the bottom of my book bag.  As I got in the car and pulled out of my driveway another realization hit me.  I could be honest with Jane but that still didn’t solve the problem with her mother.  Her mom was still expecting Jane to produce the Goodnite that afternoon.  If Jane’s mom found out I was the reason it was missing then she would know I had been involved. Then it would be just a few short dots for her connect that I had been at the house with Jane alone. That wouldn’t end well for either one of us! There was only one thing to do, I turned my car in the direction of the drug store. As I walked through the door of the store I realized if any employees had paid attention to my purchases over the past few days they probably thought we had a lot of bedwetters at my house!  Still, being that this was a drug store I doubt my purchase was all that unusual, they probably hadn’t even noticed.   When I got to the diaper aisle it became apparent exactly how ‘not unusual’ my purchase really was! The shelf for girl’s L-XL Goodnites was empty! Apparently there were a lot more people out there wetting their beds than I realized! My mind wandered for a moment wondering if any of the other girls at my school had purchased the other packs.  Still, this was a problem, I was supposed to be in school in 15 minutes and I had no Goodnite to give to Jane! I’d just have to figure something out later, getting detention for being late would certainly not improve the situation. I got to school, parked the car and enterd the building with only a few minutes to spare.  Jane was waiting by my locker. “Oh thank goodness Peter” Jane exclaimed “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.  If you were absent today I don’t know what I would have done! Please tell me you have the uhmm… thing!” “It’ll be fine” I said trying to avoid lying again. “You did find it…” Jane started to look worried. “We’ll talk at lunch” I replied “We got to get to class” “Peter….” Jane started, but was cut off by the bell. We both hurried off to our first class. I wasn’t looking forward to lunch today. I tried to avoid talking with Jane until lunch time.  I ducked into the bathroom between classes and said I had to go back to my locker for something I forgot.  I hoped Jane didn’t think was mad at her. When lunch finally rolled around I guided Jane over to a table in the far corner of the cafeteria. “All right Peter, what’s going on?” Jane sounded perturbed “Your acting pretty weird. Did you find the freakin’ diaper or what?” “I didn’t find it” I started, Jane’s expression went from annoyed to worried. “I didn’t find it, because I couldn’t” I continued. “What do you mean you couldn’t?” Jane was sounding panicked again “You’ve got to find it Peter, you got to look again! Do you KNOW what’s going to happen to me if I don’t have it when Mom gets home this afternoon? She said that I would…” “Look there’s no point in looking again” I said cutting her off “It’s not there!” “What do you mean it’s not there?” Jane replied “It’s got to be there it’s not like you used it or something!” “Well actually…” Jane’s eyes got wide “Peter! You mean you USED it? Why?!?” “Just listen!” I replied, “This hard for me to say, but I had an uhmm.. an accident the other night” “What do you mean an ‘accident’” Jane asked “is this that ‘boy thing’ we learned about in sex ed?” “No, like a REAL accident” I answered (she of all people should have known what I meant!) “Look” I explained “I had this dream and I woke and I had peed in my bed! I’m sorry I should have told you. I mean you told me about all your accidents” “Well maybe not all of them” Jane said blushing slightly “I’ve had those kinds of dreams too.  Was it the one where you think your sitting on the toilet only to wake up and find there was never a toilet at all, just your mattress?” “Yeah, that’s the one!” I said deciding that was a better option than telling her my REAL dream. “But you’ve told me about that, that you used to, you know… wet…” I reminded Jane. “No, I told you I used to wet the bed, like back when we were freshmen” Jane was blushing furiously now “I’ve had ‘those’ kind of dreams more recently, like this past summer” “Oh, okay” I said trying to sound like it wasn’t a big deal. “Anyway, I had several of these ‘incidents’ last summer” Jane went on “and that’s why my mom had the Goodnites still” “And why you have a plastic sheet on your bed” I said without thinking. “How do you know about that?” Jane looked mortified. “Sorry I didn’t mean to upset you” I assured her “When I went up to get your.. thing.. the other day I noticed. Really, it’s no big deal! I mean with everything else you’ve told me a plastic sheet is no big thing!” “I know” Jane admitted “It’s just that… Well I haven’t needed it for a while, well a few months at least,  Mom just hasn’t taken it off my bed yet.” “It’s fine!’ I repeated “I mean I wish I had one on my bed the other night! My mattress was completely soaked!” “So that’s why you wore one of my…” Jane said putting it all together. “Yes” I replied “I didn’t want to take a chance on ruining the other side of my mattress!” “But their girl’s Goodnites” Jane noted, “You mean you wore..” “It was better than the alternative” I stated flatly “Still I would have liked to have seen that!” she shot back. “That is NOT going to happen!” I replied emphatically. “But you’ve seen me in one” Jane gave me a fake pout. “Still….”  I said “Not going to happen!” “We’ll see about that” Jane responded. I wasn’t sure I liked that look in here eye. Chapter 22: The Search After school we headed out to my car. “You still owe me a Goodnite for the one you desecrated, Pee-ter” Jane teased. “Watch it” I warned “What’s that expression about the pot calling the kettle something? I’m the only one in the car wearing real underwear right now! Besides I’ll have you know I woke up dry the next morning, it was just a one time thing!” (That wasn’t a lie after all, I did WAKE UP dry!)  “Not fair!” Jane retorted “You know I don’t need these things! If it weren’t for my mom being such a ‘B’” “I know, I know” I assured her “I’m just giving you a hard time” “So you didn’t.. You know.. Wet again?” Jane asked timidly. “Nope, must have just been that dream!” I answered, trying to sound confident. “Oh, well that’s good…” Jane said, but I could have sworn there was a note of disappointment in her voice. “We do have to get you some more Goodnites” I told Jane as I pulled out of the parking lot. I told her about the drug store being out earlier that day. “Another pack??” Jane said incredulously “If we get caught I will end up having to go through THREE packs! She’ll probably pack them in my suitcase for college!” “What else can we do?  Do you really want to face her without one” I explained “Look, she couldn’t possibly have marked that pack, she didn’t know about it remember?” I went on “We’ll just go to another store, there’s got to be a half dozen around here that sell them, and buy another pack.  You can take one out and tell your mom you found it under your bed.  She’ll never know” “Okay” Jane sounded skeptical “But if I get caught again you’re wearing the third pack!” “Deal!” I said pulling into the parking lot of the local ‘big box’ store. Knowing we didn’t have much time before Jane’s mom would get home we walked into the store and made our way immediately to the diaper aisle.  I couldn’t believe my eyes! The shelf where the Goodnites should have been was completely empty!  Had every girl in town suddenly lost control of their bladder?  Jane looked panicked. “Don’t worry!” I told Jane “We have four more stores to try between here and your house” Stores two and three didn’t prove any more helpful. Store four had bedwetter pants but only in a generic brand. Deciding that a bedwetting epidemic must have overcome the area we headed for the last store a small ‘mom and pop’ place. “We might as well just give up” Jane sounded defeated “Mom is going to be home in 15 minutes, I might as well head home. If I’m late AND don’t have my Goodnite she’ll probably just murder me right there!” “Let’s just make a quick check” I reasoned “We’re only 3 minutes from your house and you never know what you’ll find in these places!” Boy was I ever right.  The shelves of the store were the strangest assortment of items you had ever seen.  There were spaghetti strainers next to the motor oil and 35mm film (do people still use that?) in between the canned soup and the cat litter.  “We’ll never find them in here! Even if they do have them! Jane exclaimed. “Let’s just ask!” I pleaded. “Ask??” Jane exclaimed “I am NOT going to ask for those ‘things’!” “Fine then I’ll do it” I said walking to the front of the store. There was an elderly gentlemen standing behind the counter.  Jane hung back looking embarrassed. “Excuse me sir” I said quietly “Do you have any Goodnites?” “What’s that” the old man looked confused. Keeping my voice low for Jane’s sake I explained “You know they’re for bedwetting, a kind of protection?” “Oh you mean diapers?” the old man exclaimed way to loud “For big kids? Well I guess you ain’t a kid are you?” He thought they were for me! Jane looked as if she were about to cry so I didn’t bother to correct him. “Yeah, I think we got some of them in the back of the store, want me to show you?” he offered. “No thanks, we’ll find them” I answered.  I didn’t think Jane would appreciate the extra company. We made our way to the back of the store.  Searching the dusty shelves we finally came upon what we were looking for.  Sitting on the bottom shelf was one last pack of girl’s L-XL Goodnites!  With no time to spare I grabbed the pack and headed back to the front of the store.  “Son, I think you made a mistake” the old man observed “These are for girls!” I thought Jane was going to pass out then and there. I quickly recovered “They’re not for me, there for my little sister” “Well that makes sense” the old man reasoned “You’re way too old to pee’in on yourself ain’t ya?” All I could do was give Jane a sympathetic look. We dashed back to the car. “Hurry Mom’s going to be home in FIVE minutes!” Jane cried. I jumped in the car and pulled out onto the road. I had no sooner pulled into the street when Jane let out a cry. “Don’t worry, we’ll make it, we’re almost there” I said. “That’s not it” Jane sobbed “My Goodnites have butterflies on them…. Look…” She held up a pack of girls L-XL Goodnites….. With hearts. “That’s it, I’m screwed” Jane said defeated “I’ll just have to face the music” “I’m really sorry Jane” I said as we pulled up to Jane’s house “I feel like this is all my fault” “No Peter, it’s not” Jane turned to me “Look all you’ve done is try to help me, I really appreciate you driving me all over this afternoon.  You really are a great friend, your so…. Sweet… and…” And with that I Jane gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, jumped out of the car and dashed for her front door. Chapter 24: Consequences I sat in my car dumfounded, staring at Jane’s closed door. “What was that all about?” I wondered to myself. What was Jane about to say? But my bewilderment soon faded away as my thoughts turned to concern over what might happen to Jane when her mom got home. When Jane couldn’t produce the missing pull-up what would her mom do?  Spank her again?  Prolong her punishment?  Worse? As I drove home my thoughts remained on Jane.  I hated she was taking the fall for something that was my fault.  If I hadn’t put that Goodnite on she wouldn’t be in this mess.  Even if had just kept it dry we might have gotten away with it.  But I had wet the Goodnite and it wasn’t even an accident, I had done it on purpose!  I felt like such a heel! Arriving home I went up to my room and tossed my book bag onto my bed. I sat down and tried to get started on my homework.  I just couldn’t stop thinking about Jane!  Her mom was bound to be home by now.  What had happened?  I kept looking at my phone hoping Jane would call and say everything was okay.  But my phone didn’t ring. I thought about calling her but decided against it.  If Jane was in trouble, if her Mom was angry a phone call might just make things worse.  I turned my attention to my Spanish homework.  Ugh, Spanish! I had only signed up for it because my counselor said I needed it to get into college.  I just couldn’t get a grasp on learning another language.  I looked through my book bag for my Spanish to English dictionary. I then remembered that I had leant it   to a classmate and failed to get it back. “Great!” I thought, “This day just keeps getting better!” Remembering that I had another one I got up and went over to my closet.  “I know it’s in here somewhere” I said to myself, digging through my things. That’s when I spotted the pack of adult diapers I had purchased the day before. I was suddenly overcome with guilt, my desire to wear them was gone. My desire to see Jane wearing them was gone.  I felt horrible.  I grabbed a trash bag from the hall closet and stuffed the entire pack of diapers into the bag.  I walked down the stairs, out the door, and to the trashcan.  I tossed the bag inside and shut the lid.  I vowed then and there that this whole diaper thing was over.  I would never wear or even think about them again! I went back inside and checked my phone.  Still no word from Jane. Not being able to stand it any longer I grabbed my phone and sent her a text. ‘ Are you okay?’ I typed. A few minutes later my phone buzzed. ‘I’ll call you in fifteen minutes’ Jane’s response came back. I sat beside my phone and waited.  Time seemed to move at a crawl. Finally, the phone rang and Jane’s number appeared on the caller ID. “Hello?” I answered timidly. “Hi Peter” Jane’s voice was barely a whisper but I could tell she had been crying.  “I can only talk a minute” Jane continued, “Mom is in the basement doing laundry.  If she finds me on the phone I’ll be in even more trouble.” “So what happened, are you okay?” I asked. “Yeah, I’m okay, but Peter it was horrible” Jane sounded like she was starting to cry again. “Mom came home and the first thing she did was ask for the Goodnite” Jane’s voice broke “I told her I didn’t have it.  I didn’t know what else to say so I told her that I had had another accident and that I was embarrassed and had thrown it away.” “I’m sorry Jane, this is all my fault, I wish I could take the blame” I apologized. “Peter no! This is my fault, if I hadn’t tried to trick her in the first place none of this would have happened.  And I couldn’t possibly bring you up.  That would make things so much worse! I would probably never be allowed to see you again!” Jane exclaimed. “So it was bad?” I asked timidly. “Bad doesn’t even begin to describe it!” Jane’s voice quivered “She absolutely lost it! She started ranting and raving saying how she couldn’t trust me anymore.  I got another spanking of course.   But you’ll never believe what happened next.  She made me stand in the corner in just my Goodnite! After an hour I told her I had to use the bathroom.  She said that if I couldn’t hold it I could just go in my diaper.  She stood there and watched me wet myself!  I’ve never been so humiliated!” “I’m so sorry Jane”, it was all I could manage to say. “That’s not the worst part” she continued “she said I have to wear diapers for a week.” “That’s not so bad is it?  Just another week?” I asked confused. “Peter, you don’t understand” Jane cried “Diapers! Real diapers! Like the one I was wearing the other day!  And I can’t take them off! There’s no way I can go a whole week without… you know. And I can’t have you help me again, not for an entire week, she’d know something was up for sure!” “I am so sorry Jane” I said again. “Peter! I told you I don’t blame you!” Jane repeated “Look  there’s something else I want to tell you.  You’ve been so great with all this.  And you’re such a good friend.  I’ve been thinking that maybe we should.. I mean I wanted to tell you that I… Oh crap! Mom’s coming. I gotta go!” Jane hung up the phone. For the second time that day I was left wondering what Jane wanted to say. Still despite her insistence that she didn’t blame me I couldn’t help blame myself! If only I could take her place, or at least share in her punishment. Then the thought struck me… maybe I could… in a way. I snuck outside and retrieved the bag from the trashcan. Chapter 25: Peter's Plan I woke up to the jarring sound of my alarm clock. I fumbled for the off switch and buried my head back in my pillow. As the drowsiness wore off the events of the past few days flooded back into my head. I sat bolt upright in bed and pulled back the covers. My bed was completely…... dry.  I guess my accident really was a fluke! Then remembered Jane, her predicament, and my plan to ‘help’ her. I took a quick shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed back to my room. Opening my closet I retrieved the black trash bag I had rescued the night before. I opened it up and pulled out the pack of adult diapers. Not even a day ago I had been ready to throw these out, and now… I took one diaper from the pack and turned it over in my hand. A bit apprehensive I started to put the diaper back in the pack, then changed my mind. Dropping the towel to the floor I spread the diaper out on my bed.  Lying atop it I fastened it securely and stood up. The diaper held in place.  I rummaged through my closet and chose a baggy pair of jeans and an oversized t-shirt.  After getting dressed I checked myself in the mirror. Satisfied that my ‘secret’ was well hidden I went down for breakfast. “Good morning Peter!” Mom said “Sleep well?” “Yeah, um hum” I mumbled a bit nervous.  As I sat down I swore the diaper rustled so loud anyone in the kitchen could have heard it.  Apparently no one did.  Mom went about cooking breakfast, Dad kept reading his paper and my sister stared blankly at her iPod. “Samantha put that thing away!” Mom chided my sister.  Rolling her eyes Sam dropped the iPod into her pocket. Samantha or “Sam” as she liked to be called was the definition of a fourteen year old girl.  Sassy, sarcastic and not nearly as grown as she thought she was.  It was a good thing she had no idea what I was wearing.  If she found out.. well let’s just say my social life would be over! I gobbled down breakfast, grabbed my backpack and headed for the door. “Peter wait a minute” Mom shouted “What’s that?” My heart stopped. “What?” I played dumb “Something’s sticking out of our pants” She pointed. Thinking my life was about to come to a crashing halt I looked down. It was a stray sock. Sticking out the LEG of my pants. “Oh, thanks!” I said relieved, pulling it from my pants and tossing it to her. “Well at least it wasn’t underwear! Imagine if you had gotten all the way to school! Now that would be embarrassing!” Mom teased. “Yeah, embarrassing!” (If she only knew!) Driving to school my nervousness grew.  Would someone notice? What if they did? Might someone hear it in a quiet room? See it when I bent down at my locker? I could just take it off now… Then I reminded myself that Jane had already worn a diaper for an entire day and had been wearing Goodnites for the rest of the week.  No one had noticed, not that I knew of at least. Besides, despite my nervousness, despite the fact that I told myself I was doing this to help Jane out, I also found myself a bit excited.  I couldn’t believe I had sworn this off the day before! I pulled into the parking lot fully resolved to go through with my plan.  Entering the school it didn’t take me long to find Jane, she was standing beside my locker waiting for me.  She looked far from cheerful. “Hi!” I said with a smile. Jane made only half an attempt to return my smile. I decided to tell her my secret right away. “Come here, I want to show you something” I said pulling her into the same empty classroom we were in when she showed me HER diaper. “What Peter? I’m not exactly in the mood for surprises” Jane sounded slightly annoyed. “Oh, I thought you weren’t mad” I said, worried. “No, I’m sorry, I’m not” Jane sighed “I'm just fed up with this ‘punishment’ already.  I’ve had to use these things twice already, just wet thank goodness, but honestly to have to ask my mom to change me at my age?  It’s too much!  And I have be the only person at this school wearing, well you know..” “No, not the only one!” I answered back. “What do you mean?  Those kids in that ‘special’ class?  That doesn’t make me feel better Peter!” Jane said sarcastically. “No look!” I replied lifting my shirt and pulling down my waist band just enough to expose what I was wearing. Jane stared for a moment dumbfounded. “Peter is that a…” Jane sounded confused “But why?” “Well” I explained, “I told you I felt bad that I was responsible for your…” Jane interrupted “Peter I TOLD you it’s not your..” “Okay, PARTIALY responsible for your punishment.” I conceded “Anyway, I didn’t want you to go through this alone. As long as you have to wear them, I will too!” Jane stares at me for a minute. Did she think this was too weird? “Peter” Jane started “That’s just so… sweet!” And then suddenly, without warning, Jane kissed me Chapter 26: More than 'Just Friends' I was shocked beyond comment, beyond action. Jane pulled back and looked panicked. “Oh Peter, I’m so sorry, I hope I didn’t mess things up for us… it’s just you’re such a good friend… and you’ve been so sweet lately… and you’ve…” “Jane, stop!” I interrupted her, “I feel the same way about you.” I pulled her back to me and kissed her again. After we kissed Jane leaned against me and I held her.  For a few moments we just stood there, in the empty classroom saying nothing. Jane broke the silence, “You know we’ve tried this before, taking this friendship further.” “I know” I responded “But somehow I think it will be different this time. There’s never really been anyone else I felt this way about, not the way I feel about you.” “Me too” Jane said, her head still on my chest. “I mean I’ve never felt like this about anyone, except you that is.  And I do think it will work this time” We kissed again and then Jane smiled. “You know” she said slyly “most guys try to get a girls attention by putting on a nice shirt or something, not a diaper!” “You know me” I teased “I go to be different!” Jane laughed, then her eye lit up as she gave me a mischievous grim. “I don’t like that look…” I said warily. “I want to see it!” she exclaimed. “What?” I said acting shocked (like I knew this wasn’t coming) “No! I mean, I can’t!” “Oh please Peter!” Jane pleaded “You’ve seen mine!” Just then the warning bell rang. “Ah, shucks!” I said sarcastically “We got to get to class!” “Saved by the bell! Literally!” Jane shot back “Don’t worry, I’ll get what I want..” As we walked together to our first class Jane reached out and took my hand. Chapter 27: Diapers for Two We entered our first class together and took our seats. I recalled the day earlier in the week when I had caught a glimpse of Jane’s diaper. She seemed much more adept at wearing them now.  I noted how she carefully pulled down the bottom of her shirt as she took he seat.  I followed her example. Now I wasn’t as worried about someone noticing Jane’s diaper as I was about someone noticing mine! Other than me having a hard time concentrating on the lesson (again) our first class was rather uneventful.  When the bell rang we walked out hand in hand.  No one seemed to notice, but then again Jane and I were used to being pretty much invisible to everyone else. I stopped by the water fountain for a drink before Jane and I headed to our next class.  The rest of the day leading up to lunch proceeded fairly normally, well as normally as it could for two high school seniors wearing diapers. When lunch came Jane and I grabbed our trays and headed to our usual table. I stopped by the vending machines and bought a sports drink. “If you drink all that you’re going to need that thing you’re wearing!” Jane teased. I hadn’t thought much about that.  I was completely ready to wear these things to ‘support Jane’ but was I going to use them? Jane didn’t have a choice, I did. Jane seemed to read my mind “Look Peter, it’s really sweet what you did. But don’t worry you can take it off when you have to… you know… go” Suddenly I seemed to make up my mind. “No” I said firmly “In for a penny, in for a pound! If you can’t take yours off then I won’t take mine off either!” It was then I noticed Jane’s tray complete with sandwich, fries, a side salad, and apple juice.   “You don’t seem to be too worried” I commented “Last time you were in this situation I practically had to force the food down your throat.” “Well,” Jane replied  “It’s like you said before… I certainly can’t go a WHOLE week without eating or drinking.  Besides, Mom gave me a bit of a reprieve.” “What kind of reprieve?” I asked. “Well I still have to wear, and use, these horrible things.” Jane explained “But Mom didn’t want me to get an infection or something. So I am allowed change myself, once, before she gets home. I just have to save her the ‘evidence’” “What do you mean” I said kind of dumbly. “You know!” Jane said pointing towards her waist “The evidence!” “Oh!” I exclaimed “You mean your… oh I see… So you have an extra diaper with you?” “Shh.. yes!” Jane glanced around nervously “It’s in my bag! Actually I think I might need it soon, I’m a little wet already.”  “Wait a minute,” Jane asked “did you bring an extra one with you?” “No, I didn’t think about it.” I answered, thinking to myself that would have been a really good idea. “But what if you… need it…” Jane looked concerned. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine I never go during the day any way” I assured her. But as I stood up a twinge in my bladder indicated otherwise. I gave Jane a quick kiss and headed off for my next class. Jane took her bag and ducked into the nearest restroom. Chapter 28: Made it... almost I managed to make it through the rest of the day keeping my diaper dry.  But with each passing period my concentration dwindled as the pressure in my bladder grew.  I met up with Jane after classes and we headed for the parking lot.  As I sat down and started the car I felt a small spurt escape my hold.  I gasped and looked down.  For a moment, forgetting what I was wearing, I expected to see a wet spot on the front of my pants. My glance didn’t go unnoticed to Jane. “Did you just do what I think you did” she said almost grinning. “A little” I admitted, slightly embarrassed. “Come on Pee-ter” Jane teased “Just let it go, you’ll feel so much better. You know you can think about rivers and waterfalls and swimming pools…” “Hey that’s not fair!” I protested “I never did that to you! Besides, how come you don’t have to go?” “Cause I’ve already gone! I’m on my second one, I changed after lunch!” Jane explained “That didn’t exactly go as planned by the way. But I’ll tell you about that later, let’s talk about you now.  Think about the sound of fountains and… wait I know!” With that Jane suddenly leaned over and started kissing me on the neck. Her breath tickled my face.  That did it. My bladder released and my diaper was flooded. I sighed in relief. Jane smiled knowingly and sat back in her seat. As we drove home Jane explained to me how her diaper change at school had not exactly gone as planned. It seems when she entered the bathroom she was alone.  She went into a stall and started to undo her diaper.  Then she realized her diaper was only a little wet.  Since she only got one change before her mom got home she figured she might as well get the most out of it.  So she redid the tape and sat down on the toilet and peed into the diaper.  That way, she reasoned, she would be able to keep her new diaper dry that much longer. She was just about to remove her sodden diaper when the door to the bathroom opened. A group of girls entered the bathroom. Jane froze!  She recognized the voices as a group of ‘popular girls’.  They were chatting about some party they were planning on attending that weekend.  Jane went on to say that she just sat there, afraid to move, afraid that if she started undoing the tapes the girls would hear!  She said that it seemed to take forever for them to leave! Finally they did and Jane hastily changed her diaper and rushed to class.  She made it in just before the bell. “It was just too close” Jane explained “I’m just going to have to be more careful from now on.  I’ll just try to wait till I get home to change” “You won’t have to worry about that for a couple days” I reminded her “tomorrow’s Saturday!” “Now that does make me feel better!” Jane said smiling as we pulled up in front of her house. “Want to come in?” She asked. “I need to get home and change” I reminded her. “Oh come on, please?  Just for a bit?” Jane said poking her lip out. “Oh all right, just for a bit” I conceded I shut off the car and we headed into the house. Chapter 27: What Happen's at Jane's House.... As I followed Jane into her house I became increasingly aware if the weight of the diaper sagging below my waist. “I can’t stay long, I really need to get out of this thing” I told her. “Don’t worry,” Jane responded, “I just need long enough to do this!” Without warning Jane pushed me back against the wall of the entry hall and started kissing me passionately. What followed was a make out session for the history books. Somehow we managed to make our way from the entry hall to the living room couch.  Jane laid on top of me her weight pressing my wet diaper against my crotch. When we came up for air twenty minutes later Jane gave me a mischievous grin “Want to play a game?” “A game? What did you have in mind” I asked.  My mind wasn’t so much on my wet diaper any more as it was… other things. “I thought we could play truth or dare!” Jane responded, still grinning. “Truth or dare?” I teased, “That’s not very original!” “Take it or leave it!” Jane answered I decided I’d take it. “Truth!” I answered. “Pe-ter!” Jane protested “That’s no fun!” “Fine then, dare!” I conceded. “Take off your pants.” Jane stated matter of factly. “What?!?” I said taken aback, “But I’m wearin’ a… And it’s… wet” Jane gave me a no nonsense look. “Peter” she reminded me “What did you see me in earlier this week? Several times?!?  C’mon turnabout is fair play!” “Fine!” I said reluctantly.  I wasn’t sure why I was so hesitant for Jane to see me in my current condition when I had been practically (okay completely) naked in this same spot not that many days ago. Slowly I stood up, unbuttoned my pants, and tugged them down to the floor.  Jane stared agape at my diaper “You are really soaked!” she said in amazement “I didn’t even know one of those things could hold that much!” It was my turn to blush. “I know” I said sheepishly “And it’s really uncomfortable too! I wish I could get out of thing!” “Look” Jane replied “I appreciate what you’re doing but just go on and take it off. I won’t hold it against you.” “No” I stated, “I told you as long as you had to wear one I would too! You can’t take yours off, so neither will I.  Besides I don’t have any ‘big boy’ underwear with me!” “What’s the problem?” Jane teased, “Never heard of going commando?” “You wish!” I shot back “You just want to see me naked!” “Whatever Peter, just take your turn!” Jane said feigning impatience.  “Truth or dare?” I asked. “Dare!” Jane said, “Do your worst!” I didn’t even hesitate with my response “Take of your pants…” I replied. “I figured that was coming” Jane said as she started unsnapping her jeans. “…and your shirt” I finished. It was Jane’s turn to protest. “Peter! That’s not fair!” she whined, “I only asked you to take one thing off!” “Not my fault you didn’t think of it!” I teased “C’mon you know the rules!” The truth was, despite her protests I knew Jane was enjoying this as much as I was. Jane stopped undoing her pants leaving them partially unzipped and moved her hands towards her shirt. “You’re going to pay for this you know!” she retorted as she slipped her shirt over her head. “I know, I know!” I replied, gazing at Jane’s cute little breasts covered by nothing but her small 32 AA bra. Jane finished unzipping her jeans somewhat slowly then suddenly let them drop to the floor. I stared, speechless as Jane stood in front of me in nothing but her bra and a diaper. She sure is cute, I thought to myself, I was so glad we were no longer ‘just friends’. Looking at Jane I noticed the wetness indicator on Jane’s diaper had started to change. “You’re wet” I observed, “When did that happen?” “Earlier, on the couch” Jane responded with a grin. “But I’m not too wet yet, I’ll be okay.” Did she mean when we were making out? I wondered.  Did she pee when she was laying on top of me? Oh man! “It’s my turn” Jane reminded me “Truth or dare?” “Look” I said, “We know that neither of us is going to pick truth right? I mean we might as well just call this game ‘dare’!” “Okay then, here’s your dare!” Jane replied, “You want out of that thing right? Well then change!” “Into what?” I said confused “I didn’t bring a dry one, remember?” “But you did…” Jane said mischievously “You still have that last pack of Goodnites we bought the other day in your back seat!” “You want me to wear a… but there for girls!... No Way!” I complained. “You know the rules!” Jane said with a smirk.  I guess I asked for that one. “Fine!” I relented “Can I at least put my pants back on to go get them?” “Well since I would prefer my neighbors not to see a boy coming out of my house wearing just a diaper I would say that’s okay!” Jane said sarcastically. I slipped my pants back over my wet diaper and headed out to the car. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do.  I must admit however, I was a bit excited. Grabbing the unopened pack of ‘wrong’ Goodnites I headed back in to the house and made my way toward the bathroom. “Nope!” Jane stopped me “Change right here!” “Just remember, your turns next” I reminded her. “Uh huh! Now go on and change!” Jane seemed a bit excited herself. I took my pants back off and started undoing the tapes of the soaked diaper. I took it off, leaving myself completely exposed from the waist down.  Jane smiled, obviously checking me out. “You could just stay that way!” she offered.  “That’s okay! A deals, a deal!” I answered opening the package and removing a Goodnite. I slipped it on. Just like the other one it was snug but it did cover everything up. It was my turn to give Jane a dare. I decided to keep it simple. “Bra off” I said. Jane didn’t even fight me.  She undid her bra and dropped it on the floor.  There was now a beautiful girl sitting in front of me in nothing but a partially wet diaper! How much luckier could I get! Jane seemed to think a moment before she started on the next dare. “You know Peter…” she began slowly “…you did say you wanted to share my punishment… right?” “Isn’t that what I am doing?” I replied indicating the Goodnite I was wearing and the wet diaper laying balled up on the floor. “But the diapers weren’t my only punishment.” Jane said “There was, the other thing…” I thought for a minute. “You mean the spanking?” I said somewhat shocked “Wait, you want to spank me?” “Okay, well that’s your dare!” Jane sounded more resolute “Get that Goodnite off and come lay over my lap” This was definitely something new! Still I wasn’t about to be the one to back out of a dare. I walked over to Jane, pulled down the pink pull up, and stretched my body across her lap. How hard could a girl as small as Jane spank anyway? *smack* *smack* *smack* Jane’s hand slapped against my backside. It stung a bit, but not too bad. “It’s that the best you can do?” I mocked “You hit like a girl!”  I just had to open my stupid mouth! “Uh, maybe that’s cause I am a girl” Jane replied “I would certainly think YOU would have figured that out!” Still she started to spank harder.  A lot harder. It took all my concentration not to yell out and betray myself.  I was determined to be the “man” and act like it still didn’t hurt. Finally Jane stopped spanking me and let me get up.  I grabbed the Goodnite and slipped it back on. “My turn, huh?” I said smiling. “I think you need a lesson in how to give a proper spanking!” “But I’ve already been spanked!” Jane pleaded. “Not by me!” I replied “Besides, if your mom spanks like you that would hardly even count!” I knew that wasn’t true of course.  I recalled the marks on Jane’s bottom when I helped her with her diaper.  I wondered if my butt looked the same. “Fine, just don’t be too hard” Jane requested “I’m just now recovered from the spanking mom gave me. Besides I will have some explaining to do if I can’t sit down for dinner!” “I’ll be careful” I assured her “ Now get that diaper off and get over here!” Jane carefully undid the tapes of the diaper and folded so they could be redone.  She stood in front of me completely nude, blushing but not attempting to cover up anything. I pulled her down across my lap and started peppering her backside with some quick slaps.  “WHO hits like a girl?” Jane teased. I picked up my speed and intensity, paddling Jane’s cute white bottom into a cherry pink. Jane squealed and gasped with each blow. Suddenly Jane gasped loudly and blurted out “Peter, put my diaper back on!”  “Okay” I said reaching for the diaper “Did I spank you too hard? I didn’t hurt you did I?” “No it’s not that” Jane said with a sense of urgency. It was then I noticed Jane had her legs tightly pressed together with her hand pressed between them. “I gotta… you know…” Jane explained. “Oh I see! Just don’t do it on me!” I joked. “Not funny Peter! Hurry please!” Jane pleaded. “Okay, okay!” I said slipping the diaper under Jane’s bottom and redoing the tapes. Jane leapt up and looked around the room frantically as if she was looking for an escape. She started to make her way toward the hallway (and presumably the bathroom) but got only halfway across the living room before she froze in her tracks. Jane turned and looked at me crimsoned face. I heard a loud hissing and looked down to see the wetness indicator on her diaper finish changing colors.  Jane was (once again) completely soaking her diaper, right in front of me! “I’m sorry Peter!” Jane looked like she was going to cry “I didn’t want to do that in front of you.  It’s so embarrassing!” “It’s okay!” I assured her, “It’s not like it’s the first time!” “I know” Jane said “It’s still humiliating!” I had an idea.  Without a word I stood up in front of Jane and started to release my bladder into the Goodnite. Jane gasped “Peter are you…” “Yep!” was all I said as I continued to soak the Goodnite. Remembering that I had leaked the last time I peed in one of these things I attempted to stem the flow. I didn’t seem to have much luck. Fortunately this time the Goodnite seemed to hold, though it was definitely at its saturation point. Jane stood there in her wet diaper looking at me in mine.  “Peter that was weird!” Jane said matter of factly “But it was a sweet thing for you to do!” With that she walked over wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.  The feeling of her standing there with nothing but a wet diaper and me in a wet Goodnite, bodies pressed together was more than I could stand. We were headed quickly for another make out session, maybe something more. I returned Jane’s passionate kisses and reached up to touch her bare breasts. Suddenly, Jane pulled away. “Peter, you’ve got to go! Now!” She exclaimed. “I’m sorry, are we moving too fast?” I asked, concerned. “No it’s not that.. You just need to leave… quickly!” she said in desperation. “Then what is it? Your mom won’t be home for another hour!” I was worried I had done something wrong. “It’s just.. I gotta… go…” Jane said quietly. “What do you mean, you just went… a lot” I said indicating her sodden diaper. “No, I gotta do… you know… the other thing! And I am NOT doing that in front of you!” Jane said emphatically. “Oh I see…” I said, realizing her situation “You could just take off the diaper again you know…” “Well I can’t do that all week!” Jane reminded me “Mom would definitely know something was up.  As much as I’m dreading it I might as well get it over with.” Jane started to squirm where she was standing. She reached her hand around and held the backside of her diaper. “Hurry Peter! I love you, but you need to leave… now!” Jane pleaded.  I pulled on my pants, grabbed my things and headed toward the door. I gave Jane a quick kiss and stepped out on the porch. As Jane shut the door I saw her face turn a dark shade of red. I got in my car and headed back toward home.  My mind was so wound up in the events of the past few hours I nearly ran a stop sign. Arriving safely back to the house I headed up to my room to change.  Undoing my pants I saw that I was still wearing the pink girl’s Goodnite.  I had completely forgot I had that on. That’s when it hit me. I had left my wet diaper in the middle of Jane’s living room floor….
Chapter 28: Friday Night My heart fell into my stomach.  I looked at the clock, 5:10, Jane’s mom had been home for ten minutes now.  I was SO screwed! I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed Jane’s number. “Hello?” Jane answered right away.  I couldn’t tell from her voice if she had been crying, but it sounded like she might have. “Hey it’s me” I started, “I umm.. left my…” “Yeah, I know!” Jane interrupted me, “Mom found it too! She knew right away it wasn’t mine.  I had to tell her Peter…. everything…” “Everything?” I said weakly, “You mean she knows it’s mine?” “She knows about you, the diapers everything! She is pissed, I am in so much trouble, I mean we are in so much trouble, she’s calling your mom you know.” ‘Crap!’ I thought to myself. My parents were not nearly as bad as Jane’s mom but this still wasn’t going to go well.  I put that out of my mond, I could deal with my parents later, I was more worried about Jane. “How bad is it?” I asked timidly.  “BAD” Jane said “Real bad! She spanked me once already, now I am in my room waiting for her to get the paddle.  THE PADDLE, Peter I haven’t gotten the paddle in YEARS!” I wondered if there was any chance I was going to get the paddle.  Probably not, I’ll just be grounded forever. “That’s not the worst of it Peter” Jane continued, “I can’t see you anymore.” “She can’t stop us from senig each other completely!”  I asked, “I mean, I’ll see you at school on Monday.” “No you won’t” Jane explained, “Mom is sending me to a boarding school to finish out my senior year. She was SO mad when she found out we were here alone. She even asked me if I was pregnant!” “You’re going away?” I asked, shocked. “Tomorrow” Jane said flatly. Wow! I was shocked beyond belief. Jane and I might never see each other again, this was horrible! Jane, however, seemed to be taking this all rather calmly.  Actually she seemed a little too calm…  “Jane, are you…” I started to ask. “Yeah,” Jane continued rather casually, “Apparently this is a boarding school specifically for bed-wetters and trouble makers.  Mom says all I all I will be allowed to wear is a diaper. Can you imagine a bunch of girls my age walking around in just diapers?” I could imagine it all right, but I was pretty sure the place didn’t exist outside of some internet story forums! “So I take it your mom didn’t really find the diaper?” I asked, relieved. “No Peter, I found it first and got rid of it before she got home.” Jane said wryly, “You really need to be more careful where you leave your things.” “I know, I’m sorry.” I said hoping Jane wasn’t too annoyed with me. “It’s fine Peter, just be more careful okay?” Jane replied, not sounding too irritated. “Okay, I will, talk to you later okay?” I said “Oh, and Jane…“ “Yes Peter?” “That was really mean” “I know Peter. I love you.” “I love you too.” I hung up the phone, my head still spinning.  I was so relieved; Jane wasn’t moving away, I wasn’t going to be grounded into eternity. And Jane had said she loved me.  Life was good. After hanging up the phone I realized I had a decision to make.  I was still wearing the soaking wet Goodnite and it was getting very uncomfortable. Obviously I needed to change, but into what?  Did I stick with my commitment to Jane and put on another diaper?  Or did just put on regular underwear while I was at home?  Did I just have to wear them when I was with Jane? That’s when it counted right? Finally, partially out of a feeling of commitment (and partially because I was enjoying it) I decided to put on another diaper.  After all, Jane didn’t have a choice, I told myself. I retrieved another brief from the pack of diapers I had stashed under my bed.  Spreading it out on the bed I quickly taped it on.  The process was becoming much easier.  After getting dressed I opted to stay in my room and play on the computer.  No one would find it strange for me to be there and I really wanted to minimize the time I spent in front of my parents in a diaper. Finally mom called me down to dinner. After checking that everything was well covered up I headed downstairs and quickly took my seat at the table.  I glanced around nervously; certain everyone could tell what I was wearing under my jeans. My parents and sister, however didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. “So Sammie,” Mom addressed my sister “How as your day?” “Mom!” Samantha griped “You know I hate being called Sammie.  I’m not a baby anymore!” “I know sweetie, but you’ll always be my baby!” Mom replied Sam just rolled her eyes. “Fine then,” Mom turned her attention to me “How was your day Peter? Do anything fun?” “I just hung out with some friends after school” I said vaguely, “You know, nothing much really” “Well aren’t you two just a bundle of conversation tonight!” Mom commented, “Anyway, Peter I wanted to ask you something. We are going to your Aunt Margaret’s for the weekend. We’re leaving first thing in the morning.” Great! I thought to myself.  There goes my chances of seeing Jane any this weekend.  “So I was thinking” Mom continued, “You really are old enough, I mean you’re going off to college soon, if you want to stay home you can.” This was great! I’d have the house to myself for a whole weekend! “Ummm… geee…” I pretended to mull it over, “I guess I could stay here…” “I thought you’d say that” Mom smiled, “Just no wild parties!” “Oh you know me, I’m just a party animal!” I joked. “Okay, wild man. Just behave yourself” Dad teased back.  “What about me?” Sam pleaded. ‘Please say no!’ I thought to myself.  Sharing the house with my sister would NOT be nearly as fun. “Sorry sweetie” Mom said apologetically, “You’re not old enough yet.” “But Mom!” Samantha whined “Aunt Margaret’s is SO boring and she has those smelly old cats and she still treats me like a little kid!” “Sam that’s enough!” My dad interrupted, “You are going with us and that’s final!” “Fine!” Sam huffed, slouching down in her seat. The rest of dinner was uneventful. Mom, dad and I made small talk. Samantha sat silently and sulked. It was a pretty normal dinner for my family. After dinner I helped mom clear the table and then we all went to the living room and settled down in front of the TV.  As we watched the latest reality show that featured celebrity chefs working in a high school cafeteria or some other nonsense, I became increasingly aware of my need to use the bathroom.  I had just started to adjust to being in front of my family while secretly wearing a diaper, but there was no way I was going to use one in  front of them.  “Goodnight,” I told everyone “I’m going to go bed now, I’m pretty beat.” “Okay, old man!” Dad teased, “It’s pretty early isn’t it?” “Yeah,” I replied “I thought I might read for a while or something.  I’m pretty tired though, it’s been a long week.” “All right then, good night” Mom said “We’ll probably leave pretty early tomorrow so if you’re not up have a good weekend and be good!” “Thanks Mom, hope you guys have a good trip.” I responded “Have fun at Aunt Margaret’s Sam, say hi for me.” Sam shot me a dirty look as I retreated up the stairs. I made it to my room and shut the door.  My need to use the bathroom was increasing exponentially. I wasted no time.  With very little concentration I released my bladder. Hot urine quickly filled my diaper, soaking the front then quickly pooling between my legs.   It was so much that it didn’t all soak in right away. I could feel it sloshing around.  I was afraid to sit down, afraid it would leak out the edges.  I grabbed a dry diaper and made my way toward the bathroom, intending to shower and change.  As I stepped into the bathroom however I suddenly became aware that my need was to do more than just pee.  I hadn’t thought about this. Like Jane I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that in my diaper.  Unlike Jane, I had a choice.  After considering it for a few minutes I took off the sodden diaper and finished my business in the toilet. Remembering what had happened to Jane just a few hours earlier I felt slightly guilty for chickening out.  Still despite my enjoyment of the diapers thus far, I wasn’t sure I wanted to use them all the way, not yet. After showering and putting on a dry diaper I climbed into bed.  Grabbing my cell phone from the bedside table I texted Jane. ‘Guess what?’ I texted excitedly, ‘My parents and Sam are going away for the weekend.  I have the whole house to myself!’ A few minutes later Jane texted back ‘Sorry, I’ve got plans’  Well that sucked! Then a few seconds later, ‘JK! LOL! I’ll have to make an excuse for my Mom, but I’m sure I can get away.  Looking forward to it!’ We texted for a little bit longer discussing our plans then I told Jane goodnight and decided to turn out my lights. As I settled under the covers I realized how odd it seemed that an 18 year old guy would be lying in bed in a diaper thinking that his life was just about perfect…. Chapter 29: Home Alone!  Sunlight glared through my window as I rolled over to check the time.  10 o’clock, my parents and sister were probably long gone. I checked out the window, sure enough the only car in the driveway was my dad’s work car and my own. I had the house to myself! I checked my diaper and was unsurprised to find it dry.  I had written off my one bedwetting incident as a fluke. I had to go however.  But I decided to take advantage of my new found freedom and have some fun. I stripped off everything except my diaper and proceeded down the stairs. I stopped at the landing to make sure I was truly alone, sure enough the house was completely quiet. Walking into the living room I hurried to pull the curtains, I didn’t want to give the neighbors a show after all. I then went into the kitchen to pour myself a bowl of cereal.  It was then I realized a downside to my weekend as a bachelor.  My cooking skills were zero.  It looked like a weekend of cereal and spaghettios for me! Much to my relief I found a note on the table- Peter,  Didn’t want to wake you, have a good weekend and stay out of trouble. We’ll be at your Aunt Margaret’s if you need anything. Here’s some money for meals.  Don’t eat too much junk! Love, Mom  Beside the note was fifty dollars! This was going to be an even better weekend than I thought! I took my bowl of cereal and returned to the living room. I sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV. Sitting there in just my diaper I grew increasingly aware of my need to use the bathroom.  I usually went when I first got up and my body was growing increasingly aware of the fact that I hadn’t. I decided to see just how long I could hold it. I finished my cereal and sat the bowl down on the end table.  I’d put it away eventually I told myself. I flipped through the channels and found some old movie that looked half interesting.  ‘Whatever happened to Saturday morning cartoons?’ I thought to myself.  It didn’t matter, my mind wasn’t really on the movie anyway. I really had to go now, so much I couldn’t sit still. I stood up and started to pace around the room. I twitched and fidgeted, trying my very best to hold it to the very end. A spurt escaped and shot into my diaper.  I clenched my muscles, cutting off the flow. I bounced up and down willing myself to hold on.  I wanted to wet, I just wanted to make this feeling last as long as possible. Another spurt, this one bigger than the first. I doubled over, I had never felt something so intense in my life! A spurt, followed by a stream. This was it, I couldn’t hold it any longer! I was wetting myself and for the first time in a long time (while awake that is) it was completely out of my control. It was amazing! The warm pee flowed and flowed into my diaper, seeming to never end.  Then I felt a drip run down my leg.  I was leaking! I tried to stop but it was hopeless. I stood there as the drip turned to rivulets running down both legs and dripping onto the floor. Finally, I stopped. My diaper hung heavily between my legs.  My legs were wet, the floor was wet, I had some serious cleaning up to do! I headed toward the hall closet to get a towel.  My diaper was so saturated I had trouble walking!  As I slowly made my way toward the hall a voice suddenly startled me from the kitchen. “Hey Peter!” Mom said, “Are you up? I forgot my pur…. What are you wearing!?!?” I sat bolt upright in my bed unable to breathe.  In a panic I looked around my room. Frantically I tried to cover myself.  Where had my mom gone?  For a moment I was confused.  Then I realized, it was a dream! I breathed a sigh of relief. Another dream! These diapers were really getting to my head! But the last time I had a dream like this I had… Could it have happened again?  Cautiously I pulled my blanket away.  Sure enough my diaper was soaked!  I quickly checked my sheets.  Fortunately the diaper held, the sheets were dry. I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.  I undid the diaper and tossed it into my trashcan.  I could get rid of it later since there was no one around to find it. As I showered I considered my situation. For the second time in a week I had wet my bed.  Were the diapers causing it?  The first time I wasn’t wearing one I reminded myself.  And this time, well I was certainly glad I had one on or else my mattress would have been ruined! But still, maybe all this thinking about diapers WAS causing these dreams. I was torn, I DID enjoy wearing the diapers and the recalling the intense feelings of holding it in my dream last night was something I wanted to recreate. However, I didn’t want to become a real bed-wetter again! After all I was headed to college in a few months. I decided not to fret about it too much.  I had the house to myself this weekend and Jane was coming over. This weekend was going to be fun!  I finished my shower and went back to my room.  After taping on a new diaper I slipped on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.  It couldn’t hurt to be a little cautious! I went downstairs and found the house empty.  Sure enough there was a note on the table.  There was only $40 however, still enough for a great weekend.  I poured my cereal and headed to the living room. Sadly the rest of my dream didn’t repeat itself.  I didn’t have to go to the bathroom, I had already gone in my bed. There was nothing on TV but infomercials (again where were the cartoons!?). And my mom didn’t make a surprise appearance (that part was good news of course!). I sat there in a dry diaper that was going to remain dry for the next couple hours.  I was bored. My life as a bachelor was starting to get dull before it had even begun! I grabbed my phone and texted Jane.  ‘Did you come up with an excuse for your mom?  When are you coming over?’ A minute later a text rang back, ‘Mom taken care of, be over after lunch’ Seeming how it was nearly 11 o’clock when I got out of bed ‘after lunch’ was pretty soon.  I got up and started to tidy the house.  I laughed to myself thinking that Mom would be even more shocked to come home and find me cleaning than she would be to find me wearing a diaper! After I finished cleaning I went upstairs and changed clothes.  Wanting to look a bit more presentable for Jane I put on a nicer shirt and pulled a pair of jeans over my still dry diaper. The fit was a bit snug.   Having just eaten breakfast I skipped lunch myself.  Time still seemed to move at a crawl. Finally I heard a car pull in to the driveway.  I peeked out the window.  It was Jane! I greeted her at the door, pulling her into a long kiss. “Hey there beautiful,” I whispered in her ear “I thought you would never get here!” “Well I had to deal with my mom!” Jane said smiling as she kissed me back “I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to get out of there!” “So what did you tell her anyway?” I asked. “I told her was going to a sleepover at Kimmy’s  house” Jane explained. Kimmy was Jane’s best friend from elementary school.  Kimmy and I didn’t hang out much. I always thought she was a bit annoying. “And she went for that?” I said incredulously. “Well, she said I could go but only if I took this with me.” Jane said indicating a bag slung over her shoulder. “What is that” I asked, though I had a god idea. “It’s my diaper bag” Jane replied blushing. “I guess mom thought if I had to carry this I would be too embarrassed to go anywhere, little did she know…” “Anyway I just told her I was going and that Kimmy wouldn’t care what I had in my bag,” Jane continued “What else could she say?  She had already said I could go!” “But what if she calls Kimmy?” I asked worried, “Your mom will go absolutely mental if she finds out you lied!” “Don’t worry, Kimmy is covering for me and her parents are out of town too” Jane assured me “Besides I might actually go over there later.”   It was then that I noticed Jane had another bag, an overnight bag, in her hand. “Or not?” I asked hopefully. “We’ll see” Jane grinned “But I’ll tell you this. Kimmy has no idea about my little secret and I really don’t want her to find out!” With that we made our way into the living room and proceeded to make out on the couch. An hour later we finally came up for air.  Jane had a strange look on her face. “What’s wrong?” I joked “Am I a bad kisser or something?” “No” Jane leaned in kissing me again, “You’re a great kisser. I umm… need to change.” Jane’s voice trailed off and her face turned beet red. “You don’t have to be embarrassed!” I reminded her, “Did you forget what I’m wearing?” “I know, I know…” replied Jane “It’s just not something you really get used to you know?” “It’s okay!” I reassured her “I don’t mind… really..” “I know you’re so sweet!” Jane gave me another quick kiss and headed towards the hall where she had left her bags. A few moments later Jane reappeared at the door, again looking rather embarrassed. “Peter…” She started “Can I ask you something?” “Of course..” I said, somewhat puzzled at what it could be. “Well, I umm…” Jane stumbled over her words “Well, you see, the thing is… well the Goodnites they were easy.. I mean I just pulled them on and umm... well these… diapers… I kind of have a hard time getting them on straight and umm… well then they leak sometimes… so anyway mom kind of helps me at home and I was.. uhh.. wondering if you… Oh never mind, I just can’t!” Jane stared straight down at the floor. “Jane,” I started amazed at what I was about to ask, “Do you want me to help you change?” “No Peter!” Jane sounded almost in tears, “You can’t, I mean I can’t ask you too… I can’t ask my boyfriend to change my diaper!” “Jane,” I stopped her, “I love you and would do anything for you! Nothing will change that. If you need help, I will help you!” Jane moved reluctantly across the room and set down her diaper bag. “I love you too Peter” Jane replied “I just don’t want to mess things up between us.” “Trust me,” I responded “Nothing is going to change. Nothing but your diaper that is!” Jane smiled and seemed to relax a bit.  Still I could tell she was embarrassed as she undid her pants and revealed a very wet diaper. Slowly she laid down on the carpet in front of me. I could scarcely believe what I was about to do.  My own diaper struggled to contain my excitement. Opening up the diaper bag Jane’s mom had packed for her I was surprised by the contents. Diapers, lotion, powder, wipes. It was more like a well-stocked bag for a toddler instead of an 18 year old girl. “Your mom really knows how to pack a bag!” I commented. “I know, I think she was trying to embarrass me so I wouldn’t go to the sleepover” Jane explained. “Do you want me to use any of this stuff?” I asked. Jane’s answer surprised me, “You can use what you want. I have been getting a bit of a rash, but if it bothers you just change me.” “No, no I told you it doesn’t bother me! I don’t want you to be uncomfortable!’ I said trying to not sound too eager. I carefully undid the tapes and removed Jane’s wet diaper. I was greeted by the second surprise of the day.  Underneath her diaper Jane was completely bare; the hair that normally signified her womanhood was gone. Jane seemed to sense the direction of my gaze and hastened to explain. “Mom made me shave, as if the diapers weren’t embarrassing enough! She said that little girls who pee themselves don’t have hair down there and neither should I!” A spark of fury came into Jane’s voice. “That’s horrible! She is such a ‘B’!” I said agreeing with Jane, secretly thinking how cute she looked. Jane grinned at my comment. I took a baby wipe from the bag and carefully wiped Jane between the legs, moving from front to back as I had seen my mom do with my baby cousin. Jane lifted her bottom off the ground slightly and I wiped back there as well. I noticed the wipe was slightly soiled. I decided not to say anything not wanting her to be more embarrassed. Next I took out the bottle of lotion and squirted some onto my hand.  I rubbed it over Jane’s newly shaved private areas allowing my finger to slip slightly inside a couple times.  Jane shivered slightly and smiled at me. Finally I took a diaper out of the bag and spread it out.  Jane suddenly lifted her legs in the air completely exposing herself to me. I slid the diaper under her and took the opportunity to give her bottom a quick smack.  “Hey! Watch it!” Jane protested with a grin.  She put her legs back down and I pulled the diaper up between them.  I taped it firmly, almost sad that the show was over. “Thanks!” Jane said sitting up “Now it’s your turn!” “My turn?” I asked shocked, “But I’m not even wet!” “So?” Jane teased “That can be remedied can’t it?” I was starting to feel the need to go. “Hold on a minute,” I responded standing up and trying to focus on my bladder. “No, with your pants off so I can see when you need to be changed!” Jane demanded. Wait, was she starting to get into this? I removed my pants and stood in front of Jane in just my shirt and diaper. It took a minute, but I was never one to be pee shy, pretty soon I was flooding my diaper. Jane watched as the yellow line turned green… and then as I kept peeing. “Wow! You sure pee a lot!” Jane commented, “I mean I know I was wet but that was after I went several times, you just soak it all at once!” My mind turned over the fact that Jane had just admitted to wetting her diaper several times, had she already been wet when she got to my house that afternoon? “Okay, let’s get you changed!” Jane commanded “Where are your supplies?” “Well, all I have is diapers” I responded “and they’re upstairs” “Well go get one silly” Jane said slapping my diapered butt. I hurried upstairs and retrieved a diaper from under my bed. Once back in the living room I handed it to Jane. “Lay down” she told me and I did. Jane undid the wet diaper and removed it. “Looks like someone’s still a ‘big boy’ even if he does pee his pants!” I knew she was talking about my hair ‘down there’. With that she took a baby wipe and started wiping my private areas. Instantly my body responded to her touch. “A very big boy!” She teased noting my excitement. Grabbing the lotion she applied it directly to my crotch, stroking me several times. The pleasure was immense, it was the first time a girl had touched me in that way and I hoped she would continue.  Sadly she stopped, grabbed a diaper and tapped me on the bottom. I realized she was waiting for me to raise my legs so I did.  It felt somewhat awkward to be so exposed.  Jane slid the diaper under me and I put my legs down.  After shaking in some baby powder she taped me up. She then laid down on top of me, still in just her diaper and t-shirt and started kissing me passionately.  It didn’t take much for my dry diaper to become soiled again. Chapter 30: The Perfect Saturday After our second marathon make out session of the day ended we sat back and simply held each other.  Jane noted the slight discoloration on the front of my diaper. “Need to be changed again?” she asked teasingly. "I'm okay," I answered "How about you?" “No, I’m fine.’ Jane replied “Perfectly dry!” “You sure about that?” I asked, “Perhaps I should check!” Without warning I slipped my fingers into the crotch of Jane’s diaper. Jane squealed and slapped my hand. “Peter! Watch it!” She exclaimed, though she was smiling. I pulled my hand away but only after giving it one more quick feel. “Well someone’s been a naughty girl!” I teased, “You are wet!” “No I’m not!” Jane protested “I think I would know wouldn’t I?”  “Well the evidence clearly says otherwise” I replied pointing to the front of Jane’s diaper. The wetness indicator on the front had clearly changed colors, she wasn’t soaked but was wet nonetheless. Jane looked puzzled and slipped her own hand down the front of her diaper as if she thought the color changing lines may have been faulty. She briefly felt inside her diaper and then pulled her hand out and smelled it.  “Oh wow!” Jane sounded shocked, “I just thought I had got umm,  excited, shall we say. I guess I didn’t notice I had peed too.” Then she gave me her best pout, “So if I’ve been naughty I guess I need to be punished, huh?”  “Let’s get you changed first!” I answered, thinking of where I could take this. I grabbed the diaper bag and told Jane to lay down on the floor. “It’s a good thing your mom packed plenty of these” I commented as I took out another dry diaper. “Oh that reminds me” Jane answered “I’m supposed to be saving these wet diapers for my Mom.  I have to account for all of them when I get home. There are some ziplocs in my bag to put the wet diapers in.” “Wow! Your mom is crazy!” I commented as I took a wipe and cleaned between her legs, Jane gasped and her body visibly tensed. “Now let’s talk about that punishment” I exclaimed. Without warning  I lifted both of Jane’s legs up in the air and gave her several quick slaps on the bottom. Jane shrieked in surprise. “I think,” I continued as I grabbed another wipe and wiped her now red bottom “I think that for the rest of the day it should be diapers only! No clothes!” I let Jane’s legs back down and started applying the lotion. “No clothes?” Jane sounded worried “At all?” “Not a stitch!” I replied shaking a healthy amount of powder into the diaper. “That way I will know when you’re wet!” I finished up and taped Jane’s diaper securely around her. “Well, I’ll tell you what” Jane mulled over her answer, “I’ll do it, but only if you do it too!” The decision took less than a second as I stood up and whipped off my shirt leaving me in just my diaper. Jane appeared somewhat more reluctant as she stood up and slipped her own shirt over her head. She stood in front of me in just her bra and diaper looking slightly embarrassed. “Can I keep my bra on?” Jane pleaded. I briefly considered giving Jane a reprieve but the naughty smile on her face told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. “You’re the one who was being punished.” I reminded her, “Tell you what I’ll give you a choice, no clothes means no clothes, as in nothing. It’s that or ten swats with my dad’s paddle. You take the swats and I’ll even give you your shirt back!” Jane looked shocked. “I’ve never been paddled before!” she replied, “Mom spanks plenty, but always with her hand! I’m not sure I could take the paddle!” ‘But the other day on the phone you said…” I started. “I was teasing you! Remember? I’ve never been paddled and I don’t plan to be now!” Jane said firmly. “Well you know what that means” I told her. “I know! But trust me Peter, you’re going to pay for this later! I don’t know how, but you’ll pay!” With that Jane reached around and undid her bra removing it slowly exposing her tiny breasts. Jane’s face burned bright red, but I knew she was enjoying this. Jane was an exhibitionist long before today and even now her exposed breasts betrayed her own excitement. “You just wait Peter! You’ll get yours!” Jane smiled and pulled me in to a kiss.  Her bare breasts against my body were too much and I lost it in my diaper for the second time. Jane immediately took note of my situation. “Looks like someone else needs a change!” she quipped, pushing me back down on the floor. The process of earlier was repeated with Jane changing me and spending a little longer cleaning ‘certain’ areas.  After that we decided to clean up the room which was littered with diapers and used wipes. I was about to throw away Jane’s wet diapers when she reminded me that she needed to save the ‘evidence’ for her mom. I retrieved two gallon ziploc baggies from her bag to place the diapers in. As I was wrapping up the second of Jane’s wet diapers (the one I removed just 10 minutes earlier) I noticed that the back of the diaper was a bit dirty too, not really dirty, just slightly stained. The rest of the afternoon proceeded pretty normal.  Well as normal as it can with two teenagers walking around the house in nothing but diapers.  We had snacks, sat and chatted about school, plans for summer, etc.  Finally we settled down to watch a movie. Jane curled up on the couch beside me laying her mostly nude body against mine.  I wrapped my arm around her and placed my hand casually on one of her breasts.  She made no move to stop me or move my hand. After we had watched about 20 minutes of the movie Jane turned to me. “Peter, I’m worried.” the tone of her voice told me she was serious. I stopped the movie. “What’s wrong” I asked, concerned. “Well, you know earlier when I didn’t know I was wet? I told you it was because I was excited. The truth is it wasn’t the first time recently. I think these diapers are starting to mess me up.” Jane explained quietly, “I’ve peed myself a couple times on accident recently and then last night..” Jane paused for a moment  “…I wet my bed. I mean I had a diaper on, but when I woke up it was wet and I don’t remember going!” I decided it was time to tell Jane one of my big secret. “I did too.” I admitted. “Did what?” Jane asked. “I wet my bed too, last night that is, well my diaper really. It was a good thing I had one on!” I replied. “Wait, you’ve been wearing the diapers at home too?” Jane seemed surprised “Not just when you’re around me?”  “Well, yeah.” I said simply “I told you as long as you had to wear them so did I.  If you can’t take them off, I won’t either! That’s not too weird is it?” “Weird? Yes it’s weird!” answered Jane, “But it’s sweet! You keep amazing me Peter!” I went on to tell Jane about how I had dreamed about going in my diaper in front of my mom and how I had woken up in a soaked diaper. I told her about my other accident as well, though I left out the details of that dream. “Oh Peter, that must have been awful!” Jane sympathized “Do you think these diapers are causing this? I mean are we both going to turn into bed-wetters again? I don’t have a choice, but you should stop wearing them right now if that’s the case!” “I don’t know what’s going to happen” I assured her, “But I’m NOT taking this or any diaper off until you can take yours off for good! If I become a bed-wetter, I’ll deal with it!” “I love you Peter!” Jane said reaching up and kissing me. Then a realization seemed to hit her. “So if you’ve been wearing these all the time does that mean you’ve… you know.. done something besides wet them?” Remembering the previous night I instantly felt guilty. “I did take it off once… to do that.” I admitted. “I don’t blame you! Peter I had to use my diaper and it was horrible! It’s much worse than wetting. It’s okay, I would take mine off too if I could!” Jane said emphatically.  “But that’s the thing isn’t it?” I said, “You can’t. I promised you I was in for whatever you were in for. Hold on a minute!” I leaped up and ran out of the room, an idea suddenly coming into my head.  I ran out to the hallway bathroom and locked the door then closed it from the outside, locking myself out.  I ran around and repeated the process in each of the other bathrooms. I returned to the living room and told Jane what I had done. “Oh, Peter you shouldn’t have done that!” Jane exclaimed, looking distressed. “Don’t worry about it!” I assured her “I’ll be fine. That way I can’t cheat, I’m as stuck as you are!” “No, I really wish you hadn’t done that!” Jane sounded worried. What did she have to worry about? I was the one locked out! It’s not like she could have used it anyway! We sat down and continued to watch the movie. Actually, I watched the movie, Jane sat and looked distracted. A After 15 minutes or so she started shifting around, she sat up on the couch and moved slightly away from me.  After a while she moved her foot up on the couch and sat on it, bouncing up and down. ‘What is she doing?’ I thought to myself. I tried to coax her to lay down on me again pulling on her arm. She laid briefly against me and I played with her hair, but she continued to fidget and then sat straight back up. A few minutes later she cried, “Peter I’m so sorry… I didn’t want you to see, but then you locked the bathroom and I’ve been trying all day to avoid it and…” Suddenly Jane’s face turned the darkest shade of red I had ever seen, and intense look came over her. I recognized the look from before my sister was potty trained.  Jane was filling her diaper. Jane stood up and clutched desperately at the back of her diaper, trying to stop the inevitable.  She turned her back to me in embarrassment but then seemed to decide that was worse and turned around to face me. I gently took her hands and said simply, “It’s okay” A few moments later it was over and Jane’s face went from dark red to white as she realized what she had just done in front of me. “I just couldn’t hold it any longer. I am so, so sorry” Jane said ashamed, “Let me get some wipes and I’ll go in the other room and change.  You shouldn’t have to deal with this.” “Nonsense,” I replied standing up and kissing her on the head, “I don’t mind, really.” I went to the hall closet and got a towel to spread on the floor. I had Jane lay atop of it. “Peter you don’t have to do this, it’s really gross!” Jane said again. “Jane I told you it’s okay!” I replied.  For once I wasn’t sure about that statement. The diaper change went okay. Let’s just say it wasn’t my favorite experience of the weekend. I got Jane cleaned up though and I managed not to make any awful faces as I did.  There was still something to seeing my girlfriend in a diaper though! Even a dirty diaper somehow stirred something. After Jane was clean and much more comfortable we were able to finish our movie. Then after a bit more making out (het we’re horny teenagers what do you want?) we decided to get dinner.  Neither of us wanting to go out we decided to order a pizza. Waiting for the pizza to arrive I took the opportunity to wet my diaper and let Jane change it.  Sitting back up from my change I turned to Jane and said, “You know we did say no clothes all day, the pizza guy is going to get a bit of a shock!” Jane looked flabbergasted “I am NOT answering the door in just a diaper! What if it’s someone we know?”  She had a point, several people from our high school worked at the local pizza parlor. It still would have been fun though. When the pizza arrived I wrapped myself in my bathrobe and Jane hid in the back.  The pizza guy didn’t look familiar.  It was probably for the best however, we didn’t want to draw too much attention to ourselves since Jane wasn’t supposed to even be there. After the pizza we played some video games. No kinky twists this time, just straight up Mario Kart.  At about 11 PM I turned to Jane and asked, “Shouldn’t you be getting over to Kimmy’s?” “Nah, I texted her hours ago and asked her to cover for me. That is unless you want me to go?” Jane said innocently. “No, no that’s okay! You can stay here!” I replied quickly. I didn’t want to know what my parents would say if they found out I had a girl spend the night while they were away. Of course the whole diaper thing would be hard to explain as well. “Good!” Jane said smiling, “I didn’t want to have to explain these diapers to Kimmy anyway. She’s a great friend but somehow I have the feeling the whole school would know my secret by Monday afternoon!” Kimmy really was a blabbermouth! Jane and I changed each other’s diapers one more time before bed.  Mine wasn’t that wet but hers was soaked.  I honestly had no idea how a girl so small could pee so much! Jane produced from the bottom of her bag something I hadn’t seen before. “It’s a nighttime diaper,” she explained “Mom makes me wear these to bed so she doesn’t have to change me at night.  They’re made to hold more, uhh.. liquid” The diaper was definitely thicker and puffier than Jane’s normal diapers.  I found myself wishing I had some nighttime diapers. After we each had dry diapers on we laid down in my bed. I looked at Jane and marveled at my good fortune.  I finally had the girl, the girl I had been in love with since I knew her. And she was laying right here beside me in bed! In nothing but a diaper! I leaned over and kissed her, she rolled over to return her kiss and pulled me on top of her.  We started kissing and touching, hands grasping and exploring , caressing and rubbing. It was our most passionate make out session yet.  I reached down and started to un-tape Jane’s diaper, she stopped me. “Not now,” was all she said.  So we laid there and held each other for what seemed like hours.  Finally, Jane leaned over and gave me one more kiss. “I’m going to sleep in your sister’s room, before we do something we both regret.” Jane whispered But, as Jane went to get out of bed she let out a groan. “That’s just great!” she complained. “What?” I asked, concerned “My diaper! It’s ripped!” she said pointing to one of the tapes. It had become separated from the diaper and in the process torn a small hole in the plastic covering. I guess we got a little too passionate! “I can’t wear this now. I told you I wet my bed the other night. What if I do it again? This thing would leak all over your sisters bed!” Jane said panicking. “So? Just put on another one.”, I pointed out. “Right, I didn’t think about that, I guess I’m just tired” Jane said reaching for her bag. “Great!” Jane exclaimed for a second time. “What now?” I asked, looking towards Jane clutching her bag in frustration. “I only have one left!” Jane responded holding up a singular diaper, “I have to have this for the morning, mom expects me to come home in one, she’ll check me as soon as I get in the door!” “I see, that is a problem” I said thinking back to our day, I guess we HAD changed each other quite a few times. “I have to have something for bed Peter. I a doubt I can make it through the night, I already have to go!” Jane cried. “You can have one of my diapers” I offered. “Thanks but I think yours would be too big for me” Jane pointed out. “I know!” I suddenly remembered  “I still have those Goodnites, you know the ones with the hearts on them? You can wear one of those!” I reached under my bed where I had stashed the Goodnites along with my other diapers. “Yeah, I forgot about those!” Jane grinned “You looked really cute in those you know!” “Forget it!” I told her “Those things are way too tight on me! Besides I told you I wet too last night. Those would never hold all my pee. My bed would be soaked!” “Yeah I’m kind of worried about that too.” Jane admitted  “Mom bought me these night time diapers because she didn’t want to get up and change me. But it was pretty lucky I guess, when I really do wet my bed, I kind of wet a lot.” Despite everything we had done that day Jane seemed embarrassed by this revelation. “Well, we’ll just have to make the best of it” I said “You said you have to go right? Why don’t you just go on and use that one your wearing right now? Then maybe you can make it through the night dry.” “I guess” Jane said uncertainly “But this one’s torn. It’s still going to make a horrible mess! Too bad you locked the bathroom, I could have just gone in there for once!” “Now, now” I teased “That would be cheating!” “What are you going to do tell my mom on me?” Jane teased back “Oh well, she’s probably expecting all my diapers to be used anyway. Still what about the tear? I don’t think you want pee all over your floor” “Come here” I said pulling Jane back toward the bed. “Peter, no more tonight! I’m tired!” Jane protested, thinking I wanted to make out again. “No silly, I’m going to help you” I explained “I’ll hold this tape in place so you can go.” I stood Jane in front of me and pressed the tape back in place. “Okay go!” I commanded. “Peter it’s not that easy!” Jane said “I mean I have to go pretty bad, but I still have a hard time making myself do it. Especially with you watching!” “What do you mean?” I told her “I’ve seen you wet yourself at least a dozen times now. I mean you even.. well you know.. in front of me earlier” “I know” Jane said sheepishly “But those were all accidents. I mean I always hold it until I can’t anymore. It’s different for me to do it on purpose” “C’mon. Just try. You’ll be a lot more comfortable” I reasoned, gently pulling Jane closer. I guided her gently onto my lap and stroked her hair.  “Alright” Jane said reluctantly. She closed her eyes and laid her head on my shoulder. After a moment she let out a small sigh. Suddenly my lap felt warm. Had I peed and not even realized it? No I felt dry… just warm. Then I realized, Jane was wetting her diaper. I slowly moved my hand holding the tape lower, touching the diaper at the same time. The feeling was incredible! Jane finished and stood up, her diaper soaked. Jane slipped off the diaper, put it in a Ziploc and threw it with the others in her bag. Then she took the Goodnite from me and slipped it on.  She leaned over and gave me one last kiss.  “Good night, I love you!” she said as she went out the door.  “I love you too.” I responded, turning out the light.  Happily I drifted off to sleep.
This is officially all new content.  I am breaking the newer stuff into smaller chunks. Chapter 31: The Next Morning I woke up early the next morning to someone rustling around in my room. It took me a minute to come out of the haze of sleep but when I did I had a pleasant surprise. A stark naked Jane was standing in the middle of my room! “Well. I usually wake up to a mess on my sheets after this dream” I said sleepily. “Oh hush you!” Jane swatted at me playfully “I need another Goodnite, I soaked the other one. I’m pretty sure your sister’s bed is okay though” “They’re under my bed” I told her “but I have a better idea, why don’t you just come here!” Without warning I grabbed her and pulled her into my bed. “Peter!” Jane shrieked, giggling at the same time “You are crazy” Still, she kissed me, pressing her tiny breasts against my bare chest. This was followed by a lot more kissing, rubbing, groping and touching. But being a gentleman I kept my diaper on, Jane would let me know when she wanted to go further. Finally, Jane laid down beside me and I put my arm around her, holding her close. I wasn’t quite sure what was hotter. Jane in her diaper, or Jane completely naked, her bare skin touching mine. Either way I reasoned, I was a very lucky man. Still sleepy we both drifted off, Jane in my arms and me with a big smile on my face. “Oh crap!” I woke up with a jolt, sitting up straight in bed. “What? Who? I mean umm., What’s wrong?” I said sleepily. I looked over to see Jane looking very upset. “We fell back asleep Peter! And I didn’t put a Goodnite on, and I…” Jane’s voice trembled. I followed her gaze and saw what she was so upset about. There was now a large wet spot on my bed. “I’m so sorry Peter!” Jane cried “It’s okay” I reassured her “You’re not the first one to have an accident in here you know!” I reached under the covers to check my own diaper. Unfortunately it was completely dry, I was hoping to show Jane that I had wet too. I wondered if I could pee in it now and convince her I woke up wet. As I tried to relax and wet my diaper without her noticing, Jane climbed out of bed and inspected the damage. “Oh Peter! Your sheets! Your mattress! I’ve ruined them!” Jane protested, not seeming to mind that she was still completely nude. “No really it’s okay!” I said trying to keep the covers over me as warm pee flowed into my own diaper. I finished up and whipped off the blanket. “Look I’m wet too!” I said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. “Nice try Peter!” Jane replied, clearly not buying it “But I could tell you were just peeing” “Oh, sorry” I apologized “Still it was sweet of you to try and make me feel better. But what about your bed?” Jane repeated, pointing to the large wet spot. “I told you not to worry” I said again. “I was worried about leaking myself so I took precautions. Look!” I pulled the sheets off to reveal the towels I had placed underneath. They too were soaked, but pulling them aside revealed that only a tiny half-dollar size wet spot had made it through. “See nothing to worry about, we’ll just throw these in the washer and no one will ever know!” I pointed out, gathering the wet sheets and towels into a pile. “You go take shower and I’ll get these into the machine” I jimmied the lock so Jane could get into the bathroom. “Thanks Peter” Jane replied giving me a quick kiss. I couldn’t help but swat her bare butt as she headed off to the shower. After getting the washing machine started I headed back to my room and decided I needed to get out of the wet diaper. Since Jane was in the shower I changed myself. Jane came out of the shower fully clothed, presumably with her last dry diaper on underneath. Apparently, our fun weekend was over. “Look, I’ve got to go Peter, my mom will be expecting me” Jane said sensing my disappointment “But I’ve had a great time, really. Sorry again about your bed.” “I told you not to worry about it!” I said emphatically “No damage done!” The small wet spot, almost already dry, would be a souvenir of our weekend I thought to myself. Jane gathered her bags, making sure all her wet and soiled diapers were accounted for. I guess her mom was going to count them. “I love you Peter” Jane said hugging me tightly. “I love you too!” I said back, kissing her slowly. With one last kiss Jane headed out the door, leaving me standing there alone.  Chapter 32: A Price to Pay I got dressed and decided to tidy up the house. Making sure no evidence was left of our weekend I carefully checked the living room, kitchen and my bedroom for any stray diapers and emptied the wastebaskets in each room. I made my bed with fresh sheets and picked the locks on the remaining doors. Seeing that I had quite a trash bag full of wet diapers I decided that I was better off not throwing them away at home. I tossed the bag into the back of my car and headed down the road. I pulled in behind a local strip mall and tossed the bag into a dumpster. Realizing how many diapers I had already gone through I decided I would probably need more soon. At least if I was going to keep my promise to Jane. I headed to the drug store and picked up a new bag of the same generic tape on diapersI was currently wearing. Beside them on the shelf sat overnight diapers like the one Jane had put on the night before. Intrigued I grabbed a pack of those as well and headed to the check out. I told myself I needed to be a little but more careful with these, I was spending a lot of money on diapers! After paying for my purchases I pulled through the fast food drive through and started to head home.  Just then it hit me, I had a book report due on Monday and I hadn’t even started on it! I guess my fun weekend came with a price. I turned the car around and headed to the library hoping to find perhaps to find video or cliff notes version of the book I was supposed to have read. I got to the library and discovered many of my classmates must have had the same idea. All the DVD’s were checked out and there weren’t any cliff notes to be found. Resigned to the fact that I would just have to tough it out the hard way I swiped a copy of the actual book (which there were plenty of) and headed to a computer in the corner of the library.   I had sat there for an hour or so, speed reading and typing notes at the same time, when the large drink I got at the fast food restaurant had made its way to my bladder. Knowing I had plenty of diapers to change into in the back of my car I slowly started to wet myself. I sat there enjoying the warmth for a few minutes when I realized that I had to do more than just pee. I started to get up and head for the bathroom when I remembered what I had told Jane. ‘In for a penny, in for a pound’ or something like that?  But dare I do it here in public? There weren’t many people in the library that afternoon. But still, to do that here in public, I just wasn’t sure.  I sat back down to work on my report, hoping I could put off my need until I got home.  But my body had other ideas,  I shifted and wiggled in my seat, but my discomfort just continued to grow. Finally, unable to sit still anymore I stood up and absentmindedly walked among the stacks of books. I found myself in the health and wellness section where I noticed several books about bedwetting.  Curious I picked one up and flipped through the pages. I was shocked to find several case studies about bedwetting in teenagers. There was one on a fifteen year old boy and another about a seventeen year old girl who had both wet their beds their entire lives. There was even a section about adult bedwetting. Apparently it was all more common than you would think.  Thinking I would have to tell Jane about this I put the book back on the shelf. Perhaps it would help her knowing she wasn’t as alone with her problem as she thought. But this was doing nothing to help me with my current problem.  I realized then I couldn’t move another step, it was taking all the will power I had to hold back what was about to happen.  I gave in and let the inevitable take its course. I really didn’t have to do anything.  I had waited so long that it just kind of happened. I was having a legitimate accident right there in the library. A type of accident I hadn’t had since I was a small child. It was completely gross and yet arousing at the same time.  I finished up and did a quick glance around. I was so glad to see that there was no one else in this section of the library that may have witnessed the incident.  I quickly made my way to the bathroom. It was rather awkward walking there, my diaper hanging heavily between my legs.  I chose to use the single stall family bathroom with the locking door.  Clean up was difficult to say the least, but I managed to make the best of it.  I wrapped the diaper up and stuffed it into the bottom of the trashcan. After retrieving a clean diaper from my car and putting it on I decided it was time to head home. My parents and sister were bound to have been back for some time now. As I turned onto my street I saw their car in the drive way. Suddenly I felt nervous, had I cleaned everything up?  Hoping I hadn’t missed anything, I tossed a coat over my recent purchases I headed into the house. “Hi guys! Welcome back!” I tried to sound casual. Then I came to a dead stop. There in the middle of the kitchen table sat a pink pack of girl’s Goodnites.
Chapter 33: Caught! I couldn’t breathe. My stomach was in my throat. No one had seen me yet. There was still time to turn and walk back out the door.  I could run away, move to Canada, get a job tapping trees for maple syrup or something. My head spun. I had been so careful. How had they found the Goodnites? Had they found my other diapers too? My mom walked in and saw me staring at the package. “Oh hi honey” she said, “Sorry, I meant to put those away. But I guess you might as well know, you’re going to find out anyway. Those are for your sister. It seems she has been wetting her bed and hiding it from us.” I just stared, confused. My sister did what? I had never known Sam to have a bedwetting problem, as far as I knew I was the only one in my family with that particular affliction. Mom was oblivious to my concern. “How was your weekend Peter? I’ve got to tell you the, the house looks great! Thanks for cleaning, and you even did a load of laundry! I’m really impressed.” She gushed. I continued to stare dumbfounded at the Goodnites, this was all too weird. “Those are for Sam?” I managed to get out, pointing at the package “I don’t underst… What happened?” “I’ve never seen you this concerned about your sister Peter” Mom commented “Very well, but you know the family rule, what happens in this house stays in this house. She never told anyone when you were wetting the bed.” Yeah right! I thought, I knew for a fact she had blabbed my secret to all her friends. I had caught them several times in hushed conversations, giggling wildly. They had even tried to sneak in and catch me one time during a sleepover. “Anyway, since you asked” my mother continued “When I got home and saw you had washed your sheets and towels I asked Samantha when the last time was she had washed hers. She said she didn’t know so I went in her room to strip her bed. Her room smelled like pee when I went in there and then I found a wet one of those in her trashcan!” Mom pointed to the Goodnites. Jane’s wet Goodnite! She must have taken it off and tossed it in there before coming into my room early that morning! I had checked all the other rooms but I didn’think to check Sam’s! “Anyway,” Mom explained “I want to make sure you understand, she is not being punished for wetting the bed just like we never punished you. The rules will be the same for her as they were for you, she has to wear these until she is dry for a week. They are for her comfort and to protect her bed. Though it looks like she’s been wearing them already, how she got them I have no idea!” I couldn’t believe this! Sam was being put in Goodnites because of my mistake. Part of me felt she deserved this for all the times she had teased me for wetting my bed. But another part of me actually felt bad for my sister. Mom apparently wasn’t done with our little session of family confidential “So as I said your sister is not in trouble for wetting the bed. She IS in trouble for lying about it. She’s up in her room right now and she is still denying that she did it, even with the evidence I found in her trashcan! I mean you didn’t pee in a girl’s Goodnite and leave it in her room did you?” “No” I responded. After all ‘I’ hadn’t wet the Goodnite. “But..” Mom cut me off “Like she expects me to believe her, especially after what happened on the way to your aunt’s house!” What had happened on the way to Aunt Margaret’s?  I wondered. “Anyway, you don’t need to worry about all that. Did you have a good weekend? What did you do?” Mom asked again “Oh I just kind of hung out around the house.” I replied. “I have a book report to finish up, I’ll see you later” “All right, don’t stay up to late!” mom called as I retreated up to my room. As I passed Samantha’s room the door flew open. “You sick little freak!” She hissed at me. “I don’t know how, I don’t know why you would do that. But I know it was you!” “I don’t know what you’re talking about” I lied. I could tell she had been crying and I felt bad for her. “Oh shut up! I heard mom telling you all about my ‘little problem’.” She spat out “The thing is I don’t have a problem! I KNOW I didn’t wet that diaper. So who does that leave? You! The thing I can’t figure out is why what you’re doing with girl’s diapers! I mean I know you’ve been wearing diapers lately, I’ve seen them! But GIRL’S DIAPERS? You really must be some kind of pervert! And WHAT were you doing in my room!” I could tell Sam was really mad, and honestly I didn’t know what to say. “You have no idea what you are talking about!” I managed to say. I went into my room and shut the door. Sam screamed and slammed her door. I sat down to work on my book report, but I couldn’t concentrate. Across the hall I could hear Sam sobbing. ‘She deserves this!’ I tried to tell myself. When I was still wetting she had teased me constantly. She was always pointing out that she was younger than me but I was the one in pull-ups. She called me “Pee-ter Pants” and “Diaper Baby”, always behind our parents’ backs of course. Still,  I honestly felt bad for her. Despite whatever animosity existed between us she was still my sister and I cared for her. Then there was what she had said. That she knew I had been wearing diapers. I didn’t know how she found out but the thing was she hadn’t told anyone, not even mom and dad. Why had she kept my secret? I went across the hall and knocked on her door. “Hey, Sam?” I said quietly. “Go away! I hate you!” Sam called back. I tried the doorknob and found it unlocked. I went inside and saw Sam lying face down on her bed. “Sam, I’m sorry.” I started. “Sorry for what?” Sam spun around spitting fire “Sorry for being a pervert who uses girls diapers? Sorry for leaving it in my room? What exactly are you sorry for?” “Look,” I explained “Like I said the Goodnite wasn’t mine” I knew I was taking a big leap, trusting my sister with what I was about to tell her. “Please! Please, do not tell anyone this. It could get someone in a lot of trouble!” “Yeah, you!” Sam said snidely. “No I don’t care about me getting in trouble.. It’s my friend.” I replied. “Yeah right, you have a ‘friend’ who left a wet diaper in my room!” Sam said incredulously.   “Really, she’s been having some problems and her mom is being really mean to her, like almost abusive” I hesitated to tell her who my friend was. Sam seemed to have figured it out, “Wait, is this friend Jane?” she asked. “Please! You can’t tell anyone!” I begged. Sam’s attitude seemed to soften. “I like Jane.” Sam admitted “She’s always been nice to me. So her mom is being mean to her?” “Yeah, it’s really bad. She needed to get away from her mom for a while, that’s why she was over here.”  I explained “You know mom and dad would be really mad if they knew you had a girl spend the night!” Sam pointed out. “Please don’t tell them Sam! Not for me, for Jane! It would make things so much worse for her!” I pleaded. “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to get her in more trouble, it’s pretty messed up that her mom would be that mad at her just because she wets the bed.” Sam said sympathetically. So she thought Jane was in trouble for being a bed wetter! Well that was partially true, so I just left it there. “Thank you Sam, I really owe you!” I exclaimed    “Yeah you do! And I won’t forget” She replied. “And I’m sorry you have to wear Goodnites for the week.” I said with genuine remorse. “That won’t be too bad I guess. It’s just at bed time, though I wish I had them in the car trip on the way to Aunt Margaret’s!” I remembered what mom had said earlier “What happened?” I asked. Samantha blushed, “Well I guess I had too much to drink, and we were on the interstate and I kind of uhh.. peed my pants” “Oh that sucks” I sympathized “I’ve been there before” “Yeah, I noticed what you’ve been wearing lately” Sam commented “What’s up with that?” “Oh!” I had forgotten she knew about my diapers, “I um, I was doing it for Jane. You know to make her feel better” “That’s kind of weird Peter, you must really be crazy for that girl” Sam grinned. She really knew all my secrets! Sisters must have secret powers! “Yeah she’s pretty special, how did you know anyway?” I asked. “It’s pretty obvious the way you look at her!” Sam replied. “No,” I stammered “I mean how did you know about my.. you know?” “Oh well I was umm…” Now my sister was the one at a loss for words “I was in your room looking for my.. umm.. hairbrush… and I uhh.. saw them under your bed. After that it was kind of… obvious you were uh.. wearing.” “Why would your hairbrush be in my room?” I said pointedly “And why would you be looking under my bed? You were snooping weren’t you?!” “Don’t get too mad Peter!” Sam reminded me “I am the one keeping your secret” “Yeah thanks for that” I said genuinely, “And I really am sorry you got in trouble” “It’s okay” Sam responded “I’m doing it for Jane anyway!” “Well, thanks again” I said as I got up to go back to my room. Sitting down to finish my book report my mind kept going back to my conversation with my sister. She had known about my diapers and hadn’t said anything. And it seemed she wasn’t going to rat out me and Jane either. Perhaps she really was growing up, even if she was still a pain in the butt! For the next hour I buckled down and worked on my book report. I finished it, probably not my best work but at least it would get a passing grade.  As I was putting away my things and starting to get ready for bed there was a knock on my door.  Mom stuck her head in. “Hey hon, you getting ready to go to sleep? You got school tomorrow.” She asked. “Yeah, I just finished my book report. I’m headed to bed now” I yawned,  “Goodnight!” “I just wanted to tell you, because you probably are going to hear anyway, your sister is due for a punishment.” Mom explained “Like I said earlier, not for her accidents, but for lying. You know I don’t like spanking you kids, but I just can’t tolerate this lying!” Oh my goodness! She was going to spank Samantha! I couldn’t remember the last time she spanked either one of us. And Sam didn’t even deserve it, I had to say something! “Umm, look mom I don’t think you should… I mean you see… I mean the diapers.. the Goodnites.. they were umm…” I stammered over my words. “What are you saying Peter?” Mom asked, confused. “The Goodnite you found, it was…” “It’s okay Peter” Sam interrupted me, I hadn’t even seen her come in. “Peter is just trying to help me Mom, please don’t be mad at him” Sam said to our mother, then she turned to me “You can give me my Goodnites now Peter, thanks for hiding them for me.” I stared at Sam dumbfounded. What was she doing? “You mean you knew about this Peter?” Mom was clearly shocked. So was I, “I umm… I…” I didn’t know what to say. “He found out my secret and I made him promise not to tell.” Sam explained “I hid the Goodnites under his bed in case I had friends over. Please don’t be mad at Peter mom, he was just trying to help me out.” “Well I’m not happy about this, but I guess I can see you were just trying to help your sister. It’s nice to see you two getting along.” Mom reasoned. “So Samantha Noel, since you finally are admitting the truth, exactly how long has this been going on?” Mom asked. “A couple of weeks I guess”  Sam seemed to be making an actual guess  “I’m sorry. I was just too embarrassed to tell you” “A couple weeks? Oh, Sam I wish you would have told me!” Mom said emphatically, “I hate to do this but I think we’re looking at two weeks in Goodnites at bedtime, not just one. We need to make sure have this under control and it seems we have plenty on hand.” “Yes mam” Sam said reluctantly, “Pete can you can give them to me now please.” Still dumbfounded by what was going on I just sat there. “You know my…. Goodnites” Sam said quietly. “Oh!” I managed to get out and reached under my bed and pulled out the open pack of Goodnites. “Thank you Peter” Sam almost whispered, taking the package from me. I couldn’t believe Sam was going through with this. Did she know what was going to happen next? “Sam” Mom spoke gently “The diapers are not a punishment. You aren’t in trouble for wetting your bed, but you lied to us Sam, to me and your father. We can’t have that, I hate to do this but..” “I know,” Sam interrupted “I’m getting a spanking, I heard you telling Peter.” I was beyond shocked. Sam was going to be willingly be spanked for something she didn’t do. “Look Sam,” I started. “Peter it’s okay” Same interrupted then turned to mom “Can we get this over with?” “Very well” Mom said, almost sounding sorry about what she had to do “Let’s go to your room. Tell your brother goodnight.” “Goodnight Pete” Sam said meekly. “Goodnight Sam” I responded looking straight at her, ‘Thank you’ I tried to convey with my eyes. Sam just gave me a small smile. Mom and Sam went across the hall and closed her door. Not willing, nor wanting to hear what was about to happen across the hall I retreated to the shower and turned on the hot water. As stripped down and stepped into the hot, steaming water I considered what had just happened. My sister, who I had only ever seen as a self-centered brat, had just done one of the most unselfish things I had ever witnessed. My relationship with her changed that night, dramatically. After finishing my shower and getting dressed I went across the hall and knocked quietly on Sam’s door. “Sam?” I called gently, the door was ajar so I pushed it open and peeked inside. Samantha was lying face down on her bed, head buried in her pillow. “I’m okay Peter, just go away!” Samantha’s voice trembled, I could tell she was crying. “Okay,” I said quietly, “If you want to talk later you can come over, I doubt I’ll be asleep for awhile.” Sam didn’t respond, so I pulled her door shut quietly and went back to my room. I remembered the purchases I had made earlier were still in my car so I snuck out to get them. Mom had gone into her room and closed the door, dad was asleep in front of the TV.  It didn’t take a lot of effort to get back to my room with my packages. I felt slightly bad about all this sneaking around, with Sam being punished and all, but I didn’t know what else to do. Coming clean to my parents would mean getting Jane in trouble and make Sam’s sacrifice meaningless. And if I tried to make it look like I was using diapers because I needed them who knows what would happen? Two girls I knew had been made to wear diapers in the past week and I sort of had a hand in both. Now nothing about my sister wearing diapers turned me on in the least, after all she WAS my sister.  Jane was a different story, I still felt bad she was being punished, and I hated what her mother was doing to her. But as memories of the weekend we had spent together came flooding back I was most definitely excited. One thing I remembered for sure was Jane’s thick overnight diaper. I wondered how they felt. Opening the package I had purchased at the drug store I pulled one out.  They were definitely thicker and larger than my regular diapers. Plus they had three tapes instead of just two and a plastic backing. I would have to be careful not to walk around the house in these, someone would definitely notice. I had just taped one on with some difficulty (it had been nice having Jane to help me) when there was a knock on my door. I hurriedly pulled on some pajama pants and dove into bed. “Come in” I called out. Sam opened the door and peeked in. “Hey Sam,” I tried to sound as upbeat as possible “You want to come talk for awhile?” Sam walked over and sat quietly on the corner of my bed. It occurred to me that this was the first time in years that she had been in my room that I wasn’t yelling at her to get out. We both sat in silence for a moment, neither of us sure what to say. Sam broke the silence “This is weird” “Yeah, I don’t think we’ve talked like this in a long time” I replied. “No I mean… I wearing the.. you know..” Sam pointed at her pajama pants “I’ve never worn one of these things before, it’s kind of weird.” “You’ll get used to it” I reassured her “And since you don’t really wet, you’ll be out of them in no time. What did mom say, two weeks?” “Yeah they’re not too bad I guess,” Sam reasoned “I just wish I could have avoided the other part” I knew Sam was talking about the spanking she had just received. “Yeah, I’m sorry you had to go through that. You don’t know how much I owe you.” I said with genuine remorse. “Yeah, I’m sorry I had to go through that too! I haven’t gotten a spanking in years. I won’t do anything to get on mom’s bad side anytime soon!” Sam said emphatically. “You didn’t really do anything this time!” I reminded her. “Still it was a good reminder, I know I’ve kind if been a brat lately.” Sam stated. “Nah, you’ve not been that bad” I lied, trying to make her feel better. “Peter I KNOW how I’ve been acting. Truth is I probably deserved that spanking anyway, not for the reason mom thought, but I still probably had it coming to me.” Sam insisted. “Well anyway, it was really great of you. I hope it wasn’t too bad” I said. “It’s not an experience I want to repeat,” Samantha replied, “But to tell you the truth I don’t think mom’s heart was in it. She let me keep my panties on at least, I guess she thinks I’m too old to get it bare. And she didn’t really spank me that hard.” This was getting a bit awkward; I didn’t really want to hear details about my sister’s spanking. “So Jane’s mom is being really mean to her? Is she okay?” genuine concern echoed in Sam’s voice. “She will be..” I assured her “But her mom is pretty crazy. She’s making her wear diapers all the time, not pull ups either, real diapers! And let’s just say Jane’s mom doesn’t think she’s too old for a bare bottom spanking” “Oh my gosh!” Sam was clearly shocked “I had no idea! That’s horrible!” “Yeah, that is why I’ve been wearing too. I told Jane as long as she had to wear diapers I would too, kind of share in her punishment you know.” I explained “Thanks for not telling mom and dad by the way” “No problem,” Sam replied “I figured whatever reason you had them it was your business.” Wow, Sam really was a lot more mature than I had given her credit for. “So when you say you are wearing them for as long as Jane has to that means you wear them all the time?” Sam asked. “Well, yeah I guess” I replied. “And you’re wearing one right now?” “Umm.. yeah..” I wasn’t sure where this was going. “Can I see?” Sam pleaded. “Oh gee Sam, I don’t know, that’s kind of weird.” I said uncertainly. ‘PLEASE Peter!” Sam begged “I mean I am wearing these things because of you, and you know what happened earlier. You owe me!” She had a point, but this was still weird. “Okay” I said reluctantly I stood up out of bed, my new overnight diapers crinkled loudly. Slowly I pulled my pajama pants down to my knees, revealing the bulky oversize undergarment. “Holy crap those are huge!” Sam exclaimed “You wear those all the time?” “No,” I explained “These are just for bed time. Well, it’s what Jane has to wear, so I am wearing the same thing.” Mostly the truth I reasoned. “Well I am glad I don’t have to wear anything like that!” Sam seemed almost amused “Wait, how do you take them off to go to the bathroom?” Did I really want my sister to know that? “I.. ummm… don’t” I said awkwardly. “You don’t what?” Sam wasn’t following me. Then she caught on, “You mean you don’t take them off? You ACTUALLY use them??” Sam almost shouted. “Quiet down, I don’t want the whole neighborhood to know” I whisperd. “Sorry! That’s just really crazy!” Sam said, lowering her voice “You know Jane is really lucky to have you, I don’t think many people would go that far just to make someone feel better.” Our conversation had seemed to make Samantha feel better, she told me goodnight and went off to her room, definitely in higher spirits than she had entered. As I drifted off to sleep I couldn’t think of how strange the events of today had been. 24 hours earlier I would not have dreamed of telling anyone my secret, much less Jane’s.  I most definitely would not have thought I would be telling my sister. But after all we had been through, I trusted she would keep our secret. I just hoped Jane didn’t mind that I had shared it.
Chapter 34: My Sister, My Friend? The next morning I woke up to find my diaper and gone from warm and comfy to cold and itchy. Moreover I had to go again! Wondering exactly how much these overnight diapers could take I laid down and released my bladder. My diaper instantly became warm again and I could feel it swelling immensely. Hoping I wasn’t going to have to do laundry again I gingerly felt my pajama pants and sheets. Dry! These diapers were amazing! Getting out of bed I realized exactly how sodden my diaper was. The entire thing was soaked from front to back and hung precariously between my legs.  Undoing the tapes I allowed the diaper to fall with a mighty plop onto the floor. I turned on the shower and let the hot steamy water wash away my previous night’s sins. I briefly considered putting on another night time diaper but decided it was too risky. I taped one of my normal diapers on instead, got dressed and went down to breakfast. It occurred to me that I was getting increasingly comfortable wearing in front of people. Sitting down at the table I said good morning to my parents and poured myself a bowl of cereal. Sam had not yet appeared in the kitchen. A few minutes later she walked in, dressed and ready for school. “Good morning sweetie! How did you sleep?” mom asked Sam. “I slept fine, and I was dry if that’s what you mean!” Sam said sarcastically. She sounded more like the sister I knew, perhaps what I witnessed last night was a freak occurrence. “No sweetie, I just was telling you good morning! I wouldn’t embarrass you in front of your brother.” Mom explained. “I’m sorry mom” Sam demurred “It’s just I’m not used to wearing these things. I guess I’m kind of cranky” An apology! I guess Sam was changing after all. “But I thought you had been wearing them for weeks?” Mom asked confused. “Oh, yeah, I just mean I’m still not used to them!” Sam backtracked. “Hey Sam! Would you like a ride to school today?” I tried to change the subject. It worked, both Sam and my mom stared at me in awe. “Ummm… Sure!” my sister said surprised.  “I can’t believe it!” mom exclaimed, “I have never seen you two get along like this. It’s fabulous!” Sam grabbed a bagel and we headed out the door.  Sam had been a freshman and I a senior at the same school for almost a year, this was the first time we had ever shared a ride to school. The first few minutes were filled with an awkward silence. Finally I spoke, “So how is everything?” I asked. “Fine, I guess” Sam’s reply wasn’t curt, just short. “And school’s going okay? Do you like high school?” I prompted, hoping the conversation didn’t sound too forced. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool.” Sam said half-heartedly “Sam, you got something on your mind?” I asked, it sure was different playing the roll of concerned big brother. But I really did care. Sam sat quietly for a moment then blurted out, “It’s just I forgot I was supposed to have a sleep over at Jenny’s this weekend. I guess I can’t go now. All my friends would find out what I was wearing! I would be humiliated! I mean I have to be the only girl in my grade wearing these baby things!” “Sam, they’re not really for babies” I pointed out “They are made for big kids, you’ve seen the package.” “Big kids sure!” Sam replied “But high schoolers? Do you seriously think any of the other girls at our school wear Goodnites?” “You’d be surprised” I told her, “You already know Jane does and I was reading recently that 1 in 25 high school students still wets the bed. There are what, 1,600 students at our school? That’s like sixty-four bed-wetters! Besides you don’t really need them, remember?” “Yeah, that’s true” Sam reasoned “Still I would just DIE if any of my friends found out!” “Well like I said, you don’t actually need them right?” I offered “Why don’t you just ditch them before the sleepover?” “I don’t think I could.” Sam responded, “You know mom will make sure I put them in my bag. If she drops me off at the party I won’t have much time to get rid of them. Besides she and Jenny’s mom are real close, she’d probably tell her about my little ‘problem’ thinking she was being helpful and what not” “You’ve got a point” I admitted “It’s up to you. Thanks again for doing this, sorry your plans got messed up” “It’s okay” Sam said almost believably, “There will be plenty more sleepovers” Sam sat quietly for a few minutes. “Sixty-four bed-wetters?” She sounded amused “Ever think about who they are? I mean wouldn’t it be a kick if Madison G. was one of them?” Madison G. was head cheerleader and a world class ‘B’ as Jane would say. Sam, like many girls at our school, did not care for her. “I hadn’t really ever thought about it” I admitted. “Don’t you think it would be fun to find out?” Sam asked. “And how do you propose to do that?” I asked  “I dunno” Sam said casually, “It was just an idea” By that time we were pulling into the school parking lot. “Have a good day Sam!” I called out as Sam exited the car. “You too!” she shouted back, hurrying to join a group of her friends. I grabbed my backpack and set off to find Jane. Chapter 35: Our Duo becomes a Trio “You told who??” “I told Sam, I had to” I told Jane for a second time. “Oh Peter how could you!” Jane cried “The whole school is going to know now! Did you tell her everything??” “Mostly, well not really” I continued  “She thinks your mom is making you wear diapers because you wet the bed and that I am wearing them to make you feel better. I didn’t tell her about all that other stuff. You know like what we did this weekend.” “Oh that’s so much better!” Jane said sarcastically “Now the whole school is just going to know I am a diaper wearing bed-wetter! How could you Peter, she’s going to tell everyone!” “I don’t think she’s going to be spreading any rumors.” I said trying to calm Jane down “You see she’s wearing them too. Well, to bed at least.” “What? You mean your sister has been wetting her bed also?” Jane asked bewildered. “No, she hasn’t. You see the thing is you kind of left something in her room the other night..” I explained. Jane turned as white as a ghost. “Oh no! The Goodnite!” Jane gasped. “Yeah, the Goodnite,” I replied “Mom found it and thought Sam had been wetting the bed, Sam denied it but with no other obvious explanation Mom thought Sam was lying.” Jane just closed her eyes “Oh no…” she lamented. “So Sam obviously knew the Goodnite wasn’t hers and I knew the Goodnite wasn’t hers, but Mom didn’t know that.” I continued. “I thought about letting Sam just take the fall for it, but despite everything she is my sister. I thought about saying it was mine but that would bring up a host of questions; why was I wearing diapers? Why GIRLS diapers? Why was I in my sister’s room? I have a feeling mom wouldn’t buy it. Besides, girls wet in a different… way… than boys” I went on. “I know the difference in girls and boys” Jane pointed out. “Anyway,” my explanation continued “I figured if mom figured out that the diapers weren’t mine the finger might somehow get pointed at you. I didn’t want that so I decided my only chance, our only chance was to tell Sam the truth, well at least part of the truth, and hope for the best.” “Well what happened?” Jane asked, sounding slightly less annoyed. “Well I told you, Sam’s wearing Goodnites” I replied “She totally took the blame for everything. She has to wear them to bed for two weeks, it’s kind of a rule in our house. But that’s not all, since mom thinks Sam has been lying about it she…well… ‘punished’ her last night.” Jane gasped “You don’t mean…” “Yeah, she got a spanking. Not as bad as yours mind you, but still…” I said “Wow!” Jane exclaimed  “I can’t believe your sister would do that, I always thought she was kind of a…” “Brat?” I interjected “Yeah, I was really surprised too, it seems like she grew up overnight” “Well I’m just blown away” Jane admitted “We need to do something really nice for her.” “That’s probably a good idea. Why don’t we stake her out for ice cream this afternoon?” I suggested “That sounds great!” Jane replied as the final warning bell rang, another dreary Monday had begun. The events of the day were fairly mundane. Somewhere between Geometry and American Lit I wet my diaper and slipped into the bathroom to change. It occurred to me how commonplace this routine was becoming. I hoped that I wasn’t causing trouble for myself down the road. On my way to class I bumped into Sam in the hall. “Hey Sam you want a ride after school” I asked, remembering what Jane had said. “Yeah, I guess…” Sam seemed taken aback by my offer. “Jane and I were going to get ice cream, you could go with us, my treat.” I said casually. “Well sure!” Sam exclaimed “See you later then!” After school Sam, Jane and I met up and headed out to the parking lot. “Can we stop by my house first?”  Jane asked , “I need to get something.” “Sure” I said casually “What do you need?” Jane gave me a look, “You know I need a…” “A diaper?” Sam chimed in. “Yeah… uhmm… that” Jane blushed furiously. “Sorry!” Sam quickly apologized “Sometimes I speak without thinking, it’s a problem I have.” “It’s okay, actually it will be nice to have another girl I can talk about all… this” Jane admitted. We pulled up in front of Jane’s house and she ran inside. It didn’t take long for her to return.  “Thanks!” She said as she hopped back in the car “I can’t believe I went off to school without my bag this morning. I’ve been wet since third period. This is much better!” Apparently Jane didn’t mind talking about her diapers in front of Sam anymore. “Just as well” Jane continued “I still haven’t gotten the hang of changing myself at school. There just isn’t enough privacy!” “You could use the bathroom down in the basement by the shop class” Sam offered  “It’s the one person kind and you can lock the door.” “Thanks Sam!” Jane replied “I hadn’t thought about that. That would be better, every time I go into the bathroom I just know I’m going to get caught! I really don’t want to be known as the only high school girl who wears diapers” “I wouldn’t be so sure” Sam said casually. “Sure about what?” Jane asked puzzled “Why would I want anyone to know?” “No, I mean about being the only one” Sam explained “I found two!” “You found two…” Jane was clearly confused “Two what?” “Two other people with our little problem” Sam said making air quotes around ‘little problem’. “First of all you don’t have a ‘little problem’ Sam” I pointed out “You don’t really wet the bed, remember” “True” Sam admitted “But I’m just trying to point to out we’re not alone!” “Second” I continued despite Sam’s continued use of the pronoun we, “How do you know that ‘we’ are not alone” “Well I got to thinking about what you told me” Sam explained “You know about 1 in 25 high school students being bed-wetters and that there are 64 bed-wetters at our school.” I told Jane about the book I was reading at the library and how I had mentioned it to Samantha. “So anyway” Sam kept going “I thought it would be kind of fun to try and figure out who the others were so I started nosing around and I already found two!” “How exactly did you do that” I asked “Did they just come out and admit it?” “Well you know that girl Melonie? You know she’s kind of quiet and keeps to herself?” Sam asked. “Yeah, I guess… She’s in your grade right?” I answered. “That’s right” Samantha  continued  “I sit next to her in Science and one day earlier in the year I noticed she smelled like pee. I didn’t think much of it really, just thought maybe she didn’t bathe herself well or something” “So what does that prove?” I retorted “Nothing really” Sam explained “But I was thinking, maybe there was a reason she smelled like that, you know. So I took a chance, today in class I acted all depressed. She really is a nice girl you see, so she wanted to know what was wrong.  I asked her if she could keep a secret and then told her that I had wet my bed last night and was really embarrassed about it.” “Why would you do that?” I exclaimed “She could tell the whole school!” “But I figured she wouldn’t, she’s just not that kind of person” Sam babbled on “And I was right! Not about her not telling, though she wouldn’t do that either.” “Sam you’re rambling!” I pointed out “Oh sorry!” Sam apologized “So anyway, she told me I shouldn’t worry, that it happens to a lot more people than I think. Then she told me that sometimes she still wets her bed too!” “I can’t believe she just up and told you!” Jane said surprised. “That’s not all” Sam added “She said she had a story that would make me really feel better.” “You know the four Brittneys?” Sam asked The four Brittneys were the notorious mean girls and the biggest clique in the school. You either loved them or despised them and the sentiments seemed equal. “Well Melonie told me they invited her to a sleepover” Sam continued “She said looking back on it she wasn’t sure why she went. I guess she just wanted to be popular. So anyway, she said as they were all getting ready for bed someone found a Goodnite on the floor. She said her heart stopped because she thought it was hers.  But then she looked in her bag and her Goodnite was still in there. So you know what that means right?” “I have a feeling you’re going to tell us.” I replied. “It means it belonged to someone else! One of the Brittanys! You wanna know which one?” Sam asked cheerily. “Not particularly” I tried to sound bored, though I actually found the thought of even more girls at my school being bedwetters highly intriguing. Fortunately my sister ignored me as always, “It was Brittany M! She started crying and said they were hers and that her mom had made her bring them even though she didn’t want to.  Of course since she’s a Brittney all the other Brittneys were nice to her and said they wouldn’t tell.  They even threatened poor Mel that they’d say it was hers if she told anyone. Of course they never found out that Mel was a bed wetter too, I doubt they would be as nice about it to her. ” “Honestly Sam, it doesn’t really matter!” I did my best to sound annoyed “It’s their business you really shouldn’t be snooping in it!” Over ice cream Jane and Sam rattled on and on about a host of different subjects, most not diaper related.  Though I felt a little left out I was glad Jane had found another girl she could be friends with. As we finished up Sam mentioned how disappointed she was that she had to miss her sleepover that weekend. “I have an idea!” Jane exclaimed “You could come over to my house. I haven’t had a girly sleepover in a long time!” “Won’t your mom mind?” Sam asked. “I thought you said she was kind of… crazy?” “She’s not ALWAYS that bad” Jane admitted “She’ll say I still have to wear my diapers of course. It might help if I tell her you wear too, that is if you don’t mind.” “I guess not.” Sam said just a bit reluctantly “It does sound like fun!” “Great!” Jane said with a big smile “It’s a date!” My world has become so strange. The week passed pretty much as normal as any other. Well, normal that is for a diaper wearing high schooler and his diaper wearing girlfriend and sister. Jane and Sam were spending a lot more time together. Which of course meant less time for Jane and I to spend alone.  I didn’t resent my sister too much. I couldn’t forget what she had done for me and I was glad that Jane had a new friend. Jane’s diaper punishment ended Friday morning. She was allowed her Goodnites again, except bed.  It seems her bedwetting was becoming a legitimate problem and she and her mom both agreed that diapers were best to handle her night time wettings. As for me I decided to stick with the diapers. Goodnites were too small for me and I didn’t have the money to spend on any kind of pull-ups.  The idea was that now Jane was allowed to use the toilet again I could also take my diapers off when I needed to go.  I didn’t tell Jane yet that I was still using them. Actually I was wetting now, without much thought or effort  I knew that should concern me but I was having too much fun to care. As for Sam she continued wearing her bedtime Goodnites without complaint. Seeing how she wasn’t really a bed wetter she stayed dry, of course.  That is until Saturday morning. Chapter 36:About Sam I woke up to find my own diaper wet, I thought I remembered waking up in the middle of the night and wetting it but I wasn’t entirely sure. I was contemplating if what I remembered was real or a dream when I heard voices from Sam’s room. “Oh dear Sam,” my mom sounded concerned “You were doing so well” “Sorry Mom” Sam’s voice trembled “I don’t know what happened. It was an accident, I promise I won’t do it again!” What had happened? What was an accident? Was Sam in trouble for something? I hope we hadn’t been found out! “Well you can’t exactly promise that now can you?” Mom didn’t sound stern, rather just concerned “That’s why they’re called accidents. I’m not mad sweetheart, I know you can’t help it. But are you sure you want to go to this sleepover tonight? Perhaps you should wait until we’ve got this cleared up?” Oh my goodness, had Sam actually wet her bed?  That’s what it sounded like. “No mom, I’ll go” Sam sounded sad, almost despondent “I told you Jane understands about my problem. Besides it probably won’t happen again, I really thought I was past this…” “Alright Sam, it’s your choice.” Mom replied “And perhaps you’re right, about it not happening again that is. But you know this means another week of Goodnites.” “Yes mam” Sam said meekly. I waited for Mom to leave the room and walk down the hall. I wasn’t sure what to do. Should I go over and comfort Sam? She sounded so sad! Or perhaps she just wanted to be left alone. I walked across the hallway and knocked quietly on the door. “Come in” my sister called form behind the door. I opened the door and peeked in. “Oh hi Peter! C’mon in!” Sam exclaimed. She was fluttering around her room packing her overnight bag. She certainly didn’t sound depressed! “Umm.. I was just making sure you were okay” I said confused. “I’m great!” Sam bubbled “I just can’t wait for the sleepover tonight! Jane and I are going to have so much fun! We’ve got all kinds of stuff planned!” “Uhh… but..” I started “Don’t worry!” Sam interjected “We won’t talk about you…. much!” “No that’s not it” I explained “It’s just… well I heard you and mom talking and it ummm…. it sounded like you had an accident or something” “Oh that!” Sam rattled on,  “You know I got to thinking. If I’m supposed to have been wetting my bed for the past couple weeks it would be kind of strange if I just suddenly stopped you know?” “Well, I guess so, I hadn’t really thought of that.” I admitted. “Neither had I till I woke up this morning” Sam continued to chatter   “So I decided maybe our story would be more believable if I had one more accident. I laid there forever trying to go and I just couldn’t do it!  So do ya know what I did?   I snuck into the bathroom and sat on the toilet with my Goodnite on and I peed! It was crazy! I’ve never done that! It felt really weird! Not gross, just weird! After that I snuck back in bed and pretended like I was just waking up!” Sam sounded almost proud of her ‘accident’. “But that means you’ll have to wear them for another week!” I pointed out. “I know,” Sam brushed it off “But they’re not too bad, really. I don’t mind. Sorry, I know I’m talking a lot, I’m just so EXCITED!” Sam grabbed four or five Goodnites from the pack and tossed them in her bag. How many nights did she think she was packing for? It was just the one! “Well I’ll let you get to your packing” I said, realizing I still needed to change my own wet diaper. The plan was for Jane and I to spend the afternoon together and then pick up my sister for dinner. After that I would leave them alone for some ‘girl time’. Sam had her bags packed before lunch. Mom of course felt obliged to make sure she had packed ‘everything’ she needed. Sam did an excellent job at pretending to be embarrassed while unzipping her bag to show mom the two Goodnites she packed inside. “We’ll be back to get you round five” I called to Sam as I headed out the door. She was slumped in a chair watching some mindless cartoon. “K” Sam said casually. “You guys have actually been treating each other like humans lately.” Mom commented “What brought this on?” “I don’t know Mom, I guess we’re just growing up.” I said nonchalantly. “Well whatever the reason it sure it nice” Mom smiled. “Sure thing! Well, bye!” I said over my shoulder as I headed to the car. I wonder what she would say if she knew her grown up son had been wearing diapers 24/7 for the past two weeks. Chapter 37: A Walk in the Woods I pulled up in front of Jane’s house and she ran out and hopped into my car. She leaned over and gave  me a quick kiss. I kissed her back, much harder, much longer. “Careful Peter! If mom sees you she might spank your naughty little bottom!” Jane teased. “I should never have told you about that dream!” I groaned. “Still it might be kind of fun to see your butt getting spanked!” Jane said with a sly smile. “So what do you want to do today?” I asked. “Let’s go somewhere quiet!” Jane gave me a mischievous grin. Holy crap! She was in a mood, this could be fun! I drove my car up to an old fire road that was rarely traveled. Tails led off from the sides into the woods.  After parking off to the side of the road I grabbed an old blanket from the truck. Jane threw her bag she carried with her over her shoulder and we headed up one of the trails hand in hand. We walked through the woods in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.  I couldn’t help but notice that Jane seem distracted.  After walking a short distance we came to a clearing. Jane turned to me “Let’s stop here Peter” She pleaded “I can’t go on much further” “Okay” I said spreading out the blanket “We haven’t gone that far. You tired already?” “Not tired” Jane said shyly “Just uncomfortable. I’m wet. Will you help me change?” I had no idea why Jane would want help changing a Goodnite. Besides why hadn’t she just peed before we left or taken it off and gone behind a tree? I soon had my answer. Jane laid down on the blanket and pulled her shirt up to midriff, exposing her belly and something else.  Sticking out the top of her jeans was not the waistband of a Goodnite, but the same tape on diapers Jane had been restricted to all week. “Why are you wearing a diaper?” I asked “I thought you got your Goodnites back.” “I did” Jane hesitated “But these are better aren’t they?” I wasn’t sure how to reply. Did she mean did I like them better? Actually, I did. I didn’t have time to formulate an answer. “I mean they work better,” Jane clarified “I guess a week in diapers kind of has my bladder, shall we say, confused? I made it through school thank goodness, but yesterday evening I was standing in the kitchen helping mom with dinner and I just kind of…went. I didn’t even realize I was peeing until it was running down my legs. I guess the Goodnite just couldn’t hold it all.” “Oh no!” I gasped “What did you mom do? Was she mad?” “Surprisingly she wasn’t” Jane exclaimed “I was shocked really, I thought I was done for! I thought I was getting another spanking for sure! But she just kind of hugged me and said we would work it out!” “But the diaper” I pointed out “Did she make you wear them again? How long for this time?” “Actually ummm…” Jane hesitated  “I chose to wear them. I mean it’s better than having the Goodnites leak all over the place. You don’t think that’s bad of me do you?” “No,” I reassured her “You do whatever is most comfortable for you. I love you no matter what you’re wearing!” “That’s sweet Peter”Jane smiled “But I’m not very comfortable at all right now! Can you help me please?” “Of course, my love” I whispered as I unsnapped her jeans and slid them down to her knees. “I was hoping you’d say that!” Jane pulled me towards her for a passionate kiss. I gazed momentarily at Jane’s sodden diaper and then undid the tapes. Jane lifted her bottom so I could slide the diaper out from under her. I took a baby wipe and gently started to clean her private areas. It was then I noticed hair starting to return where she had previously been shaved bare. As if reading my mind Jane commented “You know, when mom made me shave… down there… she did it to embarrass me. But I really was better for cleaning up. And now it’s all itchy! I thought I might just keep it shaved. What do you think?” “Whatever’s best for you” I said dismissively, all the while thinking ‘yes please!’. I put the wipes away and pulled out the lotion. I applied a small amount to my hand and started rubbing it between Jane’s legs as I had done many times before. I was careful around the sensitive areas though I did allow my fingers to stray a bit. Jane closed her eyes, “More!” she whispered. “More lotion?” I asked. “Just more!” Jane exclaimed grabbing my hand and thrusting it toward her crotch. Getting the idea I started rubbing, allowing my fingers to slip deeper and deeper inside of her. Jane arched her back and let out a soft moan. This was my first time going this far with Jane or any girl I was pretty sure it was hers as well. We kissed passionately as I continued allowing my fingers to explore her womanhood. Suddenly she thrust her had down the front of my diaper, feeling my ‘excitement’. My diaper was dry but she undid the tapes anyway, stroking me furiously. I had never felt such immense pleasure in all my life. I was about to wet my diaper in a whole new way and from the feel of it Jane was getting very wet too.  She arched her back and let out a long moan. My hand was wet and was suddenly getting wetter, a lot wetter! I realized with shock that Jane was peeing on me! She realized it too and pulled away. “Oh no Peter! I’m so sorry!” she gasped, she couldn’t stop peeing and was thoroughly wetting the blanket beneath her. I couldn’t respond, not because I was shocked or angry but because I was just too aroused. Not knowing what else to do I grabbed her hand and thrust it back over my crotch just as I exploded. Jane’s eyes got wide with surprise and then she smiled and kissed me again. I used my diaper to clean myself up a bit and Jane moved to a dry spot on the blanket.  For the longest time we just laid there, naked from the waist down, holding each other.
Chapter 38: The Slumber Party It could have been hours or just five minutes, I’m not really certain. Time seemed to stand still as I lay on there on the blanket with Jane.  But all too soon it was time for us to get going.  I helped Jane into a new diaper and she changed me.  We gathered up our things and headed back to the car.  I stuffed the wet blanket into my trunk making a note to wash it later. Sam must have been watching out the window, as soon as we pulled into the driveway she came bolting out the door. “Hi Jane!” Sam exclaimed “I’m so excited! I just can’t wait!” “So what kind of plans do ya’ll have? Bunch of girl stuff I suppose?” I enquired. “Of course!” Jane said sarcastically  “We’re going to paint each other’s toenails, braid each other’s hair, we’ll probably have a pillow fight, in our sexiest lingerie of course!” “Only problem with that is your sexiest lingerie is a diaper!” I shot back.  Of course there was some truth to that. “Watch it!” Jane warned “Or you won’t be seeing any of mine any time soon!” Realizing that was probably a bit too much in front of my sister she quickly added “So Sam, you wanna watch a movie or something” “Sure sounds great!” Sam seemed oblivious to what just happened. Oh well, I’m sure they’d be gossiping about me in a few hours anyway.  I hoped Jane didn’t tell Sam too much and I hoped Sam didn’t tell Jane too much either! There were still some secrets from my past I wasn’t keen on Jane knowing just yet. We pulled up in front of Jane’s house and the girl’s hopped out. “You girls have fun now” I told them “Don’t get too wild” “Yes dad!” Sam replied sarcastically. I gave Jane a quick kiss before they went into the house and I drove off. Nothing particularly interesting happened that evening. I hung out in my room most of the night. I browsed youtube videos on my laptop and basically goofed off.  I wet my diaper a couple times and changed myself. Around 8 PM I felt the need to do something else. I decided not to fight it this time and just let go. It was much less awkward than the library and cleanup was much easier. I simply hopped into the shower and washed myself off.  Deciding it was close enough to bed time I put on one of my night time diapers. As I laid in bed watching TV I wondered what the girls were up to. Perhaps the lingerie pillow fight had already begun. I woke up the next morning to a soaked diaper. I definitely did not remember waking up to go. I hadn’t considered myself a bed wetter since I was 14 but I guess that had changed. I supposed I should do something about it, college was coming up in a few short months and I really didn’t want to be known as the bedwetting freshman. If I knew what was good for me I would get out of bed, put on a pair of boxers and start using the bathroom like a normal 18 year old. That’s what I should do. But I wasn’t ready for the fun to end. I guess you could say I had a problem. Oh well, I still had four months, still plenty of time to get myself sorted out before college. After disposing of my wet diaper and taking a shower it didn’t take me long to discover a whole new problem. I reached under my bed for a new diaper and found the package was empty! I had completely blown through my supply.  Perhaps this should have been a sign that it was time to take a break, have a day in big boy pants and use the bathroom like an adult. But like I said I wasn’t ready for the fun to end. So instead I grabbed one of my night time diapers and taped it on.  I chose one my baggier pairs of jeans and a oversize t-shirt to conceal the extra bulk. It felt strange walking around in the larger, puffier diaper and I hoped I didn’t look as conspicuous as I felt. I headed over to Jane’s house to pick up Sam. We had a family dinner later that afternoon and mom had made it clear she wanted us both home, showered and dressed by 1:00 so we wouldn’t have much time to hang out, I just hoped the girls had had a good time. Jane invited me in telling me her mom had just left for church. Both girls were still in their pj’s and hanging out in the living room watching TV. As I walked into the living room Sam burst into a fit of giggling. “What are you wearing?” she asked between fits of laughter. Jane seemed to find something funny too and was as well. “What?” I asked, thinking my night time diaper must be more obvious than I thought. “I’ve never seen you wear those jeans before!” Sam exclaimed “They’re kind of goofy!” Jane and Sam burst into another fit of laughter. They were obviously sleep deprived. I’m sure they had stayed up all night talking, probably about me. “C’mon Peter” Jane teased “You’re not exactly the king of fashion!” Yep, I was the primary topic I’m sure. I just hoped Jane hadn’t said too much, after all Sam was my sister. I sat down in the living room to watch TV with the girls. It didn’t take me long to realize I wasn’t the only one wearing something strange. “Ummm.. Sam?” I said pointedly “What are YOU wearing?” Sticking out from the back of Sam’s pajamas was something that wasn’t underwear and wasn’t a Goodnite. It was something I was more used to seeing on Jane. “Are you wearing an actual diaper?” I asked shocked. Sam blushed and quickly pulled her pajama top down. “I umm….” Sam stuttered. “She was just trying to make me feel better!” Jane interjected. “Oh, okay…” I conceded, not particularly buying the explanation. “Actually” Sam confessed “That’s not entirely true.  I uhh… I had a little accident, well a big one really. I drank a lot of soda last night, I mean A LOT of soda. Well Jane said something really funny that… um, a boy at school did, and I kind of laughed too hard and well… Fortunately I had already put my Goodnite on so I didn’t ruin the carpet or anything. Jane was nice enough to give me one of her diapers since mine was soaked.” Several issues arose from this story. First off I was pretty sure I knew the ‘boy at school’ was me. Secondly, I had seen Sam pack three Goodnites, why wouldn’t she just put one of those on.  For that matter she doesn’t even need them, she could have just gone without! I didn’t want to embarrass Sam so I let her story slide. She probably didn’t realize I saw her pack the Goodnites. Besides I wasn’t in any position to judge. “We better get going Sam!” I reminded her “We have dinner with grandma and mom doesn’t want us to be late” “Right” Sam replied “Let me just get dressed and grab my stuff.” She hurried off up the stairs towards Jane’s room. “Hey won’t your mom be mad that you’re missing a diaper?” I asked Jane. “No, she’s not really keeping track anymore. She hasn’t for the last few days. I guess I’ve been wetting so much you know, she didn’t see the need.” Jane explained  “She’s been kind of nice actually, ever since my Goodnite leaked, she’s been a whole different person. I can’t believe but I think she might actually feel bad about what she’s made me do!” “Well wouldn’t that be something!” I agreed. “So did you girls have fun last night? What did you talk about?” I asked. “Wouldn’t you like to know” Jane teased. She leaned in to give me a kiss. As she did she placed her hand right on my crotch. “What are you wearing?” She looked puzzled “Now don’t start that again!” I shot back. “Not your clothes silly! I mean under your clothes!” Jane said slyly “You know what I’m wearing!” I played dumb “Yeah, but those aren’t your normal ones are they, they’re too thick!” Jane exclaimed. Without warning Jane unsnapped and unzipped my pants. “Peter! Those are night time diapers! Why on earth do you have those on?”  I couldn’t tell if she was shocked or excited. “Well.. I umm bought some after I saw yours last weekend. I figured if that’s what you wore to bed so would I”.  My explanation wasn’t the entire truth, but I still hadn’t brought myself to tell Jane I actually enjoyed wearing diapers. “So anyway” I continued “I was out of my regular diapers this morning so I just put one of these on.” “Well it sounds like someone’s being naughty!” Jane purred leaning into me “Perhaps I should give you a little spanking”  “I’d like to see you try!” I retorted, pulling Jane closer and allowing her to massage the front of my exposed diaper. Footsteps coming down the stairs reminded us we were not alone. I quickly set up and fastened my pants, Jane jumped like something but her. “Really guys, get a room!” Sam said jokingly, adding “I think you were right Jane!” Both girls exchanged a mischievous grin. “What??” I asked feeling left out. “Oh nothing” Jane replied.  Whatever secret they had was definitely about me. “Ready to go Sam?” I asked. “Yep! Sure am!” Sam slung her overnight bag over her shoulder. She was dressed and ready to go. For a minute I wondered if she had kept the diaper on under her clothes. Surely she wouldn’t have. But she seemed to be walking differently as she went out the door. Chapter 39: To Grandma’s House We Go (And Home Again) Our family dinner was uneventful to say the least. It was a bit awkward wearing a diaper in front of my grandma and all my cousins. Of course none of them knew I was wearing. If Sam had kept her diaper on this morning I suspected she had dumped it somewhere before we got to Grandma’s. She spent the afternoon running around outside and riding bikes with the cousins. There was no way she would risk getting caught by one of them. After a while we said our goodbyes and headed home. Grandma lived about an hour away from our house. We had only been in the car for 15 minutes when Sam piped up “Hey mom? Can we stop somewhere? I gotta go to the bathroom.” “Why didn’t you go before we left?” Mom sounded slightly annoyed. “I dunno, guess I didn’t have to go then!” Sam’s attitude was showing. “Well, there’s an exit coming up in about 10 minutes, I guess we can stop there.” Mom replied “K”, was Sam’s only response.  8 minutes down the road traffic came to a dead stop. Sam didn’t say anything. She just sat there with her hand clamped between her thighs bouncing up and down in her seat.  After we sat there for another half hour she stopped bouncing, after another 10 minutes she had moved her hand. 5 minutes after that traffic started to move.  “Here comes the exit” Mom pointed out “Do you need to stop Samantha?” Her answer surprised me “Nah, I’m okay!” Mom must have been thinking the same thing as me, “You didn’t have an accident did you?” she asked Sam. “No mom!” Sam sounded mortified that she would even ask. Still I had seen her doing her little pee dance not more than 10 minutes ago. What HAD happened? I hate to admit that I looked at my sister’s butt, but I did. I promise it was out of curiosity, not any kind of perversion.  But as she climbed out of the car the back of her jeans were completely dry. The seat was too. Maybe she didn’t have to go after all. The mystery was soon solved however when I went into our shared bathroom. There in the trashcan was a balled up, wet Goodnite. She must have been wearing it the whole time! I grabbed the bag from the can and tied a knot in it. Knocking on Sam’s door I held up the bag. “You might want to be a bit more careful” I advised her “If mom had found this you’d have some questions to answer.” “I can explain…” Sam started. “Look, you don’t have to.  Just be more careful okay?” I repeated. “Thanks Pete” Sam replied. I took the bag down to the outside trashcan and buried it under the other trash, just as I had done with my own many times. I went back inside and dialed Jane. “How was your grandma’s” Jane asked. “Fine” I answered “But the strangest thing happened on the way back home.” “I bet it’s not as strange as what’s going on here!” Jane rebutted. “Why? What happened?” I asked, Jane sounded a bit annoyed or angry, I wasn’t really sure. “My mom that’s what!” Jane exclaimed. So angry it was! That truce lasted all of a half day. “I thought your mom was being nice now?” I asked. “Yeah, I thought so too! But guess what she came home with this afternoon?” Jane was really getting worked up. “More diapers?” I ventured a guess. What else could it be? “A potty! A little pink plastic princess potty!” Jane cried “I’m in potty training Peter!” Chapter 40: The Pink Princess Potty At school the next day Jane filled me in on the details of her new ‘situation’.  It seems her mom showed up Sunday afternoon with a child’s potty chair.  She placed it in the living room and announced that Jane was going to have to go through potty training again, since (according to Jane’s mom) it obviously never took hold in the first place.  I told Jane that was nonsense and she wouldn’t be having all these issues if her mom hadn’t made her wear these diapers in the first place.  Jane agreed but said at this point there was no point arguing, it would just mean another spanking, or worse.  So Jane agreed to the terms of her ‘training’.  When she is at home she has to go and sit on the potty every hour. The potty was to remain in the living room so her mom could keep up with her ‘progress’.  If she has an accident she has to sit on the potty for an hour and then has to go to the potty every 30 minutes after that until she has gone a whole day without accidents. Jane will continue to wear diapers to school, to avoid the chance of ‘embarrassing leaks’. She will also wear a diaper to bed.  At all other times she would wear Goodnites. The plan was crazy to say the least. I thought that her mom had gone too far this time, perhaps it was time Jane moved out. Perhaps if we told my parents everything that was going on she could come live with us.  Jane however seemed to feel differently. “As messed up as all this is, I’m kind of hoping it will help.” Jane confessed “To tell you the truth I hardly have any control at all lately.  Most of the time when I’m wet I don’t even remember going.” I had to admit I knew what she was talking about.  Several times recently I had found myself going before I even felt the urge and the last few mornings I woke up wet with no recollection of waking in the middle of the night to pee. Perhaps it was time for me to start retraining my bladder as well. “Still it sucks, I’m sorry you have to go through this, your mom really is crazy.” I sympathized. “Yeah, she’s a real ‘B’!” Jane agreed. The day sped by without much incident. Sam had to stay after school for some club so Jane and I had the afternoon to ourselves. One thing had been on my mind all day, and as wrong as I knew it was, I was hoping to see it. Turns out I didn’t have to wait long. In the car on the way to Jane’s house I noticed she kept fidgeting and shifting about in her seat. She looked like she had to go to the bathroom, which was something I hadn’t seen in a while. She had on a diaper after all. We had both become so accompanied to just going when and where we needed that Jane’s apparent desperation seemed out of place. “Umm Peter? Can we hurry up a bit?” Jane asked with a note of concern in her voice. “Sure. You okay?” I asked, knowing the answer. “It’s just I REALLY got to pee, I’ve kept this stupid diaper dry all day and I can’t wet it now!” Jane was starting to sound panicky. We got to her house and I barely had the car in park before Jane tore out of the car and toward the front door. She fumbled with her purse and the contents scattered across the front porch. “Peter help!” Jane pleaded as she doubled over, her hands between her legs. I quickly located the keys and undid the lock. Jane bolted past me into the house. Deciding to be the gentleman I picked up Jane’s purse and gathered its spilled contents. I walked into the house, hearing noise from the living room I headed in that direction. I was greeted with the sight of Jane sitting on a pink potty seat, her pants and diaper hastily discarded across the room. “Wow you really had to go!” I commented, I could hear a torrent of pee splattering against the plastic pot. Jane finished and a happy little musical tune suddenly came from the potty. “I can’t believe she actually put the batteries in it!” Jane blushed.  “I can’t believe you held it all day!” I replied  “Surely your mom doesn’t expect you to stay dry all day if she has you in diapers?” “That’s the point, she doesn’t expect it!” Jane explained “But maybe if I can keep them dry I can finally be done with these stupid things!” Hearing Jane call her diapers ‘stupid’ reminded me that she didn’t quite feel the same about them as I did. Of course she wanted to be free of them. For that matter perhaps it was time I retraining too. I really didn’t want to go off to college unable to control my basic bodily functions. “Can you be sweet and get me a Goodnite? They’re in my room.” Jane asked, seeming to not care she was still sitting on a potty chair. “Sure!” I said, heading up the stairs. Perhaps it was time I started using the bathroom ‘normally’ again.  Now was as good of time as any to start. I had forgotten to stop and buy a new package of my regular diapers yesterday and had resorted to wearing my night time ones again.  So I might as well let that be a sign, I thought,  I won’t buy any more. This diaper, would be my last. Well for the daytime at least, recent events gave me reason to think I might be a bit more cautious at night.  As I entered Jane’s room it was apparent I wasn’t the only one having issues at night. Her bed had been stripped and the plastic mattress cover I had felt on my previous visit was on plain view. I kew Jane was wearing diapers to bed, had she wet so much she had leaked? Perhaps it was just laundry day. But washing bedding seemed like something most people did on the weekend. Jane’s room also had a familiar smell. The smell of a room belonging to a bed wetter. I knew Jane probably found the smell an embarrassing reminder of her problem. I found the smell strangely arousing. The bag of Goodnites was on the floor under her night stand, just as it had been before. This time however there were two more packages beside it. One was Jane’s regular day time diapers and another package of her thicker night time diapers. I grabbed a Goodnite and headed back downstairs. Jane was still sitting on the potty. She saw me coming and reached for a box of tissues sitting nearby. “Thanks Peter!” Jane said as she quickly wiped herself and dropped the tissue into the potty. She stood up and reached for the Goodnite. I was used to Jane being comfortable around me, but I still found it amusing she could stand there so nonchalantly naked from the waist down. No it wasn’t amusing it was downright hot is what it was.  Jane took the Goodnite and made no effort to retrieve her pants. I wasn’t going to remind her. “So if your mom only expects you to use this when you’re at home” I pointed to the potty chair “then why go through all the discomfort of holding it all day?” I repeated my question from earlier. “It’s not like it would be have been the first diaper you wet.” “That’s the point!” Jane exclaimed “I’m tired of sitting around in my own pee! As much as I hate my mom making me use this thing instead of the real toilet at least it’s a step in the right direction!” Jane finally seemed to notice her half clothed state. She retrieved her pants from the floor and pulled them on over the Goodnite.  I picked up the discarded diaper. It was indeed dry, but in Jane’s desperate attempt to remove it she had ripped the backing and torn off several of the tapes. This diaper was of no use anymore. I headed for the trashcan. “Don’t do that!” Jane stopped me “I want to save it for mom to show her it’s dry” Jane took the diaper from me and laid it beside the potty. I was starting to feel the need to go myself. Unlike Jane I hadn’t tried to hold it all day, I had wet earlier and changed myself before lunch. I hadn’t been since then though and my need was suddenly growing. I figured if I was going to start using the big boy toilet again I might as well get started, besides I had shared in all Jane’s other adventures. “Mind if I take a turn?” I asked pointing to the potty. “Actually I do” Jane said apologetically “It’s kind of gross but mom measures the amount of pee in the potty to see how I’m doing. If there’s too much in there she might get suspicious” I should have figured her mom would pull something like that. “Well maybe I’ll just duck into the bathroom then, besides I’d probably break that little potty chair” I hoped Jane didn’t mind me using the ‘big toilet’ when she wasn’t allowed. “Well no you can’t…” Jane said regretfully “Mom padlocked all the bathroom doors to make sure I kept the potty in the living room.” “So your only allowed to use it in here?” I asked “What if you have company?” “Doesn’t matter” Jane explained  “My grandma came by yesterday evening and I had to still sit on it once an hour even if I didn’t have to go. It was so embarrassing!” “Wow that is embarrassing” I admitted, I wouldn’t even want to pee in a regular toilet in front of my grandma. “The good news is I haven’t had an accident since this all started.” Jane said proudly. I didn’t mention the state I had found her bed in. “I suppose you could go out and water a tree in the backyard.” Jane suggested. “I’ll just wait, I’ll be fine” I assured her. Thirty minutes later my diaper was soaked. ‘Oh well, one last time’ I told myself.
Next to last installment. Thanks for reading! Chapter 41: A Night To Remember Weeks passed and Jane’s potty training seemed to be taking hold. She moved from wearing diapers to school back to Goodnites and even tried regular underwear. After several minor ‘leaks’ and one particularly embarrassing accident Jane took to wearing a heavy pad resigning herself to the fact that she may never be completely dry again and that the pads were better to the alternative. Sam had a couple more ‘accidents’ of her own that extended her time in Goodnites to a total of about a month. She was soon out of them though and mom was convinced that the ‘issue’ had passed. As for myself I had indeed stopped wearing during the day. Once or twice I forgot and had to make a mad dash for the bathroom. I continued to wear at night for a while but after waking dry for almost two weeks I decided I was not, after all, a bed wetter. My few remaining diapers lay mostly forgotten under my bed. Life had returned pretty much back to normal. As our senior year drew to a close, I had very little time to think about diapers anyway. Everyone was busy studying for final exams and making plans for graduation. The talk of the lunchroom was all about who was going where for summer vacation and who was going with whom to the prom. I was taking Jane of course. I have to admit I was pretty excited. It was the one night that the rules didn’t apply. Even Jane’s mother had agreed to let her stay out late.  We planned to stay up all night. I had reservations at a nice French restaurant, we’d follow that up with the dance and the after prom party the school was throwing at the local YMCA. Not a wild night to be certain, but I did hope it would be a memorable one at least. The big day arrived and I pulled up to Jane’s house at a quarter to five. She was wearing a simple lace dress with a sleeveless top and a loose skirt that hung just past her knees. Her normally wild hair was pinned up neatly with some small white flowers. She looked absolutely stunning. I told her so as her mom snapped endless pictures of us in the front yard. Leaning in I whispered in her ear “You look amazing! I can’t believe I get to take you to prom!” Jane blushed a deep red. “Thanks!” She whispered back “Wait till you see what I’m wearing underneath! I picked it out just for you!” It was my turn to blush. I couldn’t believe she was talking like that, especially with her mom close by. Her mom didn’t seem to notice. She was too busy snapping pictures and gushing over how her ‘little girl’ was all grown up. She was actually being very pleasant for a change. Still I couldn’t help but wonder what lacey little number Jane had on under there. The way she talked it seemed as if I was going to find out. After our photo session with Jane’s mom we headed over to my house where the process repeated. Only this time it was MY mom doing the gushing. We finally managed to get away and head off toward dinner. As I drove my car to the edge of town I reached over and gently placed my hand on Jane’s knee. Slowly I worked my hand up her leg, past the hem of her dress. “Peter!” Jane shrieked, slapping my hand playfully. “I was just trying to find out what the surprise was” I said innocently. “You’ll find out soon enough! Now behave!” Jane teased. Dinner was very nice. We talked about how strange it was to see her mom in such a good mood. We joked about who would wear the most risqué dress to the prom. We even talked about plans for summer vacation.  One topic we avoided was college. Jane had been accepted to a state school in the eastern part of the state and I was going to a private college in the west. The two schools were about seven hours apart. It was a topic we both knew we must discuss, but that wasn’t the night.  Jane did get real quiet at one point and seemed to be far off. I wondered if that was what she had on her mind, but she was soon back to her usual perky self. After dinner we headed toward the prom. It was being held in the banquet hall of a ritzy hotel downtown. We were just halfway there when Jane turned to me. “Hey Peter…” She sounded a bit nervous. “Can we umm.. stop somewhere?” “Okay” I replied “Do you need the bathroom?” “No” Jane said shyly “I mean somewhere where we can be.. you know… alone.” I almost steered the car off the road. After regaining control of my vehicle, I managed to pull onto the parkway and found a secluded overlook that was well known to the locals as a popular make out spot. I was pleased to find it abandoned, it was still pretty early in the evening. Figuring I knew why we were here I leaned over and started kissing Jane. She returned the kisses passionately and we made out for several minutes. Finally Jane asked kind of shyly “Could we get in the back? You know it might be more comfortable.” I nearly climbed over the shifter and right into the back. I managed to come to my senses enough to walk around and open the rider side door for Jane and help her into the backseat. She slid over and made room for me. I got in and our make out session resumed. I started kissing Jane on the neck an earlobe. She reached down and fumbled with the buckle on my belt.  Glad to help her out I undid my belt and the snap on my pants. She finished unzipping them and slid her hand inside my boxers. As she slowly stroked me she whispered “You ready to see your surprise?” She took my hand and guided it to the back of her dress.  Taking the hint I undid the top few buttons and allowed the top of her dress to fall just below her breasts. Jane was wearing a new lace bra that matched her dress. It was the strapless type and clasped in the front. I undid the clasp and her bra fell onto the seat below. Jane’s small pert breasts were now on display. I resumed kissing Jane about the neck and moved down her body paying special attention to each kiss. Wrapped up in the passion Jane had removed her hand from my boxers but at the moment I didn’t mind.  As I moved down past Jane’s belly button she lifted her hips and allowed her dress to slip down to the floorboard. I gasped.  I had expected to see matching lace panties or even a thong.  Instead Jane lay there in front of me wearing a plain, white diaper. I was confused “What happened?” I asked, concerned “Are you being punished again?” And I thought her mom was being so nice, I couldn’t believe she would do this to Jane on prom night! Jane smiled, “No silly! I’m wearing this for you. You do like seeing me in them don’t you?” Dumbfounded (I had never admitted my attraction out loud) I stuttered “What? No! Umm.. I mean… Ummm.. How did you know?” “It was kind of obvious wasn’t it?” Jane said somewhat sarcastically “I mean you were pretty eager whenever it came time to change me. And don’t you think I noticed how ‘excited’ you became” As if to prove her point, when Jane said ‘excited’ she slipped her hand inside my boxers and started fondling me again. That’s all it took. I exploded inside my boxers. Seeming pleased that she proved her point Jane smiled and pulled out her hand. “Speaking of, I’m wet” Jane pointed out “Will you change me? I have supplies in my bag.” She gave me a coy smile. I hadn’t thought much of the gym bag Jane had brought with her, I figured it contained shoes and a change of clothes for the party afterwards. I now realized I was wrong.  Well partially at least, there was a change of clothes in the bag. But there was also lotion, wipes, powder and diapers. In TWO sizes.” Jane seemed to read my thoughts. “I was hoping to not be the only one wearing diapers to my senior prom” Jane said slyly. “Don’t worry!” I teased “I’m sure Brittney G has hers on!” “Watch it!” Jane warned “I’ve got my regular underwear in that bag too! I can always wear that!” “Now we can’t have that can we?” I said playfully “You’ve been a naughty little girl peeing in your diaper! We can’t have you ruining your pretty dress now can we?” Jane played along, “I have been naughty” She pouted “Are you going to punish me?” Without another word I undid the tapes on Jane’s diaper and pulled her over my lap. Now completely naked I pulled Jane across my lap and swatted her bare bottom a handful of times. Jane squealed and kicked her legs but didn’t tell me to stop. I didn’t want Jane to be uncomfortable the rest of the evening so I didn’t spank her too hard. After several playful swats I laid her back down on the seat and pulled out a dry diaper. Jane lifted her butt so I could slide the diaper underneath. I took a wipe and gently cleaned her and reached for the powder. Jane stopped me, “Can you use the lotion? After all you did just spank me?” She said with a naughty look. I took the bottle of lotion and squirted some onto my hand. Jane’s bottom was barely slightly pink from her spanking but I gently rubbed the lotion on anyways. After her bottom I moved between her legs allowing my fingers to play with her most sensitive parts until she let out a moan of pleasure.  After one last, deep, passionate kiss I sat back and taped Jane’s new diaper snugly around her hips. “Your turn” she said with a mischievous grin. Jane gave me a light shove and we switched positions. I was now lying flat on the seat with Jane above me. With on quick motion she yanked my pants down past my knees. “Looks like someone else had had a little accident” Jane said noting the wet patch on the front of my boxers. “It’s not pee!” I protested, but Jane wasn’t listening. “So you say!” Jane scolded playfully “But it looks like I’m not the only naughty one!” “Does that mean…” I started “Yep! Over my knee!” Jane commanded patting her lap. I laid down across Jane’s lap as she quickly pulled down my soiled boxers. She quickly went to work peppering my bottom with quick hard slaps. “Hey!” I shouted “I didn’t spank you that hard!” “But you’ve been a very naughty boy!” Jane explained. I could feel my excitement ‘growing’ against Jane’s lap, Jane felt it too, “VERY naughty!” She exclaimed. Finally Jane stopped her assault on my rear end and rolled me over. Jane took one of the larger diapers from the bag and slid it underneath me. “How about some of that lotion?” I requested. Jane obliged, the cool lotion felt good on my stinging bottom, I’m sure if I could of seen it, it would have been cherry red. Jane then took the lotion and started rubbing it on my ‘most sensitive’ area.  The feeling was amazing. After just a few strokes I exploded again all over Jane's hand and my stomach. Jane didn’t say a word she just kissed me then used my boxers to clean her hand and my stomach off before taping on the diaper. Suddenly she got a naughty look. “These are ruined!” She declared “We might as well get rid of them!” Without warning Jane opened the car door and tossed my boxers out of the car. “Hey!” I exclaimed “That was one of my best pairs!” “Tell you what, you be a big boy and keep your dipee dry and I might buy you some new ones okay?” Jane teased. Like that was going to happen. Freshly diapered we both redressed and climbed back into the front seat. I sped off toward the dance wondering what other surprises awaited me that night! Chapter 42: Save the Last Dance By the time we arrived at the dance a large crowd was already there.  I would like to say that everyone stopped dancing and watched as we made a stunning entrance or that we at least turned a few heads. However our tardy arrival at the dance went like the rest of our high school career, unnoticed and invisible.  Not that I minded, I was used to wearing boxers over my diapers and I felt a bit exposed with just the thin cloth of my tuxedo pants covering up my secret. As awkward as I felt I was also immensely turned on. I was at my senior prom with a beautiful girl who was WEARING A DIAPER! We spent the entire evening slow dancing together so close you couldn’t fit a sheet of tissue paper between us. My hands remained on Jane’s padded bottom the whole time.  This too went unnoticed as the majority of the couples there were dancing the exact same way. During the middle of one particular slow dance Jane suddenly stopped dancing, looked at me and smiled.  I didn’t have to ask why, I could actually feel her diaper filling with pee!  I swore I could hear it too, the telltale sound of her stream of urine hitting the material of her diaper seemed loud in the quiet room.  I glanced around but the rest of the room seemed oblivious. “Your turn” Jane whispered in my ear.  The trouble was in my ‘excited state’ I found it hard to go.  It took me several minutes to get a stream started and when I did I only managed to squeeze out a bit.  I didn’t think I was as obvious as Jane, but she still seemed to know what I had done.  “Come with me!” she instructed. She took my hand and led me into the hallway. We found one of those ‘family’ bathrooms with a locking door. After a quick glance around to make sure no teachers were watching we ducked inside. It was then I realized Jane’s gum bag was in the car. “We don’t have any supplies!” I pointed out. She reached into her purse and pulled out two diapers and a small baggie of wipes. She really was prepared! Jane glanced around the room and frowned. “I really don’t want to lay down on this nasty floor!” She complained “I wish we had a towel or something.” I noticed the plastic changing table on the wall. “You’re pretty light” I offered “It could probably hold you!” “No way!” Jane protested “That’s too embarrassing!” “It’s either that or the floor!” I said matter-of-factly unfolding the table. “Well I can’t get up there in this!” Jane said indicating her dress “Here help me take it off” She turned around so I could undo her buttons then slipped the dress off hanging it on the hook on the back of the door. Jane turned to face me. She looked quite cute standing there in just her diaper, lace bra and fancy shoes. I helped Jane climb up onto the changing table. “Funny” I observed “If any of the teachers had caught us sneaking in here I doubt this is what they would have thought we were doing!” I undid Jane’s diaper and tossed it into the trash. I then took a wipe and gently cleaned her private areas before taping a dry diaper on.  After I helped her down from the table Jane turned to me and asked “What about you?” “I’d probably break the table” I pointed out “And I’m not laying down on this floor either!” It was decided that I would change myself. Jane wanted to see how I did it as she always had trouble changing in public.  I took off my wet diaper and tossed into the trash with Jane’s (the custodian was getting a surprise!). I then showed Jane how I pinned the back of the diaper between myself and the wall.  I was about to pull the diaper up between my legs when Jane stopped me. “While you’re in that position….” She said getting down on her knees in front of me. I went back to the dance a very happy man. Chapter 43: A Very Late Night After the dance Jane and I headed to the after party. The YMCA wasn’t far, it took less than 15 minutes for us to arrive. As we pulled into the parking lot Jane spoke up “Umm Peter, could you help me with something before we go in?” “Sure what?” I responded thinking that I already knew. Jane confirmed my suspicion “I’m wet, will you change me?” “Again?”  I teased “It was an accident” Jane said sheepishly “A real accident, I guess I had too much punch” That confirmed two things, Jane was still prone to accidents and her other two wet diapers earlier that evening weren’t accidents. She had peed them on purpose! “It doesn’t matter, let’s get you changed” I reassured her. I pulled the car over to a dark corner of the parking lot. Jane climbed into the backseat and I hopped in after her. “Let’s make this quick Peter” Jane requested “There are a few too many people around for comfort” “I’ll be quick” I assured her. I didn’t want to get caught in a compromising position either. Jane slid her dress up and I undid the tapes on her diaper. I slid it out from underneath her and rolled it into a ball before reaching for the gym bag. “Umm Jane? Where’s your bag?” I asked searching around. “I thought you moved it” Jane replied “Is it in the trunk? I was certain I had left the bag in the backseat but I hopped out and checked the trunk anyway. “Nope it’s not in the trunk” I reported “What could have happened to it? Did it fall out at the overlook?” “No, I clearly remember it being there when we got to the dance” Jane sounded worried. I offered the only explanation I could think of “I guess someone swiped it from the car while we were at the dance. I bet they got a surprise when they opened the bag, all those diapers in there!” “But Peter” Jane started to panic “My clothes were in that bag! What am I going to do?” “I didn’t think about that” I admitted “I guess we could just head home.”  “You know what?” Jane said suddenly “I had planned to stay out all night and that’s what I’m going to do! I’ll just have to wear my dress.” “Okay then” I said glad she didn’t want to leave “I was planning on just wearing my tux anyway. So if you’re good with the dress, I guess we can go. You got another diaper in your purse?” “No!” Jane grimaced “I only had the one. And my panties were in the bag! What am I going to wear under my dress?” “I’d offer you my boxers but someone threw them out the window” I pointed out “Like I said, we can head home.” “No!” Jane remained resolute “I said we were staying and we are! I’ll just have to make sure and keep my dress down!” “You mean you’re going to wear NOTHING under your dress?” I was shocked. Jane really must have wanted to stay out. “No one will know, well no one except you. You’re okay with this aren’t you?” Jane asked, as if she needed to. “Okay?!?” I said incredulously “I think it’s hot!” “Well come on then” Jane smiled and pulled her dress down as she stepped out of the car. I climbed out and we walked into the party hand in hand. I have to admit that I spent the rest of the evening trying to look up Janes dress. A couple of times I succeeded and was rewarded with an amazing view.  As far as I knew no one else was the wiser. Only I knew what Jane had on or rather didn’t have on under the dress. There was a wide variety of activities to keep us entertained. There was a ‘casino’ where we could play Black Jack, Roulette and Craps for chips that could be exchanged for prizes.  There was also a photo booth and a cheesy fortune teller. Other activities were not as well suited for Jane’s attire, the mechanical bull, the rock wall and inflatable obstacle course were out. Of course I could have done any of those but I preferred to stick beside Jane. Around 3 AM we were both sitting at the Black Jack table.  I was on a pretty good run and had built up a nice stash of chips when I started feeling the need to pee. Not wanting to break my lucky streak or give up my comfy seat I decided to put my diaper to good use.  I relaxed and immediately felt my diaper grow warm. It was amazing how little effort that it still took. No one else at the table seemed to have noticed what I had just done, why would they? After a few more hands I started losing so I excused myself from the table and went into the bathroom. Being that I also had no more diapers I disposed of the one I was wearing and pulled my pants back up.  As I came back table I leaned over and whispered in Jane’s ear “Now you’re not the only one going commando”. A couple hours later the party ended and we headed towards Jane’s house.  We were both exhausted and agreed it was time to call it a night. We pulled up in front of the house, the front porch light was on but the rest of the house was dark. I walked Jane to her front door, barely able to keep my eyes open. The night was fun, but I had never been so tired in my life.  We stopped at the door and Jane pulled me into a passionate kiss. “You sure your mom’s not watching?” I asked “No she went to bed hours ago” Jane replied “Don’t worry” I kissed Jane again, harder and longer, pressing my body against hers. Suddenly I heard the sound of liquid splattering on concrete. “Crap!” Jane exclaimed looking down. My eyes followed hers, she was peeing! Without warning Jane suddenly lifted her dress exposing her nudity and spread her legs apart as she continued to pee. The flow stopped and she grinned sheepishly “I guess I’m even more tired than I thought. I forgot I didn’t have a diaper on.” “Well I really hope your mom isn’t watching now!” I exclaimed. Jane let her dress fall back down and we had one more kiss before she headed inside. I got back in my car suddenly wide awake. This had definitely been a night to remember. Edited February 26, 2017 by Peter Pants spelling error (see edit history)
And now for the conclusion.... Chapter 44: Graduation Day The final weeks of school passed in a blur. Before we knew it the day was here. Thirteen years culminating in one final event, graduation day! The school was abuzz with excitement, we had rehearsal in the gym followed by a stern lecture about ‘shenanigans’ and how they were not to be tolerated.  We were then sent to a special catered lunch in the cafeteria before everyone boarded school buses to the civic center.  Parking was an issue so no one was allowed to drive. After the ceremony we could all catch rides with our parents or ride the bus back to school. The PTA had provided giant subs, chips and soda for lunch. Jane and I loaded up our plates and headed for our usual table in the corner. Everyone was busy saying goodbye. There was lots of crying and hugging and snapping of photos.  I didn’t have anyone I wanted to say goodbye to. Jane was the only person I even cared about, the rest would just be a distant memory.  Jane took in the scene and seemed a bit distant herself.  “You know we have to talk about it eventually” She said quietly “College, I mean.” “Not today, let’s just have fun, make memories and all that stuff.” I said avoiding the subject. “Fine, but you know it’s going to happen even if we don’t discuss it. We’re going to different colleges Peter. We have to talk about what that means… for us.” Jane said seriously. “And we will, I promise” I reassured her “But let’s just enjoy today, okay?” “Okay” Jane agreed “I am ready to have some fun!” “Speaking of fun…” I started. I had an idea but I was sure Jane wouldn’t go for it. “Yes?” Jane asked in anticipation. “You know that lecture they gave us? The one about shenanigans and behaving like proper young men and women at the ceremony?” “What about it?” Jane seemed curious about this was going. “I’m tired of acting like a proper young man!” I exclaimed “I haven’t done one thing out of line my whole school career. I want to do something crazy, something to make this day memorable!” “Graduating high school isn’t memorable enough for you?” Jane asked. “You know what I mean!” I replied “Something crazy! I had an idea…” “And that is?” Jane prodded. “A dare. Let’s do a dare, you know you dare me to do something and I’ll dare you to do something. If either of us back out then the loser has to do whatever the winner says for the whole summer!” Jane seemed to mull it over in her head. “What kind of dare?” She asked cautiously. “I’m not saying. Neither of us can know what the other’s dare is until we both agree to it” I explained. Jane thought for a moment, “Deal! And prepare to lose, you’re going to be my slave for a whole month!” Truthfully I didn’t care. My plan was to get Jane to agree to the dare and it had worked. “Fine but you go first, it was your idea” Jane demanded. “Well you know that little white dress your supposed to wear under your gown?” I started. “What about it?” Jane sounded worried. “Don’t wear it!” I said with a grin. “So you want me to go nude under my gown?” Jane seemed incredulous “Not exactly” I continued “You can keep on your bra… your bra and your diaper!” “No way!” Jane exclaimed “I’m not wearing just a diaper under my gown! That’s crazy!” “Fine, I win then” I stated “You will have to do WHATEVER I say for the entire summer!” Jane rolled her eyes. “That’s not going to happen!  Fine, I’ll do it. But you just watch out, your dare is going to be worse!” “What’s my dare?” I tried to not sound worried. “You’ll just have to wait and see!” Jane teased. Jane came to a sudden realization “Peter where am I supposed to get the diaper from? I didn’t bring any, I haven’t worn one since prom night.” “I thought about that” I explained “And didn’t you use to keep some extra supplies at the nurse?” “You want me to go to the nurse and ask for a diaper?” Jane was shocked. “Yep!” I replied. “Fine but you’re coming with me!” Jane demanded. We headed down the hallway towards the nurses office. We had about 15 minutes before we had to board the bus. Plenty of time to grab what we needed and rejoin the crowd. Entering the office I noticed that the nurse was preparing for summer. Medications were lined up on the counter waiting to be picked up and cabinets had been cleared out. “Nurse Mary?” Jane called out timidly. The nurse emerged from the back room. “Yes dear? What do you need?” She inquired “I have to say am I poorly prepared for students today.” “I ummm…” Jane hesitated “I just came to pick up my supplies.” “You supplies dear?” the nurse asked, puzzled. “You know the… stuff… I used to keep here?” Jane hinted. “Oh you mean your diapers?” the nurse said as if it wasn’t unusual at all “I thought you didn’t need those anymore. I haven’t seen you in a couple months.” “I don’t” Jane stammered “I uhmm.. I mean.. it’s just that my mom wanted me to get them.” “Alright dear” the nurse said casually “They’re in the back, you can go get them. I have to head up to the office for something.” The nurse left, shutting the door behind her. I followed Jane into the backroom which was filled with half packed boxes and various supplies scattered across the countertops. “Here they are!” Jane called out pointing to a bag of the tape on diapers she had been wearing to school just a few months ago.  Next to them were several more packages including quite a few packages of Goodnites (both girls and boys), two packages of incontinence pads and one more package of tape on diapers similar to Jane’s but a different brand. “I guess you weren’t the only one that had a secret” I pointed out “I wonder who all these belong to?” “I don’t know” Jane replied looking at the various packages “But these will fit you nicely!” Jane pulled a brief from the other package of diapers. “Fit me?” I asked, I should have seen this coming. “You don’t think I’m doing this alone do you?” Jane smirked. “So that’s your dare then” I said, relieved “For me to wear a diaper too?” “Nope, that’s not my dare, but if you want me to wear a diaper you’ll put this on. Now lay down on this cot!” Jane took on an authoritative tone. “But what if Nurse Mary comes back?” I asked. “Then we better hurry up!” Jane exclaimed, patting the cot. I laid down on the cot, Jane quickly undid my belt and my pants, I lifted my hips and she pulled my jeans and my boxers down with one tug.  Jane slid the diaper underneath me and quickly taped it on.  I stood up pulling up my pants and refastening my belt. “Now do me!” Jane demanded, laying down. She didn’t have to ask twice. I quickly unsnapped her pants and pulled them down to her ankles. I knew I had to hurry, Nurse Mary could be back any minute. It would be quite awkward to get caught in this position, still I couldn’t help but take a moment to gaze at the site before me. Even though I had seen it before, seeing Jane, naked from the waist down, shaved smooth (I have no idea why she was still keeping this look, but I wasn’t complaining) and lying there helpless turned me on so much! “Hurry up Peter!” Jane woke me from my fantasizing.  I fastened the diaper onto her and helped her pull her pants up. Jane grabbed the rest of her pack and shoved it into her book bag. Then together we headed toward the ride the bus for the last time in our school careers. The plan was simple, well sort of. When we got to the civic center we would each excuse ourselves to the bathroom where we would slip off our clothes and slip on our gowns.  Most people were already dressed so they simply put their gowns on over their clothes. No one noticed as I headed to the bathroom. I entered a stall and stripped off my clothes. Hesitating for a moment I stuffed my clothes into my bag and put on my black graduation gown.  As I headed back to the crowd I saw Jane exiting the ladies room.  I grabbed her and pulled her into an empty meeting room. “Proof!” I demanded. “Fine, but you go first!” Jane shot back. I unbuttoned my robe and held it open for Jane. “Nice!” Jane commented with a grin “I haven’t said my dare yet. Perhaps I should just send you on stage like that!” “Don’t even think about it! Now, c’mon it’s your turn!” I reminded her. Jane unfastened her buttons and pulled her robe wide open. I stood aghast. Jane hadn’t followed my directions to wear just her bra and a diaper.  She was wearing a diaper ONLY! No bra, no panties, nothing! Just a plain white diaper. Jane’s breasts were tiny and cute as always. Truly she had no need for a bra, aside from modesty. But to me they were perfect and today they betrayed her. Either Jane was extremely cold (it was sweltering, 80 at least) or she was as aroused at the situation as I was. Jane held her gown open for another second and then zipped up, with a smile I did the same. Jane and I returned to the graduation line. No one was the wiser. As usual we hadn’t been missed and no one had a clue what we were, or weren’t wearing under our robes. Or so we thought! “Okay people line up!” a shrill voice sounded over the crowd. It was Ms. McReedy the vice principal and the most feared woman at our school. McReedy was a strict disciplinarian and was altogether unpleasant. I had been fortunate enough to avoid any interactions with her but I had heard stories. “People!” she shouted again. The crowd grew silent and turned her direction. “You were warned about shenanigans!” McReedy seemed as if her head was about to explode “Now I have reports that some of you have chosen to violate today’s dress code! You were clearly told folks, plain white dresses for the girls, khakis and white dress shirts for the boys!” Where was this going? I was afraid I knew! “Now here’s how it’s going to go!” Ms. McReedy shouted “We’re going to make a line, one by one you will show me exactly what your wearing under your gowns. If it’s anything less than dress code you are out of graduation! OUT! Now LINE UP!” My stomach fell to my feet, I looked at Jane, she was as pale as a ghost. Neither of us were counting on an inspection. It seemed our graduation day was going to be memorable after all, in a very unpleasant way. What was I going to say to my parents? The students fell into line. Jane and I were somewhere near the end. While it may have provided a moment of relief, in reality in only prolonged our doom. “What are we going to do?” Jane whimpered. “I don’t know, maybe we can make a break for it. You know get to the bathroom and put some clothes on?” I suggested. “Ms. Andrews!” I heard McReedy cry out “Where do you think you are going?” A petite red head had apparently tried to slip out of line.  “Please Ms. McReedy” The girl pleaded “I was just going to the bathroom! I really have to go!” “Lies!” McReedy screamed “Your going to change your clothed no doubt! What are you wearing girl? Unzip!” The girl unzipped her gown and held it open, her face as red as her hair. She was indeed wearing the standard white dress. “Please Ms. McReedy, I really do have to go” the girl begged. She shifted quickly form foot to foot, I swore I saw a trickle running down her leg. “Go!” McReedy thundered. The girl quickly scampered off.  Getting out of line was definitely out of the question. Ms. McReedy moved on down the line. As more people passed the inspection, McReedy’s anger seemed to grow. About half way through line McReedy cried out again. “Well, well what is this? Blue jeans? You’re supposed to be wearing a dress miss! Please explain!” It was Maria, an Hispanic girl  with long black hair that nearly reached her waist. She was in some of my classes, we never talked but she seemed nice. “Please Ms. McReedy” Maria spoke softly “My family is poor, we couldn’t afford a dress. These are the best clothes I have” I felt bad for her, apparently McReedy did too. “Zip up!” McReedy’s voice softened “And get back in line” So McReedy had a heart after all. I doubted she would have as much compassion on me. She was growing closer, there were only about 10 people between us and Mcreedy now. I looked at Jane, silent tears were running down her cheeks.  I took her hand. “It will be okay” I whispered. Though I had no idea how. “My mom is going to kill me!” Jane whimpered softly. Ms. McReedy grew closer. Jane’s grip grew tighter. She closed her eyes; “Oh no! Oh no!” She moaned. “Remember I’m in the same boat as you” I tried to help “We’re in this together” “No, it’s worse!” Jane whispered “I’m so scared, I think may have  just peed a little!” I had to admit, I was pretty terrified myself. To the best of my knowledge my diaper was dry though. Perhaps if I wet it I could draw the attention away from Jane. I closed my eyes and concentrated. “What do you think you are doing????” McReedys voice was suddenly in my ear. I jumped and a hot spurt of pee shot into my diaper. McReedy was standing right beside me glaring at the boy to my right. “You were actually going on stage like this Mr. Preston??” she demanded. I looked over and caught a glimpse of a lot more of Gary Preston than I ever wanted to see. “A funny prank I suppose! Well you are out of graduation mister! OUT!” McReedy screamed pointing at the door. Gary quickly covered himself with his gown and headed out the door. This was it. I was dead meat. Any second now I would be unzipping my gown and Ms. McReedy and my whole senior class was about to see me standing there in just a diaper. It was like a nightmare playing itself out in real life. Jane was openly sobbing now. I really felt bad for her, this was all my idea. A stupid dare. Perhaps I could explain that, take the heat off her after all. McReedy stepped in front of me.  “Unzip!” She instructed. The world seemed to move in slow motion. I reached for my zipper and started to pull it down. This was it. This was the end… “Ms. McReedy” a male voice thundered out “What is going on?” It was Mr. Thompson, the principal. Great! Now I was going to have to expose myself in front of him too! McReedy turned “Some of the students are not wearing regulation clothes sir!” She explained “I just caught Mr. Preston and I was about to check these others.” “We need the students on stage Ms. McReedy. We are ready to begin!” the principal insisted. “Just a moment sir, I only have a few more.” McReedy started to turn back to me. “Now Ms. McReedy!” Principal Thompson bellowed “Yes sir” McReedy said reluctantly. She noticed Jane was crying and gave her a strange look before turning to the crowd. “Move it people!” She shouted. Slowly we started filing on stage. The first thing I noticed was that my diaper was a lot wetter than I realized, I was even more scared than I thought. Jane and I were lucky enough to have similar last names. We had always sat near each other in homeroom and now we sat next to each other on stage. I felt very fortunate to be beside her on this important day, holding her hand. She seemed happy too. Half way through the ceremony my diaper became cold and clammy. Uncertain of what else to do I closed my eyes and let go.  My diaper instantly became warm again. I opened my eyes and Jane was looking at me, smiling. A bit later I noticed her sitting the same way. Was she peeing too? When my name was called I stood to walk across the stage. My diaper sloshed heavily. I did my best to walk normally, praying it wouldn’t fall off onto the stage. Jane walked next and appeared to be having some trouble herself. Graduation ended and the whole class filed out into the hall. Everyone was laughing and crying and celebrating. I was looking for a bathroom to get my wet diaper off before it gave way under its weight. I was headed that way when Jane stopped me. “I haven’t given you your dare yet!” She said mischievously.  I had almost forgotten or at least I had hoped she had. “Okay here it is” Jane instructed “I want you to find a teacher… no wait… find Ms. McReedy and I want you to tell her that your diaper is wet and you need to be changed.” “What? No way! Did you see what she did to Gary?” I protested. “What’s she going to do? You’ve already graduated!” Jane pointed out “Besides she’ll probably just think it’s a stupid prank.” “I still don’t know…” I hesitated. “Fine then, I win the bet. You’re my slave for the summer!” Jane smirked. I spotted Ms. McReedy walking across the room. This was my chance. “Ms. McReedy?” I called out. Mcreedy stopped. “Yes Peter?” She asked with raised eyebrow. “I… ummmm… I…” I stammered “I just wanted to say have a nice summer.” I chickened out. “You to Peter” Ms. McReedy eyed me suspiciously. I think she suspected something. Jane looked at me and smiled “Come with me slave!” she demanded. Jane led me out to my car where my first orders were to change her. I drove to the furthest corner of the parking lot and we climbed into the back.  Jane was soaked! She must have wet quite a bit during graduation. “Do you want panties or another diaper?” I asked. “Diaper” she grinned. I taped a dry diaper on her. “You don’t get a choice! Lay down!” she demanded. I happily obliged. Jane changed me into a dry diaper. We then both dressed into our regular clothes and headed to dinner. Jane picked the place, I had the feeling she was going to be making lots of the decisions this summer. After dinner Jane told me to drive back to her house. Jane’s grandma had fell recently and her mom had been taking care of her. Often Jane was left alone for the day or even an entire night, fortunately for us this was one of those nights. We had the place to ourselves. “Kiss me!” Jane demanded as soon as we got in the door. I happily obliged. “Now let’s go up to my room!” she requested. “But if your mom comes home…” I started. “Mom told me after the ceremony she was going to Grandma’s and wouldn’t be back until morning. Trust me, it’s safe. And YOU have to do whatever I say!” Jane reminded me with a grin. I went up to Jane’s room and she followed. This was the first time we had been in here together. Jane sat down on her bed and I got the idea I was supposed to sit beside her. I sat down and we started to kiss. Jane laid back on her bed and pulled me down beside her. Our kisses grew more passionate, Jane’s slipped her shirt over her head. She still wasn’t wearing a bra. I moved my lips tenderly over her bare breasts. I reached for the button on her jeans and unsnapped them. Jane wiggled out and kicked them off to the floor. Next was my turn, my jeans came off as well and soon we were lying together in just our diapers. I stuck my hand down the front of Jane’s diaper and started to play. Jane stopped me, “I have protection” she said softly. “Oh, do you want me to change you?” I asked, she didn’t seem to be wet. “Not that kind of protection” Jane whispered. I would like to tell you that this was the first night of many Jane and I would spend together. I would like to tell you that we found a way to make a long distance relationship work. But the truth is we spent one last crazy, glorious summer together. Jane went off to the state college and I went to the private school. We made new friends and soon we grew apart. There was no big break up, it wasn’t messy. In fact we really are still friends. Just friends.  Perhaps that is how it was meant to be after all.
A bit of a bonus. This is a short story, article, whatever. It is complete. I came up with the idea based on the actual fact that several years ago due to severe budget cuts the state of Virginia actually closed most of it's interstate rest stops. This made quite a bit of news back then, The rest stops have since reopened, but it led me to this interesting bit of fictional 'what if'.  Written as a news article in the style of 'The Onion' and other satirical news sites: No Virginia, There are No Rest Stops Virginia- Something new is popping up in vending machines around the Commonwealth. As previously reported recent budget cuts have forced the closure of the majority of the state’s rest stops. Now, at the stops that remain open a new type of machine is appearing beside those offering sodas and snacks. These machines offer something new, diapers. Vendors, who would prefer we call them “absorbent undergarments” or “protective underwear”, have made a wide variety of sizes and styles available. No matter what people call them vendors are hoping that travelers will take advantage of their products rather than suffer the distance between the few remaining stops. On Interstate 81 the rest stop and visitor center located at mile marker 1 is one of the busiest and most visited. With the closures in effect the next available stop is 376 miles away at Virginia’s northern border.  This past weekend saw increased traffic due to holiday travel. Like most of the other remaining stops this rest stop is outfitted with two diaper vending machines as well as revamped restrooms with private changing areas. Parents could be seen lined up with crimson faced children and teens waiting to make their purchase. While some children could be heard loudly complaining that they didn’t need diapers, being well past the age of toilet training, others stood silently avoiding eye contact, resigned to their fate. Older teens and adults could also be seen making personal selections and quietly slipping into the changing areas. “While this isn’t my first choice, it’s certainly better than the alternative” Madison P, a college freshman returning to school reluctantly admitted, “I tried to make the drive home without one and let’s just say the results were less than favorable” Madison selected some discreet pull on absorbent underpants and headed towards the bathroom. Understandably many people at the rest stop were reluctant to talk to a reporter.  A few however didn’t mind sharing their opinion. “I think it’s a shame that law makers felt the need to close all the rest stops” complained Mellissa R. of Lexington, “I mean they certainly could have found other places to cut the budget. This is a major inconvenience to travelers and especially families” With four children ages 8-14 Melissa spent over $10 on diapers for herself and the kids. She was able to purchase the less expensive pull ups for the younger children. But she had to purchase the larger, more absorbent (and expensive tape) on briefs for herself and her eldest daughter Rachel. When asked how she felt about having to wear a diaper again Rachel replied “A first I was embarrassed, I mean what if one of my friends found out? Then mom reminded me that any of my friends traveling this weekend are probably in the same situation.” “Still I wish this wasn’t necessary” Melissa pointed out “With the money I have spent here we could have used for gas or food” Other visitors to the rest stop avoided the inflated prices by bringing their own supplies. Jenny (who spoke to us on the condition we didn’t use her real name), 18, was also headed back to college.  Bypassing the vending area she headed straight for the changing area. “I, have a few night time issues” Jenny hesitantly confessed “So I just brought my own stuff, it’s what I’m used to at least.” Across the interstate travelers exiting the state were also making a pit stop.  Though the rest stop was similarly equipped with vending machines those were not nearly as busy. Instead people could be seen making a quick rush for the restroom, presumably in an effort to save some dignity, while others shuffled slowly towards the changing areas. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be” Mike L of Huntington, WV commented “I wouldn’t normally choose to wear these but they certainly made the trip more convenient”  Indeed, time and convenience seemed to be an unintentional side effect of the new development.  “We’ve never made this leg of the journey so quickly” said George M of Harrisburg, PA “We normally make two or three stops on this part of the trip alone. I’m thinking we might use them for the whole trip.” George’s wife and four kids didn’t seem to agree. At least a few people tried to beat the system and forgo the diapers altogether. While a few were successful, others were not so lucky. While we were there a minivan pulled into the rest area. The Henderson family was traveling from Syracuse, NY to visit family in Georgia. They had made the stop upon entering the state Karen, mother of five, explained. They had all made use of the restroom and changed into either diapers or pull ups.  Her eldest daughter Katee, 16, had not only refused to wear any protection but also failed to make use of the facilities. “She said she wasn’t a child, that she didn’t need to go and she certainly wasn’t wearing a diaper.” Karen explained “We tried to tell her we were all using them, even her father and me. But she’d have none of it. Well, we’ve always been a fan of natural consequences and Katee certainly has had hers.” An obviously embarrassed young lady emerged from the van, her light blue jeans soaked to the knees. “She made it all the way to Wytheville, she begged us to stop but there was simply nowhere available” said Karen “I feel bad for her, I really do. But she made her choice.” As Katee headed to the changing area with fresh clothes her mom headed towards the vending machines. “She refused to wear one earlier” Karen explained “But now she’ll be wearing one for the rest of the trip.” So why not simply stop at McDonalds or a gas station? Wae checked with some local merchants for the answer. “I feel bad for them I really do” replied Bob W owner of a local Shell station. “But the first weekend after they closed the rest stops, the lines formed so bad that our regular customers couldn’t get in” The next week Bob posted a “rest rooms for customers only” sign. Similar signs have gone up at other establishments. Some have even closed their rest rooms to the public all together. “I hated to do it” Said Marie of  ‘Maire’s Gifts and More’ “But we simply weren’t equipped to handle the volume of traffic. Toilet paper, soap, paper towels they all cost money. Why do you think the state was so eager to close the stops?” Marie like most others we spoke to hopes that law makers will find a way to reopen the rest areas soon. Everyone that is except perhaps the diaper manufacturers.
Hey so I had this whole thing written out but the website deleted it all, oh well. Anyways this is about the game Life is Strange, where a girl (Max) has the power to rewind time. This is told in a past tense narration, and switches to her then-present tense mind sometimes. My adventure was really amazing, but there are some parts that you didn't hear. These were… less glamorous, to say the least. I cut it out, but I'll let you hear it. Okay heres what happened: Okay so I was at the end of the world party, and I needed to find Chloe and Nathan desperately, but the only thing I needed more desperately was the bathroom. It was probably the worst I had ever needed to go, well beside that time in Seattle, it's a long story, which I shouldn't bore you with, but I will. So it was a sunny day, I was wearing my typical get-up (t-shirt, hoodie, jeans), and I was at a concert. I went with my friend, who kinda ditched me for some dude. I don't even remember which band it was, I was just there for the friend. As you may know, concerts have notoriously long bathroom lines. I, of course didn't account for this. My friend was kind of a roadie, so we got into this pseudo-VIP lounge area, with an open, free bar. Now a little secret, I have a weakness for Shirley Temple (The drink, not the actor of course). Like screw guys. Two words. Shirley. Temple. So I must've drank a hundred of these (probably more like 4). I have what I like to consider a very tiny bladder. People say I actually have a big one, as I don't pee as often as them, but to me, it's really small. I still have to go once every few hours. Kinda sucks I don't have an iron bladder like Chloe. Anyways so after these many Shirley temples I'm on a sugar high, and then it hit me like a truck. It's like someone just turned my bladder nerves on and suddenly my hands shot to my crotch, and my legs crossed, knees bent, holding in my pee. So I honestly felt like I was going to pee right there, but I figured this VIP lounge had some sort of bathroom, right? So I look around, nothing. The music is blasting, and the lights are flashing, so I figure I may be missing it. I keep looking, as I keep getting desperate, and I begin to regret those heavenly red drinks, which are now slowly trickling into my bladder. Then I see a bathroom. The only problem, is that there is, of course, a very VERY long line. Just the thought of relief made my need that much worse, and I even leaked into my panties a little. I expected the VIP bathroom line to be nearly nonexistent, but to no avail. I know I won't be able to make it if I wait in that long line. So I keep looking. I'm getting more desperate by the second, occasionally leaking. I'm bouncing a bit and it's helping some. I then see a bright white light which appears to be a hallway. I go as fast as I can to see down the hallway. Then I see that beautiful, generic sign of a woman in the skirt, and most importantly, no line. I nearly broke into a sprint, until I realized I had to pee so bad I couldn't remove my hands from my crotch, or uncross my legs, or my jeans would've become a few shades darker blue. Either way I leaked a little bit and felt my panties dampen. So I slowly trudge my way through this fluorescently lit white hallway, with the stupid punk music in the background. I take one hand off my wet crotch and I already feel the effects of the lessened pressure. I felt like my pee was mere seconds from bursting out and wetting my jeans like some child. I hear some guy in the distance yelling, but I'm way too far gone to care. The man gets closer and I've just opened the door when he grabs me and shoves me. I leak even more, to where it's probably visible on my jeans. “This is a restricted area miss, you can't be back here!” You've got to be kidding me. It's a security guard. As much as David was a lifesaver (literally) I still hated him at his job. All security guards seem to hate me. “I. Uh. Just need to use the. Uh.  bathroom” I kinda sounded like a complete idiot, but cut me some slack. I hoped my body language would help me in this case against the man. “Well you can go and wait in line with everyone else.” “I don't know if you're blind but I don't think I'll.. Oh! make it” I leaked into my panties. And my crotch feels soaked. I look to examine the damage, and my crotch is noticeably dark and glistening, but it could be worse, I could still hide it with a hoodie. “Okay miss, I'll allow it, just for the sanitation crew’s sanity.” Hah they both start with San-. Whatever. WAIT! I just got permission!  “Thanks!” I mutter, and I rush into the bathroom. I shut the door, and see the toilet. Just looking at the toilet makes me leak into my panties even more. I begin to take off my jeans when I realize I have a belt on.  “Max what kind of girl wears a belt?" I think to myself  “Oh!” I moan. I leaked even more, there were now lines running down the inside of my jeans. And i could feel my pee slowly trickling out. I instinctively shot both hands to my crotch, which undid my progress on the belt. I realize that I can't stop myself from peeing, so I try my best to take off my belt and slide my pants and panties down. I sit on the toilet and moan in relief. It's over. It's finally over. I examined the damage, and it's bad. But thanks to the low lighting, I hoped nobody noticed. Sorry to get sidetracked. Back to the main story. So I'm at the dumb vortex club party at the pool area, and I urgently need to pee. So I look around, and it was almost like the concert all over again. Except I actually knew where the bathroom was, and I knew people here. I make a beeline for the restroom. Despite figuring I should probably focus on the task of Chloe and Nathan, my need was too much. I rush in and Justin sees me. “Hey Max how's it hangin” god he sounds like Bill Clinton higher. “Oh um. Yea I'm fine.” I should really go, but I guess I'll be polite. He rambles on about his drama, as I pretend to be interested while I pretend I'm not about to wet myself. “Anyways thanks for talkin’ Max, don't be a stranger” God I wish. I finally get in line, and it's longer than since I got in here. What the heck, there were like  6 girls in line, now there's 8. The first and second girls look like they are even worse than me, and are about to piss themselves. The first girl is yelling at whoever is in there. The second girl has her hands really close to her crotch, daring to possibly grab herself. The third girl is kinda chilling, and is occasionally rocking back and forth. The fourth and fifth girl look like they have to go very badly. The sixth and seventh girl don't seem to need to pee at all, and directly in front of me is Dana, who looks like she's at nearly the same level of desperation as me, if not worse. She's wearing her cheerleader outfit, and stepping back and forth, lifting her knees as she does, with her fists clenched. At this point my legs are crossed, and I have to bend squat a bit every once in awhile to alleviate the urge. There's 2 urinals, both empty, and some dude is  passed out over another toilet, without a stall. The only useable toilet has a bra on top, and I can only imagine some chick passed out in there or somebodyis having sex. God this sucks. “Hey Dana” I say, figuring I need to keep my mind off my bladder. “Hi Max, this is quite the line huh? God I'm about pee myself” she says laughing, but underlying sounds mortified. We make a bit of small talking until the conversation dies out, we both need to focus on keeping the urine inside of our bladders. Five minutes later and the line hasn't moved an inch. I'm really starting to regret those couple waters I had at the barn. The first girl, looking like she will pee any second, finally says screw it rushes towards the toilet. She pushes the guy off the toilet pulls off her pants and goes to the bathroom, in view of everybody, including some guys. You can hear the pee splatter into the water and it just makes all our needs that much worse. I bend my knees and out my hands in my crotch, and I hear Dana moan a little and she continues her extreme bouncing and puts her hands in her crotch too. Apparently it was too much for the second girl. She finally did resort to holding herself, and the front of her skirt is soaked, and you can hear the pee hit the floor. She's wetting herself. “Poor thing” Dana quietly says to me.  Unfortunately for the second girl, but fortunately for us, a couple comes out of the stall. I don't recognize them, but I can tell they definitely just did it. The third girl rushes in, and we assume she does her business. Man I bet Warren wishes he was here. He gave me a flash drive, which he forgot to take his porn off of. I took a peak, and found these "omorashi" videos. Guess that's some weird Japanese thing or something. Anyways, The fourth and fifth girl, who appear to be friends, suddenly got super desperate. Like I can't believe they weren't actively peeing themselves. They both unanimously decided that they would just piss in the urinal. The one pulled down her panties and pulled up her skirt, while the other pulled down her jeans and panties, and they peed into the urinals.  “God do they have no shame?” Dana asks me. I shrug, or as close as I can to a shrug in this situation. So now there's only 4 of us left, and the first two don't seem to need to pee at all.  “Hey do you mind if we cut in front? My friend and I REALLY need to go.” Dana says to the girl in front of us, her voice full of pleading desperation. She looks like she's about to pee herself, but then again so am I. “Um… I was here first, sorry.” God that girl is a witch. Dana is crying, and her mascara is running. She's jumping up and down, her hands deep in her crotch, and I feel so bad for her. I can Though I need some time for self pity. My legs are crossed extremely tight. I have my hands really deep in my crotch, doing whatever I can to delay the inevitable I feel myself leaking a little. It probably isn’t quite visible.. Finally Dana cries out and she pees her panties. She slides down the wall, and I feel awful for her. But I have my own problem right now I'm leaking more every second..  The girl finally comes out of the stall and the next girl goes in. I feel absolutely helpless, and I still have a girl in front of me. I'm leaking far too much for my own good. God I am so desperate, I'm crying. The girl comes out and the other goes in. Come on Max, just a minute or two more. I try to resist the urge but it's too much.Finally it's too painful. My pee forces itself out. I stand there mortified, as pee soaks my panties, then my pants, and then the floor around me. I cry and wonder what I can do. I can't do anything with my pants soaking wet. I am then reminded that I can rewind time. Thank god for that. I rewind back to when I first entered the party. God my bladder is full again. And it feels even worse after having just had that amazing relief. I, again, make a beeline to the bathroom. Justin calls me but i tell him I don't have time, and I get in line. I'm seventh. I just barely ended up behind the sixth girl. Now I shouldn't pee myself, if everything goes the same. The first pees in the open toilet, the second wets herself. The third goes in after the couple comes out of the stall, the fourth and fifth go in the urinals, and I wait for the third girl to come out. I'm extremely desperate and already began to leak a little bit, but thankfully the third girl comes out. The sixth girl goes in, and I think I'm gonna make it. I hear Dana moan behind me, and I feel awful. I can't stand to see my friend like this, but I have bigger issues. I'm nearly flooding my jeans, and I finally hear the flush. Just that makes me leak, and finally the girl comes out and I dash in, and I pull down my panties and pee. The pleasure is nearly orgasmic, and I finish quickly in hope Dana has a better will this times I walk out and I see Dana, sitting on the floor crying, and you can see her panties, soaked. Behind the girl. God I can't do this to Dana. I reluctantly rewind again. Man it never gets better. The pressure on my bladder is immense. At this point I'm gonna try a different strategy. I find Dana outside of the bathroom, and ask her to go swimming. I take off my layers and we go in. The frigid water makes me spurt, and I just begin to go. I release the contents of my bladder. I close my eyes and it feels amazing. Then everyone gasps.and the water surrounding me turns purple. God what is this “Grown Ups”? The whole entire pool is disgusted, and I rewind. God my bladder is SO full. It feels like every rewind my bladder becomes slightly more full. I guess that must be my bladder muscles being tired. This time I race to find the two idiot girls who barely had to pee, and push them into the pool without them knowing it's me. They don't call me the Blackwell ninja for nothing. I'm waddling at this point. And I go to the bathroom. I reject Justin, and get in line behind Dana. The first and second girl already peed, and the fourth and fifth are currently pissing in the urinals. I assume the third is inside the stall. Dana looks absolutely desperate. She sees me and I feel like I may need to pee even worse than her, thanks to the fatigue of my bladder muscles. I already have leaked to where it is visible. I definitely do not think I can make it till after her. She then suddenly asks. “Hey I owe you one for lending me the flash drive and resolving that Victoria sitatuation. Thank god, I actually had to pee almost worse than now while I was locked in my dorm. Anyways do you-Oh!-wanna go in front?” I freeze time, and my insane urge to pee doesn't go away, but it doesn't grow. It honestly feels kinda nice. Anyways I contemplate the decision. I know Dana can't hold it for me to go, but I also know that I can't hold it either. But I can try. I'll let her go first. “You can go, I'll be fine.” Dana looks relieved. The girl comes out of the stall, and she rushes in. I struggle to keep the pee in. I already leaked to where my crotch is plenty shades darker than the rest of my jeans, but I pray Dana goes quickly.. I leak even more and then eventually my jeans go from a light blue to dark navy. I start crying. It feels so good, but I'm mortified, imagine if someone sees me like this. This is so unfair.  I rewind a little bit, and tell Dana that I will go first, and thank her profusely. My urge to pee is so strong. I'm actively leaking, and I can't stop it. The girl comes out, and I rush into the bathroom, and barely get my panties down before I start to pee. I pee as quickly as I can, in hopes of possibly saving Dana. God it feels so good it's like pure ecstasy. I finish and rush out, but I see Dana, on the floor crying with a wet cheerleading outfit. I rewind a little by one last time. I can't do this to a friend. I tell Dana she can go, and I run out into the party, in pure despair and desperation. I've never had this sense of urgency. Thank god it is dark, as then they can't tell that I'm already leaking to where it is really visible. Moving actually helps me hold it in, and I'm hoping I can possibly make it outside and find a bush. As I'm running out I hear a familiar voice coming from ahead. It's Warren. My relationship with Warren was complicated. I liked him, but I wasn't sure if I liked him romantically. Anyways he sees me, and I'm running with my hands in my crotch obviously desperate to pee, and I see him just stare. Heck it wasn't even a stare he was basically ogling me. I then remember his whole "omorashi" thing and get an idea. He stops talking and I run towards him. He's standing on an uncrowded sidewalk, and I tell him that I'm about to pee myself and I need his help. He just stands there, and he tries to answer but his brain just seems fried. I, distracted by Warren, leak and pee myself. It feels so good, and I hug him and collapse into him.  He comes to his senses and kisses me passionately. I then rewind and decide I wanna do this differently. I rewind just a little bit, from when I see Warren, I run to him. I feel the pee nearly coming out. I yell for him to go to the other side of the building where nobody is. I grab his hand and drag him behind the building and kiss him. Boy do I kiss him. I push him to the ground and straddle him, biting my lip. I'm grinding on top of him, trying hold my pee, but leaking a lot. He stops and says “You can go and pee y’know” and, I just wink. And then I pee on his crotch, through my panties, my jeans, his jeans, and his boxers. We kept making out and he put his hand in my crotch as I peed, and it escalated from there  It was the most amazingly arousing thing I've ever done. I wanted to do it over and over again. The best part was... I could. thanks for reading! ~B
A/N: Discrete or secret wettings are my absolute favorite kind. I had a messy year, a bad breakup and barely enough time to blink. I got the entire Dragon Ball Z series on DVD for Christmas and it made me so nostalgic. So I thought why not write a discrete wetting fic starring my favorite character? Here is the result. xxx Formal debriefings were the bane of Vegeta’s existence. He dressed for the occasion via his blue spandex like skinsuit, white boots, white gloves, white Saiyan armor with a codpiece and tassets and a cape to top it off. The cape was black on the inside and deep red on the outside. It fell to his ankles, signifying his royal roots as the prince of all Saiyans. Vegeta tapped the device suctioned to his ear. The tiny green screen over his left eye told him the time. He kept his scouter’s clock set two minutes fast. Damn. Not much time to achieve more than the appearance of looking fresh after hours in space. Getting word of the debriefing immediately after a mission made it all the more annoying. Vegeta scarcely had enough time to wash up, smooth out his flame shaped black hair, get into clean attire and make his way to Frieza’s boardroom. He spent twelve hours traveling in space via his attack ball and wanted to walk around a bit to stretch his legs. He hadn’t taken a piss in almost fourteen hours. His bladder had filled slowly during that time. While the urge to pee wasn’t urgent yet, the chilly temperature of the base made him obnoxiously aware of it. Why did he opt for the warm weather skinsuit instead of the more insulated cool weather one? Debriefings after landing were annoying for another reason: A lack of sleep. The cushy chairs Vegeta, Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria got to sit in were comfortable enough to make him nod off if he got too bored. Falling asleep in debriefings was the height of rudeness. Vegeta stopped at a service station to grab a fizzy white caffeinated concoction with a vaguely fruity flavor. The high concentration caffeine content would wake him up. He finished it just prior to entering the large boardroom and chucked the cup into the vacuum trash sconce mounted inside the door. The boardroom had concave crystalline purple walls and a glossy black floor. Large conical light fixtures lined the mirrored ceiling to bathe the room with blue-white light. A black and gold marble table the size of a small closet was the room’s centerpiece. Four specially molded chairs denoted the head of the table. Lesser peoples’ chairs were positioned in rows starting six feet away from the head of the table. Vegeta’s chair placed him near the upper right hand corner. Right next to a whirring generator that ran the lights. Vegeta took a seat on the thick, plush cushioned golden chair made specially to his measurements. The ornate metal backing came halfway up his back. He swept his cape out from under him to avoid the satin getting wrinkled and plopped down on the velvety black cushion. Gaps under the arms of the seat gave his tassets room to spread out instead of bunching up in awkward positions. The seat itself rested atop a thick silver pillar. All other chairs had thinner cushions and were egg shaped instead of contoured to individual bodies.  Vegeta was the only other person besides Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria allowed to sit at the very head of the rectangular table. Not even the Ginyu Force got such an honor, and Vegeta loved rubbing that in their faces when Frieza wasn’t looking. The caffeine hit Vegeta’s bloodstream as others filed in. He went from yawning and struggling to stay awake to bright eyed alertness. Vegeta saw Nappa storm in. Not good, somebody had to wake him up to tell him about the debriefing and Nappa didn’t take kindly to that. He was huge, all muscles with a bushy Saiyan tail and undisguised displeasure on his aging face. Sweat beaded on his bald head. Behind him, bushy haired Raditz strutted along with a salacious swish of his Saiyan tail. He was huge too…all muscles, long hair and mischievous eyes. Vegeta often felt tiny next to them. Sure, he was shorter than average for a Saiyan, however it wasn’t by much. He acknowledged his fellow Saiyans with a nod as they took the two seats closest to the head of the table. Both Saiyans wore standard issue black armor over black skinsuit shorts. They just got seated when they were uprooted from their chosen spot by the obnoxious Ginyu Force. Those five jackasses annoyed everyone, and the only thing saving their lives was their disgustingly high power levels. Raditz and Nappa moved over, angrily protesting the whole way.  Two more figures appeared in the door. Zarbon was the tall, pretty soldier with pale blue-green skin who wore his emerald green hair in a long braid. White and purple baubles dangled off his ears and adorned his forehead. His golden eyes scanned the room with an air of disdain that turned to hatred when they met Vegeta’s. Zarbon hated it when Vegeta wore his cape because he despised his own cape being upstaged. Next came Dodoria, the obese yet muscular pink alien covered in spiky knobs like some sort of coral. Blue Saiyan style armor adorned his stocky body. His beady eyes scanned the room too and the wheezing sounds of his heavy breathing became a growl when a panicked late soldier rushed into the boardroom to snag a seat. A long shadow with a sideways horn on each side of its head stretched across the floor. The commotion in the room suddenly died. From chaos to silence in a mere second. The shadow shrank and shrank. Hardly anyone breathed when they looked upon the reptilian humanoid making his entrance on delicate three toed feet.  Frieza slipped into the boardroom with his chin up and his fists tucked nonchalantly behind his back. His long, armored tail swished behind him. It was absurd to see people quivering at someone tinier than Vegeta. He didn’t look powerful at all. He was four feet tall and scrawny, his compact dark pink body only vaguely muscular. That disgusting little creature possessed the ability to annihilate entire solar systems with a flick of his wrist. Nappa, Raditz and Vegeta knew this all too well because it was Frieza who destroyed their home planet.  One cold glance of Frieza’s narrow red eyes was rumored to cause weaker beings to die of fright on the spot.  Vegeta stood up to bow. Being diplomatic kept him in Frieza’s good graces. He hoped to stay there until the day he was strong enough to kill the little bastard. Frieza dismissed Vegeta’s bow with a careless wave of his manicured hand. The lights played off his shiny purple armor and horns. He was all black lipped smiles and his long reptilian tail rested gently on the floor. All his body language indicated he wasn’t in a killing mood. Not right then, at least. The weakest, wimpiest soldiers in the room shifted nervously. They were cannon fodder, often used as sheer numbers to overwhelm opponents like swarms of stinging insects. Their presence was a reminder of the order of the universe. Either someone was in the Planet Trade Organization, or they were dead. People who never heard of it usually ended up vaporized. Everyone sat when Frieza did. Now for the most tedious part of debriefings: Listening to soldiers or entire teams speak at length about discoveries. The PTO was an expanding business. Frieza liked to grab as much territory and resources as possible to keep competitors away. Three hours into the debriefing was the first time Vegeta regretted the caffeinated beverage. Now his bladder made its fullness known. A minor, yet annoying discomfort that kept stealing his attention. He shifted on his chair and rested his hands on his knees.  A soldier with a thick, gurgly voice detailed the discovery of problematic black hole near a solar system Frieza recently conquered. Vegeta paid full attention to that report. It was the last one to get his undivided awareness. His focus kept defaulting to the growing ache in his abdomen. He rubbed his knees and leaned forward, hoping to at least appear like he was listening. Then he had to lean back and his first truly painful twinge froze him in place. Okay, sitting ramrod straight wasn’t going to work. He opted for leaning back on the chair’s backing, sighing in annoyance. Raditz texted him via scouter. “What’s with the squirms, Vegeta?”  Vegeta pushed his scouter’s control button in a coded fashion and lied in his reply. “My scouter keeps getting feedback. It’s an obsolete piece of shit.”  A shrug from Raditz was the only sympathy he got. Other people began displaying signs of discomfort. Nappa kept rubbing his stomach. He wasn’t subtle about his distress. Vegeta saw Frieza glance at him once or twice. The tyrant’s black lips tightened. That was dangerous.  Vegeta texted Nappa. “Frieza noticed you. Stop squirming or you’re dead.”  Nappa folded his arms over his stomach and sat still again. His malcontent reminded Vegeta of his own. The mild pee urges from his bladder were intensifying thanks to the stupid caffeine. Years of learning to mask all outward signals of pain and discomfort were the only thing saving him from the others noticing his increasing need for a bathroom.  Three white haired people with beaks and mottled orange skin addressed Frieza via a simultaneous choreographed bow. Their presentation included holographic images of water geysers on a pockmarked moon. NOT something Vegeta wanted to see right now! His bladder gave an agonizing contraction and a thin dribble of piss escaped his soft uncut cock, which was propped upward by the fabric of his skinsuit. The warmth oozed down his shaft to his balls.  More pain stabbed his abdomen. Instinct forced him to clench his muscles and keep hanging on through the painful bladder spasms. He jiggled his left leg a few times, occasionally tapping on his scouter to keep up the feedback charade because he was not going to risk getting killed for excessive fidgeting.  An hour went by with Frieza’s lesser troops reporting back from their scout missions. Vegeta allowed himself a momentary scissoring of his legs to feign working out a cramp. He saw some other soldiers wiggling their legs and shifting their weight. He smirked when he saw ever flamboyant Zarbon frowning and showing signs of mild discomfort.  Frieza looked totally unperturbed. His species didn’t pee because they shed most of their wastes through gas exchange while breathing. That was the problem behind such obnoxiously long debriefings. Frieza could not fathom the discomfort of needing a bathroom or why some people were able to wait longer than others.  Vegeta’s pondering caused a lapse in concentration. His bladder contracted. The pain was intense like a too tight belt around his waist. A large spurt of pee escaped him the same time Frieza called his name. “Vegeta, what were your findings on planet Kale?” “The natives are weaklings and will be easy to eradicate.” Vegeta replied smoothly.  He shifted subtly on the chair to plant his elbow on the armrest and lay his cheek against his palm. The pose gave the illusion of bored haughtiness. Misdirection was the only trick he had left. His bladder ached with another spasm. He leaked again, a thin trickle that hurt to clench off. He forced his limbs to look more relaxed as his torso got more tense. His voice remained steady, hinting at nothing of his agonizing inner struggle. “Preliminary scans suggest extreme geological activity near the south pole. There are plenty of carbon deposits to convert into fuel. The problem is that section of the planet is a vast ocean.” He gushed again, this time full force. He heard it hiss as he regained control and thanked the stars his proximity to the clunky generator powering the room lights covered the sound from everyone but him. His muscles were tiring. He dug his ass into the seat slightly in a final attempt to hang on. “It shouldn’t take more than a week of undersea drilling to get the best carbon deposits. I think -” Pain shot through him and he felt himself slowly dribbling little drops of pee. The individual droplets leaking through the opening of his foreskin tickled slightly as they soaked into the wet fabric of his skinsuit or ran down underneath his balls to wet the cushion he sat on. Trying to clench his muscles made it hurt worse. He did it anyway. Vegeta cleared his throat to cover the lapse in his speech. “I think we should get started before Kale moves too close to its sun. Summer is high tide for that area and it persists until autumn. The drilling equipment will fare better while the tide is low.” He hesitated through another twinge and expertly made it appear to be a dramatic pause. His pelvic floor muscles bore down. He shifted his weight a tiny bit to the right while making a sweeping gesture at the room.  “We will have to move quickly. Kale’s summer lasts approximately two hundred days.”  His bladder spasmed painfully and the slow dribble became a thin though steady stream. Vegeta halted his pee again by leaning backwards slightly. All without losing his mask of aloofness. More bearing down spasms caused him to tense his legs. He realized he was slouching in a most unprofessional posture and scooted his bottom backwards in the seat to sit up properly.  “The south pole’s high tide coincides with summer. That will mean added water pressure and possible equipment malfunctions.”  Piss suddenly exploded out of him in a turbulent ribbon shaped spray. Full force, totally uncontrollable. Warmth splashed back against his pubic hair and poured a tiny waterfall down his shaft to create a lake under his balls. The cushion got warm as it absorbed his pee and he realized it wasn’t going to patter on the floor after all. The gurgling hiss as his stream sprayed the fabric of his skinsuit sounded so loud in his ears, yet the generator behind him saved his dignity.  Embarrassed, he kept talking without a hint of his situation showing through in his face or voice. “Winter is no better. The weather patterns freeze everything solid. Icy conditions will cause too much interference. Currently, it is springtime on Kale’s south pole…”  The hissing noise waxed and waned as his muscles rhythmically bore down to help his bladder force the pee out. He maintained perfect composure, grateful for his armor codpiece, his cape and the cushion he sat on. He glanced around and almost couldn’t believe it. Everybody in the room was looking at him and not a single person knew he was taking the most torrential piss of his life right in front of them.  “…and conditions are perfect for mining right now. The ores are the purest we’ll find in this corner of the galaxy. Therefore, it would be foolish to wait. Lord Frieza, I suggest you send your men to Kale within the next month. Kale’s summer will begin in exactly three months. It’s better to start early in case of unexpected issues during the mining process.” Hot wetness continued to saturate his crotch, ass and the cushion underneath him. He tried not to moan, sigh or close his eyes in relief like he was apt to do in the bathroom. “Well done, is there anything else you would personally like to add?” Frieza remarked.  Vegeta, still peeing full force, steepled his fingers and shook his head. “No, I’ve said all I need to.”  One more nod and everyone’s attention was off him. Vegeta relaxed in the chair, grateful to not be the center of everyone’s focus anymore. He allowed his awareness to turn inward on the sensation of wetting himself. The wetness, the warmth, the vibration and the sound made the experience strangely delicious. It took three more minutes for the piss spraying from his cock to weaken into a concentrated stream. His body stopped bearing down. He could have cut the flow off then, but decided to finish emptying because it felt so damn good to release nearly twenty four hours worth of piss.  The gentler flow went on for another two minutes, diminished to a weak trickle and finally stopped. He couldn’t resist sighing to himself and pushing out the final few spurts. The hot lake he created under his balls soaked into the thick cushion.  Vegeta’s entire crotch and ass were drenched. So was the cushion. Sitting in his own urine wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. Actually it got itchy after a few minutes. Being a little bit itchy was a hell of a lot better than suffering in pain. And, strangely, it was arousing to do something as taboo as wet his pants in a crowded room without anybody knowing. Caffeine was great for hiding urine smells and awful on bladders. Vegeta had to pee again in less than thirty minutes. By sixty it got painful. Ninety minutes was the point he had to concentrate on not relaxing too much because his muscles were all that held the flood back. His bladder and sphincter were exhausted from his unintentional marathon hold.  Vegeta knew he wasn’t going to make it to the brief recess Frieza usually called during long debriefings like this. He readjusted to sit with his left ankle crossed over his right knee, his right elbow on the arm of the chair and his chin propped up on his palm. He inhaled silently, exhaled and relaxed. No dribbles this time, he went right to full stream just like he would in front of a urinal. The clammy half dry skinsuit material on his crotch got warm and wet once again. He sighed in relief, feigning aloof boredom while he peed as long and copiously as he did during his first accident. Except this time his muscles weren’t desperately pushing it out. The stream was smooth and fat without any turbulence to cause a hissing noise. It flowed effortlessly in its silent secrecy.  He quietly reveled in the hot pee tickling his sac on its way into the cushion. All too soon his flow died to a thin trickle that continued for a delightful minute longer. He pushed with his stomach muscles to squeeze out the last few spurts. The cushion wicked the wetness away like soil sopping up rain.  And not a single person around him knew he pissed himself twice. Another boring hour passed. Reports about different planets came in. One soldier had a terrible stutter, and Frieza blasted him to nothingness. That woke everyone up to full attention.  Nappa resumed his grimacing and moving around. He wasn’t very subtle about reaching under his codpiece to hold himself. Vegeta had a clear view of his comrade seated next to Raditz and Reccoome. Raditz’s brow was knit with irritation.  Captain Ginyu cleared his throat. He gave an elegant forty five minute speech about Kale’s moons, a not so subtle attempt to usurp Vegeta’s report to win Frieza’s favor. How laughably pathetic! Vegeta glanced at Nappa when he heard him grunt. The large, bald Saiyan leaned forward in his seat with his elbows on the table and his forehead resting on his hands. He looked around, frantic. Raditz nudged him and whispered something. Nappa only nodded, red-faced. He leaned forward again, longer this time with a focused look on his face. Cui started his report on a difficult colony somewhere in another galactic quadrant. Vegeta took his attention off Nappa to listen because he expected to get assigned to cleanse that planet of its population.  Three more people followed after Cui’s thirty minute report. Frieza finally took notice of more than one soldier showing signs of urgency. He called a fifteen minute recess to let people who had to expel wastes go to the bathroom.  It was practically a stampede for the door. Zarbon got out first and sprinted away. Dodoria pushed people out of his way. The Ginyu Force laughed and pointed to wet chairs and puddles on the floor. Vegeta had to pee badly again thanks to that stupid fizzy caffeine drink, but he didn’t dare get up in case the chair cushion revealed his wetting to all. He stayed seated and fiddled with his scouter to feign diagnosing the imaginary feedback issue. Let everyone think he had a bladder made of diamond, it was far better than them knowing the truth. He noticed fluid dripping from behind Nappa’s codpiece as the larger Saiyan stood by the table. Those slow drips became a steady, fat stream. Soldiers jumped away to avoid the expanding puddle at his feet.  Nappa smashed his fist against the table in anger. He blushed as he walked towards the door. He was pissing full force and left a trail on the floor. Not only that, the foul odor and the bulge in the seat of his black skinsuit shorts explained his earlier behavior. His angry expression kept everyone else’s mouth shut. He stormed out while shooting glares at anyone who snickered. “Bladders are odd organs,” Frieza mused to Vegeta. He left the room without waiting for a response. Everyone else ran to bathrooms. Frieza usually got something to eat or drink. Before long the room was empty and quiet. Vegeta looked around to assure his solitude. He stood up to survey the cushion. The wetness wasn’t noticeable on the black material unless somebody touched it. He moved his cape and seated himself again, pulled his codpiece up to expose his lap and examined the damage on himself. The skinsuit fabric only looked wet when in contact with fluid. His ass was still wet from sitting on the pissy cushion. His crotch looked nearly dry. Vegeta laid his codpiece down, glanced around again and relaxed. His sore, tired bladder released its contents without a fuss. This time, he kept it to a slow trickle despite his body longing to push it all out as fast as possible. Frieza walked back into the room less than a second later. He tossed a food wrapper into the trash sconce. Vegeta pretended not to notice him. He kept on peeing as he fiddled with the buttons on his scouter. “Is your scouter still causing feedback?” asked Frieza, a brow ridge arched curiously.  “Mmhmm. I think it’s a receiver issue.” Vegeta replied. He arched his back and stretched, which made his slow dribble become a strong spray. Frieza stepped curiously into Vegeta’s personal space. He swiped the scouter out of Vegeta’s hand. Then he held his chin between thumb and forefinger as he examined the exposed circuitry. “Hm. I hear it hissing. I heard the same noise earlier, too. Interesting.”  Vegeta blinked. He was pissing himself and having a conversation with someone totally oblivious to how bladders and pee streams worked!  “I didn’t think it was that loud.” Then he looked into Frieza’s eyes and pushed again, forcing the rest of his pee out in the biggest, loudest, fattest stream he could muster. His dick began to harden in response to doing something so taboo without being discovered. Frieza tilted his head and squinted at the scouter. It was comical, seeing a galactic tyrant unknowingly make a fool of himself. Vegeta folded his hands in his lap to keep his erection from shifting his codpiece out of alignment. He made himself a picture of innocence as his stream died away.  “It stopped. Huh, odd.” Frieza crushed the scouter effortlessly in a tiny fist and hopped into his ornate seat. “You won’t be needing this anymore. The newest models will be arriving by tomorrow. Come to my office first thing in the morning. I’ll make certain you get a replacement.” “Wonderful. I look forward to it. The hiss was distracting.”  Vegeta smirked as people began filing back in. Dodoria and Zarbon were first, followed by the Ginyu Force, Nappa, Raditz and the numerous weaklings that made up Frieza’s army. The debriefing lasted another two hours. Nappa wouldn’t look at anybody. Vegeta endeavored to not wet his pants a fourth time because he no longer had a scouter to blame for his discomfort or the hiss. His sphincter and bladder were so worn out that he’d once again become desperate. He made zero attempt to listen to the tedious reports being brought to the table because they wouldn’t concern him anyway. All his attention stayed glued on his aching bladder. He tapped his foot impatiently until Frieza declared the debriefing over. He bolted as soon as he heard the dismissal, making a beeline for his base quarters. “Hey, Vegeta!” Raditz called out. “Not now!” Vegeta walked briskly down the hall to his private base quarters. Every step jarred his bladder into aching distraction. “Aw, what gives?” Vegeta stood knock kneed outside his room as he keyed in his passcode. “I need to piss, I haven’t slept and I have a headache from hell. So, you have two choices. Either you leave me alone, or I crush your skull. Which is it?” The bushy haired Saiyan cocked his head and pursed his lips. “Suit yourself. Drinks later?” "No, I need to sleep.” The door slid open and Vegeta bounded through without caring what Raditz thought. His bladder spasmed and he doubled forward until the pain passed. He heard the door whir shut behind him and rushed to the tiny en suite bathroom which was all mirrored tiles. It was a whirlwind of action as he pulled the Saiyan armor over his head cape and all, yanked his boots off and removed his gloves. The blue skinsuit managed to dry completely, save for slight dampness around his ass. Vegeta glimpsed his reflection in the tiles. How pathetic he looked, all doubled over, crossed legged and clutching his crotch like a child. I wet myself in a public debriefing and nobody knew I did it. What’s to stop me now? It felt good to piss in my pants.  That gave Vegeta pause. His dick was semi erect. It felt good to piss in my pants.  He sat on the shower bench where one of the bathroom lights shone directly on his crotch. The cold, hard tiles increased his need. He instinctively tensed at another spasm. It hurt dreadfully and he groaned aloud, grabbing at his dick through his blue skinsuit as the first painful dribble escaped. He held on, wanting to again experience the sensation of losing control. It took longer than expected. Vegeta got up, paced around and seated himself again as more pains doubled him over. The bigger spurts started. Feeling the rhythmic squeezing and relaxing was bliss. He watched a glistening dark stain appear on his skinsuit and trickle down the length of his package. Leaning back sent his stomach muscles into vicious bearing down contractions. They were so painful that he let out another moan and sat up straight to relieve the pain. Piss exploded out of him with the same violence as the debriefing. Vegeta gripped the bench on either side of his knees and threw his head back, sighing audibly as his stream fountained through the skinsuit fabric with a thunderous hiss. Wet heat rolled along his balls to spread out on the bench. The advancing puddle surged past his knees to patter noisily on the tile floor. He moved his feet in the path of his piss waterfall and wiggled his toes in the flowing warmth. “Ahhh, fuck yes,” Vegeta gasped. He cut his stream to a slow dribble and stood up. His exhausted muscles refused to hold anything back. He started pissing full force again, sending ribbons of warmth down his muscular legs. He pushed, making it hiss louder. A huge, fat stream flowed straight downward between his feet. His hand found its way to his crotch. Feeling the power of his pee stream jetting into his clothes turned him on in ways he never knew possible. He peed for ages ‘til his stream died to a dribble.  Next thing he knew he was rubbing his wet bulge vigorously until he fell to his knees in his own piss and came so hard he saw stars. He didn’t know how long he stayed curled up on the floor in tingling bliss. Hours, minutes, seconds? He didn’t care. He opened his eyes at the smell of his cum and piss mingling in air around him. He licked the pissy semen off his hand, noting its bitter saltiness, and stared at his reflection through the pee puddle between his knees. What did this mean? Being in wet clothes began to get itchy. Vegeta stripped off his filthy skinsuit and showered to wash all the piss and sperm off. He climbed into a pair of gray boxerbriefs and dumped yesterday’s clothes into the washing-drying unit by the toilet. They would be clean again and ready to wear tomorrow. Vegeta slept wonderfully, and when he woke lying on his stomach he noticed his bladder’s morning fullness. His cock was fully erect, so he freed it from his boxerbriefs and humped his bedroll mattress until he came. The moments after an orgasm always triggered mad dashes to the bathroom if he got off with a full bladder.  But not this time. Vegeta stuck his dick back into his underwear, rolled onto his back despite the jizz stain, pulled the white kicked off covers up to his chin again and sighed. His first thing in the morning pees were always intense if he came before using the toilet. Laying on his back left him fully aware of how badly he had to go. Painful bladder spasms set off alarm bells in his brain to get up. He folded his hands on his stomach and relaxed instead of clenching. The flow started in a dribble when his erection began to soften and became a fat and powerful stream when his dick was completely limp. Morning pee always smelled strong and a little unpleasant, but the naughtiness of doing it in bed felt amazing. Why didn’t he learn how good this felt sooner?  Vegeta closed his eyes as hot warmth vibrated his waistband. The fabric was soon saturated and the pee started enveloping his his ballsack and buttcrack. More skittered off his hips to wet his ass cheeks, the sheets and bedroll underneath. He rubbed his thumb up and down the length of his pissing cock through his boxerbriefs. The piss flow seemed to go on and on for a blissful blazing eternity.  Vegeta didn’t wait for his pee to stop flowing. He grabbed himself through his pissy underwear and started rubbing furiously. His dribbling cock sprang to attention. A bright red sex flush darkened his cheeks and throat. He squeezed his eyes shut when the first quivers of orgasm shot through his abdomen. The sensation was just as intense as last night. He dug his head into his pillow. He chewed his lower lip, redfaced and groaning with wild abandon as his throbbing dick squirted thick stickiness into his wet boxerbriefs. Afterward he lay there, sweaty, panting, piss soaked and satisfied.  Many minutes passed before he stopped trembling enough to leave his bed and prepare for that day’s duties. He smirked at how drenched his underwear were. They looked solidly darker gray and smelled awful. The washing-drying machine took care of them and his bedding.  He got dressed after rinsing his lower half in the shower to get all the piss and cum off his skin. Nobody would ever know. xxx Vegeta picked his new scouter up from Frieza’s office shortly after dawn. He attached it to his ear and pressed the button to test it. It responded faster than his old scouter. Nice. “Oh, Vegeta?” Frieza hadn’t moved from his position by the huge concave window overlooking the desolate landscape. He twitched his tail, subtly showing agitation. “Yes?” Vegeta stood immediately at attention. He knew the tail meant trouble if he mouthed off. “Was your cushion wet when you sat down yesterday?” Shit, shit, shit!  He thought quickly for an excuse. “Yes. I didn’t want to complain about it during the debriefing.” “You left rather quickly afterward.” “My apologies. Whatever got the cushion wet was burning my skin, and I had to shower immediately to make it stop.” Frieza waved his hand. “Hm. No matter, I think I’ve pinpointed the problem. Some of the dryer units are on the fritz again. I had your cushion sent for repeat cleaning and hopefully a proper drying. Fabric of such expense needs to be taken care of. Let me know if it’s wet next time. I’ll see to it the person responsible pays with their life.” “I will. Thank you, Lord Frieza.” Vegeta bowed and got the hell out of there.  That was utterly terrifying and he knew he couldn’t pee in his pants during a debriefing again unless he found a way to keep the cushion dry. His fear melted away and he grinned as he slipped out of sight.  Vegeta couldn’t believe he got away with it. Yesterday’s wetting experience awakened him to a new source of pleasure, one he hoped to experiment with in the future
After being a lurker for quite some time, I decided to write some fiction. This is my first story, please enjoy. - An alarm sounds, 7 am, Barbara hits snooze. Thirty minutes later she shoots awake: “Shit, John’s gonna be here in fifteen minutes”, she thinks. She quickly gets out of bed, puts on some clothes, eats some cornflakes and has a glass of water. Then she hears a car pull op in front of her house, she quickly runs out and gets in, feeling a twinge in her bladder but nothing bad. She greets John, her modelling agent as Barbara is having her first ever photoshoot today. They drive off to the set, about half an hour’s drive away. Half an hour without traffic that is, as they hit it as soon as they pull onto the motorway. But nothing to bad though and they arrive about fifteen minutes later than planned. As Barbara walks into the building where the shoot is set she feels her bladder twinging again. Looking around if she sees a bathroom sign, she is greeted by a woman named Julia. Julia explains that since Barbara and John arrived a little late she has to get her make-up down right now, reluctantly – noticing her filling bladder – Barbara follows Julia to the make-up room and sits down. After ten minutes her make-up and hair are down and Julia leads the way to the dressing rooms. Barbara walks in and notices five pair of jeans she will be wearing for today’s shoot. What she doesn’t see is a toilet. Julia informs that she is expected to be changed in two minutes for the shoot to start. A bit sleepy still Barbara quickly gulps down a mug of coffee which stood ready and waiting for her. She immediately regrets it though, feeling her now full bladder. Thirty minutes and three pairs of jeans later, Barbara is getting truly desperate. Changing into the fourth pair, she has to pause for a second fighting of her first wave of desperation. “I can’t use my hands, I can’t on stage either”, she thinks. Zipping up the jeans she is relieved though, as this pair is significantly looser fitting as the pair before. As the photos are being taken, Barbara does everything in her might not to fidget. She succeeds and heads of to change into the final pair of jeans. Luckily for her these are not too tight either. A couple minutes later the final round of pictures are being taken, however not without the occasional squirm. “Are you alright?”, Julia asks. “Yes, just a little cold”, Barbara quickly replies to dose of any suspicion of her real plight. “Ok, last picture” “Thank god”, Barbara whispers to herself. Quickly walking off to her changing room, she strips the jeans off. A knock on the door, it’s Julia. “Barbara, our bikini model didn’t show up, mind posing in these two bikini’s while you’re here?”, Julia asks showing two bikini sets. “Yeah, no problem, but can I use the bathroom first?” “Uhm, John didn’t tell you? This building doesn’t have bathrooms” “Oh, well ok then”, Barbara responds coolly. Her mind not so cool however. But she resolves by telling herself that she will be home in an hour, and she can definitely hold another hour. Changing into the first bikini she is mortified, it’s a size too small and really pressing on her bladder. She walks out, but not without fidgeting every minute or two during the shoot. Blaming the increased fidgeting on the even colder surroundings as she as now wearing less clothes. Finished with the first bikini she changes into the second, but with the bottom off, she feels another wave coming, quickly grabbing her bare pussy in the privacy of her changing room. The wave subsides a she swiftly puts on the second, also very tight, bikini. “Forty five more minutes and I’m home. I can do this”, she assures herself. Struggling to stay still, the final shoot takes a little longer than expected but eventually they finish. She walks off to the changing room for the final time she grabs herself as soon as she’s in there. Fighting of the wave, she dresses in her yoga pants, thanking god she decided to wear those today. “Let’s go”, Barbara says to John a s she walks out of her dressing room. “Ok”, is John’s simple reply. As they hit the motorway again, John strikes up the conversation, complementing Barbara on her brilliance during the photoshoot. Barbara isn’t really listening though, as she’s fully concentrating on keeping her bladders content in. Fifteen minutes into the drive home Barbara sees no other resolve than grabbing her pussy through her yoga pants. She tried crossing her legs, fidgeting and bouncing her legs but it’s not enough. John immediately notices as Barbara grabs herself: ”Are you ok?” “Yes, just need a wee really badly. The stupid studio didn’t have bathrooms.” “Didn’t I tell you so?” “No”, Barbara says a little annoyed. “Oh sorry. But don’t worry we’ll be at your hose in ten minutes, you can hold it” “Yes, I can”, she says. “No, I can’t”, she thinks. But ten minutes later as they pull up to her house she is still holding strong, she even managed to get her key out of her purse already. Barbara opens the car’s door and thanks John for the ride. But as soon as she gets up she feels gravity is not gonna be her friend today and as soon as she is out of the car she puts both her hands on her pussy. John drives off. Now alone Barbara feels another wave hit her. She grabs herself even tighter but to no avail. A second or so spurt leaves her urethra and a tear rolls down her cheek. “Just a little longer”, she says to herself. Waddling to the front door she removes one hand so she can unlock it. Another spurt, this one about three seconds long she feels her hand get wet. “No, this can’t be happening”, she thinks quickly moving her second hand to her crotch again stopping the flow. She manages to open the door and now stands in her hallway. Another spurt, two hands in her crotch, she stops it. For a second, then another spurt and another. Now having a dinner size wet spot on her yoga pants, she starts sobbing. She manages to take two steps towards her bathroom as another spurt leaves her. This one, though cannot be stopped as  small trickle continues leaving her pussy. The trickle turns into a stream and she starts peeing uncontrollably through her pants. A minute later the stream finally subsides and Barbara walks off to her bathroom crying. “Thank god I live alone”, she says to herself out loud. She takes a quick shower and decides on having an afternoon nap. She steps into her bed naked as she always does. An hour later she awakes, desperate to pee again. “How can I fill up this quickly”, she thinks. However, being so comfy she doesn’t wanna get up. Trying to fall back asleep she succeeds five minutes later. She sleeps for another five minutes, she wakes up to a spurt. “Shit”, she thinks feeling her bedsheets. She quickly realises it was just that one spurt that left her. But trying to get up is hard, another spurt leaves her. She manages to stop it after two or so seconds and she sits on the edge of her bed. But as soon as her feet hit the cold floor the flood gates open she is now full on wetting. First on her bed but she quickly slides off, now splattering all of her pee on her feet and floor. She starts crying again. After another minute she finishes peeing again, having a lot of cleaning to do.
Alright. Here it goes. So I just wrote my first piece of omorashi fiction today. It's based on one of my most desired fantasies: seeing a girl desperate and wet herself while writing an exam. Enjoy! Constructive criticism is welcome. Anita’s Exam Accident Anita quickly rushed through the campus, hurrying to get to the lecture hall where she had her thermodynamics exam that afternoon. As she sped along, she took a quick second to glance at her watch: It was 2:03pm - the exam had started 3 minutes ago. “Fuck,” she cursed under her breath. There had been a major accident on the highway she usually took to go to school, and she was forced to take a detour - one that was longer and caused her to arrive late. She quickened the pace as she entered the Accolade West building, where the exam was being held. As she climbed the stairs to the second floor, she passed the buildings only washrooms. She felt a small twinge in her bladder as she moved passed them - she briefly hesitated before deciding that she had no time to waste and that she would just have to hold it. As she entered the exam hall, a TA showed her to an empty seat with an exam turned face down. The lecture hall was quiet, only broken by the furious scribbles of pens and pencils on paper. As Anita sat down, she looked at the clock: it read 2:09. ‘About 10 minutes late’, she thought to herself. ‘It could be worse.’ She removed her calculator, pencils, pen, and eraser as she took her seat. Finally, she took out a 1L sized water bottle: she was a firm believer that staying hydrated during your exam was essential to maintaining a high mark. She immediately got to work. The first hour or so went by fine. She flew through the first few problems before reaching more difficult ones a few pages in. It was around 3:05 or so when she felt another twinge in her bladder, but this time stronger. She glanced at her bottle. She had been so focused on her exam that she hadn't noticed how much she had been drinking. Almost the entire bottle was finished. ‘Shit, I'm going to have to pee a lot.’ But she had never used the bathroom during an exam before. Protocol required you to ask a TA and have them escort you and wait outside the stall. For her, it was far too embarrassing to even ask, let alone pee while the person standing just outside the door could hear everything that was happening. In both elementary and high school, she had never asked, not even once to use the bathroom. She would always hold it until the end of class, no matter how bad she had to go. Admittedly, it did lead to a few close calls, but she only ever once peed her pants in 5th grade, but that was because she was stuck on a 3 hour bus ride on a field trip. She was teased about it afterwards for weeks. And so Anita resolved to hold her pee until she finished the exam. The problem was, it was turning into a very hard exam and she new she would need the full 2 hours remaining. It was going to be a long 2 hours. For the next 30 minutes, the urge remained relatively mild, although slowly increasing, coming in waves. She dealt with the urge by lightly tapping her feet and clenching her thighs together. By 3:45, there was an hour and 15 minutes left, and she was beginning to run into trouble. More and more, she was having to focus her attention on holding her pee, slowing down her progress on the exam. Her bladder was uncomfortably full as she continued to fidget and shift in her chair. 'I'm never gonna last another hour,’ she thought in despair as another wave of urgency came and went, forcing her to clench her thighs and buttocks. She glanced and saw a TA a few rows down from her and considered asking. But fear and shyness continued to dominate, and so she chickened out. It was 4:10, and Anita was rapidly running out of options. Wave after wave of desperate urges swept over as she fought to keep the floodgates closed. She was nearing the final quarter of the exam but she couldn't think. She was using all her willpower to hold it in. She discreetly placed her left hand on her lap, pressing down on her crotch. She rapidly tapped her feet, scissored her legs and rhythmically clenched her thighs and buttocks, but the urge was building fast. “Oh, god, oh god, please god let me hold it, please don't force me to ask to use the bathroom,” she mumbled quietly. But it was looking increasingly like it was her only option. As a last resort, she unbuttoned her pants to relieve pressure on her swollen bladder. It was 4:25pm, and Anita was going to have to make a choice: ask to pee, or turn in your exam early and leave before 4:30, at which point you were forced to stay till the end of the exam period. Or else she was going to pee herself. She raised her hand. A TA noticed her and began moving down the aisle towards her. For the first time in her life, she was asking to use the bathroom. “May I please use the bathroom?” she asked, stuttering a little. “I can put you on a waiting list, there are currently 3 other students that need to go, and we only allow one at a time. I'll come to you when it's your turn.” Anita’s stomach dropped. She didn't even know if she could wait much longer. “Okay, thank you” she replied softly, trying to hide her rising panic.” She finally finished the exam, but on the last few questions she just wrote for the sake of writing - at this point she didn't care about anything else. She had to pee, and FAST. At 4:40, the last student before she could go was called up by the TA to use the toilet. Anita was trembling with effort to fight back what felt like the Pacific Ocean in her bladder she jammed a hand between her legs, discreetly pressed her crotch and rocked back and forth. Suddenly without warning, a massive bladder spasm forced her to double up, in pain. Clenching her teeth and tears forming in her eyes, she fought it, but the inevitable happened. A hot jet of pee burst out from between her pussy lips, soaking her crotch. It lasted only a second before she regained control, but it left a baseball sized wet spot on her sky blue jeans. ‘Oh no, no no no,’ she pleaded. ‘This can't be happening. I'm a 19 year old girl and I'm wetting myself.’ She felt like a primary school girl. The TA approached her.  “Anita, you may use the toilet now”. Breaking her neck for a piss, she nearly jumped out of her chair. Spurt. “Ooooooh” she moaned as she bent over slightly and pressed her legs together, regaining control. The TA seemed to notice what was happening and sped walked her to the the bathrooms. Her salvation was coming. Just a few more seconds. Approaching the bathroom, another bladder spasm. “Mmmmhmmm…” Spurt. She felt it running down the inside of her right leg. She stopped again and unashamedly shoved her hand in her crotch. As she approached the bathroom, she didn't stop when the TA asked her if she had her phone on her. She just rushed into the stall and slammed the door shut. The sight of the toilet was too much. The dam finally burst and hot urine hissed loudly into her jeans. “Ohhhhhh noooooo!” she moaned, as hot urine poured down her legs and she frantically pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles. In her rush to position herself in a half-squat over the toilet, she sprayed a significant amount of urine all over the floor and toilet seat. She moaned a sigh of relief (perhaps a bit too loud, the TA laughed a bit) as the pent up pee rushed out of her like a water hose, hitting the toilet water hard, making a significant amount of noise and splashing a few drops of pee on her ass. It went in for almost a minute. As the stream subsided, her relief turned to utter horror. Examining her jeans, she realised she had let lose a quarter of her pee in her pants, and there was a significant wet spot reaching all the way down her inner thighs. ‘This is going to be so embarrassing,’ she thought to herself in terror. She would need to walk out of the bathroom, in full view of her TA and everyone else, in pee soaked jeans. She quickly wiped her pussy with toilet paper and wiped down her legs. There was no time to clean up, she didn't want to risk looking like she was cheating. She opened the door in complete shame. Anita’s TA looked at her jeans, briefly opened his mouth to say something, but then decided against it and quietly escorted her back to her seat. There were a few snickers as she walked back. Sitting down in her wet jeans, she put her head down in shame for the last 10 minutes of the exam period. It was going to be a long busride home. It had been the most embarrassing day of Anita’s life.
Happy New Year! I came up with a handful of new scenarios over the holidays, so we'll see how this semester goes in terms of writing productivity. Enjoy! ****              “Mitch, how far should we string those streamers?”             “Mitchell, is this enough for the freshman hallways?”             “Hart, do we turn on these black lights now or wait until Monday?”             Squaring his shoulders, Mitchell Hartfield put on his most in-control smile, the look that made teachers and students alike feel comforted and placated.             “Rob, the streamers go all the way to Mr. Harrison’s room. Joey, put a banner across that last set of lockers, and that’ll be good. Brendan, turn them on to check that they’re all working, then turn them off for the weekend. We’ll get them again on Monday.”             The questioners all nodded, as if Mitch had just offered the sagest advice in history, then turned to finish their assigned tasks.             Mitch exhaled and looked around, surveying his fellow students and workers as they put the finishing touches on the spirit week decorations. This being one of the most expensive all-male private schools in Chicago, the decorations weren’t the standard paper and cardboard. The “streamers” Rob was hanging were carefully measured strips of silvery satin, and the banners were hand-painted canvas. The overall effect was spirited, yet classy – organized, as opposed to the typical chaos of teen-led spirit weeks.             “Mr. Hartfield,” Mr. Missoni, the young faculty director of the pep club, interrupted Mitch’s silent appraisal.             “Yes, sir?”             “It’s 5:30, Mr. Hartfield. We don’t have access to the school any longer,” Like all of the instructors at the academy, Mr. Missoni referred to his pupils by their last names, as a sign of respect.             Mitch drew his brows together momentarily. He hadn’t realized how late it was and was a bit stunned that over 2 hours had passed since he’d started working on the decorations.             “Of course, sir,” Mitch demurred before directing his voice toward the teens in the hall. “Gentlemen!” he called, loud but not grating, “Thank you all for your work! Please finish what you’re working on immediately, collect your materials, and deposit them back in Room 118. Our time is up.”             The dozen or so remaining pep club members moved in a flurry of obedience – not out of fear or simple deference to authority, but out of genuine respect for Mitch and his leadership.             Hartfields were leaders. It was something Mitch had heard, both from his family and from teachers, friends, and other adults, throughout his life. His father was a former Senator who was now the board chairman of one of the largest city charities. His mother, the CEO of the fastest-growing advertising agency in the Midwest. His older sister, Veronica, was junior class president at Northwestern and had already completed a prestigious business internship the previous summer.             So it was wholly expected that Mitch would excel at the academy, which he did. Now, in the first semester of his senior year, he was in charge of planning spirit week in addition to all of the typical coursework and college applications. Mitchell didn’t mind the work; he enjoyed the feeling of accomplishment and the pride that came with earning the respect of his peers and teachers.             The respect that now had young men trimming the last imaginary frayed edges off of fabric and collecting the remaining materials to take back to the storage room. In less than five minutes, the hallway was completed, and the boys were saying good-bye to Mitch as he surveyed their work.             “Thank you, Mr. Hartfield,” Mr. Missoni commented as the remaining boys cleared out. “I’ll see you in class on Monday.”             “Thank you Mr. Missoni.” Normally, faculty members would be the last to leave, but it was late on a Friday, and no one distrusted Mitch to be the last one in the building, so Mr. Missoni had already turned to leave.             Before he had a chance to enjoy the silence a bit, Mitch grimaced. In the hours he’d been working – and really, since lunch period – he hadn’t used the restroom, and now, his bladder was asserting its need.             It was another habit of the Hartfields: work took precedence, especially leadership projects. Mitch and his sister had been raised to postpone the fulfillment of their own needs until the least intrusive moment. Over the years, Mitch had grown so proficient at the practice that he could go for hours without even noticing hunger, exhaustion, or, as was currently being demonstrated, the need to use the restroom.             Mitch knew he was alone, but he still double-checked the hallways before pressing his thighs together. He really was quite full, much to his own dismay. As he reached for his uniform blazer and messenger bag that he’d carefully draped over the back of a chair, his phone buzzed in his pocket.             Mitch started far more than he would have, had his need not been so urgent, and barely stopped himself from shoving his hand between his thighs. The notification of his phone was a schedule reminder, bright against the dark background.             “Pick up Mom”             Cursing internally, Mitch slipped his blazer on. Of course. He’d promised to drive his mother home from work, and he’d set a reminder for what he considered the latest possible time he could leave and still arrive at his mom’s office building on time.             Now, using the restroom didn’t even cross Mitch’s mind as a possibility. His mother, Anne Hartfield, did not abide by lateness, and certainly not when it came from her well-trained son.             Mitch was already walking briskly to his car. As the crow flies, his mother’s office building wasn’t that far away, but Friday night Chicago rush hour meant at least a half-hour trip, and Anne always left the office at 6:30 sharp on Fridays. It would be fine; he’d make the trip as quickly as possible, then use the restroom at his mother’s agency.             He checked the clock as he started the late-model BMW. 6:42. By his own calculations, he had about 10 minutes of wiggle room to account for traffic that would still allow him time to use the toilet before arriving in his mom’s office. He knew Chicago well enough that any unusual delays – accidents or otherwise blocked streets – shouldn’t be a problem. He’d be able to navigate around obstructions fairly easily.             If he could control himself, of course. Almost as soon as he pulled onto the street, Mitch felt his urgency return. Fine. It’s fine. Hartfields always take responsibility for their own actions, and Mitch had chosen to forgo using the restroom since lunch, so now it was his responsibility to hold his urine and reach his mother’s office by the expected time.             If Mitch had been prone to rumination, he would’ve stewed over all of the decisions that had led him to this point; he’d marvel over how desperate felt, when 10 minutes ago, he quite literally didn’t notice any signals from his body. But Mitchell been raised to believe that brooding was useless. Problem solving was the only acceptable reaction to unfortunate situations, and right now, his problem was a dangerously full bladder.             Mitch clenched his jaw as he tried to keep control by just squeezing his abdominal and thigh muscles. For a few minutes, in the comparatively light traffic around the academy, those methods worked, but by the time he reached the beltway, he couldn’t help but actively press his knees together.             Traffic slowed, and Mitch was a half-second too slow in his reactions, necessitating a rather more forceful application of the brakes than comfortable. He stopped the car with plenty of space to spare, but felt a thoroughly unnerving spurt of urine dampen his boxer-briefs.             In an instant, Mitch was gripping himself, frantically, trying to regain a feeling of mastery over his own body. The clutching helped, and as he eased off the brake pedal, he was also able to loosen his hold, but the ease didn’t last long. After less than a minute, he felt another surge from his bladder.             Mitch glanced around unnecessarily to confirm that no one from other cars was looking at him. Of course, no one was; people rarely pay attention to others during rush hour, but, per another unspoken Hartfield rule, drawing attention to your own body was forbidden, if other people were watching.             No one was watching. Mitch’s bladder was exceptionally full; he’d actually wet himself a tiny bit already. He was on the highway and didn’t currently have time to stop without risking lateness in picking up his mother.             The inescapable habits of being a Hatfield and the demands of the current situation both allowed and required, respectively, Mitch to thrust his hand between his legs, grasping his dick tightly.             Mitch blushed slightly, but Hartfields did what had to be done, especially if no one was around to see the more unsavory methods being employed. And now, Mitch was acting in ways that would surely appall his parents.             As he drove toward downtown, Mitch no longer harbored any delusions of being able to keep both hands on the wheel. Holding himself definitely felt more secure, but even being reduced to such a state was disconcerting. Still, Mitch focused on the problem solving. In this case, holding himself like a child was necessary, if undesirable.             The traffic wasn’t too bad, but by the time Mitch reached downtown, he couldn’t stop squirming. He was practically massaging his dick, kneading the flesh under the fabric of his pants in an unconscious attempt to mitigate the feeling of urgency. His thighs were moving in all directions – flapping his knees in and out, bouncing up and down, moving side to side while pressed together. On some level, Mitch acknowledged that this was probably not a safe way to drive, but the movement was barely under his control at this point.             Just after 6:15, Mitch made it to the parking garage in his mother’s building. Without realizing is, he started fully bouncing in his seat as he navigated the dark loops of parking spaces. Nearly all of the spaces were empty, but his mother would expect him to park next to her parking space (never in it, even if it was unoccupied), which was closest to the elevator on the top level of the garage.             Mitch’s knuckles were white between his legs as he somehow managed to park straight. He turned the car off but sat for a few moments, using the larger range of motion possible when not driving to squeeze and writhe frenetically in an effort to decrease the feeling of immediacy as much as possible before exiting the car.             While he wriggled, Mitch went over the logistics in his head. His mother’s agency occupied the top 5 floors of the 20-story building, with his mother’s office naturally on top. He had the code to the private elevator that he’d parked by, so he could go straight up. The 16th floor, where all the interns and new employees worked, was almost certain to be empty at this time on a Friday, but he’d have to be careful. The bathroom was down the hall and to the left from the parking elevator, if he remembered correctly…             His need feeling quite a bit less dire, Mitch grabbed his keys, opened the door, and exited the car.             And lost all control.             The gravity of standing, the change of position was the death knell for Mitch’s bladder. Liquid gushed out past his still-clutched hand, soaking down the front of his uniform khakis.             A small “Oh!” escaped Mitch’s mouth. For a few moments, he was more stunned than anything. It genuinely hadn’t occurred to him that he wouldn’t make it to a toilet. Yes, his need had been spectacular, but he hadn’t actually wet himself since he was a toddler, and he’d had no intention of doing so now.             Yet wet himself, he did. Streams of urine poured down both legs of his pants, with rivulets bursting from the fabric in multiple spots. The sheer volume was far too much for the cloth to absorb.             In seconds, hot fluid started dripping heavily onto the concrete floor, the pattering sound deafening in the empty garage. The noise made Mitch’s stomach contract with guilt, but he could do nothing to stem the miserable flow.             Panting with overwhelming physical reliefs, Mitch tried to get ahold of his racing thoughts, but he was too overwhelmed to make a plan. The sensation of peeing uncontrollably in his school uniform was too devastating to get past.             At some point, Mitch realized that he was no longer going, though the sound of liquid trickling off the cuffs of his pants still echoed through the garage. Exhaling shakily, he started to stand up straight.             He took a step forward, not quite sure where he was going yet, but stopped abruptly as a final spurt of urine fell from his bladder, streaming directly down his right leg.             This, more than anything, nearly broke Mitch. His legs almost gave out, and he stumbled against the still-open driver’s side door. The idea that he not only wet himself, but had so little awareness of his own body that he didn’t know he wasn’t done, went against everything Mitch had been raised to believe about himself.             Mitch realized that his lower lip was trembling and quickly bit down to stop the shaking. His Hartfield habits were kicking in; crying was unacceptable. He had to be responsible for his own actions.             Though his insides still writhed with shame, Mitch started moving. First, he checked his watch; he still had 7 minutes to reach his mother’s office. Her secretary was almost certainly gone by now, so if he went straight to his mother’s floor, no one would see him.             Except his mother.             Mitch closed his eyes for a moment, mentally preparing for the inevitable confrontation. This was his fault; he would have to accept whatever reaction his mother deemed appropriate.             Looking down, Mitch’s stomach twisted anew upon seeing the glistening wetness all down the front of his pants. Grimacing, he started to grab sections of material, squeezing out the excess liquid, so as not to drip in the elevator. He had to suppress his gag reflex when he saw the amount of piss being wrung from the material. When he finally finished, he grudgingly wiped his hands on the still-dry hips of his pants.             Mitch checked his watch again as he entered the elevator – he was right on time. He straightened his shoulders, readying to enter his mother’s domain.             Thankfully, the secretary was gone for the night, so Mitch was able to cross the waiting area unseen. He gently knocked on the tall, sleek doors to Anne’s office, sliding in at his mother’s distracted invitation.             Mitch stood just inside the door, painfully aware of the heaviness of his pants hanging from his belt. His mother was arranging papers in a filing cabinet, her back to him.             “Thank you for coming, dear,” she said formally. “I hope traffic wasn’t too ba-“             Anne cut herself off as she turned around and saw her 18-year-old son standing in front of her, pants utterly drenched.             “Mitchell,” Anne raised an eyebrow coolly. “What is this?”             “I hhhad an accident,” Mitch responded, then instantly hated himself for allowing his voice to stick on the second word.             Anne’s eyebrow remained arched. “Why didn’t you use the bathroom on the interns’ floor?”             With great effort, Mitch managed not to flinch. He’d known that he’d have to explain himself. “I didn’t make it.”             Anne’s lips were pressed into a thin line. “Do I need to alert the janitorial staff?”             “No, ma’am,” Mitch raised his chin slightly to counteract the natural droop of humiliation.             Anne’s upper lip curled ever so slightly. “Then does your car require cleaning?”             “No, ma’am,” Mitch repeated, keeping his voice steady. This was all the consequence of his own actions, after all.             “Mmmm,” Anne trusted her son, despite her disappointment. He’d kept his word in arriving on time, at least. Still, failure to make it to the toilet wasn’t acceptable. Anne strode to her closet and smoothly pulled the plastic casing off her dry-cleaned spare suit.             “Here,” she held out the plastic to her son. “No sense in spreading the mess to your car seat, then.”             “Yes, ma’am,” Sitting on the dry-cleaning plastic was actually a great plan, and Mitch was oddly grateful for his mother’s logic.             “Come along, then,” Anne’s voice was clipped. “No sense in dawdling.”             Mother and son remained silent in the elevator, though Mitch saw his mother sneer when she saw the size of the puddle he’d made in the garage. His stomach clenched guiltily; there was something about his mother seeing the full evidence of his accident that made Mitch feel doubly ashamed.              He unlocked to car doors and carefully placed the plastic on the driver’s seat as Anne situated herself on the passenger side.             The drive home took 20 painfully long minutes. Mitch kept his posture straight and his eyes clear, though, internally, he was contorted with humiliation and anxiety.             Anne turned to her son before they entered the house. “Dinner is at 7:30. I trust that’s enough time to make yourself presentable.” She didn’t wait for an answer leaving Mitch to follow her slowly inside.             Up in his room, Mitch took a much quicker shower than he would have liked. Given his current mental state, he could have stayed under the hot water for hours, but Hartfields don’t mope.             Instead, Mitch toweled off his hair, dressed in appropriate evening clothes, then reluctantly gathered his soiled pants, underwear, and socks to take to the laundry Realistically, he could have left it for the housekeeper over the weekend, but the desires to avoid a smell and, more powerfully, to avoid sharing his accident with anyone else, propelled him to do his own washing.             In the laundry room, Mitch was just opening the washing machine when he heard soft footsteps behind him.             “Hey.”             For the first time that day, Mitch blushed. “Please don’t look at me,” he murmured.             Obligingly, his sister turned around, leaning her back against the doorjamb. “Alright. I’m not looking.” Home for the weekend, a usual practice for the local student, Veronica had heard her mom and brother arrived, noticed the tension, and had gotten a brief, somewhat incredulous explanation from Anne.             “Thank you,” Mitch said, though he shuddered at the unexpected interruption.             After a moment, Veronica spoke again. “Are you OK?”             Irritatingly, Mitch felt his eyes fill with tears, and he took a deep breath before responding. “I’ll be fine. It was my fault.”             “It was an accident, Mitch,” Veronica said gently, still not looking into the laundry room.             Mitch’s stomach flipped at the word. Most people wouldn’t have heard his breath hitch, but Veronica had more experience than anyone at growing up a Hartfield and all of the emotion-suppression techniques that came with it. When she heard the washing machine lid close and the cycle start, she took the chance to step into the room, placing a hand on her younger brother’s arm.             “Mitch,” she insisted softly. “It’s OK.”             Mitch crumbled, unable to respond right away. Veronica stepped closer, wrapping her arm around the teen. More to his own dismay than to his sister’s, who was intimately familiar with the feelings of disgrace that accompanied personal failures in the Hartfield family, perceived or otherwise.             “Mitch,” Veronica repeated. “It was just mom. She knows you handled it as well as you could have, and no one else knows.”             Mitch sniffed slightly, the twisty feeling in his abdomen unabated. “But…” he mumbled.             Veronica looked up. “What? What is it?”             Mitch’s entire ribcage seemed to tighten. There was no one else in the world he’d confess this to, but the magnitude of his indiscretion was enough to weaken his well-honed resolve.             “But…” he stammered, feeling much younger than his 18 years. He thought of his final leak, the one he didn’t even feel coming. “What if it happens again?”             Veronica hugged her brother, resting her head on the taller sibling’s shoulder. “Bud, I know it seems scary, but this was a fluke thing. I promise.”             Mitch leaned into his sister. He appreciated the show of comfort – he and Veronica had always shared more hugs with each other than they did with their parents – but he really didn’t feel any better.               Veronica smiled weakly; she knew that Mitch was unlikely to forgive himself so quickly. She didn’t have anything else to say, so she settled for “Dinner’s almost ready.”             Mitch nodded, blinking the tears out of his eyes. He’d have to stop by the bathroom to throw water on his face before he made his way to the dining room. Despite his lingering humiliation, he couldn’t just show up for dinner with red eyes.             He was a Hartfield, after all.
Lilith had many dirty secrets, and being alone in the house let her explore her desires. Today is one of those rare days, living together with her parents made her crave these scarce hobbies. She also loves the thrill of them returning at any time, the chance of getting caught excited her even more. Of course, she would be totally embarrassed if she was caught, but that’s her lewd fantasy. Lilith began her plans before they even left, she needed time for her bladder to fill. This is one of many fetishes she has, the feeling of fullness of her bladder turned her on, not only that she enjoyed the sensation of helplessness as she loses control of herself. The pressure slowly increased inside her as she waits until the right moment. Leading onto her second habit of layering clothes, these inconvenient outfits complements and challenges herself during her bladder’s critical breaking point. She quickly prepares which layers she’ll wear as she feels a storm brewing down below. She quickly stripes out of her casual clothes and put on a pair of bikini panties, boyshorts, pantyhose and a leotard in the respective order. This is what she called the ‘base layer’, designed to prevent pulling the one piece to the side, the only way is to completely remove it. She then similarly repeats the base layer with another pair of boyshorts, spandex, back zipped bodysuit and finally a sports bra. Once again, another pair of panties and a full body one-piece bodysuit, totally hiding everything secretly underneath. The incentive of this many layers is the challenge of removal, and the repercussion of failing to take off the layers is complete soakage of one’s clothes. However, she was not done with her layering, there was more to come. She takes more clothes out her closest and drawers, piling them on top of her bed. She then puts on a pair of denim hot pants, high waisted jeans, skinny jeans, back zipped dungarees and a tight button up denim jumpsuit to compress and camouflage those layers. Now entombed in the layers, she waits for the perfect moment to test her will power and strength. Lilith has practiced this many times both succeeding and failing, however, she learnt a few tips such as not to wear them too early. She started to feel quite desperate which she has been anticipating, but also it was starting to get pretty warm. That is to be expected and the reason she layers mostly in Winter. Not long after, a feeling which she knows very well overtakes her body; the urge to pee. Her legs dancing up and down by themselves, thighs clamped tightly together though that had little effect through the many layers. Her hold slowly becoming unbearable as her bladder continues to quickly fill up, and her muscles getting fatigued from the mountain of strain. However, she fights the urge and battles on holding and holding. Pleasure and pain repeated endlessly in her head. The layers weren’t helping as it restricted her bladders expansion. Her legs soon became tired from all the fidgeting. She feels her strength disappearing as her bladder eats away all her energy. “Five more minutes” she moaned softly under her breath. “Five more.” Five minutes of hell which she’s both enjoying and despising. Staring at the timer which didn’t even seemed to tick, she decides to challenge herself even more. She slowly stood up, legs sandwiched together like they were super glued. She then kneed down on the floor, laid down directly on her swollen bladder. The immense pressure surged through her body, an awkward smile emerges from the lewd act. Suddenly her body freezes and tenses up, time’s running out and she needs to remove the layers before it it’s too late. She quickly pushes herself up, but unable to muster the strength. Her body collapses back onto her bloated bladder. She moans in pain. “Still dry, I can make it,” she encourages herself. “just a little longer.” Gathering the strength, she pushes herself off the floor and up onto her two feet. She gradually made progress to the bathroom, hunched over like an old grandma. Entering the toilet sent shivers down her spine. “Almost there,” she mumbles. “just have to remove these layers.” Her hands shaking uncontrollably like Parkinson’s disease as she tried to unbutton the jumpsuit. “No no no,” she cried. “please, I can make it.” She began undoing her buttons one by one, from top to bottom. As she reached her waistline, they became increasingly harder. The only way to undo them were to press into your bladder and slide the stupid button out. First layer off and it only gets harder. As she reaches her back for the zipper, her hands suddenly jump to her crotch. “I-It’s just a squirt,” Lilith said. “I-I can do it.” Once again she brings her hands behind and grab ahold of the zipper, quickly pulling it down. She then slides the straps off her shoulders and pulls the overalls off. Next is the skinny jeans which she quickly unbuttoned along with the high waisted pair, pulling them down simultaneously. Quickly taking a short breather, she looks at the mirror. Staring at herself like she’s 5 months pregnant. Suddenly another wave of desperation hits her, like someone punched her in the stomach. A giant shot glass of hot liquid shoots into her slightly wet panties. She tries to counter the spurt by tensing her legs together, successfully stops it for now. She quickly undoes the short shorts and shoves them into a pile of the removed layers. Feeling like she was going to make it, she deviously put her high waisted jeans back on, leaving the few buttons undone. She starts to stroke herself though the many undergarments. Even though there’s so many layers, the pleasure was still immense. Thinking it’s a bad idea to continue, she starts taking off the layers again. First went the jeans, full bodysuit then her underwear. Massaging herself to the edge as she removed each layer. Next she had to remove her sports bra before attempting the back zipped bodysuit. This is one of the hardest layers to remove in her opinion as getting this sports apparel up and over is quite the challenge. She struggled with both her bladder and bra, however she conjured enough strength, pulled it off her shoulders and off. She then swiftly undid the zipper and pulled the suit down along with her tights and boyshorts. She sighed in relief as there is only the base layer left. Once again she began touching and rubbing, however this time it was much stronger without those layers. She couldn’t stop herself sliding her fingers on the smooth bodysuit, which was soaked from the accidental squirt. Her hand moved faster and faster as she couldn’t control herself. Climaxing into her two panties and through the bodysuit. Still rubbing her muscles slowly succumb, releasing jets of urine. The sound of hissing slowly fills the bathroom as the long awaited relief arrived. Lilith slumps back on the toilet, totally out of energy and free from her bladder. “At least I didn’t fail like last time,” she joked to herself.
Sabika and Kanika It was 6:00 AM on a Wednesday. The outside world was still slowly stirring into action. A lone car here or there could be seen as the sun rose slowly and majestically from over the dunes in the distance. The town of Surat slowly rose from its slumber. Among those who were groggily rubbing their eyes were two women in their early 20’s, Sabika and Kanika. Sabika and Kanika had been friends since they met in school back when they used to stay in Gandhinagar. They had remained classmates and friends through their board exam, through their CBSC 12th , through their arduous 3 year BBA degree, and finally, through their MBA, the final step in the horrifying process they’d known as their education. The moment they got their degrees in hand they began to insist to their respective families, the need to move to Surat because “that’s where all the well-paying jobs are!” they claimed. After a couple of weeks they’d gotten permission from their families, found a flat in a massive apartment complex in Dindoli. The flat was everything they’d ever dreamed of and more! It was spacious, clean, well ventilated, and it was theirs! On this Wednesday however, neither Sabika nor Kanika was able to appreciate the green countryside or the beautiful sunrise as they scurried around their room, frantically gathering up bits of small change. “3568”, Kanika counted “3668!”, Sabika chipped in holding up a 100 rupee note she’d picked up from under the mattress. Kanika sighed miserably, “This is hopeless! We’ll never get enough money before 11. And God Knows what the landlord will do if we don’t have it again! It’s the second month in a row!!” Sabika clicked her tongue, irritated, “What are you telling me for!” Both the girls fell silent as they reflected on their circumstances. Sabika suddenly piped up, “Hey Kanika! Your dad sent you money last week, remember!” Kanika’s face lit up as she remembered. She jumped to her feet and ran over to her cupboard. As she hurriedly sorted through her clothes she explained, “If I run down to the ATM now, that’ll solve everything. You chill here for a bit, go back to sleep if you want” Sabika nodded in agreement but kept her eyes fixed on Kanika. Kanika pulled a kurti out of the stack that she liked and, ducking behind the narrow door of her cupboard, slid off the boxer shorts she had on in one deft fluid motion. The cupboard door did a poor job of covering Kanika’s taut smooth brown buttocks from Sabika. Kanika caught Sabika watching and “tsk’ed “ her jokingly as she donned the Kurti and jogged out the door. She shouted back at Sabika, “I’ll be back soon.!”, as she entered the lift. Over the many years that they’d been friends many had accused them of being “weird…” Many classmates of the duo in 12th had gone so far as to insinuate that the two were performing lewd sexual acts on each other. Sabika and Kanika had never been bothered in the slightest by these rumours, mainly because of how baseless they were. Regardless of what anyone else might think, Kanika and Sabika had never crossed the lines of friendship with one another. For Sabika however, this was growing difficult. Ever since they’d shifted in together, Sabika had unknowingly noticed more and more of Kanika’s nuances: that little pimple on her back, that mole on her right butt cheek….. Kanika had seemingly blossomed overnight from the skinny tom-boyish ruffian she’d been in school, to an enticing, and sensuous young woman. Sabika had been dreaming of her more and more. Vile dreams. Loathsome dreams. Unspeakable dreams.  Sabika had initially dismissed them as Hogwash, but a week back, around 3 in the morning, Sabika awoke from one such dream suddenly, a splash of moisture near the joining of her thighs. Her lower stomach felt as if it were burning: not in pain but in rapturous pleasure. She felt her engorged and moistened womanhood pound with the racing pumping of her heart. Sabika sat up quietly, careful not to wake the sleeping Kanika on the other end of the Queen size bed. The wet fabric of her boxers pressed against her thighs as she moved a hand to garrison her fortress. The moment Sabika’s hand had made contact with herself, her body convulsed as if suffering from an electric shock. Oscillating waves of pleasure shot through her spine, sending tingling sensations raging across her forehead and her toes. She felt the walls of her abdomen tensing and loosing with intense force, in sync with the pulses that rocked the sea of dampness beneath her hand. The pulses slowly faded away and Sabika faded into sleep with them. The next morning however, Sabika noticed the sizeable stain left on her shared pale green bedsheet. She was utterly mortified as Kanika teased her,  saying she had wet the bed. Since that day, Sabika had made it an effort to ‘satisfy her womanly needs’ at least twice a week, so as to prevent such ‘incidents’ from repeating themselves. Seeing as Kanika had left the house, Sabika bit her lower lip softly and jumped back into the bed, now all by herself. She hadn’t touched herself since last Tuesday, more than a week ago. Now however, on a Wednesday, alone and unencumbered with chores at home while her roommate exerted herself, she realized she finally had the time. Sabika walked over to her bedside drawer and pulled out her laptop and (from much further back) her vibrator she’d sneakily bought from Goa. It was far too loud for her to use normally, but it was ideal for situations such as this. She placed the laptop on her stomach, propped her head up with some pillows and navigated to Local Disc D/ Images/ Kanika/ 34#%@52#%      Sabika’s heart beat faster and as she clicked on the folder she moved her right hand down, out of visibility, behind the laptop screen, and switched on the vibrator which hummed powerfully. The folder was empty, save for a sole video titled DrunKanika_toilet.3gp         Sabika clicked on the video, her heart beating frantically in her chest.  Sabika had taken this video on her phone almost two years back. Despite how close the girls were, Sabika had never seen Kanika completely nude, except once ………. This once. Sabika had taken the video around two years back on her [Sabika’s] birthday. The girls had gone out clubbing and had gotten quite inebriated off the free shots the club offered to women. Sabika had managed to squeeze past the throng of women into the washroom once in the night, but Kanika hadn’t been that lucky. When they were in a cab and less than halfway home, Kanika had begun whining about her bladder, laughingly pleading with Sabika.  Sabika had then pulled out her phone and jokingly began videoing the entire chain of events. Kanika had initially resisted and hid her face, but in a matter of minutes had forgotten the whole thing and was pleading once again.  As VLC media player opened and Kanika’s voice whined through her speakers with cries of , “Mujhe bathroom Chaiye!!!”, Sabika moved her humming little friend into position between her legs and her whole body tensed, paralyzed as if by accord. As Sabika moved the device up and down, her back arched and her toes bent straight in line with her foot ( like ballerina feet) as her legs slowly bent upwards into the air… Meanwhile Kanika was standing in the blistering hot Surat sun. The brightness stung her eyes as she squinted them tightly. The queue was gigantic! Hundreds of people snaked around the complex, all orderly waiting for a chance to exchange a handful of money. Kanika cursed herself! If only she’d come here yesterday, this could have been averted. ARGH! Unfortunately however, Kanika had no choice. She needed that money by today or the consequences would be dire. Her landlord had threatened to evict them if they were late again. Kanika sighed inwardly to herself, a sigh of acceptance, and pulled out her headphones from her pocket and began to untangle them. As she fiddled awkwardly with the wires in front of her, she became aware of two men, sitting leisurely on a motorcycle in the distance, sipping chai and brandishing cigarettes, looking at her repulsively. Kanika quickly averted her eyes, plugged her headphones into her phone, pressed play and forgot all about it in the repetitive beats of Honey Singh’s “Blue Eyes” An hour had elapsed since Kanika had come down to withdraw money. Still, the ATM line in front of her showed no sign of drawing to an end as it snaked off and away down a dusty road out of her apartment building and towards the sole ATM in the vicinity. The line behind her looked even more gargantuan than the line in front of her! People had gathered in such vast amounts it was disconcerting to say the least.           However, standing in line this long was beginning to take its toll on Kanika as she swayed faintly beneath the searing heat. Immediately the two strange men that had been watching her from the comfort of their bike the entire time sprang into action. One came and held her upright so she didn’t fall while the other helped lower her into a gentle sitting position on the rim of the sidewalk. The men asked for water from the crowd. One kind elderly gentleman in front of Kanika pulled out a Bisleri bottle with the label torn off and handed it to Kanika who gulped at it ferociously.  Kanika thanked them, returned the water bottle to the old man and continued waiting in line. Twenty minutes down the line and as the beats of “Pani Pani Pani” rang through her ears, Kanika knew she was in a desperate fix. To add to the dizziness and fatigue, Kanika now felt another worrying presence making itself known: that of her bladder. She stood on her toes and craned her neck but still couldn’t see the end of the line. Her bladder tensed in protest, sending its contents rushing to her urethra which she managed to clench just in time. 10 minutes later and Kanika’s need had increased exponentially. She ground her legs against each other and often bent into crumpled tensed half squats, with her fist clenched between her thighs. She knew that she couldn’t wait any more. In desperation she pulled out her phone and texted Sabika, “ Sorry, can’t get the money. Too many people. Heading back” Kanika was about to leave the queue and search for a bathroom when she noticed the two men who’d been looking at her earlier staring again as she shuffled in place. From the distance she was at she could see one man’s lips form the word “peshab” as he spoke laughingly to the man next to him. Infused with anger, Kanika stormed over towards them. “What!! What did you say!! Tell Me!!” , she began to shout. The crowd , bored of their monotonous wait , quickly turned to watch. The taller and better looking of the two men, introduced himself as Patel and leaned in to Kanika’s ear and whispered, “ There’s a bathroom near here, if you want I can show it to you. My friend will hold your position in the line.” Kanika was desperate and her nerves were frayed, she buckled easily and followed Patel without hesitation down an empty alley on the other side of the road. She followed him briskly for another 2 minutes and drew to a stop where he did outside a dingy stinking doorway with no door. The room inside stank and there were flies hovering around the dotted flaking squat toilet in the centre. “You go!”, Patel whispered huskily, “I’ll stand guard” Kanika was in no situation to refuse and within a matter of seconds, had tiptoed into the stall, yanked off her kurti and was pissing ferociously into the small dingy bowl. The sound of her release echoed off the walls and rang loudly in the streets; Patel’s loin began to stir. A relieved Kanika stepped out of the stall and looked at Patel. Unbeknownst to him, she too had felt a tingle in her most secret of areas as she saw Patel, visibly aroused, nobly standing guard as she voided herself. She looked at him passionately for a matter of seconds, and then leapt on him with the ferocity of a wild tiger. She jumped into his arms as she kissed his face frantically. Patel stumbled backwards, carrying Kanika into the small stall from whence she had come.  Patel took two large steps over the toilet, and held Kanika up against the wall. Her legs were fastened around his waist and his hands held her from her armpits. In this position, with her legs spread, it was only a few thin layers of cotton separating his throbbing manhood from her dripping lips. As his manhood rubbed against her, Kanika was aroused to the point of tears.. “Under dalo!! Under dalo” , she frantically whispered in the heat of the moment. Patel had but to slip her salwar down a few inches, over the voluptuous curvature of her ass before he was able to slide his aching 5 inches inside of her starved body as they joined, convulsing in shared pleasure.   Patel thrust harder and harder and faster into Kanika’s soaking garden. Kanika clawed his back as she moaned animalistically, echoing the waves of pleasure that tore their way through her body. Her gasps build up, faster and faster, until it was just one mind numbing cry as Patel tensed, and jerked, shooting his seed deep inside of Kanika. That one final push accompanied by the warm explosion that followed it pushed Kanika over the edge as the lurking orgasm ripped through her, shattering her mind as she groaned heavily and dug Patel’s back so hard it bled. Within a matter of minutes, sobriety had returned to the pair. Kanika pulled up her salwar, salvaged what dignity she could, and giving Patel her number, marched back to the queue. She found the friend in line, only 5 people away from the bank. She quickly switched with him, exchanged the money, and headed home to the house. As Kanika reached the floor of her house, she opened the house door and walked inside to her room. To her surprise, the room door was shut! This was incredibly rare, especially given how close Kanika and Sabika were. Rather than knocking as any other friend might have, Kanika threw open the door and gasped in shock at the writhing figure of Sabika. Sabika lay prostrated on the bed her hips and her bush circled rhythmically as her China made vibrator doing its job between her legs. Her other hand lay clutching the bed sheets on her left, as if for dear life. She rubbed her self and whispered, “ah aH aH AH Oh god I’m cumming….I’m cumming…I’m cumming,” as her eyes remained latched on the screen of her laptop. Kanika’s eyes fell on the laptop screen and she saw a video of herself, inebriated and squirming in the bathroom, trying with limited success to stand still over the commode as Sabika attempted to cut her baggy Patiala salwar string with a giant pair of scissors. Kanika saw herself removing her top, so as to keep it out of the path of the storm, and throw it to the side at the exact moment that Sabika snipped her way through the troublesome salwar string. Kanika saw her Patiala collapse to the floor, revealing her visibly soaked green underwear which she peeled off without a second thought as a torrent of processed beer gushed out from between the hairy joining of her legs and splattered into the porcelain commode beneath her. “SABIKA!!!!”, Kanika shouted. But the orgasming Sabika could do little more than turn to Kanika in horrified ecstasy as the Chinese-made orgasm racked her body. Her eyes twitched, her hands and feet stiffened and her legs rose up as she cried loudly and went taut for a second. Sabika collapsed back onto earth in the form of the bed and lay there for a minute, gasping for breath before she could sat, “Sorry Kanika”  Kanika however was red livid with anger. She glared at Sabika and through her clenched teeth snarled, “We’re going to have a talk about this”, before she wheeled around and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
Hey all, haven't written a story in a while. I really enjoyed writing the last one, so I decided to do it again, this is only a short one this is chapter one of two, the second part hopefully coming in about a week's time. Here we go: Centre Stage Chapter One: A Bio At the age of twenty-two I was getting a taste of what glamour felt like and it was a little bit addictive. Don't get me wrong, I'm hardly super famous, but I am able to say that I have been on tour and had a top forty album, and not everyone gets to say that. Yes, the silly little band that my brother and I are in is starting to get recognised. We haven't made it big time by any definition, I mean when we played Glastonbury it was on the Introducing stage (which is still really cool), our second EP made #36 on the album charts and our tour wasn't exactly a sell out. I can't stress enough how small our success was in the grand scheme of things, but it's still success. And the reason I called it a silly little band is because that's how it felt for a long time. I should add, I wasn't involved from the very beginning. My twin brother, Alex, started the band with his friends from the band room in school when we were eighteen, and at the time it was all guys. After a little while, Alex told me they were interested in having a chick singer and whether I wanted to join. Those are the exact words he used; chick singer. Which is initially why I didn't want to do it, because I could see exactly where they were going with it. A pop-punk band with a female vocalist has been done before, and I was worried that audiences would think we were just trying to be Paramore. However, it obviously worked because four years later, here we are. So that's me, Beth Church, I'm twenty-two and I'm lead singer of semi-pro Pop-Punk band Full Charge. I guess I sort of look the part. I'm short, skinny, blonde and very pretty (if I'm allowed to say that). I'm living a life that I never thought I would be living, and every now and then I am reminded of that by having really cool things happen to me that are out of the ordinary. Sure, I get up on stage and sing and people dance and often sing our songs along with us (which is really something), but I'm used to that. It's things like being interviewed, and people asking for selfies that really throw me and remind me that people are actually starting to know who I am. At a gig recently, a girl and her friend came up with a camera and said that they were making a video about the gig and asked whether I would be interested in doing a little Q&A, to which I said yes, obviously. They wanted me for their video, younger me would never have imagined it. Anyway, the interview itself was important because one of the questions they asked me brought up something that I don't often like to talk about. They asked me all the usual stuff, whether I was looking forward to the gig, how the band first started, what it felt like to be in the album charts, all of which I had answers for. But then she asked me about the thing that is, I have to be honest, my least favourite thing about being in the band. She asked me what it was like, as a woman, to be travelling around with a bunch of guys. Now, I love my band mates, I honestly do we're all really good friends, and not once have any of them ever made any advances or deliberately made me uncomfortable.  But I never quite got used to it, I never quite got comfortable. I'm a pretty private person anyway, so I guess it has less to do with being a woman, but I'm sure gender did at least play a small part. I gave her a pretty vague answer about how sometimes it was a bit awkward having to share dressing rooms with them and stuff, which was true, but my insecurities go a lot deeper than that, and it reminded me of a particular story that I will never forget. During our last tour we did thirteen consecutive nights, so as you can imagine there was a bit of a pattern. Travel to a gig, play the gig, stay in a hotel, shove food down our mouths, move on to the next gig and so on. I'm not great at travelling anyway, I'm the person that usually asks if we can stop because I need a wee, but most of the time it's fine we usually stop at least once and if not I just hold it until we get there. One particular day we had to travel from a gig in Sheffield to a gig in Canterbury, it was the longest journey on the tour and so as we sat eating our lunch in a pub close to the hotel, we discussed the journey ahead. "We may have to stop a couple of times" said Josh, who plays lead Guitar in the band "we may be cutting it a bit close, but I think we'll be ok." Bearing in mind it was half past twelve at that point and the gig started at seven. Venues normally want us there a couple of hours before to do sound check, and it was at this point that we wondered if maybe we should have got up and left a bit sooner. "We'll make it" said Alex, my brother (he also played Guitar in the band). "My only worry is we don't to rush the sound check" said Dan (the drummer) "I would suggest if we do stop we make them very quick stops." I didn't like to say anything, because I sometimes feel a bit awkward, but the way Dan was talking it sounded as though he would rather not stop at all, which worried me greatly. I had already had a coffee with my breakfast this morning, and was sitting here drinking a coke with my lunch, which I didn't really want but when I was asked what I wanted to drink I didn't really want to say nothing so I ordered one. If we decided not to stop I would be in big trouble. So we set off about one o'clock and I did that thing where I waited until the very last minute before I went to the toilet, and even after I finished peeing I sat on the toilet for a bit longer, letting every last drop out just to get my bladder as empty as I could. And then we were off.  Edited January 13, 2017 by Dale Miller (see edit history)
And here is Chapter two, the conclusion to this story. I hope you like it  Chapter Two: Beth The Martyr  Two and a half hours into the journey and we made our first stop at a motorway service station. I don't know if it was one we had stopped at already on this tour, or whether we had stopped at so many that they were all beginning to look the same, but I seemed to get out of the van and immediately know where to go. That and the fact that I needed to pee really bad made sure I wasted no time. We had a rule in regards to stopping, which was that at least one person had to stay with the van at all times. It was a bit unfortunate because it meant someone had to hold it until they were absolutely bursting, but we had a van full of stuff that might get stolen if we left it unattended and it wasn't worth the risk. However, on this occasion, I was adamant that I was not gonna stay with the van. When  Josh asked who was gonna stay behind I quite bluntly said "Not me." And at the time I meant it, I had needed to pee for two hours and we still had a way to go, I was not gonna hold it in. However, once I had made it to the toilet and got over how great it felt to finally relieve myself, I felt bad for being so inconsiderate. It was Josh, who was driving, that volunteered to stay in the end, which just made me feel even worse. So as I sat there, looking at the advert for sanitary pads on the inside of the toilet door, I decided I would be the one to stay in the van the next time we stopped. On the way out I also decided to buy a bottle of water, which might sound like the stupidest thing I could have done, but I really thought that I would be ok, I hadn't had anything to drink for nearly two hours, I'd only had two things to drink that day and I had already emptied by bladder which had been quite full. I thought if I just took little sips I would be ok, I would make it to the gig. Well, when we all piled back in to the van I put the final nail in the coffin, which was to make the promise that I said I would. I volunteered to stay with the van the next time we stopped. I regretted it as soon as I said it, but I needed to rid myself of the guilt of making Josh be the one to wait. The rest of the journey was about as predictable as it gets, sipping my water accidentally turned into drinking half the bottle and before long, I felt the need to pee again. And as you can imagine, we got stuck in traffic. Great. This is great, I thought. I'm gonna piss myself in a rental van surrounded by a bunch of guys I'm supposed to go on stage with tonight. It got to five o'clock, which is when we should have really been at the venue and ready to set up, and we still weren't there. Half past five, still not there and by this point I am desperate to pee and so is everyone else in the van, especially Josh who didn't get to go the first time round. It's for that reason, that I kept quiet about my desperation. Six o'clock and we still were not there, we were an hour late! "Fuck, sorry guys" Josh said "But I'm gonna have to stop, I really need a piss and I can't concentrate." "It's alright" said Adam, the bass player "We all need to go, we might as well all get out." I felt elated at the thought of it, for a brief moment I thought they had forgotten about my promise, forgotten about the rule, and were inviting me to get out with them.   "Beth" Alex said, turning to me, looking apologetic "Are you still alright to stay with the van?" Damn. "Yeah" I said. I mean, I did say I would. Josh pulled up in a lay-by, and the guys all got out and disappeared into the trees, leaving me sitting there with an aching bladder, wishing I could join them, which was a very bizarre thing to wish, but that was how it was. I sat there and contemplated my situation. I thought about maybe getting out and squatting next to the van. I had never been very good at peeing outside, but I was considering it. I wouldn't technically be leaving the van. But then I thought about how mortified I would be if the guys saw me. If I heard them coming back but couldn't stop the flow, and they all saw me, pants down, exposing my arse to them with pee coming out full force. Then I thought about emptying my water bottle, and quickly peeing in that before the guys came back. I realised it would not be practical, and plus I would have the same problem as before. What if the guys came back and saw me with knickers down and a bottle pressed against my lips? And then I would panic, but still would not be able to stop the flow and I would pee all over the seat. After much thought, I decided I would just hold it, the venue was not that far away now after all. The guys came back looking mighty relieved, and I felt very jealous. We carried on to the gig which we were now extremely late for, the venue had been calling us repeatedly asking where we were, and we had repeatedly told them we got stuck in traffic. At half past six, half an hour before we were due on stage, we arrived. I no longer cared about the gig, the gig was currently number two on my list of priorities. Number one was to find a toilet and pee like I've never peed before. However, the events manager was understandably freaking out and basically threw us through the stage door without any niceties or any kind of introduction, didn't show us our dressing room or anything, he got us all on the stage, he got about half of the venue staff bringing our stuff in from the van and all of us working on what was to be possibly a world record for the fastest set-up and sound check. And I still had not been to the toilet. Every time I opened my mouth to ask if I could go, someone was giving me another task to do. But, against all the odds, we did it. We got set up and we did our sound check and we were ready to go. This meant I could go pee now right? Except I couldn't. It was seven o'clock and it was time to start the gig. The house lights went down and the events manager was on the stage introducing us. The crowd cheered, and the band started the first bar of the opening song. And I still had to pee, I had to pee so bad but I couldn't. I had to switch my stage persona on and perform for an hour and a half. With every number, the main became worse. I wanted to hold myself, and squeeze my legs together but I couldn't, I had to be the singer that everyone had come to see. I wanted to moan, I felt like crying with the pain, but I didn't. I just kept singing the numbers the crowd wanted to hear. This show felt like it was going on forever. I usually don't check the time while I'm on stage because the shows seem to fly by because I'm usually having the time of my life. However, on this occasion I decided to take a look because it felt like I had been up here forever, surely I could get off stage and pee soon? I still had another hour. I was going to wet myself on stage, I knew it. I would not be able to control my bladder any more, it would start to run down my legs, and people in the crowd would start to notice. They would start pointing and laughing, and then the band would stop playing, and everyone in the band would start pointing and laughing, and I would just stand there, crying and peeing myself at the same time, before running off stage. And then the next day, pictures would surface all over the internet of me, standing on stage with my jeans all wet and a puddle forming on the stage around my boots. The thought of that was enough to make me keep going. That was not going to happen, if I had to put my hand between my legs on stage then so be it, if I had to say to the crowd "Just so you know, I really have to pee, but I'm gonna keep going for you guys!" then I would. It would probably get a cheer, and even that might surface on the internet tomorrow, someone might write an article saying that I care about our audience so much that I will even endure absolute agony just so the fans can get a good show. But from that moment, I decided one thing. I was not going to wet myself on stage tonight. And I didn't. It was painful, it was the worst gig I have ever done, but we got the end and still, not a single drop had left my body. We took a bow and we went off stage, but the crowd were cheering for more. They wanted an encore. I had not planned on this. Now I was off stage, I could finally behave like a person who was desperate to pee. I squeezed my legs together, and held myself, willing my bladder to hold on just a bit longer. "Beth!" Alex shouted at me, I hadn't noticed that the band were all standing in the wings right by the stage, ready to go on "we're going back on!" "I can't!" I said, I was finally losing it. "What?" he said. "I...agh!" I was not gonna make it "Fuck, I really need a piss!" "Just one more number then you can go" said Dan. I thought about the hypothetical article. About Beth the Martyr. The lead singer who will endure torture for her fans. I remembered the promise I made to myself. I was not going to wet myself on stage tonight. And so we went out, I switched my stage persona back on and we did our last number. We always closed our shows with the closing track of our first EP, a song called The Attic Room. On the EP it was only a three minute song, but the live version can go on for a bit longer as we let the crowd sing a couple of choruses to themselves. Tonight it lasted seven minutes. The crowd had really loved us. I said a last farewell before we went off stage. "Good night, and thank you!" I shouted "We'll see you out by the merch table in about twenty minutes!" I wasn't sure twenty minutes would be enough, I was planning on peeing for a long time. The rest of the band had already gone offstage, presumably to go and use the toilet themselves. I wondered off stage and started thinking, fast. What was I gonna do? Dressing rooms usually have one toilet that we all have to share, and the guys will undoubtedly have already started a queue. Hell, I didn't even know where the dressing room was, we hadn't been there yet, maybe the guys had just gone to look for it. I only knew one thing, I had to pee and I had to pee right then. So the first opportunity I spotted would be the one I took. A cleaning cupboard had been left open backstage, and sitting in there was a mop bucket. That was it. I was gonna pee in the bucket. I went inside, turned the light on and closed the door. It was small, it was claustrophobic, but I didn't care. The cleaner would probably come back soon, and might walk in on me while I'm peeing in their bucket, I still didn't care. Acting quickly, I decided the most practical way would be to remove all my clothing from my waist down, so my boots came off, then my jeans and then my knickers. I was half naked, my back side and vagina exposed. The cleaner could walk in at any time. I remove the mop from the empty bucket, spread my legs and apply the pressure. It hurts at first, a lot. But it comes out like a jet wash. I moan loudly, anyone that walked past this cupboard right now would know exactly what was going on from the sound alone. It hit the bottom of the bucket and made the most almighty sound. As it was filling, the stream was now hitting the surface of the pee rather than the bottom of the bucket, if I shut my eyes I could listen to the tinkling and I could almost pretend I was peeing in a toilet. Now the stream had slowed down and the pain had gone away, I could finally enjoy the pee and take delight in my relief. I moaned again but this time out of pleasure rather than pain. It was fucking fantastic. I did, indeed, pee for a long time, and I knew I was done only when the stream stopped. I sat for a bit longer, letting the last few drops go, and then I got dressed. The cleaner didn't walk in on me after all. I admit, I felt a little bit guilty about just leaving the pee sitting there in the bucket, but then I realised that cleaners have to deal with piss every single day, so I figured this was just one urine-related problem on top of the several others they probably had to sort out. I walked out of the cupboard, more relieved than I have ever been before. I go to find the others, who will probably ask me where I've been, and I decided I'll probably tell them the truth. That's life on the road after all. Edited January 17, 2017 by Dale Miller (see edit history)
A Cloudy Dream A short story. When the turbulence had first started - less than an hour into the five hour flight - Liz had felt fine.  Two hours later, she felt decidedly less fine under the continuous glow of the fasten seatbelt sign - partly because the turbulence hadn't let up, and partly because she hadn't had time to pee since her connecting flight early that morning. She had already turned down two offers from the flight attendant for drinks.  The last thing she needed right now was more liquid in her bladder.  She didn't quite understand how the flight could be smooth enough for the flight attendants to walk around serving drinks, but not smooth enough for the captain to turn off the fasten seatbelt sign and allow her to visit the restroom; however, the flight attendant hadn't been willing to negotiate the point.  Liz would not be allowed to leave her seat until the captain turned off the fasten seatbelt sign.  No exceptions. A sudden and relatively severe drop in altitude made her stomach flip, and she gripped the armrest so hard the fabric pattern imprinted itself on her palm.  She felt dizzy and found herself breathing with quick, shallow breaths.  It took a moment for her stomach to settle after the plane leveled out, and she didn't need to rely on her nursing degree to tell her that her heart rate had shot way, way up. Liz looked at the other passengers around her.  They were totally and completely unfazed - every last one of them.  She cursed under her breath: next time, she would just take the extra day off work and drive rather than fly.  A magnificent feat indeed that engineers could keep a million pounds of metal airborne, but such a shame that they couldn't make it at least tolerably pleasant for her. As her heart rate began recovering, her need to pee returned with even greater severity than before.  She had to pee so badly now she felt wet.  In fact… glancing down she noticed a wet patch on her light blue shorts, peeking out just slightly above the level of her crotch and continuing down between her legs and underneath her.  She moved her hands to cover her lap as quickly as she felt she could without attracting attention. Viewed from the top or front, the wet patch would hardly have been visible.  People probably wouldn't even notice unless they looked specifically for it.  However, some discrete probing with her fingers confirmed her fear that the backside was considerably worse off.  Viewed from the back, no one could miss what had happened to her. The dampness between her legs made it even more difficult to continue holding, but Liz tried her hardest.  After another 20 minutes of crossing and uncrossing her legs, tapping her feet, and keeping at least one hand in her lap at all times, Liz realized she had begun to attract the attention of the other passengers around her.  A couple of them kept glancing in her direction and then looking quickly away.  Clearly they understood her predicament. She forced herself to sit still, but even so she kept getting occasionally looks - perhaps people wondering if her sudden stillness meant she had lost the fight.  Even though she hadn't, it still embarrassed her that they might think that. Liz decided to block them out and pretend to sleep.  She left both hands in her lap, but leaned back and closed her eyes.  She found staying still and relaxing actually lessened her need to pee. About 20 minutes later she heard the ding of the seatbelt sign turning off, but kept her eyes shut and her body still.  Now that she had relaxed and didn't have to pee quite so urgently, she didn't feel so inclined to walk her wet ass down an aisle lined by a hundred onlookers to get to the bathroom.  It would probably be occupied by the time she got there anyway.  She decided to give her shorts some more time to dry before taking her walk of shame.  Whether they would dry much or not she didn't really know, but mostly she just wanted to put off the embarrassment a little longer. She jumped a little when the man next to her poked her arm and whispered, "You can use the bathroom now, the seatbelt sign is off." She did still have to pee, but she ignored him and pretended to still be asleep, hoping her face wasn't blushing quite as red as it felt. ~ Liz felt herself beginning to drift towards consciousness.  Although not lucid enough to remember her predicament or location, she felt dread at the thought of leaving the dream and having to face reality.  With great effort she plunged her mind back into the dream. Through the abnormally large gap between the bathroom door and the door frame, Liz watched her friends dance, drink and laugh.  Standing inside the bathroom, she tried to latch the door so she could use the toilet.  It seemed latched, so she sat down on the toilet, but then before she could start going the door started to swing inwards - clearly not securely latched.  She stood up and tried to get the door to latch again, but it simply fit too poorly in the frame for there to be any hope of it ever staying shut. Frustration nagged at her mind and she felt an intense urgency to find a secluded bathroom.  The party began to fade out.  I'm at the party, she told herself.  She forced herself to think of the old college party house, imagined herself dancing with her friends and drinking, and managed to re-immerse herself in the dream before slipping too far out of it. She began searching for a different bathroom to use.  She had tread close enough to wakefulness to know she was dreaming.  Close enough to know that she could wake herself if she tried hard enough, and close enough to understand that she probably should wake herself before she managed to find an acceptable bathroom in her dream. But she didn't want to wake up.  Suddenly it seemed more important than ever that she find a bathroom.  She sat down in a large stuffed armchair at the edge of the party.  This is a dream, she told herself, it doesn't matter if you pee in front of them; it doesn't matter if you pee in your shorts, or in this chair.  She tried to just go in her shorts and let the chair absorb it, but the other people in the room made her too nervous and she couldn't let go. She walked out the back door and sat down on the steps.  No one else was outside, she was all alone now.  A momentary warning flashed through her mind: she knew this was a dream, knew she might wet her bed for real if she continued.  Her subconscious argued back, telling her she wouldn't be able to find relief if she left the dream - this was the only way.  She listened. Beginning to pee on the steps felt great, although almost immediately she found herself sitting back in the stuffed armchair at the center of the party.  No one else seemed to notice, even as she sat among them and peed through her shorts and into the chair's cushion.  Moisture wicked along her shorts until her entire bottom felt warm. It took a few seconds for Liz to fade back to full consciousness.  When she did, it came as no surprise to her that she was both sitting in a warm puddle and still peeing.  Not wanting to have to deal with the embarrassing situation immediately, she didn't bother stopping.  Instead, she kept her eyes shut, pretended to be asleep, and finished going.
I have a rather unhealthy obsession with Deamus. They're so perfect together it almost hurts. One of my friends sent me a link to a "kinkfest" (I'm not into that, but she had no way of knowing), and one of the prompts was that someone wet themselves from being tickled. So this happened. It's not exactly like the prompt, but I like where it wound up. I hope you guys enjoy! —————————— Seamus lay on his side on his bed, doing his best to hold still as he posed for Dean. Dean had asked him to model today; he wanted to practice drawing people, and he said Seamus was the best subject. Seamus was proud to be Dean’s model, but he had been laying there for what must have been hours already. He was dead bored. And he really had to pee. “Dean,” Seamus whined, stretching his name out as if it had five syllables. “When will ye be done?” Dean grinned. “Eventually.” “C’mon, Dean, hurry up, will ye?” “It’d be easier to work if you’d quit fidgeting, Shay.” Dean raised his eyebrows meaningfully. “Can’t help it,” Seamus muttered. “I really gotta take a leak.” A wicked glint entered Dean’s eyes. “Sorry, but you’ll have to hold it. I’m at a very crucial point right now; if you move, it’ll mess up the whole ambience.” “Ambience?” Seamus raised an eyebrow. “Is that even a thing in drawin’?” “Of course it is, Shay. Now shut up.” Seamus glared at Dean for a moment, but kept his mouth shut. The dormitory remained quiet for quite a long time. With every second that passed, Seamus felt like his bladder was filling up more and more. It felt like it was too full, in fact, and that the muscle was stretching beyond its capabilities. The more time he spent waiting for Dean to finish, the more desperate he became. He may have been in dire need of the loo, but Seamus still thought he had enough control to wait until Dean was finished. Surely it wouldn’t be much longer now. Then, quite suddenly, a spasm rocked through his lower abdomen. He clenched down on his muscles, just barely managing to stop the pee that so desperately had tried to escape. Surreptitiously, he tried inching his left hand toward his crotch to give it a squeeze. “Don’t move, Shay!” Dean ordered. Seamus’s hand snapped back to its place on his left hip. But he couldn’t hold still for very long. That moment of intense desperation had wreaked havoc on his control. He could feel the pee hovering right at the edge of his member, just waiting for permission to release. Seamus began jiggling his left leg restlessly. “Seamus, stop!” “Jaysus, Dean, I need to pee! Just let me go to the loo, I won’t take long!” “No, Shay. Stay still. I’m almost done.” Seamus groaned loudly. “I’m seriously ‘bout to pee myself over here. I really can’t wait much longer.” He felt so ashamed at saying it, but he had to convey the gravity of his situation. Dean rolled his eyes. “God, Shay. You’re being such a baby right now.” “Shut it, Dean. Yeh’re not the one who’s been layin’ here fer hours now.” “Hours? You’ve been there for forty-five minutes.” Dean stood up and placed his sketchpad and pencil down on the chair where he’d been sitting. “You must’ve needed to pee before we started. You probably did it on purpose to get out of modeling for me.” “No, Dean, I swear it’s not like that!” Seamus protested. “I’d never do that to ye, I promise!” “I know, I was just messing with you,” Dean replied, smirking. Seamus sighed in relief and relaxed; a burst of hot pee dampened his briefs until he clamped down on his muscles once again. He glanced down at his crotch and was grateful to see that there was no visible wet spot. “Can I go to the loo now?” he asked, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt. If he was completely honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he’d even manage to stand up with out completely pissing himself. It was unfairly embarrassing. Dean tilted his head to the side and looked at him contemplatively for a moment. “No.” And then he jumped onto Seamus’s bed and began tickling him fiercely. Seamus squirmed and tried to get away from Dean’s agile fingers, all the while laughing. Another spurt of pee warmed his briefs, quickly followed by another, longer one. He was sure to have a large wet patch on his jeans now. “Dean, stop, please!” Seamus begged. “I’m really gonna piss myself. Stop!” “You’re just a sore loser,” Dean taunted. “Dean!” Seamus wriggled for all he was worth, but the constant movement and laughter only caused his over-full bladder more undue stress. He lost all control over his muscles for the most terrifying five seconds of his life. He felt completely soaked and more than a little mortified. He’d never be able to hide this from Dean. Never. And then, as suddenly as Dean’s tickling onslaught had begun, it ended. Seamus lay on his back, panting and trying for all he was worth to keep the rest of his pee in. He thought he was doing a pretty good job, too. But Dean was looking down at him with an inscrutable look on his face. It sent tingles down Seamus’s spine—and another gush of pee into his briefs. And then Dean had swooped down and was kissing him. Seamus sighed; he’d fancied Dean for as long as he could remember but kept it hidden for quite obvious reasons. Kissing him now was more than he’d ever dared to dream for. Seamus wound his arms around Dean’s neck, and Dean slipped his tongue inside Seamus’s mouth. The sensations tearing through Seamus were too intense, too mind-blowing. He was so thoroughly distracted by Dean’s kiss that he completely forgot about his other predicament. And then his protesting bladder had decided for him. Seamus began peeing forcefully through his jeans. It took him several seconds to realize that his bladder was voiding itself, but by then it was too late to stop. He groaned in horror. He'd finally gotten a kiss from Dean, and now he was going to lose everything. “Dean, I—“ “Shut up and kiss me, Shay,” Dean murmured. He hadn’t even flinched at the wetness that was surely spreading through his jeans now, too. “But Dean—“ He was cut off by another kiss, and he was still vehemently peeing his pants. Maybe another thirty seconds passed while Seamus continued to pee all over himself, Dean, and the bed. When his bladder was finally, finally empty, he squirmed a bit uncomfortably. His pants were very damp and were growing clammy. It was not a pleasant sensation. At least, it wasn’t until his crotch began to feel warm again. Seamus was utterly confused, thinking that he’d somehow managed to begin peeing again, even though there was a distinct hollowness where he was certain his bladder used to reside. Dean pulled away slightly, and it was then that Seamus realized he wasn’t peeing, but being peed on. Dean was pissing his pants now. Seamus stared at his best friend for the longest minute of his life as pee soaked through his jeans—pee that was not his own. For his part, Dean just stared at the place where pee was pouring from his own pants. They had become so soaked that they couldn’t hold any more liquid, apparently, and the stream exiting Dean’s body looked something like the flow from a hose. When Dean finally finished peeing on Seamus, he looked up. Seamus continued to stare at him, wide-eyed. “What?” Dean asked, sounding somewhat defensive. “Y-ye just…” Seamus trailed off, unable to find words. “Yeah, well, so did you,” Dean said. “But why?” Seamus managed to force out. Dean shrugged, somewhat uncomfortable. “I sometimes do this thing where I hold in my pee all day, or as long as I can. I really needed a piss just now, y’know?” Seamus nodded, but he didn’t completely understand. “Why did ye make me piss mine?” “I dunno. I thought that maybe if you liked it, too, I wouldn’t feel so…depraved.” Oh. Seamus shrugged. “Well, I guess the adrenaline rush was pretty intense,” he conceded. “But how am I supposed to know if I like it if ye force me to do it?” Dean looked beyond shocked. “Do you mean to tell me that if I’d told you about this, you might’ve tried it willingly?” “Dunno, but it’s me we’re talkin’ about. Nothin’s impossible, Dean.” “Do…do you think maybe you’d want to do this with me tomorrow?” Dean asked hesitantly. Seamus grinned. “Only if ye promise to kiss me like that again.”
Don't Move Part II Seamus awoke the next morning to Dean shaking his shoulder. He blinked his eyes slowly and smiled up at his best friend—or were they more than that now? "Morning, sleepyhead," Dean said softly. "How are you?" Seamus thought it over for a minute. He looked around their dormitory, taking care to note where each of his other roommates were and whether they could hear what he was saying. "'M okay," he murmured. "Gotta take a leak, though." Dean chuckled. "Me too." "What do we do about it?" he asked cautiously. "Well, we could take care of the problem and then start the game, or we could start right now." Dean shrugged. "Usually when I start this early, I reach my limit around tea time." "And then what?" Seamus asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Well, then I just use the loo." Seamus scrunched up his nose. "But what's the point of doin' it if ye don't...ye know...what happened yesterday?" Dean frowned. "Well, it's not like I could with so many people around. I'd never live it down." "Well," Seamus mused, "what if—" He narrowed his eyes in Neville's direction, having noticed that the boy was watching them curiously. Seamus yanked Dean onto his bed, drew the bed hangings, then put up a Silencing Charm around them. "Okay, so what if we just did it now?" "What do you mean?" Dean asked. "Piss ourselves. Right here, right now." "But I'm not desperate," he said. "So we hold it the rest of the day, Dean," Seamus said patiently. "We piss now, then play the game until we burst. Isn't that kinda the point?" Dean nodded. "Yeah, I see what you mean. I don't really have as much fun playing when I don't get to wet myself at the end." "All right then." Seamus locked eyes with Dean. "So we just...start peein'?" The wicked glint reentered Dean's gaze. "Or..." And then Dean was kissing Seamus like his life depended on it. Seamus, for his part, wrapped his arms around Dean's neck then laid back down, pulling the other boy on top of him. "Shay," Dean whispered against his lips. "I'm gonna—" Seamus silenced his best friend by shoving his tongue into the other boy's mouth. A shudder rocked his entire body when he felt Dean's warm pee spreading across his thighs. He tightened his grip around Dean's neck, then slowly released his own stream of urine. Seamus's morning piss seemed to take forever to expend itself, but he was more than happy to continue kissing Dean like this. When the scant amount of air between their bodies finally began to cool his privates, Seamus broke away from the kiss and grabbed his wand from under his pillow. He moved to cast a Cleaning Charm over both of them—and his pee-soaked mattress—but before he could, Dean snatched the wand, grinning. "I think I'll cast this one," he said with a chuckle. "What?" Seamus demanded. "My bed, my wand, my spell!" Dean laughed. "I'd rather not follow up this rather great morning with a trip to the Hospital Wing for third-degree burns." Seamus scowled at him, but Dean just shook his head and cast the spell. Within moments, everything was clean and dry. "Now remember," Dean admonished, "no bathroom breaks from here on out." And then he yanked open the bed hangings and moved to get dressed for the day. OoOoO At breakfast, Dean had Seamus drink three full goblets of pumpkin juice. Seamus didn't think anything of it; he was used to drinking pumpkin juice as if it were going out of production. Dean himself drank five full goblets of the ice-cold beverage. Seamus wondered if it was because Dean had better endurance or if it was because he wanted to become desperate faster. The rest of the morning passed rather quickly, and Seamus didn't feel much different from normal. At lunch, he felt the first small twinge from his bladder. Normally, he would've excused himself to use the loo, as was habit. Instead he refilled his goblet of water. "Dean," he whispered, leaning closer to his best friend. "Startin' to feel like I need to go." "Same," Dean murmured back. "Drink more water. Four goblets if you can handle it." Seamus nodded and downed his drink, then refilled it again. Dean did the same; in fact, he once again drank five goblets of his chosen beverage. This time, Seamus matched him drop for drop. He was determined not to be outdone by his best friend. And to even things up, he drank an extra two goblets so that he would have an identical amount of liquid filling up his bladder. Dean raised an eyebrow at him when Seamus refilled his glass the sixth time, but Seamus just shrugged it off. By the end of their half-hour lunch break, though, Seamus was really starting to feel the effects of drinking so much. When he stood up from the table to head to class, he had to bounce a little bit on the spot until his muscles readjusted. "You okay there, Shay?" Dean asked with a sly grin. "Of course I am," Seamus replied smoothly. "Ye doin' okay yerself, Dean?" Dean nodded. "Then let's go to class." With that, Seamus marched out of the Great Hall and led the way to the North Tower for Divination. Seamus was grateful in so many ways that Divination was their next class. He would be able to fidget and squirm all he wanted without drawing any undue attention from their professor. That, and they got to sit on the puffiest cushions known to wizardkind, which would be a welcome respite to his sore bladder. Sitting on hard wooden benches and chairs would only serve to remind him of his filling bladder. Climbing the endless staircases and ascending the rope ladder to the classroom were both harder tasks than Seamus had anticipated. When they finally were able to sit down, Seamus chose a small table in the very back of the classroom. He just knew he wouldn't make it to the end of class with the way his bladder was pulsing. He sat gingerly on the cushion. He closely watched as Dean sat down, trying to gauge the other boy's level of desperation. How did he stay so calm? He didn't show any outward signs of needing to pee whatsoever! "Dean," Seamus hissed, "don't ye have to piss?" "Of course I do, Shay. I just hide it better than you," Dean whispered back. "How do ye do that?" Seamus demanded. "Practice. Now hush, or someone'll hear us." Dean turned to retrieve his textbook. "Dean," Seamus whispered urgently. "I'm not gonna make it to the end of class." Dean turned back to face him. "It's really that bad?" he asked, looking concerned. Seamus nodded vigorously. "Maybe ye have more practice or somethin', but I'm dyin' over here." "Honestly, Shay, I'm rather desperate myself. If you lose it during class, then I'll do the same, okay?" "O-okay," Seamus agreed somewhat reluctantly. "Just nudge me or something if it happens," Dean said, just as Professor Trelawney started class. Seamus couldn't focus on the lesson, if it could even be called that. He was continuously jiggling his left leg, trying to keep himself from peeing all over. He began to consider just letting go anyway. As the thought worked its way through his overtaxed mind, a spurt of hot pee worked its way into his briefs. He fought back a gasp. He was losing the battle, and he knew it. He figured he'd just give in, but he didn't want to do it alone. So he pulled out a scrap of parchment. I'm just gonna let go, he scribbled. I can't hold on anymore. He slid the note over so Dean could see it. You sure you can't wait any longer? Dean wrote back. No. I'm already leakin' over here. I gotta piss so bad. Okay. We'll let go together, and I'll use that spell to clean us up after. Thank you, Dean. On three, then. Seamus lost another burst of pee when Dean grabbed his hand under the table. He squeezed it once. Twice. On the third squeeze, Seamus finally stopped fighting his bladder. He relaxed, and pee shot out of his trousers and began to pool in his lap. He looked over at Dean to see that his best friend had moved to sit cross-legged. His legs were slightly spread apart so that his own stream of pee was being soaked up by the cushion he sat upon. Seamus copied him. The hissing sound of them both wetting their pants sounded like thunder in his ears, and for a moment he was worried everyone would hear. But nobody noticed the pair in the back of the room. Seamus relaxed, and his stream of urine flowed harder than ever. What if the cushion couldn't hold everything he was letting go? He looked up to see that Dean was staring at his soaked crotch. Seamus returned his own gaze to Dean's lap, which had its own rapidly spreading wet stain. And then the two boys locked eyes with each other. "This is so hot," Dean whispered, nearly inaudible. Seamus hummed indecisively as his pee finally slowed to a trickle and then stopped. He nearly sighed in relief once his bladder was empty and hollow-feeling once more. "Ye done?" he murmured to Dean. Dean nodded as he pulled out his wand. He waved it and whispered the spell so quietly that his lips barely moved. Seamus felt a tingling sensation wash over his lower half as he was instantly cleaned and dried. All he could think in that moment was to thank Godric for magic.
This following story took place around a year ago, at the annual knighting ceremony of the kingdom. The Saint was there, replacing the Pope as the one who gave blessing to the newly recruited knights. Many recruits were happy of this change, seeing how they really wished to see the Saint herself up close. The ceremony was performed on the open ground, due to the amount of recruits the kingdom received this year. Helen was standing in the middle, wearing a sleeveless one-piece white dress with a circlet on her head and a pair of white slippers on her feet. She also wore a blue cloak that fluttered behind her  . The Pope, wearing his usual ceremonial white priest outfit, and the knight commander, wearing her armor that covered her lower half nicely yet leaving her cleavage visible, stood beside her, a little to the back. One by one, the new recruits kneeled in front of her, looking upwards at her as she kissed them on their forehead. "May the Creator be with you," Helen said afterwards. The recruits were supposed to stay silent on the whole process, but some of them couldn't resist the opportunity of conversing with the Holy Saint herself. Most of them said something like "Oh, milady! I promise, I shall serve you with my whole body and soul! I would die at your command!" . But, there was one youth who grabbed her arms before saying "Remember me, Milady? Milady visited my village when you were just a girl! And you cured my mother's blindness! Ever since then, I dreamed of this day where I could repay my debt to you!" with an intensely heated eyes. "What is the meaning of this? Recruit, release her at once!" the knight commander ordered as she drew her sword. "I will train hard and I will rise up in the ranks and one day I'll be--" "Recruit!" Alicia's voice boomed. The youth reluctantly released his grip before returning back to the others. The knight commander approached Helen, and she said while kneeling to her, "Do not worry, milady. I will make sure that the boy would be expelled immediately after--" "That is not necessary, Alicia" Helen replied with a warm smile. "He was merely expressing his love for me." "B-but, milady, he dared to touch you without--" "It's fine. I am merely an emissary of the Creator God. I am not a god. I am human, just like you." Noticing Helen's gentle yet stern expression, Alicia relented. Every time she met her, she didn't feel like a 16-year old girl at all. She could overwhelm her, a 30-year old veteran knight. As expected from the Saint, Alicia thought to herself. The ceremony continued on for the next hour, which there were a couple more talkative recruits, though nothing as brave as the youth. But now, the Saint's mind was starting to be diverted to another matter. The fact that she needed to pee. Since the ceremony took place on an open ground, Mary made sure that she drank a lot of water beforehand so she would have the strength to stand for that long, and not just faint from dehydration. But Mary was quite overreacting since the weather was forecast, making the water she drank all fill her bladder instead of coming out as sweat. She inferred from the remaining recruits that she still had another hour to go. She believed she could still make it just fine however, so it didn't bother her that much other than the occasional crossing of her legs and the tapping of her feet. But she was not the only person who was desperate in that ceremony. Alicia's stomach had been rumbling ever since the ceremony started. She was totally fine just a half hour ago, yet when the ceremony started, she was clenching her anus tight in order to not make a mess of herself. And now, two hours had passed. As a warrior, she was trained to hold her need until she could have a safe opportunity to go. Yet her stomach kept churning and rumbling, pumping more waste to be expelled. To her embarrassment, she had farted a few times during the ceremony. Lucky for her neither the Saint nor the pope smelled the stench., thanks to the wind blowing away from them. The fart when she kneeled in front of the Saint was the worst though. it was pretty wet and she was sure she had crapped in her panties a little. But she kept her stoic and professional knightly expression, even when she was farting. Thirty more minutes. Now, Helen was feeling quite seriously uncomfortable. When she leaned down to kiss the recruits, she would keep her tights pressed together. And her movements started to become more stiff and restrained. Alicia on the other hand, was sweating bullets. It took all her effort to keep her poop inside of her. She kept repeating to herself that she could hold it, that 30 more minutes were nothing and she could reach the chamberpot before she utterly lost it. And amazingly, she still kept her composure during this state. Fifteen more minutes. "May the Creator be with---ooh" Helen could feel her face reddening as she just spurted in her panties. Her little freeze made the recruit look at her with a confused look. "--be with you." she continued. "I-I apologize. I am getting quite fatigued." "O-oh no, please don't apologize!" the female knight replied. "It must be tiring for Milady to stand here for such a long period of time. Really, what was the Pope thinking, telling Milady to do this?" Helen smiled hearing her concern. "It's fine. It's not his fault for I asked him to. I wish to know you all better. It is the least I could do to return your loyal servitude." "Y-youre too kind, milady!" she said, teary eyed. Behind her, Alicia was faring worse. She could tell that if she moved a muscle, she would lose control and she would mess all over her panties, right in front of everyone. If any of it actually leaked through her armor, her reputation would be finished. And then, a fly landed on her nose, making her sneeze. "A-ah, it's coming out..." she mumbled as she looked down, pursing her lips, with her face beet red. Her muscles automatically expelled all the mess she had been holding, first to her panties, then to her pants, and finally to her armor. The mush enveloped her entire butt, and she could smell the horrible stench starting to appear. "And with that, I conclude the ceremony of knighthood. You are all dismissed," the Pope announced. The recruits did as he told, going back to their barracks. "Saint Helen, are you all right, my dear? Your face looks quite pale," he said when he approached her. "Y-yes, Frederick, I-I'm fine. I-I just wish to rest." Helen said. "Of course. you must be tired for standing all those three hours. I've told you it would be hard but you wouldn't listen, my girl." "I-it is worth it, Frederick. I met many good soldiers today. This kingdom is in safe hands," Helen said, with a stiff smile. "Go on ahead then. I still need to talk with Alicia." Helen nodded as she slowly walked away from the field, with her hands on her lap. Her room was thankfully quite close. But it was situated on the third floor, so she would have to climb two set of stairs to reach her relief. Oh God, please help me, she thought to herself with a pursed lips. She put her right foot gingerly on the step. She lifted her body, her bladder threatening to let her urine loose. Every step was like torture to her. She was never this close to wetting herself before. But, she made it to her room with just a couple more leaks that only left a few unnoticeable drops on the stairs. The moment she arrived, she ran towards the chamberpot, throwing her slippers and pulling down her panties. "Oh, thank you, thank you my Lord," she muttered as she relieved herself above the pot. That was really close. A minute more, and she might just have exploded right in front of her room. Alicia slowly and subtly put a distance between her and the Saint and Pope after she messed herself. She intended to just walk off casually right when the ceremony was over. However, the old man Frederick called upon her, making her have to approach him. "The minister wishes to see you after--- my Lord, what is that smell?" Alicia's heart skipped a beat. "W-what smell, milord?" she asked, playing it cool. "That smell, it smells like something terribly rotten," "I-I do not know, milord. I don't smell anything. A-anyhow, if milord has no more business with me, then I shall take my leave." Alicia bowed to him, making her mess shift a little inside her armor. And then, she walked back to her room like nothing ever happened. Her armor had succeeded in containing all of her waste. (Just a little idea of mine, written to waste time. Feel free to write your own one shots here, Blooper.)
"Miss Alicia, I wish to test my mettle in combat with you," so said Helen one day. Of course, it came as quite a surprise to the knight-commander, as all this time she had only been training in dodging the attacks of her paladins. Sure, with her miracle, she was able to dance around them as they swung their sword at her futilely, but she never really went on the offensive. So she asked again to clarify what she meant. "Yes, it is a duel. I will attack," Helen replied, still with a smile on her face. "B-but milady, you haven't had any real combat training before. Y-you can't possibly--" "It's alright, Alicia," interrupted Helen. "Seeing how my departure date was coming soon, I believe the Creator has granted me more powers he believes are necessary for my upcoming journey. I have faith that I would be able to at least contest you." Alicia's nose wrinkled. The Creator again, huh? Her ability to outmaneuver her most elite paladins was because of him too. Wish he would pay attention to his knights too. "Very well then. We shall spar tomorrow noon after I finish my duties." "God damn it, I'm late," Alicia said as she hurried on into the courtyard where their battle would be held. She had been busy with all the administrative papers she had to do, forgetting that the time for the fight was now. And to make matters worse, she also needed to pee real bad, with her having no breaks since morning and all the drinks she had while she was working. But there was no time for her to relieve herself, as she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of the saint by being late. When she arrived however, the saint was nowhere to be found. Alicia groaned in annoyance as she rushed here for nothing. She walked around, swinging her hips here and there, fidgeting impatiently for her to arrive. She thought this would be her chance to go to a chamberpot, but she remembered how in the part of this castle, the nearest chamberpot would be around fifteen minutes of walk. If she went now, she might miss the saint coming here and she would be branded late. She really hoped she would hurry so she could finish it as fast as she could and go relieve herself. After thirty minutes of waiting, a time she could have used to go to the chamberpot, she noted with annoyance, Helen finally arrived. She was wearing a white sleeveless long dress that tightly hugged her slender waist before spreading out at the bottom. She was also wearing a pair of bracelets on her hands and a choker, both golden.  "Ah, you're already here, Miss Alicia. I apologize for my tardiness. I had to take care of some... personal need first before I could come here," she said with a little blush on her face. Alicia noticed her little pause and her blush. Could it be that she had to go to the chamberpot too? And she actually got to go but not her because she foolishly stood here waiting for her? She had a mind to tell her that she needed to go to the chamberpot first before they begun, but she didn't want to appear weak in front of her. What kind of a knight-general ask for a potty break? That, and she figured she would be able to end the battle quickly before she went past her bursting point. "Shall we begin then?" Helen asked. "O-of course," Alicia answered, her thoughts back to the upcoming battle. She told the saint to take a distance, around 30 feet or so. She then drew her sword, taking her stance. Alicia didn't wear full armor for this exercise. She only wore her white shirt and her light brown trousers. "You're not wearing your armor, Alicia?" Helen asked. "I'm going all out, you know," "It's being cleaned right now. And I'm confident that I can take milady on without them," Alicia answered. Even though she was the saint, Alicia still had her knightly pride. She didn't intend to lose to someone who had not trained as hard as she was. "Very well then," Helen replied. "So, what should be the signal?" Alicia brought out a coin from her breast pocket. "When this hits the ground, we begin." She then flipped the coin to the air. And, a second later, the battle started. Alicia took the offensive, running right at Helen. Helen however, didn't look surprised in the slightest, as if she had anticipated this. The saint understood her personality quite well, she supposed. Her first swing missed, as the saint deftly dodged her blade with merely proning her body a little to the left. She swung again and again and again, and every time Helen dodged all of them perfectly without any wasted movement. This, however, was in her plan. She then suddenly changed her attack to one of thrusting. With the angle her sword came from, there was no way the saint could dodge it the same way she dodged her other blows. However... What the? She blocked it with her bracelet? Indeed she did. Her blade was blocked perfectly by the golden bracelet she wore on her right arm. That bracelet didn't even receive a scratch! And it's an attack by my enhanced holy avenger! It must be some high-level magic item! All these thoughts distracted her from Helen's palm striking her right at her stomach. It hit with such an impact that her body went flying a good five feet before she landed nicely on top of her feet. That was a palm strike! A monk's technique! Is this the new miracle the Creator God had given her? She stood there, awed at the saint's attack. It made her not realize the stream running down her legs, soaking her trousers before pooling down on the dirt. "M-Miss Alicia..." said Helen, surprised at what she saw, "Oh no, I strike you so hard I make you wet yourself." Alicia look downwards. Sure, there it was. The pee flowing from her crotch. "A-a-a-a-a-a.. t-this isn't what it looks like! T-this isn't what it looks like!" Alicia's face went beet red as she closed her legs, trying to stem the flow. But her bladder refused to cooperate, ending with her awkwardly standing there for a good two minutes before her stream finally petered off. "I-it's alright, miss. I won't tell anyone," Helen said, breaking the ice. Even her usual composed self was at loss on what to say here. "A-And here, let me clean that up for you." Helen approached the still stunned Alicia. Then, she waved her right hand over her wet trousers. The moment she did so, they miraculously went dry instantaneously. Not even the smell remained. "It's a little miracle I learned," explained Helen. "The Creator God was nice enough to give basic prestidigitation-like miracles like this. It should prove quite useful in the journey." "And I think I shall call this a draw for now. Please bring your armor next time, Miss," Since that day on, Alicia knew not to underestimate the saint ever again. She took it as a lesson from the Creator to tone down her knightly pride and devote herself more to him.
So, this is the Great and Holy Saint Helen, huh? I will have lots of fun with her - so thought Alice, licking her lips, when she met Helen for the first time up close. Alice was a mage living in the kingdom, though she wasn't really born there. She came here to research the place, to see just how a bunch of people could worship a god that doesn't really give anything to them in return. Indeed, she had quite a low opinion on the populace here, and that extended to the Saint herself. She thought she was just a pretend Saint, that her powers were no match against her, a high-ranking mage. She must be really naive, just strolling in here and requesting for a mage to pair with to exorcise some demons with. Didn't she hear about the stories of her paladins wetting and messing themselves in the presence of them? She will ruin that pretty white dress of hers as well, as she cries like a baby. Alice licked her lips once more. The Saint was just the kind of girl she wanted to see having an accident. She could tell that a brown stain would look great on her butt-hugging dress. Alice herself was wearing a tight leather shirt that defined the shape of her small breasts well, with a really short red skirt that freely showed her red striped panties whenever she moved. She noticed how Helen would blush whenever she caught a glimpse of her underwear, adding to her excitement. What an innocent little Saint, she thought. "So, have you already emptied your bladder and bowels? Don't want the great Saint to have an accident, now would we?" she asked with a mocking voice. "Yes, of course," Helen replied with a smile, "I know how the demons can cause incontinence to females, so I make sure to take care of my business before going here," Tch, she really had relieved herself beforehand, it seemed. No matter. The demons had an effect on filling yourself as well so eventually she would need to go again. "Then, let us depart right away. There have been sightings of a demon tiger on the western forest." Unfortunately for Alice, she had forgotten to relieve herself beforehand. The last time she did was yesterday night. And now, her bowel and bladder were already filled quite a bit. "Now, I'll show you a little spell to track the de--" "The creature is located around three miles to the northwest." "H-hey, it's not nice to interrupt someone like that!" Helen just gave Alice a smile as she took the front, heading towards the demon on herself. Alice was noticeably annoyed by this. She thought she would be the one leading her. But now she looked like she was her sidekick instead! And to make matters worse, she could feel how she needed to pee and poop as well. Curses! She had forgotten to go to the bathroom beforehand! And she couldn't very well ask the Saint for her to have a bathroom break. She could already imagine her smirking haughtily at such an embarrassing display! Thus, the two continued trekking through the trees and bushes. Alice wondered how the Saint could move with such ease wearing a long dress, without getting it stuck in branches and the like. Little did she know, the combination of the dress' shapely design and Helen's own blessing made it quite a comfortable wear even in this kind of place. After walking for a while, Helen suddenly stopped, her right hand signalling for Alice to stop as well. "It's right there, in front of us, a little to the left." she said. Alice channeled her own detection magic, and she indeed found her statement to be true. This was her chance. She would show this uppity girl that she could handle this beast on her own. "Stay back! I'll take care of it myself!" Alice then activated her teleport spell, sending herself right into the beast. She arrived at a clearing, dead, chopped-down trees all around her. And right in front of her was the tiger itself. It was enveloped in a dark, purplish aura, as its red eyes glared at Alice. Alice gulped as she felt terror seeping into her heart. And she could feel her need increasing exponentially. She would need to finish this as quickly as she could. She cast her Thunder spell, sending a burst of electricity towards the demon. However, it easily dodged it, a feat that surprised Alice since it was her fastest spell. The tiger leaped towards her, but she dodged his attack via her quick short-range teleport spell. Next, she tried her nature spell, summoning vines to grab and immobilize the tiger from the ground. At first, it seemed to work but the vines quickly died out, an effect of the demon's dark aura. A spurt suddenly dampened Alice's panties, followed by a fart. She really needed to finish this soon. But before she could try anything, the tiger leaped towards her. She teleported once more but this time it managed to anticipate that and quickly leaped towards where she escaped to. There was no time to dodge once more. So she took the blunt hit of the tiger's claws, sending her crashing into a tree. It wasn't fatal however, since she already cast a forcefield spell on herself beforehand. However, it did an impact on her holding capability, making her wet herself throughout as she pushed logs after logs of her poo into her panties. I-I lost... I-I lost control before the Saint did... I would have no right to tease her now... But speaking of the Saint, Alice saw Helen finally reaching the clearing. And she just stood there, glaring at the tiger as the tiger glared back. They stayed in that position for a good five minutes, before the tiger finally made the first move and leaped at her. And it was the creature's biggest mistake, as the Saint shot out a beam of light from her palm, bisecting it easily like it was nothing. The tiger dissolved into nothingness as its darkness receded. Helen walked towards Alice, her nose wrinkling when she smelled her mess. "So this is why mages need knights to act as a distraction for the demons..." she said as she offered her hand to Alice. "Y-yes, I-I suppose. I have gotten... quite cocky back there..." Alice replied. "Now, let's go back home, shall we?" Helen said with a smile. On the way home, Alice could only think how she had been quite unjust to Helen. She hadn't mocked her at all for her accident. She didn't even make a reference to it. Perhaps she was a genuine Saint after all. On the corner of her eyes, however, Alice noticed her fidgeting and squirming. Her mind immediately went to the fact that she had extended contact with the demon. Her bladder and bowel must have filled from that. And sure enough, a while later, Alice heard a fart coming from the Saint. It was a raunchy, wet-sounding fart too, her favorite kind of fart. "O-oh, apologies," Helen said with a blush, "My stomach suddenly didn't agree with me all of a sudden." Alice blushed as well. Normally, she would have teased her for this. But now, she would just pretend she didn't hear anything, the same way the Saint kept her dignity intact. Their journey home was followed by a couple more farts by the Saint. Alice could tell by Helen's flushed face that she was holding it with her full strength. Her look sent shivers and warmth to her sex. She would give anything to check whether or not she had wet or mess herself a little underneath that pretty dress of hers. And thus, before the two got back to the city, Alice cast a breeze spell that lifted both her skirt and the saint's dress. Alice's panties quickly dampened with her juice when she saw the saint's white panties having a yellow stain on the front and a brown stain on the back. She was clearly losing it. When the wind subsided, Helen farted again. "I-I believe we should hurry. I-I don't think I can hold it much longer," Helen said, her face reddening as she rubbed her stomach. Alice was torn between her lust and her respect for the Saint. She would absolutely love to see Helen wet and mess herself but it would be terrible on the poor girl. In the end, she chose the latter, as she escorted the girl to the guild safely. When they arrived, Alice quickly took her to her room, taking out the chamberpot below her bed. She then waited outside as the Saint relieved herself. She could hear her stream and her wet and nasty farts, making her real horny. As the Saint did her business, she herself played with her clitoris, eventually climaxing when the Saint finished. The Saint then went out with a flushed face, thanking hor for lending her chamberpot right away. She said she would not know whether or not she could hold it if she had to wait for her own room to be prepared first. Alice thanked her back, saying she was grateful that she had saved her and how she didn't tease her for her accident. "Oh, it's fine. I almost didn't make it myself after all," Helen answered. And so from that day on, Alice would often fantasize about Helen having accidents in various situations, and she being there to comfort her. And she refused to empty the chamberpot the Saint used, its smell helping her for her fantasies.
"Ooh, Alice, I can't hold it any longer... it's... it's coming out..." A hissing sound echoed across the hall as a stain began to appear on the Saint's white dress. The stain then spread out, soaking her dress and revealing her now yellowish white panties. The absorbent material of the chair she sat on soon became oversaturated, causing suspicious yellowish clear liquid to pool beneath the chair. Indeed, the great Saint Helen was wetting herself. Right in front of the delegates from other countries nonetheless. And not just that, as you could hear loud wet farts coming from her as well as she went on messing herself. Helen could only look downwards, head hung in shame as she embarrassed herself. Alice, her most trusted mage servant, greedily lapped up her scene as she sat right beside her, getting the front class seat of her accident. Her hands went straight under her skirt, stroking her already wet pussy with all her might. "Ahn, ahn, aahhhhh, it's alright, my dear, just let it all out, just let it all out, I'm letting my juices out myself!" When Alice climaxed, it wasn't her juices only that came out however, as she had been holding her pee all day just for this moment. The orgasm was mindblowing. She didn't care if she soaked her bed completely. "Ooh, Helen... ooh, Helen, you are so cute!" When her moans died down, her mind came back to the real world. Once again, she had climaxed to her fantasy of the Saint having an accident. It wasn't like it was a new thing for her, masturbating to images of girls humiliating themselves. But ever since she met Helen, she was all she could fantasize about. How many scenarios had she imagined? From her peeing herself while giving a speech, her letting out a diarrhea while having a bath with her, her farting shyly while sitting with her in a carriage, so many lewd scenarios had went through her head. And yet, she wasn't satisfied. She wanted more. She wanted the real deal. And thus, she devised her plan. A month later, her plan was finally ready to be executed. Using a scrying spell specifically tailored towards the saint, thanks to the availability of her bodily waste, she now could see her doing her activities inside the castle. The distance wasn't very high though so she had to do it in a cave relatively close to the castle. Another spell she had was the body state mimic spell. This, too, was custom made, only affecting the bladder and bowels of the party involved, resulting in an increase in range. Now, if the spell was to be activated, the Saint's desperation state would be the same as hers. And if she were to lose it, the Saint would lose it too. And the last spell she would use was a summon spell. Once again, this was tailor-made, only capable of bringing forth a certain cloth that women wore underneath their skirts. Indeed, she was after the Saint's panties. Her soiled panties to be exact. Now, sitting nicely on the cave, after placing some traps and the like just in case someone decided to investigate, she sat down and started drinking some diuretics and laxatives, just so she could get the desperation she wanted right away. Linking her mind with her spell, she could see Helen inside some sort of library. First of all, she was glad she was wearing the same outfit she wore when they met, only this time she wore a pair of long black gloves with it, accentuating her exposed armpits. It seemed she was being taught alongside some other students, most likely knights, judging by their outfits. She thought it was odd that she wasn't being taught privately, but she dismissed the thought, thinking how this would be a perfect place for the saint to be desperate. Five minutes in, she could already begin to feel her bladder stirring. She saw how Helen shifted her legs around. Immediately she smiled, knowing her spell was working perfectly. Ten minutes in, her stomach began to rumble like there was a storm inside of it. When she bent over, holding her stomach, she could see Helen sweating profusely as she rubbed her stomach as well. Fifteen minutes in, she could feel a fart coming. Now, she had a dilemma. Should she release it, or should she just wait until Helen released it? The latter option was tempting, seeing how hard Helen was sweating trying to hold it in. However, in the end, she opted for the former. She raised her butt at one side and began releasing a silent but deadly one. The moment she did so, she could see the horrified expression of Helen, making her even more excited. She imagined how the gas passed through that cute buttocks of hers. The knights sitting nearby her quickly picked up on the scent. Helen just sat there, pretending to be reading the textbook in front of her. "H-hey, this smell, somebody just farted!" one of them whispered to the other. "It came from that direction! Somebody there must be the one who did it!" "H-hey, don't look at me like that. The scent came from over there, at the direction of the Saint." The knights began to bicker with themselves. Not a single one of them even thought of accusing Helen of the deed. The Holy Saint farting? The very thought was blasphemous to them. As the smell receded, they returned back to their works. However, the Saint herself was far from able to study in her current state. Her hips and butt were squirming here and there on her seat, with her hands pressed tightly on her tights. Alice could hear how she mumbled prayers to the Creator, so she wouldn't lose control right then and there. Oh, how much she wanted to hug her, to feel her up as she soiled herself in her arms. Alice couldn't hold it anymore. Her hands went straight to her crotch and began rubbing her already damp private spot. The combination of her full bladder and bowels almost made her went straight to climax, but she held on, wanting to savor the moment as long as possible. To her amazement, she could see the Saint suddenly gasping, as if holding her own moan. Could it be that her horniness also affect her? Five more minutes passed, and the classroom started to notice Helen's fidgets and squirms.  "Hmm, what's the matter, dear?" said the teacher, a high priest of the Church, "Are you feeling unwell?" Helen looked upwards with a flushed face, looking like she was about to cry. She then nodded in response to his question, still grinding her butt to her chair. "Well, that's not good, isn't it?" the old man answered kindly. "Please, feel free to excuse yourself. Ah, I know, Cynthia, would you escort--" "N-no need," Helen interrupted. "I-I shall go by myself." Helen slowly rose up from her seat. But only after walking a few steps towards the door, she suddenly bent over, hands buried deep on her crotch. She had leaked. Thankfully, it was just a small spurt, not enough to show on her white dress. But she could definitely feel her panties dampening. Helen soon recovered however, as she gingerly walked towards the door, all the eyes on the room fixed at her. The moment she closed the door behind her, she inadvertently bent over and let out a fart. It was a high-pitched fart, going on for about five seconds. Thankfully, her anal muscles had succeeded in keeping her waste in, only letting out the gas. Oh Lord please, please let me make it into my room. I-I can't lose control here. A-and forgive me for these sudden sinful feelings... Indeed, her desperation somehow was accompanied with horniness. She could feel her privates slickening as she got more and more desperate. Her nipples were now rock hard, and you could see that through her tight white dress, since she didn't wear any bra with the dress, the dress' design not allowing her to do so. The Creator was strangely silent when she asked about the act of self-pleasuring. The Church itself was quite against it, viewing it as a shameful act, but they didn't exactly go on a witch hunt to make sure everyone won't do it. Perhaps the act was only forbidden in public. You were free to do it alone inside your room without anyone knowing. Helen herself had done the deed many times. And to her shame, it happened on the days where she returned in a desperate state, like when after having a long, wine-filled celebratory dinner. After she emptied herself into the chamberpot, she would still feel that tingling feeling in her privates that bothered her so much she would need to take care of it before she slept. And one day, when she felt particularly naughty, she declared she would not pee in the entire day, starting from skipping her morning routine. That ended up nearly disastrous with her spurting and leaking when dinner came. And it ended up making her need to poop as well, so she ended up farting a couple of times on the table. Thank the Lord they weren't the noisy ones. After that shenanigan, she swore never to do it again, even though the orgasm she got when she got back into her room was amazing. Helen slowly walked towards her room. As usual, she had to climb a couple of staircases since her room was quite up there. To her relief, not a single maid went past her as she walked. Alice, of course, was watching all of this. And since she cared for the Saint, she tried her hardest not to leak herself. But it was quite hard to do so, since the laxatives and diuretics she took were designed for a guaranteed accident. She actually increased the standard medical effect to use them as her easy accident tool since she herself enjoyed being in a desperate state. So in her seat, she grinded her ass as her tights move frantically around, her two hands buried inside her skirt, pressing right to her wet crotch. "Don't worry, Helen, I will make sure I hold for as long as I--oooohh!" Alice failed to hold back a long jet of urine. It soaked the couch she was sitting on a bit before she could keep her sphincter back under control. Her momentarily loss of control also made her anus pucker, letting out a lump of her waste into her panties, forming a bump that immediately was smothered by her ass movements. Of course, this also had the same effect to the Saint, as she gasped and bent over, urine soaking her white dress and turning it damp and a little yellow on the front. A low crackling noise could be heard as a lump of poo pushed out from Helen's ass, settling down into her panties. O-oh Lord, I'm messing myself... Helen bit her lip, her face flushed and embarrassed. The smell had begun to enter her nose, and she just hoped that the back of her dress hadn't turned brown. She had to hurry, or else she would not make it. Ten minutes later, and the Saint was only halfway through. Her whole body was trembling at this point, as she tried to keep her sphincter and anus shut. Another fart slip out, this time it felt a little wet as well. It was soon followed by a spurt of hot piss wetting her dress even more, before pattering on the floor. She didn't think she could make it. And so she went inside the nearest empty room she could find. It was the locker room for the female knights to change. When she entered, her nose immediately caught on to the faint smell of pee and poop permeating across the room. She thought nothing of it however, assuming it just came from her own accident. In truth, the room was present for many knights returning from their assignments with their wet pants filled with poop. There was a surprising rate of incontinence among the female knights, from the lowest recruit to the knight commander herself. This was where they stored their evidence before they washed their mess themselves. It was lucky that it was tradition for the knights to wash their own clothes or else the maids would know that they frequently wet and mess themselves like a bunch of little girls. Some of the more naughtier knights would also let out any remaining urine and poop they had before removing their soiled garments. Now, there were currently a pair of soiled leather trousers and black panties being stored in one of the lockers. It actually belonged to the knight commander, as she embarrassingly failed to make it to the potty after doing a long training with the knights. She actually had thoughts of ending their training early but that would look suspicious, so she ended up holding it for a whole day. Luckily, when she obviously fidgeted and squirmed while doing her closing speech, the trainees were also squirming and fidgeting themselves, having no potty break as well. She herself would make it like them if not for the minister suddenly calling her to his office. In the end, she had to store the evidence in the locker room, quickly changing to a pair of fresh panties and trousers, before going to his office. She hadn't wiped of course so a faint scent of urine and poop followed her as she reported to him. Once again, she was lucky that he didn't really pay attention. Helen didn't care about any of this, of course. So she just went straight into a corner before pulling down her soiled panties and squatting on the floor. Oh Lord forgive me... The moment she squatted, her floodgate opened, letting out her torrent of pee. She also let out a series of increasingly raunchy and wet loud farts as she pooped, diarrhea mixed with solid matter.  Helen let out a shameless sigh of relief as she felt her waste leaving her body. The ecstasy made her not care how she was basically ruining the locker room, leaving her mess for the knights to sort out. After a good five minutes of relieving herself, she finally was empty. And now, her guilty mind came back to her. She rose up, putting her soiled white panties back on, and looked down at the mess she had created. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! She felt she wanted to cry. But she held on, as she gingerly stepped over her own waste and left the room.  I-I am sorry. I wish I could be here cleaning this up, but if it was found out that the Saint had an accident... And so she headed back towards her room. When she arrived, she felt her pussy throbbing madly, begging for her attention. It couldn't be helped. She had to take care of it or else she would go mad. Oh God I am truly a vile sinner... Helen thought as she rubbed her fingers over her panty-clad sex. The sensation was immense, and she soon lost herself in her pleasure as she rubbed harder and harder. And when she climaxed, she squirted and farted at the same time, letting out any remaining waste from the two holes out. "Ha...ha...ha..haaaaa" Alice panted. That was the most intense orgasm she ever had in her entire life. She couldn't believe what she just saw. First, her dear Saint just letting go like that in an empty room. Then, she rubbed herself like that. She had expected her to be the innocent sort who didn't even know what masturbation was. She striped down off her tight red striped panties. Then, going to the nearby river, she washed the thing there, cleaning the poop off them. After that, she dried them with magic and then wore them again. They still smelled like they had been peed and pooped upon of course, but that was the way she liked them. Next was the couch. Once again, she used magic to clean it, still leaving the smell of her mess as she sat down on it. The smell was intoxicating, and she actually started to feel horny once more. Looking back to Helen, she saw how she now slept on her bed, with her soiled panties being hidden underneath her bed after she cleaned the poop of them. This was her chance. She used her already prepared summoning spell to call the pair to her. And lo and behold, it actually worked. She wasn't sure it would work at first, seeing how the distance was quite significant, but it worked indeed. The first thing she did was to admire how cute they were. They were white with a blue ribbon on the front. Pure just like the Saint. Then, she stared at the yellow stain on the front and the brown stain on the back. She gingerly smelled them, and the scent immediately made her even hornier than before. "This... this is the scent of my Helen!" she said to herself. She then took off her red striped panties, before wearing the Saint's panties for herself. To her surprise, they fit snugly to her butt. They were as tight as her own panties, and those were custom made so that her sex would be pressed nicely all the time when she wore them. "Aah, to think the pure Saint wore such a lewd, tight panties... Oh Helen, I so very much wish to gobble you up!" she shouted. As you would expect, she began stroking herself through them. She made a mental will to turn off the connection spell to the Saint, thinking the poor girl already had enough for the day. She cummed inside that panties many times that day. In the end, Alice ended up saving Helen since she took away Helen's accident-soaked panties. Helen had already prepared to confess to her maid, Mary, but when she woke up, the panties weren't there. "Oh Lord, thank you, thank you so much, my Lord." She said as she knelt down, immediately sending prayers to the Creator. She thought he was the one who saved her from her upcoming embarrassment. As for the locker room, the knights ended up just cleaning it without pointing any fingers. They just thought the other had a real bad accident, and, since they themselves had accidents, they didn't really want to bring the matter up.
Lightning Always Strikes Twice Victoria was always a bit in awe of her master and her master’s family. Ishtar herself was more lithely built than Victoria, a perfect image of a noblewoman. The lighting that constantly crackled across her skin, the sparks in her eyes, and the way she always floated slightly above the ground rather than walking gave away what her fine jewelry, revealing blue dress, and long white hair, done up in a ponytail, could not. She was the most powerful mage Victoria had ever met. Despite journeying around the different countries, visiting their mage guilds, colleges, and even court mages, she had never met someone that directed more magical power than her master. The woman was like a walking storm, the very air around her distorted with pure magical power. Victoria was more than a bit jealous of her. While the red haired mage’s body was much more powerfully built, she knew she stood no chance against the lightning quick strikes of Ishtar’s dagger. And while she was a powerful mage indeed, lightning running in her very blood, she knew she would never reach the height of power Ishtar held. It was not a good feeling. Her master’s family was nearly as impressive as the woman herself. Helix, her husband, was often known as the Tactical Rock. He was the weight that held Ishtar down, the confident and calm anchor in the storm that was his wife. A master tactician and warrior, he had retired to be a father, after serving as the general to one of the most celebrated warlords in the realm. His power lay more in his ability to command and inspire than his considerable combat prowess. His words carried their own magic, causing arrows and spells to strike true and warriors to fight through pain they never should have survived. Their daughter, Mistral, was a child of the winds, just as Ishtar and Victoria were of lightning and Helix was of the earth. All four women had the very essence of an element running through their blood, enhancing their affinity for its magic and extending their lifespan. Mistral looked only 16, but was in reality much older. Her long white hair was done up in a manner similar to her mothers, and she wore tight, black leather armor. She was always in motion, spiraling around in the sky or restlessly circling her mother’s head. The air around her was always alive, the wind never slowing while she was in the area. The trio was well practiced working together in battle, and Mistral used her magical powers to create areas of tearing wind for her mother to toss foes into, along with dragging enemies around and drawing their attacks towards her at all times thanks to the powerful winds constantly spirally inwards on her in combat. Despite Victoria’s jealousy, she always found the trio pleasant to deal with. Ishtar was nominally in charge, and the other two listened with little complaint. When Helix spoke with authority, however, even Ishtar listened. Victoria could feel the magical weight of his words, but she doubted that was enough to make the fierce woman obey. There was little fighting, as they always listened as appropriate and Victoria did not dare to disobey either of the parents. All too often they made her feel like a little girl, and she hated it. The team of four had been hunting demons across the continent for months. But they were still spreading more and more, and few others seemed aware of the threat. Soon, Ishtar and her family would be forced to retreat to their home country and stave off demon attacks there. They could no longer afford to fly around the country, looking for the biggest concentrations of demons. The countries armies were faltering under demonic assault, and they would need Helix’s prowess and Ishtar’s lightning to defend it soon. So Victoria had been instructed to take her leave when they did return. There was talk of the Creator finally dispensing magic to his followers to deal with the demons. A powerful priestess of his, known as the Saint was getting ready to join their cause against demons, and Victoria was to aide her with taking up where they left off. But before they disbanded, they had one more location to take care of. Gehenna, the capital of one of the largest countries on the continent, was said to be overrun with demons. So they flew, traversing the distance in half the time a bird or dragon might, the winds carrying them swiftly. When they arrived, the saw a horrific sight. The capital city itself was overrun with demons. Hundreds of the animalistic creatures could be spotted in the streets below, and a veritable army of enslaved guards joined them, all sporting thoroughly soiled armor. Already a barrage of arrows rose up from the walls to meet the new arrivals, but the powerful barrier of wind around Mistral discouraged any from reaching them, even the ballista rounds unable to penetrate the barrier. What did reach them, however, was a powerful demonic aura. All three women felt the sudden pressure to relieve themselves, despite having done so before arriving at the city. This was one thing Victoria was better at, at least. The redheaded mage was able to stay calm and composed despite the now pressing need to relieve herself. Mistral, on the other hand, already pressed a hand in her crotch. “Mom, this is so much worse than usual…I don’t know if I can hold it…” “Just hold it. You’ll be fine.” Ishtar replied curtly. She was clearly struggling herself, her legs trembling even if she refused to hold herself. She looked nervously over at Helix, who smiled and placed his hand comfortingly on her shoulder. “I will protect you.” he said calmly. Ishtar nodded, looking a bit more reassured. Victoria had to agree with Mistral, this was much worse than usual. Whatever was down there was a very powerful demon indeed. The need was significantly worse than usual at this range, perhaps there were multiple? The need to wonder was quickly removed, however, as a pair of figures rose to meet the hovering family. One was dressed in full, ornate pitch black plate armor. They stood twice the size of a normal human, carrying a tower shield of similar pure black metal in one hand and easily hefting a greatsword of the same metal in the other. The weapon itself was inscribed with a variety of deadly looking runes, glowing a menacing red. Nothing much was visible of the demon knight’s features, save for glowing red eyes peering out of the great helm and long red hair flowing out the back of the helmet. The knight’s helm carried a glowing white demonic rune on it, which Helix later revealed to Victoria meant obey. Another powerful demoness under the first one control for some reason, he had theorized. The second figure was a bit more normal sized, a horned woman with lengthy blue hair and a pair of nasty looking swords in her hands. She was dressed in a very skimpy outfit, with a tight black leather top that exposed most of her breasts and her midriff. Below she wore only a pair of tight black panties and leggings connected to the panties. “What do we have here?” The blue haired. “A group of little girls come to disturb my conquest? Lilith herself declared I could have this country, you know. Now, be good little girls and soil yourselves, why don’t you? I could use a few more pawns.” The woman stood with utmost confidence, her swords lazily held at her sides. She clearly didn’t believe they could be a real threat, even if she had heard of their previous exploits. With both humanoid demonesses near them, however, the need to go had gotten even worse, and Victoria felt herself barely keeping her façade of control up. A spurt had already dampened her wrappings, and it was soon to be much more. Looking over at the others, she could see Mistral with both hands jammed in her crotch, an obvious wet patch having formed on her pants. Ishtar was clutching her own bottom, trembling as she tried to keep her composure. The woman farted loudly, her cheeks tinging with a blush, and a slight crackle was enough to let Victoria known the strongest mage on the continent had just shit herself a little bit. This was not a good start. Looking down, the hundreds of demons and controlled humans were swarming towards them, spread out to protect from area attacks but all looking up hungrily. She felt herself come under control again, however, as Helix’s calm voice spoke up. “All three of you, keep yourselves together. They are powerful, and we will all need to give our best. Ishtar seemed to regain control at his words as well, drawing forth an exquisitely crafted dagger of some silvery substance, the word “Reckoner” inscribed on the blade. Mistral drew forth a brilliant staff, the item glowing with pure magical power. Helix drew forth a mighty spear, hefting it easily. As his spear came forth, a wave of power washed over the other three women. Seeing their increase in confidence, the blue haired demoness frowned and lunged forward, directly at Helix, since he seemed to be the source of their resolve. He simply stood there calmly, and set his spear firmly in the ground, nodding at the others to go. They instantly leaped into action, the demonesses taken by surprise by the sheer speed at which the three women moved. Ishtar dived down below, lightning flaring up around her in an impressive aura of power. Mistral was gone in a flash of winds, circling the area. Her powerful winds tugged hard on the blue demoness, and as the demon general’s twin blades swept towards Helix the winds stopped them just short. She struggled, desperately attempting to hit him, but the winds held her firm, and Helix simply stared back at her calmly. Victoria shot straight for the armored demoness, her thunderlance extending from her hand and reaching out to pierce the woman. The massive shield came up to block, as expected, and Victoria channeled lightning through the metal into the demoness taking cover behind it. As the lightning crackled over the shield, however, the mighty bastion seemed to devour the magic, and none of it made its way through to the shield’s owner. Victoria grimaced. This would be harder than she had expected. Helix drew his spear back up out of the imagined ground as the winds fully won out on the demoness and she flew backwards, tumbling through the air towards Mistral, a stream of curses spewing forth from her mouth. “Damn mages and their damn magic! Cowards!” Helix floated down gently beside his wife, who was simply gathering energy in the second she waited on him. A thin yellow stream was beginning to make its way down her leg, not at all hidden by her skimpy dress, and he placed his hand around her shoulders, whispering something in her ear. She blushed, but nodded. Suddenly, Helix let forth a primal battle cry, its sound echoing across the entire city. The very buildings shook, and the aura around Ishtar doubled, then tripled, then quintupled in power. The very air around her was disenegratd in pure magical power, the furious manifestation of the storm taking over. Helix seemed unaffected, simply holding his wife close. The demon general, Malficia, paled at the sight. These women should be cowering in fear, helplessly soiling themselves! Instead that damnable man was keeping them completely confident and fighting back. And even worse, that woman’s power… The demoness gasped in surprise, and she leaked a powerful spurt into her panties as Helix roared, wetness blossoming on her panties. She wasn’t even hurt and she was wetting herself! She hadn’t experienced this before, this feeling of fear making her lose control. She hated it, desperately wished she had never learned of it. How did humans deal with the shame of this? When the power around Ishtar suddenly rose, she nearly lost control of everything on the spot. Tumbling through the air, she felt her bowels fearfully push a log, then another into her exposed panties. This can’t be happening, she couldn’t be shitting herself at the mere sight of this! Desperately, she clamped down and regained control, steadying her tumbling flight and diving back towards the husband and wife. The wind seemed to drag her away each time she got close, however, and she cursed, looking around for that damned girl controlling the winds. Ishtar gathered the massive power around her, safe and focused in Helix’s comforting hold. Suddenly, the power all coalesced and released at once, a single devastating bolt of more magical energy than Victoria thought she could even muster with all her reserves slamming downwards towards the crowd of demons. They scattered, denying the bolt an area of impact to hit too many of them, but that was not Ishtar’s intention. The bolt grew smaller as it descended, and slammed into a single demon, the powerful creature reduced to dust in an instant. The bolt jumped, slamming into the next demon with equal force, and then continued, always finding its mark at Helix’s direction. In an instant, hundreds of demon’s died. Sheer proximity to the bolt knocked unconscious the controlled humans, most of them helplessly recoiling themselves as they were overwhelmed with sheer power. Victoria dueled with the massive demoness, her lance meeting the massive greatsword again and again. Suddenly, the giant of a woman pushed forward, slamming her shield into Victoria with a mighty impact. Victoria tumbled backwards through the air, crying out in pain. Her bladder had no chance of withstanding the impact, and she helplessly began to release her massive capacity into her wrappings, pee spraying out of her wildly into the air as she tumbled, some soaking the rest of her clothes. The armored demoness followed, and Victoria roared with fury, unleashing an enormous bolt of lightning into the charging woman. The demoness staggered, finally making a sound as she cried out in pain, and yellow liquid streamed from her armor falling downwards in a brilliant cascade of liquid. Victoria growled in satisfaction, but she had put most of what she had into that bolt while the woman was exposed and moving. The massive blade slammed down towards her now, and she desperately raised her hands, summoning a net of lightning to try and catch it. The blade hit the net and their power screeched as it clashed. Victoria felt herself losing the battle, and her stomach fearfully evacuated itself at impending death. Her wraps immediately bulged as she pushed wave after wave of soft mush into them, helplessly soiling herself as she struggled against the huge woman. Suddenly, wind lashed out, and the giant woman was pulled away by the powerful magic of Mistral. Victoria let out a sigh of relief, grimacing as she righted herself, clothes thoroughly soaked as she felt her stream start to die down. She was still messing herself, unfortunately. The huge woman turned to confront Mistral, but suddenly all four of the fighting women turned to watch in awe as the gathering power around Ishtar exploded into an attack. As they paused, Victoria could see Mistral double over out of the corner of her eye, the wet patch on her pants rapidly expanding as she could no longer hold it. The huge armored demoness watched in what Victoria could only imagine was awe and fear as Ishtar absolutely decimated the demonic forces. A few farts came from the huge redhead, then a powerful crackling sound. Victoria knew she was messing her armor at the sight of devastation before her. The large woman took a look back at the blue haired demoness, who was currently in the process of losing another long spurt of pee at the sight, and decided she had seen enough. The giant of a woman soared away at a surprisingly fast speed, and neither Mistral nor Victoria bothered trying to stop her. Instead, they moved towards the blue haired demoness. “There you are!” Malficia growled when Mistral approached. “You and your damn winds…” she spared a moment for a baleful glare towards the fleeing demoness. She would pay for this later. Charging towards Mistral, she felt much more at ease with the winds pulling her forward, not away. Mistral cried out in fear, raising her staff and expertly blocking the blows despite her fearful reaction. The demon general struck with immense power, however, and she staggered back with each hit. The windborn girl felt the intensity of the demoness’s aura as well, and her weaker control was no match. Groaning, she helplessly released a messy wave of diarrhea into her tight pants, a series of loud and wet farts announcing her accident to the others. The poor girl continued to messily soil herself, and Malficia reached out mentally with a grin at the two completely soiled women in front of her. Control of those two would sure give her the advantage in this fight… Her rage only intensified as she was met with firm resistance. Both women’s will was strong, and she knew it would take minutes to fully dominate either one of them. To make matters worse, that damnable man’s power was here, and it was protecting them. There was no way she would get control of any of them until he was gone. Her hopes dashed, she let out a growl of annoyance and turned back towards the other pair while Mistral was distracted with her accident. She was greeted with a shout of “Now!” Helix’s command was right on time, and as Malficia turned she saw Ishtar shooting straight for her, crackling with electricity and holding her dagger in front of her. The demoness growled and struck out with both weapons, but Helix’s voice called out again “Up!”. Ishtar moved at his command faster than humanly possible, faster than she had moved before, his words granting incredible speed. Her swords swung only at empty air, and Ishtar’s dagger tore into her chest, cutting a long wound across it. Malficia looked down, dumbfounded. She put a hand to the wound and brought it up, staring at the blood in a daze. She was actually wounded. This was pain she was feeling! Demons weren’t supposed to take injury, it was simply converted into loss of control. But this dagger…Panic flooded the demoness, along with desperation as she continued to bleed. She never had a chance at controlling herself, fear acting on her desperation and forcefully emptying her bladder and bowels. Into her panties, quickly flooding over them. She was Malficia, one of the most powerful demons in existence, and she was soiling herself in fear! How could this happen?! She had to escape! But she was dying. “Lilith, please, I beg of you, help me!” she prayed. At first, there was no answer, and she despaired. But then, her master answered. “A month. And I will not save one of you again.” Came the unamused answer. A month!? She wanted to cry. But at least she would live. She could come back, reclaim her territory. As her form started to fade she felt the comforting warmth of her master’s power call her back to their domain, and a white, puffy garment formed around her panties. She was going to be in this thing for a month, with human control! Lilith really knew the worst punishments. Malficia could already feel herself starting to push soft mush into the despicable garment as she faded away completely. Victoria and Mistral staggered towards the adults, exhausted. “We did it!” Mistral exclaimed. The pair smiled. Ishtar, on the other hand, didn’t seem as happy. Doubling over in the air, she groaned one hand in her crotch the other holding her bottom. “Helix!” she commanded, and he obediently floated over, scooping her up and letting her rest in his arms. The woman held herself against him, struggling to control herself. “Let’s go. We’re done here. Great job, eceryone.” She managed, her voice still authorative even if it shook a bit with desperation. She didn’t manage to hold it the whole way home, of course. Along the way she farted relatively often, though the smell was unnoticeable thanks to the wind. Eventually, her bladder failed, and she completely soaked her shapely legs and dress, a bit splattering onto Helix as he carried her. He made no word of complaint, and still made no mention of it when her bowels followed suit, the back of her dress bulging outwards with soft mush, even wetter liquid escaping and staining her legs and boots, once against some making it to Helix. The four had relatively normal conversation on the way back, talking of further goal and instructing Victoria on what they knew of her next destination. There was no mention of the accidents, even when they arrived home, and they split up, going to clean up. It was painful for Victoria to remember the night and the next day, filled with sadness and goodbyes. Hopefully, they could eliminate the demon threat and she could return to her master. She already missed them. And when she had an accident, at least she could take comfort that even the most powerful mage couldn’t avoid it. She thought with the information she had just gained about Helen, the Saint might be verrry interested in some of her stories. Ishtar was an attractive and powerful woman, and she wondered how much that might matter to Helen’s fantasies.
Traveling in the Lanes Between was boring. Since all the worlds moved on their own time axes, the intermediate space felt like the seconds were passing in a warped, weird fashion. Aqua knew she'd die if she didn't have her armor here, but all the specifics were unknown. It was just a void that the Keyblade guided her through. Okay, there was one obvious sign that time was passing; Aqua was really starting to need to use the bathroom. With all the Unversed crawling around each of the worlds she'd visited so far, there was no chance for that kind of break. Not that she'd use their restrooms anyway, not unless it was a real emergency, she'd feel awkward about it with the whole rule about meddling and whatnot. So what was she going to do? Well, she was an adult, and a new Keyblade Master at that, a position that entailed being moral, smart, and most of all, strong. She was strong, she would last a little while longer. Ideally, that'd be enough time to find Ven again (though she had just seen him in Maleficent's castle, so maybe she wouldn't be so lucky), and convince him to come home with her (again, pretty unlikely). Back at the academy, she'd have no problem relieving herself. If that didn't happen...she'd have to improvise, wherever she was. Or maybe her fortune was turning up, because another traveler of the Lanes Between curved in front of her, equipped with armor similar to her own and their own Keyblade vehicle. Aqua found herself getting excited at the prospect of finding her friend so quickly. Well, she was half-right, as she sped up and approached the other, she could now see the details of the armor and Keyblade. It wasn't Ven, but their third friend, Terra. Sure, she was looking for him too, but he wouldn't do anything for her personal problem. "Where's he going?" Aqua had no idea which world Terra was on his way to, or why he was even going in this direction of space. She could just leave him to his own devices, he had only just missed earning his own Mark of Mastery and proven himself just as capable, and focus on herself for now. But Master Eraqus had given her orders to keep an eye on Terra, and after what Maleficent had said about his darkness, Aqua wasn't taking any chances. If anything, it might be best to reign him in too, so she began following him at a fair distance, until their landing. --------------- Aqua stepped through the portal of light her Keyblade opened, into their destination world. The town square she seemed to have found herself in was empty, so she must have just missed Terra. Next things she noticed was, this place was pretty. Blue skies, clean streets, flowers, and...lots of little waterfalls. "Oh, why that," she moaned, shuffling just a little in place. Running water was doing her bladder no favors. No, wait, she wasn't alone. The old duck in the blue jacket and top hat hadn't seen her yet, but she still froze and stood up straight to hide any discomfort. "Come on Aqua, you're better than this," she reprimanded. "You can manage for a little longer, can't you?" The mere fact that she was starting to falter was embarrassing, when she had no one to blame but herself for getting this bad. The one thing she knew was, she needed to work as fast as possible. Standing around here was doing her no good, especially not with the flowing fixtures giving her "suggestions". So, if she had just missed Terra, maybe someone else saw him. And she figured, this duck was the only immediate lead, chasing him down. "Excuse me! Sorry to bother you, but have you seen someone else? Someone not from around here?" The bird turned to face her, giving Aqua the chance to see he was soft and kindly. "Aye, I'll help a kind lass any way I can," he offered in a thick accent. "Actually, I think I know just who you're talking about." He pointed at the largest building in sight, behind a sturdy gate and up on the hill. "You'd probably best look around the castle." The blue-haired Master looked over the citadel and cringed. Castle grounds always have a lot of empty space, so it'd take forever to search. And a big landmark like that would gather so many Unversed. And there were always patrols and no place to hide...you know, just in case she had to do something she wasn't proud of. Still, if that's where Terra was, she'd have to check it out. "Thank you for your help," she shouted as she ran off...for a couple seconds, until she realized physically exerting movement was most definitely something to be avoided. She resorted to a brisk walk instead. Was this the worst she could be? Not especially, she didn't need to do anything more revealing than a little leg movement, but that was the ironic paradigm. She was tough enough to hold for quite a while, but she also needed to exert herself a lot more because of her ability. It canceled the benefit out, made it worse if anything, that increase in pee needing to stay in during a fight. And considering how there were always Unversed jumping out to battle, it was safe to say she was already approaching her limit. At least it was quiet now. A couple of the guards were wandering around, a few people that looked like scientists, but things were good. Well, on the monster side. Aqua climbed the many stairs leading up to the stronghold, already an exhausting task, in the hopes of a few different outcomes. Maybe she'd find her friend and give her an excuse to return home. Maybe she'd get a lead on the source of the Unversed, her actual mission. Or maybe she'd find an entrance that would let her in to use the bathroom. Hey, she could dream. What she wasn't expecting to find was another girl, a really young one with red hair picking flowers. "I guess these grounds really are open to everyone," Aqua mused. Admittedly, this whole world seemed safe, but she still felt very worried about this kid being on her own, that it was now her duty to care for her. She got down to the lower eye level, specifically down on one knee instead of squatting. "Hello there. Are you supposed to be with someone?" "My grandma's somewhere around here. Look at the pretty flowers I picked!" She held out a handful of colorful plants, with an incredibly wide smile and closed eyes to cap off the cuteness. Now Aqua could tell why this world had been safe. The Unversed were created through negative emotions, and this place was bright and radiant. This girl in particular, there was no way she had any darkness in her heart. If she went off on her own frequently, it wouldn't be Aqua's place to interfere. She stood up very delicately and started walking away, when a swishing sound cut in behind her. That was a sound she knew by this point, as she pivoted towards it. It was a small gathering of the lowest Unversed, creeping towards the girl. "Don't you touch her," Aqua shouted, summoning her Keyblade and leaping towards the monster closest to the child, striking it down with one powerful slash. Only then did she remember that a wide, forceful movement like that was the worst thing she could do at the moment. Landing from that sent waves through her, straining her and reminding her that, yes, she really had to pee right now, her usual fighting style was not going to cut it. But that was the style she had focused on, refined and perfected to be acceptable for a Master, what was she going to do? She moved too much, she used concentration to cast magic, she'd be wet soon. The only thing she could do as a guardian was cover the girl with her body, so she had no choice but to do it, towering over her as she was forced to the ground. But there were still Unversed attacking, approaching them, being active threats, and Aqua was helpless and accepting it. She was losing herself to darkness, everything she had been warned about, what she had promised wouldn't happen on the path to mastery. It could happen to the best, as everyone was worried about Terra for, and now Aqua was losing. That is, until the satisfying sound of Keyblade destroying Unversed reverberated through the air. Aqua's eyes shot open and turned to look. She certainly wasn't expecting to see a mouse with big ears holding a Keyblade. And whoever he was, he was showing up a Master right now, the person who had worked hard for that title wasn't going to just take that. She jumped back to her feet, this time aware of the bodily stress it would cause her and just not caring, ready to fight as she should. But she still had this kid to worry about in a hectic battle. "I can't fight and protect this girl at the same time!" She couldn't fight and hold herself either, but she wasn't going to say that one out loud. "Focus on getting her somewhere safe," the mystery mouse shouted. And he was right, protecting those unable to fight was the highest priority. Aqua was just starting to learn that there was much more than blindly and ferociously slaying the creatures of darkness, right now it was most important to retreat, at least until civilians were secured. The blue-haired girl took the red-haired one by the hand and pulled her down the stairs. The Unversed seemed to only be focused on the mouse, because they weren't chasing the girls, even when they stopped on the platform a flight down. Aqua was breathing heavy, trying her absolute hardest to keep her body under her control with the waves of desperation crashing down inside. It was getting dangerously close to overtaking her, she couldn't help but cross her legs at the knees, push her thighs together repeatedly, and bounce a couple inches down. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by the young girl, who tilted her head in confusion. "Miss adult lady, do you need to go potty?" Well, it was an inevitability that someone would catch on, better a little girl she'd never see again than someone close to her. "Yeah, I do. Don't worry about me, I'm going to be okay. And I'm going to take care of those monsters. You stay here, out of trouble, and wait until I return. Okay?" The girl nodded, for as much as the word of a little kid meant, and Aqua...hobbled, at best, back up the stairs with her weapon drawn. --------------- The final Unversed fell to Aqua's Keyblade, and wow, was she happy it was over. Even more than most, Aqua's fighting style was not suited to holding. Swinging the Keyblade was the least taxing thing she could do, but her physical strength was low, she relied on a lot of powerful (and difficult) magic, and dodging with gymnastic cartwheels. It was not a pretty melding of techniques. As her plight continued far past the point of tolerance or acceptance, Aqua was really starting to hate her choice in outfit. In most circumstances, her clothes were very fitting, they allowed for flexibility but were also very modest. It just so happened that it was equally effective at giving her the feeling she might always be literally seconds away from an accident. Her shorts were tight, which right now accentuated the painful feeling in the parts below. The waistband didn't go high enough to push on her bladder, but the corset more than made up for that. And their laces were purely decoration, there was no way to loosen it. She'd either keep wearing it as it was or lose it entirely, and she wasn't going to leave behind a belonging of hers. So she was going to keep suffering. Her rodent comrade dismissed his Keyblade. "Phew, we finally got rid of all those monsters. Oh, I never introduced myself! I'm Mickey, I'm Yen Sid's apprentice." He held out his right hand to shake. With her Keyblade still in her right, Aqua held out her left to match the greeting. "Aqua, I'm Master Eraqus' pupil. I suppose that explains why you have a Keyblade." "And I'm Kairi!" Somehow, neither of them had heard the girl run back up the stairs towards them until she shouted her presence. Aqua wanted to reprimand her for disobeying her demand, but honestly, she didn't have the energy to do so right now if they were no longer in danger. "Well, two heads are better than one, they say. We should team up until we can be sure those monsters are gone," Mickey offered. Aqua knew he was making perfect sense, it was a reasonable suggestion, but she still wanted to refuse so bad. It was crystal clear now, unless a miracle happened and she came across a bathroom in the next 15 minutes at maximum, she was going to have to do her business somewhere indecent. And she wasn't going to be able to do that unless she was alone, at least not around someone she didn't know. Which is why she was relieved when something in Mickey's pocket started glowing and, against his will, whisked him away. Looking at the spot in the sky where the other Keyblade wielder disappeared, Aqua didn't realize how close Kairi had gotten until she tugged on the Keyblade. "What's this thing?" "That's a Keyblade, the ultimate weapon for fighting evil." "Wow! I want to be as cool as you when I grow up, Miss Aqua!" While Aqua agreed that it was important to learn to defend oneself, with as pure of a heart that Kairi was giving off, she'd be a target if she went off into the fray. So instead, she reached down and gently grabbed the pendant around Kairi's neck. "I cast a little magic spell on you, it'll protect you until you find that special person that can protect you." It was a very minor spell, it wasn't too demanding to cast it. Aqua still regretted the feeling. Kairi looked over her pendant with a newfound sense of wonder, meaning she missed someone else climb the stairs, an old woman who saw the little girl and smiled. "There you are, Kairi!" "Grandma!" She ran back to her grandmother, which meant Aqua was no longer responsible for her, and she could get back to her own problems. Until Kairi paused, and ran back to Aqua. "Don't worry, Miss Aqua, I won't tell anyone about you needing to potty," she whispered. Again, for whatever the word of a little kid was worth, Aqua accepted it. "Thank you, Kairi." The two waved each other off and Kairi left with her grandmother. Aqua was alone again, and very thankful it turned out that way, because she wasn't going to wait much longer. Now the Master was on a mission of her own, she was finding a private place to let loose, she had let this go way too far and wasn't going to put up with it any more. But she wouldn't get any kind of acceptable privacy on the castle grounds, so she dismissed her Keyblade, balled both of her hands into fists and pressed them both against the front of her shorts. She figured it was a little less humiliating than full-out holding herself. She could tell already, in that awkward position, she was going to struggle to make it back to the main town. --------------- There was very little that Aqua was more thankful of than this world having very few residents. Sticking to back roads instead of going through the square, she wasn't running into anyone, she could be as open about her desperation as she wanted with impunity. And boy, was she taking advantage of that opportunity. "Oh I gotta go I gotta go so bad," she rushed out without a second to pause or breathe. Regardless of how much of a hurry she was in, she still couldn't help but stop and dance in place, full body shaking and fidgeting overcoming her every muscle. Through an incredible amount of will, Aqua staggered into the town's aqueduct. In one respect, this was the worst place she could have stumbled across, water being an awful thing to see and its loud rushing noise tempting her to follow suit with probably equivalent force. But it was also the best thing that happened to her, aqueducts were not populated spots, and the place looked empty. So much water was flowing through, who would ever know? She was more than ready to undress to the necessary level, but she needed to defy instinct for just a little longer. "Any Unversed wanna come out and fight? I'm open, my guard's down, I'm severely handicapped, you won't get a better chance!" Better they attack before her shorts were down, even if both were just as likely to lead to some wet clothing. Same result by doing nothing, as the first walls of defense finally broke down inside her, the long-waiting leaks beginning. Everything besides the water was quiet, no matter how many drops she let escape, Aqua could only conclude it was safe. "Took long enough!" She leapt to the edge of the walkway, and pulled her shorts and panties to her knees while squatting inches above the concrete in the same motion. It gave her the chance to see the stain on her striped underwear, the affected blue bands darkened while the white streaks showed a yellow dye. It did not take long to convince her body that it was time to empty, she started spraying full-blast into the water supply, which was hopefully going out rather than in. In response, she let out a large exhale, it felt so good. The sound of her liquids meeting the reservoir's was a ringing impact that drove in how much she needed this, how little a choice she had in this matter. Too bad it couldn't last. Since she hadn't closed her eyes from the intense feeling, she was still able to see something fly into the area next to this one. It was a giant Unversed, so close and probably about to wreak havoc. Aqua frantically looked between where it landed and where her powerful torrent was crashing down multiple times. She couldn't just let that happen, a Keyblade Master couldn't let evil cause destruction because of personal reasons taking priority. That meant only one thing. "Why does it have to be me being tormented?!" She clenched her internal muscles to cut off the flow of urine, only just waiting for that to be successful before pulling her shorts back up and running out. All in all, she got about 15 seconds of relief. She hoped that would be enough to hold her over. Climbing the stairs down, Aqua could only conclude it was definitely not enough. She had only just gotten started, her bladder was pleading to be allowed to continue right now. That extra feeling roughly equaled how much she got from peeing as much as she did, so she was in the same predicament and pain of a minute ago. And she had willingly given up the chance to feel all better. This Unversed better be worth it. And she wasn't the only one chasing this creature down, two men with Keyblades were coming from different angles as well. One was already surprising, Aqua didn't expect to meet up with Terra even when she knew he was here, but the other was the real shocker. "Ven?!" "Terra! Aqua," Ven called out. This was the first time all three had met since the Unversed outbreak, it would be a good time to catch up and clear their individual goals up, but there was a much more pressing matter that they faced. The giant, autonomous pieces of armor looked formidable, it'd be a tough fight with three trained Keyblade wielders against it. Ironically, the one Master among them was the least confident. Aqua knew, given how much she felt like she'd burst just standing around, a big battle was sure to make her explode. "Terra, Ven...can I ask you a favor?" "What is it," Ven inquired. "I'm not going to be able to fight well, and I'm so sorry for asking, but can you two handle this?" "What?!" Terra really didn't believe that, he would have questioned it more, until he narrowly dodged a swing from a huge, clawed gauntlet. This really wasn't the time for a full interrogation. "Alright, fine. Me and Ven have got this guy!" Sure enough, the boys were certainly capable enough, they were doing a plenty good job winning while Aqua watched from the sidelines. And they weren't paying attention to her, giving her the opening to hold herself. Okay, she would have done it anyway even if they were looking, but she felt better about it this way. In quite impressive time, the Unversed was defeated, dissipating as two Keyblades cleaved it into more pieces than it started out with. "He's down," Terra proclaimed as his weapon disappeared. "Now, would the Master care to explain why she sat this out?" "Are you okay, Aqua," Ven asked worriedly. "Are you injured?" It was already too late for her. Their arena was part of the aqueduct's route, so coming down here did not eliminate the sound of running water. The sounds of battle did not drown it out, Aqua had to suffer listening to it. The taste of emptiness her bladder felt was only making it hunger more, she couldn't take its demands. Her urgency was increasing even more, up to this moment, where she was finally at her pure limit. Terra and Ven may have been close friends to her, there was still no way she was going to expose herself to them. Aqua was going to pee herself, no way around it. She might be able to live with it if they saw that, but she'd certainly rather they didn't. And with how suspicious she'd been leading to this, they were not going to blindly obey if she just told them to turn around or leave. So, mean as it may be, a little magic was the only way to maintain some amount of dignity. "Blackout!" Blackout was a spell that temporarily blinded all enemies in a small radius from the caster. And Aqua cruelly used it to prevent her friends from witnessing her accident. That's the kind of action that would probably get her Master status revoked if Eraqus ever found out. She'd willingly face the punishment later, right now she just needed to go. It's not like she was trying to hide that she was peeing, there's no way the sound of the thick stream through her shorts down onto the metal flooring could be hidden. She just didn't want them to see it, see her black shorts turn even more reflective as they were soaked, see the rivulets of golden urine run down the bit of exposed thighs into her socks, pool around her shoes, as she looked down mortified. No matter what interruption may come around, she wasn't stopping this time, she might as well relax and enjoy it. There was no denying how much relief was running through her, that her muscles could rest after how much they had been overworked, that she had just barely avoided serious damage, but it was small comforts. She knew it was wrong, a Keyblade Master, an adult wetting their pants. There was absolutely no excuse for this outcome, she couldn't defend herself, she couldn't take herself seriously after hitting a point where a little girl had taken pity on her. Aqua had messed up hard, and she hated herself for it. Dwelling on self-loathing was enough to carry her through the whole nightmare, because before she realized how much time had passed, her torrent scaled down to a loud pee, then to a light dribble before stopping, with only the drops stuck to her clothing left to fall (though there were a lot of them). A quick rundown of herself revealed that most of her shorts and the inner half of her socks were totally drenched, saturated, and disgusting. It was amazing that the scarves around her waist seemed to come out unscathed, but that didn't mean much. "There's no way I can hide this," she admitted, defeated. Blackout was just wearing off, as Terra and Ven stopped stumbling around in the dark, and their first action with sight restored was to stare with uncomfortable piercing gazes to make up in awkwardness for what they missed. None of them said anything, no one needed explanations, imagination filled in the gaps. Aqua was the first to say anything. "I'm...I'm sorry you had to see this." She wasn't crying, it was just a blank somberness. The boys looked between themselves, miming their questions with hand and facial motions, getting nowhere in their silent debate until Terra started urging Ven forward. Even as their friend, Aqua didn't have enough of the male bonding to have any clue what they were talking about until Ven spelled it out. "Don't worry about it, Aqua. We promise we won't say anything." "Even after that reckless magic usage," Terra added. "Yeah, even after that. You know us, we wouldn't embarrass you like that." "I'm thankful you won't tell anyone, but..." She had a hard time trying to vocalize her concern. "But I'm worried about how you see me now," she muttered, though still loud enough to barely be heard. "How we see you?" Ven looked back at Terra, who nodded to urge him on. "We see you as our friend. One mistake like this isn't going to suddenly change that. Come on, you know there's been weirder things between us." "As students, sure. But I'm supposed to be a Master now, you don't think this is unacceptable for someone in that position?" Ven groaned. "You're letting your Master title go to your head. It's just a word, it doesn't define you." Terra looked uncomfortable in the background, where no one noticed. "You're still human, you're not suddenly immune to mistakes because of it." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a green star, a Wayfinder charm that Aqua had made for all three of them. "Didn't we agree that we'd always be equal?" Aqua pulled out her blue Wayfinder to match it, and Terra's yellow trinket joined to make the whole trifecta. Just looking over the physical manifestation of their bond touched Aqua deep in her heart. "Thanks. Really, I mean it, that was a really nice thing to say." She smiled, which from an outside perspective, looked pretty weird in juxtaposition with her wet clothes. Terra found it funny, because he started laughing. "Seriously, Aqua, I meant what I said before. Sometimes you really are such a girl." "And I meant what I said too! What is 'sometimes' supposed to mean?" The three shared a group laugh, in a warm way that symbolized the light they could bring out. Though Aqua's warm feeling was starting to fade into a chill, so she stopped to move on. "If we're all here, I think we all have a few things to explain." "You sure you don't want to clean up first," Ven asked. "I'll survive until I can make a quick stop at the academy to change. Let's just get a little further away from..." She looked down at the puddle of evidence she'd left. "Away from that." They walked to the other side of the circle, to get each other on the same page...or maybe friendship, aspirations, and trust weren't as simple and clean as that. --------------- Author's note: Man, it's going to be awkward for Aqua when she has to fight Vanitas right after this. Edited January 17, 2017 by Captain L (see edit history)
Second YOI fic. I read something on tumblr I think where somebody wanted something like this written.  Enjoy! It wouldn't be long now until he had to get on the ice. To prepare, Viktor was helping him with a few last minute stretches. They had cameras on them so despite wanting to run to the bathroom quickly before performing, Yuuri couldn't really slip away. He'd been struggling with getting away from the cameras long enough to go all afternoon, but he hadn't managed yet. Upon easing into a split, Yuuri felt his urge increase and a small blush grow over his face. It wasn't too bad yet but Yuuri's nerves were completely shot from the stress of performing. Yuuri had a bit of a nervous bladder. It was an issue his previous coach was aware of but he'd neglected to mention it to Viktor due to his embarrassment. He knew it would come out eventually but until he started feeling a little more comfortable with Viktor he wasn't sure he could stomach the idea of mentioning such a personal problem.Viktor helped Yuuri out of his split and ran one of his hands over the younger skaters warm cheek. With a small smile Viktor spoke. "Are you ready?" There was only 2 or 3 minutes left before the performance and Yuuri felt his anxiety begin to peak. He pressed his thighs together tightly as his urge built. With a short glance toward the hall which lead to the bathrooms, Yuuri nodded. There was no time left to go now.Viktor felt his own nervousness peak at the slight hesitancy Yuuri seemed to be displaying. He didn't want to unsettle Yuuri, but he could sense something being off. "You seem tense. Are you sure you're ok?"Yuuri shifted his hips a little and glanced at the ground. "Yeah, I just.."  Yuuri hesitated slightly before learning forward and whispering into Viktor's ear, "I sort of really need the bathroom."Yuuri's blush grew and Viktor bit his lip. There wasn't enough time. "Can you hold it through the performance?"Yuuri shifted a little and nodded slowly. He wasn't completely sure of himself but he didn't have much choice.Viktor pulled Yuuri into a hug. "We"ll hurry to go right after the kiss and cry ok?"Yuuri nodded, pulled away from Viktor, and skated out onto the ice. The music began and Yuuri let his body be pulled into the routine.Yuuri tried his best to forget his bladder as he skated to eros. For the first half he was fairly successful too. The movement seemed to be helping. As he entered the spread eagle though he lost a small spurt. This surprised him and he faltered slightly on the jump immediately after.He hoped the wet patch wasn't noticeable. From the sidelines Viktor winced a little at the flub. He felt a tinge of guilt for not noticing Yuuri had to go earlier. As he was viewing Yuuri's performance though, he noticed an intriguing side effect of the young skaters desperation. All the moves which involved his hips, butt and pelvis were suddenly much more pronounced and alluring. That alone would probably make up for the lost points on the spin.Yuuri felt his heart pounding in his chest. He could channel the fearful energy into his skating but he was genuinely concerned about being able to hold it. He managed luckily. After the performance he quickly jetted off the ice, clenching his fists at his side to keep from holding himself on live TV."Yuuri! That performance was amazing!" Viktor smiled. Yuuri sheepishly returned a grin. Once off the ice, Yuuri nuzzled his face into Viktor's shoulder. He was relieved he'd done well but he couldn't stay still anymore. Yuuri wanted to know his score but wasn't sure he could hold it long enough to see. "Viktor..." Yuuri whined quietly.Viktor frowned and pulled Yuuri a little closer, suddenly feeling protective of the vulnerable young skater. Softly, Viktor whispered, "Can you hold it?"Yuuri's breath hitched as he felt another small leak. "I don't know..."Viktor cursed softly in Russian before planting a small kiss on Yuuri's forehead. "It's ok Yuuri, just go, I'll watch the score for you. I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner."Yuuri didn't have time to think of a response. Instead he simply hurried backstage to relieve himself. Viktor set off to the kiss and cry and smiled when he saw Yuuri's score. They were currently in first place! Given Yuuri's handicap during the performance, Viktor was quite happy. He'd definately secured a spot in the next round. A few minutes later Viktor began growing concered. Yuuri was taking a long time to come back. Viktor felt a blush grow over his cheeks as he imagined a worst case scenario. It wouldn't be good for Yuuri's self esteem if he had an accident. Viktor resigned himself to checking in on Yuuri in 5 minutes.Yuuri chocked back a sob. He was standing in front of the toilet squirming desperately as he failed to unzip his costume. The stupid thing was hard to reach in the first place. He realized now it was stuck too. There was no way he'd be able to get it without help. Yuuri tried to steady his breathing. He was holding himself tightly now as he opened the stall to go out and get help. Viktor was startled when he saw Yuuri reappear in the stadium. He ran over quickly trying to figure out what was wrong. Poor Yuuri had been away for 15 minutes and still hadn't managed to go. He was shaking visibly and it was clear he had been crying. Viktor quickly hid the younger man from the view of the cameras and ushered him back to the bathroom."What's wrong? Why haven't you gone yet?" Viktor looked Yuuri up and down quickly trying to find any clues.Frantically squirming Yuuri stuttered out. "The zi.. zipper is st.. stuck!"Viktor stiffened and quietly swore again in russian. He quickly pushed Yuuri into a stall and worked on unzipping his costume. Yuuri's desperate squirming made the task difficult. The zipper really was stuck.Viktor growled and turned Yuuri to face him before simply pushing him down to sit on the toilet. Yuuri's eyes watered and he fought agaist Viktor to stand. Viktor kept his hands firmy planted on Yuuri's shoulders."I can't undo the zipper Yuuri. Just go and I'll get you something else to wear. I don't want you to hurt yourself."  Yuuri crossed his legs and shook his head. "Please people will know if I come out wearing some thing else." He pressed his hands between his thighs. He was leaking constantly now. Viktor sighed and let Yuuri back up. He tried again on the zipper for a few minutes before it finally gave. Just as Viktor got it loose though Yuuri froze. The sound of liquid hitting tile sounded ten times louder in the empty bathroom. Viktor's heart clenched at the sound. There wasn't much point now... To minimize the mess Viktor sat Yuuri back down on the toilet. "Yuuri look at me." Viktor knew he couldn't let Yuuri beat himself up about this. It was critical for Yuuri's skating that he build his confidence. Yuuri's eyes flittered between the floor and Viktor's face for a moment before settling again on the floor.Viktor sighed and lifted Yuuri's chin so that the young skater would be forced to look up. Yuuri's stream finally tapered off in the tense quiet moment."You skated beautifully today and this has nothing to do with how I see you ok?" Viktor ran his hand through Yuuri's hair and gave him a small smile."I wet your costume.."Viktor shook his head. "Yuuri, I care about you. The costume doesn't matter to me right now. I'm going to get you some clean clothes, pick up your medal and bring you back to relax in the hotel before our flight tomorrow. Alright?"Yuuri nodded slowly. "Thank you Viktor."Viktor smiled.
Tali relented, raising her head to the ceiling and screaming internally. Jack caught the faintest sound of a her drinking partner failing to hold in a scream, causing her to snicker wildly. “Oh, Christ, Metalhead. I am freaking loving you; we should have hung out the second I joined this ship. So, yeah, my question to you… is… hmm… Why don’t you just piss your pants?” Tali remained perfectly still for a number of seconds, her brain registering the question.”Wh-What?” “You know, wet yourself? Let loose? Make a river map in your jeans? Okay, I made that last one up, but you get the idea. Why don’t you just go in your suit? I’m legitimately curious.” Tali looked around, making positively sure nobody was nearby. “I can’t believe I have to explain this to you, but I’m not pissing in my pants because I have dignity. It may feel better for a few seconds, but then what if someone saw me? What then?” “So, wait, you’re saying I don’t have any dignity?” Tali was taken aback for a few seconds, and would have laughed if she weren’t in such a compromising position herself. “Jack, wait… You’ve peed in your pants?” Jack picked up her dice. “Win this roll and I’ll accept that as your question.” Tali won the roll, and Jack took her drink in an instant, exhaling softly. “Damn, that’s some refreshing stuff. Yeah, I’ve done it. On purpose, though. See, in a bunch of the slammers I spent time in, they’d only let me use the bathroom on a rare occasion, since I they didn’t trust me with a cell that had any pipes or anything leading to the outside. So, once a day or every two days depending on how generous they felt, they’d put me in this special-made convict transport bullshit thing and wheel me off the to porcelain thrones. I figured, ‘hey, I gotta take a leak’ and ‘you gotta do what you gotta do’. I answered natures call. Yeah, the guards looked at me in disgust if I did it, but so what? It wasn’t illegal or against the rules, so I never ran the risk of getting the hole. I had done far worse stuff to live more comfortably before that, so very little manages to embarrass me. A lot of stuff angers me, but very little crap makes this girl feel bashful. Besides, it was satisfying to know some shmuck guard was stuck mopping up the cell floor and/or cleaning the piss-stains out of my dirty jumpsuits.” Tali couldn’t help but laugh in amazement. Jack, the murdering psychotic ex-convict who was seen as one of the most dangerous people in the galaxy before joining the Normandy, peed herself so casually. Jack nodded, picking up on Tali’s disbelief. “I swear it’s true. I got nothing to hide. I don’t even give a shit if you tell people, because I know anyone who makes fun of me about it knows how badly I can screw them up.” Tali stopped laughing, not wanting to run the risk of adding a broken arm and a dislocated knee to her current predicament. Tali rolled the dice and won again. Jack downed another glass of whiskey without issue. “Okay, next question?” Tali pondered for a second, trying to think of something besides pee at the moment. “Er… How about… Um… Do you like any movies?” Jack burst into laughter. “Holy shit, are you serious? THAT’S your question? You can ask me anything, and you go with that?” Tali shrugged, crossing her legs to help alleviate the ever-increasing pressure. “Eh, fine. No. I don’t. I like swearing, gambling, and stiff-as-hell drinks. Now, come on. Let’s play.” The game continued, as Tali won some rolls and Jack won others. Questions were asked and answered, such as “I forgot to ask, is this whiskey safe for me to drink?” (“Yeah, it’s filtered or whatever you guys drink. I’m not stud and I’m not going to risk poisoning you over a little fun. Now come one, let’s have some REAL questions”), “What’s it like inside your helmet?” (“It gets hot and itchy sometimes, but never too bad.”), “How many people have you killed?” (“I’ve lost track. But trust me, nine out of ten of them had it coming.”), “How big are your tits, really? Like, does the suit make them look bigger or smaller?” (“I’m not answering that… Fine. B-cups. They same size they look right now. You weird, perverted bosh’tet…”) As the game progressed, however, both players became increasingly more filled with whiskey. And, as a result, something happened. Not only did she have to go to the bathroom even worse than before, but she, like Jack, was profoundly drunk. They had gone a total of eighteen rolls and eight shots of whiskey each (nine in Jack's case, including the one she had for fun), and were about to go for nineteen, the largest possible amount of rolls/drinks the game could have lasted for. Tali would have been angry at fate going behind her back for the umpteenth time of the day, but very little was able to upset her at the moment. Still sober enough to know to hold her urine in, but nor sober enough to sit up straight, Tali wobbled back and forth on the pipe as Jack watched her, hand on her chin and her eyes half shut. “Hey, uh… Hey? T-Tals? Tali! Tali? Sorry, sorry, I yelled your name. I, um, I’m using my indoor voice now. Is that okay? Yeah, it’s okay. Tali?” Tali looked up. “What?” Jack began laughing. “I… I have to piss now, too.” Hope you guys liked this! I have tons of plans in store for the future for this story, and hopefully you enjoy them! Feel free to keep me/the others reading this thread updated on if you're drawing a scene from the story so far, if you decided to go along with the "almost on-year anniversary" thing I posted a few days ago! Remember, it's not mandatory, but I'd love to see what you guys have to show! All art styles welcome :) Edited January 21, 2018 by Itber (see edit history)
Tali waddled after EDI, trying as best as she could not to bring any attention to herself. They didn’t run into anyone on their way to wherever it was that EDI was leading her, which Tali herself was very grateful for. She began to relax her bladder, relieving some of the tension but increasing her need to urinate. However, she didn’t mind this. She would soon be near a nice, fresh, porcelain toilet. She didn’t care if it was Quarian-safe or not. She didn’t care if she had to tear a hole in her suit in order to use it. At this point, so long as she got to piss without anyone of importance knowing about in (in case of perhaps having to tear a hole in her suit, she could always use her Omnitool to suture it back up, albeit crudely yet mostly unnoticeable). EDI rounded a corner into a dark room, and Tali followed. EDI placed her hand on a wall-pad, and the room lit up. It was a small, featureless room with one way in, and a small device on the far wall, opposite the entrance/exit. It looked like half of a ball, with a small funnel like device coming out the other half, coated in wires and with finely crafted steel rods wrapping around it. A spout of sorts, along with what could only be described as a robotic claw mixed with a plunger, stuck out at the end of the anomaly. EDI walked up next to it, and began typing on a keypad attached to it. Tali looked around, confused. “Uh, EDI? So, where’s the toilet? Dp I stick my… ‘You know what’ onto that and just…… Go? Does it hurt?” EDI looked up from the keyboard. “What? Tali, this device isn’t meant for you. You could try and use it, but it would not help. This is… In a manner of speaking, MY toilet.” Tali was too confused and enraged to speak properly. “What? Why? Toilet? You? How? Why did you bring me-? Why? How? What?” EDI managed to catch what Tali was saying, and compiled together what it was the flustered Quarian meant. “You asked for a ‘toilet’. There were none nearby, and you seems greatly displease with that response. I merely ran through the ship’s schematics and found this was the nearest-” Tali spoke, almost screaming. “I MEANT A TOILET I COULD USE.” EDI looked on, shocked at Tali’s abrasiveness. “I tried to say ‘However. There’s technically something similar on this floor that I know of, but-’, and you stopped me there before I could continue and say ‘it is NOT a toilet fit for use of anyone but myself.’ I brought you to a toilet, as you instructed me to.” Much like with Mordin, Tali had become fed up and decided to leave. EDI was an incredibly advanced and intelligent piece of machinery, but she was still AI. Trying to argue with her would yield about as much of a singular result as trying to explain the concept of color to a creature without eyes*.” Tali turned to leave slowly, but saw the entrance was closed. This was odd, as Tali was certain she and EDI had entered through there. Why was it shut? Tali turned around to ask EDI, only to see her sitting in front of the funnel-device, eyes shut. “EDI? What the hell are you doing?” EDI didn’t open her eyes, but responded. “I apologize, Tali, but I use this area as my ‘toilet’. I feel as though I had made that very clear.” “What? Okay, yeah, you said that, but what does it mean? What are you doing?” EDI kept her eyes shut as a prong emerged from the funnel, attaching itself like a magnet to the back of her steel head. “I’m… For lack of a better term, ‘going to the bathroom’. My physical form can only amass so much binary code and excess data for my systems to handle, whereas my holographic form attached to the ship is limitless in terms of storage due to the ships’ central processor being linked to me. In layman’s terms, I was always ‘on the toilet’ then. In this artificial body, storage is limited, so now I have to relieve myself and ‘urinate’ my ‘pee’. Does that make sense?” “Um… Yeah. Kind of. But why is the door closed?” “Unfortunately, this room must be locked while I am using the EEDISSRN, ‘Excess EDI Server Storage Removal Node’ to prevent me from completing the task at hand, similar to how higher life forms ‘lock the door’ so they may ‘use the bathroom’. You are currently in here with me, yes. But as you are a highly qualified member of the crew listed under the ‘mechanics’ section of the Normandy’s crew dossier, you have authorization to bypass the ‘privacy settings’ on the EEDISSRN; I merely had to type in the passcode to allow you to stay here with me as I used said EEDISSRN.” “But… Why… Why… Why would you lock me in here with you? Why can’t you just let me leave?” “My storage was at 99% capacity. To prevent a meltdown of my CPU, I must initiate ‘code: insistence’ on my EEDISSRN functions and use the device effective immediately so long as I am being accompanied by someone listed as ‘trustworthy’ of being in the EEDISSRN’s room with me, such as yourself. Or, as I heard Joker once put it, ‘when you have to go you have to go’. Tali’s brain attempted to process all of this, but was unable to. A computer… A robot… AI… “peeing”? What? How? For a brief moment, Tali felt a sense of panic. Stuck in the room with someone who had to go to the bathroom? Then she thought again. It wasn’t pee. It was… data, or whatever it was EDI had said. It wasn’t the same. It wouldn’t be that bad. EDI spoke up again, as the prong began to hum. and glow. “Before I begin, Tali, I must tell you: this process usually takes fifteen minutes to complete, and my new PSEC does power up uncontrollably whenever I use it. Thank you for being so understanding, and while I do not expect you to do anything of the sort, I’m required to say this all the same: please do not disturb or remove me from the EEDISSRN me while the process is in progress. Doing so may result in critical loss of Class B and above files on the ship and it’s digital contents, which would prove detrimental to both the ship’s life-support systems, the mission logs, and/or up to 1,857 other important saved documents and pieces of code which are pivotal to the Normandy’s success on its travels.” Tali almost said something, but thought another. Wait, PSEC? Why did that sound so familiar? “Um, EDI what do you mean by PSEC?” “My ‘Pleasure Sensory Emulation Chip’. It is a specialized device used to help create an emulated, digital ‘nervous system’ for AI units such as myself, which activates under over 400,000 ‘pleasing scenarios’ that have been deemed ‘enjoyable’ by over 30 humanoid species. Joker got one for me for… personal reasons. He said it would help me feel ‘more human’. I decided to accept his gift, and have since enjoyed it immensely. The use of the EEDISSRN has proven to activate the PSEC, as I have already stated, providing my artificial body with pleasurable feelings which I cannot help but find ‘good’, for lack of a better word. If I say or do anything which seems unprofessional while using the EEDISSRN, please know it is the PSEC at work, and not my default settings.” *That’s a little reference to a line from Mass Effect 1 :) Hope you guys liked this chapter! Please let me know what you think, and let me know if I made EDI sound too robotic here. Also, sorry if not everything makes sense; I tried to explain it to the best of my ability to make the story feel more 'real'. I'm here to entertain on as many levels as possible! Also, with the straw poll, "crew team building on a wet planet, citadel visit, and ride in the mako got the most votes, so expect to see those in the future! Maybe I'll make straw polls for those three arcs to see what you guys want to see in those! I plan to make this as long of a ride as you guys want, so please let me know what you think, and I'll do everything I can to make this as fun for you (and as miserable for Tali!) as possible!
This story came together pretty quickly, and for how long it is I actually finished it! After seeing the moderate fondness for bare feet on here I decided to include some strong focus on that. But rest assured, it's an omo story through-and-through; the rest is plot devices. Enjoy. 1: The History     Shelly McGill huffed and tucked a red curl behind her ear. Absorbing the lesson about ancient Greece already strained her attention, and when her phone vibrated in her purse, that was the end of it. Her mom would not text while she was in school; a message from someone else was likewise a rarity. She made sure the teacher's eyes were elsewhere and stealthily read it. Beside Erica's picture read, "party nxt Saturday at Simmons Park, wanna go? :D"     Incredulity gave way to a big grin which threatened to burst through. The only reason Shelly had Erica Montblanc's number in the first place was for a group project last year. That she, as the "quiet one" with thick glasses, would be invited to her first real party by the most popular girl in her grade seemed a miracle.     A cool draft traced Shelly's socked soles, which she had slipped from the heels of her shoes. She stared down at the black canvas sneakers, misshapen and frayed on the backs where she did the same heel-slip at every opportunity. To go without the stifling things, or any others, was less a simple pleasure for her than a mission. Being barefoot gave her a satisfaction bordering on a sexual thrill, especially outside. Its explanation escaped her. The ballet flats or flip-flops worn by many of her classmates would have done for a compromise, but only the exquisite sensitivity of no shoes at all struck that particular spot in her soul.     But of course, the solution would not be as simple as ditching the shoes and letting others get used to her choice. Two obstacles stood between her and the flood of feelings that came with raw contact of her soles with the ground.     For one, her enthusiasm for barefootedness was equaled only by her shyness about it. It had its place and that was that; what kind of dirty weirdo got such a kick out of not wearing shoes at any other time? And especially that it meant exposing her feet. The bricks on the ends of her legs exhibited none of the curves and overall "ladylike" aesthetics she envied on lots of other girls, and some genetically-gifted guys. Shelly stood at 5'9". Not terribly tall for a high school freshman, but enough to put her half a head above most her age. And it was certainly enough to give her the feet to match the rest of her reedy frame. She had long despised their pointed ankle bones, low arches, and knobbly toes that were crooked thanks to overstaying her welcome in ill-fitting footwear. Since she could remember, her family took to calling her "snowshoes" for their sprawling size and spindly shape. She was not the only victim of the nickname, as naturally a good number of her relatives also fit the description. But the benign barb had met the mounting body insecurity of the gawky teen, and left a lasting effect. Unless she had no other choice, it was socks and shoes at all times.     However, double the severity even of her self-consciousness was a problem more practical: what happened whenever she did steel her nerves and indulge her fancy. Maybe because of how rarely her soles saw daylight, they were intensely, cripplingly ticklish. In certain circumstances, ticklish enough to take her bladder control.     Google told her it was "stress incontinence." She never considered herself to be weak at holding it. She could laugh or do other things with confidence and stay dry, even when people tickled her on purpose. But somehow it was connected to walking barefoot. What never failed to do her in was stepping on grass.     Her earliest memory of it happening was at her fifth birthday party. She and her friends had worn their bathing suits to play in the sprinkler in the backyard. She had stayed on the patio until it was her turn. On her first run-through, the smooth, bendy ribbons of grass had brushed her soles and between her toes in just the right way to make her whole body spasm. She squealed with laughter and only noticed something was amiss when she returned to the safety of the patio to a hot stream running out of her one-piece. Being that it happened in her swimsuit and she was dripping wet already from the sprinkler, no one noticed.     At five years old, the idea that the reaction might cause problems for her never arose. Pure luck meant she did not have to step barefoot on grass for years after. By that point, she had doubled down on wearing shoes and all but eliminated the risk. But on one trip to the beach when she was about eleven, city workers were renovating the bathrooms and had planted porta-potties-- on a grass field. She had meant to relieve herself in the water, but her family was already on the way out. She caught up with them, flexing her legs against a constant push from her bladder and playing with the button of her white shorts by the time they came into view. Having felt bold enough to leave her sandals in the car had come back to haunt her, causing a wave of dread from remembering what happened last time. It was too risky. She would just have to hold it for the ride home. Until her little brother ruined it all.     "I gotta go pee," Carson announced, holding himself unabashedly. The weak little runt. If Shelly had to hold on while being at the edge of leaking, surely the second grader could handle his own liquids.     "Buddy system," her father declared, ever on top of safety. "Take C to the toilets, Shel."     Shelly tried protesting. "Ugh, dad," she said, writhing in a sort of exaggerated temper tantrum to hide her pee-dance. "He can go on his own!"     The man put his hands on his hips. "Yes, but it's good practice to look out for each other. And don't be ridiculous. You're bouncing around like a jumping bean too. You can both go. It's a long car ride."     "Come on, Shelly," Carson urged, wiggling more obviously. The older sibling groaned while battling her own forceful need. And now that they all knew she also had to go badly, a blush warmed the tips of her ears. The porta-potties were right there, not thirty feet away. She sucked in a big breath and conceded, "Fine." Her heart raced as she approached the edge of the concrete walkway. The grass stretched out before her, an expanse of breeze-blown snakes ready to bite. Could it happen again? Carson, with his flip-flops protecting him from perhaps a similar fate, trotted off carefree. Shelly brushed one foot through the grass, wincing as the tickly feeling came on. Unrelated to the move came a hefty squeeze from her bladder, which forced a dribble into her striped bikini. No matter how gross the portable toilets might be, she would have thrown herself into the second one-- were it not for the dreaded grass!     "Here goes nothing," she told herself, and held her breath. To run like her kid brother would be too embarrassing. She was in sixth grade; she didn’t have emergencies. The lawn received the heel she had dug in with conviction.     Neither the effects of the prickly blades, nor the pulsing of her bladder, acted with an instant's delay. The brush of that green menace against her feet struck her like lightning. It was all she could do to stay standing, let alone keep moving, which would have only made it worse. Keeping her surging pee contained never crossed her awareness. It had already begun pounding out, forced through her bikini to pour from her shorts in a shimmering yellow stream. She reflexively pushed her hands into her crotch as hard as she could. If it did slow the flow, it did not help her any. A more noticeable effect was for the hot, sharp-scented liquid to spill between her fingers and coat her inner thighs before finally dripping into twin mud puddles where her feet stayed planted.     Given the circumstances, her parents had not gotten mad at her for making the minor scene about going with her brother, nor for abandoning him in that particular case. She let them assume she just could not hold it any longer, rather than admitting she had fallen victim to this peculiar secret weakness. Her last saving grace was being already equipped with a towel to sit on in the car, so even the back seat avoided mistreatment. Shelly had managed to get away from a huge accident with only damp shorts and a little teasing from Carson. The feeling returned to her when recalling the beach trip that she had gotten very lucky. And luck never lasts forever.     Three years after that fateful day, here sat the dorky quiet girl who twice covered herself with urine, invited to a party by Erica Montblanc. Occasional surges of anxiety hit her stomach, coming more frequently as the date drew near. There would be nothing to fear, though. Erica was clearly willing to overlook their differences in the social hierarchy-- a new school meant a clean slate, it seemed. And the party would take place at a park. Some blissful souls at the party, unaware of their fortune, might run around after shedding their shoes. Her heart leapt at the faintest chance she might join them, but vast swaths of the green piss-triggers were a certainty. Shelly would have no reason to so much as loosen her laces until getting home. But that was okay. Not a drop from her would go anywhere except a toilet. Everything was going to be fine. 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3: The Game     A little while later the group took a walk around the park. The tea was catching up with Shelly. It was easy to miss while sitting down, but now each step made a twinge down below. She could never announce her need for a bathroom to the cool kids, instead using furtive glances in an attempt to spot one. But before long, someone discovered the volleyball court before some woods at the park’s edge, filled with sand to be like playing at the beach. A volleyball was produced and people were talking about getting a game going.     “Yeah, let’s do it!” was the eventual cry. The group of would-be players excitedly tore off their shoes and hit the sand. Erica was among them; Shelly, having chosen the facing bleachers instead, took a note of the girl’s glossy hair and tan skin contrasting with her yellow tank top beside the net, for drawing purposes later. She is too freaking pretty, from head to literal toe.     “Come on, Shelly!” Erica yelled to her.     Crap. She didn’t know how to play volleyball, nor did she really want to learn. Plus, in an ironic twist, they had all dug their toes into the sand and the girl who wanted to do so the most had to remain stubbornly shod, especially now that needing a toilet caused her some concern. There would be no unplanned peeing to ruin the occasion. Erica had been too nice to her, though. She lacked the heart to say no, so steeled her bladder and proceeded to the court.     “What’s with the shoes?” Erica asked, pointing out the offending things. Everybody looked quizzically at Shelly. She really was the only one still wearing them. “Maybe she’s shy about her feet,” someone suggested, which started another flash of heat in her. Being reserved had made her the center of attention for the second time today.     The angel on her shoulder reinforced her shyness, even after it was called out, and reminded her of the pressing danger of a pee disaster if she stepped on grass. The devil told her to give in and take her shoes off. It would divert some focus away. Nobody would care about her feet if they were all doing the same, and she would get to revel in the rare sensory treat. Grass was all around, but she was safe on the sand. While everyone else had put their shoes under the bleachers on the pavement, she could place hers right at the edge of the court. That would let her put them on again without crossing even a few feet of grass.     Today, the devil won. She unlaced her sneakers and peeled off her socks in turn, placing them inside the shoes. To half-mocking applause at having joined the barefoot group, she returned to her spot on the court.     Dealing with the rising heat and knowing what to do in the game took a lot of her attention. But neither of those damaged her mood now. The sand she was used to was not this fine. The warm powder beneath and the breeze touching her previously suffering toes was nothing less than joyous. Eventually, the sun gave way to an overcast sky, making the temperature perfectly cool. She even forgot her urge to pee until the odd sudden lunge made it harder to hold.     That status quo could not continue, however. Her need to go to the bathroom got worse as the game went on. She had to hold with all her might to keep from leaking when the ball came her way. In a flailing attempt to save it, she sent it careening into the woods. A chorus of disappointed “Awws” came from her side.     “You hit it, you get it,” someone called. Her judgment had been given. It was across so much grass. She went to put her shoes on.     “You don’t need shoes, just go,” Erica urged, “I’ve been in there barefoot before and it’s not that bad.”     The image of Erica playing out the fantasy in her drawing did not help her ability to resist. A light drizzle began to dust the group from above. Some others had chimed in, telling her to hurry up and get the ball before the rain got too bad to play. “I just wanna put them on, okay?” Shelly insisted. She finally got her feet stuffed into them, and skipped tying the laces to appease the players. The shoes flopped clumsily while she crossed the distance, hopping the muddy ditch before the treeline.     Tracing the ball’s path into the woods helped her find it quickly. But it was not quick enough. As she reared back to throw the ball, the clouds opened. She was mostly sheltered by the tree canopy, but the rain pelted the rest, who retreated at full speed to an awning over the concession stand.     What luck. She whined at her sorry state-- alone in the trees during the downpour, with untied shoes, rain-flecked glasses, and wet hair stuck to her face, all while dying to pee and holding an orphaned volleyball. No other choice but to go after the other kids.     She fled the woods with all the speed her loose shoes allowed. When trying to hop the ditch to get out, she slipped on wet leaves. Thankfully, she avoided a fall, but caught herself by dropping her other foot in the ditch’s lowest pit, leaving her in ankle-deep slop.     “Eww!” she cried more in frustration than actual disgust. She wrenched her foot from the mud, which emerged covered in only a sodden striped sock. The sneaker was still in there.     After her initial outburst, she acted with clarity. Bracing herself on the bank, she dipped her hand in and pulled out the shoe. It was so evenly coated with dark muck she was certain it would never be clean again. At least with her sock protecting her, she would be yet immune from the tickling danger going back. She grimaced and started jogging with the drenched thing toward the volleyball court.     As quickly as it had come on, the rain stopped. The park took up a silence broken only by the leftover drops falling off their various perches. The other kids’ shoes had all been protected by the bleachers, and even their clothes had mostly been spared when they ran for cover.     Shelly had not been so lucky. Everyone stared at her saturated clothes, the only dry areas on her being under the arms and the crotch of her shorts. And in her current state, the latter would not stay dry for long either. But she had yet to find the bathroom. A shiver shook her. It was likely from the chill of her wet clothes, but with it came a strong, half-second jet of pee into her underwear.     She gasped and pressed her thighs together, not daring to check for a visible wet spot. It’s okay, she reassured herself, You can’t tell I just went in my pants a little. She had been at least this desperate often enough through the years. Losing a spurt or two just like that when needing to go was just something that happened. Outside of the incidents with the grass, she never once had a full-on accident growing up. There was no reason to believe she would run into real trouble this time. She would find the bathroom before her mom came to pick her up and the party would end having been a mostly positive experience.     After Shelly returned the volleyball to its owner, Erica hugged her again. “Sorry,” she said, “There wasn’t supposed to be any rain when we checked the weather!”     “I think I’d actually be better off if I stayed in the trees,” Shelly answered, wringing out her shirt. She deliberately dripped some water onto her shorts to hide any incriminating spots. Perhaps she could have gone into the woods a little deeper and squatted while away from the others.     “Your shoes are wrecked!” Erica noted, her mouth drawn at the pitiful sight, “Should have left them with ours.”     “I know, and now I’m paying for it. It’s alright though.”     “No it isn’t,” Erica asserted with her hands on her hips for mock-authority, “You can come to my house to dry off. I know I’m gonna change when we get there.” She gestured to the pattern of raindrops on her pale yellow top. It was wet enough to stick to her, but nothing compared to the redhead’s waterlogged clothes.     Shelly chewed her lip. “Alright,” she finally said. She meant to include “Just let me find the bathroom first” but failed to get the words out.     “Great,” Erica answered, giving a white smile, “Let’s go now, my parents already said it was fine.” She cupped her hands around her mouth and announced, “Party at my house!” The group erupted in cheers and trooped toward the parking lot. Erica told Shelly, “You can ride with us,” and locked a hand onto her wrist. To the parking lot they went.     Shelly gritted her teeth in following, never having found the bathroom at the park. The poor girl tried to keep pace with her legs tightly together. She tried to blame her new friend for the ordeal, but it was her own failure to express even once the need for a bathroom in hours that led her here. Former queen-of-cool Erica was being a total sweetheart, on the fast track to earning enough trust for Shelly to confide in her about her bodily needs. And with Shelly’s dwindling control of things, the luxury of staying quiet had run out.     But it was too late. Erica beat her to the first word. “Could you, like, maybe get your socks off before getting in? I’ve got a bag for your stuff. It’s just that my parents don’t want to get the car dirty.”     “Yeah,” Shelly thoughtlessly answered. She had already been barefoot around Erica once and wanted little more than to get the sopping things off. When gyrating to strip her dripping footwear without a place to sit, her need to go spiked. It would look really weird to change her mind and put the squelching socks back on. And despite having decidedly adventurous peds, the floor of a public restroom was still off-limits for her, even in as dire straits as these. Erica’s far-off bathroom stood as the only remaining chance. Already she dreamed up catastrophic scenarios of peeing a river in Mrs. Montblanc’s car.     The girls reached the parking lot. After Shelly updated her mom on her status, she was left to enjoy the moment. The feeling of wet pavement on her bare soles gave her a significant mood-lift. Despite it all, that sensation alone caused a buzz, enough to get her heart going and ease her pulsing bladder. She temporarily forgot her shyness and shared some giggles with Erica while splashing in puddles.     When Erica sat next to her in the back seat of the Mercedes, Shelly could breathe a little. Her urge had settled into a manageable ache. There was nothing to worry about.     The contentedness resulted before they started moving. In gear, that relative comfort fled. From the first speed bumps to leave the park, the road tested her stamina. And that was in a luxury car; were it her dad’s jeep, who knew if she could have made it. She sat board-straight for the longest time, with her hands clasped in her lap and her knees locked together. Somehow she made enough small-talk to deflect suspicion of a problem. The car rounded some sinuous curves a little aggressively into the Montblancs’ gated community, pressing Shelly against the door and Erica’s elbow into her stomach. That was when the next bladder-charge hit her. With the other girl extricating herself from Shelly’s lap, another leak started in her shorts. It was not a forceful one-- just enough trickled through to make a continuous flow. But it caused Shelly two or three seconds of panic until she twisted in her seat and pressed her crotch for dear life.     “Are you okay?” Erica asked.     “Yeah,” Shelly answered through gritted teeth. When she righted herself, dampness warmed her in new places. A blush was coming on already; she had to think of something to say. “It just hurt a little when you fell on me.”     “Sorry. At least we’re almost there.”     “It’s alright.” Although if Erica were not telling the truth, the chance for it to be alright disintegrated. Edited January 20, 2017 by AliasnameTO (see edit history)
4: The House Not a moment too soon, they reached the Montblanc residence. Theirs was the first car in the impromptu convoy pulling up behind, but none were pressed for space. The palm-lined driveway accommodated plenty, and the cavernous garage, still dwarfed by the house proper, certainly offered more. “Come on,” Erica said, “I’ve got some stuff for you to change into upstairs.” Shelly’s toes sunk into a lush carpet across the threshold. Despite the house’s palatial exterior, the same carpet harbored a considerable amount of grit, not all of it having been that she brought from outside. The soil was part of a scene of chaos which took Shelly by surprise. She expected statues and classy furniture, and there were both of those things. However, a lot of it held a thick layer of concrete dust like that in the rug, with the rest being obscured by tarps and plywood. Erica apologized again. “Sorry about the house, we’re renovating. Upstairs is fine though.” Thank God. Upstairs to a toilet and salvation. Her bladder tossed in her abdomen, but Shelly was willing to climb the steps. She followed Erica in the home stretch. Now was her chance to catch Erica before anything else happened. “Uh, I kinda have to go to the bathroom,” Shelly said, aware of how awkward it sounded while kicking herself for understating things so gravely. “Hold on a sec, my room’s right here. Let me get some stuff out for you.” Was it odd to be told to wait in a host’s house like this? Granted her social experience left something to be desired, but it was not the answer Shelly expected. Frustration flared in her; it was hard enough to tell the popular girl her body cried out to release buckets. Now she got blocked again. Erica rummaged through a dresser while her guest tried to stand still. The attempt did not last for long, though. Another wave of piss rushed forth, making Shelly squeak and cross her legs. A runnel still forced its way through. “What’s wrong?” Erica repeated. She had retrieved a white printed T-shirt and pink skinny jeans, looking up just in time for Shelly to answer. “Nothing,” she automatically replied. When she most needed a lie to work, as always and now, it failed. Erica’s incredulous expression dispelled her nonchalance. Shelly had run out of ideas to get out of appearing babyish. Her facade crumbled, and she bent over in a pleading posture. “I’m sorry, I just have to go so bad.” Erica was now free to picture her carrying a ton of pent-up urine and running out of strength to hold it. Shelly’s face grew hot again, but abandoning secrecy alone gave some relief. “Me too actually,” Erica said, making a show of squeezing between her own legs. “But the water’s shut off until they’re done with the pipes. We have to go in the guest house.” Hearing the news made Shelly’s urine seethe at the gates. She could not prevent a moan of desperation, but made no effort to cut it short. She had already surrendered her shame and joined at least one ally in having to go. Before showing her the bathroom, Erica had other plans. “You can change up here first if you want,” she said, “How are you comfortable being that cold and wet?” The description caught Shelly for a beat until realizing it was rainwater Erica referenced. Her shorts were certainly spotted if not soaked through in places. But with their navy color and how wet she was from the deluge, only a very determined observer could speculate she had been wetting her pants a little at a time. Shelly managed a smile. “I’m not,” she admitted, “Being dry would be nice.” Never mind it’s not all raindrops. The words served as enough of a decision for Erica. She had her tank top over her head without hesitation, shedding her jeans right after. Shelly caught the hint and began to peel off her own clothes, the unfamiliarity of doing it with company making her skin that much more averse to light. There was nowhere to hide. To make things worse, Erica homed in on Shelly’s white briefs, a grin building in her cheeks. Shelly followed the girl’s eyes downward. As she feared, a yellowish blot in the gusset revealed they had absorbed a fair amount of moisture. Erica pointing to it, asking, “Is that wet spot from…” In better privacy, Shelly might have carried on wearing the chill panties, unperturbed by the odd bitter whiff or by how they rubbed her skin. It had to be normal, and they would dry. After all, who in the world could wear underwear their whole lives and never get pee in them? Erica’s eyes being where they were challenged that blasé opinion. Shelly lived a little eternity that moment. She stood frozen in place, close enough to naked while maintaining eye contact with Erica Montblanc, the fabric full of her piss in full view. And worse, unless she got to a toilet, the wet spot’s renewal was on the way. This is it. Erica was going to cease being friends with her before spreading Shelly’s indignity throughout the school, returning the upstart to loner-dom where she belonged. Erica’s hand flew to her mouth and she nearly bent double giggling at such a spectacle. She must have seen the fright in Shelly’s face, though, because she started to compose herself. “Aww, Shelly, you said you kinda had to go, not that you’re literally peeing yourself!” she said, doing her best to keep her reaction under control, “Come on and finish changing so we can go.” Finally, a real prospect for relief. The shirt Erica lent was tight under Shelly’s arms. Similarly, she had trouble with the fit of the jeans. The fabric was part elastic, so putting them on was not a challenge. Buttoning them, however, would not come so easily. They probably would have fit fine if not for her distended belly. In forcing the button closed, another shiver rocked her, as did an accompanying leak. Shelly put new vigor into holding on. Peeing in her own clothes was one thing. To do it in someone else’s occupied a new level of unacceptability. Under no circumstances could that happen. “Sorry if they don’t fit just right,” Erica commented, “But I bet they still feel better.” “Mhm,” was Shelly’s response. Stopping more leaks now took all of her effort. The snug fit of the jeans, since they squeezed her from beneath as well as at the waistline, actually helped somewhat after she had gotten the button closed. What an impending accident felt like remained in the realm of imagination. But the amount of pain she was in mounted, and her lower region began to tingle from the constant exertion. Her heart thumped. She breathed deeply in an attempt to stave off panic, putting one foot in front of the other following Erica downstairs. Entertaining thoughts of losing it all did her no good. Edited January 20, 2017 by AliasnameTO (see edit history)
5: The Yard In the side yard, the second stage of the party had gotten underway. People chatted and played games while Mr. Montblanc manned the grill. Since the sun had emerged again, Erica’s sister had set up a slip-n-slide. The guest house sat across the yard. However, no walkway or stepping stones led to it. The only paved path wound back to the front of the main house and down the sidewalk-- certainly the scenic route. With the way her bladder muscles were trembling, doubt in her ability to hold it crept in. Panic began to rattle her. But the alternative to the long walk was a huge span of grass; a shortcut was out of the question. Shelly got one step down the path before Erica grabbed her again. “You don’t need to go all the way around. We can cut across this way before you have a bigger accident.” “I don’t want to crush the grass, though,” was Shelly’s second transparent lie. Erica would not let it go. “My parents don’t care, we run around out here all the time. Come on!” Shelly’s stomach twisted, but protesting was useless. She stood with her toes right at the edge where concrete gave way to green. Her bladder tossed inside her. If she did not do something soon, she would probably lose control anyway, grass or no grass.     “What are you waiting for? Let’s go!” Erica dragged her to her destiny.     Focused as Shelly was on the door across the lawn, and on her tenuous ability to hold, the grass had little effect. She was numb to it, stepping left-right-left with it brushing her pink soles just as before. Although she registered the tickling, there was no total weakness to it as before. She grinned while looking down at her progress. She was doing it! All while having to go far worse than she had the last two times in this situation.     She was not sure what had changed. It happened at some point after she entered the grass and before she got a hand on the facing doorknob. Whatever immunity she had gained just as suddenly abandoned her. Her progress halted and she caved to the full force of grass tickling between her toes at the slightest move. She went from zero to peeing all-out, making a splashing sound that changed pitch as it filled her panties and kept coming. She bent over and crossed her legs. Her feet brushed the grass more during the move, making the disaster running warmly in her jeans spray out even a little harder. The sun glimmered on the wet trails extending to the hems of the pink skinnies.     For the second time today, Shelly got a considerable soaking. But this time, it was only below the waist, and instead of pure water, consisted of acrid piss. The whole experience felt worse than she remembered or imagined. The jeans, obviously wet in a fan shape extending from her crotch, clung to her thighs, and already began to cool by the time she had shed the last drops. It did not matter that people around took little notice; Shelly had not ever prepared herself for the possibility of a total accident, in front of everyone no less. There was no hope for recovery or escape. Her face burned. And against her resolve she had pummelled Erica’s pants. A lump rose in her throat. She refrained from loudly sobbing, but still sniffled. Keeping it together now was not going to happen. Trying to hold back the tears worked for only a moment before they spilled onto her cheeks.     She looked up at Erica, who had turned around with a stunned expression. The girl must have gotten an idea. “Hang on for a sec,” she said, running off. Too late for that. Shelly now had no one with her.     All manner of bad things haunted her mind while she stood there wet to the ankles. Erica had run into the backdoor of the garage. Moments later, sprinkler heads popped up all over the yard and began hosing the area. The sprinklers would not do any real damage. All the sensitive property like speakers and food were out of range. But the water was cold and people ran away from them regardless. All except those who escaped immediately suffered a good spray on their lower half. In the mayhem, Erica came back and beckoned Shelly the rest of the way to the guest house where they both ran inside and sank against the wall. Present when she first discovered her problem, another sprinkler now gave her deliverance.     It was Shelly’s turn, tear-streaked face and all, to hug Erica. “That was genius!” she said, squeezing water-- clean water-- out from her clothes. “Thank you so much. And sorry about your pants.”     Erica beamed, and then shrugged. “They’re my sister’s pants,” she confessed, “So I don’t care if you pee in them.” She shared a laugh before continuing. “You’re welcome. I just got an idea to help you and ran with it.”     “Why, though?” Shelly asked. Her shame returned with a vengeance. “I thought you were going to get mad and kick me out. I’m not a part of your group anyway.”     Erica’s features knotted in sympathy. “Well, you seemed cool but never talked to me after that one project. I left you alone because I thought you didn’t like me. Until I realized you were just shy, or introverted! That’s it. But then you said yes to the invite, and I had a lot of fun with you today. And you wanna know something? I had another reason to help you hide your accident.”     Shelly wiped her face, curiosity overtaking dismay. “Oh?” she said.     “One of my friends knows your brother Carson, and told me about how when you went barefoot on grass you peed your pants right away. I wanted to see if it was true.” Erica held up her hands. “But please don’t get mad, I didn’t do anything to you! Everything I just said about having fun was the truth!”     Shelly had her heart lifted and summarily thrown down. Her invitation had been, at least in part, a mean-spirited test. “The truth still hurts.” The sweetness Erica had shown all day made up for the brush with betrayal, but there need not have been any betrayal at all.     “I’m sorry,” Erica said while Shelly decided what to think, “Maybe this will make it a little better. I actually can’t believe I’m about to tell you this. But I will because I saw you do it first.” She leaned in and whispered, “I... wet the bed. Like, a lot. You’re lucky if you end up with peed-in panties once instead of all the time and have to wear a glorified diaper to sleep.” She gripped Shelly’s hands. “I felt like I needed to believe the story. And when I saw your wet spot earlier, I couldn’t describe it. It was like, ‘she might be somebody a little like me.’”     Shelly could not believe her ears. Glamorous, popular, talented Erica, with the capacity for casual meanness, wet her bed well into high school. And while Shelly interpreted her own presence at the party as a sick joke, it had been Erica’s way of seeking someone who would listen. “It’s okay,” she finally said, “Apology accepted.”     The girls stayed in the guest house until they dried enough to walk without dripping. Shelly’s mom came by soon after to pick her up. Erica returned the wet clothes and empty tea jug while saying goodbye.     “You can bring back my stuff whenever,” Erica said, hugging Shelly once more before she left, “See you in school.”     “Yeah, see you.” Shelly closed the car door, a profound sense of fulfillment settling in her. Erica used to be a celebrity she slightly envied but mostly wished away. Today she had turned into someone real, to be cared for and missed. After everything, were they friends now?     “How was the party?” her mom asked.     Shelly gestured to the clothes in the bag and on her body. “Wet,” she answered, giggling.     “I can see that. Glad you had a good time.”     “Me too.”     The day had not changed Shelly. She still liked drawing, rainbows, cats, and solitude. But her comfort zone had expanded, with Erica’s help. She had gotten to be barefoot around others, away from a swimming activity at least, for longer than ever. Someday she might tackle the ability to put her feet on grass without peeing herself. But for now, she had gotten her feet wet when it came to making friends. And when the time came for further achievements, she would have someone at her side. -------------------------- Edited January 20, 2017 by AliasnameTO formatting (see edit history)
A/N: You really don't need to know much about Vamp to read this, all you gotta know is, Watt's a dhampyr who is also the mayor, really fucking two-faced cos he's so polite and friendly as a mayor, but he's actually just a piece of trash deep inside. Though, if you're interested in reading Vamp!, you can download the unofficial translation here, as it has not been translated in the US yet. http://untuned-strings.blogspot.com/p/vamp.html Watt can barely remember the last time he slept. He’s probably gone two days without actually sleeping; he’s probably gone an entire 48 hours, maybe more, without sleeping. Unfortunately for him, given his life as someone with one foot in the day and one in the night, not sleeping is par for the course, though it’s been a while since it was ever this bad. To make matters worse, he’s had one hell of a busy day, and it’s been even harder to stay awake after his eventful nights. He pretty much depends on coffee at this point, but today he’s certain that he’s consumed a dangerous amount of caffeine. Anything to get him through his many meetings and public events, anything to get him through his assortment of pain-in-the-ass mayoral duties. The day is nearly over, which means that he’s almost free from this hell, but he’s not breathing easy yet. The problem is, drowning himself in caffeine has quite the side effect, and he’s had to piss for hours now, and has not had a single, spare second to take care of that. After all he’s had to drink, his bladder is absolutely throbbing, which proves to be an awful distraction, and puts a strain on him that he struggles to keep below the surface. If anyone notices that his smile is a little more forced than usual, then nobody says anything. But, as much as Watt fights to hide the problem, that doesn’t change the fact that the problem exists to begin with, and as time passes, it grows worse and worse until it is nearly unbearable, and still he has to bear it, because he hasn’t had enough free time, and there’s no way in hell he’s going to cut into a meeting or end up late for something over this. He’s better than that, goddammit, and he can make it for as long as he needs to. Even as the pressure builds to the point that every step he takes is painful, he never lets onto it, and he never considers taking an extra break. If he has to wait until the end of the day, then he has to wait until the end of the day, and there’s nothing he can do to help that. This is one part of his human side that he despises; he actually needs the sorts of liquid a human does, rather than drinking as a luxury, which means that he faces the consequences of it far more often than a full vampire ever would. He’s grown up with it, though, and he usually doesn’t dwell on how much of an inconvenience it is, until times like this, when he really wishes he didn’t have to. (Of course, vampire or not, drinking this much coffee would have had the same effect either way.) Watt has promised himself that he’s going to get himself with his dignity intact, because he’s not some fucking weakling who can’t even hold his own piss. So what if he’s been struggling for going on three hours now? He could struggle for three more, if he wanted to! But, fortunately for him, this late meeting is the last thing he has to do, and then he has to take the short walk back to City Hall, where he can visit a bathroom before either heading home or holing up in his office for another long night. He’s sitting with his thighs clenched together, grateful for the table that obscures just how tense he is from the waist down, and from time to time, he jiggles his knees and nobody notices. On his face is the blank smile that is his default expression when he’s dealing with the public, and he’s certain that he looks much more relaxed than he feels. Clenching his fists under the table, he shifts his weight imperceptibly and tries to ignore the extra pressure that sitting adds to the situation. When a question is directed at him, he always takes a breath to make sure that his voice isn’t shaking. He responds with an even tone, a false hint of cheerfulness behind every word, and the meeting keeps dragging on. Normally, these aren’t entirely troublesome, or at least, these sorts of meetings aren’t the worst part of his job. In fact, they normally go by rather quickly, but everything feels like it’s going slower when he’s struggling against his bladder like this. While he answers questions and contributes to the meeting, his thoughts usually consist of the same phrase on repeat. Fuck, I have to piss so fucking bad. Fuck, I have to piss so fucking bad! It’s been a very long time since he’s been this full, and even so, he can’t quite remember if it’s ever gone this far before. His bladder hurts so much that he feels a little sick, and his beats one fist on his thigh while shifting in his seat again. It’s going to kill him to make even the walk to City Hall, he realizes, and he finds himself growing more and more annoyed with anything that is said. Every word that is spoken pisses him off more and more, as it drags the meeting on that much longer, and his responses grow shorter and shorter, until finally, he has to bring things to a close. “Alright, everyone,” he says, hoping that his voice doesn’t betray his situation. “I think we’ve just about covered everything we need to today. It’s getting a little late, so I think we can bring the meeting to a close, and if there’s anything else you feel needs to be addressed, please make a note of it for next time. If it’s urgent, I can be reached through my secretary tomorrow.” He rises even though it pains him, and it pains him even more to try to stay still, but he does it, waiting for everyone to come through and shake his hand and say their goodbyes. All the while, he imagines slugging each and every one of them for making this go on longer than it should have, until he’s finally able to watch them all go. He waits until the room is cleared before he leaves, and he takes a moment by himself to try to regain his composure, bouncing up and down at his knees. This is so humiliating that it’s infuriating, but he’s past the point of caring just as long as he is able to make it to a bathroom before things get disastrous. Finally, he feels ready to go outside, but the walk to City Hall is so torturous that he can hardly breathe. Each step threatens to send him over the edge, and he can’t stop his hands from shaking, and he’s so fucking mad about all of this, it’s so stupid that he’s had to hold it for this long and that he’s been pushed to his limits like this. He’s just walking up the steps when he feels a spurt escape him, and he has to pause right outside of City Hall to squeeze his thighs together, praying that there is no one passing by to notice the way he’s trembling, about to lose it in front of his place of work. The hot burst of liquid does not soak through his pants, thankfully, but it’s a sign that he’s only got a few minutes before the worst case scenario becomes a reality. Throwing open the door, he walks down the hallway at the fastest pace his overfull bladder will allow, making his way to the bathrooms. It’s late, so there aren’t many people in the building and he doesn’t have to be as careful about how he walks, considering there isn’t anyone in the hallway to see him. However, he doesn’t consider just how late it is, or who is in the building, until he reaches the bathroom. Both of the bathrooms are closed for cleaning, because the nightly cleaning staff has settled in, and he knows that they won’t be done soon, and certainly not soon enough to avoid the inevitable. Watt is torn between crying, screaming, and punching something, but he does neither, his humiliation and anger and desperation so overwhelming that all he can do is hobble to his office. There’s no way he’ll be able to make it home, and there isn’t another bathroom in the building, and he doesn’t have any options now. He feels another leak on his walk, and another, and he’s sure that he’s getting close to leaking through his pants, but he just keeps moving, until he’s in his office and can lock the door behind him, and then all he can do is bend over his desk. Supporting himself by his hands, his shoulders sag and he lets out a long, pathetic groan as he begins to piss himself, his bladder pushed too far beyond its limit. Slowly, his dark gray pants are soaked through, until the stream has picked up and the hot liquid gushes out of him, running down run of his legs and splashing onto the hardwood floor beneath him with a loud hiss- and never has he been so grateful that he had the office renovated when he first got elected, removing the carpets. At the very least, the cleanup won’t be too hard on him, and he’s going to do the cleanup on his own, because he’d rather die than have anyone know that this happened to. Relief washes over him in such strong waves that he forgets his own humiliation for a moment because it feels so good to finally be empty. His bladder still cramps from how he stretched it beyond its limits, but this is nothing compared to the pain he was in before. Taking a few shaky breaths, he slumps forward to lean on his elbows, sighing, exhausted from the effort. His pants are starting to get cold, and he’s going to have to find a way to get out of here without anyone seeing him like this, but that shouldn’t be too much of a problem. As good as it feels to finally relax, he knows he has to start dealing with the aftermath, and he reflexively reaches in the pocket of his suit jacket to switch his non-prescription glasses for his more suitable shades. The humiliation is immense, and he doubts he’s going to be able to forget about this any time soon, but it’s over now, and he’s got to move forward and get home and shower and change his clothes, and make sure his office remains locked until he can get back to clean up the puddle in front of his desk. It looks like it’s going to be another long night for him.
"Nice toe-loop, Yuri!" (y/n) shouted from across the rink. She wasn't quite as good at ice skating as her crush was, but she was working on it! Yuri had started his agape routine when he noticed just how long he had put off using the bathroom. He could hold it for a few minutes, though, he was 15 not 4! He continued skating and ignored his growing need, but (y/n) did see the slight hesitation in his jumps. After he had finished, (y/n) skated up to him. "Nice! Ready to go back to the hot springs? Viktor and Yuuri said they'd have dinner ready by the time we were done with practice." (y/n) stated plainly. Yuri nodded and they went to take their skates off. Yuri winced as he realized just how full his bladder was. He considered telling (y/n) that he needed to go, but he immediately rejected the idea. Despite his seemingly limitless confidence, he actually had a really shy bladder and would NOT tell people he needed to pee until he had 1 minute at most until completely losing control. He sat down with a small grunt and proceeded to untie his skates. He was bouncing his legs absent-mindedly and fidgeting, but luckily it seemed that (y/n) hadn't noticed his predicament. They collected their stuff and started their walk towards the older Yuuri's house. Yuri had his thighs pressed together and his fists were clenched tightly at his sides. The constant shaking didn't help either. (y/n) tapped him on the shoulder and he jumped, leaking slightly. "W-what?!" Yuri snapped harshly, blushing wildly. "Woah, chill out. You seemed tense so I was going to ask if you were ok." (y/n) said before she turned and continued walking. He followed her, but his pace was progressively getting slower. He couldn't stop moving and was squirming constantly now. After a few minutes, Yuri let out a long spurt and gasped. He panicked and froze in place. By that time, (y/n) had turned to face him. She walked towards him and placed both hands on his shoulders, holding him still. "You should've said that you needed to use the bathroom before we left." She said stubbornly. Yuri blushed and scoffed. "I don't need to piss, idiot!" He yelled, scowling and standing up straight before walking away briskly. (y/n) trotted to keep up. "Will you be able to make it or should we stop?" She asked with a concerned tone. "I told you! I don't need to pee!" Yuri spat, though his shaky, uneven breathing gave him away. (y/n) rolled her eyes. "I can't do anything about it if you refuse to accept the fact you need to use the restroom." She said matter-of-factly. He was about to argue when an intense wave of desperation washed over him. He doubled over and his hands shot to his crotch. His legs were twisted together like a pretzel and he was blushing furiously. (y/n) looked around and saw that they were in a small forest-like area, conveniently for them. "Here, go behind that tree." (y/n) said calmly.  "I-I... I d-don't need... to..." He was stuttering and panting. he let out a quiet whimper. "Dude, just admit it. I'm not going to think any less of you." (y/n) giggled playfully. Yuri blushed and was about to protest yet again when a 3 second stream came out, making a visible wet patch on the front of his pants. "F-fine... I need- nngh." He groaned softly and bit his lip. He didn't have much time. (y/n) motioned towards the tree. As much as his dignity protested, it was either that or wet himself. He waddled over to the tree. "Turn arou- ah!" He leaked again. "ohgod ohno ohno ohno. Turn around ohgod pleaseturnaround Ican'tholditanymore." his words were jumbling together and he was fidgeting with his zipper. (y/n) turned swiftly and waiting for the sound of liquid hitting the dirt, but it never came. She heard a choked sob and turned to see Yuri with tears streaming down his beat-red face. "I can't! I can't! Oh god it hurts so bad." The Russian cried out as (y/n) ran up to him. He was hyperventilating and (y/n) worried that he might pass out. His eyes were screwed shut tight and he was biting his lip. "Yuri, it's alright. Calm down. Tell me what's wrong." (y/n) said, her voice giving way to her panic. "I-I... Bladder- NNGH! Bladder s-shy," he gasped, his hands glued between his legs. (y/n)'s face fell and she took Yuri's hand. "Yuri. Unzip your pants." She said sternly. "W-WHAT?!" He yelled, freezing and opening his eyes wide. "Do it. Aim towards the tree." She demanded. He was too desperate to question it at this point and he shuffled back to face the tree. He unzipped his pants and held himself, still dancing on the spot. (y/n) came up behind him and hugged him to her. He spurted and gasped, whining. She put one hand on his swollen bladder and pushed gently. Yuri let out a strangled yelp. "NO WHATAREYOUDOING?!" He yelled, "y-you're gonna make me pee! I can't hold it! It's going to come out! Shit shit shit (y/n) stop I really can't hold it anymore I'm gonna-" He gasped and choked on a sob. He was about to pee in front of his crush! "That's the point, you doof. You need to pee but can't so I'm helping you." She rubbed on his bladder in circles as he danced in her arms. He whimpered and gasped loudly when the dam broke. "NONONONONONONO (Y/N) HELP I CAN'T STOP IT IT'S NOT STOPPING." He cried, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. (y/n) removed her hands from his stomach and ran them through his hair. "It's alright, Yuri. Relax. Like I said, I won't think of you any less. It's ok, you can let go." (y/n) said soothingly. Yuri reluctantly relaxed and sighed contently as urine gushed out of him, making a muddy puddle in the dirt. The sound of pee hitting the ground was incredibly loud and he blushed, but the relief was overwhelming and he felt his knees give out. (y/n) caught him and held him up until his stream slowed to a trickle and eventually stopped. He regained his balance and fell backwards, curling in on himself into a tiny ball with his head between his knees. "Yuri." "Leave me alone!" He whimpered. He felt arms wrap around him before he was pulled out of his ball-like position into the warm, comforting embrace of (y/n). He shook in her arms before letting out a sob and starting to cry quietly into her shoulder. Once he finished crying, (y/n) lifted his chin so he was looking her in the eyes. "Feel better?" She asked soothingly. He nodded bashfully before shivering. (y/n) threw her coat over him and pressed her lips against his. Yuri melted into the kiss and closed his eyes before (y/n) pulled away. Yuri smiled sheepishly before saying: "If you do this everytime I wet myself, maybe I should do it more often." Edited January 23, 2017 by Smol and Angry (see edit history)
Red faced, panting and sweating despite the freezing cold air, I slammed my hand against the front wall of the house. My watch read: 07:49. Not my best time, but at least I'll make it to the exam. Downing my bottle of water, I entered and set the shower running to heat up while I grabbed another drink to quench my raging thirst. Twenty minutes later I was out of the door, clad in a pair of light blue skinny jeans and my tattered university hoody. I half-jogged to the university, ready to take on my bi-annual role of invigilator. I made it to the building with three minutes to spare and wandered down the hall in search of the toilets, knowing I was in a three hour exam today. It was one of those annoying buildings with one per floor, alternating in gender, and to my dismay I was pee-er non grata on the ground floor. I span on my heels and marched off in search of stairs, but was stopped by Gavin, my co-invigilator.  "Morning, Becky," he smiled "you're going the wrong way, we're over here today" "Thanks, Gav, but I'm just off for a quick pee before we start."  "You sure? The students will be here any minute." Too polite to waste anyone's time I tried the time-honoured test of trying to let a little out and, coming back dry, decided I'd be okay to wait for the end of the exam. We walked to the room together chatting about nothing in particular, and set up the desks with papers before allowing the students in. We read the riot act and began the exam; only after the first half hour of the exam did my mind return to my bladder. I could feel it steadily filling up and cast my mind back over the morning, realising that I hadn't peed since waking up in the middle of the night and had, in my efforts to stay hydrated, had quite a lot to drink in the morning. A surge of panic swept over me which I managed to quickly calm; my bladder was only filling up slowly and I could almost certainly make it. Another half hour passed and I was proved wrong. Sidling up to Gavin I whispered "Is there any chance of me getting a toilet break?" "Sorry, love, we're the only exam in this building, no chance of anyone coming to take your place." Shit. I could feel the pressure building in my abdomen and knew I was in for a tricky ride. "It's just, ladies problems" I lied, hoping Gavin's manners would convince him to bend the rules. "Oh. Right. Erm... Why don't you go behind the big desk at the back for some privacy and see what you can do, and I'll text to see if anyone can come over from another building." I obliged, shuffling to the back of the room where I grabbed my bag and sat behind the big desk, pretending to attend to my fake problem. I rummaged in my bag and pulled out a pad, forgetting I'd made the whole thing up to avoid admitting I had to pee. I decided to make the most of the cover, and slid it into my knickers, hoping it would stay in place and help it the worst came to the worst. Gavin's phone buzzed at the front of the room, and he shook his head at me with an apologetic look. Two hours in and I was bursting. Gavin had kindly allowed me to sit down at the back while he patrolled the room, but still my need was unbearable. Made worse by the seemingly constant flow of students getting up to be escorted to the toilet. Watching them squirm as they left made me feel slightly better, but their relieved faces on return made my bladder scream in protest. Luckily for me it was an engineering exam, so there was only one female student, who hadn't needed escorting yet. I watched the clock slowly tick, urging my aching urethra to stay closed as my bladder grew rock solid. Finally only half an hour remained, I had almost made it. I could imagine myself now, sat on that glorious porcelain bowl, emptying my poor, stretched bladder with an almighty flow. I clenched and slid a hand into my now unbuttoned jeans to stop an eager spurt. I mustn't think about peeing. I mustn't think about peeing. The female student raised her hand, Gavin nodded at me and indicated her with his eyebrows. I stood up and waddled towards her, my body begging for release with each step. "Are you finished?" I asked "No, sorr. I erm. I have to go." She blushed "So you are finished?" "No, I have to go." "Right, okay," I grimaced, "come with me" I led her out of the room and into the corridor, we stood at the lifts, both of us shifting from foot to foot. She was a very small girl, fidgeting with the hem of her dress as we waited. After what seemed like an eternity the lift arrived, we stepped in and went up to the first floor. As if it was excited a toilet was near, my subconscious made my bladder clench and send a squirt into my pad. We exited the lift and the student walked quickly towards the toilet door. "Hold on!" I shouted, "I have to check they're empty first." She stopped dead in her tracks outside the door and bent over, shoving her hands in her crotch and dancing from foot to foot. "Please be quick then, it's really urgent." I opened the toilet door and found a room full of closed stalls, I walked around, checking each one, losing control for half a second every time I opened a door, my bladder begging me for the relief that was a foot away. Finding the room to be empty I walked back out to find the girl with her dress hiked up, both hands buried in her crotch, no longer caring what I saw or thought. "All clear" I smiled, my body protesting at having to leave the toilet so full. She barged through the door, leaving me outside, only able to imagine the relief we both so urgently needed. Suddenly another girl came flying round the corner, running towards the toilet. "Can I go in?" She asked, hopping from foot to foot "Yes." I said, "but that means I have to..." Before I could finish my sentence she was in, and I followed her, greeted by the sight of my student pissing like a racehorse with the door wide open. For such a small girl she could hold a lot of pee. The other girl burst into a stall, but managed to lock the door before I was greeted with the noise of her powerful stream hitting the water. I couldn't control myself. I started weeing and had totally saturated my pad by the time I had clamped down with both hands. The student was now wiping herself, and came out of her stall with a relieved grin "that was close!" she laughed. "Look," I begged "I'd never usually ask this but please could you just wait there for a second while I go?" "Sorry, but I really need all the time I have in the exam." She grinned. That little bitch was enjoying this. "Shall we go?" And so it was that I left the bathroom for the second time, still no more relieved than before. We returned to the exam room, and for the last 20 minutes I was confined to behind my desk, shaking my legs and grasping my bits to try and keep my bladder under control. At first I just about managed it, but when Gavin gave the fifteen minute warning I knew I had no chance. I gave in and let nature run its course, flooding my knickers and jeans with hot, well-diluted pee. At first the pain was incredible, my bladder forcing pee out at too slow a rate for its satisfaction cramping as I filled my pants, but in the end the relief took over, I shuddered with ecstasy as I finally fully emptied myself. And that, dear reader, is why the first thing I now do after a run, is pee!
When we were about 12 years old, my twin brother Greg and I went to stay the summer at our grandmother's house in Alabama. Little did we know how strict our Grandmother was and she was also a crazy, pyscho-Christian.  Now we'd been to church a few times maybe for Easter or Christmas in the past but we were unprepared for the kind of piety that Grandmother would govern with.  That first weekend, we were set to head out to church in the late morning but the kids next door had gotten a new puppy and oh my god! Puppies!  So Greg and I were absolutely over there on the double that morning to play with her, and we'd lost track of time.  The next thing we know, between puppy licks and throwing a little ball for her on the neighbors' front porch, Grandmother is hollering at us to get in the car NOW.  On the way to church, Grandmother is pissed and going on and on about us having played with a dog in our church clothes.  I'm wearing a Sunday dress and Greg is in a pressed shirt and slacks.  When we get to church, we're late and the services have already started and both Greg and I have to use the bathroom because we didn't go before leaving and the car ride is 30 minutes at least and we figured we could use the facilities before the service but our Grandmother wasn't having any of it and she is already angry as a ram so we tip toe in and sit down on the pews and Grandmother insists on getting the ones furthest to the front even though it means drawing extra attention to ourselves coming in late.  Services are long, 2+ hours long, and I am honest to God, really struggling.  My bladder is bulging and I'm glad that for once I'm wearing a dress so no trouser waistband is putting any extra pressure on my stomach.  It's not so bad when we're sitting and listening to the preacher but throughout the service there are times where we're supposed to stand in prayer and bow our heads and sing stuff and church if that's not already difficult enough for two twelve year olds, pretty soon Greg and I are positively desperate.  Requests to our Grandmother to please, PLEASE let us pee are furiously shut down.  I can't stand still, I just can't.  I'm shifting my weight back and forth and squeezing my thighs together and lifting my knees and marching in place and leaning forward and I'm pretty sure Grandmother will kill me if she sees me holding myself "touching my privates in church" and the sin of it all.  We're singing a hymn and the lyrics are being projected onto the wall in front of me but I'm too distracted by my desperation to see any of it or remotely participate in or find remote meaning in the worship.  My hands are balled into fists and I'm just DYING to hold myself right now.  I keep stealing glances up at my Grandmother standing right next to me and there's no way I can get away with it.  I find the waistband of my panties through the fabric of my dress and I realize that if I pull up, the fabric of my panties put desperately needed pressure on my pee hole and before I know it I have the fabric of my panties wadded up in my fist though my dress and I'm yanking it up giving myself the biggest frontal wedgie on the planet and praising God or Jesus or whoever for the tiny bit of relief it gave me.  I take this moment to look over to my right to see how Greg is doing and his hand, the hand furthest from Grandmother's view is stuffed deep in the pocket of his trousers and he's clearly holding his penis for all he is worth.  I can literally track the waves of desperation as they wash over him because the next thing I know, he's literally alternating between jumping up and down and hunching over while squeezing his thighs together and then I'm thinking, my god he's going to piss his pants before I do but then it's over and he's able to almost look like he wasn't about to piss himself 2 seconds ago.  Eventually, my wadded up panty trick becomes insufficient and I can't get enough pressure on my pee hole with it to make a difference and as another wave of desperation hits me I'm practically running in place trying to hold it in without holding myself because if I do Grandmother will kill me or worse.  In my frantic attempt to outlast a wave of desperation that hits me, I've pulled my panties so far up that I've brought half my dress with it and unconsciously exposing myself and at this Grandmother leaned over and slapped my hand away and told me that I the devil punishes this kind of slutty behavior.  Honestly, there's no WAY it's not clear that we're both desperate and we're both begging in hushed whispers for our Grandmother to let us go and she shuts us down with dagger eyes and she threatens to hit us hard the moment we get home if we don't pull ourselves together and have some respect for the Lord and there would be absolutely no leaving before the service was over.  Finally, FINALLY we're allowed to sit back down for I'm able to get my bladder under control by sitting reasonably like a normal human being while jiggling my leg like a jackhammer.  I glance over at Greg again and he's also seemed to reach a modicum of control although his right hand never levels his pocket and I am wildly envious that he can hold onto his penis for dear life and sitting further away from Grandmother he seems to be slipping it under her radar.  And then the waves of desperation start coming again and his comes first and I can tell because he starts squirming and fanning his legs in and out in and out and every other time he'd bring them in he'd squeeze his thighs frantically together before fanning again he's actually moaning and breathing hard now and I thought he was doing better than I was but now I can see that he's clearly worse off.  And for a second we make eye contact and there's perspiration on his brow and a wild look in his eyes.  At one point at the apex of Greg's wave of desperation he is actually squeezing his dick with both hands I'm worried he's going to crack a nut by the way he's squeezing his thighs together and then it's past like a storm out at sea moves through and then it's over...  I leaned over and whisper to him, asking if he's wet himself yet and he's like, "I'm SO close." Pretty soon jiggling my leg isn't doing it for me anymore and just my luck we're required to stand again for what I am praying for is the final hymn and it's in standing up that shifts the precarious dams entirely and practically sends me over the edge suddenly it's like I'm drowning and I'm doing everything I can not to have an accident in the middle of the church congregation. I plunge both hands deep into my my crotch and I start furiously pee pee dancing but then I start to feel it coming out and I sit right back down and attempt to weather the wave of desperation by rocking while sitting on the edge of the pew and Grandmother hauls me up again pinches my arm hard and tells me "When the minister says stand, you stand, bitch."  I couldn't believe what my Grandmother called me.  I couldn't believe that a woman could act so fucking pious and then call her grand daughter a bitch right in the middle of church.  I'm hunched over and dancing and squirming and I'm grabbing myself as hard as I can, rubbing my pee hole, rubbing my thighs together, my dress is hiked up and my panties are exposed because my hands are buried so deep in my crotch but I'm too desperate to be conscious of this. I'm fully engaged in every single trick in the book, still frantically trying to get control of my bladder and I'm so upset and starting to spurt and that does it.  Our Grandmother is a fraud, a terrible excuse for a Christian and I'll take whatever she dishes out at me.  I'm just suddenly so angry and I'm about to pee all over the place and turned and ran out of that church at a sprint.  I was no longer conscious of what Greg was doing at this point.  The only thing I know is that he got up and followed me and all of a sudden we're both free from the shackles of the congregation and we have never been in this building before so we have no idea where the bathrooms are and I am so angry at having been driven to the state we were in and so fucking pissed at our Grandmother (whose true colors we really didn't know as we'd only arrived to stay with her a couple of days before) Despite my efforts not to piss my pants, there's pee coming out in spurts and we eventually find the restrooms and we use them.  Greg makes it.  I'm not sure if I got more pee in the toilet or in the hallway as I ran.
(( I have a lot of great fics planned but writing those takes a lot of time, so in the meantime I thought it'd be cool to make a thread for a few of my dc-related drabbles that I still really like (aka headcanon posts that got out of hand partway through typing but I didn't want to re-edit the headcanon parts to match the writing style so they're a weird mix of idea-spouting and actual dialogue/plot, but not quite a full fic)! You might have seen these floating around tumblr lmao, but most of that fanbase seems to be anime so I figured I'd spread them here too. These are all untitled, but I'll toss in a quick label of the fandom and characters! These are by no means edited masterpieces lmao, but feedback is appreciated! )) ~~~ Drabble #1 - (Fandom: Young Justice, Characters involved: Artemis Crock, M'gann M'orzz/Miss Martian, No major spoilers) It starts off as a personal training exercise. Bathroom breaks aren’t an option when you need to chase down criminals or stakeout a warehouse. She’s trained the rest of her body for endurance, why not her bladder too? Another way to better herself and her skills. Another way to prove she is an asset to the team. Another way to be better than Roy. And as the next week or two goes on, as the amount of hours the private holds in her room last increases, she finds she begins to enjoy it. A lot. Not just for the satisfaction whenever she beats a new personal record. No, there are definitely other ways these holds become pleasurable. And then one day, maybe a month or so later, she pushes herself a bit too far. Barely making it into her bathroom in time to shut the door, she loses the control she’d been training for, fighting to achieve all this time. Here she is, Artemis, a heroine, Green Arrow’s goddamn apprentice , pissing herself full force all over the white tile floor. And she should be furious at herself for losing her own little contest, embarrassed, disappointed. But she isn’t any one of those things. All she can do is bite her knuckles on one hand to muffle the moans of relief, of ecstacy, and be thankful for the fact that her mother is far enough away with the tv playing that she won’t be able to hear the hissing from behind the thin wooden door. And maybe later on, in a private conversation with M'gann, it somehow comes up. And the martian, ever so curious about humans and how they work, and wishing to learn so she may better emulate this strange Earth species, asks if maybe, she could participate. Or at least watch. And so one day, the next week, while Tornado is out on a mission and the others are busy with their mentors, or schoolwork or home lives, and Connor is off doing krypton-knows-what with Sphere and Wolf, they have their little game in The Cave. And as the hours pass, they talk. About school and boys and girls and missions, with the human trying to appear as calm and collected as possible despite her predicament, and the poor martian wriggling and squirming and bouncing around as her body sends her signals the intensity of which she’s never experienced before! And finally, despite all the gentle but confident encouragement Artemis tries to instill in her, she has to cave. Knuckles raw with bite marks, belt and cape long since tossed away and face flushed dark green, the girl barely manages to stand as her trembling legs threaten to buckle underneath her, one hand firmly grasping her crotch as she hobbles away to the bathroom (there’s no way she’d have enough mental concentration to fly, she can barely think to walk). After several minutes she returns, still rather curious to see how long her friend could last. And as time passes, M'gann comes to realize that although the holding itself was a bit too much for her to enjoy when inflicted upon herself, watching her friend fidgeting before her is an entirely different story. It starts with a bit of verbal teasing. The martian reclining in the air, smugly going on about how great it felt to finally let go after all that torture. Just how badly was the human hurting? Surely a lot, judging by the bladder bulge visible from Artemis’ crop top! The blonde told her to knock it off, but she was grinning. Perhaps from simple amusement at her antics. But perhaps she was actually enjoying the added challenge another person could bring to what had previously been a solo test of willpower. That was when she decided to give her telepathy a try. A flash of a running faucet, the quickest glimpse of a waterfall she remembered from an Earth nature tv program J'ohnn had sent to Mars. Just little things at first. A glance at her friend told her it was working. She was unsure if she should continue, seeing as humans were so much more guarded about having their brains projected into or searched, but then Artemis smirked. “Was that the best you could do, M'gann? Maybe I should ask Kaldur to splash some water in front of me instead, that would be more of a challenge!” And so another hour passed. The images in her brain were constant now, a flood even, if you were a punning piece of shit like Wally. Artemis found it was much harder to hold on when you couldn’t shift your thoughts to something else for even a second. Up until now it had always been a source of useful distraction, but now it was only the highest form of torture. When her muscles spasmed harshly enough for her to leak for several seconds she gasped, stiffening and hunching over even further than she’d been for the past hour. “Aah! Okay okay! I give! I give up! Shit, you can stop!” In a show of pity, and as an apology for all that mental torture, the martian levitated her friend to the bathroom before closing the door and waiting in the hallway. Definitely for the best, seeing as Artemis could barely stand, much less walk. And after they’d settled back on the couch with cookies the martian had baked long beforehand, with M'gann’s favourite cooking show playing on the tv (that honestly, Artemis didn’t find entertaining at all, but that was the price you paid for friendship, she supposed. Especially friends that were willing to help out with your gross-ass kinks), Artemis broached the question. “So, what’d you think?” “It was…interesting.” the martian started. “I don’t think I like doing it, not like you do. But teasing you was kind of fun!” “Yeah, it was a lot harder than doing it myself, that’s for sure.” She mumbled around a mouthful of cookie. “Do you…do you think we could do it again sometime? I think it would really help my human observations!” She hadn’t really expected the martian to like any part of this in the first place, much less ask to do it a second time. But what the heck. They’d both get something out of it. “If you want, yeah.” She caught the martian’s grin from the corner of her gaze. “But if you tell anyone else about this, I swear I’ll kick you so hard, you’ll be sent flying back to Mars!” There was a playful grin on her masked face, but her tone was dead serious. The martian raised her hands in mock surrender, giggling. “Don’t worry, Artemis, I won’t tell! I swear!” M'gann brushed a strand of red hair out of her eyes, glancing back at the tv. “I’m good at keeping secrets…”
Drabble #3 - (Fandom: Supergirl live action tv show, Characters involved: Kara Danvers, Cat Grant, No major spoilers, Supercat implied) Alright so. Kara is always putting the needs of others before herself and IMO that is the best possible quality for these scenarios! Just imagine poor Kara, who stayed up late saving the city and promptly collapsed in bed and overslept before rushing off to work, forced to deal with her very hot but very demanding boss. And every time she begins to consider slipping away for a moment Cat needs something, and of course she can’t keep CAT waiting so she helps anyway, and this cycle continues for HOURS. And she keeps telling herself that it’s fine, she can suck it up and put it off a bit longer, because her biology is different so she can hold much more, much longer than humans can. But she fails to take into account that she drank quite a bit last night while she was scarfing down a ton of dinner before she slept for an eternity, so she really is kind of actually at her limit even if she doesn’t realise it. And Kara is still helping and putting on that adorable (slightly strained) puppy dog smile, except it’s definitely close to the evening by now and she’s biting her lip and fidgeting and her legs keep crossing and uncrossing as she stands without her even noticing she’s doing it. Although the ever-observant Cat notices, of course, and she smirks a bit and probably keeps giving her assistant orders just to see how long she’ll put it off before she finally caves and asks, because it’s pretty amusing (and admittedly a little hot) watching the poor girl squirm around like this. What Cat doesn’t count on is that Kara never actually brings herself to ask. It’s just about 30 minutes until they would have all left the office when it happens. Cat’s looking over something or other that the girl just brought her, occasionally glancing out of the corner of her eye in time to see Kara bouncing a bit in place where she stands waiting to her left, before her assistant catches herself and stops, crossing her legs firmly again. She’s bitten her bottom lip so hard and so often throughout today that there’s quite a bit of blood on it, some dried, some fresh. Kara tries to explain something about the papers in her boss’s hands, but her voice is so breathy and stammered that her words fall short of making any real sense, and she ends up repeating certain pieces of information several times, still with no real result. Cat rolls her eyes, opening her mouth to make some sort of sarcastic remark about her assistant’s apparent lack of explanatory skills, but she’s cut off before she could even draw a breath as Kara suddenly doubles over with a sharp, strangled sort of cry, somewhere between a yelp of pain and a quick gasp of air. Cat quickly swiveled in her chair to face her, actually concerned by the sight of the girl doubled over, wondering if it was some sort of stomach pain, but before she could ask the first telltale spatters were heard as they shot from the girl’s undergarments (and the handfuls of skirt she was currently shoving against them in a desperate attempt to stop it). Kara alternated between pants of effort and the nervous whines of a puppy needing to be let outside as she struggled to contain it, face flushed bright red. Her eyes watered with the strain, but despite her best attempt to get herself back under control, the gentle spatters soon turned into spurts and gushes, eventually evolving into a hissing torrent as she gave in, one slightly wet hand clasped over her mouth in sheer mortification, although she couldn’t help but moan a few times as relief coursed through her. That wasn’t the only emotion coursing through her though. Sick, burning shame ate away at her as rivulets ran down her legs, legs that felt like jelly, unable to support her as they buckled and she ended up on her knees, the carpet squelching under them as she continued to utterly drench it. She should have been stronger than this, she was a superhero for goodness sake! And Cat probably ended up only able to stare, slack-jawed, at her assistant throughout all of this, face flushed equally as red. And maybe she feels a little guilty, because she was the one who was keeping the girl busy today just to mess with her, although IN HER DEFENSE she had honestly thought Kara would have the common sense to ASK, responsibilities or not, if she was THAT fucking close to soaking herself! She was also rather impressed by the sheer volume of liquid Kara seemed to be unleashing, even though it was definitely going to ruin her carpet (and a new one would definitely be coming out of the girl’s paycheck). Eventually it finally comes to an end, with an exhausted Kara still sitting in her carpet puddle as Cat comes to her senses and steps outside the clear glass wall of her office to yell at all of her gawking employees to stop staring and get back to work before she fires them on the spot. With the pathetic ants sent scurrying back to their desks, heads down, she returns, high heels stepping carefully around the mess as Kara starts sobbing, full of snotty-nosed apologies for the inconvenience and the mess and wasting Cat’s time and desperate offers to pay for the carpet. And Cat, for once, does not deliver the scathing remarks Kara was expecting, instead plucking a tissue from her desk and using it to clad her hand before holding it out to gently help her still-crying assistant up, and she murmurs something Kara couldn’t entirely catch except “we’ll talk about it later” before she beckons for the girl to follow her out of the office, presumably to take her to another floor and get her changed into some dry clothes (and kill the last ten minutes so the others will have left) before the awkward rides home as they each dwelled upon what had happened. Kara, with complete embarrassment and self berating for losing control when mere humans at the office hadn’t, and also a bit of curiosity at why her boss had been so nice about it. Cat, with mild frustration at her sweet little assistant for being so damn selfless that she would put herself through something like that all day, and also with heated, flustered thoughts as she remembered in vivid detail the imagery she had witnessed. Maybe, just because of that little show, she wouldn’t take that carpet fee out of her paycheck…
((Alrighty, this is the last of my current drabbles! Any future pieces will be added to this thread, so keep watch! >;3c )) ~~~ Drabble #4 - (Fandom: Supergirl live action tv show, Characters involved: Kara Danvers, Cat Grant (slightly), No major spoilers, Supercat) Consider: Kara with an omo fetish. I mean, she’s got super hearing, she’s probably able to hear every tiny moan and whine under someone’s breath, every tiny droplet hitting underwear fabric if they leak even the slightest bit even when it doesn’t show. And yeah, she’s probably able to block out most of that super hearing now bc it’s necessary to function in her day-to-day life, but what about when she was younger? What if, when she got to earth, she was surprised as she started learning just how often humans go compared to kryptonians? Yes, there was a mishap or two at first when she was still learning what Earth bathrooms looked like (because her home planet architecture was super different), but after that it seemed like Alex was always having to pause their games to dart off. And then as she grew up in school, she couldn’t help but notice all the little things, the subtle squirming and choked-back whimpers of her fellow students, the handful of times a boy or girl didn’t make it completely dry, that one time a kid didn’t make it out of his seat at all. And she didn’t know why, but it intrigued her. She couldn’t help but focus on it whenever she noticed it, and maybe once or twice when she hit high school she tried, really, really tried to let herself get to that same point so she could experience it, to know how it felt to be that helpless and desperate and human, but it never quite worked because she was too strong and drinking as much as she really needed would have looked too strange. And it frustrated her a little bit, even though she had no idea why something in her wanted that so badly in the first place. But she tried to force it down and stop paying so much attention, because really, she had other things in her life to worry about, and if she was too different to lose control like that, what was the point in trying anyway? But then one day during her last year of high school, someone really attractive has their legs crossed in class. And suddenly, that ability to block out unrelated sounds that she’s honed for the last year or so is lost on her, because she can’t help but listen to every soft, breathless moan and hitch of breath as they try to speak normally to their peers. Kara doesn’t know why she’s so interested, why her heart seems to pound faster anytime that student struggles. Maybe it’s second-hand anxiety, a bizarre form of concern for the poor person. Part of her wonders if she should try to help, because helping is in her nature, but for some reason she can’t bring herself to speak up, to offer some sort of excuse to get them out of class. So she sits, and listens, and her own breath catches in her throat when the unmistakeable spatter of liquid hits that persons underwear, and she keeps her gaze on her paper when her cheeks heat up. And then that person has bolted to the teacher’s desk with the painfully slow speed humans have even when moving at their quickest, and they’re dancing and begging and she can’t remove her focus from their legs and their face as they take the hall pass. And she hears it before the other person can even process it, she hears the spurts that mean the dam is breaking and then their pants are flooding and her peers are laughing but she didn’t really notice the cackling at all because her ears are still focused on the smaller sounds, the hissing and the splashing and it’s like some kind of strange symphony. And once it’s over and the student is escorted out and Kara can bring her focus back to the world around her, she realizes she doesn’t feel as badly for that kid as she should have. Because there’s a strong, unmistakeable throbbing between her legs and her face is flushed with heat and she realizes then, she finally understands why she’d always taken such an interest in the subject, why she tried so hard to feel it herself, because she liked seeing the humans like that! And she spends the rest of the week replaying that one event over and over in her head, and part of it makes her feel sickened with herself, because she shouldn’t want the humans to hurt like that, to suffer! She’s supposed to be helpful and kind, not get off on something so humiliating! And she keeps it to herself over the years, a secret that she never even lets Alex know, buries it deep inside and forces it down anytime it starts to rear its ugly head. And she still feels so conflicted anytime she bears witness to something like that at work or other public places, and she does better about helping them get away in time to find relief or clean up if they don’t make it, but there’s always that tiny bit of enjoyment that squirms through her body to remind her. But then maybe one evening while attending some sort of party or meeting with Cat, she drinks far more than she meant to. She’d assumed it would be fine, but Kara hadn’t had much practice with drinking to begin with, and had managed to severely overestimate how much even a kryptonian could take before getting quite a bit more than tipsy. And after the event was over, her boss was the one who had to escort her out, and on the way back home they might have flirted a bit and moved onto other subjects that somehow resulted in sweet, innocent little Kara letting her secret slip in-between fits of drunken giggling. Cat had been shocked to hear it, of course, and maybe a little concerned given her germaphobic nature, but simply nodded and changed the subject. She ended up doing a bit of private internet research over the next few days anyways. And maybe a few weeks later, when her assistant/unofficial girlfriend had forgotten all about that night, Cat surprised her one evening when they were having a not-officially-a-date evening at Kara’s place. She brought the subject up bluntly, of course, having no interest in beating around the bush, and Kara had stammered out a hundred flustered apologies and excuses and personal beratements until Cat put all of it to a stop with a sudden kiss on the lips. Now silenced, the younger girl had listened as Cat lectured her about how it she shouldn’t be so upset with herself as long as she didn’t actively hurt people to achieve those scenarios because ‘honestly Kara for better or worse you’re the most selfless person I know, stop acting like every misfortune on earth is your fault it’s irritating’ and how she’d put a whole lot of research into this bizarre kink of hers and drank a lot of coffee and water before she’d gotten here and felt like an ocean was between her fucking legs so Kara might as well enjoy it gosh dammit. Kara didn’t feel quite so guilty anymore after that evening…
((Hey guys I know I haven't posted in a while, my fics are coming but life has been rough with me this year RIP. In the meantime take these ideas for Winn and Kara omo scenarios I forgot to post here bc their bff relationship gives me life and no one talks about it even in general much less in omo and also I really want Winn to soak himself bc he’s cute and I’d kiss him  One day maybe i'll write a legit fic with Winn but for now this is all you get)) ~~~ Drabble #5 (Fandom: Supergirl live action tv show, Characters Involved: Winn Schott, Kara Danvers, Cat Grant (slightly). No major spoilers) Consider the day when Kara first started working at CatCo. Ah yes, the cute new assistant who sits right next to Winn and they have a nice enough time chatting with each other while he gives her a general idea of how things work around the office. They have a few more conversations between projects throughout the day, and towards the last hour or so of the day Winn realizes that Kara hasn’t left her desk for anything ALL DAY except to bring Cat lunch and some papers (and maybe you could have guessed that she’d gone then, except he’d admittedly been unable to take his eyes off of her whenever she walked by, so he knew she hadn’t gone near that direction), and he naturally gets a little concerned that she’s probably dying by this point and oh crap maybe no one told her where they were and she’s just been too nervous to ask? He’s super embarrassed to even bring it up but finally manages to blurt out a casual (aka not casual at all but awkward af) “Hey, uh, you know the bathrooms are just down that hall, right? Like, in case no one told you…”. Kara, of course, with her superhuman bladder of steel, hasn’t even felt much of an urge yet, and just casually nods with a “Yeah, I know, thanks.” before she goes back to her work. Winn probably looked her over just to make sure she wasn’t just faking casual because he knew some people were shy enough to deny it even if they were about to burst, but she honestly looks just as unbothered as she sounded, so he drops it and wonders how on earth this girl is fine when he’s had to take at least 3 breaks today. Throughout the rest of the week Kara continues to last the entire workday from morning ‘till night without bathroom breaks, and Winn is probably impressed but it also makes him kind of self-conscious to be the only one getting up and drawing attention to himself multiple times or interrupting their conversations. So the next Monday he decides to try and start holding back and hopefully match Kara’s unholy endurance, because if someone as normal as her can do it then maybe it isn’t actually that hard and he’s just kind of weak (he’s already the office nerd, it probably isn’t much of a stretch now that he thinks about it). He makes it through the first few hours and his first break okay (well, not okay, but he can keep still), but about an hour after lunch he’s starting to really feel it, pressing his legs together or crossing them at the ankles or scooting his chair around as a distraction. Kara probably gets a little concerned by the soft moans under his breath that her superhearing picks up and asks if he’s sick or something, but he manages to brush off her worries and insists he’s fine. It works, but only a half hour after that he’s absolutely DYING and he can’t sit still and nothing is comfortable and he decides to cave and get up because he really can’t do this except the second he tries to stand he feels a leak into his boxers and sits right back into his chair with a strained squeal. And by this point Kara is definitely worried because poor Winn is all sweaty and blushing and she definitely heard that leak and figured out what was going on, so she casually scoots her chair over to try and talk to him without drawing everyone else’s attention, and he finally admits that he’s never had to pee this badly in his l i f e but he really doesn’t think he can stand much less move and oh gosh every breath is slicing into his bladder and he has to stop whispering to her so he can grab himself and hunch over with a nervous little moan bc holy shit he can feel it running right up to the edge of his dick and he doesn’t know what to do and what if Cat comes over how on earth is he going to explain this and he’s just rocking in the edge of his seat trying to hold on and shaking like a leaf. Kara really has no clue what to do either because she can’t exactly justify using superspeed to rush him to the bathroom bc there’s no way to explain suddenly teleporting there or even just scooping him up bc you don’t just do that to your coworkers, and helping walk him there isn’t even an option since he can’t stand. There are two ways this could play out. Either A. she tells him to try and hold it in for just a few minutes while walks out as casually as possible before whooshing around the different floors looking for something useable, and if they’re lucky she comes back and manages to sneak whatever the object is (like a large soda cup or a personal trash can or smth) under his desk and Kara finds some loud distracting way to keep everyone in the room from hearing (maybe she sets off an alarm in another part of the building or just 'accidentally’ bumps someone else’s computer to play music really loudly while they struggle to shut it off) while Winn gushes into the makeshift toilet with the force of a firetruck’s pressure hose. Or B. Kara really can’t think of anything to do to help and before she can think much further Winn starts leaking harder and gasping and groaning and he’s trying to keep quiet but it’s hard when the feelings are so strong and painful and he loses complete control a second later in the chair, warm piss completely flooding his pants and running down his legs into his shoes and it’s pooling in the seat and drenching the carpet and it’s hissing loudly enough to draw attention and it’s honestly all Winn can do to keep from crying bc it hurts but it’s also SO relieving and also completely mortifying he’s going to be the laughing stock of the office and once it’s over Cat pipes up from where she’d arrived in time to witness the last of the event and makes some kind of snarky remark comparing him to a toddler before snapping at him to go get cleaned up, change at home if he needs to, and then come back to work bc he’s still got half a day left and she isn’t paying him to hide under a rock in shame. Once Winn slinks out and people go back to work Cat’s probably about to call the janitor but Kara insists she’ll clean it up bc she doesn’t want more people to find out about it ('Kara you should know I’m not paying you overtime for doing someone else’s job’) and Cat relents bc as long as that mess gets cleaned up before the germs multiply she really doesn’t care who does it. Kara probably uses a smidge of secret superbreath to make sure his spot is as dry as can possibly be when he gets back and she probably got him some kind of sweet treat to brighten him up a bit. No matter which ending happens Winn is absolutely beyond mortified bc he just almost/actually pissed himself in front of Kara and everyone else and he probably looked completely pathetic and gross and she’s never going to want to talk to him again jfc. Of course then Kara is nothing but sweet and understanding and tries her very best to help take his mind off of it and get things back to normal and makes him feel a lot better about the whole incident. She also takes the hint after that and starts taking more frequent bathroom breaks at work even though she doesn’t really need them, just so he’s more comfortable about it.
Day 75 Creatures of the darkness were extra susceptible to being blinded by light, that's why Organization XIII members Roxas and Xion needed a second to collect themselves. Or maybe it would have happened to anyone, stepping from the world of darkness into the harsh Arabian day. Honestly, it was quite impressive that it was only the brightness of the sun bothering them, not the desert heat in their heavy, black robes. The Nobodies had been friends for quite some time now, almost right from the latter, black-haired girl's induction, but this was their first time collaborating on a mission. Usually Xemnas, Xigbar, or Saïx would split their Keyblades up, but not today. Maybe they were planning some bigger thing with it, maybe not. But it was a good thing, because Xion had recently and inexplicably lost the ability to use her own Keyblade. If the higher numbers knew, she'd be useless, working with Roxas was the only way to hide it. "What's our objective," Xion asked. "Axel and I found a cave last time we were here, so we need to do recon." "And where was this cave?" "Way out in the desert, away from the palace town." They had arrived in the streets of Agrabah, its inhabitants walking around, business as usual. Xion had no idea where their destination was, and frankly, she wanted to get this done as quickly as possible. At the moment, the Nobody needed to pee quite urgently. She was already overdue back in The World That Never Was, on the way to relieve herself when she was called in for the mission. There was no disobeying superiors or making them wait, so she was still holding, with no clue when it would cease to be a problem, intentionally or otherwise. "It'll take us a while to get there, correct?" "Probably. But we've got the time." Well, maybe Roxas did, but his partner was less calm about it. She wouldn't share it, though. Roxas, and Axel to a slightly lesser extent, were the most friendly members of the Organization, he'd probably freak out or something if he knew Xion was concerned. Poor kid had been through enough by now. "Then let's work," she stated bluntly. Better to pretend nothing was wrong, at least for now. If she could manage, that is. It was difficult to overstate how desperate she was already, things were looking grim for her already. Her bladder was in stinging pain and it was all she could do to hide it, there's no way it would remain a secret for much longer. It probably wouldn't be the worst thing if her blond companion were the only one to see, but that didn't make it acceptable behavior. So, she was going to need to do things a little differently than usual. Problem was, she had no idea how to do any of that somewhere other than a toilet, she was a little young to know things like that. But even in that ignorance, she knew, it would only end in disaster if she tried an improvisation of that level. Maybe it would be better if she just let the floodgates open in her clothes, explain it to Roxas, he probably wouldn't judge. But that wasn't a guaranteed outcome, and she needed him to cooperate. His Keyblade was the only thing keeping her alive without her own, she needed that weapon gathering hearts to hide her inadequacy. No way around it, Roxas had to be kept in the dark about this, regardless of what it entailed for Xion. And if she peed herself around him, he'd know, obviously. All added up, the only step to a "good enough" outcome was to get away from him, easier said than done. She was helpless, a girl with only her fists against Heartless monsters, Roxas wasn't going to leave her alone. Not unless she lied to get him away, or maybe got really lucky if fate was on her side. "Xion, Heartless," Roxas called out. That was enough to shake her out of her daze and get looking, and sure enough, the street in front of them led into a bazaar. And that marketplace was packed with Shadows, Bandits, Large Bodies, Pot Spiders, all kinds and in one impressive mob. Roxas bit his lower lip, and muttered, "I can't protect her and fight that many." He frantically looked around at their surroundings, and looked at Xion. "Do you see anything here?" Xion looked around slower, for whatever reason it mattered. Then it hit her, what his plan was. He was going to leave her behind while he got to play hero, a perfect solution for her. "It looks clear." Honestly, it didn't look wholly safe, but one little fib wouldn't hurt. Sometimes a disingenuous sleight was necessary to get the perfect hand. Something she overheard Luxord say once. "Then you stay here, until I beat the Heartless." Roxas summoned his Keyblade and ran towards the enemies, giving Xion the perfect chance to finally answer instinct's call and openly hold herself. Until Roxas turned back and she had to straighten up in the blink of an eye. "Too bad we're not gathering hearts today, this would be a great start!" Maybe she'd find that a little charming if she wasn't mentally begging for him to finally leave. Thankfully, being engrossed in a fight like that meant she was effectively invisible, and she could do whatever she wanted, a benefit she absolutely took advantage of. She was back to gripping her pants, balling the black material in her fists, and she was also twisting her feet and digging her heels into the sand. She was bending over somewhat, breathing heavy, shaking, every sign of desperation. "I...I really need to do something soon!" However, she was still going to stay at least somewhat close. It was established there were threats in the area, and what if Roxas came back while she was gone? "Actually, what if he came back and I was in the middle of something, I'm just going to ignore that possibility." If she dwelled on that, she'd never have the courage to do what she was about to...whatever that was going to be. "Wait, what am I going to do?" She needed something that would allow her a reasonable way to relieve herself in the immediate area. At least she didn't need somewhere private, no one was around to see her, but that was merely one reassurance in a whole lot of other concerns. Her attention was first drawn to pots leaning against the walls of a building, she could probably sit on one as a decent substitute for a toilet, it was a good idea. Until a Barrel Spider ran by in the nearby fight. There was a variation on Barrel Spiders that instead lived in pots, and there was no way she was taking the risk of pulling down her pants and being surprised by something popping out of the opening. Theoretically, she could methodically check the pots to ensure they were empty before giving them some contents, if she had that kind of time. Both for her bladder's sake and to reduce the risk of being caught, she couldn't afford to wait, Xion was about to burst. She could feel a little bit leaking into her panties, a probable sign that the end was upon her. There was nothing she could do now, other than undress and let loose. That wasn't the easiest thing for her, either. Put it simply, Organization XIII's uniform was not at all designed for this function, at least not for its two female members. The black cloak was long, almost reaching the floor, and the only reason it wasn't connected in the front was because Xion's zipper was only closed down to her waist. That was a lot of lower fabric that could catch urine, and a lot to hold up when her hands might be needed for other things. She'd need to remove the coat, but that was an imperfect solution as well. While she wore pants beneath the jacket to leave it partially unzipped, the top half covered her perfectly fine and she wore basically nothing below. She was already hesitant about pulling down her pants, but having to expose her bra on top of that was too much. "I can't do this..." She was still as desperate as could be, but she couldn't take the chance now, she just couldn't justify it. Problem was, that left her with no options, she couldn't hold and she couldn't go. It was starting to overtake her, something would have to be done fast. "Ugh...fine, then. I guess I have no choice..." She reached into the opening of her cloak and used the leverage to pull the hanging fabric upwards, using both of her hands to keep it above her waist. Finally, she spread her feet apart as far as possible while remaining comfortably standing. Xion sighed, and relaxed her muscles. It didn't take long for that to produce results. A hissing sound emanated from the young girl, wetness first spreading across and down her pants, then pouring urine from the seam at the crotch when it had nothing more to soak. A splattering was running down her legs, finding its way onto her shoes and into the sand. That was the one fortunate thing about this location, the grains beneath her were great at absorbing liquid, reducing how much she had to worry about. It wasn't fast enough, with a puddle still growing directly below, which made the Nobody realize just how much noise she was making. The stream exiting her body was powerful, the splashing it made on the ground was intense, she was breathing pretty bad, she might as well go all out. "Ahh, that feels much better...I needed that so bad," she moaned out. It was drowning out the sound of the battle, and she could only hope the inverse was also true. The pee stopped coming out in a solid stream, but it continued with the same strength, just broken, for a while longer. All in all, it took quite a while to completely empty, and it was kind of hard to tell when she had reached that point, too tired to realize her body wasn't putting forward more effort and drops still falling down her pants. But she did recognize the completion at some point, and finished off completely by shaking her legs drier and stepping away from the little pond. Xion looked down at herself, checking out the damages. And surprisingly, it wasn't that bad. Yes, there was certainly a thorough soaking, but her clothes were already black, they weren't shining much. And after she let her coat fall back down, it hid the little reflecting in its shade. She...looked fine. Until she started moving, when the wetness causing her pants to stick to her legs made her walking stiff and awkward. "I'll just have to deal with that for a while." "Xion! I've taken care of the Heartless!" Oh no, Roxas was coming back. And while she looked kind of okay, the wet sand might prompt some questions that she didn't want being asked. She panicked, running over to that spot and vigorously kicking dry sand over to cover it. Just in time, as Roxas ran back into the square, to find Xion standing around, consciously acting conspicuously casual. "There you are. I-I've been good back here. You're okay?" He nodded. "We're set, and turns out the door to leave town is right over there." Increduously, Roxas didn't seem to notice the issue, and Xion was sure not going to call attention to it. "Very well, lead the way," she offered. Hopefully, the direct desert sun would dry her out quickly enough. --------------- Without any sort of transportation, a trek through the desert was a slow, arduous process. There weren't even Heartless, just a barren wasteland. And Xion wasn't a small-talk type of girl, any conversation Roxas tried to start died as quickly as they began. Not that she was being unfriendly, it was just especially weird trying to act like nothing was wrong while still wearing urine-drenched clothing. It may have gotten a little less damp in the intermediate time, but the darkness keeping it from being obvious also kept it relatively cool, preventing it from evaporating. In these conditions, she'd have to wait until they returned to the Organization's base to get into something dry. And the smell, that should have given her away by now. She could certainly smell it on herself, but was it really limited to her? It wasn't windy to blow the scent away, and Roxas had made no indication that he noticed anything out of the ordinary. Did he just not have a very sensitive nose, or did weird smells not bother him? Or what if he had noticed, caught on, and just hadn't confronted her yet? No, she didn't want to believe that, perhaps dry, stale desert air just didn't carry odor very well. She had no idea if that was true, but it was a better thought than the alternative. Whatever the case. she'd be bearing the sum of discomforts for a while if they stayed in the same desert dunes, but a landmark to break up the sandy monotony appeared before them. It looked like a giant cat's head, which was enough to confuse Xion, but Roxas seemed happy to see it. "That's it, this is the cave me and Axel found!" He ran up to the jaw and swung his Keyblade, forcing the huge mouth to open. The black-haired Nobody was not keen on the idea of being eaten, but her partner urged her on, and she had no choice but to jump down the throat with him. She didn't know what she was expecting to find, it very well could have been a digestive tract for all she knew, but once they landed, she was still surprised to find it was actually a pretty normal cave system. "What is this place?" "Not really sure, but the higher-ups seem to think there might be something of worth in here. My best guess is, we should start looking in the treasure room." "Treasure?" "Oh, you're going to love it! Giant piles of gold and jewels filling a whole room, it's amazing!" He grabbed Xion's hand and pulled her further down the catacombs, throwing her a little off-balance, though she didn't fight back. The sooner they finished their mission and left, the sooner this demeaning episode of her life would be over. Down in these underground tunnels, there was no way she was getting any cleaner. It took a lot of running deeper down, Roxas did eventually take his hand back to fight more Heartless, but they did eventually make it to the hoard. And he was right, Xion was impressed. Even without sunlight, this place somehow still glowed with a brilliant radiance. Piles of precious metals, perfect gemstones, and other valuable riches. Xemnas would never allow her to bring some of it back for herself, but she still entertained the idea of taking a nice ring on the outer edge of the stack and hiding it under her glove. Surely she could sneak it out while digging through for whatever they were supposed to be finding..."What are we looking for?" "Something that looks good, I don't know either. There might not even be anything here." Roxas sat down next to a heap and clawed through its contents. Xion saw no more information she could get, so she knelt down next to a pile of her own to dig through, a definitely more comfortable position than sitting, even if it couldn't do more damage now. She had no reference for how much time had passed, but it felt like it had been too long for her clothes to still be as wet as when she first peed them. There was nothing but the sound of shifting metal for a while, she had gotten so used to the sound, that cacophony of multiple piles being moved around, to the point that it continuing while she was resting seemed normal. For a few seconds, at least. "Wait, shouldn't there only be one?" She turned her head to make sure, Roxas was still working, but somewhere else in the room, there was something smaller, doing the same job. "Roxas...is that a monkey?" He stopped and looked at the only remaining source of sound, shocked that his partner was right. "What?" Slowly, he stood up and calmly walked over to the tiny animal, reaching out to pet it. With his hand an inch away, the monkey suddenly noticed, freaking out and screeching, jumping away with something in its paws. "Xion, look at that thing it has!" She had seen it already, a huge red jewel that was almost as big as the animal carrying it. Was this something of worth to them, probably not, but she was still curious about it. What followed was a ridiculous chase with two Nobodies that just couldn't keep up with a primate's agility. Even if Xion was at her best, this would still be challenging. At one point, Xion and Roxas were running side by side towards a statue the monkey was perched on, with his spoils held above his head. Somehow, it was perfectly placed to concentrate the room's mysterious light towards the animal's pursuers. In particular, a ray of light straight onto Xion's pants. At first, Roxas didn't notice what it illuminated, but he did see the glossy finish on his friend in the corner of his eye, pulling him in to look. Now, the shadows inside Xion's cloak weren't enough to hide the clothes beneath, no darkness could resist that much focused light. And Xion noticed that the hunt was over, that she was now the target. Multiple times, she tried to say something, anything to get the attention off of her, but the best it came out as was a light cough. Roxas was the first to speak up. "Xion...why are your pants wet?" "I-I-I, w-when you fought the H-Heartless," she exclaimed, backing away, stuttering like a madman. "A c-couple flew by me and a-attacked! A B-Blue Rhapsody hit me with Blizzard, and then a Red N-Nocturne with F-Fire! It melted and got me wet!" It was actually a very convincing story for being so sudden, but her delivery was...poor, to put it delicately. As such, Roxas saw right through it. "Did you wet yourself? You can tell me." Xion was already uncomfortable with the knowledge that she had done it, but hearing someone else confront her about it was a whole new thing. She didn't understand it, but something was running through her now, a severe pain without a wound. She had no idea what it was supposed to be, but Roxas talking to her caused it, so she turned and ran. He was not allowing that. "Magnet!" His magic grabbed Xion and pulled her back in front of her, where he swiftly grabbed her arm to prevent her from escaping again. The monkey, meanwhile, was long gone. That didn't stop his prey from struggling in his grip. "Let go of me! I know I did something wrong, you don't need to punish me!" Roxas' grip loosened, enough for Xion to slip away, though stumbling and falling to the floor in the process. "Punish you?" "I'm useless! I can't wait to find a bathroom, I can't fight without a Keyblade and you need to protect me! I hate it! I'm my own person, I'm not just an accessory that can't take care of herself!" She had collapsed further during her rant, almost laying down, and she started weeping. "Wow, this runs deeper than I thought," Roxas whispered to himself. Clearly, she was upset about the accident, who wouldn't be, but there was a whole other layer of suffering taking place that he didn't understand, and she probably didn't either. But he had this strange feeling, in the back of his mind, like he had seen this before. It was someplace he didn't remember, hazy like it wasn't his memory, but a fleeting sense of nostalgia. Whatever the cause, he couldn't listen to his friend choking, wailing, and wallowing on the ground like that. And he had an idea. Keeping some distance, he patted her shoulder to get her attention. "Leave the room, and jump down the chasms we passed. Don't worry, it'll be fine, you'll land in a waterway. Wash up and climb back up, I'll come for you then. I'll treat you to some sea-salt ice cream when we get back." This was important, Xion knew, regaining some composure. First off, she wasn't being mocked for her childish actions. Instead, she was being helped. And was given permission to leave Roxas, be on her own for a little while. Another feeling coursed her body, again unknown, but it felt...better. "T-t-tha..." She was doing her best to swallow her cries, but she still couldn't form words yet. Roxas waved her away. "You probably want to hurry, I'd bet. You can tell me everything later." He jumped back down and resumed his search, effectively ignoring Xion. Just what she wanted. She tried once more to thank him, but couldn't find the right thing to say, so she ran off instead, making it to the door before she was interrupted. "Actually, don't tell me anything. Might as well just forget it." Xion pondered what happened today as she ran out. It started off horrible, stayed pretty bad, spiked in awfulness again, but at least she experienced something interesting by now. She couldn't grasp what it was, but Roxas made her feel...good. That her life was improved by his presence and actions. "Is this...emotion?" She didn't understand it, what that entailed or why a Nobody would even feel it. It was weird and new and making her head hurt, but..."I like it." It made today not the most awful thing, which was enough to make her smile, just a little. --------------- Author's Note: I have no idea if this is technically accurate. From what I'm gathering from the KH wiki, is Xion's true body (the way she'd see herself) Sora? If that's the case, you can imagine how much that would change things. Also, MasterXploder proofread.
Yo, this is just a short little one-shot I wrote about the Kanon anime that I thought I would share here. Honest (but constructive) comments and opinions are welcome! I may write more of these in the future. NOTE: "Flower" is my way of saying a girl's lower private area, as I just feel more comfortable referring to it as that. Yes, call me childish if you want. :P Anyway, I hope you like this! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shiori was desperately clenching her flower, her bladder feeling like it was about to burst. She whimpered a bit from the pain in her abdomen, and clumsily ran to the nearest bush to relieve herself. However, her plan was ruined, as she noticed two students walking nearby. She yelped quietly, before trying her best to hide and to not be spotted. She knew that she would be in big trouble if any other student besides Yuuichi saw her outside of the school, as she could easily be blamed for trespassing. Shiori actually attended this school before, but since it was only for one day most of the students wouldn't know that, and they most likely wouldn't believe her claims since she wasn't wearing the school uniform. They'd most likely report her to the nearest teacher, and she knew it wasn't the best idea for her mom to get involved. She wasn't even supposed to be outside anyway, but she had constantly been sneaking out just to see her sister. However, after she met Yuuichi, she then had another reason to visit. These thoughts swarmed around in her mind as she cautiously poked her head out of the bush to get a closer look at the two students. One had dark blue hair in a ponytail, and the other had very light brown hair. They were just standing in place, seeming to be having a conversation, but Shiori couldn't make out much from her distance. However, Shiori didn't really care about what they were talking about. The only thing she cared about was emptying her full bladder, which was beginning to hurt more and more. She clenched her flower even tighter to help herself hold it in, and wished that they would just go back inside the school. She didn't even know what they were doing outside at this time. "It's lunchtime.. Shouldn't they be eating..?" She thought in frustration.  She then looked over at the two students again, and saw the brown-haired girl open her mouth and speak. The blue-haired girl didn't reply, she just simply nodded her head in apparent agreement to whatever had just been said. Shiori's urge to urinate was overpowering, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to take it for much longer. Fortunately, much to her relief, the two students seemed to be finally walking back towards the entrance of the school. However, for Shiori, they weren't walking fast enough. Shiori urged them to go faster in her mind, but they seemed to be sticking to the same pace. Suddenly, they stopped as the brown-haired girl turned her head to look at her potential friend, before running off to the left direction. Shiori guessed she had forgotten something, as the blue-haired girl watched her run for a brief moment before continuing to walk towards the school. The blue-haired student was far enough away from Shiori to no longer be a problem, but she didn't know about the brown-haired one. The fact that she didn't know her exact location kind of worried her, but her bladder was not going to allow her to hold it in any longer. Shiori let out another yelp from pain, before hurriedly pulling down her pants and panties and squatting down. Almost immediately after, a heavy stream of urine began flowing out of her flower, as she felt the most amount of relief she had ever felt before. She sighed from the pleasant feeling, as her bladder continued to empty itself onto the now yellow snow. Some of her urine melted the snow below, revealing the grass that had been covered by it prior. She then noticed that due to the way her shawl was dangling from her, a small portion of it had gotten wet from her urine. She sighed in frustration, before trying to move her shawl out of the way while blushing slightly.  She could tell her bladder was almost finally empty due to the stream weakening in strength, and as she was beginning to wonder what she would wipe herself with, she suddenly heard a noise.  She instinctively looked towards the direction the sound was coming from, as she desperately urged her bladder to finish emptying itself. The feeling of panic and dread took over her entire mind, before the brown-haired girl from before emerged from the bushes in front of her, before stopping in her tracks with a hand full of two boxed lunches.  Both of their eyes widened, as they stared at each other in an awkward fashion. By then, nothing but tiny yellow droplets were coming out of Shiori's flower, and she could feel her entire face becoming red from intense embarrassment.  The brown-haired stranger was also blushing, but obviously less so. However, instead of instantly freaking out like Shiori had feared, the girl instantly tried to regain her composure, managing to smile awkwardly. "I... I'm sorry for walking in on you..!" The stranger managed to stammer out in the most normal tone she could manage in this kind of situation.  Shiori was very surprised, to say the least. She didn't know how to respond to this girl, or even know what to do. She didn't want to pull up her panties and pants, due to her flower still being dripping wet. However, she didn't want to just leave her private area exposed like this either. All she could manage to do was remain in her squatting position in silence. "U-um.." The girl struggled to form her sentence. "You don't have anything to wipe yourself with, do you? I have some tissues, if that would be okay.. I know that this isn't their main purpose but.." She then looked down briefly in slight embarrassment before looking back at her and finishing her sentence. "I think it would do..!" Shiori could tell that this girl was trying to be as polite as possible by not looking towards her private area. She didn't want to have to be forced to accept this girl's offer, but knowing that it was better than having wet panties for the rest of the day, she hesitatingly nodded in agreement. The stranger smiled in response, before reaching into her pockets to pull out some tissues. "I don't have many, but it should be enough, ahaha." She stated in the same kind and caring tone, although the sudden laugh made the current situation seem even more awkward for Shiori. The girl then began slowly walking towards Shiori, as Shiori looked away in embarrassment, still not being able to speak. "Here you go!" The student stood as far away from Shiori as possible to respect her privacy, but also close enough to where she could hand her the tissues. She reached the tissues out to Shiori, who grabbed them with a constant bright red face, before realizing that she was too shy to wipe herself in front of someone else. She looked at the stranger in an effort to maybe subtely hint that she wanted her to look away, but the girl apparently didn't understand. "O-oh! I can do it for you if you want!" The girl offered, but Shiori didn't quite understand what she meant. Well.. That is.. Until the stranger took the tissues from her hand and squatted down in front of her flower. "A-ah!" Shiori managed to gasp out a single sound, but before she could resist, the girl began gently wiping her dry after laying down the two boxed lunches on the snow beside her.  Shiori closed her eyes tightly, the feeling of embarrassment becoming stronger and stronger by the second. She was beginning to regret sneaking out of her house to stand outside of the school now. However, the feeling of embarrassment was suddenly starting to vanish, and in its place was a feeling she had never felt before. She slowly opened her eyes to see the stranger carefully wiping her, before the girl looked up at her and smiled. Shiori then quickly looked away, as she felt her flower becoming completely dry. The girl then stood up with the comforting smile still on her face, as she left the now yellow colored tissues on the snow below her.  "Are you better now? Did I do it right?" The girl asked, seeming to be concerned. Shiori nodded her head to both questions, before slowly pulling up her pants and panties.  She had her head facing downwards for a moment, before looking upwards to see the girl still having that same smile. She wasn't even angry at her for misunderstanding her hint, as she had somehow enjoyed the feeling of her wiping her dry. "Once again, I'm sorry for walking in on you like that!" The girl apologized once more before picking up the lunches. "I'm going to have to go now, Mai is probably becoming impatient! Don't want her to come looking for me, ahaha!" She continued, laughing in that same awkward way.  The girl turned around as if to begin running off towards the direction of the school entrance, before turning back around to face Shiori. "I'm Sayuri! I hope we meet each other again soon! Maybe I can even introduce you to Mai one day! You'll just have to be patient with her!" For some reason, Sayuri wasn't even questioning why a girl with no school uniform was near the entrance, but Shiori was thankful for this.  Sayuri then waved, before running off towards the school's entrance. Shiori then realized that she hadn't told Sayuri her own name. But then again, she didn't ask for Shiori's name either. She figured that she could tell her the next time they happened to meet; hopefully in less embarrassing circumstances.  Shiori sighed, not being able to believe that all that had just happened. However, she really wanted to meet this Sayuri girl again. She gave her a feeling that Shiori was not used to.. But it was a feeling that she wanted to experience more of. She walked out from behind the bush, standing in the usual spot she had always waited for her sister, and for Yuuichi. While waiting for Yuuichi to give her her daily visit, she realized that she now had yet another reason to come back to this school tomorrow. Edited January 31, 2017 by Okami999 (see edit history)
A/N: A commission told in three parts, here is the first one. It’s a troublesome situation for everyone involved when the bathrooms on the playground are closed for a few days. Anyone who has to go to the bathroom during recess is forced to use the one in the Ashleys’ clubhouse, but since those girls have that small bit of power, they find themselves tempted to take advantage of it. Naturally, that temptation is too much for them to resist, and so they begin charging a fee, not allowing anyone to use their bathroom until they pay it. They reason this by saying that if the fee is too much, then whoever is unlucky enough to need to use their bathroom can wait until they go back into school later. Naturally, this causes quite a few desperate situations, and no one is able to resist paying up when the time comes. No one, that is, who can actually afford it, but two unfortunate friends find themselves in equally unfortunate situations, both without any money left to their names for that day. Their guy friends are in just as much of a pickle and unable to help them out with paying, though they don’t have to worry, seeing as they can just go behind trees. Neither TJ nor Mikey nor Vince nor Gus has any sort of problem, but Spinelli and Gretchen are not so lucky one afternoon. Both of them should have known better, and it’s really no surprise that they ended up like this, but they just weren’t thinking when they did what got them into this situation. Spinelli had taken a bet at lunch, unable to resist a challenge, and tried to drink a large amount of water to beat some record or other; only now does she realize that whoever had started that bet probably intended it this way, for her to end up desperate and forced to hold or pay the fee. On the other hand, Gretchen had been working on an experiment, modifying water in a way to try and contain as many nutrients as possible while keeping it as flavorless as possible, or something to that degree, though her friends really weren’t sure what she meant when she tried to explain it. The point is, it had the unfortunate side effect of going through her body and settling in her bladder very quickly, leaving her just as desperate and out of luck as Spinelli. The two of them were likely not going to be able to make it through this recess without going to the bathroom, but the Ashleys would not have sympathy on their plight. Now, they are both nearly at their breaking points, pushed close to wetting themselves, and naturally, neither are happy about it, though Spinelli is a bit more outspoken about it. Or, rather, more demanding. “We’ve gotta get into the school,” she says. “It’s the only way.” “But we can’t go in there!” Gretchen protests, shifting her weight from foot to foot while she speaks. “We’re not allowed to go back in the school until recess is over, and we’ve got ten more minutes!” “Well, I can’t wait ten more minutes! Do you think you can?” Spinelli has her thighs squeezed together, and definitely looks like she’s only minutes away from losing it completely. “Well, no, but…” “So we have to get in before it’s too late!” “But how are we going to do that?” asks Gretchen, because she has a very good point. The children are guarded pretty strictly in terms of getting off the playground and going in the school, which means that the two desperate girls would have a very rough time trying to pull something like that off. “The doors aren’t locked,” replies Spinelli. “All we have to do is make sure that no one sees us until we get to them. And for that to happen, we need a distraction!” Her eyes fall to her male friends, and even with her bursting bladder putting a strain on everything she does, she is still able to strongarm TJ into coming up with a plan for them to create a distraction, allowing the two of them to sneak into the school. Spinelli doesn’t seem to care to listen to all the details of the plan, instead getting Gretchen ready to sneak off the playground with her. When the first sign of the plan begins, she drags her friend to the fence, while the other girl quietly complains that she’s making it harder to hold it. And it’s true that it’s difficult to keep their bladders in check at a time like this, meaning that they have to go a bit slower, sacrificing some of their time. But they make it out of the fence without being caught and begin sneaking along the side of the building, heading for the nearest door. Trembling with her need, it is all Spinelli can do to keep her steps even, and she looks back again, making sure that there’s no chance of them being spotted before she opens the door, ushering Gretchen in first before following her. Once they are inside, they both heave sighs of relief at having not been caught, but that doesn’t mean that their battle is over, and now they have to finish the walk down the hall to reach the bathrooms. It’s a short walk, but their bladders have nearly been pushed past their limits, and each step they take has to be careful. Gretchen pauses for a moment, letting out a soft squeak as she feels herself leak, and Spinelli has to convince her to keep going, or else it’s only going to be worse for her. While she is trying to get Gretchen to keep going, she shoves a hand between her legs, feeling herself spring a brief leak. They’re both just barely going to make it, but they can’t stop now. Trembling, Gretchen takes a few steps forward, hesitant until she’s going again, and Spinelli follows her, wincing as each step creates a fresh pang in her bladder. Finally, they reach the door of the bathroom, and she shoves it open, the two girls hobbling inside. Gretchen has to pause again, mumbling, “I’m not gonna make it,” as she leaks again, leaving a large stain on her panties, but Spinelli will hear none of it. “We’re already in here, it’s just a few more steps!” she says, doubled over as she staggers forward. As much as she wants to make sure her friend is okay, she can’t afford to wait much longer herself. Fortunately, her words seem to spur Gretchen into movement, and the taller girl takes the remaining few steps into a stall. She is just barely able to get her dress up and her panties down before she starts to lose complete control, making it in the nick of time with only slightly damp panties as a result. The sound of her letting go makes it harder for Spinelli to maintain control to the last second, and she spurts a few times while she’s getting out of her own clothes, leaving a sizeable wet patch on her own panties. The two of them just barely make it, but they do make it, though they’re left with the uncomfortable cold, damp panties for the rest of the day as a result, and they have to worry about sneaking back onto the playground. All the while, Spinelli can only think about getting revenge for being put in a situation like this.
The revenge plot that Spinelli comes up with requires a wait of a few days. She wants to put the Ashleys in the same sort of boat that her and Gretchen were in, by forcing them into being desperate and having to take drastic measures in order to take care of that. In order to do that, they would have to target their clubhouse, but she wants to wait until after the bathrooms on the playground are fixed. That way, no one else is harmed by this, and they can give the mean girls a chance to potentially redeem themselves. Of course, there’s no telling whether they’ll go with their potential redemption or if they’ll choose to continue to suffer, and Spinelli has reached the point where she does not care what happens either way, just as long as the Ashleys get a taste of their own medicine for once. After all, the way they took advantage of their position was completely unfair, and after being put in the position she was, she’s absolutely dying for her revenge. Once again, it’s going to involve some distraction and some sneaking, but it will be easier for her this time because she can sneak on her own, needing only herself to pull that part of the mission off. All she has to do is a find a way to infiltrate their clubhouse, and then she can do what needs to be done, and for that to happen, she needs to have them out and completely distracted. Putting her friends up to the task, they work out their own plans, which she trusts them with while she gets into position. It shouldn’t take too long to get things worked out, and then she can work on phase two of her plan, getting everything sorted out to make the girls just as miserable as she had been. The plan is put into motion, and it appears to be going off without a hitch, giving Spinelli the perfect opening she needs to get in and quickly do what needs to be done. The Ashleys’ bathroom is as spotless as she would have expected, but this cleanliness is not going to last for long. Spinelli begins shoving toilet paper into the toilet, and then begins cramming entire rolls in, attempting to flush and watching the strain. In no time at all, she has it so clogged that she knows it will take quite a lot of time to fix. That day, the remaining time at recess is not enough to put the full plan into motion, but it is enough to give her the satisfaction of seeing the way the Ashleys freak out over their clubhouse, and the next day, things will really start to get interesting. The next day at lunch, Spinelli will enter into the next phase of the plan. ~X~ For this part, she needed a little help from Gretchen but it wasn’t hard to get. The modified water that she had been testing the day of the incident; Spinelli swaps this with the water the girls are drinking, guaranteeing that they will be made very desperate, very quickly. From that point on, she just has to watch and wait as her revenge begins to unfold. The Ashleys don’t notice anything strange about their water, and are all very put out that their clubhouse bathroom hasn’t been fixed yet. They were all certain that, with the right amount of money, anything could be accomplished when they needed it, but things just hadn’t worked out that way, and it wouldn’t be able to be fixed until over the weekend. However, none of them really see this as a serious problem. After all, they all very rarely use that bathroom during recess anyway, and they don’t think it’s incredibly likely that they will need to in the time between now and then. Of course, none of them have any idea what’s in store for them. It isn’t long after they go outside that they start to feel the slight urge to pee, but they ignore it, going into their clubhouse. All four of them want to pretend that they don’t feel anything, but it doesn’t take long for the effects to get really serious. Ashley Q. is the first to show any visible signs of desperation, wincing suddenly and squeezing her thighs together as the pressure begins to grow. “Is something bothering you?” asks Ashley A., though it’s easy for her to tell what’s on her friend’s mind, considering her own bladder is beginning to trouble her as well. She’d rather call attention to one of her friends than have attention called to her. “Nothing,” the other girl quickly lies, but it’s not a very convincing lie, and it won’t be long before the others are visibly suffering just as much. She squirms a bit more, and soon enough, Ashley T. has joined her, biting her own lip and jiggling her knees. No one has admitted to what the problem is yet, but everyone already knows; there’s no way that they’re going to make it through recess, not like this. Ashley B. is the first one to officially bring it up, however. “The playground bathrooms are fixed now,” she says. “Do you think...maybe we should use them?” At first, the other girls brush off her suggestion, all pretending that they don’t need to go that badly, that it isn’t worth stooping that low. However, their resistance does not last for long as their bladders continue to demand relief. Eventually, they have to admit that they’re in quite the desperate situation, and that they won’t be able to sit around for the remainder of recess, trying to hold it when they know they can’t. Anything will be better than being forced to wet themselves, and so they finally decide to go outside of their clubhouse. However, little do they know, this is only the beginning of Spinelli’s revenge plan, and things are only going to get more complicated for them. Not knowing this, they make their way toward the playground bathrooms, not walking too quickly, not wanting to jostle their bladders too much. Completely clueless regarding what waits for them upon their arrival.
When the Ashleys make it to the playground bathroom, they find the door blocked by Spinelli, who is backed up by a few other girls. She gives them a smug look and says, “Where do you think you’re going?” “Where does it look like?” Ashley A. shoots back, using her rudeness to cover up how embarrassing this is for her and her friends. “After you made all of us pay to use your bathroom when ours was messed up, you think just cos yours is messed up, we’ll let you in ours for free?” asks Spinelli. “That’s just not fair at all!” “But...but this isn’t just your bathroom!” Ashley Q. interjects. “This is for the whole playground, for the whole school! The one in our clubhouse is private property, so you’re the ones being unfair.” The other girls nod, but Spinelli and her followers are not at all convinced by this. “Doesn’t really change the fact that everyone is really frustrated about that,” says Spinelli with a shrug and an easy grin. For a moment, the Ashleys give a tentative glance to the boys’ bathroom, but it is being guarded by a group of boys, Spinelli’s friends included, barring any sort of entrance. Hesitating, as if trying to weigh their options, the girls consider this, but twinges from their bladders remind them that they don’t really have much of a choice on this matter. Finally, Ashley A. composes herself and says, “Alright, how much do you want to let us in there? I’m sure we can afford it.” She and her friends have a good laugh at that. “You have to pay back everyone who paid you to use your bathroom,” replies Spinelli. “Wh- but you never used it! You never paid!” Ashley B. protests. “So? I still felt bad for everyone who had to. And that’s why I’m helping everyone get back at you,” she says, not making any mention of how close she came to wetting herself and how this is as much for her as it is for anyone else. “How do we know who all to pay back?”“Don’t worry, we’ve got that all worked out. So have someone go get the money, and we’ll get everyone that we need you to pay back lined up.” “This is ridiculous!” cries Ashley A. Ashley T., meanwhile, is squeezing her thighs together with tears pricking at her eyes. “Can we do it after?” “Why? Afraid you won’t make it long enough?” teases Spinelli. “It’s going to take a long time!” she protests. “Well, then, you better hurry up,” is all that is said in response. It is decided that Ashley A. will go to get the money, and Ashley T. is stuck barely able to move, her bladder is demanding relief to the point that she is frozen in place. And though she struggles against it, she is pushed to the point where she has to jam a hand between her legs, squirming and whimpering, and before Ashley A. even returns, it is too late for her. Her knees buckle and she lets out a cry of distress and shame, her bladder failing her and emptying right in front of everyone. The warm liquid runs down her legs, puddling on the ground, and the other two Ashleys jump back to avoid her, making disgusted faces despite the fact that they will soon be in the very same boat if this doesn’t go quickly. When it’s over, she bursts into tears, running off to their clubhouse to hide, and she passes Ashley A. on the way, returning with the money. It isn’t hard for her to figure out what happened in her absence, and the other kids are still laughing when she makes it back to them. A sizeable line has formed, and she realizes that this is going to take even longer to get through than she thought, and after seeing that one of her friends has already wet herself, she finds herself getting nervous. Ashley Q. is the next to start getting truly worried, as her bladder adamantly demands relief, but they are not even halfway through the line before she has her hands jammed between her legs, bouncing in place and praying that they’ll get through this soon. She isn’t going to make it, she knows, but she does her best, trying to hold back as they make their way through the line of people waiting to get their money back. It seems that they’re going slow on purpose, wanting the show of it, and when she feels herself losing control, she whimpers, trying to stop it even though she knows she can’t, it’s too late now. And then she starts to wet herself in front of everyone, the second of the girls to lose control like that. “Having a little trouble?” Spinelli taunts. “Only two of you left.” “Just keep the line moving,” Ashley A. snaps, while Ashley Q. also flees for the privacy of their clubhouse. She crosses her legs where she stands, and Ashley B. squirms desperately behind her. However, the kids in line really seem to take their time, moving through as slowly as possible. Ashley A. can feel herself starting to panic, especially when she feels herself leak. She knows that she has to make it a little bit longer, but it’s getting harder and harder to hold it, especially after seeing two of her friends fail. Her hands shake as she distributes the money, and Ashley B. stands behind her, quietly urging her to hurry, muttering, “Please, I’m not...I can’t hold it anymore, I’m not gonna make it!” But, no matter how she tries, there is nothing she can do to speed things up, and Ashley B. soon breaks into a run, trying to hide her humiliation and wetting herself all the while, not letting this slow down her run. Ashley A. is the only one left, and she crosses her legs tighter. Just a few more kids to get through, and even if her friends failed, she doesn’t want to also humiliate herself in such a manner. As if to let her know that they all want to watch her wet herself, the children she’s handing out money to drag it out even more than before, and no amount of urging can get them to go any faster. Spinelli covers her mouth with a hand, snickering, and Ashley A. knows that she is absolutely doomed. The last sound she makes before her bladder gives in is one small, pathetic whimper, and then the floodgates release while she’s still in the process of handing the money to the last kid. She is forced to stand there in her humiliation, warm liquid running down her legs in full view of everyone, while the children surrounding her have a very good laugh at her expense. Just as her other friends did, she is quick to turn and run, their laughter following her all the while. While Spinelli watches her run, she can’t help but feel victorious, and hopes that maybe next time, they might think before they do something like that. Maybe this time they’ll learn their lesson for good.
Quick preface before I begin - For those of you keeping up with my interactive story, Wet in the Wastelands, this is the side story I mentioned in the last update.  This story is set a few years before wet in the wasteland - around 200 years after nuclear war. Julia is a young teenage girl living with her family as they make a living for themselves in the nuclear wastelands 'Julia' 'Julia?' 'JULIA!' Julia jerked awake to the sound of her brother's voice.  'Come on you, get up buddy!' Jim insists, before darting back out the room and leaving the door wide open after him. Again. 'Thank you Jim' she mutters to herself, as she swings her legs over the side of the bed. She lets her eyes adjust to the morning light, focusing on her surroundings. Last one up as usual.  Jim was the youngest of Julia's siblings, and the most energetic. And also the only one who left her door open all the time, no matter how many times she told him. So of course he was always the one who woke her up in the mornings. Julia pushes herself forward and over the edge of the bed, slapping her bare feet onto the old wooden floor boards as they land. Lifting herself out the bed, she yawns and stretches, before heading out into the hallway.  The house itself was a rather large farmhouse, made larger by post war additions. The house needed to be large to house Julia's family - her own 4 brothers and 5 sisters, her parents, her fathers 3 sisters and their own children. You know, the usual. Still, most of the time around half the family weren't around, they'd be tending to the farms, keeping an eye out for raiders, or trading with local settlements. All in all the family was quite well off, all things considered. Today the house was mostly empty for these exact reasons. There were only a handful of people inside today, which Julia could guess by how quiet the house was. Julia swung out of the bedroom and aimed herself toward the bathroom. Running water was a rare sight, but her grandfather had managed to install a bunch of pumps and filters when he was young enough. Running water was the last thing Julia needed right now though - she had enough water build up in her bladder over night. All she wanted now was to be able to let it out. One of the good things about waking up so late though was that the bathroom was always free.  Usually anyway. Reaching the bathroom at the end of the hall, Julia grabs the handle and slumps her body against the door. The door doesn't move 'I'm in here!' comes Jim's voice from inside. Great. Not wanting to wait around, Julia decides to head back to her room and put on some clothes while she waits. Yawning again, she begins to walk back to her room to get changed. She steps inside, shuts the door and slumps onto her bed. Still tired. Julia plans her day in her head before she gets changed. Today she'd be going hunting. Recently she'd been going hunting more often to learn how to shoot - a vital skill when most of the neighbours only come round to steal what they can and set on fire what they can't. Julia's father had bought her her very own rifle the last time he'd been into a larger settlement - a double barrel rifle, made nearby from cast iron, with the family crest engraved in between the barrels. Nothing overly fancy, but Julia loved it.  Before she could go hunting though, she had to get dressed. Julia stands up again, stretches, and throws off her nightdress. She looks at herself in the body-length mirror in her room. Her naked reflection looks back. She's about 5'6, slim but healthy. Her pale skin is barely tanned, despite spending most of her time outside. Where she lived the sun was a rare sight, more often covered by radioactive thunder clouds which threatened rain but rarely delivered. Her breasts are fairly sized - not too large, not too small. Pert and symmetrical, Julia couldn't help but be proud of them. And looking back from the mirror are Julia's eyes - a deep blue. Unlike anything else in the wasteland, Julia's eyes were a perfect, untainted blue. Julia can't help but admire herself in the mirror for a second. Until she notices how scruffy her hair is - talk about bed hair. She grabs a comb and has a go at taming the blonde mess on her head. After a minute of struggle and knots, she tames it a little. Her hair is around shoulder length and brushed to one side, hanging half over one eye. Deciding that her hair is as neat as she can get it, and that she'd done with being naked, Julia decides to get dressed. She grabs a pair of slate combat pants from the floor and drags them on, before fastening the leather belt which squeezes at her bladder. Fairly loose fitting, they don't restrict movement and keep cool. No underwear in this weather - thunder clouds or no, the wind carries the heat around, creating a cloudy but warm climate, and underwear just create more heat. Plus there's something Julia can't help but like about the free feeling of being commando. She puts on a plain white bra, a little threadbare and worn, but familiar and comfortable. Over this she slings on a plain white button-up shirt. Nothing fancy, but light and airy. She doesn't button it up yet. Deciding that three pieces of clothing are fine for now, she opens the door and begins to head to the bathroom. As Jim leaves and shuts the door behind him she knows it won't be long now. What she doesn't notice though is the sound of bounding footsteps behind her until they pass her and Julia watches one of her sisters rocket into the bathroom and slam the door shut behind themselves 'Oh come on Annie!' Julia protests 'I was next' 'Can't hear you, too busy peeing' comes the response, followed by the trickling of water into water. Julia leans against the wall and puts one hand against her crotch. Not like she has long to wait now anyway 'I might be a while Jules, don't bother waiting by the door' 'Oh good' Julia mumbles. So much for not waiting long. Deciding not to spectate her sister's bowel movements, Julia makes her way downstairs and into the kitchen. Jim is sat at the table with a couple of apples from the tree outside. Some of the more normal looking apples anyway - these ones don't have tumours and they don't glow. 'You sure you should be eating those?' Julia asks him 'No' He answers, taking a bite. At least he's honest. 'Oh!' he starts - 'Ben and Mick brought back a bunch of food they found, old pre-war stuff' 'Pre-war food? Shouldn't it all be rotten?' Julia asks. After all, it would be two hundred years old 'No no no! It's all air tight stuff! Dried food!'. Jim is quite proud to have remembered this 'Ben and Mick left last week' Julia reminds him. 'Yeah, I forgot to tell you about it' Jim admits, taking another bite into his apple. 'They even got tea and coffee' The promise of coffee interests Julia. She's only had it once or twice before, but only stuff grown after the war. She'd heard of pre-war instant coffee - stuff you could just put into hot water without filtering or grinding - and now she could try some for herself. Flinging open the cupboards and ignoring boxes of pre-war dried food, Julia eventually finds a bunch of glass jars with full of brown granules and a colourful label reading 'Coffee!' over a picture of a clear white cup. She takes the jar out the cupboard and sets it on the side, and then does the same with a bag of sugar.  'You gonna make some?' Jim asks, trying not to spit out bits of apple as he does 'Yup!' she says, heading over to the stove. She throws some chunks of wood into the stove before lighting it. She grabs one of the cast-iron pots and brings it to the water tap. She twists the handle and it spits a stream into the pot. The harsh splatter of the water however reminds Julia of a more pressing issue than coffee - her bladder. She squeezes her thighs together, deciding to go to the toilet once the pot is full and in the stove. As the pot fills it gets harder to hold up the pot, and the splatter of water onto iron becomes the splashing of water into more water, which alerts her bladder even more. The longer Julia hears the splashing, the more she notices her bladder, and the heavier the pot gets. Deciding that there's enough in the pot, she takes the pot over to the stove. Without her thighs pressed together her bladder begins to scream at her internally. Each step sends a shudder to her bladder and by the time she reaches the stove Julia is in pain trying not to pee. Julia bends over to put the pot in the stove, and as she does she can feel her bladder give way - the heat of pee as it begins to leave her bladder and travel down her urethra. She pushes the pot securely onto the stand and brings her hands away as quick as she can, jamming them between her legs. Without the pot, Julia regains control less than seconds before it's too late. A single drip is all that escapes, leaving a tiny drip mark on her pants. She stands still for a moment, bent slightly, as her confidence in her bladder comes back to her. Standing straight, Julia decides to head to the toilet. Julia jogs up the stairs and over to the bathroom door, which is, of course, locked again. She knocks on the door 'Hey, it's Richard, come back in a bit' comes the voice inside 'Oh come on!' Julia moans 'Sorry Julie' Richard says. He doesn't sound it Julia decides it's not worth waiting. She'll have to do something else. As tempted as she is to just begin wetting herself on the spot, Julia needs to find somewhere to go. One hand jammed between her legs, she shuffles into her room. She looks around for anything. Beds. Draws. Clothes. Wardrobe. Julia pulls open a draw and begins to undo her belt. Flicking the belt buckle open, Julia pulls down the zipper, pulls her pants a few inches down before realising that peeing in a draw is a terrible idea. Her bladder takes a moment to realise this though, and a second drop escapes, falling onto zipper on her pants. 'Uhhh!' she groans, stood baring herself into a cupboard before deciding to zip up and find something else. The temptation to not bother looking and to just start peeing makes a return, but Julia swats it away again. She leaves her room and heads back to the bathroom, knocking on the door again 'Still here' comes the reply Julia thuds down the stairs again and into the kitchen. Jim has left now, but he's left half an apple behind. Julia has another look around, hopping from foot to foot as she does. Bowls, pots, cups, loads of things meant to hold liquid. Julia takes a cup from the side and begins to unzip her pants again. Glancing around to make sure the place is empty, she presses the cup through the hole, wincing as the cool porcelain touches her skin. She's about to let go and fill the cup before she hears foot steps. Pulling the cup away quickly before anyone comes in, Julia is forced to hold it in again. Jim comes bounding in with more apples 'Hey Julie!' he says, energetic as ever and unaware of Julia's predicament. 'Want one?' He offers 'NnnNo thanks' she says, trying to hold her bladder shut. Jim looks at her, realising something's wrong but not what. 'J-just getting a drink' she says, bluffing as to why she's holding a cup 'Your pants are open' he says, pointing down and smirking.  A little surprised and a little embarrassed, Julia pulls the zipper back up, before filling her cup and drinking the whole thing. This extra water hits her like a train, and her bladder seems to yelp in pain. Putting the now empty cup down on the side, Julia jogs out the kitchen door and into the dining room. Looking around, there's no where to go, and even if there was she's in direct line of site of Jim. Can't pee here. She carries on walking into the entrance hall. Nothing to pee in, so she heads out front. The cooler air is a welcome change. Hopping off the stone steps and onto the dust road leading away, Julia decides to look for somewhere out the way to empty her bladder. The thought of bladders and peeing brings back temptation - how good it would feel and how easy it would be to give up on the spot and soak herself. Shuffling her feet through the dust, Julia is reminded that a puddle here would stick out quite a lot, as would a pair of soaked pants. Julia decides to head around the side of the house. It's quite a long house, and it takes around five minutes to reach the first turn. This is far enough Julia decides. Glancing around, the place seems empty. No windows look onto her either. The ground here is grass, so she won't leave any trace. This is the perfect place for Julia to pee. So she does.  Julia relaxes her bladder. She tilts her head back and smiles She feels a wave of warm relief as if her bladder is thanking her She feels the heat of liquid run through her body and out of her and into her pants And into her pants?! 'Yeep!' Julia yelps as she realises what she's doing, and she punches at her belt, tearing at the buckle. Belt undone, she pulls the zip down and jams her pants down her thighs with one hand while trying to stop her pee with the other. Her pants slide down, but she isn't quite so successful at stopping her pee from cascading out. Realising she doesn't have another choice she bends at the knee and rests her back against the wall, getting into a sitting position. Now her pants are clear of the stream, and she can pee all she wants. Her hand isn't clear though, but Julia doesn't have time for these small details.  Already peeing, Julia pushes on her bladder and relaxes her arms, letting them fall to her sides, one of them dripping. Her pee streams out of her and splatters onto the dirt, quickly mixing it into hot mud. She sighs loudly, tilting her head again as she does. The relief sweeps over her again, and she shivers slightly as it does, making her stream flicker side to side. The dirt cannot absorb most of Julia's pee, and instead a puddle grows invisibly under the grass. One whole night's worth of piss. Finally released. Julia grins as the gold stream continues to pound against the mud, flicking drops of mud and piss up and onto the heels of her feet and legs of her pants. Within seconds, the puddle has spread as far as her bare feet, the heat of the liquid pressing against Julia's heels, then the arches and balls of her feet, before engulfing her toes. The stream continues to splash down barely inches away from her feet. Another wave of relief falls over Julia as she begins to finish. The satisfaction of having finally gone, despite any adversity. She felt like she'd beaten her brothers and sisters who had blocked her from the toilet. Her stream begins to slow to a trickle, and by now there is a significant puddle hidden in the grass. Julia doesn't think about this as she slides down the wall and into the grass, her bare backside splashing as it lands in hot mud. As Julia feels the puddle ripple around her butt as she finishes peeing, Julia realises that maybe sitting down wasn't her best idea. Too late now though, so Julia presses on her bladder one last time and lets a last spurt out into the grass. She sits still for a moment, just enjoying not needing to pee anymore, and examines her pants. A black streak down the grey pant leg down to the knee reminds her that she needs to take her pants of before she starts peeing next time. Using the wall as an aid, Julia pushes herself back to her feet, mud and grass sticking to her legs and backside. Wiping off what she can with her hands, Julia pulls up her pants and heads back inside, deciding to have a wash before she leaves. Coming out from the bathroom after having washed herself, Julia decides that now she ought to begin her day properly She heads into her bedroom and picks up a pair of shorts. These shorts are a similar material to her pants, though a little paler. They reach about 1/3 of the way down her thigh and are quite loose around the legs. Still no underwear. Heading downstairs, she takes the pot off the stove and leaves it on the side. Pouring the boiling water into a mug, followed by a teaspoonful of coffee and three of sugar, Julia looks forward to having her first ever pre-war coffee. While she waits for the steaming cup to cool down, she decides to search for the things she'll need today - her rifle, some rounds, shoes, water and food. She brings the rifle and ammo to the kitchen and lays it on the table. She slides her feet into her black walking boots. These boots are well worn but more or less invincible, and very comfy. She grabs her coffee, blows on it a couple times, then takes a sip. The taste is much more rounded than the post-war nonsense that they buy from traders. She likes it. A lot. So she pours herself another cup before looting the cupboards for some dried food to take with her. A bag of dehydrated dried and vacuum-sealed fruits ought to be enough. Julia has her second coffee, pours another, then goes to fill a flask with water. When she gets back with a full flask, she finishes her third coffee, and pours another. Looking out the window, the weather looks like it should be pleasant. Julia looks out the window as she has her fourth coffee. She really likes the pre-war stuff, but decides that four is enough when she begins to feel jittery. She packs the food, bullets and flask into a bag, picks up her rifle and heads out. Today she'll go to the hunting cabin just outside the farm's borders. Walking up the path Julia begins to realise just how strong the pre-war coffee is, compared to the locally grown beans. She realises this when she notices her teeth chattering despite the warm air. Then she remembers that she drank four cups of it. Still, the best teacher is experience - that's why she's going hunting after all. Plus, while it's nice to be able to eat home-grown food all the time, sometimes some wild meat can be a nice addition, and her brother Richard is a great chef. Thinking about what Richard could do with her catch, Julia hurries to the cabin. The cabin is a plain wooden box hidden under leaves, grass and twigs. It's hard to notice save the worn path leading into the door. Usually Julia would be wondering around as she hunts, but being on her own it's best to stay somewhere safe. Well, safe-ish. No where is really safe from the local bears - Mute-bears. Despite the name, they aren't quiet - the 'mute' is short for mutant. Huge, muscly creatures, some with an extra pair of front legs. Famous for being able to knock through brick walls. The only way to safely deal with them is to avoid them. Of course they won't bother you if you don't have anything nearby. This means that, to be safe, you can't leave any food or body waste lying around. That means going to the toilet before and after your trip or else you might attract something unpleasant. Still, Julia should be safe - four coffees has put her on her toes, and she'll notice a mute-bear before it gets too close. But to keep the cabin safe she won't be going to the toilet any time soon. She pulls up a chair and leans her rifle on the cabin's open windows. Most animals won't notice anything strange about the cabin until a bright flash, loud bang and an exploded head. For now, Julia just has to wait... The coffees don't wear off anytime soon, and an hour passes and Julia is still vibrating. Four coffees. Not a good idea. Another hour passes. Nothing. A couple of birds, too small to bother with, but nothing worth a second look. Not that she'd be able to hit one with the way she's shaking. Another hour, and the shaking begins to wear down. Not quite enough though, which Julia discovers when she takes aim at a hairless deer. Her jittering hands make the sights a suggestion of things you might hit. A crack hits the air as Julia takes the shot. The bullet thumps into a tree, and the deer bolts away. Firing the second barrel out of hope and frustration she misses again, hitting the same tree. Sadly for Julia, you can't eat tree, so she has to stay a little longer. By now of course Julia's bladder is back on her mind - The shaking is over, now the coffee's on the way back out. Another hour passes. Julia is determined not to leave without bagging something. However her bladder is determined to get her attention. Four hours in the cabin has also made Julia hungry. She opens a bag of fruits and begins eating them. They taste surprisingly sweet, though they leave an annoying film over her tongue and teeth. Julia takes a swig of water after every third fruit to get rid of it. The fruits are nice though, so she keeps eating them while she waits... A fifth hour passes and Julia's eaten all 3 bags of fruit, and drunk all the water. All two litres of it. Still, she hasn't had anything else to drink since the four coffees, maybe she'll be fine... Sixth hour. Julia is not fine. Her bladder is on her mind every second, no matter how hard she tries to swat it away. She can barely focus on her hunting, but she's determined not to go home without something. Anything. And if that means holding onto a full bladder for seven hours so be it. 'First thing you see is your target' She tells herself. 'First thing you see. Then you can leave. Then you can pee' Like last time, Julia is tempted to go on the floor, or in her shorts. Though this time she doesn't have to worry about Jim laughing at her, now she has to worry about a mute-bear ruining the cabin, or her if she's unlucky. Still, her aching bladder makes her more determined that ever to bag something. Only problem is, nothing is nearby. She squeezes her thighs together and decides she'll just have to put up with it. Ten minutes later and Julia can't put up with it. She's shifting her weight from foot to foot in her boots, rubbing her thighs together and grabbing occasionally at her crotch. She can barely aim her rifle at this point. But nonetheless she's determined not to go home empty handed, even if it means fighting against her bladder. Again. Four coffees, 2 litres of water...Julia realises that she must have a bladder like a blimp. Then realises she's thinking about her bladder again, not even five minutes passing since the last time she told herself she wouldn't. Taking this into account, she must be holding in a whole load. And she is aching like crazy to let it go. 'Okay'. She says aloud. 'One animal, or one hour. Then you can go' Her bladder begs her to reconsider, but Julia's word is final. And that means her blimp of a bladder better hold on. Still, how long can an hour really be?  Five minutes sure does feel like an hour when your bladder begins to feel rock solid. By now sitting down is too painful for Julia to do - she's stood up and swinging hips from side to side, kicking her feet up as she does. As a precaution, she's kicked her boots over to one side of the room.  'I guess I could pee a little bit' Julia whispers to herself. 'If i just let a little out into my shorts I'll feel better. Yeah, let's do that' she resolves. As she's about to relax her bladder though she sees something move outside.  A deer. 'Great!' she whispers. Once she takes the deer down, she can go home, and then she can can pee to her hearts content. She Forces her body still. She takes in a breath. She takes aim. And then she hears a roar. She freezes The deer runs A huge black creature wonders into views with a whole deer in its mouth. This is no ordinary mute-bear. This is Claymore. It's 14 feet long, and has claws like anvils. It's skin is pitch black with deep grey scars - rumours say that this bastard of a creature has survived two barrels to the head, a landmine and  breaking all of its legs. Julia has no way to quantify these rumours, but the muscular colossus in front of her is clearly not worth bothering. All she can do is not move and hope it goes away. Her instincts tell her that she should poop herself and run, but thinking it through Julia realises that this is not a good idea at all. The only thing she can do is wait. Her bladder however cannot. Not for much longer. Claymore sits down on the floor with his catch. At least one hunter today has had some luck. His glassy eyes haven't seen Julia in her cabin, or if they have then he doesn't seem to care. With one bite, Claymore tears off one of the deers legs. A dull crunch as the deer's leg bones crack like glass under Claymore's bear-trap of a jaw. Looking toward the deer, Julia notices that the deer is an adult buck. She doesn't fancy her chances with Claymore at all. Claymore sits still for a good 10 minutes chewing at the deer, before it slumps down onto its side. Julia's bladder on the other hand is no mood to rest - she can feel it pressing out against the waist of her shorts. Glancing down she can see herself bulging a little. By now both hands are clenching herself shut. Her bladder screams for relief. She can feel the rock-hard ball against her wrists as they press against it - she has to leave the cabin now or she'll flood it. And then Claymore will ruin it. Julia slides a food toward the door. Even the slightest release of pressure on her bladder causes it to scream for release and Julia would love nothing more than to just let go. Her bladder begs her to let itself squeeze, her legs beg to feel the hot stream pour down them. Even her shorts seem to beg to let themselves be soaked. Her feet seem to hate every inch of the floor that doesn't have a hot yellow puddle over it. Still, Julia must leave. She slides her other foot to the door. And then the first again. And then the second. And then she slides the first into the door because she's not watching where she's going - her eyes are fixated on Claymore. Leaving her rifle leaning against the wall of the cabin, she uses one hand to feel for the door handle. The slight reduction in effort going to her bladder makes her body scream to explode where she stands. Her bladder tells her that whatever claymore could do won't be as bad as this. However, she knows it's lying, and she keeps going. She fumbles at the handle, and pushes the door open. She lifts one foot up to leave... Fst. A gentle spurt. But a hot spurt. A spurt that begs to be followed by more. Straight into Julia's hands. Feeling the heat her whole body begs her to release, and she has to put every drop of effort into not doing so. She forces her legs to move again, and as it does so another spurt makes its way out.  She wouldn't have let enough out to make a mark on her shorts if not for her hands - but because of her hands she has a coin-sized dark spot between her thighs. But she must keep moving. Claymore is a known man-killer, and a teenage girl like Julia would be nothing to him. So to stay alive she must move. But to stay dry she cannot. Julia decides being alive is more important. She shuffles her leg forward. This time she keeps dry. And then the other leg. Dry. She's out the door. She leans in, putting more pressure on her bladder, and pulls at the door. The door comes over and clatters gently shut. A sharp exhalation from Claymore tells Julia that he might have hear her, and that she needs to move quickly. Foot after foot, Julia shuffles like she's never shuffled before. And her bladder aches like it's never ached before. After 5 minutes she's almost 100 yards from the cabin. Now sound isn't an issue - Claymore won't hear her. On the other hand, moving is an issue. Julia's bladder won't take anymore. Nor will her legs. Nor will her feet. She tries to drag her left leg forward, but it stays rooted down. Her right leg is the same. Nothing. She squeezes on her bladder. She's left her shoes and rifle behind, the least she can do is get home dry. If she can get home. And her legs won't let her. And her bladder tells her why.  It's full. 100% No more stretching. No more time. It's full. And now it's time to empty. Julia's body begins to freeze in place, hands glued to her crotch.  And then her whole body tenses. Her torso, her legs, her fingers. Her bladder. Sqstt. A gentle squirt as some liquid hits her thighs. Julia has time to breath in. She tenses again. Sqsssstt A little more this time A drip or two escape her fingers And she tenses again SkSSSSSssst A powerful spurt of liquid is pressed against her hands. Yellow drops fall from between her fingers 'Hahhh' Julia can only wheeze as her body refuses to move 'Give up' her body tells her. And she knows there's no other choice. But she doesn't She tenses again SphSSSHHHHT! A stronger spurt, and a line  of drops patter against her bare feet. Digging her toes into the dirt, Julia tries her best to hold in her full capacity as her bladder insists on releasing bit by bit until she gives up. She tenses again SSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHT A massive spurt that sends a stream down her thighs and leaves a stain around her shorts. Julia's knees are weak, she can barely stand up Eyes tight shut, her hands in fists in her crotch, and digging her toes into the dirt, another wave hits Julia and her whole body jerks as she tenses WSSHSHSSSSSHHHHHHT 'Hahh! She falls to her knees, sat on her heels. The soles of her feet glisten as the sun bounces of the wet skin. She Shudders again as another wave hits WSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHT 'Heep!' Then Julia notices something new. A pleasant throbbing around her crotch. Her breathing is shallow and rapid, and her chest is tight. She's become hypersenstive. She's beginning to- Another shudder WSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH--- 'HAAaa!' By now her shorts are notably wet. Piss drips from her thighs. And Julia wants more than anything to just let go. So she does FSHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Hot piss bursts out of Julia as she opens the floodgates. It spatters against her shorts and pools in the seat, before falling through the fabric and cascading onto the floor. Where she's so sensitive, she can feel every drop as it shoots out of her and splatters down her thighs. Her face flushes bright red as pale yellow liquid coats her skin. Her breathing becomes more shallow and more rapid, and without realising she begins to moan, as the liquid jetting through her lips brings her closer and closer to the brink 'haa, huuh, huuh...' The world seems to fade white. The only things left are Julia and her bladder. She clamps one hand to her breast as piss continues streaming out of her 'Hahh, hahh, hahh' Her stream pounds down her shorts and flows down the legs and against her own. The grass and dirt soak up what they can, and Julia is kneeling in a puddle of hot mud within seconds. Sliding in between her feet and planting herself on the floor, Julia jams one hand against her throbbing pussy as how piss thrusts out of it 'haa! haa!' She presses against it's flow 'hAA!!' She presses on her bladder and the stream becomes a torrent 'HHAAAAAAAAA!!' Her body begins to tense up rhythmically, she feels like she's on fire. There's nothing in the world but her. Julia climaxes in a way she's never felt before, squealing as she does, falling onto her back and her whole body pulsing, gripping herself through her shorts as piss continues to jet out of her, now hitting her shorts and rolling down her back.  She falls onto her back and begins to pant as she catches her breath, still peeing into her shorts. Mud is splattered all down her legs and up her shirt. Mud and piss coat her feet. She lets her legs straighten out and lies still as she lets her bladder empty itself calmly. As she lies down, she closes her eyes and can't help but giggle as she feels the hot stream pour down her backside and pool around her. Completely exhausted by this ordeal, she lies in her puddle, panting and sweating with a huge grin. As the last of her pee trickles down, Julia sits up. Drops of piss fall from her shirt, and wet strands of hair cling to her neck. She looks at herself and giggles. She falls back onto her back and drifts off to sleep... Julia is awoken by a wet slap to the face. A hot, wet slap. She opens her eyes, to see two black, glassy eyes staring back at her. Black glassy eyes set deep in a black, hairless animal's face. Claymore. At first her bladder spasms again, and Julia squirts another drop of piss into her shorts. It takes her all her effort not to scream. But Claymore doesn't seem to notice. Using his nose he pushes gently at Julia, who climbs to her feet, trying hard not to slide in the mud. Claymore just watches her. She puts out a hand to touch him, and he rubs his head into her hand like a cat, before he turns around and leaves.  Julia can't help but feel a little disappointed. She heads back to her cabin, collects her stuff, and begins the journey home. How on earth will she explain the mess she's in? Not like it matters really, she can makes something up... Big thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did ;)  Any feed back is more than appreciated - what did I do well, what can I do better?
Hey, folks.  FeatherWatt here, from Literotica (also known as Phoenix Baker on Amazon and Smashwords).  For the past four years I've been working on a lesbian series called Mittens, about two best friends falling in love - one of whom has a watersports kink, which the two still haven't gotten around to properly indulging. So far I've got two novellas and two short stories, and they all just kinda dance around the whole pee thing (see what I did there?).  Right now I'm working on Soaking Wet Mittens - in which they'll actually go through with it, instead of just teasing and whispering about it.  Most watersports stories don't take 70,000 words before they get to any actual peeing, so I'm not gonna post the whole lot here - but I would appreciate some feedback on the wettest story, if y'all have the time. For those who are curious about the context, or who like to tease themselves, here are links to the first four stories on Literotica where you can read them for free: Mittens: https://www.literotica.com/s/mittens-1 Schrödinger's Mittens: https://www.literotica.com/s/schrodingers-mittens Cyber Mittens: https://www.literotica.com/s/cyber-mittens High Voltage Mittens: https://www.literotica.com/s/high-voltage-mittens-1 They're also available on Amazon or Smashwords if you prefer to read via an ereader. And here's the first chunk of Soaking Wet Mittens.  I write in a plain-text editor and then run it through a convertor to turn underscores into italics - since this is still a work-in-progress, the underscores are still there.  This is the first place I've posted any part of Soaking Wet Mittens, so any feedback would be extremely appreciated - hope you enjoy it! ------------------------------------------------ _This really should make sense,_ thought Samantha. _She said it shares a circuit with arousal. And... I guess it does, maybe?_ She glanced at the clock. _But it doesn't feel particularly sexy._ She squeezed her thighs close together, the pressure beneath her navel becoming more than just a nuisance. She checked the readings on her oscilloscope - _still not quite there, yet. Well, let's try a regulator with a little more oomph behind it._ _Not that I can concentrate on this, right now._ Samantha sat at her kitchen table, piled high with electronic detritus, trying to do something that no-one had, to her knowledge, tried before - the details of which weren't terribly important, because at the forefront of her mind was a desperate, urgent need to urinate. _Seventy minutes, now, since I drank the second glass._ She sighed, put down her probes, and sat back in her chair. _Okay. Body, talk to me. Mind, be quiet a moment._ She closed her eyes, and listened. Samantha's bladder reported plaintive, insistent orders to stop being silly and just go to the bathroom already, jeez. Her crotch spoke of slight quivery wetness. Her breasts, tenderness and sensitivity. Her lower back told her that since she's asking, it'd be great if she'd stop hunching forward over the breadboard. Her cheeks and forehead mumbled something about it being a little bit hot in here. Finally her brain, tired of being told what to do, piped up with an enthusiastic "You know what _would_ be sexy, Sam? If you texted Nina and told her what you were doing." Samantha's eyes opened to a frown, which melted into a tiny grin. _All right._ She picked up her phone and tapped out a message. Sam: Hey hon. Thought you might like to know, I drank a whole ton of water earlier and now I'm deliberately avoiding going to the bathroom. Sam: I wanted to see what it felt like. I'm just gonna hold it as long as I can. Love you! She put down her phone, picked up the probes, bit her lip, put the probes down, picked up the phone, and continued: Sam: Maybe I'll masturbate soon. Trying to pay attention to my body. She smiled. _That'll distract her. Note to self: don't get her sacked._ She turned on the soldering iron, and turned it off again a few seconds later when her phone buzzed. Nina: Jesus Sam Samantha grinned. She started to tap out a reply, and got as far as "What? What am I doi" before another message came in. Nina: I just turned red as a fire hydrant at my desk. You're evil sometimes. Sam: Oh, well if you don't want to be kept updated, just say so. Nina: Are you at your kitchen table? Sam: Yup. Nina: You have a linoleum floor. Just give in right where you sit. It's fun. :) Samantha put her hand to her mouth, giggling and blushing a little. Sam: whut Nina: You said you wanted to understand. :) Sam: You telling me to give in really isn't helping, here. Can't hold it in much longer. Gonna have to go soon. Nina: Maybe touch yourself during. Samantha cocked an eyebrow. _Hmm._ Sam: ...okay. :) I'll keep you updated! Nina: You're so awesome. :) Samantha put the phone down. She picked up the probes. She put them down again. Sam: ...have you seriously wet yourself on purpose? Clothed and all? Nina: I decline to comment on the matter! Incidentally, if you're going to do that, take your shoes and socks off. Samantha shook her head and grinned. Picked up the probes. Touched them to the legs of the chip, looked into the scope, sighed. _This is ridiculous. I can't analyze a waveform while I'm this distracted._ She frowned. _I wasn't even analyzing the waveform, was I? I'd already done that. I was going to solder in that new regulator._ "Fuck it," she muttered, and lifted herself out of the chair. "Some... some games." She slipped her phone into her pocket, and headed into the living room. "Yes," she said, to no-one in particular. _A violent video game, to distract me from the FUCKING SERIOUS pressure on my bladder._ She picked up the controller. She frowned. She put it down again. _But I'm supposed to be paying attention to that, aren't I? Understanding it and coming to know it, not distracting myself from it._ She flapped her hands against her sides, exasperated. _Well then, what do I do with myself, now?_ She sat down heavily on the sofa. _Sit here and need to pee, I guess.  And think about what it feels like._ She closed her eyes. _Urgency. A sense of internal pressure. Warm, liquid fullness. My body is telling me that it needs to do a thing, and if I leave it long enough, it will override my wishes and do the thing whether I want it to or not._ _That's... _kind of_ sexy, I guess? Knowing that my body can betray me and a) embarrass me and b) make a mess of my clothes and environment, if I don't pay attention to it..._ Samantha squeezed her thighs together, wriggling. _It certainly does make me very conscious of my body. I'm not just a person staring out at the world through two windows at the top of a mobile tower of flesh and bone - my mind, the thing of me that's "me," exists as a system of chemicals and electricity, and that system is hardwired into my nerves, and my nerves go all sort of places, and... oh, dear. Yes, it's _me_ that has to go to the bathroom, not just my body._ She wriggled some more, the fullness edging into desperation. _My body is me and my brain is me and they're inseparably intertwined, all part of one system. I can say "We are not the body" and "We are not the mind" as much as I want, but we _live_ in the body, and if the body _really_ needs to pee, then..._ She stood up. _Okay, I'm going. I'm going upstairs to take care of this._ She took a step. The pressure intensified then receded in a brief wave. _Yikes. Am I even going to make it up the stairs?_ Samantha's lips curled back in a wince. _I'd jolly well better, they're carpeted._ She padded into the hallway, turned the corner to the staircase, put one foot on the bottom step, and stopped. _This..._ she hesitated, not thinking, just feeling. _This feels good._ _Knowing that the relief is coming, any second. It intensifies it, but feels like a tiny sort of relief at the same time._ She took another step. _Discipline, Sam._ Another step. _Self-control. It's your body, and you're going to force it to compromise._ She started to walk slowly up the stairs. _Because you've never masturbated while needing to pee this badly before, and that's a worthwhile avenue of exploration. That's valuable data, if you're to understand this watersports kink of Nina's._ _So, here's the deal,_ mused Samantha, entering her bedroom and unbuttoning her jeans, _One orgasm. Just give yourself one orgasm, and then you can go and do what you have to do._ Her pocket vibrated around her ankles. She stepped out of her jeans, pulled the phone out - Nina. She answered. "Hey!" said Samantha, into the phone. "Hey hon," said Nina, tinny in Samantha's ear. "I'm on break. How's... everything going, over there?" Samantha grinned. "Are you around others?" "'fraid so." Samantha chuckled. "Well, you caught me in the bedroom, just as I was taking my pants off." She blushed. "I still haven't gone to the bathroom. I, uh... I guess I'm going to masturbate?" Samantha could hear the smile in Nina's voice. "That sounds great, Sam! I wanna hear all about that!" Samantha hooked her left thumb into her panties at the hip, and slid them down. "Well, okay then." *** Nina looked left and right, trying not to blush. In her left ear, Samantha's voice came through: "I'm wet, love. I'm wetter than I expected. I'm sliding two fingers inside myself right now - ah... can you hear that?" Nina swallowed. "You'll have to speak up, Sam, I'm in the cafeteria." "Listen." Then a rustle, knocks of fingers against plastic as Sam rearranged the phone in her hand, and then... then a soft, rhythmic squelching, and a background of quiet, contented little moans. "Okay," said Nina, trying to keep her voice steady - "I can hear you now." A rustling noise, and Samantha's voice, low and soft in Nina's ear. "I _really_ need to go, Nina." Nina felt the blush rise, against her wishes. "Well," she said, conscious of the eyes and ears around her, "that sounds pretty neat. How's that going?" "It's... different. Like there's this... double-fullness. I've never had anything inside me when I was _this_ desperate, Nina. Ooh..." Samantha's breath hitched. "It feels... weird, but good-weird, I think. Like... like a _newness._" Nina grinned. _And figuring out cafeteria-code is an interesting game._ "So," she said, in what she hoped was a conversational tone, "Will you come, then?" "Yes," breathed Samantha. "Very soon." "Because I'd really _like_ you to come." "Aahhh... I'm touching my clit, and I'm rubbing two fingers back and forth inside me..." "That sounds great," said Nina. "How's the weather, down there?" "_So_ fucking wet, Nina. Hot and wet and soft, and _full._ Incidentally, I can't _believe_ you're listening to me do this in the _cafeteria._ You're a naughty little bitch, aren't you, Nina?" "I am, yes," said Nina, conscious of how hot her ears were getting. "The weatherman said there was an area of high pressure moving in." She heard a grin. "You dirty, clever girl. You want me to talk about how badly I have to go?" _Do I admit that?  Do I tell her that I want to hear all about that?_  Nina's boss caught her eye - he was buying a sandwich. Nina gave him a jolly little wave. _Right where I sit, with my boss watching me?_ Nina grinned. _Naughty Nina._  "That'd be great, yeah." Nina's boss showed her a hesitant, polite smile, and waved back. "It almost hurts. I'm _desperate,_ Nina. Ahhhh... I'm _so_ full, love. I worry that I'll wet the bed when I come." _Oh God, please.  Please, Sam, let it go, let it all just rush out..._ Nina picked up a French fry, nibbled at it absently, unconsciously clenching her thighs together. "Well, you'd better come quick, then. That sounds like a mess." Nina heard a hesitation - then Samantha's voice, quiet, "You'd like me to, wouldn't you?" Nina felt a fine sheen of perspiration form on her forehead. _Tell her._  "That _is_ something I've thought about, a little." "Now I'm imagining you in my arms, hugging me close, telling me "Hey, no need to get up, just... ooh... just relax." And then... oh, love..." Nina swallowed.  "Go on." Samantha's breath hitched, accelerated - she squeaked "I'm coming!" into Nina's ear, and then let out a shuddering, moaning cry. Nina grinned.  "That sounds _great,_ Sam!" A few moments passed, Nina listening to Samantha's shivery exhalations, her ears burning hot.  Then Samantha, a smile in her breathy voice, said "Well, I didn't wet the bed." Nina giggled. "Well done!" "And now I'm hanging up because I _seriously_ have to pee _right now._" "All right, Sam. I'm really glad we could talk." A thought occurred to her. "Oh, and... when you go, keep me in mind, okay?" Samantha laughed. "Sure. I'll close my eyes and imagine I'm peeing on you. I want to do this one day, love. I'm just... getting used to the idea." Nina felt a warm glow just beneath her sternum. "I would _love_ to do that with you.  You have _no_ idea how much that means to me." "I think I do, love. And seriously, gotta go." Nina chuckled. "Heh. Okay. Talk to you later, Sam." "Okaybye!" said Samantha hurriedly, and hung up. "You okay, Nina?" Nina looked up. Her boss was staring down at her. "You look a little feverish." Nina's blush escalated. "Heh. Sorry, yeah. Just... just a little warm." He frowned. "It's set to seventy-two." Nina shrugged. "I'll be all right. Thanks for asking." He hesitated a moment, then sat down opposite Nina. _Uh-oh._ *** Samantha ran bare-bottomed to the bathroom, flipped the toilet lid up and sat down in T-shirt and socks, pressure building to an unbearable, aching degree, and continued to hold. _One more minute. One more minute, sat here.  One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand, four..._ _Huh. It got stronger when I sat down. Brain-body connections, one overriding the other, negotiating..._ She stroked two fingers over the wet, sensitive point of her clitoris. _I wonder what it'd feel like, for her..._ She moved the tip of her index finger slowly downwards, feeling it slide over her urethra, which cried out in protest. "Ah!" squeaked Samantha. _Jesus, that's intense._ _It'd probably feel... warm, and wet, and... trickly? Would it be thin like water, or slick like my fluids, or something in between?_ She blushed, her breathing labored, the pressure inside her peaking. Her middle finger continued downwards, finding the wide, wet, pulsing opening of her vagina. _I should know. I should know how the thing that I'm doing to someone feels to them._ She slipped her middle finger up to the first knuckle. "Jesus..." she breathed. _Fuck, that feels good._ She pushed. _Wow. I can actually feel a difference, inside._ _Okay, let's do this._ Her ring finger joined her middle finger, and pushed easily into soft, warm, sensitive, slippery Samantha, to the third knuckle - her index and little fingers cupped her pudenda, the palm of her hand flat against her tingling clitoris. "Ohh..." breathed Samantha, barely a whisper, not quite aware of the words she was saying.  "Oh my goodness..." Her orgasm was already swelling within her. _Is that normal? Is this why Nina does this? Those two sensations, each very different but sharing a note or two..._ She pressed gently on her g-spot, her palm rubbing slowly over her clitoris - a line of wetness running up her hand. Samantha let out a soft, quiet moan that was little more than a hum. _Okay. It's time. Let's see how this feels._ _Oh, wait - she asked that I think of her._ Images flashed through Samantha's mind - Nina, smiling up at her from between her legs, stroking Samantha's pussy, lips opening, a tongue slipping gently through her folds, and a whisper - "Relax, Sam." _I'm actually going to pee on my own hand..._ Samantha giggled a little. _Well, it is for science._ She took a deep breath. _Aaaand... here we go._ She let herself relax, feeling with her fingers as the tension left her - she exhaled slowly, anticipating sweet relief, letting go, a cool rush running up her spine. A second went by. Then another. _Okay, what?_ Nothing happened. The pressure in Samantha's bladder swelled to a pointed, intense peak, her urethra tingling. _Huh. Hard to go with my fingers inside myself, like this. Guess I should've expected that..._ She curled her fingers towards her bellybutton, massaging her g-spot, palm squelching in rhythmic strokes. "Oh God..." whispered Samantha, sensations intermingling in new and almost unbearable ways. She felt a hot, pointed pressure at her urethra, and a tiny extra droplet of wetness at her palm - but no stream, no relief. _Take out my fingers, or give myself an orgasm and see what happens?_ She grinned. _It wouldn't take much..._ The fingers of her left hand stroked up her belly underneath her T-shirt and cupped her breast - her nipple, engorged and erect and sensitive, found itself between her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed as her right hand squelched and beckoned, felt pressure and friction inside and out, felt her orgasm come rushing up on her as her desperation hit its absolute highest peak... A tiny, hot trickle of urine ran down Samantha's palm. "Fuck!" Samantha threw her head back and growled, glasses bouncing on her nose, the floodgates opening as her orgasm coursed through her, warmth running between her fingers, pooling in the palm of her hand, dripping down her thighs, trickling around to her buttocks, flooding her labia. _It's so... _pointy!_ A peaked, intense moment of release, and waves of bliss following, like a dam breaking and sun pouring out..._ She shuddered, relief and ecstasy washing over her and through her and out of her, and wondered _is this what a man's orgasm feels like? Is this like ejaculating? No wonder..._ The last waves of her orgasm pulsing slowly outwards from her drenched vagina, Samantha pulled her fingers back, felt the stream strengthen, paid close attention to how it felt running down her sensitive fingertips, droplets cooling on her buttocks, trickling sounds as it hit the water below. She felt herself emptying, as she was still shivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. _This is all so new. It's so warm - it feels hotter than my insides. How can that be?_ Finally the stream died down, stopped. Samantha let out a long, contented sigh, and sat for a moment, eyes closed, relishing the sensations, little aftershocks, tiny pulses of bliss accompanying trickles between her legs. Her fingertips dripped. She opened her eyes and brought her hand up for inspection. _Hmm. Well, _obviously_ it's covered in urine and vaginal fluids. What did I expect?_ Breathing hard, she stared at her hand, glistening in the light. A droplet slipped from the underside of her right buttock and fell into the toilet with a tiny splash. She rubbed her fingers together. _Hmm. Yes, slicker than water, but thinner than my fluids.  Thought so._ _I can certainly see the tactile appeal. It felt nice down my hand. Warm and trickly. Felt nice down my thighs, too..._ She caught the light, watched the way it made jewels on her hand. _But it's still... well... it's still urine, is the thing._ _And Nina wants me to do this in her mouth, one day. What on Earth does it even taste like?_ She brought her fingers closer to her face. _I should probably have some experience._ _This is definitely the weirdest thing I've ever done._ She opened her mouth, looked at her fingers. "No," she breathed. _Not ready for that yet. But maybe..._ She breathed in the scent. "Oh, EW!" she recoiled. _It smells of piss!_ She grimaced, and took another cautious sniff. _And toast!_ She unrolled toilet paper with her left hand, keeping her right at arm's length. _How can Nina want _that_ in her _mouth?_ Yuck!_ She dabbed herself at least dry enough to make it to the shower without dripping on the floor, and flushed. _Clearly, if I'm to fully grok this thing, there is yet more research to be done._ She stood up, and headed to the shower. _At least two more pints' worth._ *** _Well,_ thought Nina. _That's something of a turnaround._ Walking back to the car, she dialed Samantha. "Hey you," said Samantha. "Just got out of the shower. Are you still on break?" Nina took a breath. "You'll never guess what just happened." "Meteorite?" "No." Nina frowned. "_Still_ not a meteorite. My boss saw me blushing in the cafeteria." She heard Samantha's breath catch. "Shit. Did I get you fired?" Nina grinned. "No. He actually told me to take the afternoon off! And he's still gonna pay me for it!" "_What?_ Horrible Hodgson, doing something _nice?_ Did the Ghost of Christmas Future finally come and visit him?" Nina shrugged, pulling keys from her purse. "He said he knew I'd been working really hard on the transfer project, today was a slow day, I looked feverish. He was probably just concerned that I might be contagious, but still." Her key wriggled into the lock. "Unexpected of him. So I guess I have a longish weekend." "Huh," said Samantha, as Nina got in and slammed the door. "I suppose even a stopped clock is right twice a day." "I guess," said Nina. "Hold on a sec." She opened the door again, slammed it shut properly this time. "So. You got any plans for the afternoon?" She turned the key. "Nothing I couldn't cancel." Nina grinned. "You wanna get together and tell me how your little experiment went? Come on, you piece of shit." "What?" "Not you." The engine caught, turned over, and whinnied into reluctant life. "Ah, there it goes." "The car again, huh?" Nina sighed. "There's still meat on the bone." "Oh, and yes. Come over. In fact, there's... actually, no, I'll tell you when you get here." Nina cocked an eyebrow. "Okay then. I'll be about half an hour." *** _That car._ Samantha turned the mittens over and over in her hands. _That fucking breakdown-deathtrap-rustbucket, stealing more of her life every day._ _When's it going to be time? Time for us to talk about it, time for her to not have to do that anymore?_ _Time for her to do something she loves, instead of something she has to do._ She got up, paced around. _Will it be time when I ask her to move in with me? How does one bring this up?_ _Dad always said that Americans are funny about money, and... well, we are._ Samantha frowned. _...are we? Is this just me being socially weird again, and secretly everyone talks about how much they earn?_ She sighed. _I want her to be her own woman. I don't want to own her._ _I just don't want her to ever have to do anything that she doesn't want to do._ Samantha sat back down, picked up the mitten, stared at it. _And I'm contemplating the mittens thing, and the not-talking thing, and the pee thing, and... in that sense, for that day, I _will_ own her. Utterly and completely._ _With her enthusiastic consent, most likely._ She picked up her phone, checked it for new notifications, came up empty. _Blurred lines. Also, if I do that... if I just say "Hey, you can quit, find something you _want_ to do, crafts or whatever, writing, volunteering, whatever you feel like," then..._ _...then that's the sort of scenario where one can fall into "Owning" someone without even meaning to._ _Unless I'm wrong about that, too. Overthinking. Paranoia. Choice paralysis._ Doorbell. _Shit. I haven't had a chance to think this through properly._ She hid the mittens beneath a couch cushion, and headed towards the door. _Should I wing it, or put it off some more? And how long am I going to put it off, and..._ Samantha opened the door. "Hey!" Nina stepped over her threshold and kissed her - a quick peck on the lips. Then she drew back, looked at her for a moment, grinned, and went back in for more. "Mmph," said Samantha, lips sliding gently together. Nina's hands touched her hips, stroked upwards to her lower back and shoulderblades as she stepped closer and pressed herself against Samantha, breast to breast and loin to loin and mouth to mouth. "Mmm-_hmm,_" agreed Nina, as Samantha wrapped her arms around her and squeezed. _Well, hi._ Nina drew back, and pressed Samantha's glasses back up her nose with a grin. "Good day?" Samantha smiled. "Better now. Come sit down with me." Nina curled her hand into Samantha's. _That still feels so good. Holding my hand, the ten steps to the living room._ Together they walked, sideways in the narrow corridor, to the living room. They sat down. "So!" said Nina. "What do you want to do today?" Samantha's grin took on an impish quality. "A few things." Nina sat back and stretched, arms above her head. "Oh yes?" _Look at her. Just look at that catlike elongation, draping herself around. How come I didn't fall in love with her sooner?_ "Well, I'd like to tell you all about what I did in the bathroom earlier. And something else I've got planned. And..." Samantha looked down. "I wanna talk about your car." Nina collapsed out of the stretch, eyes sparkling. "What'd you do in the bathroom?" Samantha chuckled. "Maybe in reverse order. No, actually, the last thing, then the first thing, then the second. Just to mix everything up." Nina lifted a hand, dropped it. "What about the car?" "Well... how much life's left in it, d'you think?" Nina looked around, pondering. "I don't know, Sam." She sighed. "Needs tires. Brake pads. I'm getting kind of tired of topping up the radiator every day. Air conditioning hasn't worked since I've had it. It's burning oil, but not enough that it won't pass inspection. Most of the rust's just cosmetic." She shrugged. "Hopefully it'll do for another year or so." Samantha bit her lip. _Christ, this is harder than I'd thought._ "Nina, I want to talk to you about... about your car, and I guess, in a larger sense, about us..." Nina's head whipped to face Samantha, her shoulders tense. "What?" "Oh, it's nothing bad!" Samantha held up both hands, palm-outwards. "At least, I _hope_ it's not bad..." Nina seemed to untense a little. "Okay. Um..." she sighed, and looked towards the TV, which was turned off. "Sorry. Just... In future, Sam..." Samantha leaned forward. "Yes?" Nina looked back towards Samantha. "My car is a piece of shit, and I expect it to give up and leave me stuck on the side of the road any day now." She grinned. "I very much _don't_ feel the same way about our relationship. Hearing them talked about in the same sentence, like that..." She shook her head, chuckling. "Oh," said Samantha. "Yeah, I see." She took Nina's hand. "No, we're _rock-solid,_ love. We're, like... I dunno, we're like one of those old Volkswagen buses that's just gonna keep going forever." Nina cocked an eyebrow. "Not the analogy I'd have chosen, but... as long as it's got a flower painted on its spare wheel case, I can live with that." Samantha grinned. "Yes. Yes, it does." Nina's fingers curled around Samantha's. "So, then, what _is_ it, Sam?" Samantha took a deep breath. "I've been thinking a lot lately, about... well, about money." Nina frowned. "Howso?" "I've wanted to bring it up for a while, but... I didn't want to do so in a way that'd be, like... bad, somehow." She shook her head, flailed her other hand in the air uselessly. "I have a lot I want to say and I don't know the order in which to say it, but the gist is that I want to make you happy... but I want to make you happy in the way you _want_ to be made happy." Nina frowned. She put a hand on Samantha's shoulder. "Sam. Whatever it is, let's hear it. I don't like seeing you tie yourself in knots." Samantha sat back, put her feet up on the couch and wrapped her arms around her knees, not looking at Nina. "Do you remember," she said, quietly, "when we'd be talking about something online, and we'd be... well, not _fighting_ about something, because we don't really _do_ that, but we had some bone to pick that we needed to talk about - and you'd see me typing for a long time, and then a big wall of text would appear, and I'd sit and bite my nails while you read it?" Nina nodded. "You'd blurt it all out in one go and then I'd go through it point-by-point. And, pretty much always as I recall, it'd turn out to be..." She hesitated. "I hate to say this, Sam, but it'd end up that you'd been worrying about worrying, half the time." Samantha looked up at Nina. She swallowed. _Tell her._ "The more I think about... the thing, the more I think I might have been letting you believe something about me that's not true." Nina cocked her head to the side. "Well, you'd better tell me what it is, so you don't have to worry about that anymore." Samantha exhaled. _That was the perfect thing to say. But this is still frightening..._ _Just do it, Sam._ "Nina..." breathed Samantha, avoiding her eyes, "how much money do you think I have?" Nina frowned. She looked down, pouted a little, brow furrowed. Samantha held her breath. "I don't _know,_" she said eventually, with genuine wonder in her voice. "I know you've got one of those jobs that takes five minutes to explain, and they usually pay pretty well - but then again, I know what bosses are like, and what the economy's like, and how nobody's really getting what they deserve. You do things like put a computer in a shower, but you probably already had the parts lying around, and it saves water and heat too." She took her hand from Samantha's shoulder, put it to her chin. "Your car's not new, but it's not a piece of shit, either. You go to flea markets and thrift stores. Your house is small, but it's in a nice neighborhood and it's not falling down, and it seems like just the right size for you. It all points to comfortable, not rich, not poor, but... sensible about it, and I know rich people get rich by not spending money that they don't have to spend." She looked towards the TV. "And yet. Serious speakers, serious TV, and I've never seen you _wait_ on a new game you're excited about. I've never heard you _worry_ about money, and even my well-off friends do _that._" She looked towards Samantha. "We go to nice restaurants, and..." She paused, a realization passing over her face. "Oh, _Sam._" Samantha cringed. "What?" "And... you let me pay, when I insist, even though you know I can't really afford to..." Nina exhaled. "I think I might have an idea what it is." Samantha sat for a moment. "...really?" Nina nodded, her eyes still on Samantha's expensive speakers. "Maybe. I know you don't want to drag the words out yourself, Sam, so... I'll tell you what I _think_ you're worried about, and you can just tell me how accurate I am." Samantha sat back, steeled herself. "Okay," she breathed. "I think that it's one of two extremes. It's either that you're poor as a church mouse, and you buy things like games and neat electronics toys on impulse, and you might be secretly in a lot of debt. And if that's the case, I can help - I love you, and I want us to fix it together. But... I think what's more likely, knowing what you're like," said Nina, looking at Samantha, "is that you're actually rich." Samantha squeaked a little, then cleared her throat. "Okay," she managed. "I think that you don't think of yourself as "secretly" rich," continued Nina, "but you just couldn't find a way to bring it up. In fact, I don't think you even think of yourself as rich. I think that you've been driving yourself bananas agonizing over this, because whether you meant to or not, it became a secret that you'd kept from me." She turned to Samantha. "And I think that you want to buy me a new car, but you're worried that that'll mean that you, like, _own_ me or something." They sat in silence for a moment. "And that's all I've got," said Nina, quietly. "How far off the mark was I?" "You were pretty close," whispered Samantha. _I want to look at her. I want to know if she's smiling, or if she looks dead. I want to know if she's hurt that I've kept it from her..._ _But I didn't mean to!_ _...but I did, anyway._ "Then what did I miss out?" asked Nina. Samantha looked up at her, blinking, surprised to feel a shiver run up her spine. "Um..." "Was it... _magnitude?_" asked Nina. A faint smile appeared. _Oh, thank God. A smile._ "Are you, like..." Nina cocked her head and grinned, narrowing her eyes at Samantha a little. "A secret billionaire? Have you got a lair in a volcano somewhere?" Samantha felt a smile of her own twitching at the corners of her mouth. She shook her head, looked at her thumbs. "So..." began Nina, and stopped. "Hang on. Okay. When I ask you this, I'm not asking how much you've kept a secret from me so I can be mad at you, okay? I'm asking how much you've tortured yourself on my behalf, so that I know how much to hug you." "I've been giving half my salary to Doctors Without Borders for three years," muttered Samantha. Silence. She looked up at Nina. Her eyes were wide. She looked away again. "I don't want to own you," she said, almost whispering. "I just want you to not have to do things that you don't want to do." More silence, then Nina cleared her throat. "Sam," said Nina, very quietly, "just how much are we talking, here?" Samantha pulled out her phone, tapped a couple of things. She put her phone away. She looked up, to meet Nina's eyes. She looked down, at her toes. She wriggled them. _Just say it, Sam._ She took a deep breath. "Three hundred and eighty-four thousand -" she heard a sharp intake of breath - "four hundred and thirty-one dollars, and eight cents." There was silence, for a long time. "I mean, that's spread around and liquid," sputtered Samantha. "There's other stuff too, you know, like..." her voice died off, slowly - "investments, and... things..." _Oh my fucking God! What is she thinking! Tell me what you're thinking, Nina!_ She looked up. Nina was staring off into space, her lips parted. "Okay," said Nina, after a few more seconds. She turned to Samantha, slowly, her expression still shocked. "Right, then." "I don't want to _change_ you!" wailed Samantha. "I just want to make you _happy!_ I didn't know how to tell you, I'm _sorry!_ God, Nina, I'm so sorry!" Nina swallowed. She reached out a shaky hand, patted Samantha on the knee. "Shh. Shh, Sam, it's okay." Samantha bit her tongue so that she did not say "It's NOT!" - and sat waiting for more input from Nina. _I can't bear this. I can't bear not knowing._ "What are you thinking right now?" asked Samantha, a lump in her throat. Nina blinked, took a deep breath, shook her head. "I don't know, Sam. Mostly I'm sorry that you beat yourself up so hard over this." "All this time, I've been watching you struggle..." Nina looked sharply at Samantha. "Sam, when I was in trouble, you helped me out. And then _again,_ afterwards, and hell, Sam..." She shook her head. "You didn't make anything feel like charity. You just _knew_ that _everyone's_ struggling right now, and you kept saying that, and..." She sighed, looked down. "How did you decide how much to give me, those two times?" Samantha shook her head. "I didn't. I didn't, like, sit around thinking "How much does she deserve," or "How much should I give her so she doesn't realize I could give more," or "How much should I give her so that -"" "I know you didn't, Sam," murmured Nina. "You _wouldn't._ I'm assuming good faith, here." "I - I don't know," finished Samantha, voice dying to a squeak. "I just pulled a number out of the air." They sat, Samantha looking at Nina, Nina looking at the floor. "What do we do now, Nina?" Nina shook her head. "I don't know." More silence. "What do you _want_ to do, Sam?" Samantha hugged her knees. "I want the world to be a magical place where I can just _give_ you enough money so that you didn't have to work ever again, and you could do crafts or writing or programming or painting or volunteer somewhere or get your veterinary degree or any of those things, and you'd never feel an obligation towards me for any of it and it didn't change who you are or turn you into a housewife because I love you more than life itself _exactly_ as you are." Nina showed a faint smile. "I love you too. Did the money change _you,_ Sam?" Sam pulled her knees closer to her chest. "I try not to let it, but I'd be an idiot if I said it didn't." "I don't think it did," whispered Nina. "What do _you_ want to do, hon?" asked Samantha. Nina spoke very quietly. "It might well be foolishness, but I want to live in that world too." She turned to Samantha. Slowly, sun in her hair, the smile showed through. "Or die trying." Suddenly, explosively, she hugged Samantha. Samantha felt the very breath being squeezed from her. "I just don't want to change you," she said, again, tears falling down her cheeks. "We'll change each other," said Nina, into Samantha's breast. "We already have." She buried her face in Samantha's neck. "In good ways. You're not the Samantha I fell in love with, and that's not a bad thing. You change. I change. We change each other. Change is good." Samantha laughed through tears. "Well, you _did_ turn me into a lesbian." Nina laughed, muffled against Samantha's shoulder. "See? The Sam I fell in love with was straight." Samantha sniffled. "Straight-_ish._" She patted Nina's back. "We wouldn't have gotten far like that," whispered Nina, into Samantha's ear. "Would we. _Mistress._" Samantha sighed happily, relief and excitement washing over her. "No," she breathed, voice shaking. "No, we wouldn't..." Samantha leaned just the slightest fraction, and gently bit Nina's earlobe. "...little rabbit." *** SOAKING WET MITTENS Nina: THAT WAS THE PROLOGUE. Samantha: Yup. We're doing a new thing here, where the introductory Internet chatlog comes in after the first bit of story! Nina: So! Welcome to Soaking Wet Mittens! Nina: In case you hadn't picked up on it, this story is full of lesbian watersports! Samantha: Indeed it is. Newcomers - those who came just for the watersports - in "Mittens," Nina and I fall in love. In "High Voltage Mittens," the subject of Nina's watersports kink is first raised, confessed and explored, but mostly we're playing around with electricity, as the title would suggest. Nina: So if you don't like pee, you've had PLENTY of warning! Samantha: Also, as is traditional, we're typing this chatlog on laptops - mine is supported by Nina's naked back, and I have a hairbrush handy for spanking her. Nina: Most lesbian watersports books don't take two novellas and a bunch of short stories before they get to the actual peeing. Samantha: Well, d'you want it done fast, or d'you want it done right? Nina: I want it done NOW, which is good, because it's happening now! Samantha: Actually, what's happening now is that, off-screen, you and I are snuggling and I'm reaching underneath the cushion for the mittens, and I'm laying out exactly what I want to do to you tomorrow, and you're basically nodding a lot and squeeing. Nina: Remind me why we're not actually showing that to the reader? Samantha: Because although it wasn't a surprise for you - at least, the general structure wasn't a surprise, even if some details were - we want it to be a surprise for the reader. Nina: So basically right now we're writing a porn story where we close the curtains over the sexy bit. Samantha: It's not the only sexy bit! Just... just the bit that gives away the whole thing. Nina: Ow! Nina: What was _that_ for? Samantha: Oh, just passing the time. Nina: OW! Ouch, you big meanie! Samantha: Okay, we should be done with the negotiations by now. Shall we take a look? Nina: Yes. Happy reading, folks! Samantha: We'll see you again after the story. *** Nina trembled, staring at the mittens Samantha held out to her. "That sounds..." she swallowed. "_Wow,_ Sam. That's... just..." "Do you _like_ the idea?" Nina looked up into Samantha's eyes. They were vulnerable, concerned - _she's planned this all out carefully. She's been thinking about it for a long time._ _And she's figured everything out. All my buttons, well-pressed, for a whole day._ Nina nodded. "I _love_ the idea. It's scary, but I love it." Samantha giggled. "I'm scaring _you?_ I thought _I_ was the vanilla one!" Nina shrugged. "You surprise me. You _keep_ surprising me." _I told an eccentric genius that I get off on pain, humiliation, fear and degradation - and she wants to make me happy. I really should expect to be surprised._ "May I?" asked Nina, reaching out for the mitten. "Of course," said Samantha. "Here." She didn't let Nina take the mitten - she did something frighteningly dexterous with inhuman speed and accuracy, and Nina's reaching hand was enveloped in soft, smooth fabric. "Oh, _wow,_" said Nina, a cold rush of excitement and fear running up her spine. "The inside feels _amazing._" "It's a synthetic. Poly-something-or-other." "It feels _cold._ It's like... it feels like a fall morning, somehow, like..." Nina thought for a moment. "Like skin just out of the shower, or certain sorts of fruit..." Samantha passed Nina the TV remote. "Here. Try to turn the television on." With her mitted hand, Nina took the remote. It slipped around on the fabric. _Can't get a grip on it. Can't even really feel it, through the padding._ Out of unconscious reflex, she brought her left hand up to help. Samantha moved quickly. _Did she? She didn't _seem_ to move quickly. She was just... in exactly the right place, ahead of time. She barely moved a muscle, and now look at my hands..._ Both hands were encased in pretty white mittens. Pretty white mittens with no thumbs. _My hands are like cat's paws,_ mused Nina, _only even lacking claws. They're like little flippers._ "These make me feel..." Nina struggled for words. "Harmless." She looked up at Samantha. "I feel like a pretty, harmless little..." Her breath caught. "Oh, _Sam._" Samantha nodded. She wasn't smiling. "Good. A pretty, harmless little white rabbit. Turn the television on, Nina." Nina fumbled with the remote. It slipped around in the mitten, refusing to co-operate. "Wow, this is _hard,_" breathed Nina. "Let me just..." "_Get a move on,_" snapped Samantha. A cold rush went through Nina's belly. "I'm sorry, Mistress, I'm trying..." She cupped the remote sideways so that the body rested between the fingertips of her right hand and the meat where her palm met her wrist. "Okay, nearly got it, Mistress, just a moment..." With her left hand, Nina flapped uselessly at the power button. "You're hitting several buttons at once," said Samantha - her tone was low, disgusted. "That _obviously_ won't work, you stupid girl." "I'm _sorry,_ Mistress! Please don't be angry!" Samantha leaned close, muscles shifting in her shoulders. "I'll be as angry as I damn well want. That remote won't operate if it senses that it's being handled by someone that can't even be trusted with something as trivial as receiving a television broadcast." "I'm _sorry!_" Nina felt for the power button - futile. She tried to hold still, tried to concentrate - but she felt Samantha's eyes, her intimidating muscle-weight, shifting closer, the sofa compressing and Nina falling closer into Samantha's gravity... "If the remote detects multiple simultaneous inputs, then it will surmise that it's being chewed on by a _dog,_ Nina, and it'll ignore you, and quite rightly so. I can't _believe_ I have to explain this to you. Now do it properly, or _you will be fucking sorry._" "I'm _trying,_ Mistress, I'm -" the TV switched on. "I did it!" Samantha patted Nina on the head. "Good _girl,_ Nina. _Very_ good girl. _Clever_ girl." With one finger, she reached into Nina's hand, and the TV fell dark and silent. _With one finger, in one second, she just undid what it took me half a minute of concentrated effort to achieve._ _That's a display of terrifying power._ She looked over at Samantha. Samantha was looking back, grinning, eyes bright. "Was that okay?" asked Samantha. "Fuck, Sam!" gasped Nina. "That was... _wow._ I felt so... I felt like an animal! Like a _pet!_" Samantha kissed her on the lips - a tiny, brief peck. "Do you like that?" she whispered, hot breath on Nina's lips. In response, Nina wrapped her paws around Samantha, hugged her tightly, and kissed her. Samantha's hands went around Nina's shoulders and head, fingers in her hair, and Nina felt Samantha's weight press her backwards into the couch. Nina felt Samantha's weight pressing in on her - a comforting weight that could become terrifying any time Sam wanted it to be. Their lips parted, and Samantha's eyes looked into hers. "You, uh... you know I was only pretending to be mad, right?" Nina giggled. "Of course, Sam." Samantha grinned, and kissed her again. "Fuck me?" whispered Samantha, in Nina's ear. "Yes..." breathed Nina, running her mittened hands down to Samantha's butt and giving it a playful squeeze. _Still feels firm, even through these mittens..._ Samantha chuckled. "Let's take those off." Samantha leaned back, her hair brushing Nina's nose - _she's been soldering today_ - and gently pulled the mittens off Nina's hands. "My hands are cold, now..." whispered Nina. "Warm them," said Samantha, licking Nina's earlobe. Nina slid her hands around Samantha's hips to her rear. _My God..._ "Sam, my hands are more sensitive now!" "Really?" whispered Samantha in her ear - hot, damp breath, and a squirm in Nina's hands. "The mittens were only on you for a minute." "I can feel the weave of the denim..." "Give me a squeeze, hon," said Samantha. Nina complied, feeling the line of Samantha's underwear beneath the jeans, the firm buttocks beneath. "Ooh... That's nice," mused Samantha. "Tell me what you did today," said Nina, blushing a little. Samantha looked down and showed Nina a grin. "Can I pantomime it?" Nina grinned back. "Go on, then." Samantha sat up, straddling Nina. "Okay, then." She looked Nina in the eye and grinned, and Nina saw Samantha's blush rise as she spoke. "I decided I wanted to understand your kink, so I drank two pints of water. With ice in it, because I'm fancy like that. The first pint, I pretty much downed. Then I felt a little sick and too full, so I drank the second one more slowly. I was working on something while I was drinking it, and round about the time I finished the second pint, I felt..." She patted herself, just below the bellybutton. "A little bit full." "So what'd you do?" asked Nina. Samantha shrugged, and grinned. "Nothing. I just carried on working, and tried to pay attention to what I was feeling." Nina propped herself up on her elbows. "Sam, when was the last time you actually, seriously, _needed_ to go?" Samantha thought for a moment. "When I almost peed on you in the shower that time.  Before that, I was stuck in traffic sometime last year, I think. But before _then..._ yeah, it's not a thing that happens too often, as an adult." "So you just sat there and needed to pee, until you texted me?" Samantha grinned. "Pretty much. And then, well... you know what happened, while we were on the phone. You heard it." Nina nodded. "I did. And it got me the afternoon off work, so double bonus." "After I put the phone down," continued Samantha, "I was wearing just a t-shirt and socks, and I _ran_ to the bathroom. And I, uh... I sat down, you know..." Nina grinned, watching Samantha's blush deepening, feeling her own following. "And?" Samantha looked away, and smiled. "I'll show you." She stood up, wriggled out of her jeans - her panties were standard-issue white briefs, and they joined the jeans on the floor a moment later. Nina watched Samantha straddle her knees on the couch, her dark brown pubic hair visible beneath a black T-shirt that smelled of solder, her labia glistening. _God, don't show me that and not let me kiss it..._ "I sat down," said Samantha, "and I did this." With a quiet, wet sound, her middle and ring fingers slipped between her labia and curled backwards, up inside her. "Ooh!" squealed Nina. "I _like_ that!" "And I sat there, and I squished around inside myself..." a little squelching sound, and a movement of Samantha's knuckles - "ooh... And I relaxed." "Yeah?" "And nothing happened," said Samantha, with a grin. "And Nina, I really, _badly_ needed to go. It was a little painful, but..." Her blush reached her ears. "It felt good." "What'd you do?" asked Nina, watching Samantha's knuckles writhe. "I wondered whether to pull my fingers out and let myself pee, or whether to give myself an orgasm and see what happened." Nina grinned. "You chose the orgasm, didn't you?" "Of course!" said Samantha. "When presented with the option, _always_ choose the orgasm!" Nina laughed. "So you sat around and made yourself come while really needing to pee. _Again._ It's an addictive feeling, huh?" Samantha nodded, giggling. "It is." Nina reached out a hand and stroked up the inside of Samantha's left thigh; at the top, she cupped Samantha's knuckles, felt the hot fluid coating them. Samantha moaned at Nina's touch. "Did it have the desired effect?" "Ufff... Nina..." Samantha's other hand worked its way down, and clamped Nina's hand between its palm and the soft, wet, hot flesh above it, as Samantha's own fingers slipped out. "Yes..." she breathed, guiding Nina's fingers to where Samantha's used to be. Nina felt her index and middle fingers delve through soft folds; they found the entrance to Samantha's vagina, they stroked around a twitching ring of muscle, they slid effortlessly into hot, slippery insides. Samantha clenched, squeezing Nina's fingers in a warm embrace. "What'd it feel like, Sam?" asked Nina, beginning to move her fingers back and forth inside Samantha, feeling her labia first stroke inwards and then slide outwards, clasping to her fingers as if begging her to stay. "Pointy," murmured Samantha, moving her hips just a little. "Intense, and hot, and... I think it felt like how a man must feel when he comes, when the dam breaks and it all comes streaming out..." "Mmm," said Nina, gently curling her fingertips forward in little come-here gestures, to Samantha's shuddering delight. She looked up, into Samantha's eyes. "What did it feel like on your hand?" "Wet," said Samantha. "Ah... drippy. Slick. It trickled down my thighs a bit." "Did it go down your butt?" asked Nina, shuffling down on the couch, slipping her fingers backwards and out, making a come-here motion to Samantha. Samantha obliged, shuffling forward, positioning her crotch over Nina's face. _My god... I'll never get tired of this..._ Samantha's pussy hovered an inch above her nose, fragrant, slick, her labia and clitoris engorged with excitement. "Yes," murmured Samantha. "It dripped down my butt. More than I really expected." "Hmm," said Nina, and opened her mouth. She had planned to clamp her lips against Samantha's pudenda and slither her tongue inside, but a moment before she did, a droplet of fluid descended from Samantha's pussy and landed on Nina's tongue. "Oh my God," whispered Nina, the strand sticking to her lips. "You're _dripping._" "And you took your fingers away," said Samantha, and lowered herself onto Nina's lips. Nina breathed in Samantha's scent - heavy and deep and spiced, her pubic hair tickling Nina's nose - and slid her tongue upwards. With Samantha's warm, slick pussy sitting where it was, Nina's tongue left her mouth and entered Samantha without ever feeling the outside world between them. "Ah," breathed Samantha, her fingers running through Nina's hair. "Mmm," breathed Nina into Samantha's heat and flavor - knowing that she'd send delicious vibrations into Samantha. "And then I took a shower," whispered Samantha, as her hips began to rock back and forth. Nina's hands ran up the outside of Samantha's muscular thighs, and placed themselves on her bottom, feeling softness twitch firm with each forward stroke. Nina pushed her tongue forwards, slipped it through Samantha's threshold and deep inside, where the flavor was stronger and the heat more intense. "And then I drank another two pints of water," said Samantha. Nina looked upwards, saw Samantha's eyes grinning down at her, her glasses sliding forward. Nina pulled back a little. "What?" Samantha shrugged. "I wanted to do some more research." She smiled down at Nina, her eyes narrowing. "I wasn't expecting you." Nina stared upwards, through a tuft of dark brown pubic hair. "How long ago was this?" "Long enough," breathed Samantha. Nina felt her heart rate increase - she suddenly felt cold, shivery, excited. "Do you..." she swallowed. "Getting there," chuckled Samantha. Nina, barely noticing she was doing it, kissed Samantha's clitoris - _well, it's there_ - and grinned. "What d'you want to do about it?" Samantha paused before responding. Nina watched the blush rise. "I don't know if I _can_ do something about it." "How d'you mean?" Samantha's labia slithered against Nina's lips as she talked. "If you're shy, that's okay." "I am," blushed Samantha. "That's why I was doing research. I want to _understand_ this, love, because it's a part of you." Nina felt butterflies. "Aw, Sam." She grinned into Samantha's pubic hair. "That's so sweet." "I love you, Nina," murmured Samantha. "I love you too, Sam," said Nina, into Samantha's crotch. "But if we're gonna keep talking, sit back." "Oh, sorry," said Samantha, shuffling backwards. "Wait, _are_ we talking, or are we licking?" Nina laughed. "You tell me!" Samantha grinned down at Nina, blushing. "I gotta pee," she whimpered. Nina playfully squeezed Samantha's right buttock. "Well, shall I entertain myself while you run upstairs, or shall we make an occasion of it?" Samantha bit her lip. "I don't know. Make an occasion how?" Nina shrugged. "Whatever you're comfortable with, Sam." "Let's talk," said Samantha, shuffling off Nina and sitting down on the couch. "Oh." She frowned. "Well, it's a wet spot now, it's not gonna get any better if I stand up again." Nina giggled. "This is a picture of pantsless domestic bliss, right here. Well, what d'you want to talk about?" "Give me some options," said Samantha. "For... you know." Nina placed her hand on Samantha's right thigh. "We don't have to do _anything,_ Sam, if you're uncomfortable with it." Samantha nodded. "I know. I'm working my way _around_ to being comfortable with it, and... well," she shrugged, "I just wanna hear what sort of things you might have in mind." Nina smiled. "Okay. Well, let's see..." "With some urgency," said Samantha. "I could lick you while you need to go," said Nina. "You said you liked the sensation, right?" Samantha lifted the corner of her mouth, mulling it over. "That's a possibility - but what about when... well, when I can't hold it anymore?" "Hmm. That _is_ the end we have in mind, isn't it?" "I can't hold it _forever,_ love." Nina's blush reached her ears. "Do you _want_ to..." she hesitated. "Um..." Samantha grinned, and spoke in a low, breathy voice - "In your mouth?" Nina could only blush, grin, and nod. "Not today," said Samantha, "if that's okay. I don't know if I'm ready for that, yet. Honestly I'm pretty shy about even going while you watch." _Oh, there we are._ "Shy in the I-don't-want-to-do-this sort of way, or in the this-is-embarrassing-and-that-could-be-sexy sort of way?" Samantha hesitated. Nina's heart threatened to pound out of her chest, a fine sheen of perspiration appearing between her shoulderblades. "I think," said Samantha, at last, "that could be fun." She stood up. "Come on," she said, extending a hand to Nina. Nina took the hand, getting to her feet. "Right now?" "Right now," said Samantha, heading towards the stairs, gently pulling Nina along with her. Nina watched Samantha's buttocks shift as she headed upstairs. "Shower afterwards, or during?" asked Samantha, over her shoulder. "Whatever you want, Sam," breathed Nina, noting how much her voice shook, how cold and trembly and excited she felt, the heartbeat pounding in her neck.  _She's going to let me watch her pee._ "It's about what _you_ want, love," said Samantha, reaching the top step. "How'd you imagine this going?" _And she expects my input._  Nina followed Samantha through the corridor and into the bedroom. "I, um..." Samantha stopped, her hand on the knob to the ensuite. "No, wait. That wasn't what I meant to ask." She turned to Nina. "How did you _dream_ this would go?" She pecked Nina on the nose, and grinned. "I wanna make your dreams come true." She lifted her T-shirt, pulled it off, tossed it into the corner, stood beautifully naked in front of Nina. She stepped forward, looped her arms around Nina, kissed her briefly, pulled back, looked into her eyes. "How about if we recreate my experiment, except using _your_ hand this time?" She grinned. "Would that be okay?" "Uh..." Nina was shocked to see little gray spots appearing in her vision. "That'd, uh..." Samantha frowned. "Are you okay, hon?" Nina nodded, her mouth suddenly full of saliva. She swallowed. "Yeah," she said, and her voice was far softer than she'd intended. "Just... excited," she said, and she couldn't get quite enough air to form the words. "You're going very pale," said Samantha. The gray spots were getting bigger, and bringing their friends to the party. "I'm..." Nina swallowed, laughed nervously, a high-pitched ringing fading in as her vision faded out. "I can't see, love." Samantha's voice came through six inches of cotton. "Let me carry you. Do you understand?" Nina nodded, felt Samantha's hand behind her knees and shoulders, and her feet left the floor. She felt a breast bump gently against her cheek, and then she was being gently placed down on something soft - Samantha's bed. "Thank you," she mumbled. "Just lie there a minute," said Samantha. "Don't try to get up. I'm going to go and get you some water." _You're so strong..._ "Thank you," whispered Nina, as she heard Samantha's soft footsteps walk hurriedly out of the room. She swallowed, again. _Don't be sick, Nina. That'd ruin the mood._ She blinked, her eyes open, seeing nothing but dancing gray spots, moving like smooth, thin fluid across her vision. She was aware that her eyes were open so wide she was straining herself - still, she was blind. _Don't worry,_ she reassured herself, hearing returning footsteps. _It'll go away in a minute. Just... just relax, and try not to pass out._ "Here," said Samantha, by her head. "Can you see, yet?" "Not yet," said Nina. "I'm sorry, love." "Oh, hush," said Samantha. "Here, let's get your feet up." A pillow appeared beneath Nina's ankles. "Nice deep breaths, now." Nina's hand was taken, placed between soft, warm breasts. "With me. In, through your nose. Count to four. Out, through your nose. Count to four." Nina felt the calm, controlled, deep breathing - the racing heartbeat beneath, betraying Samantha's concern. She breathed with Samantha, wondering what her face looked like - whether the blush of her arousal and embarrassment would be visible through her pallor. _And that's a pretty dumb thing to be thinking while you're passing out, Nina._ _Wait, am I passing out?_ "Don't panic," came Samantha's voice, quiet, muffled through ringing ears, somewhere to her left in the sea of gray. "It's okay." "I'm okay," said Nina, blinking. "I can hear my heart, though." "We'll give it another minute," said Samantha, "you'll be okay." "I hope so," said Nina. "If not, then the paramedics will have an interesting story to tell." Samantha chuckled - Nina felt it, the heartbeat and the laughter and the breasts shaking on her hand. "Sam?" "Yes, love?" Nina took a deep breath. "I just realized that I _can_ call an ambulance, now." She felt her hand squeezed against Samantha's chest. "If it comes down to it, I mean," continued Nina. "I mean, I..." "I know," said Samantha, a hint of sadness in her voice. "You went too long worrying about that sort of thing." "I... I think something's coming through," said Nina. There was a bright patch developing at the center of the gray. "I can see. Sort of." Whiteness resolved itself into a pair of eyes, brown hair. "Oh," said Nina. "There you are." She grinned. "Hi." "Hi." Samantha grinned back. Nina's view of the world was a blooming, high-contrast blur, oxygen returning unevenly to her optics. "You're really _bright,_" breathed Nina. Samantha squeezed Nina's hand. "That's very kind of you to say." "No, I mean you look overexposed." Samantha looked down. "Well, I _am._" "You _know_ what I mean," giggled Nina. "Yes," said Samantha. "Yes, I do. All coming back, is it?" Nina grinned. "System rebooting." "Good," said Samantha, wriggled onto the bed next to Nina, and curled up next to her. Nina weakly flopped her arm around Samantha. _There's something very appealing and comforting about cuddling a naked woman, in a non-sexual way, while one is clothed._ She ran her hands down Samantha's back, over her bottom, back up to her shoulders. _It's a very relaxing thing. Like, "Ah, yes, I'm naked, I hadn't even noticed. I'm just that chilled-out."_ "You okay if I snuggle up?" asked Samantha. "Or will that give you more heart palpitations?" "Do snuggle up," breathed Nina. "I'm getting better." "You feel stronger, now?" Nina nodded. "Yes." _And tingly. Like blood's returning to my nerves. Is that what's happening? If so, where'd it all go in the first place?_ "No rush, hon." Nina sighed into Samantha's chest, closing her eyes, feeling her body and senses and strength return to her. Then, she opened her eyes again, a realization washing over her. "Uh, Sam?" Samantha stroked the back of her head. "Yes?" "Just _how_ bad to you have to go, right now?" "Say again? Sorry, I didn't catch that." Nina pulled her face from between Samantha's breasts and repeated the question. Samantha looked down at Nina. "_Extremely._" Nina nodded, held the information for future review, put her head back between Samantha's breasts. "Okay," she sighed happily, snuggling. "Just checking." "That's _mean,_ love," said Samantha. Nina grinned into Samantha's cleavage. "Oh, I _know._" "You _knew_ I wouldn't say anything, while you were graying out." Nina moved her head a little, found Samantha's soft nipple, sucked it into her mouth, feeling it transform. She ran her tongue around Samantha's areola, her hands descending to firm, smooth buttocks, squeezing tightly as she opened wider and sucked as much of Samantha's breast into her mouth as she could - which turned out to be, in Nina's estimation, just under half. _But it's a curve,_ thought Nina. _The broadest part is ahead of where I've got my lips, here - so this is like how the neck of a bottle of beer goes down so much faster than the rest. So it's probably more like thirty per cent._ She squeezed tighter, feeling Samantha quiver in her hands, sucking hard. _I'll have to do some math._ _Shit, why'm I doing math?_ _Samantha's rubbing off on me._ Nina grinned though a mouthful of breast. _Heheh. Rubbing off._ "Oh, you _evil_ woman," moaned Samantha, curling her fingers around the back of Nina's head. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "You _know_ how badly I have to go..." _And _you_ know how much that turns me on..._ thought Nina, because saying it would require opening her mouth. Instead of talking, she settled for running her fingers down over Samantha's tailbone, stroking gently between her buttocks, touching briefly the private and sensitive spot there, and encountering slick softness further down and forward. She felt Samantha shiver in her arms. "Oh..." moaned Samantha, as Nina touched, probed, and finally, slid slowly and gently inside. "Oh, you _bitch,_" giggled Samantha, Nina's fingers inside her. "That's not fair." Nina responded with a gentle application of teeth to breast. "Ah!" squealed Samantha. "You'll leave marks!" Nina cast her eyes upwards, to see Samantha looking down at her, mouth half-open in a maybe-smile, eyes uncertain.  She backed off the pressure, saw a tiny flicker of regret pass through Samantha's eyes. _Hmm.  Does Sam _want_ a little bit of pain?_ Nina cocked an eyebrow. Samantha grinned, her eyes narrowing. "Leave marks." Keeping her eyes on Samantha's, Nina sank her teeth into the soft, yielding flesh of Samantha's breast. "Ouch," breathed Samantha, quiet and low. "That _hurts,_ love." Nina stopped - she didn't relieve the pressure, but she stopped increasing it. She looked quizzically into Samantha's eyes, and slid her tongue over the pert, round firmness of Samantha's nipple. Samantha's expression held equal parts arousal and uncertainty. "Do you _like_ hurting me?" she asked, in a sultry whisper that sent shivers running up Nina's spine. "Mmm-hmm," breathed Nina, into Samantha's breast. In response, she felt a tight, wet, embracing clench around her fingers. "Ooh..." murmured Samantha. "You like _being_ hurt more, though, don't you?" Nina nodded, supple flesh moving with her. She slithered her fingers back, slowly, then deep inside again. "Ah..." said Samantha, looking down at Nina. "Hurt me, a little bit." Nina felt Samantha's heartbeat in her mouth. "Hurt me gently and considerately." Nina let go of Samantha's breast, and kissed her gently on the nipple. "Roll onto your back," she said, pushing her fingers in deep, giving herself control over how Samantha moved her hips. Nina felt muscles shift inside Samantha as she rearranged herself. Nina shuffled, and Samantha rolled, and Nina knelt looking over her as she lay on her back, a droplet of saliva running down her breast. A ring of fine red toothmarks circled her areola. _Well. This is new._ Nina grinned down at Samantha, withdrawing her fingers from Samantha's warmth. "You know what to say, if you need to stop?" Samantha nodded. "Yes.  Redden or two squeezes." "Good," said Nina, quiet, excited, uncertain. She swallowed. "I'm going to hurt you now, Sam." She reached out towards Samantha's nipple. "I'm going to do it on purpose." She took the firm, tan little point between thumb and forefinger. "I'll be careful." She squeezed, just a little - Samantha shivered. She tugged, and watched Samantha's face - the eyes crinkled up. "Ow," whimpered Samantha. "I'll hurt you more," whispered Nina. "Feel this." She twisted and pulled. "Ah!" cried Samantha. "Oh, ow, ow, _ow!_" "You okay, Sam?" "Don't stop," said Samantha. "All right," said Nina, brushing fingertips over the wet line of Samantha's labia, and gave a hard, painful tug on Samantha's nipple. "What's that feel like?" asked Nina. "Does it hurt?" "Yes," hissed Samantha, through gritted teeth, her eyes closed. "Does it feel good, too?" Samantha nodded. "You like this?" Samantha opened her eyes, looking at the ceiling, biting her lip. "Kinda?" Nina grinned, running her fingers through Samantha's pubic hair as she twisted her nipple. "We can stop, if you want." Samantha looked at the ceiling fan and giggled a little, her glasses bumping around on her nose. "I honestly don't _know!_" Nina chuckled along with Samantha. "You don't have to understand it, you know." "I know," said Samantha, uncertainly. "Maybe it's hard to tell what feels good or bad," said Nina, her right hand settling between Samantha's navel and her pubic hair, "when you're distracted by this." She pressed, gently. "Ah!" squeaked Samantha. "I'm too full for that!" Nina grinned, releasing Samantha's nipple. "I know." Samantha looked sheepishly up at Nina. "I can't hold it much longer, hon." Nina shivered. "I know." _Oh,_ thought Nina, with a start. _She saw that shiver. I can tell by how her eyes are narrowing._ "Have you enjoyed hurting me, little rabbit?" Nina swallowed. "Yes," she whispered, hearing the familiar tremble in her voice. "Yes, mistress." "What would you like to do now?" Nina swallowed. She felt the blood pounding in her ears. _I'd like to avoid passing out again._ "I want you to say it," purred Samantha. "I don't know whether it turns you on more to hear me say that I'm going to piss on you, or urinate on you, or go to the bathroom over you - there are too many permutations, Nina.  I want to know the language that turns you on the most."  She grinned.  "You dirty, _dirty_ girl." Nina found her mouth dry. "No matter how you say it, Nina," continued Samantha, propping herself onto one shoulder, "I _will_ do what you want me to do. But I want to hear it from you." _Oh, God.  The power of words.  I can't concentrate on terminology when I'm like this!_ Nina opened her mouth, took a breath, looked Samantha in the eye, and said "I'd like you to urinate on my hand, Mistress." Samantha stretched out languorously, her hands above her head. "I think the roles help your embarrassment more than I _want_ them helping, right now." She completed her stretch, looked at Nina. "Ask me as Nina, hon." Nina smiled, faintly. "I'd love it if you peed on me, Sam." Samantha smiled. "All right. I'd love to pee on you."  She sat up.  She grinned.  "Right now." "_Right_ now?" "Right _now._"  Nina watched Samantha's buttocks shift as she stood up. Samantha looked back over her shoulder, and grinned down at Nina.  "You coming?" Nina swallowed.  "Yeah, sorry - I was just remembering that first time." "When I stood like this for ages and then we cracked up at each other?" Nina giggled.  "Yeah." "Let's go do another first-time thing, hon."  Samantha opened the door to the ensuite. Nina shuffled off the bed, followed Samantha, stood blushing with Samantha on either side of the toilet. "Well," said Samantha, her ears turning red.  "Here we are." Nina grinned, not meeting Samantha's eyes.  "Yeah, I guess." "Um," said Samantha.  She looked down.  "Close the door?" "Oh!"  Nina turned around, closed the two of them into the bathroom together.  "Sorry." "Sorry," said Samantha.  "I guess it's silly..." "No!" said Nina, holding up her hands.  "No, it's not silly at all.  Um." As one, Samantha and Nina looked towards the toilet. "Um," said Samantha. Nina looked up.  "You okay, Sam?" Samantha nodded.  "Never let anyone see me pee before." "Sam," said Nina, touching Samantha's arm, "if you don't want to do this, then we can just, like, not do it.  Or do it later.  I'm okay with this taking as long as it takes." Samantha swallowed.  She looked over to Nina, and smiled.  "I want to."  She looked away, still grinning.  "I'm just shy." Nina looked down. _Oh._ "Sam, are you shy about peeing in front of me, or shy about this moment right now where you sit down on the toilet?" Nina saw some of the fine, light hairs on Samantha's arms prickle up, watched her blush deepen.  "Right now, um..."  She hesitated.  "The second one." Nina looked around.  "There's a shower right there." Samantha followed Nina's gaze.  "How would that work?" "Well," said Nina, counting on her fingers, "you could..." she swallowed, forced herself to say the words, "squat down and pee while I watched, and maybe I could touch you while you did that.  Or, I could take my clothes off, we could stand up and cuddle and you could go on my thigh.  Or, the same, lying down." Samantha bit her lip.  "I like cuddly," she murmured.  She seemed to be mulling it over.  "Nina, um...  can I say something really embarrassing?" Nina smiled.  "Always." "Uh... I'm, um..."  Samantha struggled.  "I'm having trouble putting it into words.  And when I manage that, I'm having trouble saying it." Nina scooped Samantha into an embrace, pressed herself against Samantha's warm, naked body, slid her hands over the soft, smooth skin on her back, and felt Samantha's knees move in the tiny familiar crouch that allowed Nina to rest her chin on Samantha's shoulder. "Whisper it in my ear, Sam.  I promise I'll never tell a soul." After a few seconds, Samantha's voice was more felt than heard - tiny expulsions of warm, sweet breath in Nina's ear. "I don't know whether I want to feel embarrassed or not," whispered Samantha. "Go on," whispered Nina. She heard Samantha swallow.  "I think that... um..." her voice dropped to barely audible - "sitting down on the... the toilet, that, uh... that would be very embarrassing.  I think..." she hesitated.  "I think going in the shower would be less embarrassing, somehow." "But you're not sure whether it'd feel _better_ to be a little bit embarrassed?" asked Nina, in a whisper. "Yeah." "If we go embarrassing enough, we might come out the other side," whispered Nina.  "Or, you could have me choose, but I would probably choose the one that's least embarrassing for you.  I don't know how embarrassing you want it." Nina heard Samantha chuckle softly, felt her pretty breath.  "I don't know either, that's the problem.  How would we do that?  I didn't know there even _was_ another side." Nina grinned.  "You did it to me, just a minute ago.  When you were being my mistress." "Oh," whispered Samantha.  She paused.  "Language." "The power of words, Sam.  If you want to feel _more_ embarrassed, you know what to say." Nina felt Samantha's lips brush against the very tip of her ear.  She shivered. "I'm going to sit down," whispered Samantha.  "Right in front of you." Nina touched Samantha's earlobe with her lips.  "On the floor?" "No, silly..." Samantha hesitated.  "On the... y'know, on the toilet." Nina drew in breath in a scandalized gasp.  "You're going to sit down on the _toilet,_ right in _front_ of me?" "Yes," whispered Samantha.  "And I'll... I'll open my legs, Nina.  So that you can see my naked crotch." "Should I avert my eyes, Sam?" "No," and Nina could hear the grin in Sam's whispered voice.  "No, I want you to watch.  And feel." "Watch and feel _what,_ Sam?" Nina felt Samantha's embrace tighten, her soft breasts pressing close.  "Should I say it?" Nina grinned.  "Go on.  Say it." "Okay," whispered Samantha.  "I want you to watch me..." her breath caught, and she swallowed.  "I want you to watch me urinate, Nina." Nina felt a hot shiver run up her spine, a wet aching between her legs.  "May I watch you urinate, Sam?" "Yes, Nina, please watch me urinate."  Nina felt a squeeze.  "Would you like me to pee on your hand?" "I would _love_ that, Sam.  _Please_ go to the bathroom on my hand."  Nina swallowed, out of breath, feeling something inside her chest that was almost like a laugh, but warmer. _Some involuntary whimper of joy, perhaps?_ "Lift the lid for me, Nina," whispered Samantha. Nina reached behind Samantha, did as she was told.  It felt cold. "Okay, Sam," said Nina breathlessly as she felt Samantha begin to move. "I'm sitting down now, hon.  Watch me pee." Nina watched Samantha slide backwards, kissed her gently and sweetly on the lips, ran her fingers along Samantha's arms as she sat down.  "I'm watching," said Nina. "Watch me," whispered Samantha, her eyes closed. Nina looked down.  Samantha's legs were slowly opening, her pubic area in shadow. "I'm watching," said Nina.  "Do you mind if I kneel down?" Samantha smiled, her eyes still closed.  "So you can see better?" Nina grinned back, her blush saturating her ears.  "So I can see better while you pee, yes.  Also so I can kiss you." "Kneel down, love," said Samantha, opening her eyes.  "C'mere." Nina knelt down - feeling a wet slither inside her pants - leaned forward, and touched her lips to Samantha's.  Samantha kissed back, opening her lips and sliding them smoothly over Nina's, one hand at the back of Nina's head, the other gently taking Nina's wrist, guiding Nina's cold, trembling fingers to a hot, damp place between Samantha's legs. Samantha pulled back slowly, licked her lips, looked Nina gently in the eye.  "Here," she said, and Nina's fingers found themselves touching the softest, hottest, wettest part of Samantha. "_God_ you're wet, Sam," breathed Nina, stroking her fingertips over the slick skin at either side of Samantha's labia. "Are you wet too, hon?" Nina grinned.  "I literally felt a squelch when I knelt down."  She looked down, at her crotch.  "I'm actually surprised it's not showing through." Samantha grinned back.  "Let's make it wetter." "Okay," breathed Nina, her eyes wide and sparkling. She watched Samantha bite her lip - felt something tense and release in her crotch. "Um," said Samantha.  "I _do_ need to go, Nina, it's..." "I know," giggled Nina.  "Shy bladder?" Samantha chuckled, blushing.  "Yeah."  She gently pushed Nina's fingers against her crotch.  "Do you want to do it like this?" Nina allowed Samantha's fingers to guide her own, and gently cupped Samantha's crotch.  "If, uh... if you _can_ go like that..." "I think so," whispered Samantha.  "Give me a minute." The two sat in silence for a moment, Samantha looking past Nina, at nothing in particular. "Any second," murmured Samantha.  "Sorry." "It's okay," said Nina, her heart pounding in her ears, mouth dry.  "I think I mentioned before," she said, giving Samantha's crotch a gentle squeeze, "that waiting was the best part." "Let me take my socks off," said Samantha, pulling up first her left leg, then her right - Nina felt Samantha's labia move wetly against her hand.  "I don't know why," said Samantha, dropping the socks to the floor.  "I don't typically have any trouble peeing with my socks on." Nina giggled.  "I like you naked," she said, giving Samantha's vulva a little stroke. "Ah!" said Samantha. "That make you need to pee?" asked Nina. "I _really_ need to go already," giggled Samantha. "Go, then," whispered Nina.  "Just let it out.  Don't force it.  Just relax." "I'm trying," said Samantha, quietly.  "Hold still a minute..." "There's no rush," said Nina, her movements slowing to a stop. "Okay," said Samantha.  "Just a second." More silence.  Samantha bit her lower lip.  Nina felt a pulse inside her underwear - _God, she's so hot._ "Oh -" said Nina, realization hitting her - "should I look away?" Samantha turned to look at Nina, and chuckled softly.  "Heh - no.  No, look at me."  She grinned, blushing, and whispered.  "It's more embarrassing." Nina giggled.  "Okay." "It's weird," said Samantha, looking into Nina's eyes.  "I really, _really_ need to go." "Like I said, no rush.  Sam, _thank you._" Samantha smiled.  "I love you, Nina." Nina smiled back.  "I love you too.  With all my heart." "I love you _so_ much," said Samantha, as Nina felt a tiny trickle of something hot and wet, pooling in her palm. "Oh my God..." whispered Nina.  Her palm overflowed, and hot urine ran between her fingers.  She heard dripping in the toilet, as the flow cut off. "Is that nice?" asked Samantha. "_God,_ Sam..." whispered Nina, squeezing her thighs together. _My cunt is burning.  Leaking.  I'm more turned on than I've ever been._ "Why don't you take your pants off," whispered Samantha, "so you can masturbate while we do this." Nina struggled to her feet, brought her hand up to her button - "Let me," said Samantha, her hands already there.  "Don't go getting your pants wet."  A quick tug, and Nina's pants and underwear were around her ankles.  Nina hurriedly allowed Samantha to pull them off her feet and toss them into a corner.  Nina knelt down in her socks and T-shirt, her left hand slipping between her thighs and finding her sopping clitoris with an unexpected thrill of sensation almost overwhelming in its intensity. "Oh, _God..._" shuddered Nina. "Feel good, love?" asked Samantha, taking the fingers of Nina's right hand and guiding them back to where they were. "I knew it'd feel _good,_ but... _wow..._"  Nina felt something drip against her thigh.  "This is..." "Yeah?" breathed Samantha, low and intimate, and Nina felt another trickle against her fingers. Orgasm immediately and unexpectedly bloomed inside Nina, rushing outwards from her labia and pulsing - a surprisingly all-over sensation, the sort of orgasm you feel in your spine. _That involuntariness again... didn't have to clench here, didn't have to relax there, like picking a lock...  A tiny little stroke, a word, and half an ounce of fluid, and she just smacks that lock off the door with her huge massive cum-hammer..._ "_Jesus!_" cried Nina. And the sensation was familiar, too - that cyclic, churning, _spinning_ force, its center pulsing at her crotch, waves cascading to her curling toes, shifting, ripples of bliss warming the knees that sat on cold tile. _Ah, the nuclear whirlwind feeling..._ And beyond.  Nina expected the feeling to intensify, because she'd felt it once before, recently - but the sensation grew, accelerated, felt almost like the orgasm was happening outside of her body.  She was in the dead center of something huge and awe-inspiring, whose effects were felt miles away as brilliant electromagnetic waves deep in her muscles.  If she moved an inch in any direction, she'd be too close to the power - it'd tear her apart.  She was in the eye of a storm, the conductor for a force that was a thousand times bigger and more powerful than she was. It receded as she heard drips from her hand, and noted that her throat hurt. "Wow," said Samantha, muffled and far away - "that looked _amazing,_ hon.  _Sounded_ amazing, too." "Buh," said Nina, and swallowed.  "Wow."  Slowly she opened her eyes - that same blooming effect.  The bathroom was mostly white tile - overwhelmingly bright.  Samantha's hair was a dark blur.  "Was I... loud?" Samantha nodded and giggled - and as she did so, Nina felt a tiny squirt in her palm. She shivered.  "Are you still holding it?" Nods and giggles again.  "I am.  Only took a few drops to make you come, huh?" "Ah..." Samantha smiled at her.  "Here."  She leaned forward, and stroked her fingers down Nina's tummy to her crotch.  Nina felt Samantha's finger curl up inside her, effortless through slick lips, and simultaneously, Nina's palm flooded, warm rivulets running between her fingers. "Oh my God, Sam..." "Mmm," hummed Samantha, low and soft.  "It _does_ feel good, to let go." "Oh..."  _And that's all I can think of to say._ "Shall I let it _all_ out, hon?" Nina nodded.  _Yes, no more teasing, no more holding back, no more making it a deliberately titillating thing._  "Go ahead and relax, Sam." Samantha leaned forward and her lips met Nina's; a hand gently pulled on the back of Nina's head.  "Mmf," she said, as Samantha's tongue slipped into her mouth.  Then the flow strengthened - Nina felt a little exhalation against her top lip as hot urine ran down her fingers, hitting hard enough to splash. _Sam is peeing on me.  She's actually peeing on me._ _And dear God, it's hot._ "Mmm," purred Samantha, little vibrations inside Nina's mouth. Slowly, the stream died down to a trickle, and then to a few drops, their frequency slowing, slowing, stopping.  One more tiny little warm liquid tap on her fingers, and it was over.  Samantha pulled back slowly, breaking the kiss with a tender suck on Nina's lower lip. Samantha grinned, eyes wide behind her glasses.  "That felt _good,_" she said, decisively.  "Like, better than I _thought_ it would." Nina grinned back.  "I am _literally_ overjoyed to hear that, Sam."  She kissed Samantha on the nose.  "I mean, I don't actually think I could feasibly _fit_ more joy inside me right now." Samantha sighed and wriggled happily on the seat - Nina felt Samantha's soft, hot wetness slither, friendly, against her fingers.  "I am happy that you're happy."  She hesitated.  "I mean, I'm happy in my own right also - I know people say that when they're not happy, but I am.  _Totes_ happy." Nina leaned forward, trying to kiss Samantha. _Ah.  Kissing while grinning ear to ear and... am I making sounds?_ _I am!_ Nina suddenly realized she was making little "Hih-hih-hih" noises - something between a laugh and a hiccup.  She stopped, and blushed. Samantha grinned down at her, one eyebrow raised.  "Are you a chipmunk, now?" Nina giggled.  "How long _was_ I doing that?" Samantha shrugged.  "Longer than you think.  _Probably_ not as long as you're worrying about." "I'm not worrying, hon."  Nina squeezed the wet softness of Samantha's crotch.  "After all, _you_ say "Oh my goodness" when you come." Nina felt Samantha's giggle as she heard it - a warm, wet pulsing in the palm of her hand.  "I do not," murmured Samantha. "You do," said Nina, coy. Samantha cocked her head to the side, and showed Nina a frown-smile.  "_Do_ I?" "Not _all_ the time," said Nina, curling a finger upwards, slithering lazily through Samantha's labia.  "But sometimes." Samantha looked down, at Nina's hand.  "Just _look_ at that." Nina did so.  Her hand to the wrist, and the underside of Samantha's thighs, shone with clear droplets.  Samantha's pubic hair was sodden, clinging to her mons. "We made a mess, huh," murmured Nina. "Show me your hand," said Samantha. Nina pulled her hand out of the warmth between Samantha's legs, and turned it palm-up for inspection. Samantha leaned forward, making a little "come-here" gesture with her finger. Nina raised her hand to Samantha's face. Samantha pushed her glasses up her nose, timidly moved her face forward, and sniffed. "Hmm."  Samantha wrinkled up her nose.  "Not as bad as last time." "You sniffed it?" asked Nina.  "Before, I mean?" Samantha grinned.  "The plan was to taste it, but... well, it smelt like pee." Nina laughed.  "What did you _think_ it was gonna smell like, Sam?" "I know, I know.  But it's not as bad this time.  Bring it here again." Nina, having taken her hand away, moved it back toward Samantha's face. Samantha stuck out her tongue, and touched it to the pad of Nina's index finger.  It was brief - but warm, and soft, and Samantha's tongue slipped back inside her mouth in a quick, cute motion. Samantha wrinkled up her nose. Nina cocked an eyebrow.  "Well?" Samantha's eyebrows raised in the center, and her lips pursed.  "I don't know," she said, quietly.  "It's not _nice._" "Well, no." "But it's not what I expected," said Samantha.  "It doesn't taste like it smells, does it?" "No," said Nina, "no, it doesn't." Nina swallowed, eyes on her own glistening fingers. _I can't ask.  That'd be weird.  It'd freak her out._ They shone, glittering in the light. _And I'm sure as hell not going to do it without permission - even if they _are_ my fingers._ "Would you like a taste?" whispered Samantha. Nina looked up, into her eyes.  Saw them narrowed and indulgent. "Well?" asked Samantha.  "Are you going to lick my piss off your fingers right in front of me, you naughty, filthy girl?" "Mm," squeaked Nina, a faint, broken sound, and sucked her index finger. Warm.  Bitter.  Unmistakable. _Nobody else has ever tasted this.  Some people have tasted something similar - but nobody else, in the whole world, has tasted this.  Not from Sam.  Not ever._ "Okay?" said Samantha.  She was looking down at Nina with an expression of nervous excitement that made Nina giggle. _Like she's waiting for my approval._ "Mmm-hmm," hummed Nina, slowly sliding her finger out of her mouth. "It... tastes good, to you?" asked Samantha. _Heheh.  I know that if I were going to tell her without being as turned on as I am, I'd say "It's about as inoffensive as urine is ever gonna taste."  But I _am_ turned on, aren't I, so of course I'm going to tell her that_ "It tastes _lovely,_ Sam." "Really?" Nina nodded, running the tip of her tongue over the palm of her hand. Samantha leaned back, and spread her legs. Nina swallowed, and looked down. From above, she heard a soft, heavy, sultry voice. "Lick me clean, little rabbit." Nina felt a sudden flutter in her stomach, bubbling upwards, a warmth in her spine. "I mean," said Samantha - "if you want to." _Of course.  I hesitated, so she gives me an out._  Nina grinned.  _I love her._  Then she practically dived between Samantha's thighs.  The scent was intense - sweet-sour, tangy, secret.  Nina stuck out her tongue and slithered up Samantha's thigh, feeling the familiar sensation of her tongue drying out, becoming rubbery and dragging - but then encountering the first droplet, warm, salty, sinking into her tongue, refreshing it, helping her journey.  Encouraging her. It only got easier, the further up she went.  Samantha's thigh became wetter, Nina's tongue became more saturated, the scent grew stronger.  As Nina licked further up, she was no longer pushing a rough tongue up a dry thigh - she was smoothly sliding a wet mouth up soft, slippery, urine-dripping skin, feeling the warm fluid soak into her.  Taking a part of Samantha into herself. Finally she slid her tongue into the groove where Samantha's muscular thigh met her crotch - the whole area dripped with deep, hot, intimate flavor.  Nina pulled her tongue back into her mouth, tasted its bitterness. _Ah.  Now, decision..._ She looked up, into Samantha's eyes.  Samantha looked down, an awkward half-smile and a blush. _Do I ask her if I may swallow, or do I just..._ Nina swallowed, indulgently, grinning, watching Samantha's eyes widen. Nina narrowed her eyes and sank back into the depths between Samantha's thighs.  A matted, sopping inverted triangle of dark brown pubic hair haloed Samantha's labia - Nina slipped her tongue between them, tasting more than feeling. It was like how Samantha tasted between a workout and a shower - intimate sweat, body fluids.  Messy and organic and human, with all the trappings of civilization removed.  But moreso.  The urine had a bitter, tangy, acidic quality, unpleasant, not a thing that one would normally dream of allowing someone else to taste. _A secret taste,_ pondered Nina.  _A taste just for me.  Unfiltered Sam._ Samantha sat back and sighed happily, broadening the gap between her thighs, encouraging Nina, gently placing a hand on the back of her head. Nina buried her nose in the wetness of Samantha's pubic hair - fluid squelched out and ran in a droplet down Nina's upper lip.  She opened her mouth wide, flattened her tongue, and ran it slowly from Samantha's perineum to her clitoris, prompting a little jump and inhalation of air from Samantha.  Nina felt wetness appear halfway up her tongue. "Ah!" squeaked Samantha.  She looked down, at Nina.  "Mmm, hon..." Nina gripped Samantha's hips, looked up at her, and slid her tongue forwards, gently easing deeper inside Samantha. "Ooh..." Samantha stroked the back of Nina's head, looking her in the eye.  "Is..." she breathed.  "Is this weird?" Nina pulled back and grinned.  "Yup."  She gently licked Samantha's still-wet right thigh, where it met the crotch, still bitter-tasting.  "Should we stop?" Samantha looked uncertain.  "It feels nice and I don't want to stop you," she murmured, "but..." _Oh, it's weird, isn't it.  Too weird._  Feeling disappointment - _and guilt at myself for feeling disappointment, I should be accommodating_ - Nina set her hands atop Samantha's thighs, and raised her head.  "What is it, Sam?" Samantha stroked Nina's hair.  "It's... getting cold." Nina giggled with relief.  "Yeah, not much fun after the fact, huh." Samantha chuckled.  "Yeah." "Shower time?" asked Nina. "Care to join me?" Nina kissed Samantha briefly on her clitoris - just a peck.  "Sure." Samantha looked down at Nina - she appeared uncertain. "Sam?" "Hon," she struggled, "I'm actually kind of surprised how _much_ I enjoyed that, but...  um..." Nina cocked her head to the side.  _Here's where she says she doesn't want to do it again, that she's scared how much she enjoyed it._  "Yes?" "Would you brush your teeth before you kiss me?" Nina grinned.  _I really, really should stop assuming stuff like that._  "Of course." Samantha looked towards the sink.  "I love that our toothbrushes are friends." Nina giggled.  "I think they're more than friends." "Go brush your teeth," whispered Samantha, "and join me in the shower." Nina kissed Samantha once more, in the soft part between her pubic hair and her navel, and stood up.  "Can I run the water while you're showering?" Samantha, unfurling a long length of toilet paper, gave Nina a grinning, cocked-eyebrow Look.  One that said "Really?" Nina grinned, shaking her head.  "I remember.  Super-shower." "Linux-powered," sang Samantha, happily, behind Nina. "Your pee is sour," replied Nina, squeezing toothpaste onto her brush, watching Samantha in the mirror. "Still nice to devour?" Nina grinned.  "For at least an hour." She watched Samantha's brow furrow.  Nina tasted mint, watching Samantha's hand dip between her thighs and begin patting herself dry.  "I'd like to make you... cower?" Nina watched Samantha's eyes travel down her back - was aware that she was wearing only a T-shirt, brushing her teeth with her bare bottom on display to Samantha. The two were quiet for a moment, as Nina brushed her teeth and Samantha cleaned up. "I think that's it," said Nina, around her toothbrush. "Yeah," agreed Samantha, her eyes on Nina's behind.  "I can't think of any more that make even the slightest sense."  She flushed.  "Have I mentioned lately that bare-bottomed women brushing their teeth are far more of a turn-on than you'd think?" Nina grinned.  "No, you haven't." "Because I'm just now realizing it," said Samantha, watching Nina. Nina spat - leaning forward a little, allowing her T-shirt to ride up.  "You know what you get if you type "Girls brushing their teeth" into Youtube?" Samantha sat with her chin in her hand, smiling at Nina's behind.  "Videos of girls brushing their teeth?" Nina grinned.  "Yup.  Tons of them.  Each with hundreds of comments that say "Well done" and "More please" and so on.  People are hilariously adorable sometimes."  She turned her attention back to her teeth, feeling the fiber brush around - glanced at the cup in which her toothbrush lived with Samantha's. Found herself reminiscing.  It was a toothbrush that Samantha had bought for her, and placed into the cup next to her own, and _told_ Nina that she had bought her a toothbrush and placed it into the cup next to her own, and then showed it to her.  And it was exactly - down to the color - the same as the toothbrush that Nina had at home.  And Nina hugged Samantha and did not cry. Nina felt teeth nip at her left buttock, and yelped.  "Ouch!"  She looked back over her shoulder - Samantha, of course, was hands-and-knees on the floor, spread out, catlike, looking up at her with narrowed eyes and a grin.  Nina, of course, had not heard Samantha approach.  She spoke softly - "You big meanie," she barely whispered, and then returned to toothbrushing. She felt hot breath underneath her, a snaking tongue tickling between her legs.  Looked back over her shoulder - "Sneaky," murmured Nina.  "Sneaky, snakey beast."  She turned back, opened the faucet, began to rinse, felt pressure against her buttocks, breath beneath her tailbone - a tongue, flicking out and slipping mischievously over her anus before disappearing. "Mmph," said Nina, around her toothbrush.  "_Naughty_ sneak-beast."  She gently angled her bottom backwards, pointing it towards Samantha.  "Leave me alone," she said, subtly wriggling her butt back and forth, "I'm trying to brush my teeth." In response, she felt searching fingers curl around her hips, cheeks to her cheeks, moist breath between.  A warm, wet slithering that spread out over her star, moving slowly, the fingers tightening, gently pulling her back. "Ooph..." murmured Nina.  "Now you're not even _trying_ to be sneaky."  She leaned forward to spit - felt Samantha's tongue press hard against the secret place between her buttocks.  Felt it _wriggle._  She spat, and looked back - Samantha's bespectacled eyes gazed back up at her, the lower half of her face buried in soft twin mounds.  "Having fun, back there?" Samantha responded with only a grin - one that Nina could see in her eyes. "You _know_ I haven't showered since work," murmured Nina. Samantha plucked her face from Nina's butt and inhaled.  "You just _literally_ licked piss out of my vajayjay, love!" "That's different!" protested Nina. "_Right out of my vajayjay!_" "Stop saying vajayjay!" "No!" said Samantha, and bit Nina's right buttock. "Eee!" "Come get in the shower then," said Samantha, patting Nina's buttock.  "Come hose your bum down so I can give it a good licking." "Alright, alright, jeez!" Nina turned around, prepared to step around Samantha - but realized, about half a second after she saw Samantha's eyes widen, that she'd presented her crotch.  Samantha's teeth clamped firmly around Nina's mons, not biting, just letting her know that Samantha had teeth, and that they were positioned somewhere very intimate indeed. "Ah!" cried Nina. "Mmph," said Samantha, as Nina felt her tongue thrust roughly inside her. "Oh God!  Let me get in the shower!" giggled Nina.  "Did peeing on me turn you on _that_ much?" "Mmm-hmm," came the reply, tingling around Nina's genitals. "Ooh..." said Nina, as Samantha's tongue withdrew and slithered around her labia.  "We're going to do that _again,_ aren't we?" Samantha pulled back.  "Yes," she said, clearly, looking up at Nina.  "Yes, love, we're going to do that again.  We're going to do that a _lot._" Nina felt butterflies.  "Will you make me beg you, sometime?" Samantha grinned, patting Nina on her bottom.  "Yes.  I'll make you beg me to pee on you.  Because I love you, and because _peeing on you turns me on._" Nina giggled in joy.  "Me begging you turns you on too, doesn't it?" Samantha kissed Nina on her clitoris.  "Yes.  So both at once..." "That's going to be _awesome,_" said Nina. "Okay," said Samantha, kissing Nina's vulva just once more, "quit distracting me with your bits, get in the shower." Samantha pulled back and stood up, allowing Nina to remove her socks and T-shirt. "We've both spent a lot of time wearing nothing but socks today, huh," said Nina, dropping the item in question to the floor. "I'm not complaining," murmured Samantha, curling a hand around Nina's bottom and guiding her towards the shower. _Okay.  I can do this._ Nina stepped past Samantha, eyed the touchscreen distrustfully, hit the options for backup water pressurizer and primary and secondary thermocouples, set the temperature slider and crossed her fingers. "You figured it out!" cried Samantha from behind Nina, as water fell at an immediately perfect temperature and pressure onto Nina's head. "I did," grinned Nina, turning around.  "I've been watching you." "You're perfect," murmured Samantha, stepping close to Nina and bringing her into her arms. Two wet bodies slithered together.  Nina felt Samantha's breasts slide against her own, become displaced, move heavily and wetly to the sides as Samantha's hands slid behind her. "You _know_ I'm going to have to change that now," whispered Samantha into Nina's ear. "Oh, _why?_" "Because," murmured Samantha, her hands sliding into the wet groove between Nina's buttocks, "I want to build in a second head." Nina pulled back, looking Samantha in the eye. _Does she mean...?_ "With independent controls," continued Samantha.  "So we can shower together every day." "Sam..." began Nina.  "Are you..." She left the sentence hanging, and watched Samantha swallow, and then nod.  "I used to think about it even before we were a couple," she murmured, her hands stroking smoothly over Nina's bottom. "I love you, Sam," said Nina, butterflies in her stomach. "I love you too, Nina," said Samantha.  "Come and live with me." Nina squeezed Samantha, close, feeling her heartbeat. "Yes," said Nina, into Samantha's ear. "Come furniture shopping with me," said Samantha, quietly. "Oh, _yes._" "Plant a garden with me.  Watch it grow." "_Yes,_ Sam," whispered Nina, her right hand in Samantha's hair, pulling her head gently towards Nina's, their cheeks touching. "Sleep with me and wake up with me and shower with me and have morning coffee with me..." "_Yes,_" said Nina, a warm glow beneath her sternum. "Share my life, darling.  My _whole_ life." "How come it took us this long," giggled Nina. "Because I'm silly.  Because I thought I can't be this happy for this long without having to pay a price for it," whispered Samantha, and Nina heard her voice crack a little. "I'm the happiest and wettest girl in the world, Sam," said Nina.  "I would be _delighted_ to move in with you." Samantha sighed happily against Nina.  "Awesome." "Wanna come back to my place and help me pack?" "What, today?" asked Samantha. "As soon as we get out of the shower." Samantha grinned.  "Fuck yeah." *** "So," said Samantha, looking down at Nina.  "We've agreed on the rules we'll be using." She watched Nina nod, looking around at the debris.  "Because we just _had_ to make this kinky." Samantha shrugged.  "How the hell else were we gonna get through it?  Moving is _horrible._" _And I'm going to make it just the right _sort_ of horrible for her,_ thought Samantha with a sly grin. "You have a good point," said Nina. "Now, let's go over the rules again, little rabbit." Nina bent to pick up a shoe.  "Rule the first.  Every time you move a piece of furniture and find dust beneath it, you spank my ass right there and then." "Correct.  With or without underwear, at my discretion." "Rule the second," said Nina, looking around for somewhere to put the shoe, "Upon unloading at your place -" "_Our_ place," insisted Samantha with a grin. "_Our_ place, every time you open a box and find an unimportant receipt or piece of trash or whatever, just kinda thrown in there with whatever was _supposed_ to be in the box, I have to go down on you without coming myself." "And the third rule?" asked Samantha, arms folded, watching Nina. "Every time my current environment violates your arbitrary standards of cleanliness, I write down what the problem was, with the addendum: 'I will never again be such a dirty girl when I am sharing my living space with a predator, lest I be eaten.'"  She put the shoe back down where it was. "Good, little rabbit."  Samantha grinned, settling into her role.  "Should we perhaps establish a fourth rule?" "Mistress?" "Pertaining to picking something up and then putting it back down in a place that isn't a box or the trash." Nina blushed, looking down at the shoe.  "Yeah.  I couldn't find its twin." "I noticed.  And I was quite amused at watching you turning it over in your hands and frowning at it."  She advanced towards Nina.  "Trying to make sense of a shoe." "I am just a little rabbit, Mistress," grinned Nina.  "I do not understand shoes." "What shall the punishment be?" Nina shrugged.  "Something suitably degrading and unpleasant." Samantha thought for a moment, tapping her finger against her lips. _Oh.  I know._ She smiled down at Nina.  "Go and drink a glass of water." Nina saluted, stepped past Samantha, and headed into the kitchen. Samantha pulled out her phone as she heard the faucet turn on.  Opened a stopwatch/timer app.  Set it to half an hour.  Started the countdown. "I get the feeling," said Nina, walking back into the living room, glass raised to her lips, "that this is going to be a two-part punishment."  She began to swallow. Samantha held up her phone.  "The bathroom is off-limits until this reaches zero.  After you finish that glass you'll have another, and then I'll add five minutes to the timer each time you pick something up and then put it down again." Nina lowered the empty glass, taking a deep breath.  "Half an hour?  No problem." Samantha cocked an eyebrow.  "Really." "Well, it's gonna take about an hour before this wants out.  And sure, I did it _once,_ but I doubt I'll slip up again." *** ONE HOUR LATER *** As Samantha walked back into the kitchen with the mop, Nina was wrapping plates in bubble wrap. "How much longer, Mistress?" Samantha pulled out her phone, looked at it.  Smiled.  "How about this." Nina groaned, wriggling. _Oh, this is fun,_ thought Samantha.  "I'll make you a deal."  She watched Nina wrapping plates, her legs crossed, hips bobbing up and down.  "I'll tell you how much time you have left, but at a cost." "What cost, Mistress?" whimpered Nina. "An additional two minutes added to the timer." "That's _evil!_  That's even _more_ evil than disabling all the clocks in the house!  I didn't think you could _get_ more evil than that!" "And you're shacking up with me," said Samantha happily.  "What's it to be?" "Tell me."  Nina sat the wrapped plate into the box, pulled out another.  "Add your two minutes, you beast." Samantha smiled, tapping the screen.  "Twenty-four minutes." Nina groaned, loudly. Samantha cackled.  "But look how _fast_ you're going!" "Can I go to the bathroom after I finish this cupboard?" "Is it going to take you twenty-four minutes?" "No!" "Then no, you may not."  Samantha leaned the mop against the wall.  "Let me get past you and fill this bucket up." "_Must_ you?" asked Nina, shuffling to the side, placing another plate in the box. "I'm afraid I must," grinned Samantha, setting down the bucket, opening the faucet. Water cascaded into the bucket, splashing.  Nina's eyes locked onto the stream. "_Really?_" moaned Nina, uncrossing her legs, crossing them the other way. "I'm sorry," said Samantha.  "I really am." "No you're not!" Samantha smiled, closing the faucet until it gave the barest trickle.  "You're right.  I'm not." Nina pulled down another plate, her eyes on the bucket.  "You're cruel and unusual." "Well, look."  Samantha gestured towards the bucket.  "I've opened the faucet just enough that this bucket's going to take a good ten minutes to fill up.  When it's as full as you are, you'll be almost halfway to sweet release.  I made you a waterclock!  The only functioning timekeeping device in the house.  You should be _thanking_ me." Nina bit her lip, blushing.  "_Thank_ you, Mistress."  Under her breath, she muttered "and the horse you rode in on." Samantha patted her on the head.  "Good girl."  Then she strode over to the refrigerator, leaned behind to check the cable slack, and pulled it forward. "Oh, _Nina._" Nina looked over.  "What?" "The _floor_ underneath your refrigerator." Nina whimpered.  "That fridge is _staying_ here!  It came with the apartment!  Sam, we don't need to clean under it!" "You want your security deposit back, don't you?" Nina touched the place just beneath her bellybutton.  "That might be tricky if you keep this up." "Rules are rules, little rabbit," said Samantha, heading over to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair, sitting down.  "Come here."  She pointed to her lap. Sheepishly, Nina shuffled over towards Samantha, unbuttoning her jeans.  "You know this carries a risk." Samantha grinned.  "For you, yes."  She patted her thigh.  "Bend yourself over my legs, Nina." Nina did as she was instructed, pushing her jeans down to expose her underwear, resting her crotch and midsection across Samantha's thighs.  Her buttocks described soft-looking twin curves clad in alternating white and pink striped knickers, her jeans lowered to the most delicious crease where buttock met thigh.  Nina's fragrance rose upwards. "Is your cunt wet?" asked Samantha, casually.  "I can smell it from here." "Yes," replied Nina, quietly. "You know," purred Samantha, "I only said that you couldn't go to the bathroom."  She pressed on Nina's tailbone, the very tips of her fingers descending between the beginning of Nina's buttocks - and as she did so, she gently nudged her knee upwards. "Ah!"  Nina squealed.  "Don't squeeze me there!" "You're right," said Samantha, smiling her best evil smile.  _Even though Nina can't see me doing it.  Just because it feels good._  "That's very unfair of me."  She eased off the pressure - slowly.  "I'd hate for you to wet yourself while draped over me like this.  I didn't bring a change of clothes."   Nina looked over her shoulder at Samantha - it was a pitiful look, one that made Samantha shiver with arousal.  "You'd rather I wet myself standing up?" Samantha nodded, and flicked her forearm.  She heard it _whip_ through the air, and the obscenely loud _smack_ of brutal hand against innocent bottom followed a split-second later. Nina yelped, and shuddered in Samantha's lap, her eyes screwed shut. Samantha looked down; already a bright red handprint joined the others she'd left before.  She smiled. "Your ass is a landscape of brutality, little rabbit." "Well," whimpered Nina, "my floor was really dirty."  She looked into Samantha's eyes.  "I deserve it." Samantha gripped Nina's waistband and pulled, upwards.  Nina wailed and wriggled as her underwear disappeared between her buttocks, pulling tightly against her labia. "Look at that," said Samantha.  "Your bottom's all red.  So many overlapping handprints." "I can't see, mistress." "Wait."  Samantha reached into her pocket, found the smooth edge of her phone.  Tried to pull it out.  Couldn't, with Nina's soft weight pressing against her thigh.  Samantha wriggled, shifting Nina around on her lap. "Aah!" protested Nina.  "You'll make me...  Aah!  Stop it!" "Whoops," giggled Samantha.  "Sorry."  Her phone retrieved, Samantha opened the camera app with one hand, while pulling tighter on Nina's panties with the other. "_Hrrrrnnnn_," groaned Nina, through gritted teeth. Samantha focused, snapped a picture.  The camera's less-than-perfect white balance conspired to make Nina's skin blinding white, the handprints on her ass a bright, vivid red. "Here you are," said Samantha, lowering the phone to where Nina could see it.  She heard an intake of breath. Nina swallowed.  "I deserve it, Mistress." Samantha set her phone down on the table.  "I'm glad we agree," she said, and struck Nina's ass again.  The report left her ears ringing, and her hand tingled.  Nina cried out, squirming. "You're a dirty girl," murmured Samantha, stroking her fingernails over hot, red flesh.  "A dirty -" smack.  "Dirty," _smack,_ "_dirty_" - SMACK - "girl." Nina whimpered, her thighs clenching and twitching.  "Yes," she whispered, breathy, "I'm a dirty girl." "What do we say?" "Th-" Nina swallowed, exhaled.  "Thank you, Mistress." "Good girl," muttered Samantha, releasing the tension on Nina's underwear, pulling the fabric from the wedge between her buttocks, smoothing out. _Goodness._ Feeling the heat and dampness from between Nina's thighs. "Hmm," mused Samantha.  "You're a _very_ good girl, aren't you."  She stroked a finger down over Nina's panties, over the dry fabric between her buttocks, to the hot, wet patch further down.  "Getting so wet for me." "Yes, Mistress," whispered Nina, her breath uneven. Samantha's fingertip touched, gently.  Then, more firmly; she pushed her fingertip against the fabric covering Nina's vagina. "Ah!" cried Nina.  "Mistress..." "Mmm," hummed Samantha, feeling her own arousal glowing like a flare from her clitoris to her navel.  _Heh.  Barely even noticed how turned on I was getting.  Too busy smacking Nina's ass._  "Maybe I should take your underwear down and slide my finger into your cunt." Nina's voice was light and pleading.  "I -" she gasped as Samantha's finger moved slowly downwards through sopping wet fabric to the tiny bump of Nina's swollen clitoris - "I don't think I could _stand_ it, Mistress..." "You mean..."  Samantha's fingers curled beneath Nina, her palm pressing into her buttocks, the tip of her middle finger somewhere just above Nina's clitoris.  She _squeezed._ "_Aaaah!_" Samantha giggled.  "In all seriousness, hon, I don't want you to hurt yourself.  If you need to go so bad it hurts, then go, love." "Okay," whispered Nina, her voice hitching, beginning to slide backwards off Samantha's thigh.  "Thanks, Sam, you're sweet." Samantha squeezed, again, and grinned, her other hand pressing down on the small of Nina's back, keeping her in place.  "Where do you think you're going?" Nina looked back over her shoulder.  "T-to the bathroom?  Like you _said!_" "I didn't say you could go to the bathroom, Nina."  She leaned down and whispered in Nina's ear.  "If you need to urinate, then go ahead and do so.  But you do it in this room, you do it wearing these clothes, and you do it with me watching, after first asking if you may.  Or, you wait -" she checked the timer - "another twenty-one minutes." "_That was only three minutes?!_" cried Nina. Samantha giggled.  "I slowed down time so we could enjoy it more.  My powers extend beyond the limits of your imagination." "I can't hold it," moaned Nina.  "I _can't._" "Then stand up," murmured Samantha. Nina did as she was told, blushing and trembling. "Pull your pants up." Nina complied, looking down, not meeting Samantha's gaze. "Button them." "You're so cruel..." whispered Nina, doing what she was told. "And it gets your cunt wet," grinned Samantha.  "Zip up the zipper." Nina's fingers trembled and fumbled. "Take your shoes and socks off."  Samantha shuffled forward in the chair and cupped her pudenda with her right hand; she felt a thrill of excitement run up her abdomen.  She gently squeezed her crotch as Nina removed first her shoes, then her socks, setting them down next to herself. "Move them over here," commanded Samantha.  "Away from you.  And take a couple of steps backwards, so the puddle doesn't reach my feet." Nina did so.  Her thighs were squeezed together, and she shuffled from foot to foot. "Look at me," said Samantha. Nina looked up, locked her eyes onto Samantha. Samantha grinned at her, and pushed her glasses up her nose.  "That wasn't even thirty seconds."  She held up her phone for Nina to see.  "See?" Nina whimpered.  Her hand drifted down to her crotch, her legs crossed, bent at the waist, hopping from foot to foot.  "Mistress..." "Yes?" "I really, _really_ need to go." Samantha shook her head.  "You've seen me pee, today.  Now, I want to watch _you_ pee.  But you know the terms - you either wait, or you don't get to use the toilet, and you have to ask me first." Nina let out an exasperated moan.  "Ohhhh..." Samantha leaned forward in her chair, her elbows on her knees.  "Why are you still holding it, little rabbit, when you know what I want to see?" "I don't know..." Samantha swallowed.  _The thing is... I really _do_ want to see it.  I'm not just saying so._  "You're still holding it because you're embarrassed to wet yourself.  I know."  Samantha leaned back, crossed her legs.  "When I was trying to learn more about this naughty kink of yours, I found a research paper.  Scientists had informed participants drink water and then locked them in a room, told them they couldn't go to the bathroom, but that they would be provided with a change of clothes and a shower, and privacy in which to wet themselves."  She watched Nina dance, doubled over, holding her crotch.  "Even with nobody watching, a good chunk of them just couldn't do it, and held it in to the point of agony.  It's going against too much programming."  She grinned.  "Are you _trying_ to piss your pants, Nina?" "No," shuddered Nina.  "I don't - I don't know, I can't...  please..." "Aw," grinned Samantha.  "You've gone incoherent."  She touched her chin with her index finger, smiled.  "You've told me you've wet yourself for fun before.  Have you done it in front of anyone?" Nina bit her lip, screwed her eyes shut, shook her head.  Her knees shuddered together, her thighs trembled.  Her breath was audible and shaky. "Interesting."  Samantha spread her thighs, set her right hand on her crotch.  "It'd be humiliating, wouldn't it." Nina only nodded, red-cheeked, her body in constant motion. Samantha bit her lip, gently massaged herself through the hot seam of her jeans.  "And you adore humiliation.  And yet you can't quite bring yourself to do it, can you, even when I tell you that I'd like to watch?" Nina shook her head. Samantha spread her legs and rubbed her clitoris - through jeans and panties it still sparked, sending shivers of pleasure outwards.  "You know what I wonder?" Nina gasped, eyes closed, teeth visible.  "W-what?" she stuttered in between shaky breaths. "I wonder whether you'd piss yourself if I _commanded_ you to."  Samantha stroked a finger down the seam of her jeans to the damp patch at the entrance to her vagina - she pressed, gently, towards herself, pushing wet underwear between her labia.  "I wonder if... ooh..." she grinned, eyes fluttering closed.  _That really _does_ feel good._  "I wonder," she began again, opening her eyes and giving Nina a seductive, languorous look, "if my hold on you is that great.  That I could just say 'Nina, wet yourself,' and you would." "I-" Nina swallowed, whimpered, trembling.  "I don't know..." "I will," said Samantha, "if you ask me to.  _Nicely._" Nina bit her lip, looked Samantha briefly in the eye.  "_P-please._" "Please _what?_" said Samantha, sweetly. Nina screwed her eyes shut, let her head down, grimacing, bent double - then brought it back up again, eyes open, looked at Samantha.  She seemed to have trouble forming the words - then they all came out in a rush.  "_Please_tellmetowetmyself." Samantha smiled, her mouth dry, trying not to show her excitement.  "Straighten up." Nina, with visible difficulty, straightened her spine. "Take your hands away from your crotch." Nina's hands, fingers stiffly extended, went to her sides.  A tiny "Ah!" escaped her trembling lips. "_Try_ to stop dancing from foot to foot," said Samantha with a grin. Nina became still.  Samantha watched her - _No, not quite still.  Almost.  Her thighs are still twitching._ _Close enough._ "Does hopping around and holding your crotch make it easier to hold it in?" Nina, biting her lip and looking at Samantha with huge amounts of stress and tension in her eyes, nodded. "Well," said Samantha, bringing up her phone and watching the display, "we'll give it until the timer reaches nineteen minutes.  That's another eighteen seconds.  Then I'll command you to wet yourself.  If it happens naturally between now and then, well, no harm done." "Okay," whimpered Nina. "Thirteen seconds."  Samantha rubbed her fingers between her legs - her jeans were humid, perhaps even damp.  "Just stand right there." "Okay," whispered Nina, eyes closed, hands at her sides. "Look at me," said Samantha. Nina did as she was told, looking Samantha in the eye. "Nine seconds." "I'm holding, mistress." Samantha leaned back, shuffling her bottom forward, openly groping herself.  "Good, just a little longer.  Five." Nina shivered. "Four." Nina's hips moved of their own accord, twitching. "Three." Samantha watched a bead of perspiration roll down Nina's cheek. "Two." Nina's fingers clenched and unclenched. "One." Samantha leaned forward, and waited. She stared into Nina's eyes, smiling. Nina bit her lip, trembling, thighs twitching together, looking at Samantha expectantly, raw desperation in her eyes.  Seconds ticked past. _I can be so cruel sometimes._ "Nina," said Samantha, softly - "if you would be so kind, and if it wouldn't be too much trouble..." she grinned.  "Please wet yourself for me, right now." Nina shivered, and exhaled, and said "_Jhrrr!_"  She shuddered, her fingers trembling, her thighs shaking, and Samantha looked down in time to see the crotch of Nina's jeans darkening. Samantha sat back and watched the dark patch spread, lines running down Nina's legs.  Listened to her squeaks, her moans of relief, her labored breathing.  Looked Nina in the eye - saw her eyebrows arched in the center, wrinkles on her forehead, lips pressed together, an expression of humiliation and ecstasy.  Looked back down to her jeans, dark lines shining through; saw the first trickle run over her bare right foot and begin pooling on the floor.  Another joined it on the left a moment later; the puddle grew, spread, wetness shining through Nina's jeans as they became saturated.  Nina moaned, loudly - a long, low, satisfied, indulgent "Ouuuu_uhhhhhhhhh._"  Her toes wriggled in the warm pool at her feet as the flow slowed.  Nina took a long, deep breath, and let it out noisily as the flow stopped, the crotch of her jeans dripping onto the linoleum. "Thank you," said Samantha.  "That was..." she stroked a finger over her pussy, aching inside wet denim.  "Very arousing to watch."  She stood up.  "Take two steps forward." Nina, her feet making little wet patting sounds, did as she was instructed. Samantha slid her hand between Nina's legs, into the hot, wet denim, and squeezed her crotch. Nina gasped, closed her eyes, almost collapsed - Samantha rubbed her fingers against the fabric, and watched Nina come immediately. _Faster than I've ever seen her come._  Samantha watched Nina's eyebrows raise, her mouth describe an "O" shape, her head tilt back, shudders running through her, fresh warmth and wetness appearing at Samantha's fingers.  She squeezed, and wetness squelched out of the crotch of Nina's jeans, running down Samantha's hand.  Nina's moan grew louder, drawn-out - her orgasm continued a few seconds more, during which Samantha got ready to catch her if she fell. Nina's eyes fluttered open as she slowly returned to coherency, and Samantha watched Nina's eyes focus on her own. _I love being the first thing she sees when she comes back down to this planet._ "Mnh..." said Nina. "That was _hot,_" said Samantha. Nina's lips were suddenly on hers - sliding through Samantha's, hot and full and wet and soft, moving gently.  Nina did not step forward to embrace Samantha. _Because her jeans are wet?  Oh, come on._ Samantha stepped forward and pressed herself to Nina, her arms finding comfortable places to squeeze.  One hand went around the middle of Nina's back, the other slipped down to her wet bottom and squeezed. After a few moments, Samantha felt warm dampness touch the skin of her thighs. That was absolutely fine. ------------------------------------------------ That's not the whole story, just yet - like I said, it's still a work-in-progress, so any feedback you give me now will affect how the story turns out.  Comments appreciated, and thank you so much for reading!
inata leapt into the air and spiked the ball. It slammed onto the other side of the court, almost out but just inside of the court.  Kageyama looked at him. "Mmm. Not bad, definitely an improvement"     Hinata looked up excitedly, proud of how his spike was improving. Glancing at the clock, it was 5:55. Practice was almost over. There were only five more minutes to go. He felt the smallest twinge in his bladder but chose to ignore it, it was so small that he hardly noticed it at all. The coach talked strategy for a few minutes, had the team do a cheer and everyone was out of the building, except Hinata. After each practice, he would pretend that he was slow to pack up his bag, then continue practicing after everyone had left, and were a good distance away from the school, so they wouldn't hear him. Once everyone had left, he closed his eyes and listened for a moment to make sure that no one would come into the gym and see him there, as being on school property after hours could be a pretty big offense, depending on what you were doing (volleyball was probably fine, but he wanted to be careful, and avoid getting in any trouble at the beginning of his first year in high school) then continued playing.    Hi, guys, this is my first fanfic. I didn't edit, so there are probably some grammitical errors. I am fairly new to the sits, but I thought I would contribute, and I love Haikyu, so I though that hat I would make this one about Hinata. Enjoy, and please leave comments!  He hit the ball against the wall, and waited for it to come back to him. It reverberated back, lover than he expected, and dove to hit it, missing badly hitting the ground. As he fell, he landed so that the volleyball was directly under his bladder. Slamming into the ground, he felt the ball dig in. His bladder spasmed from the impact, and he instinctively tried to grab himself, only to pull away last second, remembering that he wasn't five years old. Crossing his legs as he got up, he jiggled up and down for a moment, trying to stop a spurt that threatened to come out. Then, he felt the desperation begin to leave his body, and once again resumed playing.      The next hour went on without event, as Hinata's need slowly increased. Sighing, he took a break and sat down on the bench. Pulling out his 32 oz water bottle, he chugged it, taking no notice of his bladder as he indulged in his favorite drink. He wiped his face and got up, feeling moderate pressure in his bladder. Uncomfortable, but nothing he wasn't used to from when the history and mathematics teachers gave 2 hour long lectures, and didn't allow any students to use the restroom. At these moments, he held on till' bursting, crossing his legs and wiggling in his seat, sadly the only small bladdered person in his class. Once, he had been reduced to putting his hands into the pockets of his jacket to grab himself, stopping a short spurt and writhing in the agony of the piss trying to escape his tube. But that was another story.      Around seven thirty, his bladder was getting really full. Every time he hit he ball, he could feel the liquid moving around in his bladder. Determined. He pressed his legs together and continued, ignoring his constantly sloppier form and his pulsating bladder.  15 minutes later- Hinata was really beginning to feel the effects of the huge sports drink. His bladder was beginning to hurt, forcing him to sit down on the bench. He felt the weight of his bladder, 8 hours without the bathroom weigh him down. When his bum hit the seat, the impact forced out a small spurt. He squeezed his sphincter muscles and hands into tight fists, feeling the sweat beading on his forehead. Another spasm caused him to grip his thighs, struggling to hold on as the hot piss tried to squeeze its way out of his tube. Jiggling and fanning his knees, he tried to find a way to end his predicament. wetting in his water bottle? No... too juvenile, and if he got caught... he thought the same of peeing outside, even though his bladder was not contracting with such force that it was impossible to keep still. The bathrooms he knew were locked, but he had to try. He raced from the gym, taking the opportunity to reach into the deep pockets of his shorts and wrap one hand around his dick and the other around the tip, to ensue that no stray drops could force their way out of his aching bladder.      As he ran from the gym, he felt a small hot prick as a small spurt forced its way out. He raced to the bathroom. When he finally ran through several long hallways, he slammed into the door. It was locked. He tried again just to be sure. Frantically, he doubled overt and grabbed himself, in a final attempt to regain control. His last hope was to get outside before slowly wetting his pants, but is he just left the building, he couldn't get his bag, he would be locked out. Cursing silently, he ran back to the gym, both hands this time in his boxer shorts, gripping his dick with the force that he used to spike the ball. He had never been this desperate before.      When he finally reached the court, he sat on the bench next to his backpack and sat, one hand with a death grip on his throbbing penis and the other trembling and zipping his bag. Miraculously, he only lost a few drops and was able to pull the bag onto his shoulders, and exit through the gym. He ran ahead, looking for a bush with decent coverage to pee.       A tall hedge was all he could find, but he was beyond desperate and could no longer care. Dumping his bag, he raided something. His drawstring shorts were tied, and if hew let go of his dick he would piss himself. With one hand, he tried to untie them, but the double knot to make the huge shorts fit his small, slender figure, took two hands to untie. Shaking, he ripped it apart with both hands. He already felt piss ruining down the side of his legs when he ripped his shorts off and aimed at the bush. Moaning in relief, he marveled at the sight of his bloated bladder and wondered how he had managed to hold it all, then closed his eyes and enjoyed the best piss of his life, spraying the bush for a 3 full minutes, and for the small bladdered Hinata, this was quite an accomplishment.
This is the first time I've written something like this, so apologize if it doesn't live up to the usual standard. That said, if you want to give me any advice on how to improve I'd really appreciate it, in case I ever decide to do something like this in the future. Feel free to skip the first bit if you're already familiar with Star Wars. Jakku was the junkyard of the galaxy. It was incredibly dry, deadly hot, and a popular dumping ground for broken down ships and other unwanted vehicles or technology. There was hardly any plant life, in fact one of the only things that grew on the planet was the population of the scavengers and bandits. It was surprising that a world with a surface made entirely of sand had as many visitors and natives as it did. Considering the facts that the sun was scorching hot and caused countless scavengers to die of heat stroke, water was so scarce that it had to be extracted from deep under the surface, and that there were large Sinking Fields in which the sand would swallow unwary travellers, it’s amazing that Jakku has not yet been entirely abandoned. It seems as though there are some in the galaxy who have no idea where to go. A galaxy full of beautiful and lush worlds, worlds with amazing civilizations with unique and wonderful cultures, worlds with ancient artifacts and secrets from a time long ago. Yet there are some who waste their days on planets such as Jakku, no beautiful environments or cities, no kind and interesting people to meet, just sand and rusted metal. Rey was a young and attractive human female. She was athletic, good with ships and technology, and incredibly charismatic for someone with hardly any human contact. She used these skills to become a scavenger, one of the few profitable occupations a someone on Jakku could have. She would use her speeder to find large crashed ships from the Battle of Jakku 29 years ago. After she had located a scavenging sight she would spend the long and hot days searching for old technology, which she would later sell to Unkar Plutt at Niima Outpost in exchange for food. Then she would ride her speeder back to a destroyed AT-AT walker that she lived in so she could enjoy her well earned dinner. Every single day it was the same schedule; find a ship, get the technology, sell it to Unkar Plutt, eat dinner, sleep, then wake up and do it all over again. Rey hated doing it over and over again as she waited for her parents to return from wherever they went. She knew they would be back at some point and therefore could not leave the planet, if she was gone when they returned then she may never be able to see them again. Her favorite part of the day used to be dinner, finally being able to relax and eat after hours of tedious work. However it was not long before the food began to taste bland, and after awhile it just became another part of the mind-numbing routine. It was not too long, however, until she found a different favorite part of the day. Relieving herself. Every morning at roughly 8:00 am Rey would awake with her right hand on her crotch and her legs tightly crossed, practically bursting for a pee. She actively choose not to urinate before going to sleep at about 10:00 pm, but instead drank a full canteen of water every night before lying in her bed. Each morning she would lie awake in bed for 15 to 30 minutes, frantically shaking her legs and tightly squeezing her crotch. Occasionally her need to urinate was so intense in the mornings that little spurts of pee would inadvertently leak out of her urethra and leave damp streaks on her bed (as it was too hot on Jakku to sleep with your clothes on). When she decided she could not contain her urine anymore she would quickly spring out of her bed, hands still firmly pressing on her urethra, and run out the door as fast as her strained bladder would allow. After exiting the AT-AT she would simply wait until her body overcame her. Her hands still fighting to contain the river of urine as she attempted to wrap her legs around each other and press them tightly together. It usually did not take long for her body to win, a jet of urine would soak her hands before she could move them away. She would then squat over the sand as her pee shot out of her urethra, and she would silently moan in ecstasy as she felt the best feeling she had ever experienced. Rey always found it surprising that, even though she woke up desperate for release every morning, she hadn’t wet the bed since she was 15. Perhaps her bladder had grown stronger over the years. Rey would usually relieve herself about once or twice whilst scavenging for old technology (which lasted from about 9:00 am to 8:00 pm), though she always waited as long as she could bare before removing her clothes and soaking the sand. For such a slim girl she could hold a surprising amount of pee for an impressive amount of time, though it did not take long for a noticeable bulge in her abdomen to be visible. When she would arrive at Niima Outpost she would head straight for Unkar Plutt, ignoring the public restrooms designated to female scavengers. Rey NEVER used the public restrooms, or any sort of toilet for that matter. It felt wrong for her to use the designated urination area, she would pee wherever she wanted whenever she wished. She enjoyed the feeling of peeing in the “wrong” place, and if she ever felt a burning desire to relieve herself at Niima Outpost then she would simply urinate behind one of the many tents or designated living quarters. If one of Unkar Plutt’s boys ever caught her in the act then she would likely be permanently banned from the outpost, leaving her with no source of food. Perhaps the danger was what made it so intriguing. Besides, the girl’s scavenger restroom always had a line. Whether it be a large line or a massive line (literally dozens of female humanoids), there was ALWAYS a line. And because there were no other outposts near Niima Outpost, many of the female scavengers who were not willing to simply squat down and pee had to wait all day until they returned to the outpost. At Niima Outpost, however, there was a single restroom with a single toilet for every female scavenger, meaning that the line was full of very desperate women. The poor and incredibly shy girls would stand in the slowly moving line with red faces and wide eyes as their movements gave away their urgent needs. Some would have there hands tightly clamped against their urethras as they hunched slightly over and bent their wobbling knees, others bounced on the balls of their feet and shifted their weight to an invisible rhythm. Rey’s eye was once caught by a young Twi’lek girl, probably around 18, who was violently shaking from head to two as she neared the front of the line. Rey stayed to watch the girl, noticing her heavy breathing and the occasional audible whimper. After about a minute the girl loudly exclaimed “Please hurry up! I’m dying for a pee!” in an incredibly shaky voice. Another minute passed before the girl lost her long and difficult battle with nature, and Rey presumed everyone in the line could hear the hiss as the sand below her was drenched in urine. Rey’s last pee of the day was always just before her dinner. Most days she shook like the Twi’lek girl when her speeder pulled up to the AT-AT, and some days she hardly got off her speeder before her bladder gave in. But the feeling of relief was always wonderful, and it made life on Jakku a bit more bearable.
Well, it certainly has been awhile since I've posted anything here. Was bored and decided to whip this one up; did it a few months ago, but finally got around to proofreading and posting it. Most of my time has been spent writing commissions, almost all of which have been of a furry omorashi nature--but I felt it was time to do something free and more individualized. If you're interested in things like that, check the links on my profile to see where I have posted them, though some of them may be invisible without relevant accounts! Also, the name associated with this "loosely true story" has been changed. Enjoy! Tea at the Breakfast Place My favorite thing about taking Sara out to the 24 hour breakfast place was her choice in drinks--the sweet tea. She would burn through at least two full glasses, and sometimes start on a third, before we left. It usually only led into some leg bouncing and light fidgeting, but that was preferable to the times where we stayed extra late and she chose the public bathroom over waiting. The ride home was only twenty minutes, something of a sweet spot by my standards, but two to three glasses of tea was also a lot of liquid, so I could only expect so much. She told me she had been avoiding public bathrooms for as long as she could remember, which led me to believe she had grown fairly comfortable with having a somewhat full bladder. That on its own had made small, desperate scenarios pretty common, but they'd gotten even more common after she'd learned about my interests. However, despite an increase in frequency, she wasn't willing to hold it much longer, at least in public, which meant the situations I really looked forward to--the ones where she nearly had an accident--were only slightly more common. Honestly, what I wanted to see more than anything else was for her not to make it, but according to her, she had never pissed herself bad enough for it to make it to her pants. She'd never had “an accident”--by her standards-- as a teen or adult, with the exception of a few things she had done for me in private, on request. I had hope it would happen eventually, but I usually just tried to be content with what I was getting, which was probably more than the average omorashi aficionado. On this particular night, however, she started on her third glass of tea fairly early on, taking slow sips of it after essentially inhaling the last two glasses. This was always an unfortunate sight for me, because it was often a harbinger of an incoming bathroom visit, and since we were both getting particularly invested in our conversation, I knew there was little chance we would be leaving early—we never did on nights like these. For the time being, I was content with having such a stimulating back and forth, and didn't want to let my greed muck things up; but when I called for the check, I was pleasantly surprised when she did not excuse herself. As I paid and we stood from the table, I kept waiting for some familiar words and a bittersweet trot toward the restrooms, but it never came. I thought I could see some internal questioning going on as she collected her box of leftovers, and even thought her legs were a bit closer together than normal, but it may have just been my overly stimulated imagination. When we headed back to the car, I didn't think much would come of the event, but I was excited nonetheless for what could possibly be a little more squirming than normal, or something equally unremarkable. I had learned to set my expectations low for this kinda thing, since I could never really tell how things would go for sure, and this always gave me some kind of satisfaction with the turn out. This time, however, when we got in the car, she twisted around and placed the box of leftovers in the backseat, and upon returning to a normal sitting position, I saw her squirm the slightest bit while putting a hand on her upper thigh. “Damn, I probably should have gone to the bathroom...” She muttered something to that effect and looked at me with what looked like a mixture of faux-worry and playful-pleading. This sort of comment was unusual for her, as she normally endured silently. At which point she realized her bladder was actually quite full, I was not sure, but it seemed twisting around had made the fact clear. I looked over at her for a moment but didn't reply. Had it been anybody else, I'd have offered to wait while they went back in, but since I was with Sara, and she knew about my fetish, I just put it in reverse and reveled in the fact I could do something like this and have there be no hard feelings. She could have asked me to stop if she had wanted to, but she probably didn't think such a thing would be needed. Her confidence in being able to hold a lot of piss for exceptionally long periods of time was not misplaced. I feel this would be a good point in the story to stop and give a run down of her looks. She was a light-skinned Hispanic with short black hair and a very cute face that seemed to straddle a strange line between “boyish charm” and “model hot.” I can't remember the exact shirt, but it was nothing fancy, some kind of t-shirt that fit relatively loosely on her, casual for sure. She was wearing a pair of fairly new looking jeans that were tight around the thighs and hips, but paradoxically a bit loose at the waist, making slight shows of her underwear easy if she was not careful when she bent over. I wasn't sure of her exact cup size, but I would wager somewhere between a and b. Small, but it fit her well and looked very natural, both under clothing and in the nude. To supplement for the lack of weight on top, she had a somewhat bottom-heavy look. Her hips were wide compared to her fairly small build, and her thighs went along with them perfectly--one size above normal, one size below “too big.” Her butt wasn't huge, but as it goes with large thighs and hips, it wasn't small either. I would argue it was possibly the most aesthetically pleasing part of her body, though that was heavily in relation to how perfectly it fit on her. Her pear-like figure was resemblant of classical Greek sculpture, where the women were usually a psychologically pleasing place between small and large—I was truly thankful to be with somebody so attractive. Pulling out of the parking lot and on to the road required us to drive over a bump, one that always had to be hit with a certain amount of speed in order to avoid the oncoming traffic. I hit it and the car shook violently. Once I was driving safely in a lane, I glanced over at her and found both of her hands on her thighs, her legs closed tightly. Her body again invoked thoughts of a Greek sculpture, and it made me regret the lack of desperate poses in their art. Within just a couple minutes of driving, one of her legs started to bounce rapidly. She was sitting straight up, rather stiffly. A few moments later she spoke: “Wow, I really gotta piss.” I remember she said that exactly, because of how unusual it was. For starters, she didn't normally say “piss,” and on top of that, most of her commentary, if any, happened a bit later into the drive, usually when we were getting closer to home. “That bad, huh?” “Yeah.” The earlier comments hadn't seemed too stressed, but this one had the definite markings of worry in her tone. I swallowed in anticipation and went silent. It wasn't long until both of her legs were starting to bounce up and down, at first in a steady, consistent pattern, but after a bit, in uneven, shifting motions that seemed to stop and restart suddenly, as if without any calculation on her part. In the corner of my eyes I saw her lean forward a bit, and when I glanced over, I caught the movement of her throat as she swallowed and the casual placement of her hand between her legs. I knew she had noticed my glance, but she didn't look over at me. She did, however, speak a moment later: “Oh my god. “ Her tone was shaky, somewhere between worry and awe. I had only heard her like this a few times, and that was usually when she was steps away from a toilet; those events were normally the rare treats that had ended in a change of panties. Looking at her then, I wondered if I would be treated to one of those events, or if possibly something more would occur. Around the time we reached the ten minute mark, she crossed her legs, keeping her hand wedged tightly between them as she did it. One of her legs was alternating between stillness and bouncing, changing every few minutes, while the other was pinned firmly to the ground. She was letting out small moans and frequent words of complaint, which was very unusual for her, and she did this at least once every minute. About seventeen minutes into the ride she spoke up again: “Oh my God, please hurry.” Her eyes widened. Her back was stiff and her entire body jiggled with the sharp vibrations of her leg. She hadn't switch positions since assuming it, and was no doubt afraid to try anything different. It was around this point that I realized her desperation had been going up and down. At points, her leg would stop and she would relax, just a bit, enough for me to notice, and then after a few minutes, it would escalate again, and she would start jiggling and complaining up a storm. On top of that, this pendulum effect seemed to be moving increasingly quick with each passing interval. When we made it twenty one minutes into the trip—I should add the twenty minute estimate was when I sped, but due to truly 'extraneous' circumstances, I had disavowed my crude, speeding ways and assumed the role as a law-abiding citizen—she spoke up again: “I'm about to piss myself.” She said it calmer than she had uttered the other things, almost as if she was getting used to the unbearable pressure. “It's so bad.... Please hurry.” The second part was slightly more urgent. Looking down at the speedometer I sped up about one mile per hour—technically obliging her request. A few moments later, I saw her body begin to quiver and I noticed her face grow strained. She started bouncing, and then stopped and stiffened up after a few moments. She then started bouncing again and repeated the process about four times before she got stiffer and started to lean forward, keeping her hand viced between her crossed legs, presumably pressing as tightly as she could against her groin. The noise that then came from her throat had to have technically been a grunt, but it sounded somewhere between a moan and a squeak. After a few moments, I noticed her body relax just a smidgen and she started bouncing her foot again. I placed my hand on her thigh and rubbed it in a slow, soothing pattern. “You alright?” “...I leaked.” “... How bad?” “I can feel it.” I swallowed, the intense feeling of arousal making it hard to think. “How bad...? Like, on the your pants bad?” “No. I don't think so, but my underwear is pretty wet.” After that, we went silent again. In a way, I had already gotten what I wanted, but we still had a couple minutes before we would make it home, and even though it seemed like her urge had been relieved a bit, I still had hope this could be the accident I'd been waiting so long for. The rest of ride went by without much of a hitch, though it is worth noting within thirty seconds of our conversation her leg started bouncing again. When we pulled on to our street I saw her spine straighten out as she undid her seat belt. She muttered “oh my God...” under her breath, leaned in, and swallowed, keeping her legs crossed and her hand pincered the entire time. The moment we pulled into the parking lot, the overhead light of the car turned on, indicating she had cracked open the door. I saw her staring downward, toward the bottom of the car door, as I pulled in and brought us to a stop. She swallowed and with one swift motion uncrossed her legs and practically leaped out onto the asphalt. Before I got out, I saw her grimace through the passenger window from the sudden shift in gravity. With no regard for whether or not she was seen, she kept her hand pressed firmly into her groin. I quickly took my keys and headed off after her. She lead the way with a quick swagger, swinging her wide butt back and forth with each step. Her thighs stayed together, rubbing against each other as she masterfully maneuvered through the hallways--with impressive speed, I might add. I followed close behind, knowing that if I didn't, she would more than happily leave in the elevator without me. When we got to the elevator, we had to wait for it to come down to us, and there wasn't a moment where she stood still. At first it was just intense, obvious squirming, one foot to the other, hip swinging at the very least, all while she was grabbing herself, but after a few moments, she started pacing, as if the act of standing still would break her. When the elevator arrived, we both got on and I was treated to the same thing: intense squirming and soon pacing in circles, like she was running from the urge in a Benny Hill skit. I thought about keeping the door open to mess with her, but I felt like things had gotten a bit too intense for me to play that game. That one might make her legitimately mad. “Fuck... I'm leaking...” She said it with quick, short breaths. I could only imagine the state of her underwear, and I wondered if urine was beginning to dribble through. In the back of my mind, it occurred to me that while situations like this involving her were incredibly rare, they were not entirely unprecedented, but an actual accident up to then had been. I felt my heart beating heavily and loudly in my chest. There was a chance, but still no guarantee... When the elevator stopped, she shot off like a rocket, thighs remaining together as her butt and thighs swung back and forth through the hallway. She was already reaching into the tight pockets of her jeans to remove the apartment key. When we reached the apartment door, she reached forward and initially missed the locked, missing it a few more time with follow up stabs. In her frazzled state, she wouldn't be able to do it while squirming. She bit down on her lower lip and came to a stop. I saw her face tighten as she delicately maneuvered the key into the lock, and in the instant she turned the knob, her eyes widened. “Shit, shit, shit...!” The expletives said it all. She ran into the apartment and down the hallway toward the bathroom. I waited in the living room for about seven minutes before I heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. It ran for only two to three minutes and then it turned off. The results were pretty obvious, and I struggled with not pleasing myself right there on the couch, however I waited with bated breath for the degree of her accident and the damage she had inflicted on her jeans. When the door opened, there was a moment's hesitation, and then a pantless form, clutching something in its hands, darted off into our bedroom and swung the door closed before I could get a good image of what had happened. I sat for a moment and wondered how to salvage the situation. I stood up before it was too late and rushed to the bedroom. I knocked and asked if I could come in. “Umh... yeah.” She hesitated for a moment, no doubt choosing to answer in the affirmative entirely because of my fetish. When I walked in, the first thing I saw was her butt aimed at me, as she was bent down in front of our dresser procuring a change of clothes. She still had her panties on, bikini-style, cotton, a tasteful shade of white, a yellow-tinted dark spot starting about an inch above her butt cheek and extending all the way down her crotch. There were intermittent patches of varying sizes extending up her butt, all the way up to the hem of the panties, presumably from being unable to stop her stream even for the moment it would take to remove the underwear. Sitting askew on her floor were the jeans, their piled shape amorphous, but dark spots visible in the mess. “So, uh... Looks like things didn't go too well.” I said something dopey to that effect. “Yeah,” she turned around and smiled at me. It was a strange smile, very calm, possibly one of relief, not just in having gotten to pee, but in knowing her accident, a normally embarrassing and difficult experience, had brought me great pleasure. “I lost it when I was trying to unlock the door.” “... What happened?” Still standing in her panties, her change of clothes in hand, she explained. Through a small series of verbal back and forths, I essentially gathered that when she reached the door, standing still had done her in, and she had started to wet herself as she was opening the door. When she was running, she temporarily managed to regain a little control, but each step had caused a small to large leak, and the moment she entered the bathroom and came to a relative stop to the close the door, she was essentially, full-on peeing her pants. As she regarded it, she got her pants off “with light speed” so the damage could have been a lot worse, but there was no denying by the dark spots on her jeans it had been bad. I was disappointed she had already removed the jeans, and attempted to get her to put them back on to model them for me, but she was grossed out by the idea. I felt bad insisting, but the event was a rare one, and it didn't take long before she caved. She slipped on the jeans and I examined the wet spot. The spot wasn't as bad as I was expecting, but was still extremely noticeable. There wasn't anything visible from the front when she had her legs closed, but once she opened them, one could see the saturation that had run down the sides and back of her thighs. When she turned around, I found a much more noticeable trail of wetness, encroaching a few inches up to her butt cheeks, but most of it centering around her groin, growing out about two and a half inches in width, and then crawling down her legs, making a solid patch of wetness just past the half way point to her knees. After that she removed the jeans and panties and showered again, and the stuff beyond that is better left unstated. Hopefully you all enjoyed this occasion as much as I did! Edited February 9, 2017 by Meowth (see edit history)
Cassie held her breath, glancing nervously around as she stepped out of the shower in the girls' locker room. Wringing her shoulder-length brown hair, she quickly grabbed a towel and scampered over to her locker, quickly dressed into her faded jeans, yellow t-shirt and the black platform flip flops that her friend Sara coerced her into wearing. Sara knew Cassie was self-conscious about her feet; maybe she wanted her to get over it. Luckily, she was able to avoid being seen before dressing and exposing her youthful figure. Even though she drank a full glass of orange juice at breakfast and had a bottle of Gatorade while walking to school, she was parched from the rigorous basketball game she had played. She took multiple long drinks from the water fountain before leaving for her algebra class.    “Cassie, wait up!” She turned around. Her best friend Sara hurried to catch up to her. “Nice three at the end of the game there, we would have had you guys!” Although she was much more outgoing than Cassie was, Sara lacked her natural grace and was well aware of that fact.    “Thanks,” Cassie said meekly, “But we did have Brittany on our team, she scored most of the points.”    “Yeah right,” Sara said, “You know you won the game. MVP baby, right here!” She announced the words loudly and gestured at Cassie, garnering many stares and a couple of smiles. Cassie could only laugh anxiously as Sara wrapped her arms around her.    They arrived at Cassie's class. “Alright,” Sara said, “See you at lunch. And I like your shoes by the way.” She looked at Cassie's toes in the flattering sandals and continued down the hall, leaving Cassie at the mercy of Mr. Wolfe, the 11th grade algebra teacher who was less than liked by his students. Cassie sighed and stepped inside.    The class proceeded without incident. The teacher picked up where he had left off yesterday, discussing factoring of polynomials. Cassie understood the basics, but the idea was not quite solid in her head just yet, so she listened intently. She finally got the hang of it after a few practice problems. Secure in the idea that she would get a good grade on the next test, she relaxed a little, and then became aware of a different problem. Her bladder twinged, causing her to tense up the lower half of her body. With her attention focused on the class, she barely noticed it and was able to ignore the slight twinges.    What she was not quite used to though was the length of her classes. She was used to having many classes for short times, meaning more breaks in between. In her new school, the classes were over an hour and a half long, threatening much more strain on her weak bladder.    In the last half-hour of class, she was aware that the slight twinges had turned into a stronger and more constant urge. Her hand twitched, as she nearly made the decision to raise it to ask to use the restroom, but decided against it. She remembered the kids who always had to go, and were teased for their apparent difficulty in controlling their bladders. And if not for her being extremely reserved, she would have been one of them. She remembered how she would cross her legs in her desk, and rush to the bathroom every so often. This year though, each class was more than twice as long as the classes at her old school. And not to mention the fact that she must have drunk more than a quart of liquid this morning. By the end of the class, she had to concentrate on holding it. Although she knew she wasn't really desperate, she was still quite uncomfortable. She pressed her palm into her crotch when she was sure nobody was looking.    Thankful to be out of math, she hurried to the nearest restroom. A small crowd of girls had gathered around the door, which was wedged open. A maintenance worker was visible inside, wrestling with a broken pipe. “Sorry girls,” he said, “This one's out of action for now, you'll have to use the one over by the gym.”    Cassie whimpered quietly. The gym restroom was on the far end of the campus, and she wouldn't have enough time to get to her Spanish class afterward. Her Spanish teacher did not tolerate lateness and she had already been late more than once, so relieving herself now was out of the question. She grimaced at the thought of going another class while holding it, but she had never wet herself before and the thought of an accident didn't even cross her mind.    “Buenos dias Cassie,” her teacher said as she entered her Spanish classroom. She returned the greeting quietly and dropped into her seat. She found herself shifting somewhat to ease the pressure on her bladder.    Soon afterwards, Dylan walked into the room. Cassie had a terrible crush on the  blonde junior, yet could not bring herself to tell him. He smiled at her, and noticed her wiggling slightly. “You alright?” he asked nonchalantly.    “Hey, yeah I'm fine,” Cassie replied, unable to suppress the quiver in her voice. She hoped he didn't pick up on the fact that she was not herself around him, and that she badly had to pee. She was sure she had embarrassed herself enough this year that he would never see her as any more than an acquaintance, let alone return her feelings. For his sake, she had to remain calm! She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and was able to sit still. Then, a powerful urge hit her. She jammed her hand into her crotch and bit her lip, only barely hanging on. She scrunched her toes at the force of the contraction, which eventually subsided. “Alright, that was the worst of it,” she thought to herself, “I'll be able to hold it just fine now. Heh, and I thought for a second I wasn't going to make it.” She felt the pressure subside a bit, and was able to concentrate on the lesson. Spanish was her best subject, and she had no trouble remembering the lists of vocabulary and conjugation charts.    Minutes later, another wave hit her, causing her to shiver and to leak some urine into her panties. She knew she was in trouble now; it was either ask to go, or wet herself in class. And the latter was utterly and completely out of the question. She raised her hand.    When she asked, the teacher said, “okay, i need your ''thing'' !” She had handed out restroom passes to everybody at the beginning of the semester, and required the students to have her sign it before they could leave. Cassie forgot all about the pass, and now frantically dug through her backpack and folders for the small slip. After some minutes of searching, she was unable to come up with it.    “Sorry,” the teacher said, “I can't let you go if you lost your pass.” Disheartened, she put her head down on her desk. What now? The trickle of pee she released earlier was now getting cold, and she could feel it against her girlhood, reminding her of the pent-up liquid inside. She had made up her mind. She was going to hold it no matter what. Her bladder burned, but there was no way that she would accept the towering shame of wetting her pants. She was in high school; girls her age just didn't do that.    A few minutes later, she felt a huge wave of pressure on top of the continuous push she had been fighting. She leaked again, but this one did not stop. She slammed both hands into her crotch and leaned over in her seat, trying to stop peeing. After a long time, she regained control. A small wet spot had appeared on her jeans. She immediately felt her face and upper body grow hot. She knew she was blushing brightly, but barely cared. What mattered was making sure what just happened, didn't happen again.    She had to do something. There was no way she would be able to stop it if her bladder contracted again with that much force. She went to the teacher's desk and whispered, “I don't have my pass, but can I please just go? It's an emergency.” She was squirming obviously, attracting whispers from a few people. She looked around. Some averted their eyes, giggling quietly. Others were smiling and talking covertly to one another. Dylan just looked at her, his expression shifting from thoughtfulness to sympathy. She couldn't bear to look back at him any longer in her current state. She looked back at the teacher, who finally sighed, “Alright, you can go. But make it quick.”    “Oh thank you, I promise I'll be back soon,” she said, as she half-sprinted, half-hobbled out the door. She made her way back to the nearest restroom. The maintenance worker was still in there, and thankfully the sound of rushing water had subsided. The door was blocked by an “out of order” sign, but her need to relieve herself overruled her desire to stay low-key.    “Excuse me, can I come in? I'll only be a second, please?” she said, her voice carrying obvious stress.    “Well, he said, “If you can wait another five minutes or so, I'll be all done. I'm sorry but I can't let anybody in until then.”    She whimpered loudly and hobbled off towards the far side of the school. Some people were staring at her now, as she couldn't walk properly, and she had a hand buried between her legs. But there was nothing she could do about it; if she tried to walk normally, she would wet herself right then and there.    The gym was right in front of her. The locker room bathroom was one more door away. She was so close! “Please be open, please be open!” she said to herself. She pulled on the locker room door. Success! She staggered inside, leaking a little more with every step. She was thinking already of how good it would feel when she sat down. Just then, another big push stopped her in her tracks. She cried out fearfully; her clenched muscles were just too tired to hold it for a second longer. The pain was unreal; if she could only let go for a moment! She moaned and relaxed her strained muscles, the pee spraying from her urethra and splashing back against her girlhood. Panic gripped her immediately. She tried again to stop the flood, but she just couldn't do it. She stood in the locker room, half-bent over, with urine filling her panties, running down one pant leg and wetting her hands, which were pressed into her crotch. “No, no,” she cried, barely able to breathe for disbelief of what was happening to her. She, a eleventeen year-old girl, was having a major accident in school. She sat on a bench, still peeing freely, the wetness seeping down to the back of her pants. She leaned her head back against a row of lockers, allowing the tears to flow freely from her eyes and make shiny tracks down her face. Her right shoe squelched, as some pee was trickling down her inner thigh and pant leg into the spongy sole of the flip flop.    She forced herself to stand up and wipe her eyes. She couldn't just sit in here and cry until her clothes dried out. She figured she'd have to go to the office to call her parents. But just as she went to leave, the bell rang. She knew that in any second, the locker room would be full of other students who would taunt her mercilessly. Blinking back more tears, she retreated to a stall in the bathroom, figuring that she'd wait until everybody was gone.    After the commotion in the locker room had faded, she peeked out of the stall. The coast was clear, for now. She would have to try to find a way to the office without being seen. But now it was lunch time! Throngs of students filled the courtyard and surrounding areas.    Her stomach twisted in horror at the idea of marching through thousands of students with her tearstained face and pee-soaked jeans. She'd just call her parents from her cell phone; they'd understand that she could skip her last class for such a socially crippling situation. She drew her phone from her pocket. The display showed one bar, horrible reception from inside the locker room; she'd have to go outside.    With utmost caution, she sneaked out the back of the gym. She dialed her mom's number on her phone while she was crouched behind a wall. “Come on, pick up,” she whispered, but the phone kept ringing. She clapped the phone shut as it went to voicemail. She breathed out in exasperation, but then covered her mouth as she heard footsteps behind her.    They were getting closer, but if she moved, she'd give herself away. She just stayed still, hoping that she wouldn't be found by whoever it was. Thankfully, the footsteps began to fade, and as soon as she thought the person was gone, her phone rang. It was her mother returning her call. There was no way she could answer it now, so she just silenced it and buried her face in her knees, the wetness still causing her jeans to cling to her legs.    “Cassie, is that you? Where are you?” the person asked. Of all people, it was Dylan. The last possible person she would ever choose to see her in this scenario is about to find her. She sat tight until he walked around the low wall she was hiding behind.    She looked up at him with wide eyes, not having the slightest clue of what he was going to say. “Heh, what are you doing over here, why are you hiding?” he asked, gazing down at her on the ground, with her knees pulled to her chest. She didn't say anything.    He knelt down to her. “Really, what's wrong? I saw you run out of the class and I knew the closest bathroom was closed, what happened?”    “I-- didn't make it,” she said in a nearly inaudible voice. She lay her legs out flat, revealing the massive wet patch on her jeans that stretched from her crotch down to her right ankle. She felt prickling heat again in her cheeks. She couldn't bear to look at him, so just turned her head with her eyes closed as he looked at the damage.    “Oh... that sucks,” he said, now with his voice losing its strength.    “You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?” Bracing herself for his response, she finally forced herself to meet his gaze, though she was sure her bright blush was far too obvious.    He put his hand on her shoulder, causing her to gasp faintly. “Don't worry,” he said, “I won't tell anybody.” He cautiously let his hand slide down her arm and into her hand, giving her goosebumps. “I promise, it will be our little secret.” He gripped her hand harder and pulled her to her feet.    With his very forward display of affection, Cassie felt bold enough to return some. “Thanks,” she said, hugging him, but careful not to press her wetness into him. Taken completely by surprise, she found herself being pulled towards him. His hands rested on the small of her back as he held her close. Through her chilly panties, she could feel the stiffness in his crotch. It was though a surge of electricity had gone through her.    “It might be a silly question,” he said softly, “but... do you like me? As in, like, you know.”    It was now or never. She could believe this was actually happening! Here she was, standing in sodden jeans, pressed against the boy she was too afraid to talk to. She whispered timidly, “Yes.”    He grinned at her. He breathed in deeply. Cassie could feel his heartbeat increase along with her own, as her small breasts were against his toned body. She leaned her head forward, carefully, and touched her lips to his. He returned the kiss gently; he must have known it was her first time. But then he broke away from her.    “What is it?” she asked, moving towards her again.    “Cassie, we're still in school,” he said. “We can't stay here, lunch is almost over.”    “Well I can't exactly go to class like this!” she said, gesturing to her wet jeans.    “I'll tell you what, how about I take you home?”    “What, you mean, in your car? Now?” she stammered. “I mean, yeah that would be great!”    “Yeah,” he replied, “It'll be no problem. I've got an off-block anyway.”    “I really appreciate it,” she replied, and followed Dylan to his car.    The ride to her house was strangely silent. Cassie feared it might be awkward, since the windows were up and she smelled faintly of urine. She spoke up suddenly, breaking the silence.    “So, you really don't mind?”    “I don't mind what?”    “That I, you know, wet myself. I mean, there are plenty of girls out there who never have, and here you are, in the car with me.”    He laughed. “Heh, actually I kind of like..." He trailed off.    “You like what?” she asked him, pushing him to finish his sentence.    “Nevermind.”    “Did he say what I think he said?” Cassie thought to herself, “Was he going to say he likes it?” She looked at him, watching the color rise in his cheeks this time. “Dylan, were you going to say you liked it when you saw me wet? Oh, and it's this house on the right.” He pulled into her driveway.    He squirmed in his seat, his skin still with a deep blush. “Well, yeah, umm, we're here. I'm sorry, but I've really got to go. Talk to you soon.” Cassie figured if he were this nervous, she shouldn't press the issue. She kissed him with an energetic smile, and watched as he pulled away. She couldn't help but squeal, bubbling over with emotion as she was.    And to think, that during her accident, she thought it would turn out to be a bad day..
A/N: Another commission Val, Lauren, Holly, and Tina all decided to go out to dinner together one night, just the four of them, for a girl’s night out of sorts. It had been fun, and they’d all enjoyed themselves, but when it came time to go home, they decided they would spend some time at Val’s apartment. Entering the building, the four of them go straight for the elevators. Val hasn’t said anything yet, but after having so much to drink at dinner, her bladder has been aching since they left the restaurant. She can’t wait to get upstairs and take care of that, so she is quick to push the button to take her to her floor. “I can’t wait to get up there,” says Lauren, as if reading her mind and echoing everything that she is thinking. “I’m absolutely bursting, you know?” She laughs, but Val blushes, her words hitting a little too close to home. She is still not entirely willing to come out and admit to her problem as well, but she supposes she’ll be fine with waiting until Lauren is done in the bathroom anyway. She’s not even all that desperate yet, certainly not desperate enough to beg her friend to let her use the bathroom first. Still, she’s made a bit more uncomfortable when Tina so eagerly voices her own agreement. “Oh, yeah, same here,” she says, without much shame to her tone at all. “Gonna have to race me for the bathroom, you know?” “Then you’re on,” replies Lauren, and the two laugh at their humor, though both end up wincing due to their laughter, and Val finds that she’s becoming more nervous. Still, she isn’t going to fight over this either, and figures that waiting on two people won’t be much worse than waiting on one, and that she’ll still be fine. The only person who hasn’t complained once is her little sister Holly, but when she catches sight of her looking equally uncomfortable at the other women’s words, she can tell that her sister must be getting desperate as well. It only makes sense, considering they all had a lot to drink with their dinner, and she wonders if she’s going to have to wait for three girls, or if she won’t let her sister go first unless she actually speaks up about it first. It’s a tough decision, one that she’s sure she won’t make until after the elevator has reached their floor, but then it happens. Their elevator pauses its ascent for a moment, dipping so suddenly that all of the four women wince at the strain this puts on their bladders. The elevator starts to climb up again before dipping once more, descending for a few seconds, and then it comes to a complete stop. There is a pause as they all hold on to something, waiting for it to make its next move, but it doesn’t do anything. The elevator, it seems, has malfunctioned and gotten itself stuck somewhere between floors, and nowhere near their destination. Val tries not to let herself panic, though she knows that this is going to put quite the wrench in her plans. She could have waited for two girls going in front of her, and maybe even three, but she’s not so sure she can wait for the elevator to get fixed on top of all of that, especially not surrounded by the other three, all showing as many signs of desperation as she is!She pages for help, and it is a moment before they get any response, but all they are told is that the situation is being worked on, and that they will be rescued as soon as possible. That doesn’t tell them much, and when she asks for a time estimate, she is told that they will have to wait an hour at least. At that, Lauren groans and says, “An hour? I don’t think I can make it an hour!” As if to emphasize her point, she does a brief dance in place, but this doesn’t go on for very long. Even so, she still has her thighs squeezed together when she stops. “I’m gonna end up wetting myself,” is all that Tina says, as if it is a known fact by this point. She leans back against the wall, sinking down until she’s sitting on the floor; fortunately the elevator is spacious enough to allow for her to do something like that without inconveniencing everyone else. While she sits, she crosses her legs with a groan. Holly finally speaks up about things, saying, “Yeah, I feel your pain. I...really need to pee too, I hope they figure it out sooner than that.” Of course, even as she says it, it’s clear that she realizes how unlikely this really is. Val still says nothing, but it won’t be long before everyone figures out that she has to be desperate as well. Her friend soon begins genuinely squirming, her theatrical performance of before forgotten as she gives in to genuine desperation. She seems to be the worst off of all of them, and the others have a hard time watching her as she jams a hand between her legs and bounces up and down at her knees. Lauren is very clearly on the edge of losing control, making it harder for the others to hold on for themselves. “This is really bad,” she says. “I really don’t think I can do this.” Though they all try to voice encouragement, it’s half-hearted because they are all fighting their own battles, and Lauren doubles over, moaning as she squirms and struggles. Finally, her shoulders sag and she says, “No, I definitely can’t do this…” It isn’t hard to guess what she means by that, but it becomes much more obvious when she drops her hands to reveal the dark patch rapidly spreading on her pants as she wets herself. The other women look away, both to give her privacy and to avoid watching something to remind them of their own bursting bladders, but there’s no getting away from the sound of the liquid hitting the floor, the hiss sounding incredibly loud in the small elevator. Balking, Val resists the urge to cover her ears, knowing that that wouldn’t do much to help her at all, and would be both insensitive and obvious, giving away her desperation almost immediately. She did what she could to offer her sympathy, as did the others, but it was weak in their condition, and Lauren seemed much to put out to be able to console. “If they’re mad that they have to clean up, I’ll say it’s there fault for not fixing the elevator faster,” she mumbles. While she sulks on her own, the other three are left to deal with their own needs, and trying to manage to hold it until the elevator is fixed, however unlikely that may seem. And Tina becomes increasingly more vocal about her own need, not seeming to notice how difficult that makes it for everyone else or, at the very least, not caring. She moans about how much it hurts and how badly she needs to go, rocking back and forth where she sits. Holly says, “I know how you feel, this isn’t gonna go well.” Her breathing is growing labored, and she’s more tense than Val has ever seen her. She feels a pang of sympathy for her little sister, despite being incredibly desperate herself. The situation is bad for all of them, and even though she has to worry about herself most of all, she wishes that none of them had to be stuck like this. Wincing, she squeezes her thighs together and tries to distract herself from Tina’s complaining. As sympathetic as she may be, there’s really only so much she can take. However, it becomes more and more apparent that Tina is really close to losing control, so her complaining only becomes more and more verbal and absolutely impossible to shut out completely. “I’m not gonna make it, I’m really not,” she says. “Why is this taking so long? It hurts, I’m gonna wet myself and this is taking so long!” Jamming her hands between her legs, she crosses them tighter and rocks back and forth even faster, moaning and shaking. Holly winces and presses a hand against her crotch briefly before pulling it back, pretending as if nothing happened. Tina’s eyes are watering from the effort and strain of holding it for so long, and it’s really quite the pitiful sight to behold, though she’s far from the only one having to suffer right now. Lauren in particular doesn’t seem too sympathetic, after being pushed to that point already, and even though Holly is trying to be there for her friend, her own desperation is growing visibly more noticeable, clearly putting quite the strain on her and making it harder for her to be sympathetic. “There isn’t anything we can do to make this go any faster, is there?” she asks, her tone completely hopeless. “I think we’re stuck here for the long haul,” replies Val, shifting as she speaks. Holly picks up on her what her movement means and simply says, “You too?” Nodding, she says, “Yeah, but don’t worry about me,” even though there is plenty to worry about. She is feeling just as badly as the two remaining girls are, she’s sure, but she doesn’t want to be quite as open about things as they are. “I can’t believe we’re stuck and I’m gonna wet myself,” Tina groans. “I can’t believe it!” Her complaining grows louder and more frequent, until suddenly, it stops all together, and the elevator is mostly silent, save for the sound of Tina whimpering pathetically, struggling to hold on and using all of her focus to try to prevent what she already knows is going to happen, whether she wants it to or not. She’s known for a while now that it’s hopeless, and yet she still fights, scrunching up where she sits until suddenly, she relaxes, all frustration disappearing from her face. Only relief remains, and it becomes quickly apparent that she’s finally reached her limit and has given in. A dark spot spreading on her clothes only confirms that and she begins to wet herself. She doesn’t stand up as she does it, a puddle spreading out beneath her where she sits, her breathing soft and ragged as she finally gets the relief she was so desperate for. Humiliation is apparent in the way she blushes, but she seems too exhausted to care, and more happy to be done holding, despite spending so much time fighting it off. “See?” she says, after a long moment of silence. “I knew that was gonna happen…” Val is long past believing that there’s any hope for her or her sister making it out of this dry. Between the way the other two women have lost control, there’s nothing left for them to do, especially since there’s been no sign of anyone fixing the elevator and it hasn’t been nearly enough time yet. “This really is taking a long time, isn’t it?” she says, as if to make small talk. However, both Tina and Lauren scowl at her, and she decides that that might not be so welcome right now. Really, she knows they won’t be pleased if she and Holly were to make it out of this dry, so maybe it’s for the best that she knows that they won’t. But that doesn’t mean that she’s happy about this, or that she’s willing to wet out of sympathy. Maybe it’s a hopeless cause, but she’s starting to understand why Tina tried to hold out for as long as she did, despite knowing that she as going to fail. There is a part of her that absolutely refuses to wet herself for any reason, insisting that she keep fighting no matter how difficult it may be for her, no matter how much it hurts and how much easier it would be to just give in. Holly sighs as she shifts her weight, the strain very clear on her face. She isn’t doing very well, but she seems to be trying to hold back her complaints for the sake of those who have already lost their own battles. Or maybe she just doesn’t want to get scolded by one of them for complaining when she hasn’t had the worst thing happen to her just yet. But just because it hasn’t happened yet doesn’t mean it isn’t going to, and everyone is well aware of that. Val and Holly are especially aware of their own circumstances, of the fact that they can’t hold it for as long as they need to, and that they will soon be joining their friends in soaking wet, humiliated misery. Misery does love company, after all, or so the saying goes. “I’m…” Holly starts to say, but she trails off as she winces, overcome with the effort of halting a leak before it becomes something more. Her eyes water a bit as she struggles to keep holding back, and whatever she was going to say is completely lost now as she falls silent. Holding her hands at her sides, Val can see that they’re shaking, that Holly is really shaking all over, and she can only imagine the strain it must be putting on her. But, then again, she might have a better idea of the strain than she realizes, considering how absolutely desperate she is right now. Whenever she focuses on her own need, she’s overwhelmed by how absolutely bad it’s gotten, and she tries to steady her breathing as she squirms. Everyone must know by now that she’s on the verge of wetting herself as well, it must be obvious just by looking at her. She manages to hold out longer than her little sister, at the very least. It isn’t much longer before Holly doubles over, gasping out in distress, mumbling, “N-no, not yet…” but, of course, even jamming her hands between her legs isn’t enough to stop her from losing control, and soon, the liquid runs down her legs, splattering on the floor and puddling beneath her. Her breathing is heavy while she wets herself, panting as if trying to catch her breath after such a long struggle. This goes on for quite some time, and every moment of it is torturous for Val to listen to. Her bladder protests, longing to be emptied like Holly’s, and like the other two, but she still forces herself to hold out even until the very end. Once Holly has emptied herself completely, she slumps back, still taking some time to catch her breath and recover from that. Val winces, not facing her and shifting her weight, wondering if there’s anything she can do to make this hurt less. As if sensing her thoughts, Holly speaks up. “You might as well just let go now,” she says. “There’s no way you can keep waiting, and you’ll feel a lot better once you let it out.” Even though she hasn’t said anything, of course everyone knows how desperate she is, and at this point, they probably also want her to wet herself just because she’s the only person who has it. Val knows that she’ll feel better once she does, and she knows that she has no chance of making it, and she knows that it’ll probably make the other three women feel better if she wets herself, but she isn’t going to give in until her body absolutely forces her to, and that is not something she will waver on. She is going to hold it until the very end, no matter how quickly that end may be approaching her. And, truly, that end is approaching her very quickly. Before, she had been able to keep her signs of desperation a bit more on the subtle side, but now she starts to squirm more quickly and more frequently, finding herself completely unable to stand still. Her breathing is growing heavier and she rocks back and forth where she stands, whimpering under her breath. She tries to keep this where only she can hear it, but she fails. Her bladder is simply too full for her to keep pushing herself like this, too full for her to try to hold back when she knows that she isn’t going to make it. It hurts so badly, and she needs to empty it so badly, and she can’t hold back anymore, no matter how much she may want to. And so, she doesn’t bother grabbing herself when she feels the first leak, because she knows that it will be soon be followed by second, and a third. But the third is more than just a leak, it’s a very powerful spurt. And following it is an even more powerful spurt, one that doesn’t stop, not even when she tries her hardest, and that is when she knows that it’s all over for her, and she sighs in a mixture of exhaustion and relief as she finally gives in. The stream is strong, flooding out of her with great force, and she wants to be surprised by how much she managed to hold back, but she can’t be completely surprised when she remembers how much it had hurt her trying to hold it all. Though she is surprised when she tries to compare it to what happened with the other three, because it really does seem like she was holding back more than them, and yet she managed it for longer, and managed to conceal her desperation, at least for a little bit. When she’s completely empty, there’s a very large puddle at her feet and her clothes are absolutely soaked through, and she’s humiliated, but also a bit too tired now to really care. Now comes the part where she stands in her cold, wet clothes and waits for help to come and for her situation to be discovered. At the very least, she thinks, she won’t be the only one facing that humiliation.
I posted this story at another board and the people there liked it and asked me to write more, so I thought it worth posting here. It started out originally as a short story based on an idea I had, but it quickly became much longer than the under 1,000 word story I was originally intending to write. ===== (The Wife Who Had To Hold It, Part #1) My wife, Kate, and I were both big conservationists. We also lived in an area that had frequent droughts, and was frequently very hot outdoors. The frequent hot days, as well as how frequently me and Kate were outdoors, met me and Kate drank a lot of water to stay hydrated. It wasn't unusual for either of us to drink 2 half a liter bottles of water an hour, which of course made us both have to pee pretty frequently after a while. Kate had a much stronger bladder then me however. Kate was such a big conservationist that despite all the water she drank to stay hydrated, Kate used the toilet no more than 3 times a day in order to save water on toilet flushes. My wife frequently tried to encourage me to cut down on my uses of the toilet each day to. We had a high efficiency flush toilet that used only 1.28 gallons of water per flush. But urinals did use even less water, less than 0.5 gallons a flush. So a while ago I convinced Kate to agree to have me install a urinal in our bathroom to help us save water & money. Kate though insisted from the start that she would never use the urinal. "You can use the urinal to save water on your flushes honey, but us girls have to sit down on a toilet seat to pee. I'd make a huge mess if I tried to use a urinal" Kate had told me. But the idea of watching my wife use the urinal turned me on big time, no matter how much Kate insisted that she would never do so. "Kate the urinal uses only a third of the water as our regular toilet" I frequently said. "Just think of all the water you'd conserve if you learned how to use it without making a mess. There's guides on the Internet to teach women like you how to pee standing up, and there's even devices like the SheWee you can buy". Kate however would often counter this by replying "Karl, you use the urinal a lot more then I use the toilet. Just imagine how much water you could save if you limited yourself to 3 or less trips to the toilet a day like I do". At the time I started pestering my wife about the urinal I was using the toilet around 8 times a day, and I pissed a gusher each time because of all the water me and Kate drank in a day. I decided after a while that taking my wife's suggestion of cutting down my trips to the bathroom might help get Kate to take my suggestion at using the urinal. So over a 6 month period I worked on holding it in longer and getting a much stronger bladder. Kate however still stubbornly refused to use the urinal during that time, not even using it once just to try it out. Eventually our stalemate ended unexpected one day when I pestered Kate about the urinal yet again. Instead of replying with her usual response, Kate replied with a different solution for us to save more water. "I'll tell you what Karl" she said, "since you're right that my toilet flushes use 3 times the water as yours I'll only use the toilet once for every 3 times that you do from now on". Stunned by my wife's different answer, I replied "Kate I'd be thrilled with such a compromise, but can you really hold it that long all the time". By that point, thanks to Kate's urging, I was getting closer to needing the urinal only 3 times a day. "You'd be holding it in almost all day Kate, and you drink several gallons of water a day". "Of course I can hold it" Kate answered with a hint of impatience. "You know I'm a strong girl who's always had an iron bladder that's much stronger than yours Karl. I can wait as long as your trips to the urinal make me, even with my strong thirst not allowing me to cut back on my drinking. If you manage to start taking even less frequent trips to the urinal then your current 3 to 4 pisses a day then I'll just have to tough it out and wait longer, and we'll conserve even more water, I won't complain". "So this is also your way of encouraging me to wait even longer in between using the urinal" I replied. Me and my wife didn't conserve water just from being conservationists, we were both turned on by each other holding it for as long as we could. "Well of course Karl" answered Kate with a grin. "I've been urging you to hold it in longer and longer and use the urinal less frequently for months now. So it's only fair that I put my money where my mouth is and cut down on my own trips to the toilet to". Naturally I liked this solution, and I decided it was good reason to train myself to use the urinal just once a day. Just the thought of having the power to make Kate's bladder crack if I could take as few pisses as possible made me excited. I'm sure the thought of how desperate I was going to let myself get before I finally used the urinal from now on also turned Kate on. "There's just one more condition I want to add to this" I said before agreeing. "If my infrequent trips to the urinal prove to be too much to you, you can always use the urinal to relieve yourself whenever you want to Kate". I knew full well that Kate would never use the urinal, unless it was a choice between the urinal or pissing herself when her iron bladder finally couldn't hold it back any longer. Kate smirked and giggled in response "if you insist then fine. But like I said before Karl, I'm a tough woman, and you're never going to get me so desperate that I'd consider using the urinal. Nor will you ever see me piss myself because I can't hold it back any longer. You know full well what an iron bladder I have". Kate's confidence that I couldn't best her iron bladder even under these rules rigged against her only made me more determined to try. From that day on Kate had to cut her visits to the toilet down from her usual two to three times a day to just once a day. And as she bragged earlier Kate didn't cut down on her frequent drinking of water either, she still drank several gallons of water a day. I tried to keep up with my normal water intake to, though Kate still gave me more frequent reminders then previously to stay hydrated. By the evenings when Kate hadn't peed for nearly 24 hours, and had downed at least 2 gallons of water throughout the day, it started to become a regular thing for Kate to be sitting with her legs crossed and fidgeting at least mildly in desperation. Yet even that didn't stop Kate from casually downing yet more bottles of spring water. Also true to her bragging Kate never complained once about her bladder even when she hadn't peed in over 24 hours. Nor did Kate suggest I visit the urinal more frequently, or show any signs that she was seriously considering using the urinal herself. But this was only during the first week of our long challenge. I was determined to greatly increase the pressure on my wife's bladder in the coming months until I finally bested her iron bladder. ===== (The Wife Who Had To Hold It, Part #2) My last story took place a year ago. Since then my own bladder has gotten much stronger, but so has my wife Kate's. This morning, a Monday, I woke up to our alarm at 7 AM incredibly desperate with a very full bladder that I hadn't emptied in over 24 hours. Me and Kate had drank a lot of soda at the movies last night, and of course because we liked to stay hydrated in our hot climate me and Kate had drank a lot of water throughout the day yesterday to. By my count I had drank around two and a half gallons yesterday, while Kate had drank a bit over 3 gallons, which was more than usual for her, but not by much. Kate was just waking up beside me as I got out of bed and rushed to the urinal to piss. Kate, with her rock hard bladder bulge clearly visible from several days of holding it and lots of drinking would have loved to sit on the toilet next to the urinal and join me in the relief of a morning piss. But this was only my 2nd pee since Kate's last one, 2 and a half days ago. That met my wife still had a lot more waiting to go before she could take her piss. Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for Kate, our bathroom was right across our bedroom. The urinal and toilet were both clearly visible from the open door. I was in such a desperate hurry to pee that I didn't even close the bathroom door. So from where Kate sat up in bed she had a clear line of sight of me standing at the urinal. Kate watched from the bedroom as I whipped my desperate penis out and started to piss a gusher into the urinal. Through the open bathroom door I heard a groan escape from Kate's lips as I started to piss. I glanced over at Kate and saw her looking away from me and my piss, with a strained look on her face. Kate was fidgeting around in bed and gripping her pussy, likely suffering from some bladder spasms due to my loud gusher of piss going on just 15 feet away from her. I grinned, my prideful Kate liked to pretend to be the lady with the iron bladder who never needed to pee. But even she was human enough to flinch at my piss when she was this desperate, Kate had last peed Friday evening at 9 PM, 58 hours ago. I sighed in relief as the gusher from my penis finally ran out several minutes later, and flushed the urinal. When I left the bathroom feeling quite relieved I smiled at Kate, who seemed to have recovered by now from hearing my loud morning piss. Kate was standing with her arms crossed and her legs spread what was surely an uncomfortable distance in her desperate state. Kate knew I had heard her groan, and saw her squirm like a girl about to piss herself. Kate was trying to put up her tough girl act for her wounded pride, to make up for her moment of weakness when I pissed in front of her. Kate tried to stand before me like her bladder didn't have a care in the world, but one glance at Kate's rock hard bladder bulge clearly said otherwise. I reminded her "that was my 2nd trip to the bathroom since your last piss Kate, one more and then you can pee to. I hope you can make it, you looked like you were at the end of your rope struggling to contain yourself a few minutes ago while I was pissing away". Kate's proud face frowned for a moment, revealing a glimmer of concern, before she hid her concern behind her pride again. "No, I'm good now Karl. My bladder just had a slight moment of weakness after just waking up. And my pussy got jealous during that moment of weakness at the sight of your penis taking a morning piss, since I've been holding it for 58 hours now. But don't worry, I can keep holding it as long as I need to. I won't let myself show signs of weakness again Karl". "We'll see about that Kate" I replied. "You've got a long day of work ahead of you, and it's going to take a lot of hours until I'm full enough to need to pee again. Who knows how much longer you're still going to have to wait. Just remember, you can always give up and use the urinal whenever you want to". Kate to her credit didn't flinch at my taunting, even with her legs still spread an uncomfortable distance with her full bladder. "Karl there's no need to threaten to wait a while to keep me waiting a while longer. I know full well you're going to keep me waiting at least another 24 hours for a much needed piss, maybe even longer". Kate paused for a moment to put up a grin and gently rub a hand over her rock hard bladder bulge. "I'm a tough woman, and a tough wife, I can wait as long as your bladder can make me to take a piss. And for the last time, I'm not taking your get out of jail free card by using the urinal". With that me and Kate began to get dressed for the day. Kate grabbed her usual outfit for a day at work, a black women's pants suit. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder Kate's pants suits fit just fine, but with a 2 and a half day full bladder I knew all her pants suits were sure to be tight around her already rock hard bladder bulge. While I put my own clothes on I kept an eye on my wife dressing herself. Kate to my surprise didn't even flinch as she pulled her tight pants suit on over her bladder bulge, tightened her belt, and locked her belt buckle. The belt especially surely made Kate's tight clothing press down uncomfortably on her bulging bladder. Kate finished off her outfit by slipping a pair of high heel's on her feet that while fashionable, surely made walking much more painful on her nearly bursting bladder. But despite all the uncomfortable clothing, Kate looked up at me casually after she had finished dressing, looking unconcerned about the added pressure her tight clothing and high heels put on her surely aching bladder. We headed to our kitchen to have some breakfast before heading to work. I got out a large 3 liter pitcher of spring water out poured out a large glass of water for each of us, and set the table, while Kate prepared breakfast. By the end of breakfast our large pitcher was completely dry after me and Kate had each downed 3 glasses of water with breakfast, which was pretty normal for us. Me and Kate both worked for the same company, it was a very large corporation in a very large office building. Neither of us worked in the same part of the building however, so outside of lunch breaks and occasional meetings together, we rarely saw each other at work. Our jobs also at times required one of us go out in the field to visit clients some days, today however wasn't one of those days, which met me and Kate could carpool to work together. As usual I was the one who drove, while Kate grabbed a fresh bottle of water to drink during the ride in. Me and Kate arrived at work shortly before 9 AM. Kate kissed me goodbye before we went our separate ways to our own offices at opposite ends of the building. I had expected to go out for lunch with Kate at 1 PM later that day, but shortly before 11 AM my phone buzzed with a text from Kate. "Can't do lunch today, work meeting to prepare 4 important client tomorrow". I sighed, disappointed I wouldn't get to see Kate at lunch. I knew Kate, like me, was drinking a lot of water and coffee at her desk, despite her 62 hours without a bathroom break. I had been looking forward to seeing if my prideful wife could continue to hold her bursting bladder at lunch without squirming around or gripping her crotch in a sign of her desperation as she had bragged earlier. But then I realized what Kate's text message met about her schedule at work tomorrow. Kate would likely be busy in meetings all day with whoever her important client was. I was also determined to continue holding it into tomorrow. Realistically I thought I could last until around lunch time tomorrow without a piss, which met Kate would have to keep holding it until at least noon tomorrow, over 3 and a half days without a piss for Kate. And then I knew Kate tended to really hate using public toilets, including the ones at work, so she'd probably hold it till she got home. The frown on my face turned to a big grin as Kate's text message gave me an idea to prepare for tomorrow. On my computer I brought up our company's calendar app. In the app I checked our list of expected visitors tomorrow, and what their schedules were. I also checked the list of who was going to be out of the office tomorrow visiting a client at their site. After reading the lists I grinned when I realized the evil idea my mind was hatching would work. I pulled my phone back out to text a response to Kate. "OK, see u after work Kate, love u". After sending my text to Kate I got up from my desk and went to do a few things to prepare for tomorrow. Over at Kate's office, despite Kate's pride and her promise to be strong and to not let her bursting bladder show any weakness, no one was watching her. So Kate was crossing her legs and squirming around in desperation behind her desk for all she was worth. But despite her bursting bladder, Kate was so engrossed in her work that she was surprised when the meeting reminder popped up on her computer 15 minutes before noon. Kate glanced at the side of her desk where she kept her empty drink containers, and counted 2 coffee cups and 4 bottles of water. Kate grimaced as her bursting bladder unexpectedly spasmed in desperation when she realized she had already drank over a gallon of water and coffee so far today, and she hadn't peed in nearly 63 hours. Kate's tight pants suit and belt only made things worse for her, applying more pressure on her rock hard bladder bulge, refusing to let it expand despite all Kate had drank so far today. Kate gripped her crotch with both hands and rocked back and forth in her chair for a moment as she waited for her bladder to calm down. After a few minutes when Kate was convinced her bursting bladder had calmed down enough for her to handle, she grabbed her laptop and got up to head to her meeting. But Kate nearly grimaced in pain after just a few steps, as her spasming bladder reminded her how painful it was to walk in high heels with a bladder as bursting full as hers was. Kate's meeting was a long one, starting with a work lunch at noon, and continuing until quitting time at 5 PM. Kate knew she couldn't fidget around in desperation in her meetings, but she was sure that her bursting bladder would calm down again when she got to sit down at the meeting. So my prideful wife was completely confident that she wouldn't let herself show any weakness to her co-workers as she arrived at the meeting early and sat down. Still, Kate was nervous about meeting with her important client tomorrow, and Kate always found herself drinking more water & coffee than usual when she was nervous. A glance at her empty drink containers from this morning had told Kate that she was already drinking more than usual today. Kate knew that she hadn't peed in over 63 hours by now, and she knew her rule that she had to hold it until my 3rd piss likely met she wouldn't be able to piss at least until tomorrow morning. Kate tried to put a conscious effort on cutting back on her heavy drinking a bit to try to stop her bursting bladder's complaints from getting even worse. Yet as Kate's 5 hour meeting continued to drag on, Kate's nerves continued to get the better of her judgment. By 5 PM when the meeting and workday were finally over Kate had drank another 7 bottles of water and 1 more cup of coffee during her meeting. Kate quietly cursed her lack of self control as she realized she had already drank a second gallon of water today, with the entire evening still to go before bedtime. It had been nearly 3 days (68 hours to be exact) since Kate had been able to relieve her bursting rock hard bladder by now. With an effort, Kate slowly got up from her chair, hoping that standing in her high heels wouldn't set off more spasms from her desperate bladder. Kate sighed in relief as none came when she was standing, and started to carefully head towards the main entrance to meet me and go home for the day. From my end, today had been a very productive day, as I had succeeded in making all the necessary arrangements for my evil idea I got earlier from Kate's text message. I had also been drinking a lot of water and coffee throughout the day, as I usually did, but not as much as Kate had. I had drank 2 cups of coffees and 8 bottles of water throughout the entire 8 hour workday. I had a definite urge to piss by now, but thanks to all of my practice over the last few years, heavily encouraged by Kate, I could easily handle it without an issue. Kate was already at the main entrance of the building when I got there. Before Kate saw me coming I noticed Kate had her legs pressed close together, rubbing them back and forth in a subtle sign of her desperation after 68 hours without a piss. My prideful wife stopped this immediately when she saw me coming, and walked out to our car with me. On the way out I grabbed a bottle of water for myself and Kate for the ride home without asking. I thought for sure Kate would at least let a small grimace show on her face after she was rubbing her legs together like that just a moment ago. But to her credit Kate's pride made her give me a big smile and thank me as she accepted the bottle of water and took a sip from it. Me and Kate piled into the car, with me driving. In the back of my mind I wondered if Kate's rock hard bladder bulge had gotten even bigger from all her drinking today. But after a quick glance at Kate I realized Kate's tight pants suit and belt prevented her bladder from bulging out any farther. The added pressure on Kate's bladder must have been getting immense after all the additional water and coffee she's had today I realized. Yet my prideful Kate, true to her word, merely crossed one leg loosely over the other in a natural position. Not even with her tight pants suit and belt making things much more difficult on her would Kate show weakness in her bladder to me while she knew I was watching. On the way home we made small talk for a while, and Kate began to tell me some about the important client she was meeting for much of the day tomorrow. "So I'm afraid we won't be able to have lunch together again tomorrow Karl" Kate told me as she summed up her schedule for tomorrow. Me and Kate were always disappointed when we had to go to lunch separately, so Kate expected me to be disappointed. I put on an Oscar winning performance as I replied to Kate "well, it turns out it's probably better your client is visiting tomorrow over another day". Kate got a confused look on her face, and asked me "what do you mean Karl"? "It turns out I won't be in the office tomorrow Kate, so we couldn't have lunch together anyway even if you were available that day. I've got to go out in the field with a different client tomorrow. It was supposed to be Fred who was going instead of me, but Fred got a really nasty flu over the weekend, and I was the next best person they had available". Most of that was true, except I had volunteered for the job, I wasn't chosen for being the next best option. Kate was silent for a moment as she realized the implications of this. She wasn't able to hide the disappointment in her voice when she finally replied "well I guess that means we both have to drive separately tomorrow". I nodded my head, Kate hated driving when she hadn't peed in over 2 days, let alone over 3 and a half days like it would be tomorrow morning. "Maybe it's for the best anyway, I can't guarantee I'll be finished with my client and able to leave on time at 5 PM tomorrow, if things don't go well". I grinned inwardly at how my ideas for tomorrow might go even better than expected after what Kate had told me. Not being able to go to work with Kate, and observe her in the car to see if she could manage not to fidget in desperation like mad was a downside to my ideas for tomorrow, but it was a necessary sacrifice for my plan. I got me and Kate home shortly before 6 PM, with Kate having managed to maintain her composure the entire ride home without showing any signs of weakness. Still, I knew my prideful wife Kate was dying to use the toilet after going 69 hours without urinating a single drop. But of course I had still not taken my 3rd piss since Kate's last one. So rushing inside and racing to the bathroom to use the toilet she so desperately needed simply wasn't an option for my wife due to her pride I watched as my prideful Kate got out of the car and stood on her painful high heels without flinching at the extra pressure it added to her nearly bursting bladder. Kate somehow managed to walk through our front door while continuing to maintain her composure and not let herself squirm in desperation. The first thing Kate did when she walked through the front door was kick off her painful high heels. Kate breathed an audible sigh of relief as one of the things pressuring her bursting bladder while she stood up went away. I'm sure Kate was very tempted to also undo her tight belt and change out of her tight pants suit into something more comfortable. Kate often worse loose fitting jeans and tee shirts on the weekends, which were much kinder on a rock hard bursting bladder like Kate had now. However, Kate had never bothered changing out of her work clothing into something more comfortable after work before, except when we went out somewhere fun in the evening. So my prideful Kate obviously knew I'd view it as a sign of weakness, and call her out on it if she changed into something more comfortable to make it a bit easier on her desperate bladder. The first thing me and Kate started to do once getting home was prepare some dinner, and turn the TV on so we could listen to the news from the kitchen. While we waited for our dinner to cook I grabbed a large 3 liter pitcher of spring water from the fridge, and poured out a large glass for each of us. Kate gladly accepted the glass of water without hesitation and downed nearly a third of it right away. Since taking her high heels off Kate had seem to become a lot calmer and more confident about the state of her bladder. Or maybe Kate's pride made her want to down her drink faster to try to prove to me how unaffected she was by her desperate bladder. By 7 PM our dinner had been cooked and eaten, and our 3 liter pitcher and large glasses had been completely drained. The surprising part about the glasses though was who drank how many cups. Normally me and Kate each drank 3 glasses of water when we drained a 3 liter pitcher in one sitting. But Kate had proven more thirsty then I was, drinking 2 glasses before our meal was done cooking, and then drinking another 2 during dinner. Sitting across from me at the kitchen table, Kate remained outwardly calm and confident despite the 70 hours she'd now gone without a piss, and the 2 liters of water she'd just drank. But I knew without looking that Kate was squirming and crossing her legs around in desperation under the table. And I knew that the pressure being applied  to rock hard bladder bulge, which was still cruelly unable to expand due to Kate's tight clothing and belt, was only getting worse after all the water she had just drank. "Shall we kill the last few hours before bed playing some videogames" I  asked Kate. It was one of the things we often did in the evenings together. Me and Kate both had our own computers and computer desks side by side in the living room, meaning Kate could hardly squirm around in her chair without me noticing. The reason we set our computers up this way however, was that we could play online multiplayer games together without the need for headsets or shouting across the room to communicate with each other in game. "Sure" replied Kate, "want to play some Heroes of the Storm matches as Cho'Gall?". For those who don't know, Heroes of the Storm is a MOBA game (Multiplayer Online Battle Arena), and Cho'Gall is a two headed character that takes two people to play, and required a lot of coordination between both players. Cho'Gall was me and Kate's my favorite hero, Kate normally played the Cho (who controlled where the hero moved), and I normally played the Gall. I grinned at Kate's choice of games, no game would make me notice Kate being shall we say 'distracted' from her bursting bladder like a game of HOTS as Cho'Gall. While we booted up our computers and waited for the game to load, I grabbed another 3 liter pitcher of spring water from the fridge, poured us both a large glass, and set the pitcher down between us. We played Heroes of the Storm as Cho'Gall for nearly 3 hours until 10 PM. Me and Kate each drank 3 glasses of water and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher during that time. I was beginning to feel the urges from my bladder a lot more since the end of work, now 15 hours since I had my morning piss. It was beginning to get to the point where I was tempted to openly squirm around in my seat in desperation, and I did start to the last hour, to let Kate know how full I was starting to get. But I was still well in control of my bladder, and unfortunately for Kate, able to last a lot longer still. Kate on the other hand started out strong in our games, but began to become noticeably more fidgety from time to time at her desk. Kate was constantly adjusting her legs, trying to find a more comfortable position, even though she knew none would help her real issue. Yet Kate bravely continued to hold on, and rarely allowed herself to grip her crotch. As the hours went by Kate's performance did decline, but surprisingly not by much. Still, by the time 10 PM rolled around, and we finished our last match, Kate was clearly eager to get out of her tight clothing. Kate announced she was going to take a shower, and hurried out of the room before I could say more than "ok". Once in the bathroom safely behind the closed door where Kate knew I couldn't see her grip herself and squirm in desperation, Kate hurried to unsnap her belt buckle. At first the belt buckle refused to snap open, and Kate despaired at the pressure it continued to apply to her so aching so exhausted bladder. Then Kate pushed down harder on the snap with both her hands, at first Kate felt pain as her pressing on the belt snap pushed it harder against her rock hard bladder bulge. But then Kate felt immediate relief as the buckle snapped open, and her rock hard bladder bulge could finally expand a bit. Kate breathed a sigh of relief as she slipped the belt off, and then pulled her too tight pants to the floor. When Kate finished fully undressing herself she sighed in relief as the pain in her bladder eased somewhat now that she finally had nothing pressing painfully down on her rock hard bladder bulge. Kate stood naked before the bathroom mirror, admiring her rock hard bladder bulge she had held back for 73 hours now, over 3 whole days. Kate's bladder bulged out nearly 3 inches by Kate's estimate. It was one of the biggest bladder bulges the prideful Kate had ever seen herself have. The prideful part of Kate's mind beamed in joy at how close she was getting to tying to her record largest bladder bulge ever. It wasn't much of a surprise though when Kate thought back to her day, and realized after doing the math that she had downed around 3.4 gallons of water and coffee in just the last 15 hours. Plus Kate had downed around 2.5 and 3 gallons the previous two days during the weekend she recalled. Kate bit her lips nervously and wondered how she would ever get through work tomorrow with her bladder already holding nearly 9 gallons. Kate knew she had been drinking more today because she was nervous about meeting with the client and drank to help cope with her nerves. Kate feared her nerves were bound to be even worse tomorrow when in the presence of the client. It simply wasn't an option for Kate to openly fidget or pee dance in front of the client, or worse yet finally losing her iron grip over her bladder for the first time in her life right in front of the client. Kate glanced away from the mirror and to the side at the urinal she would never use despite her husband's 'pee any time' exception. Beyond the urinal Kate's eyes stared at the inviting white toilet bowl with the lid up and seat down, waiting for her to plop herself on it and open her pussy's flood gates. Kate shuddered violently for a moment as a larger wave of desperation hit her at the sight of the tempting relief of the toilet bowl, so close to her after 73 hours of holding it in. But despite the wave of unimaginable desperation, Kate gripped her bladder's iron sphincter muscles down as hard as she could, and refused to leak a single drop as the wave of urgency passed. Because the lovely white toilet bowl was looking so tempting to her right now, Kate plopped the lid down to try to try to hide it's temptation. Then Kate looked away from the toilets, and went to take her shower. The shower wasn't the easiest thing on Kate with her bladder so full either, but it was still a lot easier then wearing the tight clothing and belt Kate had been in earlier, so she bore it without complaint. Many would have been tempted with such a painfully full bladder like Kate's to pee in the shower, but Kate's pride wouldn't let her. Plus Kate thought the idea of peeing in the shower was disgusting. While she bathed herself, Kate couldn't stop herself from thinking about me, and how she had seen me start to fidget around at the desk after 15 hours without a piss. She thought about how much water and coffee I must have had today that I was holding back. Though she knew it would no doubt be extra difficult on her bladder that hadn't peed in over 73 hours, Kate was already getting turned on by the thought of full bladder sex with me before bed. Kate finished her shower within 10 minutes, dried off, and left the bathroom to put her nightgown on. I hurried into the bathroom after she left, and took a quick shower myself before joining Kate in the bedroom. Me and Kate were soon both all over each, both turned on by each other's full bladder. I gently rubbed Kate's rock hard bursting bladder bulge during sex, feeling just how full it was. Even that gentle touch was enough to make Kate moan in pain, but she didn't pull my hands away. I whispered to Kate how proud I was of her for maintaining her composure all day. I told her how proud I was of her for continuing to keep  her iron bladder's dam shut despite how many gallons of water and coffee she had drank. Kate whispered back how she told me she was strong enough to get through the whole day and more without a leak, all while shuddering involuntarily from time to time from the pressure our sex was putting on her bladder. When we were finished, Kate was gripping her pussy with both hands, as the strain our sex had put on her bladder had made her urges much worse again. Kate glanced over at me, not saying a word, but silently pleading for me to take a before bed piss so she could do the same. I smiled at her silently with a look she knew met no, and rolled over to fall asleep. Kate fidgeted around in bed for another 30 minutes before she regained enough control over her bladder to fall asleep despite it being so full. While Kate didn't wake up during the night, she had constant dreams where she was always desperate to piss, but was somehow never able to find a place to piss in her dreams. I meanwhile had more pleasant dreams, about how my plans for tomorrow would give Kate's bladder a much rougher day than she ever imagined. ===== That's all for now, let me know what you all think.
I know that part is unrealistic yes, I wrote the story originally for people at a board who love extreme desperation, even if it might pass into not realistic territory. That's why my story contains a whole lot of extreme desperation, and will continue to in the remainder of the story.  That said, I understand my story might not be for everyone who's an Omorashi fan. I posted it here to see if a more general audience would like it or not, and because it's one of the first stories I've ever written and posted anywhere, so I'm sure some feedback I get will help me become a better writer. That said, my apologizes everyone, I had been meaning to post the next parts of the story here sooner, but hadn't gotten around to it until now. Warning: The next parts (which include the finale) total over 14,000 words and 20+ pages, so it's not a quick read if you want to get through it all at once. Also parts 3 and 4 were originally one part, but I felt they were getting too large to read in one sitting, so I split them into two separate parts. =====(The Wife Who Had To Hold It, Part #3) Today I woke up determined to see my prideful wife Kate finally hit the limits of her iron bladder. I had dreamed all night of successfully pulling off the plan I had gotten yesterday, but my dream turned into a bit of a rude awakening when our alarm went off at 7 AM. I woke up to strong signals from my bladder of really needing a piss, and gripped my cock in desperation as I remembered it had been 24 hours now since I had last peed. I was very tempted to go to the urinal for a well needed morning piss as thoughts of my plan left my mind. I nearly forgot that if I took a morning piss today that it would have been my 3rd pee since Kate had last peed, which would have allowed Kate to take a much needed morning pee herself. But then I glanced to my side at my lovely wife Kate, and saw her gripping her crotch and squirming as the need for a morning piss also hit her bladder extra hard after just waking up. I did some quick math, and realized Kate had gone for 82 hours, nearly 3 and a half days, without peeing a drop. My bladder settled down after a minute, and I continued to silently watch Kate squirm across from me in bed as desperate spasms continued to jolt her bladder. Kate knew I was watching her, but she was desperate enough after just waking up to not care about the injury to her pride that her squirming might cause. Just continuing to hold back her 82 hours worth of piss was enough for her pride now, there was no need in her mind to not fidget around when it was just her and me in the house. Kate's rock hard bladder bulge looked even bigger than it had last night while we were having sex. Tempted though I was to gently touch it like I had last night, I didn't dare, especially while Kate was squirming around so much already. Besides, I wanted Kate to last as long as she could today, so I could finally see her limits if that was possible. After a few minutes when Kate's bladder had finally calmed down enough for her to stop squirming she looked over at me watching her. "Enjoying the show Karl" she asked in a neutral voice, I blushed. "I know you've gotta go badly to this morning Karl, I saw you gripping your cock". "No Kate, I'm still good" I lied. "Your husband is a strong man who can tell his bladder that hasn't gone in 24 hours to keep waiting as long as he wants it to" I said. I deliberately repeated much of what Kate often told me about being a strong wife who could always wait longer. My bladder was saying otherwise, though I was sure I could at least wait another couple of hours. Kate rolled her eyes at my mock pride and my imitation of her. "Ah-huh" said Kate as she ran a hand through her hair. "I'll believe that when I see you go 82 hours without a leak, and see a big thing like this around your navel area" said Kate pointing to her rock hard bladder bulge. Together we walked to our kitchen for breakfast. Like yesterday Kate prepared the food, while I set the table and got out a 3 liter pitcher of spring water and poured a large glass for each of us. Me and Kate ate and drank our 3 large glasses of water in mostly peace and quiet, though we were both squirming around in desperation in our seats while we could before work. Towards the end of our meal though Kate did strike up a conversation. "You really have gotten much stronger Karl" she said. "You really aren't going to rush off to take a morning piss before work like you've always done before after over 24 hours of holding it, are you?". I smiled at Kate's compliment, and wondered in the back of my mind if it was a sign of how close Kate knew she was getting to losing it if she had to go work with her bladder this full. I hoped not, because I almost certainly wouldn't be there to witness it with us both driving to separate work locations today. "Yes Kate, I've gotten strong enough to go without a morning piss" I told her. "I'm going to try to last all day at work today, just like you always do the rare times I take my 3rd piss at work. If you can do it then I should be able to as well". Kate twisted her long hair around in one finger, I thought I saw a hint of disappointment in her eyes, though maybe that was my imagination. "Well good then, I'm always proud to see you focusing on getting a bigger stronger bladder like mine, to help us conserve more water" Kate said. But she said it without as much enthusiasm as she normally would have, probably because of the state of her bursting bladder. "Kate, if it's too much for you, you can always use the urinal" I reminded her, guessing that the fuel for Kate's disappointment was doubt in herself and her own abilities to keep holding it back. Kate reacted just as I expected to the suggestion, she got a fire burning in her eyes, and a ticked off look on her face. "How many times do I have to tell you no to that Karl!" Kate half screamed at me. "I'm a proper lady Karl, and ladies don't use urinals. Ladies don't know how to use urinals. And this lady is strong enough to last an entire workday without a bathroom break, even if she hasn't had one in..." Kate glanced at the clock, it read 7:45 AM. "Even if she hasn't had a piss in nearly 83 hours already" Kate concluded. While I apologized to Kate for doubting her and angering her, I was grinning in my head. Kate had reacted exactly as I had expected her to. I knew Kate's pride couldn't stand the thought of giving up our challenge and using the urinal no matter how bad she needed it. Kate's pride would never live down such a big moment of weakness. Kate often felt the mere suggestion that she might have to give in and use the urinal was an affront to her pride about her iron bladder. I also knew that by reinforcing Kate's pride with such a suggestion, Kate would probably be much more hesitant than she already was to use a public toilet at work. When Kate felt I was questioning her pride and iron bladder, she always wanted to hold it in long enough to prove me wrong. I wanted to motivate Kate to want to hold it all through work and arrive home with a still unrelieved bladder just to show me that she could still do it despite so many days without a piss already. At 8 AM after breakfast me and Kate went to our bedroom to get dressed. Since I was going out in the field today where my clothing could easily get dirty, I chose appropriate clothing for it, jeans and a tee shirt with our company's name & logo on it. Despite my bladder not having been relieved in 25 hours now, the outfit was loose fitting, so it didn't push down at all over the bulge my bladder had formed. Kate however wasn't that fortunate with meeting her important client in an office setting. Kate had to look her best, and wear her best clothing, even if they weren't comfortable to wear with the state of her bladder. So Kate grabbed her usual women's pants suit, which while comfortable with an empty bladder, was sure to be even tighter than yesterday for poor Kate. When Kate got around to pulling her pants on she had to ask for my help, since she couldn't get the zipper more than halfway up with the size of her rock hard bladder bulge. All of the pants for Kate's women's pants suits were the same size, so switching to a different pair to address this problem wasn't an option for poor Kate. Because Kate wasn't a fan of skirts or dresses she didn't have any of those to wear instead of the tight pants suit either. Kate grunted when I pulled the zipper all the way up, and helped her slip the buttons at the top of her pants on to keep the zipper in place. Kate had to nearly double over in desperation for a moment as her tight pants caused new spasms to rack her desperate bladder. I smiled at Kate, amazed that my prideful wife was able to handle all the extra pressure being applied to her bladder by her tight pants. Kate put her tight belt on by herself and snapped the buckle shut just as tight as it was yesterday, though today that was even tighter with how much Kate's rock hard bladder bulge had grown. Kate let out a gasp as the added pressure from the belt hit her bladder, she gripped her crotch with both hands while her legs squirmed in desperation for a moment. And yet after a minute of getting used to the added pressure, my prideful Kate remained surprisingly strong despite strapping herself into this hellishly uncomfortable outfit. Kate did make things easier on herself than yesterday in one way however. She skipped her usual high heel shoes, and put on a more comfortable pair of fashion boots, which was what Kate often wore on her feet on days off from work. Under normal circumstances I would have probably tried to use Kate's pride to challenge her to wear the more difficult high heels, but since she seemed to be struggling enough already after 83 hours without a toilet I let it slide. Besides, the boots looked fancy enough to wear in a more formal occasion without anyone thinking it unusual. After dressing herself Kate walked over to the mirror in the bathroom, and began to comb her hair and put some makeup on. The urinal and toilet bowl were both to Kate's side to tempt her nearly bursting bladder, but Kate merely crossed her legs and tried to focus on her hair and makeup. I wasn't even in the bathroom and the urinal was tempting to me, but I knew I had to wait for the sake of my plans. Kate glanced to her side and saw me standing outside the doorway, watching her squirm her legs around. "Don't you need to get going to see your client in the field" Kate asked me. "Not yet" I answered, "the place I'm going should be roughly 15 minutes closer then the office according to Google maps, so I have some spare time to kill watching you". Kate turned back to the mirror and continued to finish applying her makeup. "I know you're doubting me Karl" she said coyly, "I see it in your eyes". Kate was half right, in truth my mind wasn't made up. Part of me thought Kate was already struggling too much to even last to the end of work. But another part of me knew whenever I was certain I was pushing Kate and her bladder to her limits before she had always held on just a bit longer until she could finally use the toilet and pee a gusher. "Well maybe I think I've finally got you pushed nearly to your limits already today after 83 hours" I said. "You've been squirming around a lot this morning, and we both know your clothes are really tight on your rock hard bulging bladder Kate". "That's because it's only you seeing me, and I won't be able to squirm in the office" replied Kate. "But don't you worry Karl, my iron bladder is still just as unbreakable as the day we met". "Well maybe you'll have to convince me Kate" I replied playfully, "seeing is believing, and I've never seen you last nearly 4 days without a piss". "Then I'll make you a believer Karl and return from work still holding it in all day, even though you should already know better" replied Kate with fire in her voice and eyes. "Besides" she added casually, "you should know that even if you peed in the urinal right now, your wife would still hold it and go to work unrelieved". "Why would you do that?" I asked Kate. "Are you trying one last desperate ploy to get me to take my third piss so you can pee before work, I never thought you'd have to resort to trickery to avoid losing it Kate". Kate almost snorted in disbelief at my accusation, "look at the time Karl" she said as she finished her makeup and went to work on her hair. "I wouldn't have time to pee before work with my bladder this full already after over 83 hours of holding it in. I can't be late on today of all days, it would make our company look pretty bad". I glanced at the time, and realized Kate was right, there was no way she could fully empty her bladder and still get to work in time. And Kate obviously wasn't one for taking a partial piss, especially since a partial piss would still count as a whole piss under our rules. Kate had no choice but to wait now no matter what her bladder told her, I smiled in my mind. Kate soon finished doing her hair, and then still squirming around a lot rushed to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for the drive in. Kate kissed me goodbye, hopped into her car, and started to drive to work. I locked the house up, and went to the field location I visiting today, feeling very hopeful from the confidence in Kate that she would make it to the evening when my real plans would begin. ===== (The Wife Who Had To Hold It, Part #4) Despite the confidence and control my prideful wife Kate had projected to me, much of it had been an act. While Kate still downed her bottle of water during her drive in, she also couldn't stop herself from constantly gripping her crotch and squirming her legs around in desperation. Kate knew she wasn't driving the safest due to being so distracted by the state of her desperate bladder, but she had been left with no choice by me not being in the office that day. Kate would have put the pedal to the metal and driven a lot faster than she was if she knew there was relief for her rock hard bulging bladder at the end of the trip. But Kate knew full well there was no relief waiting for her at work. Kate had always disliked using public toilets, and often found them too dirty for her likings. So she tended to try to avoid public toilets if at all possible. Plus our office building was quite old, and Kate knew many of the old toilets at our company weren't low gallons per flush toilets. A single flush from one of those old toilets took at least 3 times the water as a flush from our low gallons per flush toilet at home, a fact that Kate was well aware of as a strong conservationist. And on top of all that, I had gotten Kate to promise me that she'd hold it all day and return from work still unrelieved, just to prove she could do it. Kate wasn't one to break promises she made when boasting to me in pride. When Kate finally got to work shortly before 9 AM, she stayed in the car for a minute, gripping her pussy with both hands and squirming to try to calm her bursting bladder down a bit. Kate knew she wouldn't get many, if any, opportunities to squirm around so obviously like this at work today. After a few minutes Kate finally got out of her car, grabbed her laptop computer, and walked to the conference room her meeting would be held at. The only thing Kate could think about during her walk was how much more hellish her walking would have been in the same uncomfortable high heels from yesterday. Kate was so desperate already that wasn't sure if she could have managed to walk in the high heels without completely losing control of her iron bladder. When Kate got to the meeting room she saw the administrative assistants had already put out some light snacks. They had also put out several pitchers of water, instead of the usual one they left in meetings for only two people. Almost everyone in the company who knew Kate knew how she practically inhaled a lot of water, yet almost never visited the toilets. Obviously that was why they had left so much water out for her. On most days Kate wouldn't have minded, but on today of all days Kate was sure it would just encourage her to over-hydrate even more to cope with her nerves. Still, Kate headed to the coffee machine in the back of the room to make herself a cup first, since she felt she needed a caffeine boost. After getting a cup Kate sat down in a chair, and since she was alone she crossed her legs and squirmed around some while waiting for her client to arrive. Kate's client was a man named Steven, from XYZ corporation. Kate had never actually met him in person before, she had only spoken to him on the phone and in email previous. Kate had made sure to wear her best clothing and makeup just for him and this meeting. Kate always found it easier to negotiate better deals with men if she played up her looks to distract them. If Steven had been a woman then Kate wouldn't have bothered with the makeup, and would have chosen something that was a bit looser on her bladder that was still work appropriate. While waiting for her client to arrive Kate continued to squirm around in her seat while she did some work on her computer. After a while Kate glanced at her watch, and saw it was 9:30 AM. Something wasn't right, Kate's client was supposed to have arrived at least 15 minutes ago. Realizing she probably should have done so sooner, Kate opened up her mailbox to check for messages from Steven. She saw a message from him had come in 2 hours ago, she opened it to read it."Kate, I've come down with a really bad flu, I can barely get out of bed. I think we'll have to reschedule our meeting unless XYZ Corporation is willing to send someone else on such short notice". Kate swore in frustration as she scanned through the rest of her emails, and saw nothing from anyone else about being sent to fill in for Steven. Kate swore again, all that preparation, all that trouble with her nerves worrying about this meeting, and wearing her best but least comfortable clothing, all for nothing? Why hadn't she thought to check her email sooner? Kate wondered how much less water and coffee she would have drank yesterday if she weren't so nervous about a meeting today that wouldn't even happen. Before Kate could start to pack up her things and head back to her office she heard the door start to open behind her. Kate immediately uncrossed her legs and stopped squirming. Kate turned around and was surprised to see a long haired blonde woman in a beautiful dress enter, escorted by one of the administrative assistants. The blonde woman was carrying her laptop under one arm, and carrying a cup of coffee in the other. Kate noted she was wearing 4 inch high heels, she also seemed to have a nervous look on her face. "Kate, I'd like to introduce you to Courtney from XYZ corporation" said the administrative assistant as Kate stood up to shake the woman's hand. "I know you were expecting my colleague Steven" apologized Courtney, "but as you know he got really sick with a bad flu that's going around. I'm sorry I'm late, I only just found out I had to fill in for him less than an hour ago. XYZ corporation really didn't want to cancel this meeting, even though I've barely had any time to prepare for it". While Kate welcomed Courtney, in the back of her mind Kate cursed her bad luck again. Things were bound to go slower with a new woman to negotiate with, who might not even know much of what her and Steve had discussed previously. It was entirely possible that Kate might have to stay late now just to finish the negotiations, at least with Steven things would have moved more quickly. Plus Kate had wasted a bunch of time with her makeup and hair that she wouldn't have bothered with if she had known she was negotiating with another woman. Kate already felt her nerves starting to get to her, she suspected Courtney's nerves might also be getting to her already based on the blonde woman's body language. Since there were 4 pitchers of water in the room Kate and Courtney each grabbed one and put it within reach of their chair. Courtney didn't even raise an eye brow over the seemingly excessive amount of water left out for just the two of them. Kate had to spend the first half hour filling Courtney in on everything she had discussed with Steven previously before they could even start their negotiations. Even though Kate did a lot more of the talking, Courtney drained her cup of coffee faster than Kate, and poured herself a glass of water while Kate continued to do a majority of the talking. Kate found that noteworthy since she had always thought she and her husband had the biggest thirst around. Once Courtney was filled in enough on the past, the women got to work at the negotiations, which was the part Kate and her nerves were dreading the most. Kate was certain from her body language that Courtney was having the same issue with her nerves, and was coping with it the same way Kate did, drinking more water to try to calm herself. Over the next few hours Kate found herself constantly reaching for a pitcher of water to refill her glass to help calm her nerves, despite the increasingly urgent messages her already desperate bladder was sending her. Despite her bladder's desperate pleas, Kate's pride wouldn't allow herself to squirm or even cross her legs in front of Courtney. Kate felt trapped between a rock and a hard place. Kate noticed however that Courtney was drinking even more water than Kate during that same time period. By 11 AM Courtney had finished completely draining her pitcher of water within an hour and a half, plus she had also finished the full cup of coffee she had entered the room with. The pitchers each held 2 liters of water in them, and it took 4 glasses to completely drain them. By that point my prideful and desperate Kate hadn't peed in 86 hours, and she had drank her cup of coffee and 3 glasses of water since her meeting had started. Kate's own rate of draining her pitcher of water already alarmed her in the back of her desperate mind, yet Courtney was somehow drinking even more then her. When Courtney got up from her seat to grab one of the spare pitchers of water for herself Kate paid close attention to Courtney's body language and movements. It was harder to tell in Courtney's long dress if she was squirming her legs around in desperation or not, but Kate's trained eyes definitely saw the subtle signs of it. Walking on her high heels was probably making it even worse for Courtney. Courtney made no move to leave the room, nor did she ask for a break to use the ladies room, instead she sat back down next to Kate. Kate wondered in the back of her mind if she could use Courtney's constant drinking and her filling bladder against her in the negotiations. The better the deal Kate got the better she'd look to the higher ups, and Kate wasn't above dirty tricks to get ahead. Kate knew such tactics were just the kind of a thing I would have done in her situation. But she didn't know if she had the nerve to try to purposely deprive the other woman of a chance at a bathroom break. Kate put the idea in the back of her mind for now, and did nothing to encourage or discourage Courtney from asking for a bathroom break. Kate and Courtney continued to down the water like air to cope with their nerves as they kept working. By the time the women agreed to have lunch brought in at 1 PM all four of the pitchers had been drained. Kate had drank another 4 glasses of water, while Courtney had drank another 5 glasses. Kate was still dying for a piss after 88 hours without one, combined with her tight clothing applying an increasingly overwhelming amount of pressure on her rock hard bladder bulge. But Kate still managed to sit still with her legs merely crossed in a natural looking position. Courtney on the other hand, who was sitting right next to Kate, couldn't stop adjusting her legs. Kate though was certain that adjusting her legs would do no good for Courtney's real issue that was brewing in between her legs after all that water and coffee she was drinking. Courtney's fidgeting legs caused Kate's mind to return to her idea from earlier of using Courtney's bladder and constant drinking against her in the negotiations. Without a doubt Courtney's leg fidgeting had definitely gotten more urgent the last hour or two, the woman was clearly getting more desperate for a piss. Kate glanced at the schedule that had been drawn up for her meeting with Steven, and saw they were still well behind it. For the sake of Kate's own desperate bladder she really didn't want to have to stay late to finish the negotiations with Courtney. That was what made up Kate's mind, to play dirty by actively attempting to deny Courtney relief if she tried to ask for it. If Kate couldn't allow herself to have relief at work, then Courtney would have to suffer with her. Kate wouldn't allow Courtney's increasingly urgent needs to keep her at the office an extra 5 minutes while she took a bathroom break without Kate. There was another motive though to Kate's cruelty. Kate's pride about her iron bladder made her always want to best the bladders of other people who seemed to have a strong bladder. Kate was certain that given how long Courtney had already lasted that she must have a much stronger bladder then most women. "Courtney, do you think we could continue our negotiations while we eat" Kate asked shortly before 1 PM when the food was being brought in & their 4 pitchers refilled. "We're running quite a bit behind the original schedule, and I think we'd both rather not stay for a long while after 5 PM to finish everything". Courtney glanced at the schedule, some concern clearly in her eyes as she saw how they were already over an hour behind what was scheduled. "You don't think that I could just come back tomorrow to finish it if we don't finish today?" asked Courtney. "Certainly not" Kate lied. "The timeline for what we're agreeing to do in the months after this meeting is already tight enough as it is. We don't want to be responsible for why the project finishes late". In truth the timeline wasn't that strictly tight that another day would make a difference. But Kate had already judged that she'd get a better deal from Courtney then she would with Steven if he was well enough to come in tomorrow. Courtney bit her lips as she glanced at the door, as if considering how working through lunch would mean she wouldn't have time to run into the ladies room. Finally after enough hesitation to make Kate certain this was Courtney's fear she answered "ok then, I guess we have no choice but to work through lunch. I'm really sorry we had to waste so much time from me being late and not knowing much about this project". And so Kate and Courtney continued to work on their negotiations while they ate, and refilled their glasses from the freshly refilled pitchers of water. Kate's own bladder was bothering her a lot more by now than it was when she first got to the office in the morning. Kate's already tight pants suit had gotten even tighter around her rock hard bladder bulge, which only added to the tremendous pressure Kate's iron bladder was fighting to keep on holding it in. Yet still, my prideful Kate refused to let herself squirm or grab her crotch, she knew she had to be strong in front of Courtney. Kate only hoped that Courtney was feeling the effects of all the water and coffee she was drinking even worse than Kate was. Elsewhere, I finally had to give in to my bladder's urgent needs and take a much needed trip to the bathroom shortly before 2 PM. I pissed in the urinal for several minutes as I relieved myself, and then pulled out my cell phone. Me and Kate had long had an agreement that if we were separated I had to text her whenever I took a piss, to let Kate know if she was allowed to piss or not under our water conservation agreement. I was pretty sure I had made Kate determined to wait till she got home regardless of my text message however as I sent it."Couldn't hold it anymore Kate, took my 3rd pee @ 2 PM, waited 31 hrs" Back in the office, Kate heard her phone buzz with a text and took it out to check. After reading my text Kate told Courtney "it's just a message from my husband, I thought it was something work related". Kate quickly typed out a response to me while she continued negotiating with Courtney."New record 4 u, Proud of u Karl". The thought of calling for a break to visit the ladies room crossed my desperate wife's mind. Kate hadn't peed in 89 hours by now, and her need wasn't going to get any less urgent the longer she waited. But one glance back at Courtney after she hit the send button only hardened her resolve to not take a very badly needed piss quite yet. That's because Kate caught Courtney sneaking in a grab for her crotch when she looked up from her phone. Kate pretended not to notice as Courtney quickly moved her hands away, and shifted her legs around again underneath her dress. Kate was certain she had Courtney right where she wanted her, too distracted by her bladder to be a good negotiator. The next several hours probably some of the slowest in the two women's lives as they continued to down glass after glass from the pitchers of water while they negotiated their deal. There were several times when Kate was certain from Courtney's body language that she was about to ask for a break. But each time Kate would quickly speak up to distract her and change the subject. At times Kate would bring up another aspect that needed urgently to be negotiated. Other times Kate would mention how they were quite behind on their schedule even if they had caught up some. By the time the clock hit 5 PM the women still had roughly a half an hour's worth of work to go. The women's bladders were also much fuller than they had been a few hours ago. Kate had drank another 7 glasses of water and made herself another cup of coffee since 11 AM. Courtney meanwhile had continued to drink even more, and had downed 9 glasses of water and 1 cup of coffee. While Kate was still concerned about how much she was drinking given the desperate state of her bladder after 92 hours without using a toilet, she was less concerned after my text message. Kate knew, or at least so she thought, that the end of her long hold was near, just as soon as she made it home. Kate was looking forward to getting home, showing me how she had continued to hold it all day at work, and then plopping herself down on her toilet and finally peeing a gusher. And yet despite that moment still being over an hour away, Kate was still bravely able to resist the urge to squirm her legs around in desperation or grip her crotch. All she did was keep her legs crossed tightly in a natural looking position, attempting to betray no hint of the state of her bladder to Courtney. Courtney however had clearly gotten much worse the last few hours. Kate noted how Courtney grit her teeth whenever she stood up on her high heels to grab another pitcher of water, or make herself a cup of coffee from the coffee machine available in the back of the room. Her leg squirming had gotten a lot more frequent to, but still she said nothing about needing a toilet. Whenever Kate thought Courtney was going to bring it up she continued to distract her just as before by changing the subject. Kate sent me a quick text message shortly before 5 PM."Going 2 b late. Still have 2 pee like crazy". Kate and Courtney each had one last cup of coffee as they finished their negotiations by 5:30 PM and signed the papers. Despite Kate's calm demeanor, she was going out of her mind in desperation after all the water and coffee she had drank today. If Kate weren't so certain that she could pee when she got home she would have been very concerned about how she had downed over 2 and a half gallons of water and coffee so far today. Courtney was a lot more obvious about how out of her mind she was going in desperation, but she somehow still held it in to. "That's it then" said Kate as she carefully stood up after packing her laptop up, praying her bursting bladder wouldn't rebel against her sudden movement. "Come on, I'll escort you out to your car". It was part of our company's security policy that visitors couldn't be left alone at any time, so Kate had to see that Courtney had left the building before she could go home herself. Kate was certain Courtney couldn't hold it back much longer as she watched the woman carefully stand up on her painful high heels. Courtney let out a quiet squeal and gripped her crotch through her dress for a moment till she remembered Kate watching her. Courtney blushed, let go of her crotch, and without looking at Kate insisted "I'm alright, I'm just... worn out after a long day". Pretending to still be oblivious to her plight Kate simply replied "I think that makes two of us, it's been a long and stressful day". Kate paused, then added "I can't believe how much water and coffee I drank today to cope with my nerves". Courtney seemed surprised by the admission from Kate. "Oh I know what you mean, I think I had even more then you. It's nerve racking to get thrown onto something big like this with so little notice". Kate had to slow down her walking to let Courtney keep up with her. Kate had little doubt Courtney was on the verge of an accident, much closer then Kate's iron bladder was to one. As the women passed a ladies room Courtney paused for a moment looking at it longingly. "Would you mind if I freshened up a bit " asked Courtney, biting her lips. Kate really didn't want to answer yes to Courtney's question. Waiting for Courtney to use the ladies room would no doubt take at least several minutes with how much she had drank, and Kate had already resolved to hold it till she got home. Kate didn't want to put off her much needed relief any longer then she had to, even if it met putting off Courtney's relief. "If you want to" said Kate, "but I wouldn't. Words to the wise, this building is old, and the toilets are pretty disgusting in the ladies rooms. I always try to wait till I'm home just to avoid them". Courtney bit her lips, and her legs shivered around underneath her dress. "Ok, I'll take your word for it" she said. "I... I don't need it that badly anyway". Kate knew that was a lie, but she said nothing as the women kept on walking. Kate breathed a silent sigh of relief that she wouldn't have to wait for Courtney to use the toilets before she could leave. The women walked down to the first floor and out the main entrance in mostly silence after that. Once outside the office building Courtney became very eager to go her separate way from Kate. "I'll be fine from here, I know where my car is" Courtney insisted as she turned around to go the other way. Kate stood where she was watching Courtney hurry along as fast she could in her painful high heels with her bladder so painfully full. Once Courtney turned a corner and left her sight Kate went in the opposite direction to her car, while sneaking in a grab of her crotch. Once in her car Kate began look like a quivering mess like Courtney as she squirmed around like mad and gripped her crotch with both hands. Yet through her fidgeting Kate still started up her car and backed out of her parking space. Kate had to drive halfway around the parking lot to get to the parking lot's main exit. Along the way Kate glanced at a few parked cars still there grouped together. Kate's jaw dropped in shock as she drove past the cars. Squatting down in between the parked cars was Courtney, with her dress pulled up to her torso, and her panties pulled off to the side. She was wetting a huge gusher in between the two parked cars, Kate could see the look of joyous relief all over her face. Kate quickly looked and drove away, but not soon enough to prevent a massive jolt of desperation from hitting her bladder at the sight of Courtney's relief. Kate tried to block it out of her mind. But the more she tried not to think of it the more she thought of the massive gusher of piss she saw shooting out of the Courtney's pussy lips. And that only reminded Kate of how large the puddle of urine between the two cars already was when Kate drove by, even though Courtney didn't seem even close to finishing her piss. Kate swore out loud as she was forced to keep one hand on the steering wheel when she wanted to grip her crotch with both hands till this wave of desperation passed. Kate knew she couldn't possibly get home soon enough, so she put the pedal to the metal and drove as fast as she could. Kate was very tempted to undo her tight belt, and unbutton and unzip her tight pants, now that she was in the privacy of her own car. But still Kate chose not to ease the overwhelming pressure on her rock hard bladder bulge both were applying to it. Kate never unbuttoned her belt or unzipped her pants before when heading home from work. She knew I would see it as a sign of weakness if she walked through the front door without her belt on. And Kate couldn't stand the thought of unbuckling her tight belt now, and then re-buckling it back up after she got home just to pretend she had never undone it. Kate was sure she'd lose it right there if she took the belt off and then tried to put it back on after she had let her bladder bulge expand during the car ride. Despite Kate driving like an irrational maniac due to her desperation, she didn't get home till about 6:15 PM. Kate hadn't peed in over 93 hours by now, just a few hours short of 4 whole days without a piss. Kate was glad that she wouldn't have to wait till the 4 day mark as she parked her car in our driveway and struggled to get out without setting off her desperate bladder again. Despite how very desperate Kate was, she smiled in pride as she half walked half stumbled towards the front door. Despite how much I had doubted her earlier, Kate had done it, she had held it in all day at work without leaking a drop, even while downing a lot more water and coffee than usual. She had held it in even when she saw another woman wetting a gusher in the parking lot like her aching bladder longed to do. Kate could have knocked on the door and let me come over to unlock it and let her in. It would have let her squirm around and grip her crotch with both hands, and it would have been quicker then fishing through her purse to find the right key. But Kate was too prideful to take the easy way, she squirmed her legs around desperately as she found the key, and then struggled in her desperate state to unlock the door. When Kate opened the front door I was already standing there grinning. Before Kate could say a word she saw my client, a Japanese man in his 50's, enter the hallway behind me. Kate felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she realized what I had done. "We can finally head out to dinner now" I told my guest. "This is my wife Kate I told you about earlier. Kate this is Reno, my client I was showing around some of our field sites to". Kate tried not to flinch, but she couldn't help but grit her teeth as her bladder, unrelieved for over 93 hours, shuddered at this new event. Kate suspected right away that I had purposely invited my client to go out to dinner with us to delay her trip to the toilet. And yet Kate also knew that with company over at our house, especially such important company, she couldn't possibly show off her so full nearly bursting bladder to me to brag for her pride. Kate was very tempted to excuse herself and rush past us both to the inviting toilet waiting for her. Any other woman would have done just that in Kate's desperate situation. But Kate was too full of pride to take the easy way out. Kate wanted to show me that her iron bladder could take the unexpected challenge that I had just erected to block her from peeing so soon. Above all else, Kate wanted to show me just how full her rock hard bladder bulge had become before she finally let herself pee after over 93 hours without relief. To simply rush into the bathroom and pee a gusher now would feel like a waste of a new record for Kate. And so Kate had no choice but to keep on holding in her long and urgently needed relief, even though she had been looking forward for many hours now to finally peeing a gusher after getting home. ===== (The Wife Who Had To Hold It, Part #5) Now that Kate was finally home, my plan to delay her much needed relief for as long as possible after work had begun. Kate had already gone over 93 hours wetting a drop, but I intended to add quite a few hours to that number by the end of the night. I had worked hard to prepare for it. Earlier today I hadn't actually gone to a client's site as I implied to Kate. I had gone to one of our company's own sites out in the field, and taken one of our clients out there to see the site. Because this client had flown in a long way to visit, I had been told that I was expected to take him out to dinner. I had told my boss that wouldn't be a problem, and said that I'd even take Kate along with me. Normally we didn't take our take our spouses out to business dinners with a client. But since me and Kate worked for the same company, and my boss knew how good Kate was at charming our clients, my boss was fine with the idea. My client was a Japanese man in his 50's named Reno. He knew nothing of how long I had gone without a piss earlier, only that I had taken a long bathroom break around 2 PM. He did know that I had drank a lot of water however. And he knew nothing about Kate being so desperate for a bathroom break of her own after over 93 hours of holding it in. Despite Kate's desperate plight, I was hopeful that she could keep Reno ignorant of how desperate she was for a piss. Kate to her credit started out quite strong, she knew she couldn't fidget in front of Reno, so she kept her legs together and still as she shook his hand. Kate glanced over at me, and gave me a look that said 'I'm up to your challenge Karl', with a strong streak of pride in her eyes. "I had no idea you were inviting a dinner guest Karl, it would have been nice if you had texted me that" said Kate after she shook Reno's hand. "Where were you thinking of going for dinner?" "Why Le Fuite of course, we both love that place and I'm sure Reno will as well. I already made reservations for us earlier in the day" I answered. Le Fuite was the fanciest restaurant in town with the most delicious food, but also with a strict dress code. They often had someone playing soothing music to entertain their guests, they had several small fountains inside as decorations to. More importantly though, they also had very slow service, me and Kate considered it quick when we were there were just an hour and a half. Because of the strict dress code at Le Fuite I had already changed into a suit and jacket. I had stopped at the hotel room Reno was saying at so he could switch into his own suit and jacket to. While Le Fuite strongly preferred women wear dresses instead of women's pants suits, we both knew they'd be fine with the pants suit Kate already had on. However we also both knew that the boots Kate had on, while fashionable, would never pass the dress code test. Le Fuite only let women wear high heels. "Pardon me then while I go change into more appropriate footwear boys" said Kate as she headed for our bedroom. I followed behind Kate just enough to be able to make sure that she really made a right turn into the bedroom, and not a left turn into the bathroom. Kate either heard or sensed me following her, because she stopped at the door to the bedroom, turned around, and gave me a look of fierce determination before entering our bedroom. I knew that look, it was Kate's way of silently saying she was too strong and prideful to give up so easily to my unexpected challenge. Once in the bedroom by herself Kate kicked off her fashionable boots and allowed herself to grip her crotch and squirm in desperation for a moment. Kate was so close to the toilet now, it was right across the bedroom door. Part of Kate was going out of her mind over being so desperate to piss for nearly 4 days already. But even so, Kate's pride wouldn't allow her to just give up in the face of my added challenge so easily. Even bending down sent shockwaves through Kate's bursting bladder. Kate moaned as she bent down to grab a pair of high heels from her closet, and she nearly lost her bladder's heavy load in the process. In her haste Kate didn't even look at what pair of high heels she had randomly grabbed, she just knew that she just had to sit down on the bed quickly, before the difficulty of bending down defeated her iron bladder. Kate prayed she had picked two high heels that were a pair as she half ran half hobbled back to the bed. It was only after sitting down on the bed and double crossing her legs in desperation that Kate looked at the pair of high heels she had selected. Kate shuddered as another jolt shot through her desperate bladder when she saw which pair she had chosen. Kate had randomly grabbed the worst pair of high heels imaginable in her current plight. She had grabbed her 6 inch stiletto heels without platforms. Kate wanted to scream at herself for being so stupid and not paying attention. Kate felt a renewed urgency in half of her brain to rush to the toilet and finally piss a huge gusher at long last. And yet the too prideful and too daring part of Kate's brain told her she could handle any pair of high heels no matter the added difficulty. Kate felt possessed by the daring part of her brain, as her pride won out over taking the easy way out. Kate slipped the 6 inch stiletto heels on, even though she knew what hellish torture they'd be on a bladder that hadn't peed in nearly 4 days. Kate took several deep breathes as she tried to calm the spasming in her bladder down a bit, before she finally stood up again. Kate felt like a bomb had gone off in between her legs as her bladder muscles down there complained fiercely about the high heels. Kate grit her teeth and gave her desperate pussy one last grab with both hands before she made herself calmly walk past the bathroom and back towards me and Reno at the front door. If it had been just me and Kate then my jaw would have surely dropped when I realized that Kate had chosen her tallest and most painful to walk in high heels. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine Kate would willingly torture her own bladder so much when I sprung my plans for a long evening out on her. Kate gave me a stubborn look of pride, as if saying 'look how strong and daring of a wife you have Karl'. Me and Kate both noted that Reno revealed a big grin as he saw how sexy Kate looked in her high heels. With that Kate led the way out the front door, still projecting a calm demeanor and maintaining her composure even in her stiletto heels. Since I knew how desperate Kate already was and how bad her driving would obviously be I of course volunteered to drive. Kate offered to let Reno sit up front, but he refused, saying "the lady should sit up front with her husband". So Kate sat in the front passenger seat next to me, while Reno sat behind me. Kate was no doubt extremely tempted to grip her pussy in desperation as she sat to me, but with Reno in the car she simply couldn't, she had to maintain her composure. So my prideful Kate had to settle for constantly readjusting her legs every other minute, and resting a hand over her crotch without actually gripping it. I had little doubt from Kate's tense body language that the pressure her tight clothing was still applying to her rock hard bladder bulge had only gotten much more unbearable for her since she had left for work. But still, Kate gripped down her bladder's iron sphincter muscles and continued to hold on despite the unbearable pressure her bursting bladder was under. Kate already knew it was too late to back out now, by leaving home unrelieved again she had committed herself to holding on until we got back home. Kate had no choice but to put on a happy face for Reno and be a strong wife who could always wait just a little longer whenever necessary. We arrived at Le Fuite shortly after 6:30 PM. Usually we had to stand in line and wait at least 10 minutes just to get in Le Fuite. Today however we were quickly taken back to a private booth, which was surely a relief to Kate, especially in her high heels. I'm not sure how Kate would have ever been able to handle standing in a line for 10 minutes while desperately attempting to maintain her composure. Me and Kate sat together on one side of the booth, with me on the aisle seat, while Reno sat on the other side of the booth by himself. But Kate hadn't completely lucked out with where we were sat down. One of the small fountains at Le Fuite was nearby, clearly visible if we looked in the direction of the aisle. The noise of its flowing water was also loud enough for us to hear it quite clearly from our booth even when we talked. While Kate tried to hide it, I caught her grimacing in displeasure at the seating location. No doubt the constant sound of running water was the last noise Kate wanted to hear when she was so near going 4 whole days without a leak. And on top of all that, though Reno tried to hide it, it was clear he was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of my sexy Kate. I couldn't say I blamed him, but all his attention made it even more important for Kate to not fidget around obviously in desperation. Reno wouldn't remain clueless forever of her plight if she constantly squirmed around in her seat like she desperately wanted to. Because the restaurant knew us well enough, they quickly provided me and Kate each with a pitcher of water when we both ordered water to drink. They knew it was easier to do that then constantly refill our glasses. We also ordered our meals at the same time. Kate was extra thirsty after not grabbing a bottle of water for the ride home like she usually did. So Kate bravely downed a glass of water in just a few minutes, and bravely poured herself a second glass despite her bursting bladder's urgent complaints, and the sounds of running water nearby. The three of us continued to talk for a while, with Reno still keeping his eyes on Kate a majority of the time. While I wasn't told I was supposed to be talking about business while out to dinner with Reno, a lot of our talking ended up focusing on the subject. Kate played her part in those discussions, using her feminine charm and good looks to keep Reno happy. By the time the clock hit 7 PM Kate had downed 3 glasses of water since entering Le Fuite. In the back of her desperate mind Kate knew she was in trouble if she kept drinking like this. By her count she had already downed over 3 gallons of water and coffee today, and the night was still young. Me and Reno on the other hand had drank 2 glasses each during the same period. While I was of course still fine due to building up a stronger bladder over the years thanks to Kate's encouragement, Reno wasn't. "I think that running water is working wonders on my bladder" said Reno, referring to the nearby fountain. "I will be back after a visit to the restrooms, do either of you need to join me?". The clear answer for Kate was obviously hell yes after she had just reaching the 94 hours without a piss mark. Thanks to the constant sound of running water in the background Kate felt close to being on the verge of involuntarily letting out a huge spurt of piss in between her legs. But for the sake of her pride Kate of course had to lie, had to keep playing the strong wife, and had to keep holding it, as she told Reno "not at all, don't worry we'll save your seat". With Reno gone, me and Kate could finally get some alone time to verbally communicate in whispers. "I guess it's only karma that you sprung this hellish dinner on your strong wife after her cruel negotiation tactics earlier today" Kate told me in a lusty voice. Kate gave me a quick explanation of her negotiation with Courtney, and how she tried to keep Courtney from taking a much needed bathroom break after Courtney drank a lot of water and clearly needed a piss. Kate even included the part where she saw Courtney forced to resort to squatting between two parked cars to piss at the end of the day after Kate suggested she not to use the ladies room on the way out. If I didn't have a hard on already from watching Kate gripping her crotch and squirming while Reno was away, Kate's story about Courtney definitely gave me one. "I never knew you had it in you to be so cruel Kate" I said in a mock scolding voice. "Let's just say karma has prepared more than just a long dinner in high heels to punish my naughty but strong wife". My confession that I had more than just a long dinner planned before we got home didn't sit well with Kate's bursting bladder. Kate grit her teeth and rocked around her seat as both her hands shot to her crotch again to help fight off another wave of desperation. "Oh god" moaned Kate as she fought off her desperation, and dropped the pretense of being the strong wife who can always wait longer. "Karl I just want to get home so I can show off my rock hard bladder still holding strong to you, and you know what we'll do then". I smiled at Kate, the fact that she had dropped the pretense of being the strong wife who could always hold it as long as necessary told me just how desperate she really was. I however wasn't done pretending she was. "Well in order to do that you'll need to keep on holding it in for now Kate. You've held it back for 94 hours already, but surely you can still wait until we're back home, however long away that may be" I whispered back to her. "I know my wife loves to say she's a strong woman who can always wait if she has to". Kate simply grit her teeth and nodded as her bladder began to settle down a bit. Shortly after that Reno came back from the restroom, and we resumed talking. As before Reno kept taking a lot of glances at my lovely Kate, and Kate was forced to control herself and maintain her composure instead of squirming around and gripping her crotch. Eventually our food finally arrived, and our pitchers of waters got refilled. By 8 PM we were finally done our meal, and Kate had drank another 3 glasses of water, for a total of 6 since she entered Le Fuite. I had downed a few more glasses myself, and Reno had downed another glass to. At that point I decided it was time to reveal to Kate the next part of our evening that I had hinted to her earlier. I had been told to make sure that Reno had a good time tonight and would be in a good mood tomorrow. Well, I knew after talking with Reno yesterday on the phone just where he'd want to go next. And I knew having Kate with us, already in her best and most sexy pants suit outfit and stiletto heels would only make him want to go there more. "Shall we head off to that nightclub Charco De Orina I told you about then Reno?" I asked. My eyes glanced to my side at Kate while I said this, and saw her grit her teeth when she realized what that met. It met she'd almost certainly have to dance on her stiletto high heels with both of us. Reno however continued to notice nothing of Kate's plight as he answered "certainly Karl, this night club thing you told me about earlier sounds like fun. I enjoy dancing very much". As we began to get up to leave our table, Kate slid herself over to the aisle, and carefully stood up slowly in her stiletto heels to try to avoid sending any shockwaves throughout her bursting bladder. Reno thought Kate's hesitation was for a different reason, as he asked if she needed help keeping herself steady as she walked on her stiletto heels. Kate blushed as she realized Reno had noticed how unusual her movements were, but decided to go with it as she gratefully accepted his hand. She gripped one of my hands with her other arm as we walked out to the car together. By the time we got outside and headed to the car I thought Kate looked visibly relieved, no doubt from the sounds of Le Fuite's running water being behind her now. The drive to Charco De Orina took less than 10 minutes. Like before Kate sat in the front passenger seat, and she had no choice but to maintain her composure and avoid squirming in desperation. Kate crossed her legs in what she hoped would pass to Reno for a normal position, and made a great effort not to keep readjusting her legs like a desperate woman would do. When we got to Charco De Orina we got in right away, and fortunately for Kate there were actually a few tables still available, so we got to sit down. Reno suggested we dance first, but Kate insisted we sit down and start off with a beer first. I smiled at Kate's suggestion, and ordered each of us a large glass of beer (20 ounces/568 ML), and we drank and talked for a time. Kate had obviously wanted to put off the dancing for a bit due to her stiletto heels and full bladder, but she couldn't put it off forever. By 8:30 PM when we had all finished our glass of beer I nudged Kate and gave her a look that she knew met it was time to offer to dance with us. Kate obviously really didn't want to with her bursting bladder so very full, but knew that as a supportive wife and co-hostess she needed to do her part to make sure Reno had a good time tonight. "I'm ready to show you the joys of dancing in an American nightclub Reno, if my husband won't mind" said Kate as she steeled herself for her most difficult challenge of the night. I nodded and gave my consent of course. Kate nearly grit her teeth as she rested both hands on the table and stood up. Kate felt a jolt hit her aching bladder. But Kate was desperate to avoid showing any signs of weakness to me, and to not give Reno anymore hints of the dire state of her nearly overflowing bladder. So Kate simply ordered her iron bladder's sphincter muscles to grip down harder as she walked to the dance floor. The next half hour was extremely difficult for Kate, who had to not only keep her bladder's dam shut, but not make it obvious to everyone she was so desperate to piss that she was nearly losing it. Kate's tight clothing, already pressing down hard on her rock hard bladder bulge, only seemed to press into her even more as she danced around. The added pressure her tight clothing was applying to her bladder was immense. And yet Kate had no option but to bear it and keep on dancing, unless she cared to admit the truth to Reno. All the constant moving around when dancing was also of course not welcome to Kate's bursting bladder either. Kate wanted to keep her legs close together and wished she could leave both hands permanently gripping her crotch, but of course she couldn't do that, especially when she was dancing. And since Kate was desperately trying to hide her desperation, especially from Reno, Kate had to be extra careful to not dance so horribly that her 'major distraction' in between her legs would be obvious to him. And of course Kate still had to keep her bladder under control and her flood contained within, despite all the added pressure everything else was putting on it. Even though Kate had never ever been a fan of wearing dresses or skirts, Kate found herself wishing she had worn a long dress instead of her tight pants suit while she danced. A dress wouldn't have been tight around her rock hard bladder bulge. A dress would also have given Kate a lot more freedom to cross and squirm her legs around without Reno or anyone else knowing. Despite that massive difficulty, Kate somehow managed to survive 20 minutes of dancing with Reno without Reno being any wiser to her plight. At that point I took over for Reno and Reno sat back down at the table. This gave Kate a bit more freedom to mess up in her dancing and squirm subtly, but not much more with Reno watching us. As we danced I asked Kate in whispers how she was coping with her bursting bladder. Kate starred into my eyes as we slow danced together, as if pondering what approach to take with her answer. Finally she settled for the strong wife approach. "How do you think it feels Karl" Kate whispered back in a sexy tone. "Your strong wife is just a few minutes away from lasting 96 hours without leaking a drop. That's 4 full days of me not having any relief Karl". Kate reached a hand down to my groin to feel my hard on forming, and smiled as we continued to dance. "My pussy wants to explode and let Niagara falls out in between my legs" Kate added. "I need to pee so very badly, and yet I'm still somehow able to just barely hang on, for now. But I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be able to keep holding the flood back". When the clock hit 9 PM a few minutes later, officially 4 whole days since Kate had last pissed as she said, we returned to our seats. Kate's body language quickly got much more relaxed and less tense the moment she sat down. I watched Kate cross her legs behind the table, and give me a wink to say that she felt a lot better now sitting down. Kate was so relieved to be sitting down that she even smiled when I suggest we order more drinks. As the driver I didn't have any more alcohol, just some water. Kate however downed 3 more glasses of beer with Reno the next hour. Kate always did enjoy drinking alcohol at the nightclubs and bars. If Kate hadn't built up such a tolerance to alcohol in the past she'd have been pretty drunk by now, instead of only modestly drunk. Still, I knew Kate was drunk enough to have a hard time walking on her stiletto heels without risking falling down. So when we headed to the car at 10 PM I put one arm underneath Kate's shoulder to help steady her whenever she had trouble with her stiletto heels. We made a 10 minute drive to Reno's hotel to drop him off after the nightclub. The second Reno disappeared through the front door Kate immediately went into full desperation mode, gripping her crotch with both hands and crossing her legs. She even sat on one of her stiletto heels as she squirmed around in her seat. "Home now, and hurry, I haven't peed in the last 97 hours" Kate hissed at me. "It's long past time I got a crack at that pisser after you got your third piss more than 8 hours ago". I smiled and replied "don't worry Kate, I'll take the expressway, we'll be home in no time" as I drove away from the hotel. Unfortunately for Kate I still had another trick up my sleeve to delay Kate's return home and her much needed trip to the toilet. The best part was I could do it without Kate even realizing I was doing it on purpose. Kate didn't know this part of town well, and she hadn't been checking up on traffic reports the last few days. Plus since she was drunk from all the beer she had drank Kate was less likely to put two and two together and get suspicious. Kate was relieved when I went over 15 miles over the speed limit on the expressway. But her relief was shorted lived when after about 5 minutes of driving traffic suddenly slowed to a crawl and backed up endlessly. "Oh fuck fuck fuck!" moaned Kate angrily as she looked at the line of traffic barely crawling more than 5 miles an hour ahead. "Why is this happening Karl? The roads should be nearly deserted at this late hour". I knew exactly why it was happening. Work was being done on the road at night when not many people were travelling. Chances were they were forcing everyone to merge into one lane and get off at the same exit. But I didn't tell Kate that, instead I played dumb. "I don't know Kate, maybe someone got into a really bad accident or something? That's usually the cause of traffic suddenly slowing to a crawl on the expressway". Kate moaned as she continued to squirm around desperately in her seat gripping her crotch. "Damn it Karl, take the first exit you can, I don't care where it goes, just get me home already" Kate urged. I had no doubt that it wasn't just Kate's bursting bladder but also the alcohol that was helping to wear down her patience. Unfortunately for Kate, I had no control over the traffic no matter what she urged me to do. Our GPS wasn't any help either when we were crawling along at 5 miles an hour with no exit available to get off on. My suspicions about us being forced off at an exit turned out to be correct, though it took us close to a half an hour to get off the expressway. And then of course the back roads were a lot more crowded despite the late hour, so it took us longer then it should have on the back roads to get home. All through the drive home Kate could have made things a bit easier on herself if she wanted to. Kate could have unbuckled her tight belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped her tight pants. While it wouldn't have gotten her to the toilet any quicker, it would relieved a lot of surely unbearable pressure pressing against her rock hard bladder bulge. It would have allowed her rock hard bladder bulge to expand some more like it badly wanted to, but couldn't thanks to Kate's tight clothing. But of course my strong and prideful Kate never even reached for her belt buckle to undo it, nor would she have if she was sober and had drank some water over alcohol at the nightclub. Even in her most desperate situation ever, Kate's pride prevented her from doing the obvious to make things a bit easier on herself. Kate knew I'd see it as a major sign of weakness if she did such a thing, and that would have made it a big blow to her pride about her 'unbreakable' iron bladder she always bragged about. Despite this added difficulty, Kate managed to make it home still dry just as the clock hit 11 PM, 98 hours since Kate had last taken a piss. Kate seemed reenergized by being home and so close to the toilet now. She reached into her purse and pulled out the key to the front door while I was parking the car. Then she got out of the car surprisingly quick in her stiletto heels and hurried to the front door ahead of me. Kate didn't even give me the option to unlock the door for her, even as she fumbled desperately with the lock and had some trouble opening it. I heard Kate whispering "come on come on lock I gotta pee" to herself under her breath as she squirmed her legs around desperately. But finally Kate managed to unlock the front door, she quickly hobbled inside on her stiletto heels. I closed and locked the front door behind me, and watched Kate lean her back against the wall and lift her legs one at a time so that she could remove the painful stiletto heels from her feet. Kate breathed a sigh of relief as she dropped the second stiletto heel to the ground. Now that she was able to walk much faster and easier without the 6 inch stiletto heels on Kate hurried to the bathroom, with me following close behind. I heard Kate's fingers eagerly working on removing belt as she walked. Once outside the bathroom door however Kate groaned and turned around, desperately gripping with her crotch with both hands. "I can't get it off Karl" Kate moaned in a slightly slurred voice. "It's so tight, it hurts so bad, but it's stuck, and it's making me have to pee a lot worse". "What's wrong Kate, what's stuck" I asked. "The belt buckle, it won't come off" Kate moaned. "I tried, but it's on so tight that I can't get to the button to open it. You have to help me Karl, I can't open it when I'm drunk like this". I got down on my knees in front of Kate and took a closer look at Kate's belt, and quickly saw the problem. The button to unsnap the belt buckle was located on the back side of the buckle, which was rubbing hard against Kate's body thanks to her rock hard bladder bulge. When I tried to reach my fingers back to open the belt Kate wasn't amused. "Oh god! Stop! What are you trying to do make me piss myself in my best clothing" Kate moaned as she doubled down in desperation gripping her crotch with both hands. Clearly I had sent some major jolts of desperation through her bladder with my attempts to unlock the belt. "Kate I've got to press in hard down there to get at the latch to open the belt" I explained. "The only other option is to ruin the belt by cutting it off". "No, that belt cost way too much, you can't destroy it" Kate moaned. "Alright, give me a minute to get ready first". Kate sat herself down on the floor, gripping her crotch with both hands, and she squirmed her legs around and took a few deep breaths. After a few minutes Kate finally said "ok, I think I'm ready Karl". I didn't give Kate a chance to change her mind, I reached down to her belt right away and pushed hard to get one of my fingers behind the belt buckle. Kate moaned in desperation, and then pleasure as I snapped the buckle open, and pulled the belt off Kate's outfit. Still sitting on the floor squirming around desperately, Kate quickly got to work unbuttoning her pants, and pulling the zipper all the way down. "Oh it feels so good to not have that pressure against my rock hard bladder bulge anymore Karl" moaned Kate as she kicked her pants off and removed her jacket. Kate soon had her shirt unbuttoned and off to, leaving her in just her bra and panties. Me and Kate both looked down at Kate's enormous bladder bulge in astonishment. No longer hidden behind her clothing or prevented from expanding, Kate's bladder bulged out over 4 inches now. Kate looked up at my astonished face and smiled at me in pride. "I told you I could hold it no matter how bad it got" Kate said with pride. "I think I've had over 4 gallons of water and other drinks today" Kate confessed in pride, "I thought I'd be able to pee when I got home from work, so I wasn't as hesitant to drink as I normally would when I'm this full already". I smiled back at Kate, "you sure did Kate, I didn't think you could do it when I arranged an evening with Reno. I'm proud of you". As if suddenly remembering what she had been trying to do Kate stood up carefully, still gripping her crotch. "The toilet, I gotta use the toilet" moaned Kate as she started to hobble the last few steps to the bathroom. Just as Kate got inside the doorway to the bathroom I wrapped my arms around her from behind and stopped her in her tracks. "You know we can't let that rock hard bladder bulge of yours go to waste now Kate" I whispered in her ears. Kate moaned, her eyes locked on the much needed white toilet bowl just 6 feet in front of her. It was just waiting for her so much and so long needed relief after over 98 hours of holding it. But the prideful part of Kate's mind knew I was right as she allowed me to half walk and half drag her away from the bathroom, and into our bedroom just a few feet across from it. As I seated Kate on the bed and quickly began to undress Kate pleaded with me "please hurry Karl, I really can't wait much longer. I've never held it this long before". Soon me and Kate were both naked and all over each other. We were both heavily turned on by Kate's extremely full bladder. Like last night I gently rubbed Kate's rock hard bursting bladder bulge from time to time during sex to feel just how full it was. Kate's bladder bulge was much harder and thicker than last night, and even rubbing a finger up against it caused Kate to moan and beg me to stop. I kept whispering words of encouragement to Kate and praise that she was still able to keep her iron bladder's dam shut for so long during our sex. From time to time Kate kept on involuntarily shuddering and squirming around as our sex sent more waves of desperation through her bursting bladder. Yet Kate was somehow still able to keep just barely holding on and not spring a leak. Even though Kate had asked for me to make it quick, our sex dragged out for so long that it was nearly 12 AM midnight by the time we were finally done, 99 hours since Kate had peed. Kate nearly lost it at the end when I finally brought her to an orgasm, which triggered a much fiercer need to piss then before. Kate clawed madly at her crotch, trying anything she could to keep the massive loads of piss inside her while she screamed in pleasure. When we finally finished Kate was somehow still just barely holding on. But Kate was so desperate after the extra strain our sex had put on her bladder that she couldn't even get up. She curled up with both her hands in a death grip over her pussy, and her almost triple crossed legs quivered fiercely as she rocked around in bed. "I've gotta pee so badly, but if I move to get to the toilet I'll spring a gusher" Kate told me through her gritted teeth in a still slightly slurred voice from the alcohol. I knew from the past that Kate would feel in control enough to rush to the toilet in a moment. So while I comforted her I decided to see if I could finally fulfill one more of my fantasies tonight while Kate was less inhibited from the alcohol. "You know what would be even hotter than going for 99 hours without a piss Kate? Which would also help us conserve a bit more water" I asked her. "I'm not holding it for another hour to reach 100 hours" moaned Kate as she forgot her pride, "my bladder is maxed out Karl". "I didn't mean that Kate" I replied, "I was talking about trying out the urinal just once". Kate rolled over to the edge of the bed as she answered "you know us girls can't do that without making a big mess. And I have a lot of piss in here to make a huge mess tonight if I tried". Kate grit her teeth, clearly readying herself to stand up and make a mad dash to the toilet. "But Kate, when won't you have a lot of piss in there to make a huge mess the few times you pee every week?" I countered. "Don't worry, I can clean up any mess you make while you rest" I offered. "All you need to do is just try it out for once". "I don't think that's happening" Kate replied in a slightly slurred voice as she sat up in bed, still squirming her legs around like mad. Kate wasted little time from there in getting up from the bed and hobbling into the bathroom while keeping both her hands in a tight death grip over her pussy. I followed after Kate, as she hurried into the bathroom. Kate didn't even notice that the toilet lid was down as she rushed to sit down right on top of it. "Kate don't pee, the lid is still down, you're sitting on it" I warned her, knowing what a huge mess that would make. Kate groaned as she clenched her pee hole muscles shut again after just starting to relax for a fraction of a second. "Damn it, why'd I have to close the toilet lid yesterday " moaned Kate. Kate stood up and nearly doubled over as she squirmed like mad in front of the toilet. All Kate had to do was remove a hand from her pussy for a moment to lift the toilet lid. But even that minor task seemed too daunting to Kate's bursting bladder, which was just moments away from involuntarily wetting a gusher down her legs. Kate turned around to look at me, pleading for me with her eyes to lift the toilet lid for her. "Please Karl" she said. In a split second decision, I decided to stay put where I was. "You can do it Kate, you're almost there. You don't need my help, you're too prideful to ask for help or take the easy way out for your iron bladder remember" I told her. Then after 99 hours of desperately waiting to use the toilet, Kate's pride finally bent, no doubt fueled in part by the alcohol she had drank. Kate saw I wasn't going to help her by lifting the toilet lid, so she moaned loudly, and ran the couple of steps to the urinal! I got another hard as I watched Kate frantically trying to figure out how she was supposed to use it without a penis to grab and aim. After a few seconds of hesitating in front of the urinal Kate lifted her left leg up and propped it up on the side of the urinal. Kate tried to lean the rest of her body against the wall to get her pussy lips as far into the urinal as possible. And then finally Kate allowed her bladder to open the flood gates for the first time in 99 hours. Kate moaned loudly, this time in pleasure, as a huge torrent of piss gushed out of her exhausted and tortured bladder. Some of her piss inevitably splattered off the urinal walls and onto Kate's legs or the floor. And some of Kate's piss inevitably missed the urinal completely, but the vast majority of it stayed in the urinal. The minutes ticked by as Kate continued to piss her absolute gusher. The longer she peed, the bigger the smile on Kate's face got as her bladder got closer to being fully empty. After almost 10 minutes of peeing Kate's massive torrent finally started to die down. When her piss slowed to a trickle most of it ran down her right leg, but the look of joy on Kate's face as her bladder finished emptying told me that Kate didn't even care about the piss that ran down her legs. "So what did you think of using the urinal" I asked Kate as she took her left leg off the urinal. Kate smiled at me, "It was a horribly impractical position to pee in Karl, but at least it was fun to try once while I was still drunk. I think I'll definitely be sticking to sitting on a toilet to pee like ladies are met to." Kate pointed at the puddle of piss on the floor and her legs soaked with urine as she added "sitting on a toilet to pee is much less messy then this". Kate ended up deciding to take a long shower to clean herself off after all the piss that ran down her legs. I soon joined her in it after cleaning up the puddles of piss Kate had left on the floor using the urinal. As I went to sleep that night I smiled at how successful my plan had been. I had little doubt that Kate would stick to peeing in the white toilet bowl over the urinal. That was fine by me, since Kate still had to abide by our rules of only using the white toilet bowl once for every 3 times I used the urinal. I was just glad I had finally gotten to see Kate use the urinal just once after we had it installed several years ago. ====== And that's the story.
This is probably a little long winded, and I may or may not continue it, not sure how it will be received especially since I'm new here.  I signed up a year ago, but mostly just lurked around trying to get a feel.  I'm still a little worried, so I'm sorry if you don't like this story.  I just thought I'd try to see what happened. Contemplating the Solution            Miho Watanabe stood in the small bathroom of her apartment thinking to herself about what she was about to do.  She remembered clearly why she had decided to do this, and why she had promised her private English teacher that she would do this, but still, she had reservations about doing this on purpose.            She looked at the toilet and down at her pajama sweat bottoms that were a dark purple in color.  They were her favorite pajamas, but they had suffered the same fate several times before; though this was the first time she was going to do this on purpose.            The very short girl with black straight hair cut to the frame of her face, dark brown eyes, and a roundish still somewhat child-like face stared back to the toilet.  Her black undershirt was long sleeved to keep her warm in the late spring evening.  Was she really going to do this on purpose?            The girl looked over at the mirror and blushed as she saw herself contemplating what she was about to do.  Once she decided on this, then there was likely no going back, and yet, this plan was to help her in the long run.  It was going to help her not make a fool of herself in front of her classmates in classes or in public.  She shook a little bit at the mischief that she was thinking. Almost Four Months ago            Miho remembered the first instance that caused all this trouble, and so, this solution that her Private English had presented to her, and that she agreed to go through with.  Though she should have actually done this nearly two weeks before for the first time on purpose, she had just not gotten the nerve just yet, but next week, her classes were starting, and the last thing she needed, was to have an accident in class in front of everyone!            That first instance had been such a shock for Miho, and she remembered the look on the teacher’s face.  He wasn’t really mad, but he wasn’t smiling.  He was just staring at her when it was discovered, as though in complete disbelief.  He had had her stand up….            It was the third lesson she had met her teacher, when it happened.  Already, in two lessons, he had taught her in a way that her other English teachers had not taught, and his way made so much sense to her, that she actually understood the infinitive much better than she had before.  It was because of his style of teaching and his seeming complete understanding of how the Japanese language differed from the English language that he was able to not only teach her the correct way of thinking about infinitives, but also the reason for the Japanese interpretation and how while in grammar it seemed very different, how easy it could be, and how in reality, it meant completely the same as her teachers taught her.            He worked on her pronunciation as well, and he made sure she was able to say some very common phrases before moving on to the meat of the lesson, the main grammar point.  Miho loved his style, and he was very patient with her and always knew just how to encourage her when she was on a roll, and he avoided embarrassing her too much when her mistake was even obvious to a younger person.            Now, as the teacher had moved on past the phrases and the pronunciation on this day, and started the meat of the lesson, about 45 minutes into the 90 minute lesson, she felt a bit of warmth under her though her bladder had given her no signal at all, and she still had not really felt wet, as it were, just a bit more warm than usual.            She squirmed a bit as he continued to teach her the lesson.  It felt a little weird under her, but soon, she was entranced in his lesson again, and she ignored the warmth that soon cooled and she felt comfortable again.             Several minutes later, more warmth was felt under her bottom.  She put her left hand down by her crotch, but it was completely dry and normal feeling, so she lifted her hand and continued to write while he taught.            Miho scooted in her seat a bit to get comfortable again, and the warmth seemed to go away.  Maybe she was sweating a bit because he had the heater on full blast because of how cold it had been out due to it being January.            She continued taking notes as she got more comfortable, but as the teacher walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder as he watched what she was writing over her shoulder checking her work, she felt a heavier warmth under her bottom and suddenly, she lifted up a bit and sat back down squirming at the sudden discomfort.  However, when she lifted up, it seemed to have attracted his attention, and he pushed her lightly on the top of her back and whispered.            “Stand up, honey.”            She did so.            Miho looked back at him as he seemed to be staring in shock at her pants and the chair.  She looked around at the chair and saw some liquid in the seat around where she had been sitting.  He was shaking as though in complete loss of what to do as he reached for her left arm and made her feel the back of her pants which were soaked around the butt and under her towards her crotch.            Did she just pee her pants?            “You peed your pants,” the teacher said her thoughts aloud.  “Why?”            Miho gulped.  She didn’t know what to say or think.  She had not felt her bladder send any signals at all, and she had not felt the spraying of her privates into her panties, but obviously, her pants were wet in just the right places, that it had to be pee.  She looked back at him wanting to say maybe she sat in something.  Maybe the chair was already wet or something.            The teacher brought her hand up to his nose and he sniffed it and then he put her hand towards her own nose and she smelled.  No, it smelled of pee, definitely.            “Why didn’t you ask me to go?” he asked her again although not raising his voice or acting mad in anyway.            “I didn’t feel anything.  I don’t know when it happened.”            He shook his head and frowned at her.  “You didn’t feel yourself peeing?” he asked her.            She shook her head no.            Tears were coming to her dark eyes causing them to cloud over so that she didn’t quite see his face so clearly.  Her ears burned and her face felt like it was on fire.  She shook as she stood there, wearing wet overalls, waiting for him to start telling her off for acting like a little kid.            “It’s okay,” he told her finally.  “But I need to ask you some personal questions, honey.  Have you been wetting the bed or wet your pants any other time?”            Miho shook her head her red face burning more purple red than before that he had to ask her such a question.            “Well, I’m just asking because if this is not a medical problem, and not something you have done before, then I must ask if you think I’m scary.”            “Scary?” she asked feeling her breathing starting to calm a bit.  “You don’t scary to me.”            “Well, sometimes, people wet themselves if they feel trapped or scared.  I thought by teaching you how to ask to take a break from the first lesson, you would know it was okay to use the bathroom during class.”            “I promise, I know I can go bathroom during class,” Miho said softly.            “Well, if I don’t scare your or make you nervous…,” he looked at her again for an answer to which she shook her head.            “Well, I know really young children, though I don’t expect it in older girls especially adults, but really young children might be so interested in something fun, that they might not realize they have to use the bathroom so badly, and ignore it, causing them to wet their pants.  While that would make me really happy that you liked my lesson that much, it would also make me concerned that you can’t seem to realize you have to use the bathroom so badly.  It might mean you have something mentally or physically wrong, honey.”            Miho nodded.  “I don’t have a problem such as that.  I promise.  I just don’t feel it even I want to pee or feel it come out until I am wet.  I promise.”            He sighed and nodded.  He could see that her eyes were starting to water a little bit more and that it was now spilling down her cheeks as she started to cry.  He pulled her towards another chair and he sat down and wrapped his arms around her so his hands rested on her wet bottom and he smiled up at her.            “It’s okay, honey.  You don’t need to cry.  It was just an accident, honey.”            Miho felt like never coming back to the English lesson ever again after this.  It was so embarrassing to wet in front of him especially because she also had a bit of a crush on him.  She didn’t fight him though as he pulled her closer to him and she eventually found herself in his lap as he talked quietly to her.            “It’s okay, sweetie.  It’s okay.  It was just a mistake kind of like if you said two plus two is five.  It was a mistake, and we need to correct the mistake if you don’t know it was bad to pee, but you already know that, don’t you?”            Miho nodded.            “So, really, all there is to do, is comfort you because you are obviously scared and embarrassed.  And there is the problem of you going home like this, honey.”            She nodded.  If she went outside the way she was right now, and rode her bike home, everyone would see that she was wet.            The teacher cradled her in his arms and leaned her head against his chest for a minute.            “Just let me take care of you the best I can, okay?”            Miho nodded.            He rocked her a bit and felt a hand under her bottom again.  “You’re pretty wet,” he told her.  “I don’t really want you to go home looking like you pee your pants because people are going to notice, honey.”            Miho also didn’t want to go home like that.  What would she tell her dad if he saw her peed in pants?            “I know the lesson is almost over,” the teacher said looking up at the clock there being only about fifteen minutes of class left now.  “But if you go out like this, someone will see you when you pass a lit area, and they will know you peed.  Do you want your neighbors or possibly a friend to catch you on the way home in soaked pants?”            Miho shook her head.            “Me neither, honey.  So how about you stay here a little longer to give your pants a chance to dry?”            Miho nodded.  That seemed like a good idea.            “I know you probably feel really bad and you are probably thinking you don’t want to ever come back here,” the teacher seemed to read her mind.  “But if you do that, your dad is going to want to know why, and I’ll have to tell him what you did.”            She looked down.            “Not only that, but it would be a shame to let a little mistake get in the way of you doing something you really like doing.  I mean, if you like learning English.”            “I do like to learn English.”            “I know there are other English schools,” he told her.  “But if you go to another English school, it is hard to tell how another teacher will react to an adult wetting her pants, right?”            Miho nodded.            “If you continue with our lessons, I will not think of this as being any bigger than a missed question, and as long as it never happens again, we don’t need to bring it up again, okay?”            Miho softly whispered.  “Thank you.”            The teacher rubbed her arm as he rocked her.  Then he put on the listening exercise, a short drama that was really funny, and he let her sit in his lap while they watched even though she was sure she was getting his pants wet from sitting in his lap.            Eventually, as the drama came to an end, he gently stood her up again, moved her around to bend over his knee, but like you would position a child to spank them, which made her worry for a moment, but then he seemed to put his hands on the butt of her overalls and pull them looking at her butt closely as though to judge.  He finished by feeling her butt and between her legs from behind her with his hand, and he then let her back up.            “You’re still pretty wet,” he told her.  “But your pants don’t really show it that badly now.  Your overalls are dark enough and with a coat on you, you should be able to hide the wetness until you get home.  But you should go straight to the bathroom as soon as you can, wash out your panties and overalls so your parents don’t know you wet yourself, but maybe since you rinsed them out, they will think you just had a girl period or something happen.”            Miho nodded and softly smiled as she quietly said ‘Thank you’ again.            “It’s okay,” the teacher pulled her back into a hug again before taking her hand and walking her to the entrance area to get her coat for her.  “Don’t stop at any convenience stores though even if you start to wet yourself again because in very strong light, it can still be noticed that you peed, okay?”            Miho nodded and promised to go straight home.  She was already more than half an hour late getting out of class anyway, so she wanted to get home so her mom didn’t worry too much about her anyway.             Just before she left out the door though, he grabbed her one last time, squatted down so he could hug her his hands touching her wet butt again, and he whispered gently into her ear.  “Are you coming next week, honey?”            “Yes, I promise.  I still come this class, but I feel a little scared because I pee pants.”            “It’s okay,” he told her.  “We’ll talk more about the wetting then if we need to, okay?”            Miho nodded, and she finally left the small apartment space where the English class was set up on the fifth floor of an eight floor apartment building.            That was the very first time she had wet her pants in her life as far as she could ever remember, and it was the start of her problems that now led her to face this solution. Back to Present Time            So the young eighteen year old girl looked back at the toilet contemplating what she was about to do.             It made sense just about a month ago when the English teacher had thought up the plan and had pitched it to her, and she had readily agreed to his whole plan for her college life.  She had even promised to do this much earlier than now, but only now, was she feeling brave enough to do this.            The plan was, since she was feeling really insecure, and he had reasoned that that fear coupled with the safe place that his school offered her to be safe from people that would judge her for wetting her pants, was that she needed to do this in a safe place on her own because she no longer had the leisure of going to his classes every Thursday evening to have accidents in her pants.            She could feel the pressure building in her bladder.  It was not meant to be on accident this time.  His reasoning for her doing it on purpose late at night in the privacy of her own apartment bathroom away from prying eyes, was that controlling her problem would be easier on her, and it would prevent her having a public humiliation problem.  There was a part B to the plan, of course, but this was the first step.  She felt her body shudder as she thought about what she was about to do, standing there in her sleeping sweats and black long sleeve undershirt.  She approached the toilet, and she sat down nervously without pulling her sweats down.  She waited a moment or two thinking about the pros and cons of this action.  She was unsure, scared, embarrassed, feeling naughty, and at the same time, felt like it was the only way to make sure she didn’t embarrass herself next Monday when her first classes at college would start.            She sat there for a long time, her bladder pulsing at her but not releasing due to the naughty and unnatural feeling of her pants still being pulled up as she sat there.            Her mind drifted again. The Problem becomes Realized            Miho was driven straight from school the second English lesson she had in January.  It was the first day back to school, so she had little time between school and getting to English due to the after school activities she was involved with at the time.             Miho had been involved with her class preparing for memories by posing for pictures that their homeroom teachers took of them in their former club activities, with the classes and with deciding the layout of their memory books.            While classes had gotten out at 4:00 on that Thursday, she and her classmates had been at school until 6:00 preparing pictures and designs for their memory books.  It had been nearly the same the whole week from Monday for January was the last full month that the students would be expected to go to high school thought they would have to come back on March first for their graduation ceremonies.            Miho had then been taken from her high school by her dad, and because it was pretty far from where she lived, she had to drive for nearly an hour to get to the English school.  That put her pulling up to the English school at seven though her class wasn’t due to start until 7:30.            As they were waiting in the car, she talked to her dad about what she and her friends were doing at school this last month.  Some of her classmates still had to take tests in February and even into March because there were two or three rounds of acceptance into colleges.  Miho thought she was rather lucky to be picked on the first round that was decided in December, but her father assured her that it was because she studied hard, and because she was going to an all English college and her English ability really was that good.  Still, just to put her nerves at ease, he had enrolled her temporarily in this private English class so she would feel confident when she went away to college.            The teacher gestured for her to sit down at her seat, and then he walked around to the whiteboard to give her some distance as he prepared to talk to her about what happened the last time as it seemed he felt like it needed an explanation for the two of them to continue.            “Honey, you aren’t scared of me, right?” he started.            “I promise, I don’t scared you.”            “And you haven’t wet your pants at home or in the last week at school, have you?”            “No, I promise, I don’t do that.”            “Then, I think there is one other thing it could be, but it might be hard for you to hear.”            Miho looked up at him as he went on to explain.            “You are very excited about going to college, aren’t you?”            Miho nodded.            “But you are probably a little worried about what is going to be different about college from high school, aren’t you?”            Miho shrugged.  Sure, she did expect it to be different, but she didn’t think it would be any different than the difference between junior high and high school.            “Well, I think you are either really nervous about college, and coming to this class reminds you of how you are going to have to grow up a bit more, or you might like my class so much, that you just didn’t feel it coming out until it was too late.  While that last would make me less worried about you and happier, I think it would be strange if that is why you peed your pants since most adults don’t let something like that happen to them.”            “I think…,” Miho hesitated unsure how to say what she wanted to say.            “Go on,” the teacher tried to encourage her as though he was thinking she was scared he wouldn’t accept her own explanation.            “Last week, I ride a bicycle to come here for more than forty minutes, and I worry to be late, so I ride it hard.  Then I get Seven Eleven near here, and I feel really hot and thirsty because I ride so hard.  So I go in and buy many water, and drink it a lot.  Then I come to class.  And I like the class too much to notice I must pee soon, so it came out because I drink too much?”            The teacher smiled and nodded.  “So you really think part of the reason is because you were concentrating too much on the lesson to notice you have to pee?”            Miho nodded.  “And I drink too much water.”            “Okay,” the teacher smiled and nodded at her.  “Well, if that is what it was, then we can just put it behind us, okay?”            And then they went on with the lesson, and she didn’t even pee her pants that day though he did make her change her pants from her skirt she had on to a pair of pink sweats he had gotten for her just in case.            “I want you to wear these just in case for today.  If you don’t wet your pants today, then next week, we won’t worry about making sure, okay?”            Miho nodded.            He took her to the bathroom, and let her go in and by herself and change out of her skirt and he also insisted, her pantyhose, to put on the pink sweats he had for her.            She did so, and then they went back to the classroom again to continue the lesson.            At the end of the lesson, she was still dry, so he wrapped a blanket around her, and though she felt embarrassed that he had gone through such trouble to help her, she couldn’t help but blush and say thank you when he insisted on her taking off her pink sweats right there in front of him though it was under a blanket that he held around her so it didn’t seem he was trying to see her panties.             Soon, she was redressed again in her pantyhose and skirt, and she was out the door.            That should have been the end of it as far as Miho was concerned.  She had definitely not wet her pants again, and as nice as the teacher was to her and thinking about everything she might need, she really trusted him.             The next week after staying late at school again working on the class memory book, Miho was driven to Seven Eleven by her father first to get a bit of a snack and something to drink, and she also used the bathroom to make sure there would be no problem in the English class.  Then they arrived at English about ten minutes before class was to start, and she started up the steps early and waited outside the door for the junior high school girl to come out.            The teacher smiled at his student, and welcomed her in.             Miho came in excitedly.  She really liked her private English teacher by now because not only was he really cool though she could never admit it aloud because of his age and everything, but he was also very considerate of her feelings, and he had accepted her own explanation the last week as though that was what it must have been.            They walked through the entrance way past the bathroom without a word from him about checking on her need to use the bathroom.  He let her sit down, though the only thing he did that was a little alarming, was he moved her skirt out from under her after making her stand up.  He didn’t want it tucked under her legs for some reason, which she thought was the decent way, but she was too shy and grateful of him to press the issue.  So she let him spread it out around her chair around her.            On this day, though on any other day, it wouldn’t have been important, there was one other thing that was going on with the girl that might have contributed to her next problem.  She had her monthly period, or rather, she was on the verge of finishing her monthly period, so while she didn’t have great pains or a lot of blood leaking, she still wore a sanitary napkin just in case some came out, and she also wore some ‘period’ panties as they were known to most girls her age, ones that were put on to keep the blood from leaking into her other clothes because the crotch was a bit thicker where it was needed.            These period panties were actually shared with her mother, her sister, and her aunt, so it was definitely important that she was wearing them when this lesson happened.            The girl had just settled and the teacher was starting a conversation with her starting the class as normal.  Miho had no idea of what was going on under her skirt and under her black nylon pantyhose as she enjoyed the lesson.             The lesson had moved on past the short conversation to the practice phrases and finally past the pronunciation.  All of that had taken forty minutes or so, and now, they were into the meat of the lesson.             Once again, the teacher made the lesson engaging having her practice saying responses as well as write them.  As they continued the lesson, at one point, he had her stand up and come to the whiteboard.  Still, the girl had no idea that anything strange was going on.  Sure, she felt a little damp down there, but she thought she was just leaking blood again.            The teacher had her write five correct sentences on the main whiteboard where he could correct it for her so she could clearly see the difference of the right answer and what she was thinking.  While she was writing, he suddenly moved a little closer to her as if to whisper in her ear, but he didn’t say anything.  She just felt his nose bump the top of her head, but he let her finish the sentences.  Then he let her start back to her seat, but before sitting down, he suddenly put his hand on her seat.            “Your seat is wet,” the teacher told her.            “Oh,” she said blushing.  “I don’t think it’s pee.  I think… just a minute.  May I check my dictionary?”            “Sure.”            Miho looked up the word, and then she looked up at him not sure which word she should use that he dictionary gave.  “I am menstruation.”  She felt like what she said wasn’t quite right for he have her a rather disgusted look, and then she said the next word.  “I have period?”            “Oh, are you saying this is from having a period?” he asked her.            Miho nodded.  “I think so.  Can I go bathroom and change my napkin?”            “Your napkin?” he asked.  “Do you mean your pad?”            Miho nodded assuming they were talking about the same thing.            “I don’t know, honey.  It doesn’t look red at all.  Are you sure you aren’t lying about wetting?”            “I don’t think I wet.  Please, I check it by myself in the bathroom.”            “If you are wet, and you lie to me, how can I help you?” her teacher asked.  “You shouldn’t lie to me about wetting your pants since it might mean other people will find out you wet.  Of course, if you don’t mind that, it’s okay, but I’m going to be a little mad if you lie to me.”            “I don’t lie.  I tell you if it doesn’t period.  I promise.”            The teacher sighed and nodded letting her go to the bathroom.            Miho went into the bathroom, and with a sigh, she pulled down her skirt and her nylon together along with her panties.  As she pulled down her nylons, she realized that it did feel a bit more wet than her period could possibly get her.  She felt her eyes water as she pulled down her hose and panties to find that her pad was kind of wet and yellowed and her back of her panties were soaked and yellow as well as her pantyhose.  She must have peed her pants again.            She shook her head and pulled up her panties, her pantyhose, and her skirt before coming out of the bathroom.  She walked over to the teacher who seemed to be waiting by the sink in the entrance way for her verdict.            “It doesn’t period,” she said rather softly and ashamed.  Her face was really red and her ears burned.            “So you wet your pants?” he asked her.            Miho nodded.            “This is everyday living English, honey.  Go ahead and say it.  I wet my pants,” he insisted of her.            “I wet my pants,” Miho repeated in a very soft quivering voice as she stood there shaking wondering what he was going to do to her for wetting her pants a second time in his classes.            The teacher took her by the hand and led her to the classroom again, he brought her to his chair and stood her in front of him, his hands going up under her skirt to rest on her wet pantyhose covered butt.  He felt her briefly before resting his hands on her hips.            “Are you an adult or a little girl?” the teacher asked her.            “What mean?” she asked not sure how he wanted her to answer that question.            “Well, if you are an adult, I have to treat you like one.  That means being a little bit upset that you peed yourself and telling you off for it, and possibly punishing you so you don’t ever do it again.  If you are a child, then you need to be comforted and taken care of.  I’d rather see you as a child because I really don’t want to tell an adult off for wetting her pants….”            “I… I don’t know,” Miho was not in a hurry to say she was a little kid, but at the same time, she really felt bad enough for wetting her pants and really didn’t want to be yelled at for it, too.            “It’s okay,” the teacher smiled at her.  “When did you turn eighteen, honey?”            “In December?”            “What day?”            “The twenty-third.”            “Then you really are new at being an adult, aren’t you?  And in Japan, you aren’t really considered an adult yet, are you?”            Miho nodded.            “How about I let you be a little girl to make this easier for both of us?” he asked her.  “If you are a little girl, then it’s okay to wet your pants, and I’ll just comfort you, take care of you, and get you changed so you don’t get sick, okay?”            Miho nodded.            “A little girl has to do what her teacher says though, right?”            Miho nodded.            “So no fighting me, and you do exactly as I say, okay?”            Miho nodded.            “Good girl.  Now, this is the second time this has happened.  Maybe we should tell your parents about it….”            “No!  Please!  It doesn’t that kind problem.  Please don’t say it.  I do anything you say, I promise.”            The teacher sighed and nodded.  He got to his feet gently nudging her back, and then he went to the closet and got out some clean panties and the clean pink sweats from the other lesson.  He went back to her, and he brought her closer to him pulling her by her wet bottom from under her skirt.            “If you are a child, then I need to change you,” he told her.  “Understand?”            “Can I do that in the bathroom?” she asked him.            “If you are an adult enough to do this yourself, then you need to be treated like an adult that has wet herself,” he said a little stern frown coming to his face.  “If that is the case, you will not be changed at all, and I will simply have to tell your dad you peed your pants in class and to have him pick you up right now.”            “No, please, don’t do that,” Miho said.            “Well, if you are a little girl, then you will do what your teacher says and let your teacher take care of you.  So are you a little girl or an adult?”            “I’m little girl,” she said blushing and smiling shyly.            “Good.  Now, I’m not going to hurt you, and I won’t see your privates if you do what I say, okay?”            “Okay,” she nodded as she finally let him grip her pantyhose and her panties at the hips and start to pull them down.  Just as he promised, his hands stayed away from her front only going around to her bottom when needed to move, and he got them down her legs and she lifted her feet holding his shoulder for support.            The teacher smiled up at her.            “See?” he had been looking at her eyes all the time though her skirt had been mostly covering her so she knew he had no chance to see her privates at all.  “Now, let’s get some panties on you, okay?”            Miho nodded and let him put the clean panties on her and he pulled them to her knees before he nodded at her.  “You can pull them the rest of the way up, honey.”            She did, and then he took off her skirt so all he saw was her panty covered waist and her school shirt covered her stomach and everything else.            “Good girl,” he said as he got the pink sweats ready for her.  “Now, these were bought for you because of this very problem, so go ahead and step in,” he told her which she did.  She smiled shyly and she muttered ‘thank you’ many times to him while he took care of changing her.             “You wet your pants really bad,” he told her.  “You’re lucky it’s me that you wet in front of and not someone who is a little stricter, honey.”            Miho already knew that, but she whispered ‘thank you’ again anyway.            He then pulled her into his lap.            “Honey, I really think this is more than just you drinking too much water or being excited by English.  Don’t you think so?”            “I don’t sick,” she said.            “No, honey.  If you were having a bladder or kidney problem… if you were sick, you would be wetting your pants at home and at school, too, honey.  No, I don’t think it’s that, either.”            She sat in his lap as he gently coaxed her into his lap.            “I think you are more worried about going to an all English speaking college than you realize.  I also know that last time, you said you are going to be staying by yourself and you will have to cook for yourself, clean your own laundry, and do everything on your own because you are going to another place far from your parents for school, right?”            Miho nodded.            “Well, maybe as that time gets closer, you are having a lot of worry and stress over it, and of course, you have very few places where you can be a child about it, right?  You can’t be a child at school, can you?  If they saw you pee your pants, you might be made fun of and the very least, you’d be humiliated, wouldn’t you?”            Miho nodded.            “You are too ashamed to act like a child in front of your parents because you want them to be proud of you, and if your little sister saw, then it would cause you to be ashamed, wouldn’t it?”            Miho nodded.  All of that was true.            “Well, you know I took care of you and helped you the first time.  I think the first time was really just an accident like you said, but I also think that when you started to think about how I didn’t get mad and you didn’t feel so bad wetting your pants in front of me, well, do you feel a little bit safe wetting your pants in front of me?”            “I… I feel embarrassed.”            “Of course you are embarrassed.  You are still eighteen years old, so of course you are embarrassed to wet your pants.  But are you scared that I’m going to hurt you or tell people that you pee yourself or make fun of you?”            Miho shook her head.            “You feel safe in front of me because you know I don’t want to hurt you, and you know that what you do in front of me is just between us unless I think you are really sick, right?”            Miho nodded.            “That’s probably why you were comfortable wetting your pants this time, honey.  You were hoping I’d be as nice as I was the first time, and you hoped I’d treat you like a child so you can relieve some of the stress that you can’t on a regular day.”            Miho smiled a little more as he explained this.            “I think I need to hold you a bit more and treat you a little more like a child.  Maybe if I show you that you are safe here, and that I’ll let you be a little girl in front of me, maybe the wetting will stop.”            Miho saw no problem with that plan.  Even if it didn’t stop her wetting herself, she would be no worse off, and she did feel a lot better after he hugged and held her whether she was wet or not.  She nodded.            The teacher kept her in his lap for a bit while he continued with the lesson periodically feeling her sweats on the bottom to see if she was wetting again or not.  She knew he was checking her, and his touch was not making her feel naughty at all.  It didn’t give her the same pleasure her boyfriend gave her either, so she was sure he was just treating her like a little kid and checking her, and that made her feel really warm in her heart and very safe in his arms.            After a little while, he finally let her sit back in the chair again.            Just as the clock said that it was time for the lesson to end, and he had finished his lesson with her, he guided her up and he felt under her pants again and in her crotch, but she was dry.  Once again, his touch didn’t rub her the wrong way or make her feel excited.  It just reminded her of being a really small girl and her mom sometimes worried that she had had an accident on a really long trip when she had been whining to use the bathroom, but she never did pee her pants.            He then hugged her and then he slid down her sweats exposing her dry panties he had put on her.            “Keep those panties on,” he told her.  “They are clean and your wet panties will likely make trouble for your privates.”            Miho nodded.            He then pulled up her skirt.  “There you are.”            “I need my nylon pantyhose,” she said.  “My dad will know if I don’t wear it.”            “Honey, they are still wet.”            “I know, but I have to wear it, or dad will know.  Please.”            “Okay,” he gave in after looking at her for several minutes.  “I guess it can’t be helped, but don’t sit on your skirt or you’ll get it wet, honey.  And you need to put something down between you and the seat or your car seat will get wet.”            “I can sit on my bag,” she said.            He nodded.            And then she was heading home after another hug in which she once again, rather shyly and embarrassed, thanked him for taking care of her. Back to Present Day Scene            Miho wished so much that her teacher was there right then to help her.  She felt like it would be so much easier to go through with her plan if he were there to comfort her and help her.  She so much craved for his tender voice, his gentle hands, and his comforting lap to hold her.  She felt her head giving way to lazy non-thinking buzzing.  This was so hard!            Miho sat on the toilet staring down at her still pulled up sleeping sweats trying to relax her bladder. The Plan starts to form            The last week of January, Miho had been absent from her private English class because she had had the flu.  No matter how sick she was with the flu, however, she had not wet herself neither in her sleep nor even from being so weak she didn’t want to move from the comfortable blankets around her in the living room watching television.  She always got herself to the bathroom, so it was definite that whatever was happening in English classes was not due to being sick or having her body act out of some bladder or kidney problem.            There was a very big worry on her mind on that Thursday though she had already missed the week at school because the doctor told her that she wouldn’t leave the house.  If the English teacher thought she was skipping class, he could call her dad and tell him what was going on in English.  She really hoped her teacher would understand her having the flu.            She held her stomach and she turned to see her dad come in from work.             “Dad?” she looked at him looking like a lost puppy.  “I have to go to English class today.”            “No,” he said sternly.  “Not like that you don’t.  I’ll go have a talk with your teacher and get you a makeup lesson, okay?”            Miho was nervous that that would give her teacher a chance to tell him what was going on, but when her dad came home later, he said nothing about her problems in English, so she assumed the teacher must have understood her having the flu.            The next week, she went to English class as usual, this time, because she was no longer going to school, she was wearing some dark blue jeans and a purple sweater.            When she came up to the room, the teacher was already waiting for her and she didn’t see the junior high school girl at all.  She was several minutes early, and then the teacher explained.            “The junior high school girl had the flu today,” he told her.  “How about you?  Are you feeling better?”            Miho smiled and nodded.  “I feel much better thank you.”            He led her into the classroom, and he first put her in his lap before letting her sit on the chair.            “I’ve done a little research on the internet about your problem,” the teacher told her.  “The thing is, I haven’t been able to find a physical reason for it.  There is something call overflow incontinence, but if you had that, you would be wet in more places than just my class.”            Miho nodded.  She had been looking up her problems on the internet in her spare time as well.  “I know.  I tried to look for why it was happen too, but I don’t find anything, too.”            “The only thing that leaves, honey, is stress,” the teacher told her.  “Stress is very strange, and doctors can’t really pinpoint it perfectly because it affects people differently, but it seems like maybe we were on to something about this being the only safe place for you to be like a little girl.  Maybe you need to be babied a bit and treated like a little girl.”            Miho looked into his caring eyes, and while she wasn’t sure if that was the answer or not, she did feel a lot better when he held her.  Even now, she had been rather easy to guide directly into his lap as he held her, and she felt her heart get really warm.  She sort of wished her parents could hold her in their laps again like this, and wouldn’t think it to be weird, but she knew that would never happen.  Besides, even if her parents were okay with it, how would she explain to her little sister that she wanted her dad to hold her like this?            It was not going to happen at home!            The two of them agreed that maybe she needed to be a little girl, so he turned her to him, her legs dangled on each side of his as she faced him in his lap, and he looked deep into her eyes as he asked her.            “Are you okay with being my little girl for now, when we have lessons?” he asked her.            She smiled shyly and nodded.  It was more than okay.  She really wanted it.  He was right.  She did need this a lot more than she knew, and she really enjoyed being in his lap.            He started to go through the conversation with her in his lap, and she answered the questions and talked with him very contently until they came to the pronunciation where he finally put her in the seat for a bit.  He went through the words, and then he went through the phrases.             Once they were done with that, but before he went into the meat of the lesson, he asked her if she brought some extra clothes with her.            She nodded.  She reached into her bag and pulled out some sweats and a pair of panties.            “You need to go ahead and change because you will probably wet your pants before we get too far into this part of the lesson.  This is usually when you pee your pants, honey.”            “Can I go in the bathroom?”            “Are you a little girl?” he asked her.            She nodded her head.            “If you are a little girl, you should let your teacher take care of you.  If you are not a little girl, then you really shouldn’t wet your pants.”            “I’m a little girl,” she said.            “Then let me help you.  I won’t look at your privates,” he promised.  Then he got her a blanket and put it around her waist.             “See?  I’ll pull down your pants like before, but you will have something to cover yourself so you don’t have to have your privates stared at, okay?”            Miho nodded and let him unzip her jeans and then pull her pants down.  He got her pants down, and then he wrapped the blanket around her as he took off her panties.  He put on her clean panties and her sleeping sweats this time, and she felt a lot better having her own clothes on.  She would feel awful if she wet his clothes he bought, and she really did like the idea that she wouldn’t wet her jeans.            This time, however, things were going to be the worst they had ever been for her.             She started out okay answering his questions and getting into the main lesson, when she suddenly felt some wet under her, and she blushed.  She scooted a bit to wait for him to get to a pausing point, and then she interrupted him.            “Excuse me,” she said.  “I wet my pants.”            “You did?” he asked not surprised at all this time nor looking upset at all.  “Let me see, okay?”            She spread her legs and let him feel her sleeping sweats up under her bottom and around her crotch.            “You’re not that wet, yet,” he told her.  “Don’t you still have to go?”            “I don’t think so,” she said.  “My sweats are wet on the bottom.”            “Stand up,” he said helping her up and feeling the back of her pants, his hand resting on her wet butt.            “Yeah, you are wet, but you didn’t really wet that much this time.  Do you want to try to go in the bathroom?”            “I don’t feel anything,” Miho insisted.  “I can go bathroom, but I don’t think it pee comes out.”            “Alright, honey.  Let’s get your sweats off because they are going to feel cold and wet pretty soon, right?”            “Yeah, they feel cold now.”            He pulled down her sweats and her panties, and he this time, he saw her privates which she immediately covered with her hands.            “It’s okay,” he told her.  “But why don’t we go ahead and wash your privates, okay?”            She nodded and walked with him to the hall where the sink was and let him give her a towel wet with water and soap.  She washed over herself like before and then he took her back to the classroom and put a pair of panties on her that were clean.            He hang her sleeping sweats up by the heater to dry, and while she was just in panties, he covered her legs with a blanket and then continued with the lesson for a few minutes.  After some time, he felt her panties again to make sure, but she was still dry.            “Okay,” he said.  “You really didn’t seem like you peed that much a bit earlier, but class is almost over now, so I think we can put your jeans back on, okay?”            Miho nodded feeling glad that she would put her jeans back on.  It was kind of weird being taught while only wearing panties even if she had a blanket to cover herself.            Miho was able to get her wet sweats and panties into her bag with the dry side showing so no one knew she had wet her pants if they looked in her bag, and she was out the door feeling okay about it all.  She even liked the way the teacher always took care of her.            At the beginning of the lesson, they had arranged for her to have a lesson on a Saturday afternoon from three to five though it was only supposed to be ninety minutes, he had asked her to plan for two hours just in case she needed extra time from wetting her pants.            That Saturday had rolled around, and she seemed to be his only student from the looks of the quiet balcony path from the stairs to his teaching apartment.            Miho walked to the door and knocked and it was immediately opened by her teacher dressed in black trousers and a red winter plaid shirt.  He smiled and let her in.            Miho was wearing dark jeans again and a Hello Kitty green shirt with the white cat waving hello on the front.            He walked her into the class, and put her in his lap for a minute and hugged her making her feel really loved, for there was no other word for it.  It wasn’t a romantic love that she expected from her boyfriend, but rather a feeling more like from what she should feel if she was a little girl and her grandfather had let her sit in his lap.            She sat there, and he started the questions.  They talked for about five minutes or so when he finally let her up and put her in the chair, but to her great disappointment and great surprise, this time, it wasn’t a gradual wetting that she couldn’t explain, but rather, the minute he let her sit down on her own, she poured pee into her pants all over!  She had no idea where it came from for her bladder had not complained once, and she had used the bathroom before leaving home!  But here she was in soaked jeans, sitting in the chair, feeling really embarrassed.  She tapped the teacher on the arm to get his attention from the lesson.            “I’m sorry,” she said very embarrassed and red in the face.  “I wet my pants.”            “Just now?” he asked her a little surprised at how early she had wet herself.  The lesson was barely ten minutes in.            Miho could only swallow and nod.            “It’s okay, baby,” he said as he felt down by her crotch and under her bottom for how wet she was.  She was pretty wet.            “Okay, stand up,” he ordered her.            She stood up.            “Are you a little girl?” he asked her.            “Yes, I’m little girl.  You take care to me?”            He nodded and started to unbutton her pants, by now, she was used to it and let him not only unbutton and unzip her, but pull her pants and her panties down together revealing her privates.            “You’re really wet,” he told her.  “Stay here a minute, and I’ll get you something to clean yourself up, okay?”            She nodded, but now she was nervous.  These jeans were meant to be worn when she left the classroom because she was scared her dad will know if she wore her sleeping sweats out.            The teacher went and got the towel wet with soap and water again, and this time, when he returned, and she reached for the towel, he shook his head at her.            “You’re a little girl,” he told her.            She nodded.            “And you wet really bad, honey.”            She nodded.            “Let me.  I promise, I won’t touch you in a bad way.  You can trust me, can’t you?”            Miho nodded and let him run the towel over her privates.  Then he reached it up under her and got between her legs and then wiped off her bottom good.  He whispered to her as he cleaned her.            “Honey, you don’t want to get an infection or a rash down there.”            “What mean infection?” she asked.            “I mean,” he said as he wiped under between her legs.  “That if you wear wet panties a long time and don’t clean the pee from your privates, it might end up inside you causing bacteria which will make you really sick.”            “Oh,” she said though she didn’t know the meaning of bacteria, because of the way he talked, she could imagine what he was talking about.  She certainly didn’t want that!  “No, I don’t want to be sick.”            “So, I’m sorry, but I really think I should clean you when you wet your pants.  The last times I let you, you seemed too nervous to do a good job.”            She looked blankly at him for she wasn’t really sure what he had just said.            “The last time you wiped, you didn’t do very good,” he told her.  “If I let you do that like that every time you pee, you will get sick.”            “Thank you,” was all she could whisper as he continued to clean her up and get her started into some clean panties.            Once she was in her clean sweats, he took her jeans and put them up by the heater to try to dry them out.            “You have to wear these pants back out to your dad, right?” he asked her as he put her pants up for her and then also lay out her panties to dry.            “Yes,” she said.            “Okay, hopefully, they’ll be dry, but I’m not sure you are done wetting,” he told her.  I knew you wanted out of them quickly instead of wetting them completely.  Do you want to try to use the bathroom now?”            She shook her head no.  “I don’t feel anything,” she said truthfully.            He nodded and slipped her sleeping sweats up on her and let her sit down again once he had cleaned off the seat.            It wasn’t even half an hour later, when she started to feel more pee in her pants again.  She blushed as the lesson continued too embarrassed to admit she was wetting for the second time especially after she had refused to use the bathroom.            After some time, though, the pee seemed to have stopped coming out, and she felt a little too cold and uncomfortable the way she was thought she was all too aware she had no more change of clothes.  Still, she whispered towards him as he seemed to stop as though noticing something was wrong.            “I wet my pants,” she said.            “Again?” he asked her.            She nodded.            “I’m not surprised,” he said.  “Your jeans weren’t really that wet so I was sure you still must have to go, honey.  Didn’t you feel it at all?”            She shook her head.  “I know it until I feel wet pants.”            He nodded and felt her sweats.  They were just soaked this time, so he knew she must be finished.  He pulled down her sweats and her panties.            “What do I going to wear?” she asked so nervous that she wasn’t concentrating on her English properly.            “Remember the pink sweats I put on you before?” he asked her.  “I have another pair of panties you can wear, too, honey.”            She nodded and let him pull down her pants and panties completely off of her not caring about her privates.  He had already seen them.  He took her back to the sink and toweled her off again, and then he put her in some clean panties and the pink sweats he had for her.            “Thank you so much,” she whispered at him as he helped her again.            “You are very welcome,” the teacher said.  “You are my student, and we have both agreed you are a little girl, so you need a lot of help.  A teacher is supposed to help his student especially if she is a little girl, okay?”            “Okay,” Miho said glad that she had agreed to be a little girl for all of this.  “Next time I come English, can I change in bathroom immediately so I don’t wet my pants my dad will see?”            “Of course, honey,” the teacher said.  “As long as you do as I say, I will take care of you the best I can, and I will pay attention to what you need, too, okay?”            Miho nodded.            “I’ll check your jeans when it gets close to time, and if they are still wet, then you can stay another thirty minutes, right?”            Miho nodded her head.             He pulled her into his lap after having her dressed again, and he rocked her.            “It’s okay, you go ahead and wet your pants when you come here, honey.  That’s what you need, okay?”            “Okay,” she agreed.             “I also have been thinking about the problem, and I’m worried about you going to college, honey.  You are not going to be taking my lessons after the end of the month, are you?”            She shook her head sadly.            “So, you are not going to have anywhere you can relieve this child stress you have, and that might make you pee your pants in classes at college since you still don’t know what to expect.  Do you want your classmates to see you pee your pants, honey?”            “No,” she said her head lowering to her lap.            “I don’t want that either because it will make going to college really hard for you.  College should be exciting and fun, and I don’t want to ruin that for you.  So, do you think you can listen to my suggestion?” he asked her.            Miho nodded ready to listen.            “I think you need to do consider doing something to control the problem and maybe hide the problem from your classmates, at least for the first two weeks until we are sure you won’t have a problem at school,” he told her.            “What do you mean?” she asked though she sort of though she knew where this might be leading.            “Well, I really think you should see someone you can trust to help you be a little girl who you feel comfortable with at least once or twice a month, but I know it might not be easy for you to come to my class.  So apart from that, there are two things you can try.”            “Yeah?” she said more than enthused about hearing his opinion because he had done nothing but help her through her wetting and all his advice so far kept her parents from knowing she had been wetting her pants in his classes.            “I think you should consider wearing diapers to class for the first couple of weeks.”            “What do you mean, diapers?” she asked not sure of what that word meant.            “Omutsu,” he said in Japanese.  “There are two kinds, and you can choose, but I think the tape on type, that you have to put on with tapes will hold more if you pee, and if you do that, you can put the diaper behind the toilet if you use it.  No one will know whose diaper it was when they clean the bathroom at the school building.”            That did make sense to her.            “And if you wet your pants after the first time, you should bring some spare pull ups with you because they will be easier to put back on after you use the bathroom whether you have to change your other diaper because it is wet or just because it is too loose to put on after you had to pull it down to use the toilet.”            Miho thought that made sense, too.  She nodded.            “Finally, you really don’t want to wet your pants, even if you wear a diaper for a couple of weeks, at least not in front of your classmates or other people, right?”            Miho nodded.  She really didn’t want that.            “Well, I think controlled wetting in your pants once or twice a week, even on purpose, might help you be a little girl when you need to, and if you are in an apartment by yourself… are you?”            Miho nodded.  “Yes, only I live that apartment.”            “Well, if you can wet your pants late on Thursday night and once other in the week, then you might not wet your pants at school or in public.  The only problem is you’ll have to learn to clean it up yourself since I won’t be there to clean it up for you then, though.  Here, I clean it up.  But since I won’t be there to help you, you will have to change yourself, clean yourself and clean up after yourself, okay?”            Miho nodded.  It had all made sense when he said it.  And she was wetting her pants in front of her English teacher.  If she had a chance to wet her pants at home without her parents or sister finding out, she knew she would have rather done that than do it in front of her cool English teacher, but at least he was nice about it.            Miho decided that everything he said not only made sense, but everything else he told her had always helped her.  It was his idea she bring her extra pants, and it was definitely helping her to hide her wetting from her parents.  It was his idea for her to come out of class late when her pants needed to dry, and her parents had not caught her wet even once.  She smiled.            “I will do everything you say,” she said making a promise.            “I know this is hard,” he told her.  “But I really think the thing that will help you most, is having a chance to wet your pants in private, so even if you need to do it on purpose, you should purposely pee your pants twice a week.”            She smiled and nodded.            “Do you understand what on purpose means?”            “Moteki,” she answered.            “Yes,” he said.  “It means even though you feel it needs to come and you can make it to the bathroom, you just go in your pants instead of the toilet, or maybe you can go in the bathroom to make the mess less, and sit on the toilet but pee through your clothes.”            Miho nodded. Present Day:            And so here she was, sitting on the toilet, trying to pee her pants on purpose because her English teacher had advised it as well as wearing diapers for the first couple of weeks at college, and she trusted him so much, that she was actually willing to do this.            Eventually, she felt the pee coming out in little drizzles for her bladder muscles and her brain still didn’t seem to want to just release it through her pants for it was against all her growing up training to do this.  Yes, even as she felt the warmth grow around her bottom, she was greatly reminded of being with her English teacher, and admitting to him that she had wet her pants.  She even said it out loud.            “I’m wet my pants,” she said even as she felt herself still going.  Then she imagined him checking her pants as she felt her own pants by herself to see how wet she was.  She finally stood up from the toilet leaking a bit more down her legs of her sweats, and she closed her eyes imagining her teacher standing there, pulling her towards him, and trying to comfort her and tell her that this is the right thing to do to keep her mind and her body from embarrassing herself in front of the whole school.  She soon found herself slowly slipping her sweats off, but all the while, she imagined her teacher doing it for her, and then she had her pants around her ankles and she opened her eyes and smiled.  She had gone through with it.  It wasn’t the same, exactly as with the teacher there to take care of her, but it was a little relieving to feel small for a moment and let herself pee like that.  She climbed in the shower and rinsed herself off before starting to shower off the piss from her body.
This is part two of the likely finished story.  What do you think?  I hope it doesn't turn anyone wrong.  By the way, there is one pooping scene in this one, but it is subtitled Last Lesson by her Private English Teacher near the end, so if you are offended by messing her panties, you can skip that part and just read the last section from where the next subtitle starts.  The rest of the experience is rather tame, and all characters are 18 and older and sexual fulfilment are are at a minimum for this story at this time.  This is a lot more about feeling like a little girl than being sexual. I know the first part is still pending, but since I finished this part, I figured I might as well get a moderator to field the whole story at once, if they have time. Starting Classes at College            It was Monday morning, the first classes of April for the Japanese school year starts in April, and there is really only one season when applications are admitted.  If you don’t make the first cut, you have to wait a year to try again, not a semester.            Miho Watanabe had not only been successful in getting in at the all English speaking college, but she had been chosen in the very early process for there are three steps to colleges accepting students.  The first is through an interview and early testing usually reserved for the best students to guarantee a spot on campus before the doors are thrown open to the masses.  The second step usually has to do with the center testing scores that are set up through a central testing program by the Japanese government, and the third and final chance to get in for the year is set up for colleges to finish trying to fill its quota of students to get as much income for the year as possible by finally allowing the lowest level of students it is willing to accept through a third testing cycle that comes around the month of March.            Miho was up in her sleeping sweatpants and her black shirt looking at the paper as she ate her bread covered in a chocolate cream that resembled the spread of American peanut butter.  She also had a bowl of soup before her and some hot tea for breakfast.            Miho thought about what she had done the last week, and as she thought about it, she realized that it was not really so bad.  And if it saved her from indignity in class, then it was well worth it.  But if the plan to preserve her pride was to fully be realized, then she also had to take a precaution just in case her little private adventure was not enough to elevate her fears and stress.            She finished her cup of tea and her bread and she walked to her bedroom and dug through her closet where she had hidden a large box of twenty-four diapers her size, pull up style and a large box of fifty-four tape up style diapers also her size.            She stared at the diapers for a moment or two as though trying to come to terms with what she was about to do.  It was so hard to purposely pee her pants a few days ago in the bathroom, but when she had finished doing it, and she had imagined for just a few seconds, that her English teacher was right there babying her, it had been well worth it.  She felt emboldened and ready to go on.  So, she started to pull the tape on package apart to open it, and she reached in and fished out a diaper.  She smiled at it for a moment.  Of course, it would mean she couldn’t wear her usual sexy panties for a while because she needed to hide this garment, and she also needed to be more careful of what skirts or pants she wore, but the humiliation of everyone seeing her with a soaked butt was probably a lot worse than a little inconvenience of not wearing her favorite outfits.            She swallowed and she slipped the diaper on the bed and between her legs and pulled it straight hoping to get it right the first time.  Then she started to pull the sides of the diaper over making sure it was right before she started to strap on the tapes.  She did a pretty good job of diapering herself especially since this was the first time, and when she stood up, it felt snug and it seemed to fit her right.  She then put on a long skirt over it to hide it and wore a white sweater over a striped shirt.  Her long skirt was a jean-blue that came to her knees.  It wasn’t really a bad look.  It sort of looked professional.            With a bit of a smile, she went into the bathroom and started to fix her hair.  She was almost ready to go, and then she would have to head off to college.  It would take her about fifteen minutes by bicycle to get to the classes from her apartment.            April in Japan was almost as unpredictable as winter was.  It would be cool one day and very hot the next day with the nights always cooling down by after midnight.  She now felt the gray cloudy sky’s coolness against her white thin tights as she cycled through the area of town she had to get through to get to her school.            A lot of eighteen year olds were going to driving school the month before they started college, but some students like Miho, who went to colleges in larger cities, often put it off until the summer month they had off.            She got to the bicycle parking for the building for her first class, and she parked her bicycle and went on into the building.  The nearby clock said that it was just about 7:40 so she had about twenty minutes before her first class, English, started.            As was the plan, in her bag that she carried, there were three pullup diapers for just in case she needed them, and it was certain she would need at least one, because even if she didn’t wet the tape on, when she did eventually go to the bathroom, she would have to take it off, and it wouldn’t likely go on the right way afterwards, and she didn’t feel confident to use just panties just on her first day of school.  Her private English teacher had warned her that while she could certainly try, if she had a problem there, it was going to be hard to erase that from everyone’s memory and she could only imagine how true that would be. Back to the second to the last day of the English teacher’s class:            Miho had come to class and just as the teacher had promised, he led her straight into the bathroom first thing, but not before grabbing her hand to follow him as he went to get her a pair of panties from the closet.             “You don’t want to wet your own panties,” he told her.  “And since we are pretty sure you are going to wet your pants which is why you are changing right away,” for she had wet herself very early in the lesson before and had asked for this, “I figured we should go ahead and start the little girl treatment if that is okay with you.”            “Yeah, it’s okay with me,” Miho said smiling.  She really liked it when he treated her like a little girl.            “Then let me,” he said directing her into the bathroom.  She let him take her in, and he pulled down her pants for her and helped her overalls off for she had worn them again, and he pulled off her panties and checked them for pee.  There was none yet.            He then pulled up the clean panties he had for her and he helped her put on her sleeping sweats that she always took to wear for his classes.  He then smiled at her as he folded up her panties and her overalls and put them back in her bag.             “Thank you,” she said softly really feeling cared for as he helped her get dressed.  He took her by the hand and led her to the classroom after getting her dressed, and then he put her in his lap first thing.  She was really glad that he did that.  She didn’t want to sit down on the chair just yet because somehow, she always associated sitting by herself with wetting her pants.            He then started to talk to her while she was in his lap as though it was normal to do so. Back to Present Day            Miho walked through the building of her English class and found the right room after a few minutes of searching.  She still had about three minutes left before the day started, so she took a seat in the room, a few other students having already filtered in.            She sat about middle row so as not to draw too much attention to herself, but also not in the back because she was really interested in this class, and didn’t want to be distracted by those that were only in the class to fill some requirement or other.            The class was supposed to last about ninety minutes according to the schedule, and so Miho sat in and smiled at having been taught by her private English teacher.  His lessons were ninety minutes, and he had told her that it was likely her classes would be about ninety minutes at university.  He was right yet again.            She closed her eyes and thought back to that scene where he was talking to her about her options and checking with her that she intended to follow his advice when she went away to college for it seemed the way he talked that he really thought he was helping her. The second to the last lesson—the predicted incident            The teacher still had her in his lap as they talked about some topic that circled around her school life, what she planned to do in the future and about her boyfriend situation.  Yes, she did have a boyfriend, whom actually came with her to college.            As they talked, Miho felt every much as like a little girl as an eighteen year old senior could feel, or actually, a girl that had actually just finished high school, for she had no more classes, but she was not yet technically graduated for she still didn’t have her papers yet.  They were due to come in a couple weeks or so, on March first.            “You are a good girl,” the teacher told her with a smile.  “I’m going to miss my best student because even though you’ve had trouble keeping your pants dry, I know that at least in part it was because you were studying really hard and trying to understand what is going on in the class.  I wish more students were as polite and good students as you are.”            Miho felt herself blush but his praise really raised her spirits and she even sort of found herself wanting to have an accident because it seemed that he equated her accidents to her concentrating really hard on the lesson and that being the cause of her not noticing she had to pee or at least a part of the reason.            She was finally let up from his lap as he started to switch the slide to pronunciation, and he put her down in the chair.  To her disbelief, though she sat in his lap comfortably with no warning from her bladder at her, once he placed her on the chair, she started to pee so forcefully in her pants, she heard the hissing from under her and felt the liquid running all over the chair under her bottom and around her legs of her sleeping sweats.  The purple sweats had to be just dark in the back, probably looking nearly black at how much she had just peed.            She let the teacher explain the first word not wanting to interrupt him, but once he had started to get her to repeat the second word, she looked up at him, and she started in her normal shy embarrassed way to excuse herself for having to interrupt him.            “Excuse me,” she whispered.  “I wet my pants.”            “Just now?” he asked her almost as surprised as she was for she could hear it in the way he raised his voice and then he quickly changed his features to those of softness as he approached her to comfort her as he checked her like he always did.            “I wet my pants,” she repeated starting to stand up, but he gently had her sit back down.            “Last time, you wet your pants,” he reminded her, “we changed you too early and you peed again,” he told her.  “Try to finish in your pants and I’ll change you, okay?”            Miho nodded and sat back down to do as he said.  She really didn’t know how to make herself pee because it was a surprise every time she peed her pants anyway.  It wasn’t like her bladder felt full or anything.            The teacher hovered over her and put an arm around her hugging her towards him as he made her sit there.  As she sat, she did feel some leaking through her panties and getting her more and more wet and though it didn’t feel like it came from her privates, she knew that there was only one place it could come from for she was the only one to sit in the chair, so she waited until the fluid seemed to settle and stop wetting her sleeping sweats so much.            Finally, he put a hand in front of her and touched her front of her sweats and then between her legs to get a sense of how wet she was.  He then had her stand up, and he pulled her towards him as he backed to his own chair and he put both his hands on her wet butt, one of his hands running down the left leg of her sweats which was soaked in pee from it pouring out.            “You wet really bad this time,” he said.  “It feels like you just flooded yourself in a matter of moments.”            Miho nodded.  That’s what it felt like to her, too.            “It’s okay,” he told her.  “We expected you to pee your pants,” he reminded her.  “Remember, last week?  You asked if we could get you into your pajama pants right away because you peed your pants in your seat a little sooner than we expected?”            Miho nodded.  This was definitely becoming more of a habit and it was happening earlier and earlier in his lessons now.            “It’s okay, baby.  But remember, you are a little girl when you wet your pants, right?”            Miho nodded.            “So you do as you are told and you let me clean you up so you don’t get sick?”            She nodded.            The teacher nudged her gently back so he could get up and he went to the closet to get her a pair of panties and some pink sweats.  Then he went to the entrance way sink and wet a towel with soap.  He went back to her and pulled her closer to him pulling her pants down.             She still felt a little shy at him looking at her privates, but he smiled and shook his head at her.            “What are you hiding?” he asked her.  “I’ve already seen your privates, and we need to clean you up so you don’t get sick, honey.”            She nodded realizing he was right.  He had seen her privates the week before, and he had seen her privates in the bathroom when he changed her panties for her before putting her in her pajama pants.  He had even checked her panties to make sure they weren’t wet and he made sure when he saw something in them, but she assured him it was just girl stuff and not pee.            He believed her and went on with putting her sleeping sweats on her at the time, and he even took off her sweater telling her that if she wet herself, her sweater was a bit long and might get wet.  It seemed to be true, but that left her in an almost exposed shirt except he had the pink sweatshirt that went with the pink sweat pants and he slipped that on her before he started the lesson to make her warm.  Her chest was never exposed in front of him, but either way, she felt better having the pink sweatshirt on.            He went to the sink as before and he wet a towel with soap and water and brought it back to clean her up.  He now held her legs apart so he could clean up her privates, between her legs, and her bottom even wiping the crack of it this time.  The whole time he wiped her and took care of her wet skin, he did nothing to make her feel naughty or like her boyfriend might have done if he had wiped her.  It was really like she was a little girl and he really was just cleaning her up after wetting her pants.            Miho completely trusted him as he pulled up her shirt some so he could get her panties in place and then he put her in the pink sweats.            “Is that better?” he had asked her.            “Thank you,” she responded as weakly as always and yet as grateful and sincerely as always.  “You best teacher to take care me.  Thank you so much that thing.”            “You are very welcome,” he said smiling.  “I like taking care of my little student girl.”            She smiled and nodded.             He then pulled her into his lap which she didn’t mind at all.  Somehow, being in his lap never made her pee her pants like sitting on the chair.  She sat there the rest of the lesson in his lap, partly because when he started to move her to let her sit on her own, she sort of started to fight it, and the teacher figured out that she wanted to be in his lap.            Miho smiled when he asked her why she didn’t want to sit in the chair.            “I just always wet my pants in the chair, but you hold me, and it doesn’t come out.  I feel more like I don’t pee my pants if you hold me.”            He nodded.  “You are going to have to sit in college though, aren’t you?” he asked her.            She nodded.            “Are you going to do anything I suggested to you to help you not embarrass yourself in college classes?” he asked her.            “Yes, I must do it.  I wet my pants by on purpose two times a week, and I wear a diaper to class first two weeks to make sure I don’t wet my pants.”            “You don’t have to do it,” he told her.  “There is no way I can check on you to make sure you do it, and even so, I have no power over whether you do.  I am just suggesting it to help you, honey.”            “I know.  I want to do it so I don’t get trouble at school, so I do it.  I promise.  I trust you because you never make it so my parents know I wet my pants, and I know it because you show me how to hide it by changing my pants for me, and have me wear my sleeping sweats in class so I can keep my pants dry.”            He smiled at her and he eventually encouraged her to sit in the seat and she did go through the rest of the lesson without wetting herself though he did keep checking her pants under her bottom and even a couple of times, he felt inside the pink sweats to see if her panties were wet.  She didn’t stop him because though she didn’t feel wet, she remembered that the first time she had wet, she had not noticed it either until he brought it to her attention.            Miho was about to go for the day when he stopped her once more, after having changed her back into her overalls and her sweater so her dad wouldn’t know she had been changed and had peed her pants in class.  And he whispered to her at the door.            “Remember,” he told her.  “While you are at home, you need to try to keep form wetting your pants, so you can plan on peeing your pants in my class next week.  Just bring something to change into so you can wet your pants, okay?”            She nodded.            “You are going to only have one more lesson with me, so when you get settled at college, if you trust me, then you should wear a diaper to your classes for the first couple of weeks and pee your pants on purpose maybe in your bathroom late at night twice a week and pretend I’m there comforting you.  That will help with your feeling of stress until you really see that college is not that hard and that it isn’t going to be so bad, okay?”            Miho nodded.  It made sense, and she did plan on doing that.            “I also really suggest that if you possible can at all, even if just once a month, you should try to get back home to your parents for morale support, and you should come to my class so you can have someone to take care of you so you can wet your pants without feeling stress over it.”            “I see if I can do that,” she said really liking the idea of continuing to see her private English teacher.  She really didn’t care about him teaching her English once she got into college, but she did like the idea that he can make her feel relaxed and not have the responsibility of being an adult for about ninety minutes.            Then she left his class to go home. Back in the College English Class            Just like her junior high school teachers and her high school teachers, Miho felt like these teachers were teaching according to what the Japanese ministry said that English was, and she seriously doubted that any of them used the language in their everyday life.  The teacher at the front was using some very simple English to get a conversation started, but his English felt forced and unnatural somehow.  He seemed to make her think of the way that people taught her grammar, and she really didn’t like it at all.  Still, she had to plow through it because if this English was really bad, then the rest of her college experience was likely to be worse as far as English use.            Miho took some notes throughout the lesson the best she could and eventually, she did realize that the teacher did at least make sense and did sound somewhat fluent as the lesson went on.  It seemed he was just maybe starting out slow for the students who were not yet used to the system of speaking mostly in English.            As the class went on, Miho started to feel her bladder filling.  She looked up at the clock.  Now, in Japan, it was a right to use the toilet, and she had no doubt the teacher would let her go without being too mad, but her English teacher had said something very real in one of their last lessons.  He told her while he was sure the teacher would not keep her or get mad at her for using the bathroom, he was also not likely to halt class for her or go back over whatever she missed, and she was eager to learn as much as she could.             Miho also knew that she had a diaper on, and while she really didn’t want to use it, she would also rather not miss any of this class, so she continued to try to hold it through the class though there was still over forty-five minutes left.            As she sat there listening to the teacher, she also thought about her private English teacher, and how he said that he was really proud of her ability to concentrate so much on the lesson that she would actually wet herself instead of interrupting the lesson except for the wetting getting too uncomfortable to go on.            She blushed at the thought she just had and looked back at the college instructor.  He was nothing like her private English teacher though.  He was wearing a professional suit that made him look a lot stricter and a lot less approachable.  He went on with the lesson without concern for the way students might be interested or not.  It was as it should be, the students’ choice to learn what he was saying, not his job to force it down their throats.  With that in mind, she kept her bladder in check as naturally as she could as she listened to the teacher backed up by the fact she had a diaper on.            Two students had ducked out of the lesson, but the teacher shrugged at them and went on as if it was nothing.  When the students came back, he didn’t pause for even a moment as he continued his lesson mostly a lecture at this point.            Miho was glad she had not left.            At the end of the lesson, there was about five minutes, so one of the boys that left raised a hand.            “Excuse me, sensei?  Can you explain what you said just after we were looking at infinitives again?”            “Isn’t that when you and your friend ducked out of class?” the teacher asked them.            “Yes sir.”            “This is not high school, people.  If you miss my instruction, I am not going to waste my time telling you again.  If you can’t be bothered to stay in class and to come to class, I won’t be checking on you like you are children, but you will be expected to know the content for the test just the same, and since I will not be wasting my time if you miss my class, then you will have to get the material from another classmate.”            The boy frowned and lowered his hand.            Miho was even more glad she had decided to stay right there, but as she thought so, she also felt a familiar warmth and wetness around her bottom.  She ran her hand under her skirt to make sure, but just as her private English teacher had told her, the tape on diaper would be less likely to leak if she got it on herself right, and no one would know she had peed herself.             When the sensei finally released them to go on to their next class, Miho stepped out and around the corner to the bathroom to get into a cubical where she removed her diaper.  Yes, it was just soaked and she no longer needed to pee.  She had wet herself in class.  It was such a relief that she had not missed anything important, and that she had not been caught wetting her pants on top of it.  She did like the private English teacher had instructed, and she took off her wet diaper and wrapped it up putting it behind the toilet so no one would know whose diaper it was.  Then she reached into her bag and pulled out a clean pull up and slipped it up her legs.             “A pull up,” the private English teacher had instructed her “is not as good as a tape up, but easier to put on, so you will want to be more careful about wetting in it, making sure to do it on purpose and slowly so it doesn’t leak all over your seat in class.”            She frowned knowing that mean that if she had to go again in her classes, she would have to do it on purpose and as slowly as possible to keep it from leaking for she trusted her English teacher completely, the one that had taught her before college that is.  He was right about her possibly wetting in class, and he was right about her needing to be treated like a little girl before going to college, and he had kept her parents from knowing about her multiple wetting panties incidents from January through February before she started college.            Miho slipped out of the bathroom and went down to her math class and then to her world history class.  Though she was quite prepared, she had luckily had no more problems with getting to the bathroom until she got home that evening.            She pulled out her old English notebook, and he looked up her old English teacher’s number and she paused as she sat it on the kitchen table.  She wanted to thank him again for helping her hide her accident that day, and for being right yet again.  She also wanted to tell him he was right, that she did pee her pants in class that day and because she had a diaper on, no one caught her.            It was still a little too early to call him though.  He would no doubt be in a class at the moment, so she went to see what she could make for supper while she waited for it to get near nine o’clock, the time he said it was probably okay for her to call him.            Miho ate her supper and then she checked her iphone for messages from her boyfriend and her parents.  Her parents had just checked in with her and asked her to let them know if she needed something.  Her boyfriend said that his classes went well the first day, and he already had a ton of homework to get started on.            Miho sighed and she texted her boyfriend.            she had texted him.  [College is interesting, but it seems a little scarier than I first thought.]            her boyfriend texted her back.  [But I don’t think it’s too bad.]            [I don’t either.  It just seems really different from high school is all.]            [Yeah, it is,] her boyfriend agreed.            [Wait a minute,] Miho texted him and she looked at the messages on her line account to check for her parents.  No, they still had not messaged her back since the last text.  She then went back to talking to her boyfriend.            It seemed that Haruto was quite busy but happy with his classes, and he also couldn’t wait to see her that Friday night.  She and Haruto had dated for a year, so she really thought he was nice and she sort of hoped that they would graduate together and then get married.            While she was texting with Haruto, at one point, her bladder let itself be known, and even though they were just texting, she was too embarrassed to continue afraid she would have an accident while talking, so she excused herself and signed off with him.  Anyway, they both needed to get to their homework for the evening.  Then she walked to the bathroom and pulled down her still dry pull up and used the toilet properly.            She sighed as she sat on the toilet thinking of her private English teacher again.  She really wished he was closer and could come and comfort her.  She wanted to be a child at the moment even if she didn’t wet her pants just then.            She finished on the toilet and after washing her hands went to start on her homework.            As she worked on her homework, she finally thought about the last lesson before starting college. The last Lesson by her Private English Teacher            It was the last lesson before she would have to spend a month getting ready for her college life.  The date was February 16, and the young girl was just entering the classroom entrance hall and seeing her teacher who already had a clean pair of panties in his hands which told her what was coming next.  He had expected to change her like usual and treat her like a little girl, and she really looked forward to this.  Actually, she hoped he would spend more time taking care of her than teaching her this time as it was their last lesson together.            Miho walked to the bathroom without any reservations at all this time and he let him lead her in and after locking the door behind them, she let him start to pull her jeans down for her and then her panties.  He checked inside her panties in which there was a sanitary napkin because she had a period again, or actually, she was almost done with it again.  There was just a little leakage of something brown on the napkin, but it wasn’t much.            “Are you almost done?” her teacher asked as he referenced the napkin.            Miho nodded.  “I soon no period.  Now, period panties and napkin is just for if I leak a little bit because still a little left.”            “Okay,” he said.  “If we let you wear these period panties though, and you wet yourself, they are going to get soaked again, and might turn yellow if you wet them too much.  You know?”            Miho nodded.            “So, can I put my panties on you instead for now?”            Miho nodded and he slid up some black form fitting panties on her that hugged her bottom and privates a bit closely.            “What about a napkin?” she asked him.            “No point,” he told her.  “If you wet your pants, and if you are still on a period, the blood will come out anyway, honey.”            She looked at him for a minute and he explained again.            “If you wet your pants, sweetie, even with a pad on, it will just leak all over anyway.  The pad isn’t going to help anything if you pee, so don’t worry about a pad, okay?”            She nodded.            He got her black form fitting panties on her which really did cover her really wet though and made her feel a little better about the idea that maybe it wouldn’t soak through her clothes, and then he didn’t put her sleeping sweats on her this time.            “You don’t want to get blood all over your sleeping sweats if you have a period and wet your pants, do you?” he asked her.            She shook her head no.            “So for now, I’m going to just let you go with just panties on for now.  Once you pee your pants, then we’ll change your panties and put you in the sleeping sweats, okay?”            Miho nodded.  That seemed like a better plan than getting her pajama bottoms all bloody on top of being peed in.            He walked her to the classroom, and he put her in his lap and rocked her for a minute.            “So are you ready to start college?” he asked her as he held her in his lap.            “Yes, I am ready a little bit,” she said smiling.             “You mean ‘kind of,” he told her.  “The natural way to say we sort of feel something or we feel something a little bit, is to say we are kind of blah blah.”            “Okay,” Miho said appreciating this tidbit of information on natural English.  It seemed her schooling once again missed something important about sounding natural in English.            They continued talking a little bit about this and a little bit about that.  He didn’t seem to have the computer on at all at this point which was strange for he always used power point to teach her.  Still, she didn’t mind it at all.  She liked that it looked like they were just going to talk on that day.            As they talked for about ten minutes, and he held her in his lap rubbing her back with one of his hands while her legs dangled over either side of his legs so she could face him in his lap, she felt so comforted and little and she enjoyed this.            “So, what kind of things have you prepared for to go to college?” he asked her.            “I already know my schedule,” she told him.  “My parents got me an apartment by myself, and we are setting up for me to start staying at the apartment from this Sunday which is why I don’t can come the last week of February,” she told him.            “That sounds good,” he told her.  “You don’t yet have diapers, do you?”            “No.  I get that after my parents don’t in my apartment because I don’t want them know it.”            “You don’t want them to know.”            “Yeah, I don’t want them to know,” she corrected her English as he had.            As they continued to talk about her college plans and everything, she felt him feel her bottom but she didn’t blame him.  She had wet her pants the last couple of weeks before this time, so it was probably natural that he was worried she was going to wet on him, but even so, he didn’t try to force her off of his lap and she really didn’t want to get off yet.  He had sweats on that he said he didn’t mind if she got wet, so she saw no reason to worry about wetting herself, and she had never wet her pants while in his lap, so she doubted she would wet her pants as long as he held her anyway.            Still, he kept his hand on her bottom and seemed to check her every few minutes for leaking which she sort of didn’t mind.  She was eventually turned around though she faced away from him but still in his lap, and he turned the television to the drama for her hearing practice.  She liked that drama too.  It was really funny.            As they watched the drama together, he kept feeling her for wetness every few minutes and she knew it was probably because he was expecting her to wet her pants eventually.  She had done it so many times already before.            Eventually, as the drama ended and he started to turn her again to face him, she did feel something inside that wanted to come out.  She whispered in his ear.  “May I go to the bathroom?”            “Really?” he asked her.  “You really want to go to the bathroom now?  After wetting your pants so many times until now?”            She blushed and nodded.  “I don’t mind to just pee my pants,” she confessed.  “If you wanted that, but I can’t go in my pants now.  I have blood to come out, and I… I think I must um… wait a minute….”            Miho reached over and got her bag and pulled out her electronic dictionary, and then she blushed as she looked up at him.  “I must do shit?” she said feeling embarrassed.            The teacher frowned which sort of told her that it was probably an improper word.            “We don’t usually say it like that unless we are dirty,” he told her.  “It’s a little better if you just say you have to poop, honey.”            “Poop?”            He smiled and nodded.  “You need to poop?”            “Yeah.” She blushed.  Either way it was still embarrassing to have to tell him that she had to do that, but like she had said, if it was just pee, she would just go in her pants so he could treat her like a baby, but she really didn’t want that kind of mess in her panties.            “Let me check first,” he told her.            “I thought you were checking,” she said a little red.            “I was checking only for wetness,” he told her.  “It would be a waste if you started towards the toilet and then poop went in your panties, wouldn’t it?  You’d get it leaking down on the floor and make a bigger mess than just wetting your pants right here would do.”            “Oh, yeah.”            “Let me check you.”            She blushed and nodded let him push the back of her panties into her butt crack to feel around.  He then smiled.            “It doesn’t look like it’s coming out, so let’s go ahead and take you, but don’t wet until we get in the bathroom, or I will be upset that you made the mess bigger than you needed to by telling me you want to go rather than just going in your pants like usual.”            Miho nodded and she let him take her by the hand.  However, as they crossed the classroom threshold and entered the hall, she felt her bottom starting to puff and the gas in her stomach threatened to push either way.  She held her front with both hands while she tried to squeeze her butt muscles closed to keep from pooping her pants.            Her teacher must have noticed she had stuttered in her following him, and he looked back at her.            “Are you about to wet your pants anyway?” he asked her.            She shook her head in disbelief hoping that wasn’t going to happen, and bent over, she tried to scramble to the toilet, but he grabbed her around her waist and he pulled her back and looked in her eyes.            “You’re about to go in your panties,” he told her.            She felt her face heat up and perspiration slid down her hairline to her face.  She nodded.            “It’s okay,” he told her.  Then he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom and put her down in front of it before opening it up.  Then he walked her into the bathroom, lifted the lid and pushed her down on the toilet her panties still up.            “I….”            “I know,” her teacher said.  “You are a little girl, and you need this.  Just go, honey.  I’m right here, and I’ll be cleaning you up.  It’s okay.”            Miho looked up at him in surprise, but she knew how loved she felt when he took care of her.  She started to pee in her panties because that was easy to do by now, but she really didn’t want to poop herself.            “After I pee my panties, can I poop with them down?” she asked him.            “We’ll see,” he said.  “If your panties still don’t have any poop in them when you finish wetting, then I’ll lift you up and help you pull your panties down, but if you even start to open your butt, then I’m going to have to have you just finish in your panties, okay?”            “Okay,” she said not sure if she was going to be able to pee without pooping her panties.  Still, she wanted to make him happy, and she really wanted him to take care of her like always, so she did want to pee her pants anyway.            After several minutes, maybe even ten minutes, she was rewarded with a warmth that spread from her crotch in her panties all over the back of them and a stream started to go through her panties into the toilet.  She sat there peeing for a few minutes, because this was the first time she had done it on purpose.  It wasn’t natural for her to just pee herself on purpose.  But eventually, she neared to finishing, but as she did, she also felt her other hold starting to open and hurried to grab her hands under her butt to try to stop the poop from coming out.            “Are you starting to poop?” he asked her.            Miho blushed and shook her head in disbelief.  “I don’t think so.”            He smiled and reached up under her pulling her hands back so he could reach up into her crack of her butt through her panties and feel her.  He smiled when he finished checking, and he gently pushed her shoulders so she was forced to stay seated on the potty.            “You’re starting to poop,” he told her.  “If we try to get you up and then down on the toilet, you are going to leak some out on the floor.  I don’t want you getting it on the floor, honey.”            She nodded knowing he was right because she could feel her butt opening and the end of her cigar-shaped starting turd protruding out of her bottom.            “Go ahead and go, honey.  I’m right here.  Once you finish, I’ll clean you up, okay?”            Miho sighed and nodded.  She knew that it was no use trying to argue with him with her so close to pooping. He was probably right.  She was going to poop any minute anyway.            “Go ahead and push,” he told her.  “Come on, honey.”            She nodded and tried to grunt.            It was just a small push, but it was enough and as soon as she did it, the whole mass of the first load started to bubble through her bottom and into her panties filling them.  Another little push and a second wave of mess pushing over top the first one until her panties were so full it had no where to go but partly up her back and between her legs getting her pussy area a little dirty.  She pushed a third time, and after a loud bout of several farts, she finally crinkled and popped the rest into her panties and now the bottom of her panties sagged as he held her off of the toilet.            “You finished?” he asked to make sure.            Miho nodded feeling really disgusting and a little sad that she had pooped her panties.            “It’s okay,” he told her.  “Just obey me so we don’t make a bigger mess than necessary, okay?”            She nodded and she let him carefully pull down her panties the poop resting in the black form fitting panties nicely, and though her legs got a bit messy, he kept the stuff from leaking out of her panties legs by closing them off around her legs until they were off of her and then he closed them up under the rest of the garment.            There was a very bad mess of pee, blood and poop in her panties, but he didn’t even flinch at it as he emptied the mess into the toilet and flushed it down.  Then he took some toilet paper and started to wipe her around her bottom first.  He cleaned her up as good as he could around her back and then he cleaned up her middle and finally he cleaned up around her pussy with toilet tissue.  Once he had most of solid mess off of her, he smiled at her.            “Stay here a minute.  I need to wet a cloth to wipe you up better okay?”            Miho nodded and stood there half naked in the bathroom waiting for him.  He went and wet and soaped up not one rag, but three, then he came back with a fourth and fifth dry one with him.  Then he started to first, once again, wiping her bottom inside the crack cleaning her mess out of her butt until the towel came out clean.  The water from the area of washing your hands in the toilet, he used to continually clean the towel so as to make sure he was wiping her with clean watered towel though the soap started to disappear.  Then he used a second towel on the middle of her washing her good making sure the towel eventually came out poop free and then finally, he used the third wet towel to clean the front of her privates around her mound and then partly into the outer lips of her pussy to make sure no poop got stuck there.             Finally she was clean enough and he dried her off.            Again, though he was touching her in the most intimate places to clean her up, she didn’t even feel aroused by it at all, but rather, as though she was nine years old, and she had been found having had an accident in her pants, though unlike what she imagined her parents doing, scolding her the whole time, her teacher was really gentle and kept whispering that it was okay and that little girls sometimes had accidents and it was natural to sometimes wet or even to poop her panties.            When he finally had her all clean, he finally took her from the bathroom back to his classroom where he got her another pair of clean panties, these ones a little more normal and not the period panties he kept in her bag, and then he put her sleeping sweats on her after that.            Once she was dressed again, he put her back into his lap and he hugged her and they started to talk again, only this time, he started to talk about how she had wet and now pooped her panties because she really need to be a little girl.             “I know you need to be a little girl when you are on your own in your own apartment, too,” he told her.  “But it will be a lot better for you if you keep the act of acting like a little girl to just wetting your pants.  Cleaning up poop is a real chore and you don’t want to throw away all of your panties which you will have to do if you can’t get them clean, honey.”            Miho nodded.  That made sense to her.            “You do need to pee your pants probably three times a week, when you are sure no one sees you,” he told her.            “I thought you said just once or two times,” she said feeling a little bit scared of doing it so often.            “That’s before today, when I found out you really need to poop yourself, but you can’t do that by yourself.  If you poop your pants without someone to help you, you are going to have a hard time cleaning it up, and you are going to ruin all of your panties.  It’s better to wet your pants more often than to poop them even once a month, honey, unless you have someone to clean you up.”            She nodded thinking that made sense, too.            “So, I think you better get used to wetting your pants in private and on purpose three times a week and wear diapers in classes and in public for a couple of weeks to make sure you have control.  If you have control of your bladder, then you can stop wearing them after that, but if you don’t, then you should continue wearing them until you can stay dry for a week or two in a row.”            Miho nodded.  “I do that because I know you care me and ask me to take care myself.”            He smiled.  “That’s right.  And again, you don’t have to.  There is no way for me to know if you disobey me at college, and even if I did, I can’t do anything about it, but this is just to help make things better for you, honey.”            “I know.” Back at College doing her homework:            Miho completed the last of her math homework and she pushed her book away at last.  She thought again about her pre-college private English teacher, and she really felt like she wanted him there to comfort her.  As her thoughts turned to the last time they had met, she sighed in contentment for a moment just before realizing that her bottom was getting soaked.  She was peeing her pants right there at the table without him even there just because she thought about him.  She felt her hand down by the front of her crotch and just under her and confirmed that it was puddled there, and her pants were drenched in pee.  She smelled her hand like the first time he had made her see for herself what she had done, and she looked down.  She had wet her pants completely enough though it was at home and in private.  It still felt really naughty, and embarrassing, and the only good thing was that no one was there to see her do it.  Then she looked up at the clock.  It was almost nine now.            Miho, needing some real care, decided she was going to call her old English teacher.  He promised to be there for her if she needed to talk, and right now, she needed to be comforted.
A Butterfly, a Detective, and... A bunch of rocks? Featuring: Illuminata: http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/harvestmoonrunefactory/images/7/75/Illuminator2.png/revision/latest?cb=20120717051401 & Amber: http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/harvestmoonrunefactory/images/e/e5/Kohaku_normal.png/revision/latest?cb=20120806222553 Contains: Desperation, Wetting. Amber flit her wings happily as she skipped along the forest path. Yokmir Forest had been clear of most of the more aggressive monsters ever since Frey had helped her get free of the magic binding her deep within. Of course, that didn't mean it was completely safe, so she kept close to Illuminata, who was intent on completing a mission given to her by the tired Princess of Selphia earlier that day. The green haired girl giggled at the memory. "Illuminata, I have come to realize I am short on a reagent used in making weapons to better protect Selphia, so I have put together a case." The Princess had announced dramatically, "I require something that can only be found in a region of Yokmir forest, and I can't be bo- Erm, am unable to locate. Take this dossier, and locate as many of these items as you can find." Of course, Ellie had not noticed the stifled giggling that occured as Frey had left, far to occupied with her burning desire to have some fun - and help Selphia in the process. And so Amber had followed, simply shrugging off the thinly disguised busywork with a smile. "Mmm, the flowers smell so nice here..." She noted as she knelt down to pick a wild Moondrop flower. Ellie nodded an affirmative, but it was obvious she had her mind elsewhere. Kneeling made her acutely aware of a pressure she had more or less been ignoring since almost an hour earlier. 'I'm sure Ellie will find the thingy soon, and I can just 'water the flowers' on the way back.' She mused as stood back up, tilting her head as she saw Ellie adjust her monocole. ----------- Inside her mind, Illuminata was debating her next course of action. She and Amber had been unsuccessful in their search - Surprising, since her years of experience in detective work gave her a far greater advantage in such a search compared to the Princess, or so she thought.  She heard Amber mumble something behind her, and nodded instinctively as the wheels turned in her head. 'Round stones... Rocks are usually ragged. What changes that? Erosion. Erosion means water, but we're not at the ruins, so...' "Aha! I've got it!" Illuminata announced with a gleam in her eyes, pumping her fist in the air. "The WATERFALL!" The red haired elf shot Amber a glance and gestured forward. "C'mon! We've got our case in the bag!" Before Amber could so much as blink, Illuminata turned toward the path deeper into the woods, toward the sound of distant running water. "Ellie...!" Amber groused with a fearsome pout as her friend ran off ahead, leaving her to take wing in order to keep up, "Wait for me!" --------------- Finally, Amber had caught up to her long-legged friend, and set down from her flight by the west side of the lagoon. The crash of falling water was loud, and almost a painful reminder of what she needed to do very soon. Ellie, for her part, was currently trying to devise a way to retrieve the stones. "So, if I... No, that wouldn't work. She said she managed to get them caught on her fish hook somehow? ...How do you even catch a round pebble with a hook anyway?" "Ellie, do you think you could dive in and grab them?" Amber suggested hopefully, trying to keep herself distracted from the waterfall as she stood with her thighs pressed tightly together. "Me?" The detective tapped her chin, mulling the idea over. "Hmmm. Well... There are some pretty big fish in there, didn't Frey catch one two meters long here? Fish that big wouldn't be safe to swim around." Amber rolled her eyes. The fishies she had seen in the forest were nowhere that big. The butterfly-girl had a flash of realization, though one that brought a faint blush to her cheeks. "Actually... I can grab them!" Amber announced, drawing a curious look from Ellie, whose head turned fast enough to nearly dislodge her monocle. "You can? Make sure to grab a bunch, I'll sort through them once you've got 'em!" Illuminata grinned. Amber nodded, beginning to throw her dress off in a rush, and as soon as she kicked her shoes off, she dove into the deep pool of the lagoon, swimming deeper and toward the base of the waterfall. The shock of the cold water partially solved the problem of her full bladder, and when Amber's body gave the message that she needed to pee, she simply let go as she swam, smiling as she felt relief as the faint yellow cloud trailed behind and below her. By the time she reached the bed of pebbles at the bottom of the basin a few seconds later, she was done, and simply scooped up an armful of pebbles and let herself float back to the surface, Letting out a satisfied sigh as she shook her head off. "Got 'em, Ellie!" The detective laughed as she helped Amber back onto dry land. "You know, Amber..." "Huh? What is it, Ellie?" "You could have let me know, instead of doing that to those poor fish." Illuminata teased, "You can't get past my powers of perception!" "Y'know, I learned a long time ago from Dylas that fish do worse in their own water!" Amber retorted, her cheeks only faintly pink. ------ And so, Amber, after a bout of further teasing, had flown back to the Castle in Selphia ahead of Illuminata with a sizable bag of adequately eroded pebbles in hand. Frey was nowhere to be seen, and so she simply placed the bag in the mailbox out front. Request fulfilled, she hurried home to set up something... Special, for her best friend, giggling as she imagined the look upon Ellie's face. Part 1/2, To be continued!
A Butterfly, a Detective, and... A bunch of rocks? Part 2/2 Amber hummed happily to herself while she prepared the mix of leaves for Ellie's evening tea. "If I add a bit of dandelion to it, that should work!" She stated aloud, knowing well that Ellie would still be on her way back for at least a few minutes longer. Once she was sure the mixture would do as she intended, she put the kettle on - Just as she heard her friend opening the door downstairs. The butterfly-girl smirked. Part One of her plan was complete. Once Ellie had finished her tea, Part Two would commence. ------ Illuminata heaved a sigh as she sat down at the dinner table, flashing a smile at Amber, who looked to be caught up in a book she had borrowed from Frey. "Thanks for putting the tea on, Amber, you're the best sidekick a detective could ask for." Amber giggled and smiled right back. "No problem! Gotta pay you back for letting me stay here somehow, right?" Ellie hummed in affirmative as she sipped her tea. She couldn't quite place what the mix was based on flavor, but dealing in flowers and herbs, she had quite a selection it was bound to happen. 'Volkanon might laugh at me if he knew.' The detective shrugged, and after a pause, sipped again. Amber waited patiently on the other side of the table, pretending to read while she observed. ----- The green haired girl had been about to give up on her tea doing anything of note, but as Ellie had read through her mystery novel, she had finally shown signs of the brew going to work. Crossed legs, fidgeting... It had taken effect! Amber excused herself from the table to head to the bathroom, getting a token "Mmhm." as Ellie powered through her book. ----- After all of the time spent outdoors, Illuminata had needed a pit stop. She procrastinated, promising herself she would go once she had finished her tea. Tea long ago finished, she had been absorbed in her book - She needed to see who the culprit was! Who was slandering the lady aristocrat? - Finally, a pang in her bladder shook her from her book... She realized exactly how long it had been since she had last visited the bathroom, and the thought alone made her wince as she stood up, heading to the bathroom door with legs pressed tightly together. The door was locked. "I'm in here, Ellie!" Amber piped up from inside, "You forgot?" "Not... Exactly." The redheaded elf answered with strain evident in her voice. A cramp shot through her bladder. Reflexively, she gripped at herself through her pants, groaning loudly in complaint. "A-Amber! Please hurry up in there!" Amber stood in front of the toilet, never having had to use it in the first place. Her amusement threatened to boil over into giggles, but she kept her cool. "Umm.. I think I'm gonna be a bit still." She lied, prompting a muffled curse from the detective. The longer Illuminata waited, the harder the pressure bore down against her bladder. She was rapidly reaching her limit. "Amberrrr! Open up, I can't wait anymore!" Amber reached over and flushed the toilet, stepping over to the sink a moment later to keep up the charade. "Just let me wash my hands, Ellie!" She answered, feigning exasperation. Ellie whimpered, banging on the door with eyes squeezed shut as she felt a trickle of pee leak out and dampen her panties. With relief just through the door in front of her, her bladder was not patient, and just as she heard the door unlocking, as soon as she tried to rush forward, she stumbled, landing on her hands and knees as the door opened. The sudden shock was too much, and the floodgates did not break gradually so much as end up smashed open - A gush of hot pee soaked her panties in a flash, forcing onward to saturate the groin of her pants before falling to the floor with a patter - Almost as loud as the hissing that came in waves with every contraction of her bladder. Trails of wetness poured down her legs, meeting with the stream in a growing puddle. Throughout all of this, Illuminata's mind was filled with one thought: 'Relief!', It showed on her face. The beads of sweat that had built up in her stress had ran down to her chin, and each shaky breath was a small sigh of relief. Finally, the torrent subsided, leaving the bathroom almost silent. Amber crouched down by the edge of the golden puddle with a cheeky smile. "You shouldn't tease me about holding it so long when you do the same thing, Ellie!" Illuminata, having caught her breath, pushed off from the floor and brought her knees together to sit, wiping her wet hands on the sides of her pantlegs. She took a deep breath. "So YOU'RE the culprit!" Both girls burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. Fin. Author's note: I am considering keeping any events in these stories in the same continuity, so that they might reference each other and build an overall timeline, a year of events or the like. This would mean that, depending on reader requests and opinions, if a certain pairing of characters happens, the two involved would not be available for other shipping requests. It's just an idea at this point, and I want to know what people think before I 'lock in' to that path or choose another.
This semester is kicking my ass, y'all. I don't know when I'm going to get the chance to write again (or even have the mental space to think up scenarios!), but I managed to get this one out of my mind and into a word document. Hope you're all having a great February!  ***             Will yelped, and Charlie reached down absent-mindedly to rub his younger brother’s head. The boy gurgled happily, while their mother, Jamie, rifled through the clearance racks.             Will leaned into Charlie’s hand, humming. Keeping his brother calm and happy was second nature to Charlie by now. Born when Charlie was 7, Will had been strangled with the umbilical cord during labor, depriving his brain of oxygen and leaving him with severe physical and intellectual disabilities. Now 8 years old, Will was unable to speak or walk on his own and required round-the-clock caregiving.             So when Jamie needed to buy new clothes for the boys, the only viable option was bringing both of them with her. Charlie had grown enough that Jamie wanted him there to try things on, and the boys’ dad, Troy, was at work, so he couldn’t stay at home with Will.             Charlie didn’t mind, of course. He loved his brother. Things were definitely more challenging with Will’s unpredictable medical and emotional needs, but even as a second grader, Charlie had easily adapted to the role of protective older brother, helping around the house and never seeming to mind when the family’s plans had to revolve around Will’s needs (which they often did). Over the past 8 years, Charlie had developed an uncanny ability to make Will laugh or calm him when he was upset better than anyone, even Jamie.             So Charlie had stayed close to his brother’s side, pushing Will’s wheelchair and entertaining the kid while Jamie picked out clothes. Charlie wasn’t exactly picky about what he wore – or really much of anything, preferring to be as unobtrusive as possible – and Jamie had the natural shopping efficiency borne of motherhood, but everything took longer with Will involved.             The mall itself was 20 minutes away, and loading Will’s wheelchair into the van was no quick task. Not wanting to have to make multiple trips, Jamie insisted on getting everything in on go. That meant not only new school clothes for Charlie, but also work pants for Troy, yoga pants for herself, and new shoes for Will, which was a delicate process, to say the least. It had already been nearly 3 hours since they’d left the house.             Charlie shifted back and forth as Jamie pulled a t-shirt off the rack and held it up to check the price. He’d had to pee for at least the last hour and now, the need was intense enough that he decided he didn’t want to risk waiting until they got home.             “Hey, Mom?”             “Mmmm?” Jamie held the t-shirt next to Will, sizing it up.             “Can I-“ But Charlie was cut off by another screech from Will.             “Charlie, honey, can you…” Jamie trailed off, but she didn’t need to finish her sentence. Charlie was already rocking Will’s chair back and forth and humming his brother’s favorite song.             “Thanks, sweetie,” Jamie smiled at her older son. “I think we’re almost done. I’m just gonna check out, and then we can head home.”             Charlie clenched his abs slightly. He really had to pee, but he decided it would be better to wait until after Jamie paid for the latest clothes to try to ask again. He gathered the bags from their previous purchases and pushed Will behind Jamie, following her to the register.             After paying for the clothes, Jamie led her sons back out into the mall. She turned left, to head back toward the car. Knowing that the bathrooms were in the opposite direction, Charlie slowed.             “Hey, Mom?” he asked again.             Jamie turned. “Yeah, sweetie?”             “Can you hang on a sec? I need to-“             But Charlie was cut off again, this time by a choking noise from Will. Jamie and Charlie instantly turned toward the little boy, whose eyes were rolling back in his head.             “Charlie!” Jamie’s cry was automatic, the single name containing a call to action that Charlie had heard hundreds of times before.             He was already moving, gently taking Will’s hand and staring at his watch to keep the time. Jamie had dropped the shopping bags and was digging through the supply bag she kept on Will’s wheelchair. She pulled out the vial of midazolam and held it ready.             Will’s limbs were jerking in a grand mal seizure, his head lolling to the side. Jamie locked the brakes on his wheelchair so he didn’t slide. She crouched down next to Will and looked across the wheelchair tray at Charlie.             “Seventy-eight seconds,” Charlie replied without being asked, indicating the current length of Will’s seizure.             Jamie nodded and stroked the side of Will’s face. “You’re doing great, baby,” she murmured to her younger son.             Charlie kept one eye on his watch. Will’s seizure protocol dictated that the midazolam only be administered if the seizure lasted longer than five minutes. As the second hand crept on, nearing 3 minutes of kept time, Charlie felt an alarming surge from his bladder. He shifted his posture so that his thighs were pressing together.             Time worked funny when Will had a seizure. Every second seemed to stretch infinitely, yet the more dangerous threshold of five minutes approached with alarming rapidity. Of course, his long-delayed need to use the bathroom only compounded the matter.             The mall wasn’t too crowded, but a few people did walk by, staring. Most just kept moving, but Jamie gave a look of thanks-but-we’ve-got-this to the few that looked like they might stop and ask to help.             “Time?” Jamie asked Charlie, steady but urgent.             “Almost four minutes,” Charlie answered.             “Come on baby, come back,” Jamie encouraged, squeezing Will’s hand.             Will’s body jerked severely, rattling the sides of the wheelchair. Charlie stumbled sideways, dropping his hand to steady himself. He winced slightly as he righted himself, checking the time on his watch.             “You OK, hon?”             Charlie nodded in response, hoping his face wasn’t too red, betraying the wet spot of urine that he’d just leaked into his underwear. “Twenty more seconds,” he reported.             Jamie sighed, preparing the vial of medicine. They both knew that if Will’s seizure last longer than 2 and a half minutes, it was likely to last longer than five.             A few seconds later, Charlie signaled his mother, who pulled open Will’s lower lip to insert the medicine between the child’s cheek and gums. The medicine worked quickly, and Will’s convulsions slowed. After one final twitch, Jamie called for time again.             “Five minutes, 28 seconds,” Charlie replied.             “OK. Remember that for when we get home so I can mark it down,” Jamie ordered. She wiped a string of drool from Will’s chin. The younger boy was pale and sweaty.             After a few more minutes of sitting to let everyone catch their breath and make sure Will didn’t have an residual attacks, Jamie hauled herself to her feet.             “Come on, boys,” she said, picking up her dropped shopping bags. “Let’s get home so I can put Will down for a nap.” Drowsiness was a side effect of the medication, so Will would always sleep after a long seizure.             Charlie pushed himself to standing, biting the inside of his lower lip. He had to pee so badly, but there was no way he could leave his mom alone with Will now. They just had to get home.             Will whined pitifully, and Charlie cupped the side of his brother’s face affectionately. Will didn’t speak, but it was fairly easy to tell if he was happy or sad, and seizures never ceased to exhaust him.             The car seemed unaccountably far away, even taking into account the accessible parking space. Charlie started to wheel his brother to the side of the van, but was stopped by Jamie.             “I’m going to change him,” Jamie explained, opening the back hatch. “I don’t want him sitting in it until we get home.”             Charlie could’ve cried. He was already reasonably certain he wasn’t going to make it home dry – after his previous leak, he wasn’t even dry now – but having to help change his brother’s diaper almost certainly was going to make his own situation worse.             Still, Charlie parked Will’s chair behind the van and leaned down to start unbuckling his brother. Will wasn’t too heavy, but it was always safer to move him with two people, especially when they weren’t at home. Jamie smoothed out a changing pad and pulled a clean diaper from the supply bag. Then she turned and lifted Will from his chair to lay him in the back of the van, with Charlie staying close to guide him. Charlie hadn’t quite hit his full growth spurt yet, so he was still small and skinny, but he’d been helping with his brother for years, and Jamie trusted him.             At the moment, however, Charlie didn’t trust himself. He felt on the very edge of losing control and peeing everywhere. As much as he wanted to assist his mother, his attention was naturally taken with keeping from completely disgracing himself.             Charlie didn’t exactly have a ton of experience around infants, but he was sure that changing Will’s diaper was a much lengthier process. Jamie was practiced, but Will’s limbs were uncooperative, and even undersized 8-year-olds were harder to move around than babies. Charlie couldn’t help twisting his hips, trusting that Jamie’s focus was entirely on his brother. He felt another leak, but still didn’t risk holding himself. He had to keep his hands free in case Jamie needed him.             Jamie slid Will’s sweats back over his hips, and Charlie automatically reached forward to help her transfer the boy back to his chair. Will was still listless and pale, but he smiled slightly when Charlie strapped him into his chair. Charlie managed to smile back, even though the movements and crouching were deadly to his control. After he repositioned Will’s tray, Charlie glanced down. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he could see a stain at his crotch. He closed his eyes and re-clenched his sphincter.             Jamie was already on the side of the van, maneuvering the mechanical lift. When the platform was safely on the ground, Charlie wheeled Will’s chair forward and locked the wheels in place. He stood close to the chair, hoping that Jamie couldn’t see the possible wetness on his pants.             Charlie got busy locking Will’s chair in place in the van. Jamie shut the side door and walked around to the driver’s side, leaving Charlie to finish bucking Will before settling himself into the seat behind Jamie.             “Everything set back there?” Jamie called.             “Yeah, we’re good,” Charlie lied. He’d buckled Will in perfectly, but as soon as he sat down, he’d shoved his hand between his legs, cutting of the most recent leak. His tight grip was literally the only thing keeping him from wetting himself, though the fabric of his jeans was substantially damp beneath his palm.             He was tired. Almost certainly not as tired as Will, of course, but Charlie’s own adrenaline crash left him shaking, but he couldn’t afford to relax. So instead of physical relief, Charlie’s weariness sublimated into consuming embarrassment and self-revulsion.             He felt so stupid! How could he have let himself get into this situation? He was supposed to be the one who wasn’t any trouble, who could take care of himself. That was literally his one job as a son, to make sure his parents didn’t have to worry about him. And here he sat, 15 years old and on the verge of having an accident all over the car.             Another spurt soaked into Charlie’s pants. He tried not to squirm and draw attention to himself, but his desperation was overtaking his entire body. He felt his control slipping, but refused to give up entirely.             The car ride was silent. Jamie hadn’t bothered to turn on the radio, and even Will wasn’t making any humming or gurgling noises.             And all the while, Charlie was gripping himself til his hand was numb, but it wasn’t enough to stop the leaking. Soon, a large stain spread across his lap, soaking toward his knees. Charlie shuddered and pressed his legs together with each leak. He knew his pants were a lost cause, but he was doing all he could to keep from making a mess of the car seat.             As Jamie steered the car onto their street, Charlie hung his head in anticipation of having his mom find out what he’d done. He fought back tears, briefly wondering how he could have leaked so much, but still have to go so badly.             Charlie barely noticed when Jamie pulled into the garage. He felt his lower lip trembling as she parked the car and walked around to open the side door. He didn’t move even when she started fiddling with the lift mechanism.             “Hey, honey, can you unlock Will’s chair, please?” Jamie requested.             Charlie blinked back tears. “Mom,” he choked, his voice trembling noticeably.             Jamie’s head jerked up at the sound of her elder son’s distress. He didn’t make eye contact, but the dome light illuminated the incriminating darkness in his lap.             “Oh, Charlie,” she murmured, stunned and pitying the teen.             Charlie’s stomach dropped even further. He couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing his mother. “I-“ he started to apologize, but couldn’t get the words out.             “It’s OK, honey,” Jamie assured him. “Just go change.”             “But…” Charlie looked in Will’s direction, still unable to say anything else.             “I got him, honey,” Jamie said softly. “It’s OK, I promise.”             Charlie hesitated, but he still really had to go, so he finally unbuckled his own seatbelt and scrambled out his side door and into the house.             There was a bathroom closer to the garage, but Charlie was compelled to the back of the house, to the bathroom by his bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind him, still clutching between his legs. He turned to the toilet, but he couldn’t move his hand long enough to unzip his pants.             Wriggling frantically, Charlie finally sat down on the toilet in defeat, peeing through his pants. The feeling of more hot liquid soaking into his jeans felt awful, and he felt a tear slip down his cheek, but at least he wasn’t making a mess on the floor to be cleaned up. The odd, uneven sound of urine dripping into the toilet only served to deepen his mortification.             Finally empty, Charlie stood and peeled of his clinging pants and underwear. Disgusted at the feeling of piss on his legs, he decided to shower before taking his soiled clothes to the washing machine.             He showered quickly and could hear Jamie coming out of Will’s room after putting him to bed. Charlie hesitated before leaving the bathroom, not wanting to walk past his mom holding his wet clothes. She knew, of course, but Charlie really didn’t feel like being explicitly reminded of his humiliating failure.             Wrapping a towel around his waist, Charlie peeked out into the hallway. It was clear, so he snuck out to the laundry room, threw his pants into the washing machine, and hurried back to his room to change.             Sighing, Charlie sat on his bed for a moment, trying to quell the lingering shudders that wracked his body. He wanted to hide forever, but…he had to help get dinner ready. It was something he always did. His mom would be expecting it.             The hallway was quiet; Will was asleep, and Charlie couldn’t hear Jamie. Part of him hoped that she was in the office, paying bills or something. Cautiously, he turned into the kitchen.             “Hey, honey.” Jamie was sitting at the island bar, a glass of wine in front of her.             Charlie teared up almost instantly. “I’m…” he stammered. “I’m sorry.”             “Oh, Charlie,” Jamie hopped off the stool and wrapped her elder son in a hug. “Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for.”             “I-“ Charlie was crying for real now. He hated what he did, he hated himself. He would’ve done anything to take back the events of the afternoon. “I s-shouldn’t h-have…”             “Shhh,” Jamie soothed, rubbing his back. “Sweetheart, it’s OK. You just had an accident, that’s all.”             Charlie let out a pained sob. He shouldn’t have had an accident. He should’ve been better, he should’ve been able to hold it.             Jamie didn’t know what else to say, so she just held her son tightly for a few minutes.             Sniffling, Charlie eventually got his breathing under control enough to speak, to explain himself. “I s-shouldn’t have peed my p-pants. I had to go and I wanted to, but Will n-needed me, and then he had a seizure, and I c-couldn’t…” He trailed off again, overcome with shame.             Jamie frowned in pity. She guided him over to the bar stools to sit down.             “Baby, I wish I could tell you that you don’t have to worry about taking care of your brother or that his needs will never interfere with yours, but we both know that’s not true.”             Charlie wiped a tear from his face, keeping his eyes down.             “But sweetheart,” Jamie continued, squeezing Charlie’s hand, “I don’t ever want you to think that I don’t know just how much you do for your brother and for this family. I know, and I’m incredibly grateful for it.”             Charlie shrugged, half comforted and half embarrassed that he needed comforting.             Jamie reached over to hug her son again. “Honey, I can’t promise that you’ll never have to help with Will, even when it’s inconvenient or you want or need to do something else, but baby, I promise, I promise that you can always ask.”             Charlie’s lip started to tremble at the unintended implication that he should have known better than to just piss himself without even saying anything.             Seeing Charlie’s face crumple, Jamie tried again. “Charlie, please don’t feel bad, honey. This wasn’t your fault. I know you were just trying to help and do what you think I needed. But Charlie,” Jamie gently reached for the teen’s chin and tilted his face toward her. “You’re my son, too. And I want you to be safe and happy, just like your brother. I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t tell me what you need, OK?”             Charlie nodded morosely, not quite ready to feel better. But he pasted on a smile for his mom. He didn’t want her to worry.
A rough draft written in a hurry one night.  To be revised later.  Comments and critiques encouraged! She was a lovely sight to wake up to.  She was reclining in a sensual position near the edge of the bed with her head propped on her elbow.  The pose accentuated her hips.  The thin cover just barely kept her decent.  She was smiling at him with her eyelids slightly narrowed in a sultry expression.  It looked like she was waiting for him to wake up and see her.   "Good morning," he said as he slowly recovered from his deep sleep.  "I have something to tell you." He didn't say anything.  His expression was blank and sleepy. "Aren't you going to guess?" she asked.  She climbed over the bed until their faces were close.  Almost kissing.  "It's something personal," she whispered. "Sorry, dear.  I'm not good at guessing games."  He pulled his face away from hers so he could yawn and stretch.  "Not this early." "I'm feeling it now!" she announced.  She flashed her sweetheart a naughty grin. "Good for you," he said sleepily.  "I don't know what that means." "You don't?" she pouted.  Remember last night in bed?" He tried, but it was like trying to see through murky water.  They stayed late at their friend's wedding reception.  His last memory was the ride home. "I'm sorry," he eventually replied.  "I had a lot to drink last night." "You were frisky last night.  Don't you remember?  Especially when we went to bed.  You were getting really lively!  I told you to cool it 'cause I wasn't feeling it.  And you did.  You were a good boy.  But you said to make sure to tell you the next time I was feeling it.  I'm feeling it now."  With those words, she pulled him close in an amorous embrace. "I have something personal to tell you," he whispered when their faces were close. "What is it?" asked the smiling, playful woman. "My bladder's about to explode." She giggled and leaped out of bed. "Race you to the bathroom!" He got up and ran after her but he didn't stand a chance.  He was striff and groggy and she had a head start.  He had second thoughts about mentioning his painful need for relief because he might've piqued his lover's interest.  Every now and then she'd decide to treat his bladder as a plaything.  Sometimes it was only a brief tease.  Other times it was a domination game that lasted for hours. He didn't know how it would play out today. By the time he got to the bathroom door it was only open a crack.  The face of his beloved was peeking out with a mischievous smile. "I won!" "Good for you!  Seriously, can I get in?  I have to go pretty bad." "You went straight to bed without a potty break last night didn't you?" "I must have." "Next time you'll know better!" she sang as she closed the door. "Seriously, can I come in?" She opened it a crack.  "Boys and girls aren't allowed in the same bathroom," she teased.  She stuck out her tongue at him and closed the door. "Fine!  Be silly like that," he said.  He could've sat down but his mind was fixed so eagerly in the thought of using the toilet that he stood outside the door.  That didn't mean he stood still.  He rocked and squirmed with the pain of his bladder which now seemed twice as stretched as before. She kept teasing him even while he was shut out.  Instead of simply sitting down she hopped up onto the toilet seat.  She dropped into a crouch and shot out a golden jet with as much force as her body could manage.  She wanted him to hear.  It hissed and splattered and turned the toilet bowl into rumbling rapids. "Eeoommm!" she moaned with exaggerated relief.  "That feels so good!  Oh yes!  That's just what I needed." "Can you hurry up?" she heard from outside the door.  The frustration in his voice came through loud and clear. "It's rude to rush a lady," she said as her stream was losing force. "Please, darling.  Be considerate of my feelings." "I could finish up in a second and let you in," she said when her stream had stopped. "Thank you." "Or I could not," she added. Her fullness was gone but there was still a bit left in her bladder.  She forced a jet out.  A brief tinkling filled the air.  After a moment she shot off another one. "You have do be about finished by now.  Right?" "Don't rush me.  I felt a little something in my tummy.  I could have a BM coming on!" "No!" he protested. "Be polite.  Let me go potty in peace." She finished emptying her bladder.  Then she slowly and deliberately reached for the toilet paper and ripped the last two squares off.  Just as slowly and just as deliberately she dabbed her womanhood dry.  She lowered herself into a sitting position and waited for the next development.   She doubted she would really need to do anything more on the toilet but she sat there anyway.  She could hear the sounds of her beloved's bare feet as he paced outside the hall.  He was really getting uncomfortable.  She just sat there and let him get more uncomfortable.  She was beginning to get bored when he called to her again. "Can I come in now?" She pulled up her panties and put down the lid but didn't flush.  Soon the couple was talking through the open door. "I'm done usi...!" she started to say in a cheerful voice but she noticed something that made her stop.  Her lover had just taken his hands off his tighty-whities and nonchalantly put his arms to his sides when she opened the door. "Were you holding your crotch?" she asked with a giggle. He blushed and nervously mumbled something incomprehensible. "It's all right," she teased.  "You can stick your hands in your undies and hold your pee-pee shut if you have to.  You can even do the potty dance.  I understand little boys have trouble holding their wee-wee in." He got more red and she got more giggly.  There wasn't a word exchanged for a moment.  He obviously wanted her to let him in the bathroom but didn't know how. After some moments of awkwardness he did something unexpected.  He stepped up to the ajar door and kissed his sweetheart. "You're so cute!" he said when he'd finished.  "You've still got that girlish mischief in you.  It's one of the many things that make you so lovable." He was trying to charm her into letting him urinate.  She took it in a different direction. "You're lovable too."  She kissed him back.  This kiss was longer and more passionate.  "Do you still want to make love this morning?" "Yes!" he answered without hesitation. "Then I'd better get clean!" she said.  "I'll be in the shower." His smile fell into a frown.  His eyes lost their gleam and opened wide with horror. "Can I use the toilet while you use the shower?" he asked breathlessly.  He knew the answer. "I'm afraid I'm not comfortable with that," she said as she shut the door once more. A minute later she got a great idea.  A naughty idea.  She opened the door all the way. "I'm sorry I teased you," she said.  "You're not a little boy." Her almost-naked body embraced his.  She could feel the tension in his muscles and the big hard bladder in his abdomen. "You're a big boy," she said in a seductive voice.  She twisted around his body and lowered her voice until she was whispering in his ear.  "And you know what big boys can do?" "What's that?" asked the amorous man. "Hold it," she answered.  Before he knew it his special lady was back inside the bathroom and the door was locked. She spent an hour cleaning herself under the shower-head and preening herself in front of the mirror.   That mischievous woman didn't know what state her man would be in when she came out of the bathroom again.  Maybe he would've used a jar to relieve himself.  Or the bathroom at the convenience store down the block.  Or maybe he'd be perfectly composed because he wanted to show how good his control was.  Maybe he was waiting to force his way to the toilet the second the lock clicked. She opened the door and casually strolled out wearing only a towel.  She grinned a diabolical grin when she saw him.  A special womanly thrill passed through her body as she took in the sight of her strong masculine lover reduced to a little boy. He still hadn't gotten dressed or left the sight of the bathroom door.  He was sitting in a chair in the next room with his legs tightly crossed.  He carefully uncrossed his legs and slowly stood up.  As soon as he was out of the chair he was clutching the manly bulge in his underwear and his legs were twirling his body back and forth in an impatient squirm.  He wasn't even trying to hide his desperation.  He looked like he could have an accident at any second. "Please!" he said.  It was sort of an immature whine and sort of a desperate cry. "Soon," said the still-smiling woman.  "Stand up straight like a man!" He straightened his legs and stood as tall as he could.  He took one hand off his groin but hesitated with the other. "Hands on your sides!" she ordered.  He obeyed.  Her eyes got big. There was a spot on the front of his underwear.  The white cotton was dark and yellow right where it bulged in the front. "Uh-oh!  Having a little trouble there?" He said nothing.  The only thing she got from him was red cheeks. "Hold still."  She walked up to him and took him by the arms.  "Keep holding," she said as she started to pull him downward.   He winced and made a half-hearted try to stop her. "Spread your legs," she said.  "Come down to my eye-level." He complied.  The wet spot got bigger.  Soon a little liquid was making it out of the underwear.  His legs splayed wider and his body sank lower until the lovers were face-to-face.  Little trickles made their way down his hairy legs.  Little droplets dripped on the wooden floor. She looked into his eyes.  They looked innocent.  Vulnerable.  That excited her more. "Are we done here?" he squeaked.  "This has gone pretty far.  Even for one of your teasing sessions." "I'm done."  She held him in place as she kissed him long and hard.  He fought it at first but gave into the sweetness.  He put so much attention into that kiss he relaxed the hold on his bladder.  The trickling and pitter-patting accelerated.  When the two sets of loving lips finally parted there was a little puddle on the floor. "I'd like to go now," he said.  She still held him tight.  He was still in a painful position. "Wouldn't you like to go right here?" He was silent.  She pointed to the saturated front of his underwear and then to the tiny pond beneath him. "You already started.  Wouldn't you like to finish?  Wouldn't you like to let everything go and bask in the sensation of relief?  Wouldn't that just be great?" He closed his eyes and nodded. She let go of her sweetheart.  He wobbled for a moment and fell backwards.  He ended up sitting on his bottom with his hands holding him half-way upright and his half-bent legs jutting forward.  The dark spot on his tighty-whities turned a glistening yellow as it became overwhelmed with liquid.  It evacuated the waterlogged fabric in two streams that soon fused into a single violent waterfall.  It was coming faster and faster and hitting the wood harder and harder.  The new pool on the floor soon grew large enough to engulf the first one. She watched her lover's on-purpose accident with unrestrained glee. He threw his head back and groaned with relief.  It changed the position of his body.  The downward rush of a waterfall became the upward spurt of a geyser.  It flowed out at that angle for some time before the dwindling pressure changed its course.  When he sat up the eruption turned into an outward flow.  He was now in the middle of a gleaming golden lake. His sweetheart had been crouching in front of the bathroom door staring wordlessly at the spectacle the entire time.  Now that the flow had ebbed she stood up and walked over to him.  She held out her arms and strained to pull her muscular man up to an upright position.  Soon they were both standing.  He was dripping furiously. "Put your foot up." He obliged and she whipped off her towel and laid it on the puddle.  He put it back down on the towel. "Now put the other one up," she said.  When he did she unfolded the towel to catch the rest of the wet mess. "Now hold still."  With no other warning she pulled his soggy underwear down to his feet.  Now they were both completely naked. "I'm feeling it right now," she said with a sultry smile.  "And I don't mind a wet bed."
This is fiction based on quite a lot of fact.  John had to go to a different town to work, He was 19 and getting on well in his job, but had not yet totally overcome problems that had kept him in diapers until he was 7 or 8 and led to a lot of anxiety and sometimes humiliation in his teen years.His folks arranged for him to stay with a distant relative near his work John had met aunt Mary and her husband Jeff a few times and remembered they had a few kids. As John left home his mum whispered "I had a word with Mary and she said she had a mattress protector on your bed, so you don't need to worry".  If this was supposed to be reassuring, anyone seeing John turn bright red with shame would have realised it wast the wrong thing to say.. Two hours later John arrived in the new town and got off the train. He had to take a bus and was going to be met at the bus station in the smaller town where his aunt's family lived.Having misread the directions he got on the right bus, but it was going the wrong way.. He got off as soon as he realised, crossed the road and after while got on the right bus.  By now he was aware he needed a toilet, but tried to think of other things.  The pressure on is small bladder got worse, but he managed to hold his pee until he reached his stop.  Getting off the bus with a heavy suitcase was too big an ask for his control mechanism and he felt a spurt of hot pee run into his jockey shorts.  Thankfully he regained control and wasn't too worried because it wasn't the first tome and he had (as usual) worn black pants so that any leakages were not too obvious. He was met by his uncle Jeff and a youth of his own age, Jeff's son Eric.  They walked for about half a mile and John was very worried as he could hardly hold his pee. If there had been any opportunity he would have gone behind a bush to relieve himself, but they were walking along a busy high street, and all he could do was hold on as best he could. They arrived at the house and immediately John asked if he could use the toilet. Eric took him upstairs to the bathroom.  It was the stairs that were John's undoing. By the time he reached the toilet bowl he was already peeing and fumbled to open his fly before his pants were a total disaster. Deciding to make the best of it John did up his pants and went back downstairs where he was introduced to Eric's younger brothers aged 7 and 10. If John wasn't embarrassed enough already, he went bright red when his Aunt said to him,in front of the family "Your mum told me of your bed time problem, its nothing to worry about and Eric will tell you what to do if it happens". Uncle Jeff said "don't look so worried -you won't be the only one in the house springing a leak, I expect your dad told you it runs in the family". Dinner was going to be on the table in about half an hour and Eric took John up to he room they would be sharing. John unpacked his case and looked at the twin beds. Eric told him which was his and as he sat on it he heard the familiar crinkle of the thick plastic sheet covering the mattress. Eric saw that John had noticed and said "Mines the same" as he sat down and grinned. John asked "do you,,,,,," and Eric replied "Yes quite a lot actually.". John then said "Does your mum mind much?". Eric told him that she didn't make a fuss and that the younger boys had accidents in the day sometimes and it was no big deal. While they had been talking John had been unpacking  and was putting his underwear away. He decided that Eric could be trusted and said "I.was bursting by the time we got here"  Eric said "I thought you didn't make it quite in time, but didn't mention it downstairs- mum doesn't always realise people can be sensitive". John asked "will she mind" and Eric told him not to worry. and said he would show him what to do.  They went to the bathroom and Eric showed John a cupboard that had shelves and on the floor a large bucket with a lid. On the shelves sere piles of underwear and bed sheets.  Eric said he had been asked by his mum to suggest that John slept in his underwear rather than pyjamas so as to save having too any thing to wash if he pee'd the bed. He also explained that especially at night the "emergency" underwear in the cupboard was used by anyone who needed it. John asked which underpants he should wear and was told it was best to use the emergency ones which were really "trainer" pants made out of absorbent "diaper" material.  Eric said, I wear those a lot,especially at night. John replied that he had had similar ones when he was younger and would feel comfortable in them.  Eric announced he needed a pee and pushed down his track suit bottoms.  John was busy getting out of his soggy Y fronts and for a moment they glanced at each other. Eric saw the very obvious wetness in John's brand new ,fresh on today shorts,  John saw the yellowed front of Eric's white briefs which were in the same state as those he had left behind at home.  Their eyes met and both grinned. Eric said "I think we will get along just fine"  and giving his equipment a quick shake pulled up his jogging bottoms.
This is fiction based on quite a lot of fact.  John had to go to a different town to work, He was 19 and getting on well in his job, but had not yet totally overcome problems that had kept him in diapers until he was 7 or 8 and led to a lot of anxiety and sometimes humiliation in his teen years.His folks arranged for him to stay with a distant relative near his work John had met aunt Mary and her husband Jeff a few times and remembered they had a few kids. As John left home his mum whispered "I had a word with Mary and she said she had a mattress protector on your bed, so you don't need to worry".  If this was supposed to be reassuring, anyone seeing John turn bright red with shame would have realised it wast the wrong thing to say.. Two hours later John arrived in the new town and got off the train. He had to take a bus and was going to be met at the bus station in the smaller town where his aunt's family lived.Having misread the directions he got on the right bus, but it was going the wrong way.. He got off as soon as he realised, crossed the road and after while got on the right bus.  By now he was aware he needed a toilet, but tried to think of other things.  The pressure on is small bladder got worse, but he managed to hold his pee until he reached his stop.  Getting off the bus with a heavy suitcase was too big an ask for his control mechanism and he felt a spurt of hot pee run into his jockey shorts.  Thankfully he regained control and wasn't too worried because it wasn't the first tome and he had (as usual) worn black pants so that any leakages were not too obvious. He was met by his uncle Jeff and a youth of his own age, Jeff's son Eric.  They walked for about half a mile and John was very worried as he could hardly hold his pee. If there had been any opportunity he would have gone behind a bush to relieve himself, but they were walking along a busy high street, and all he could do was hold on as best he could. They arrived at the house and immediately John asked if he could use the toilet. Eric took him upstairs to the bathroom.  It was the stairs that were John's undoing. By the time he reached the toilet bowl he was already peeing and fumbled to open his fly before his pants were a total disaster. Deciding to make the best of it John did up his pants and went back downstairs where he was introduced to Eric's younger brothers aged 7 and 10. If John wasn't embarrassed enough already, he went bright red when his Aunt said to him,in front of the family "Your mum told me of your bed time problem, its nothing to worry about and Eric will tell you what to do if it happens". Uncle Jeff said "don't look so worried -you won't be the only one in the house springing a leak, I expect your dad told you it runs in the family". Dinner was going to be on the table in about half an hour and Eric took John up to he room they would be sharing. John unpacked his case and looked at the twin beds. Eric told him which was his and as he sat on it he heard the familiar crinkle of the thick plastic sheet covering the mattress. Eric saw that John had noticed and said "Mines the same" as he sat down and grinned. John asked "do you,,,,,," and Eric replied "Yes quite a lot actually.". John then said "Does your mum mind much?". Eric told him that she didn't make a fuss and that the younger boys had accidents in the day sometimes and it was no big deal. While they had been talking John had been unpacking  and was putting his underwear away. He decided that Eric could be trusted and said "I.was bursting by the time we got here"  Eric said "I thought you didn't make it quite in time, but didn't mention it downstairs- mum doesn't always realise people can be sensitive". John asked "will she mind" and Eric told him not to worry. and said he would show him what to do.  They went to the bathroom and Eric showed John a cupboard that had shelves and on the floor a large bucket with a lid. On the shelves sere piles of underwear and bed sheets.  Eric said he had been asked by his mum to suggest that John slept in his underwear rather than pyjamas so as to save having too any thing to wash if he pee'd the bed. He also explained that especially at night the "emergency" underwear in the cupboard was used by anyone who needed it. John asked which underpants he should wear and was told it was best to use the emergency ones which were really "trainer" pants made out of absorbent "diaper" material.  Eric said, I wear those a lot,especially at night. John replied that he had had similar ones when he was younger and would feel comfortable in them.  Eric announced he needed a pee and pushed down his track suit bottoms.  John was busy getting out of his soggy Y fronts and for a moment they glanced at each other. Eric saw the very obvious wetness in John's brand new ,fresh on today shorts,  John saw the yellowed front of Eric's white briefs which were in the same state as those he had left behind at home.  Their eyes met and both grinned. Eric said "I think we will get along just fine"  and giving his equipment a quick shake pulled up his jogging bottoms.
Here is the original summary: A sortcore furry novella showing two sexually inexperienced young adults and their interactions as they learn about each other as friends, objects of desire, and lovers, through the exploration of their beliefs and their bodies. I have this uploaded on a couple of furry sites, but I figured it would be appropriate here as well considering that it is omorashi oriented. This is maybe a year or so old, so the content of the writing is fairly embarrassing, but somebody asked me to continue an older, similar story to this called Ally, so I decided to upload this instead. If you're interested in other furry omorashi stories--all of which are more recent and higher quality in terms of prose than this--please check the links in my profile that lead to my inkbunny and furaffinity accounts. I will upload another chapter every few days, but all that is currently written for this is currently uploaded to my inkbunny and fa accounts. I will start with the first two chapters, since the omorashi does not begin until chapter two. Chapter One: "God... that feels amazing." "It really does. Shame everyday can't be like this." The wind smelled of pine and the beams of sunlight peaking through the leaves of the Tree helped off-set the cool weather. Each gust of wind caused an uproar, rattling the head of the Tree, and blowing leaves all about the woods to the west. Xavier's hand lingered to his side, plucking blades of grass from their roosts. He twiddled his fingers together, crushing each blade into a tight ball, and tossing it to the nether. Next to him was a beautiful woman -- though he did not dare put his hands on her. It wasn't as if he didn't crave. Grass was the last thing he wanted to feel between his fingers, but his hands remained between their hips, as he was not willing to risk something so special over greed and lust. All he needed was patience. She had become increasingly comfortable with him as their relationship developed, and he could tell that she wanted it too. "Have you ever traveled?" He looked over at her in response. "Wait..." She looked at him and squinted. "Have I asked you that before?" He chuckled. "I don't think so, but you might of. I could have forgotten... And to answer your question, I haven't. Well, unless you count here." "Oh yeeeaaaah, you came down here from up north..." She looked back up at the sky. "You must be liking the weather even more than me." "Oh, you can't even imagine." "Not a fan of the cold?" "I don't really think anybody is when you lived somewhere as cold I did... I am sure it is a lot nicer down here, though." She looked at him with a look of excitement. "Our winters are great. I mean, you get your cold days, like, the kinds of days that you might even put on a jacket for, but honestly, it is just really nice most of the time. If anything, it gets too hot..." "I've heard bad things about the summers." "Ugh! The summers are terrible! When he looked over, she was again looking at the sky. Reflexively, his eyes shot down her body, admiring it. He couldn't believe someone so real and down to earth could have a body like hers; like something out of a fantasy. His hand clutched the ground as he also turned to face the clouds. In his peripheries, he saw her look over at him. She examined him for only a few moments before looking back toward the clouds as well. Xavier forced his mind back into focus. "And what about you? Have you ever traveled." He turned to face her, this time stealing a glance of her body before looking to her face, in a means so rapid and inconspicuous it startled even him. "Wait.... Have I asked you that before" She giggled. "No, I've never been anywhere other than here. I've been to the city before, but as you've seen, there isn't much going on there." "Never seen any... skyscrapers, or anything like that?" "Nope. Nothing even close. Unless you count movies and the internet and stuff. Biggest building I ever saw was for some bank building when we went to the city. Or maybe one of the hotels.... Either way, they were big, but they weren't really all that big." "No, I know what you mean. I've never really seen anything that big myself." "Even in the city?" "Nah, our city didn't really have anything that impressive. I saw some decently large ones like you described pretty often, but they tend to... lose their oomf I guess." "Did you ever stay in any of them? The hotels?" "Have I ever stayed in a hotel?" "You know! The big ones." "Yes, I've stayed in big hotels." "And was it on the higher floors?" "That... I can't really remember. I was pretty young." "... You answered my question like you had." She responded with mild annoyance. "I answered the question that you asked. Nothing more. Nothing less." He smiled. "Hmf." "... And what about you?" "What about me? Have I ever stayed in a big hotel? You should know I haven't." "I should?" "Yes. Why would ever have a reason to stay in a big hotel if I've never left the state?" "I... suppose that is true." He squinted. "But its a little presumptuous." "I disagree. Sometimes people should be presumptuous." "... But then how do you disagree? You just said it is presumptuous." "That wasn't my point. I was just saying that... presuming would have made more sense than what you did." "What I did?" "Yes, you took the easy way out. You could have assumed that I have never stayed in a hotel, it would have been perfectly reasonable." "And was what I said not reasonable?" "No, just spineless.". "Well..." There was silence following his verbal defeat. With anyone else, it would have been awkward, but with Erin there was a sense of mutual recognition, and they accepted it wordlessly. Each moment spent together was better than if it had been spent apart, and this was the only truth they needed to undo any degree of awkwardness that might linger. They remained silent for a number of minutes. Xavier's focus shifted back to the atmosphere surrounding them. There wasn't anywhere he would have rather been. "Xavier...?" A rare tone for her: inquisitive but cautious. "Yeah?" She paused for a few moments before speaking: "Have you...?" Her voice quickly trailed off. "... Have I what?" "No... it's nothing." "Nothing...? Are you sure? Because now you have me curious." "It isn't important." "Isn't important implies it is still a thing... You can't just leave me hanging. Come oooon." She paused for a moment, before swallowing and looking over at Xavier. "Have you ever touched, like... a breast?" She bobbed her chin downward, as if she were motioning toward her own. "Uh," he chuckled, "what?" "Yeah, yeah, it was nothing." "Oh. Oh, no. It was definitely something. It was extremely something." "It really wasn't." They were both silent. Xavier did not feel uncomfortable, but he could not confidently say for Erin; though his continuous staring at her made it abundantly clear the topic had not been dropped. He sighed. "Honestly? No. I am embarrassed to admit that, but no, I've never touched... a breast." "Oh." She had an uncharacteristic lack of emotion in her voice. "That's good." "... That's good? Why is that good?" She blushed. "Am I supposed to want you to have touched breasts?" "I honestly didn't think you'd care." He laughed. She didn't respond for several moments. Xavier worried he had offended her, but couldn't get an accurate read on her expression. "Do you wanna touch mine-?" "-Yeah, that would be awesome." She looked at him, blushing harder, looking violated as she crossed her arms over her chest. "God, you didn't have to reply so quick." He chuckled. "Sorry." "It is like you knew what I was going to say..." "I guess my mind just kinda honed in... Can you blame me?" Their was a brief silence as the stealth compliment registered in her brain. He waited for her to follow up, worrying she would change her mind and retract the offer. But staring into the amorphous patterns of white and crimson that covered her black fur left him feeling hopeful and even confident. She uncrossed her arms and adjusted herself, sighing as her face became emotionless. "Okay, I am ready." "So, I can touch them?" She licked her bottom lip nervously. "Yeah." He swallowed heavily, hoping she did not overhear it. His hand balled into a fist as he wondered how he should do it. Was he to do it quickly? And in that display his politeness and restraint? Or would that in fact insist a lack of passion, and peg him as the unromantic type? Would he do it slowly, and savor the experience? Or would this land him a spot in her mind as lewd and disconcerting? Could he just ask her? Why did such a question feel taboo in the first place? How did such a pleasurable moment become a test of this personality? ...Or was it intended to be that? He silenced his thoughts, knowing they had become presumptuous and absurd. There was only one answer to his question and it wasn't in his thoughts, but in his body. He lifted his hand, heart about to burst from his chest, and he placed it gently on her breast, taking note of the surprising softness of the fur in that area. Her eyes closed, and when he pressed down, she pushed back with her chest. He lightly squeezed, and she moaned to herself, quickly captivated by the moment. Xavier figured they were no bigger than b-cups, but they matched her shape well. She had a fairly average build, but slightly bottom heavy, with hips and thighs that were large enough to stand out in intimate settings, but conservative enough to go unnoticed in casual ones. He squeezed again and let his hand linger for several more moments before begrudgingly pulling away. When he removed his hand her eyes opened, and through a mask of red, she glanced at him, before quickly looking away. It was a candid moment for her, and with her permission, he had not only the right to observe it, but the pleasure of causing it. It was apparent through his experience that the social test he perceived was not for him, but for them, and the pressure had been equal for them both. "Well?" She asked, seeming offended. "It was amazing." "... Good." "It seemed like you enjoyed it too." "Well..." He took solace in his verbal victory, having equaled the score. But of even bigger concern was the question of what to do next-- a question that, strangely enough, had only just then occurred to him. Was he to pursue the obvious romantic que which had been dropped, or play the cool route and let things happen as they would? And then, as if his current conundrum wasn't complex enough, there was the unspoken reaction of the heterosexual male in hand-to-breast situations. He was afraid to look down, feeling the tension quickly growing in his lower body --much to his dismay. She was not going to be the only one put in a directly vulnerable position that day, and no matter how he tried to relax himself, he knew once the process had begun, there was no stopping it. Surely, she would notice it, and then what? Would she comment on it? Would she be pleased by the sight? Disturbed? Surprised? Or even stranger, expectant... Then again, maybe expecting it was the most normal thing a person could do. He pondered this, trying to think of way to avoid the awkward situation that was awaiting him when she inevitably noticed the extra half foot protruding from his body. It was then he was struck with an epiphany, something that felt both comfortable and progressive, without being cliched -- but bold and not without its risks. He swallowed, knowing the next few moments, regardless of what he did, would be emotionally stressful; though in their stress he found a taste of something potent and enslaving, and so he took deep pleasure in this state, finding its rawness appealing. "Hey, Erin." She looked over at him curiously, with a glassy expression that was reflective, honest, and above all, fragile. "Have you ever kissed a guy?" Her eyes widened slightly and her lips parted. She quickly fixed her expression, catching her own candicy after the fact. She was left red and consumed. "I..." She blinked. "I..." A smile crept on her lips. Before she could answer, a wave of amusement seemed to come from nowhere and overtake her. She started off with stifled giggles, but they soon erupted into genuine laughter. Xavier smiled for a moment, waiting to see if the apparent joke would dawn on him too, but when he did not laugh, he felt himself become unnerved. She seemed to realize her poor timing, because she forced an apology out between giggles, but soon fell back into a state of continuous laughter. "Wow, that's pretty cold." He tried to sound cool, as if he had shrugged it off, but there was still a chill to his tone. "No... No... I am so.... I am sorry." She was quickly getting herself back under control. "I really didn't mean it like that. I swear." She struggled to catch her breath. "That was just... Oh my God, Xavier, don't do that again, I almost freakin' peed myself." "... Why?" She looked at him with a sympathetic deadpan. "Look, it wasn't like... you or anything. It was just, the situation. It was too much. It's like... that happened so fast. And I mean, of all the things you could have said..." She smiled to herself in mock amusement. "Oh. Well, I am sorry if I took it a little quick." He chuckled, trying to play his earlier offense off as tastefully as he could. "No, no, it's not your fault. It was a really... sweet way for you to follow that up. And, I mean, there is a chance I would have started laughing from... anything. It's just, I didn't expect that at all!" "... You didn't expect it? Well, if you didn't expect that, what exactly did you expect?" "What did I expect?" She was taken aback. "You can't ask me something like that! What am I supposed to say?" "What do you mean 'what are you supposed to say?'" He laughed. "Just answer honestly." "And what if I didn't know what to expect? What if I kinda felt like... it wasn't my job to know what was next. " She blushed and turned away from Xavier. "Oooh, I see. So all the pressure was on me." "You're one to complain." She looked at him with an eye brow raised. He laughed. "True." "You've got a lot to learn, Xavier." "Maybe. But it sounds like you do too, Erin. That expression you made when I asked, I kinda wanted to laugh myself." She turned to him with a frown and smacked him on the arm. "You should consider yourself lucky." She turned away again and crossed her arms. "Oh, I do. I do." "Oh? You do?" she glared at him with skepticism. "I wonder if its for the right reasons." "... What if I said it was for all of them? Instead of just the right ones?" She smiled softly and turned to face him. "Then I would say you're a fast learner."
Chapter Two: Xavier found himself slightly unnerved from the sudden change in atmosphere. What was once the casual back and forth of friends hoping to become something more, was now the awkward diatribe of inexperienced teens unsure of how to accelerate their relationship. It was not a bad thing, but in only a few moments his social choices had become entirely more meaningful, and the idea of losing what he had was not a pleasant one. It stood to reason he was just overreacting and was just emotionally overwhelmed by all that had happened, but at the same time he knew that even if the feelings would subside, that accountability would always be there, and with it, the stress of making a wrong turn. "Crap." Erin writhed uncomfortably on the grass. "I gotta pee." Xavier looked over at her, initially feeling at a loss for words. The atmosphere was becoming unpredictable. "Oh yeah. You said something about almost peeing yourself earlier." She didn't respond. She just bit her bottom lip and looked around the area, clearly worried. "Is it bad?" "... Not super bad." "Ah. So it is bad." She frowned. "... It isn't bad." "Then why are your legs moving around so much?" She looked down at her legs before responding with a worried groan, promptly lifting her knees into the air while keeping her feet on the ground. This lasted only a few seconds before she abruptly dropped them back down, despite having kept them pressed tightly together. Her spine straightened and their eyes met. She blushed. "Must have been all the laughter." "... Yeah, it wasn't this bad before. It got a lot worse after that... thanks." "Like you're in any position to talk, having laughed at me." She blushed harder. "True." They were silent for several moments, while Erin continued to uncomfortably shift around. "So, as cute as it is to watch you dance around like that, why don't you just go?" She looked at him, confused. "Cute? What exactly is cute about this" He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "...I dunno. I guess its just... cute. Not something you see everyday. Kinda vulnerable, I guess... " Xavier blushed, not expecting to be called out. "But besides that, why not just go?" "... Outside?" Her expression was complex, but the anxiety was straightforward as could be. "Yes? Outside. Why not?" "It's just.... I've never really... done it outside, I guess." "...First time for everything?" "I can't." Xavier glared at her, as if an explanation was intended to follow. "It's just... I don't know, it's weird, alright? I can't do it. I don't like it. I just... can't." She seemed tense. "Alright, alright, it's fine..." He paused for a moment. "I mean, did you want to head back then?" "Yeah, I think that would be a good idea." They both got up without saying a word and started to head down the large hill where they had previously lounged. Xavier had trouble keeping up with her at first, however this only lasted for what felt like a minute. Her pace soon slowed down and her fidgeting came to an unremarkable end. He was concerned that the laughter had tricked her into thinking she had to go worse than she did, and the combination of them up and moving had caused her need to go into recession. His worries were put to bed as her pace slowly picked back up. After several minutes of speed walking, hip swaying, and steadily intensifying twitching, he heard her let out a soft groan as her hand rested on her lower tummy. Xavier observed it all with considerable focus, watching as she hesitantly slid her hand between her legs, imagining that her cheeks had to have been burning red. He felt guilty for staring so hard, but he couldn't help himself; the scene was too sublime to pass up. "Shit." She looked down at her legs. "I don't know if I am gonna be able to hold it." "Erin, it's fine, if something happens you'll already be outside, so it isn't a big deal. Don't look so worried." "I don't want to pee outside, though." She whined. "From the sound of it you might not have too much of a choice." He chuckled. She went silent, and remained that way for several moments. They continued to move closer toward his house, where they would find the nearest toilet, but they were still quite far. "Xavier?" "Yes?" He responded, suspicious of her tone. "Will you think I am nasty if I end up pissing myself?" She sounded as if she could burst into tears at any moment. "No, of course not! If anything I will feel bad for making you laugh. After all, I kinda caused this; you can even blame me. Plus, I don't know why you're so... opposed to the idea of peeing outside, but it seems like it bothers you pretty bad, so I am not going to judge you at all." She didn't respond. She just kept walking. Her pace was beginning to slow down as her strides got slower and more deliberate. Her hand had not left her groin since she placed it there. Xavier wondered if she even could without losing control. Several more minutes passed, and with each one her squirming became a little more exaggerated. He had been speculating the different potential outcomes since she announced her urge under the Tree, but now he knew with confidence how things were going to turn out: at any point, possibly in moments, she was going to start peeing, and it was very possibly going to be on herself. He hoped that she did not try to block his gaze last minute by fleeing into the woods. He could follow her, but if she instructed him to wait there, he couldn't reasonably disregard her -- no matter how tempting the thought was. "Oh no." She stopped walking and placed both hands firmly against her privates. "Oh, no, no, shit, its gonna come out, shit!" Her bottom arched out as she leaned in with her chest. Xavier watched on in disguised excitement, feeling guilty that he was enjoying her misery as much as he was, and regretting the gratefulness he felt toward her phobia of peeing outside. Her body entire body grew tense. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as she bounced up and down in rapid succession. Her eyes suddenly widened as her body started to relax. Xavier looked down and found her legs dry, but noticed her hands were rested on her thighs. He looked back up and found her staring at him, still in shock, but entirely more composed. "I just peed a little." "You sound... surprised." "...You just watched me pee myself a little. I am a little... caught off guard." "Okay, that's fair enough, I can see that." She sighed, and swallowed soon after. "God, I can feel it..." "...How much did you pee?" "It wasn't a lot... It isn't running down my legs or anything, but my fur is damp, like, around the thighs... Shit..." Xavier didn't respond, he just watched Erin, her position still the same as before, likely afraid to move from the spot. She was looking down at her legs, making sure there was no visible damage from the front, but her eyes caught something across from her, and Xavier immediately took notice. "Uh... Xavier?" Xavier inhaled deeply, as he knew what was coming. "Why do you still have an erection?" He looked down at the stiff protrusion coming from his waist, something that in all the commotion he had nearly forgotten about. It was not normal to maintain an erection for so long, specifically when nothing of a sexual nature had gone on for some time. Meaning he could either try copping out with a lame excuse she would most likely not believe, or tell her the truth. "Oh, uh," he went silent. "I am not sure how to answer that." He cringed as all chances of an excuse went out the window with his hastily assembled response. "...Answer honestly." She certainly had a way of turning things around on him. "Uhhhh..." "Am I turning you on right now? Like, with this?" "... Maybe a little bit, yes. Or, more than a little bit." "More than a little bit?" "Yeah." Xavier nodded at her, knowing his cards were all on the table. "A lot a bit." "A lot... a bit..." She stared at him, as if she was processing what he was saying. "Yes?" She winced as she went to hold herself and her hands made contact with the damp fur between her legs. "What exactly... turns you on? About this, I mean?" "Uh, well, I guess I just... really like seeing you needing to go. It's really hot watching you, like, dance around and stuff..." "Oh." "Yeah, I hope that doesn't... creep you out, or something." "...It's fine, it's not that weird. I mean, not to say it's weird at all..." "No, no, I understand. It is weird." He laughed. "But, I don't mean any harm with it, obviously." "I would hope." Her growing desperation was apparent with the increasing tension in her voice. "So, do you like it when... girls wet themselves? Or is that too much?" "I do enjoy that. I mean, it isn't the focus, but I enjoy it... I like it as a result. Y'know, to you needing to go. And... maybe on its own depending on the circumstances and my mood." "So you specifically like it when a girl has an accident?" "Uh, yeah, that pretty much sums it up." "Oh, thank God. That's good. That's actually really relieving." "Thank God?" "Yes, thank God. I was really worried... that... shit it's... It's really bad, oh my god." She bounced up and down in rapid succession, just like before. "I am just glad this isn't disgusting to you or something. I was just a little worried... about that." Her speech had become fervent. "I am just glad you're so okay with this..." Xavier spoke as her eyes suddenly got wide and her lips separated. "I was a little worried tha-" Her body lurched forward. He was cut off by a faint hiss -- one that manifested surprisingly quick. Erin looked him in the eyes for a moment, but soon redirected her gaze to the same place he was looking. She stood with her butt arched out and legs stuck together, just as she had before; except this time, the backs of her legs quickly became saturated and her eyes started to water. It wasn't until her legs were completely soaked and this image of her had been completely burned into Xavier's mind that she felt capable of straightening her spine and spreading her legs . When she got her bearings, she looked up and saw Xavier brazenly watching it happen from behind. She wanted to say something, but did not have the energy, and at the same time, figured him enjoying it was a lot better than him being disgusted. He glanced up and looked at her face, admiring the expression of intense pleasure as she watched urine fall directly from between her thighs to the grass below, little streams running down the backs of her legs. As the stream slowed down to a trickle, she stepped forward to find a dry spot to stand, having turned her previous location into a small puddle. The trickle lasted for several seconds, but the exact moment when she stopped going was unclear from Xavier's perspective. When she closed her legs, her fur was still dripping. Despite the trickling lasting a good bit, the overall accident was relatively short. Xavier couldn't help but wonder if her bladder was small, or possibly overly sensitive, and whether or not she was partial to these sorts of things. If not accidents, desperation and close calls. He didn't wish anything foul on her, but guiltily took pleasure in the possibilities. "Oh my God. I feel so much better." She sighed with relief. Her head was glowing red and she appeared disturbed by the feeling of moisture when she brought her legs together. "Wow." "...I am really sorry for that, I just couldn't hold it anymore I didn't think it was going to get so bad so fast." "No, it's fine! I am not judging." He chuckled. "Feel free to do that as often as you want." She chuckled back, sounding tired. "I will try not to... Anyway, lets hurry back so I can get cleaned up." She led the way. "...You will try, eh? Does that mean this happens often?" "You mean that I wet myself? No, I do not normally pee on myself." The matter-of-fact voice made a return, though, considering the circumstances, Xavier knew there were far less desirable tones she could be taking on. "Ahh, I figured..." She stopped walking for a moment and tried to examine her backside. With her pelvis leaned forward, she turned her head and looked over her shoulders at the backs of her legs. "... I mean, I guess I do kinda have a lot of close calls..." She started walking again. "God, all over the backs of my legs..." Xavier nodded. "Yeah, you're definetly a bit wet. Your legs were kinda caught up in the crossfire there for awhile... And what's this about close calls? How close?" "Well, you know, close calls... I generally stay pretty hydrated. And on top of that I guess I just... hold it sometimes? Or get put in situations where I can't go, sometimes after holding it. I mean -- like I said -- I don't usually wet myself... I just kinda get close, sometimes... Wish I had a towel or something." "... Usually?" She sighed. "Okay... I do have accidents... sometimes," she seemed to find great difficulty in admitting it to him. "It does happen; usually when I am alone and not taking it serious. I try to be extra cautious around people, though... for obvious reasons. But it doesn't happen a lot! Its a rare thing... Like, what just happened here isn't normally what happens." "...Huh. That's... good to know." "I am glad it pleases you. At least it is pleasing somebody." He chuckled. "I know my interests are a little evil." "Yes, but I guess they're kinda nice too. Like with what just happened. Thank you for being so cool about it, by the way." "No need to thank me! It was a pleasure." Nothing was said for several minutes. The smell of urine lingered in the air, but it was faint. Xavier's eyes remained glued to her backside, looking up only to make sure he had not been spotted staring at her. When he was feeling bold, he even moved his head to get a better view. "Xavier." "Hmm? What's up?" "...If you want to look at me, just ask. You don't have to keep trying to glance behind me." He blushed. "Oh, uh, sorry. That was rude... didn't really think you'd notice." He chuckled awkwardly. "...Geez, honest to a fault..." Their walk continued in silence. Xavier wondered if she was actually going to make him ask, but before he had a chance, she stopped. "Okay. Stand there." She walked forward and stood with her legs together. Several moments went by as she mentally prepared herself, and in one motion that resembled the quick removal of a bandage, she spread her legs, giving him a full view of both her lower body and her accident. The fur was matted down, exposing and sticking to the flesh beneath. Some of it was still wet enough to drip, but it happened slowly, and normally just ended up running down one of her legs. In a surprisingly generous motion, she lifted her butt up, making sure he got to see the full spectrum of her body; he paid close attention to the display, suspecting that asking to see again would be in poor taste, no matter how tempting an idea it was. Xavier admired his brazen partner, respecting her wholesomeness, but also enjoying her clear desire to meet expectations and break the rules in the process. In that moment, he acknowledged how special of a person she really was. "Damn." Xavier felt a strong urge to touch himself. "So it doesn't gross you out at all?" "... How could it?" He continued to stare, not even making eye contact with her. "I could think of a few reasons..." "I doubt you'll convince me." She looked down at the wet parts of her fur. "God, that's embarrassing." She closed her legs and motioned for him to join her. "Come on, I need to shower -Oh crap! I wonder if I can hide this from my mom..." "You could always come to my house... nobody is home..."
It's under "About Me" Chapter 3: Xavier reached under the doormat, grabbed the key, and slipped it into the deadbolt of his front door. He led Erin inside, her eyes darting back and forth to verify that what he said was true. "See? What did I tell you? Coast is totally clear." "Thankfully... Not sure how I am supposed to explain this one." "You could always try and hide it. You're only wet from the butt down." He led her upstairs. "'Only the butt down.'" She mocked. "I meant you can only see it from behind." "...I am pretty sure if they somehow didn't notice my legs were soaked, they would suspect something when they smelled the pee." She followed Xavier into his room. "Just trying to be positive. Doesn't matter anyway, you don't have to explain it to me. I was there -- thankfully. Oh, and you can get a shower now." "Oh wow. You have a private bathroom -- shower and everything... Pretty ritzy." She walked in and stood in front of the toilet. "Yeah, well, don't get too excited. I am not exactly rich. We bought the house a long time ago. Though, I will admit it is pretty nice -- especially the part about having a private bathroom." "Hmm, yeah, I wish I had something like this..." Her weight shifted from foot to foot impatiently. "... You okay?" Xavier squinted at her. "Yeah, I'm fine, just gotta pee... Now close the door, before we have a repeat of earlier." "What? Already? That was fast. I haven't even gone once yet... And what? I can't keep the door open? That's a bit of a let down..." He teased. She bounced up and down. "Xavierrrrr... come on." "Alright, alright," he chuckled. "I will leave you alone." He closed the door and went to sit on his bed. After having fondled her breast and witnessed her accident earlier in the day, his lower body was unusually sensitive, and seeing her fidget in front of the toilet was all it took for him to get hard. Release was something he desperately needed; but while masturbation was a tempting prospect, he didn't dare succumb to the urge. As long as he stopped when the shower was cut off, he reasoned there was little chance of getting caught, but if something went wrong and she did catch him, he had no idea what he would say. Not to mention the fact that if he didn't finish, it would likely only make his situation worse, giving him testicle pain he would have to bare for as long she stayed. But still, it wasn't as if he had anything else to do. The bottom part of his body was throbbing, and considering all the things that had happened, the allure to touch himself at least a bit was overwhelming. He licked his lips and tried to redirect his thoughts, but Erin in a myriad of positions and situations crossed his mind, and the indulgence of fantasy was ultimately too gratifying to deny. The urge intensified by the moment, and when he finally heard water splattering against the porcelain of his tub, his hand seemed to move on its own, sensually sliding down his body in a way that let him savor the rare levels of sexual arousal he was expericing . When it reached his erection, the sensations were not as strong as he had expected -- in fact, he was slightly numb -- but he found the warmth of his hand satisfying. He stroked himself slowly, feeling a different kind of warmth coming from his testicles, rising up to his member. Suddenly, he heard the doorknob to the bathroom rattle. It opened as his hand snapped to his side. He couldn't tell if he looked suspicious or not, but at least he had managed to conceal his actions when she appeared, halfway hidden behind the door. "Do you have a towel or something I could use?" She initally looked him in the eyes, but toward the end of her question she was staring at his groin. His extra appendage was again hard and pointing in her direction. "Uh, yeah, of course. They're, um, under the sink, actually. They're all fresh." "Oh. Okay, perfect. Thank you." She went to close the door, but left it several inches ajar. Xavier squinted at the door, confused. He could not tell if it was a que, or if she just liked teasing him with mundane things -- it would not have surprised him, either way. Or was it possible she knew that he had been touching himself? Was such a notion even possible? He had been silent and his hand had definetly been out of sight when she appeared. Xavier sat on the edge of his bed awkwardly, listening to the goings on in the bathroom, noting the moment the sound of water splattering on porcelain became water rinsing off a beautiful girl. At that point, touching himself was out of the question. However, other options now presented themselves, and all of them were equally troublesome. He wondered if he was supposed to remain where he was, which was by far the safer option; however, it carried the risk of missing out on something special, and god forbid his perceived disinterest offended her. He also had to consider the possibly that she was only teasing him, and attempting to peek or make any kind of move toward her would be taken as perverse. Could it have been a test of some kind? He thought back to their moment earlier that day, where he had been given permission to touch her breast. Possibly the same methods used to determine how he went about touching her then could help him decide what to do in his current predicament. He consulted his instincts and felt an immediate compulsion to stand up and walk to the bathroom, though there was a strong, mental apprehension that stopped him, something he perceived as reasoning. The problem was that he could not find a balance between mind and body, because his mind and body both wanted both things at the same time -- both of them putting value into immediate self-satisfaction, as well as securing future satisfaction, and both of them recognizing the logic to both issues. He sighed. Clearly, she had left the door cracked for some reason; there was little chance it was a mistake. Whether that reason was something bold or something subtle was the real debacle. Maybe if he found a way to do both things: to approach her, but do so in a way that was unassuming and elegant... He stood from the bed and approached the bathroom door. He swallowed as he neared it, knowing a very wet and very attractive girl was not far from him. A misstep could be catastrophic. "Erin?" "...Yeah?" "I was wondering if I could come in to pee real fast. I won't peek or anything." There was a brief moment of silence. "Uh, yeah, that's fine. You can come in." His heart was throbbing against his chest as he entered the room. "Wow, you have the water hot, don't you?" It took him a moment to acclimate to the sudden change in humidity. "That's okay, right? I don't want to use up all your hot water." "No, no, you're fine. I am sure the water heater will heat up some more. " He chuckled. "I would hope so." He stood in front of the toilet and swallowed, wondering if awkward silences were going to become a common thing for them. He lifted up the toilet seat, and felt the urge to urinate, but nothing was happening. Despite how deliberate and cautious he had been, his plan fell through the moment he looked at the very part of his body he had been touching not long ago. He was still hard, and standing next to Erin while she was showering, even if there was a shower curtain between them, was not helping. "Xavier?" His eyebrows rose in surprise. "Y-yes?" "...Uh, so, this is... this is gonna sound really weird, but... I mean, you saw me, kinda wet myself earlier, and so you've seen me... go." He felt as if he could hear the nail biting in her tone. "So... could I maybe... watch you go? It's just, I've never seen that before. It doesn't really turn me on, but... I'm curious." Xavier swallowed. "Oh." He looked down, his erection showing no signs of letting up. "Uhhhh, you can... try?" "I can... try?" "Yeah, well, uh, I am kinda having some... trouble, at the moment." "Oh... Oh! Do you mean, like, the other thing?" "The other thing? No...? I'm not sure if I understand, but just... just look out the curtain, you can look." She peaked out the shower curtain, eyes initially meeting his, but bouncing back and forth from his face to his privates at a slightly discomforting speed. Her expression softened after a moment of realizaiton. "Oooooh." "Yeah, kinda forgot about this..." She looked at him incredulously. "You forgot? "Yes, I forgot, okay?" "How do you forget that...? It is attached to your body." "I didn't like, forget. I always... remembered it was there. It's just, I don't know! I had a lot to think about is all. I have you in here showering with the door cracked and I am just sitting out there wondering what I am supposed to do..." "...Do you even have to pee?" "Y-yes, of course! Why else would I be in here?" Xavier blushed. "You tell me..." "Because I have to pee." "And you still have to pee, even though you're... like that?" "Well, yeah, of course." "...Does having to pee turn you on?" "No, not really. I mean, not... normally. I guess it can, but that isn't happening now." "Oh. So... are you uncomfortable? Like that, I mean." She stopped looking up at his face, and kept her eyes on his privates. "I don't know if 'uncomfortable' is the word to describe it." "But... hmm." Her expression became troubled. "What are you thinking so hard about?" "I don't know..." She voice trailed off for a moment. "It's just, I was thinking maybe if you didn't have that... issue, you could go. You know, like, go." "Yeah, I guess I could... But, there isn't much I can do about it." "... There isn't?" Xavier looked at her, mimicking her deadpan from earlier in the day. "...What?" She frowned. "There are options. Unless of course, you want to take care of it..." She frowned harder and scoffed. "No, I'm not really into romantic types... What I meant was that maybe you could..." Her glare intensified, as if he was not catching on to something he should have been. "You know, like, take care of it yourself?" He squinted. "You're telling me to masturbate?" "I'm not demanding it! But, jeez, you've been like that for so long... And I can't watch you pee until it is gone." "So you want to watch me pee that badly?" Her cheeks reddened and she looked away from Xavier entirely. "Not really..." "Then why..." His voice trailed off as he realized what she was insinuating. "I mean, you saw me pee on myself... That was really embarrassing and you really enjoyed it. Seems only fair that... I would get to see something too." "So you... want me to masturbate in front of you?" She nodded, still not looking at him. Xavier paused and looked down at his erection, still hard with no signs of change. The prospect was lewd, not to mention unexpected, but it was also an opportunity he could not pass up, at least without forever hating himself. After several moments of silent contemplation, he placed his hand on his member and started to stroke it, slowly, not sure of the proper way to start off. When her eyes peered back in the direction of his lower body, he felt himself flex in his palm, turned on by her presense and by the blatant way she watched him. She looked up and met his eyes, catching him staring at her, in the very same blatant fashion. They both looked away, having caught each other in candid moments. He looked back at her, and she proceeded to watch him, occasionally looking up at his face. He watched her head tilt down as she looked at her own body in the shower. It had not caught his attention the first time, but she did it again, this time for a longer period. He pondered it for a moment. "... Are you touching yourself?" Her eyes widened and her head jolted, looking at him in surprise. He immediately derived his answer from her reaction, and she seemed to perceive this, as she did not verbally respond, and instead directed her gaze back to his lower area, looking at it intently, eye lids heavy and her face looking hot. Xavier thought back to earlier in the day: the touching of her breast, the laughter at his corny line, all the moments they had shared together. He remembered the accident and all of its details; like the way it had ran down her legs and the expression she had made. Even more was the way she whined about her need and danced around, trying to delay the inevitable. He pictured her on the other end of the shower curtain, wondering what she looked like, totally exposed, fur clining to her wet flesh. Despite having touched her breast, he still had not seen it; and even though her bottom area had gotten quite wet from her accident, it seemed she wiped the fur across her privates while he wasn't paying attention, to make sure he didn't see anything he wasn't supposed to when she put herself on display. Her conservative side was as tantilizing as it was maddening. "Erin..." He continued to stroke himself. "... Yeah?" "Would it be okay if... I got to see a little bit of you...? It is okay if you aren't comfortable with that, but it would be helpful." "... You want to see me wet?" He nodded. "Yeah." She looked to the side and bit her lip. "It's okay if you're uncomfortable with it. It's been a long day." "Well... considering the circumstances... Maybe you could just, feel me again?" "...You'd be okay with that?" "Yeah, I just don't know if I am ready to show you my body yet." "That's fine." Xavier was slightly confused, feeling as if touching her breast was a much bigger deal than actually seeing it exposed; but at the same time, he was in no position to question her methods. Before he could ask how she wanted to do it, she pressed her breast against the shower curtain. Xavier quickly caught on. He touched himself with his right hand as he reached for her chest with his left. He placed his hand on the shower curtain and pressed forward, trying to get his hand firmly around it, but the curtain was thick. He chuckled. "I don't think this is gonna work... But it's okay. You don't have to do that. You've done a lot for me today." "Oh... Hmm..." She went silent for several moments, appearing to think deeply as she watched him pump away. "What if you... closed your eyes?" "... Hmm, yeah, I guess that would work. How am I supposed to like, find your breast?" He stared at her face, but she kept her gaze on his masturbation. "What if I took your hand and led it there?" Xavier thought about it for a moment. Without responding, he extended his hand toward her, waiting for her eyes to meet his. Once their eyes met, he slowly shut his eyelids and turned his head to face forward. His hand remained suspended for several moments, but he remained patient, feeling the nervous energy oozing out of Erin. "... You're not going to peek, right?" "No need. This is gonna be great enough on its own." He chuckled. There was silence, but after a few moments he felt her hand on his wrist. She pressed it against her body and he could immediately tell he was on her upper chest, near her shoulder. She led his hand down slowly, que'ing him to be considerate with his touching. He felt a soft mound fill his hand as her chest seemed to reflexively push into him. Her nipple poked gently into his palm, and in his other hand, his erection stiffened, the warm sensation in his lower parts growing stronger. After several moments of slow groping, Xavier's eyes cracked open. He quickly closed them, regretting having gone back on his word, but the moment the image of her had processed in his mind, his regret was replaced with a taboo thrill that almost made him smile. She was standing there with her eyes closed, and her lips parted an inch, cheeks blushing red. Much to his surprise, she had moved the curtain in a way where she exposed her entire chest, instead of just the breast he was touching, leaving him with a glimpse of her bare nipple. Her lower part was covered by the curtain,but it terminated before the end of her hip. This left a bit of her leg exposed, only inches being needed for her to be completely unveiled. He could also tell by the way the curtain loosely hung that she was not clutching it, leaving her with a free hand. She likely did not realize how exposed she was, and she most certainly did not know that he had peeked. Even if she had suspected it, it brought him peace of mind to see that she could feel that level of comfort and pleasure around him -- which helped him feel better about peeking in the first place. He felt a strong urge to walk over to her and embrace her. He knew that if he tried to kiss her in that moment, failure was not possible, or at least he could not imagine it being so. But the thought was exhausting and scary, and even seemed to turn him off when considered too deeply. It was, after all, many first times for them both, and the emotional roller coaster ride was as fun as it was overwhelming; and with that he felt imagination would have to suffice for the night, as he could not imagine where kissing would realistically lead them. "Erin..." His face was growing hot and his breathing beginning to pick up. "I am gonna finish." "... Already? That was fast." "D-don't... say that." "Oh, sorry. I... didn't mean anything by it." "It's fine." Xavier's eyes opened, his assumption being she had covere herself at least a bit. Immediately, his eyes went to her exposed breast, and her eyes went to him. He felt her chest expand as she clutched the shower curtain and gasped. In a moment, she had covered her exposed parts, all except the area of her chest held in his hand. She pursed her lips, staring at him with wide, glassy eyes. "Oh, sorry." He chuckled. "But that was kind of hot." "Glad you're enjoying youself..." She frowned. "You're just... turning me on more." His smile faded as he felt himself entering the throes of orgasm. "Are you touching yourself?" "Not anymore, no." "...Could you?" He looked over at her. She nodded. "Okay," she whispered, but loud enough so she could be heard over the shower. "I am doing it." "Yeah..." Xavier was out of breath. "I could tell by the look on your face." She blushed harder and nibbled on her lower lip some more. Her eyes went back and forth between Xavier's bottom and top. He slid his hand down her chest slowly, exposing her nipple and bare breast, gently pushing it up and squeezing the perimeter with his extended fingers. Her eyes closed for a second in embarrassment, but she did not stop his advancement. Xavier's face flushed red as a spike of pleasure traveled from his testicles to his penis. His lips separated as semen shot out, landing in the toilet, on the bowl, and even a bit on the floor. He closed his eyes, but he could feel her fascinated gaze eye'ing him down. When the pleasure faded, his expression softened and he pulled his arm away from her chest. Promptly, she covered herself. He struggled to catch his breath, and instead of forcing himself to speak, he stood in silence, pumping away for several more moments, his frequency and speed rapidly decreasing to a slow, delicate glide. "Wow..." She was staring at his groin, even more intently than before. "Yeah, that's what I was gonna say." "Thanks for... letting me watch." He chuckled. "Thanks for helping."