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  1. Faust apologizes that he vanishes for long periods of time....But, Faust just has a lot of things going on in his life at the moment..and he's a bit distracted. However, Faust does come bearing some good news for fans..... A new fic, that was lightly brought on by the release of that new app that Faust is sure you've heard about...Pokemon Go! And while Faust doesn't have any characters that are quite of that race..Faust does have a small little story involving said app. Remember: Always be safe if you play it, and keep track of your surroundings. And in this summer heat, stay hydrated. Faust hopes you all enjoy! Pokemon [Gotta] Go! "Allllright! So, I'm sure you're all wondering what I've gathered you here for, today.." A familiar, devious voice called. "As always, Penny." Faust quipped back, having learned how this kind of thing went. "What brings us out here, in the middle of a Park..on a Sunday? I'm not really looking for a tan.." "Ah, don't be like that, Faust." Yuno's voice mused, sliding over to him. "Let's at least see what Penny has to offer, before griping too much." "Thank you, Miss Gasai!" the crimson haired girl snapped back, doing an exaggerated bow towards the two...as she nudged the girl at her side. "Youmu, care to help me with the explanation?" "A..Ah? Sis..!" the girl snapped, gently nudging her back..before moving forward. "Well..I'm sure you've all heard about that latest App that came out.." "Ah...You mean the pokemon one?" Faust addressed, idly scratching the side of his head. "I've heard about it, but my phone.." "Gotcha covered!" Penny quickly interjected, suddenly brandishing four sparkling new devices. "I turned em on before I caught you all...Annnd, I've done you the liberty of downloading the app." "Ah...Isn't that kind of pricey?" Faust remarked with an uneasy glance, the girl shoving one of them into his hands. "Shut up, and Accept my goodwill, you two." Penny stated, giving them zero leeway on the matter. "So, the idea is this: We're all going to start fresh..From the beginning. Level 1, no bonuses, none of that. And, we're going to go hunting for pokemon around this area...and whoever has the highest CP at the end of the day wins!" "Uhh..CP?" "Combat Points, of course." Penny quipped, waving one of the phones as the screen changed..showing a message. 'Always make sure you're aware of your surroundings while playing.' "Now, as soon as I give the signal, everybody can start!" "And...I'm guessing this is a team effort?" Faust added, gesturing at Youmu. "Since, you've had her at your side, and Yuno at mine?" "Ah, of course." Penny added, smirking. "Me and Youmu, versus you and Yuno. Winners get the usual prize: Bossing around the losers until midnight." "And..our contest will end..?" "When the sun goes down, of course." Penny stated matter-of-factly, holding up her phone. "Which, since it's about 5 or so now..Means, we got about 4 hours or so. Any questions?" "Ummm..Yuno has one." the pinkette called, raising her hand as if it was a classroom. "Hm? What is it, Gasai?" Penny called, making a mock gesture of pushing up her glasses. "What's a....'Pokemon'?" ......... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?" "Ahh..! Wh..why are you both surprised?" Yuno squeaked, lightly flushing. "You mean you...You don't know.." Youmu started... "What a...You've never PLAYED?!" Penny finished, both of them looking wide-eyed. "Yu...Yuno hasn't. Is it...that odd?" The pinkette replied, suddenly looking very meek. "It's not, Yuno." Faust assured, the voice of reason in the growing madness. "Your parents were just..kind of tough like that." "Tch, no kidding." Penny muttered, before patting Faust's shoulder. "Good luck with her! Lemme know how it goes at 9! Toodles!" "H..Hey!" the boy called back, as Penny started off in a rush...Youmu giving a small bow. "Good luck, Faust." she called sweetly, before joining her sister...leaving him alone with the pinkette. "Yuno's...Not that odd..is she?" the girl responded meekly, averting her eyes from Faust in a sort of shame. "Nah...Yuno's fine." Faust assured again, patting her shoulder. "C'mon, Lemme give you a Crash course..." The idea was simple enough. They were basically monsters with special powers....That you captured with some small ball-shaped devices, and could store in your pocket. Pocket monsters, or 'Pokemon' for short. The app they were using basically was the idea of one of the games, but in the real world, based on some GPS devices in the phones, and the like. It was a recent..somewhat buggy one..But, that was beside the point... "Yuno sees.." the girl called, glancing over her phone as they paced around...being greeted by a figure on the screen that gave her some more info...and her first pokemon. She glanced over the three, a small lizard with fire on it's tail, a small dinosaur on all fours with a bulb on it's back....and... "Yuno will take...the tiny turtle." She called out, Faust peering over to look at her phone. "Ahh..Squirtle." He mused, holding out his own phone to show the lizard. "I picked Charmander myself. He's a fire type." "Ohh..! So, would Yuno's be good against it?" the girl piped up, prompting a small chuckle from the boy. "Yeah, but it looks like there's no battling on this..yet." Faust replied, giving a small wave. "So...I don't gotta worry about Yuno beating me up in Pokemon." "Hehehe..Yuno can only think of one kind of beating she'd do with Faust." the girl mused in a hushed whisper, as their phones buzzed. "Oh..! Yuno sees something on the screen!" "Ah...Pidgey." the boy called, tapping at it. "If you tap it, you should go into a battle with it..and can toss a ball at it." "Yuno sees, Yuno sees.." the girl remarked with a small nod, starting to flick her finger on the screen. "Yuno will catch this..Pidgey, and it will become hers!" "That's the spirit." Faust encouraged, having caught the bird with a few soft rattles....followed by a 'Ding'. "Ahh..and catching gives us experience..To level up.." "Yuno saw that too!" the pinkette replied, starting to wander a bit away. "Oooh! Yuno found another! It looks like a purple mouse!" "Ahhh..Ratata." Faust remarked, getting the mark on his phone. "I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of them.." ================================================================================================================================= 6:00 PM "Okay! So..Yuno has caught a dozen Pidgeys, and five Ratatas!" the girl called, triumphantly. "Yuno is feeling pretty confident about her abilities!" "Hah...Yuno's been pretty lucky." Faust added, having barely half that. "Phew..this sun is killing me.." "Annnd, that's why I prepared!" a voice called out, as the red haired girl seemingly came out of nowhere, dropping a bottle of water into his hands. "Penelope never forgets a detail! Which, in this case.." "Means she brought some drinks, and such for us." Youmu finished, taking a sip from a bottle of water herself. "So, how are you two doing?" "I've got a 90 somethin Ratata." Faust remarked lightly, the pinkette moving over. "Yuno has a 155 Pidgey!" the girl called, with a smile. "Yuno's been catching lots!" "Ahhh, I see." Penny called, passing the girl a bottle. "Well, not to discourage you..Buuut, I just managed to pick up a 214 Pidgeotto, before catching you two." "T..Two fourteen?" Faust remarked nervously. "Pidge...ott..o?" Yuno replied with a headtilt, the girl spinning her phone around. "That..looks like pidgey." "Oh, it's the second stage." Penny mused, with a chuckle. "Pidgey evolves into that. You can evolve on the screen if you get enough candy." "Candy..?" Yuno replied, glancing back at her phone. "Yuno thought it was just..all catching." "Well, kinda." Youmu interjected, lightly pressing her fingers together. "See, you catch pokemon to get some stardust, and candy...which you can use to power up your pokemon...And, evolve them..In some cases. You get some for catching, and transfering them to the professor." "Didn't Faust tell you about that?" Penny replied with a small jab, the boy swatting her hand away. "Hey, I've never played this app." Faust called defensively. "I'm used to the regular games..." "Well, you can probably evolve your pidgey.." Penny mused, grinning. "But, by the time you get enough to bring it up to pidgeot, I'll just catch a stronger one to evolve." "A..Ah.." Yuno stated, glancing at her phone with a small, tensed frown. "Yuno..sees. And..Yuno presumes getting more pokemon leads to finding stronger ones?" "Yep!" The red head called, with a grin. "So, even if you amp it up now...You'll find pokemon later that are stronger than it..more than likely. So, you gotta put it off, as long as possible...Kind of like.." "Sis, No.." "Kind of like how you have to cross your legs and hold it as long as you can.." Penny teased, watching Faust's eyes glance to the side."So that when you finally let it all out..It'll feel Soooooooooo much better." "Sis..." Youmu remarked, flushing and glancing to the side as well, as Yuno held her hand up again. "Yes, Miss Gasai?" "Where...is the bathroom around here, come to think of it?" Yuno asked, lightly tensing her legs. "J..just in case Yuno needs to.." "Nope." "N..Nope?" "Nope!" Penny stated again, grinning. "There's not one around this area. You'll have to hold it in, like a big girl. Can't let anyone see you peeing out in the open, now can we?" "Ohhh..You're evil." Yuno remarked with a stern glare, the red head chuckling again. "Nooooo....No I'm not." the girl called, with a small glint in her eyes. "At least, not yet. Not until this contest is over... It's only three hours, then we'll head home." "Penny, wai-" "Toodles!" the red head called, leading her sister along as they went around again...Yuno moving over to Faust. "Yuno wants to win this, really bad Faust." the girl stated, firmly. "Ah..? I mean, sure, but.." "As in, Yuno will do anything for Faust, if we win." The pinkette called, leaning in with a whisper. "Anything." A small pat to his front...And Faust rocketed up from his spot. "Well, let's get started then!" The boy called, looking nothing like the lounging, defeated lad he was a few moments ago. "There's gotta be a few dozen more pidgeys, or Ratatas for us to get!" A short distance away, Penny chuckled, glancing at the small bottle she'd held in her hands. "Are those..Diuretics?" Youmu's voice piped up, the girl pausing with a turn. "Umm...Yes." the red head called, with a mock innocent grin. "But, I totally-haven't-used them or anything yet." "Sis, are you cheating?!" Youmu called indignantly, the red head waving her hand. "Ohhh, Nonono." Penny called, firmly. "I'm not cheating. I just..wanted to make sure that they could really..feel the tension in the air that this kind of thing should have." "So, you spiked their drinks with diuretics?" "Nooooo..No no. Not Faust's." the girl called, with an innocent whistle. "I figure having to chase around, and watch Pinky will be more than enough tension for him to worry about." "And..You didn't spike mine....Right?" "................." "You're adorable when you're making that face, sis." the red head called, with a devious grin. ======================================================================================================================================== 7:00 PM "Alright! So..We've bumped up from a bunch of pidgeys and Ratatas...To now some Eevees, and bugs!" Faust stated, looking far more invigorated. "My highest is only 255, but I'm sure if I used up my candy.." "Yuno is g..glad." the pinkette called, lightly shifting on her feet. "Yuno's..just broke 360...B..but.." "Ah...? Yes..?" Faust called, moving back to the pinkette's side. "Are you...okay, Yuno?" The girl shook her head lightly, bouncing in place as she stood. "Yuno...has to pee, Faust." the girl admitted, with a blush. "Her...tinkle tank is warning her..." Faust blushed just as deep as she did...But then moved over, and gently squeezed her shoulder. "Yuno wants to win this, doesn't she?" the boy called, hearing the girl's soft whimpers...as she meekly nodded. "Y..Yes..She does.." she uttered, as the boy leaned in close. "Then..Yuno has to hold it." the boy called, tersely. "Yuno can keep it in for a little longer..right?" The pinkette shivered at this, crossing her legs over one another...before nodding. "Yuno...Yuno will." she panted, one hand holding up her phone. "Yuno will...Wait longer. She can wait..a bit more...to pee." "Good." Faust stated, with a small smile. "Yuno will hold it in, until it's time." "M...Mmmmm." the pinkette called, giving Faust a lustful smile, before starting along. "There are...lots more pokemon for us to..To catch." "Right...Yuno." ======================================================================================================================================== 7:30PM "Y...Y..You suck, sister." Youmu's voice stammered out, bouncing on both feet, as she held herself openly. "H..how could you..take us to a park..without bathrooms....And...And SPIKE my drink?!" "Well, I thought it'd be fun." Penny mused, with a grin. "And..there were bathrooms here. I just..had them taken care of." There was a small bound of rubble where they had been...looking like something had crushed them. A Favor the Red head called in, turning back with a grin. "You really suck, sister." the girl called, glancing around. "N..now what am I supposed to do?! I could barely hold it through to begin with.." "Well, you could just pee right here." the red haired girl called, with a grin. "I'm sure we're far out enough that.." A small bit of rustling from her clothes could be heard, Youmu starting to squat down. "Only one or two girls from our school would see you." "A..Ah?!" Youmu squeaked, starting to pull her panties back up, and tumbling back onto her rump. A small thump...and a soft psssssssh could be heard. "Ahahaha..I'm just messing with ya, Sis." Penny mused, turning around to see the silverette in a growing puddle in the grass. "Ohhh...Whoopsies. It happened again." "You REALLY suck, sister." Youmu snapped with a bright flush, starting to sag a bit as she continued to empty her waters, too far gone to stop...and more than a little cross at her sister's antics. "Ahahaha..I didn't think you'd actually fall for it again." Penny mused, pulling out a bag. "Don't worry, I made sure to pack extra clothes at least. Just in case." "Hmmpth...Doesn't make up for it." Youmu snapped back, taking the bag and looking for a secluded spot. "I hope they beat us." "Heheheh. Sure, sure sister. Keep saying that." ======================================================================================================================================== 8:00PM "F..Faust..." the pinkette whimpered, her pace grinding to a halt. "Yuno...Yuno can't...She can't hold it any more....She has to.." "Hm? Pee?" Faust uttered, watching the girl positively writhe at the word. "But we've only got an hour left. Surely, Yuno can.." "Yuno CAN'T!" the girl cried out, stamping a foot down. "Yuno's...Yuno's at her limit....Yuno's gonna....Gonna.." "Yuno.." Faust's voice called, prompting the girl to look up...As he pressed her against a tree. "Calm. Down." Yuno's face went bright red, her body trembling..and quivering..as the boy held her there...Moments passing slowly.....Her legs crossing in pure agony. "F...Fauuuuust.." she whimpered, as he pressed her against it more...Her bladder pulsing...throbbing dully under her waistband...demanding release. "Hold. It." Faust replied tersely, his fingers gently running over her. "You can keep it together...Just a little longer...." "Y..Y..yes..." Yuno stammered, now panting softly as her hand moved to press at herself..Faust gently pushing it aside. "Catch one more.." the boy commanded, sternly. "Catch one more pokemon...And then, you're allowed to pee. Understood, Yuno?" "Y..Yes Faust..." she answered, the boy letting her go. "Yuno...Yuno will hold it...Long enough to catch...Catch one more pokemon.." "Good." Faust remarked, backing up. "Just one more...and you can pee. Then, we'll go meet up with Penny and Youmu to figure out who won." "Y...Yes.." the girl uttered, still panting softly as her hand moved back to her skirt...squeezing, and rubbing softly. "Just...Just one more pokemon..and...and Yuno will..Yuno can.." Faust smirked lightly as the girl hobbled around..One hand buried in her skirt, and one holding up her phone. She had wanted him to be sterner with her since finding out about his..tastes, but he didn't expect her to be as..receptive as she was. He could see her hips quivering, her rump swaying from side to side...and her pace shortening every so many feet. He took a small, calming breath, before moving up next to the girl. "Find anything?" He called with a slight smirk, the girl shaking her head. "N..No.." She called, quietly. "Yuno..Yuno's been walking around..B...but..she can't.." "She can't find anything?" Faust remarked, the girl squeezing her legs together tightly. "Yuno's....Yuno has to pee so bad, she can't focus!" the girl quickly stammered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, Faust. Please let Yuno pee, and then.." "No." Faust responded coldly, folding his arms. "I said one more pokemon...and I meant it. You will hold out for one more, or else." The girl flinched at this, squeezing herself tighter...as her breathing picked up. "B..But I..but I.." she whimpered, prompting the boy to bring his hand down on her rump, lightly smacking it. "No buts." Faust called, watching the girl blush deeply...And nod firmly. "You'll do as said...Or you'll be punished. Understood?" "Y..Yes Faust.." the girl uttered again, her other hand lightly raising to her mouth to bite on a finger. The girl panted through her nose, feeling her bladder positively PULSE in agony...but kept walking...staggered, short steps ekeing their way around the park. Every which way they went, there were more pokemon.. But every time, Yuno's quivering hand made aiming the ball impossible...always veering one way or another. She kept flicking it as best she could...legs crossing over one another, and hands grips growing tighter and tighter..as her body rapidly approached it's limit. "Come on.." Faust called sternly, gripping the girl's arm. "We've got to get back to the meeting place. It's time soon.." "B..But Yuno hasn't.." the pinkette called, Quivering in the boy's grip. "You'll have to hold it, then." Faust added, prompting a loud, needy whine from the girl. "And hope that either we won..Or, that Penny lets you go." They had spent a long time there, but the contest was near it's end...And, though Faust was enjoying the show... He hadn't had a lot of luck with the pokemon. A small sigh could be heard from the boy as they paced back....and awaited their fate. ======================================================================================================================================== 8:55PM "Soooooo! It's just about that time!" Penny's voice called out with a grin, watching as the pinkette and green haired boy approached...Grinning as she saw the former writhing in untold agony. "I hope that you both brought some impeeressive pokemon for me!" Yuno shook wildly at the term, biting her lip and panting...Rubbing between her skirt between squeezes in raw desperation. "We did what we could." Faust called, starting to hand his phone over. "So...I take it we're starting the judging?" "Sure, whatever." Penny mused, picking up the phone. "Ahhh...a 312. Faust, you're really falling behind. I hope you weren't..distracted." "Sh..shut up." Faust called with an averted gaze. "Now, I'll show mine..." Penny mused, with a flip of her phone. "A 515 Pidgeot! Not the best one, but far better than.." "A..Ah..! Yu..Yuno got one!" Yuno's voice called, still trembling wildly as she turned her phone to Faust. "C.Can..Can Yuno go pee now, Faust? Yuno's going to burst..!" "Ah Ah Ah.." Penny tut-tutted, grinning. "Not until you surrender your phone..with your highest Combat Point Poke." "A..Ah..Yuno S..Se.." the pinkette called, starting to hand it, before flinching. "E..Erm...C..can Yuno..Real quick.." "No potty breaks, Gasai." Penny stated firmly. "Not until the phone is.." "Ah..N..no.." the girl called, her legs crossing over. "Yuno wants to...do something with her pokemon..re..real quick.." "Eh? Ah..sure." Penny mused. "Sis, whatchew got?" "Erm...It's not much." Youmu called, before spinning her phone around...A praying mantis, whose forelegs were shaped like swords. "This Scyther. It's a 438." "Nice, nice." Penny mused, grinning. "Still better than Faust's. Now Miss Gasai If you....Er, speaking of..what are you.." "Yu..Yuno is...Evolving her pokemon.." the girl called, as she bent over with one hand buried under her skirt. "B..before she...She.." Faust had to fight hard to not look at the exposed garments under her skirt....Glancing at the phone instead as a small brown mammal was engulfed in a shroud of light....shifting into a blue-skinned version...with a mermaid's tail, and a blue color. "Ah...Ooooh.." Faust called, lightly. "A Vaporeon...and it's stats.." "A..ah..?" Yuno winced, as Penny took the phone from her shaking hands....Now moving to squeeze at herself. "No freakin' way.." the red head called incredulously...Looking it over. "You...It's.." "650...." the silver haired girl called over her shoulder, adopting a small grin. "Looks like...We lose, sis." "Noooooooooooo!!!" the red haired huntress exclaimed. "But..I..How..?!" "Yu..Yuno..Yuno.." the girl whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. "Yuno..found an Eevee...right next to you. And...catching it gave her enough candy to....To.." "You cheeky.." the red haired girl started, before sighing. "Well, a loss is a loss. Yuno, you can go pee, and then we'll.." 'Splish...' "A..Ah..? Yuno..?" "Y..Yuno..Yuno's.." the pinkette's voice started, barely above a whisper...a small puddle forming between her legs. "Yuno's...pe...Pee...Pee.." Faust couldn't tear his eyes away this time, as white material suddenly began to grey...Rivulets of Yuno's personal waters starting to sputter....splash....and then, Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuush down her legs in a hurried rush..starting to cascade down her inner thighs in a raging torrent. Faust's face went bright red as the girl's held waters finally hit the point of no return, having lasted for an admirable amount of time....But, finally hitting the endgame. The white material nearly turned transparent to show her creamy skin beneath her garments, as the small waterfall continued to coast down her legs...Yuno barely able to muster as much as a whimper as it all spilled out...Victorious...But also... "Yuno...Ohhhnn..Yuno's..." the girl whimpered, panting as she started to lean back. "Ohhhnnn..Yuno's...all wet now...But.." "We won.." Faust called, assuring the girl as he held her..The girl giving him a coy, vulgar grin. "Yes...We did." she mused, leaning up to kiss along his jawline...Before glancing up. "So...That means Yuno gets to decide what we do with you." the pinkette mused, with a grin. "If I may interject.." The crimson haired huntress called, with a coy grin. "Faust clearly didn't try at all...And, as the one with the highest total...we could make it so that only you win...And you get to boss us around." "Ah..?" "Yuno...sees." the pinkette mused, suddenly flashing a much more sinister, vulgar grin. "And...Faust did make you hold it until you peed yourself, Gasai." Penny called, with a grin. "Yuno could..want revenge on him for that." "Erm, but didn't you.." "Silence, sister.." Penny called quickly, gesturing. "So...Yuno can decide...So long as there are no objections." "Ah..But I.." Faust started, as the pinkette mashed her soaked rump into the boy, grinning. "Yuno thinks that's a wonderful idea." she interrupted, bumping into Faust again and again. "Yuno just need to decide..what to do.." "B..but I.." "No butts, Faust." the pinkette mused, bumping into him again with a vulgar, devious grin. "Yuno decides what happens now." ============================================================================================================================== Pokemon [Gotta] Go: End Author's Note: Ah, Hello! Thank you for reading Faust's fic! As a small aside, Faust was just wondering if people would be curious on going through with the ending part... More specifically, If people would want to see Yuno bossing around the others, for winning the contest. If so, Faust would like to see what kind of things that people would be interested in seeing Yuno do, with complete command of Faust, Youmu, and Penny. Whether it be something tame, something simple...or something..naughty. Faust is open to ideas, and thanks again for Reading Faust's fics!
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  2. Hello, Hello! Faust is here, and he has decided to unveil another little thread. Faust has Another Note, his Magic Adventures, and even one for when he was doing some family things....But, Faust had a thought. What if Faust wanted to write scenes, from a different person's point of view? Or, what if Faust wanted to write a one shot? Faust's others are lost to the Archives, and Faust thinks making a new thread every time he thinks up something would be rather troublesome.... Both for Faust to find, and for his readers to, in the case of them wanting to read Faust's fics, without having to spend an inordinate amount of time digging through the pages. So, Faust decided he'll make a thread for his assorted fics......That aren't Another Note, or Faust's Magic Adventures. Faust Hopes you all enjoy this fics, whether they be one shots, or turn into their own series. And, for those who are unaware, Faust has opened a thread where you can ask any of Faust's characters questions! https://omorashi.org/topic/31287-fausts-character-interview-thread/ Faust and all of his characters love answering questions, be they serious, silly, or lewd. So, if you want to ask them something, you have a thread for it! And, lastly but not least....Faust wishes you have a nice day! So, without further delay...Let the fiction begin. ================================================================================================================================================== Yuno's [First] Experimentation: The morning sun broke through the windows, stifled by heavy, dark blue curtains. Magenta eyes slowly fluttered open, as a familiar head of pink stretched up from her bed. "Mmmmmn...Yuno's glad that there's no school today." She called to herself, kicking her feet out from under her covers. "That means Yuno has plenty of time to...research, and experiment." Yuno had recently come into a very vital piece of information....A particular act of lewdity that stimulated Faust's own desires, greatly. As if on cue, the pinkette could feel a tiny pang just above her nethers. "That's right...Faust likes..." Yuno started to herself, sliding her fingers to her hips. "...Piddle.." The thought still brought a flush to her cheeks to think about. Faust, who was the most important person in her life, and had helped her through hard times.... Derived pleasure from...a social taboo, that resulted from long periods of time away from a toilet...Until one's internal waters spilled out, against their will. Yuno lightly pressed a finger to her mouth, thinking about the other night. "Yuno...held her piddle in for a long time.." she thought, lightly nipping her finger. "But...Yuno's tinkle tank was very tired after her jeans... So...." She lightly bounced her hips, as if gauging her own current need. Normally, she would have just gone straight to the bathroom and relieved herself, then start her day off on a fresh note....But... "Yuno...wonders.." She thought to herself, running her hands along the sides of her pink pajamas. Ever since she'd had her first, on-purpose accidents...her mind had wondered...pondered... 'Is Yuno...going to make this a habit?' she thought softly, sliding out of her bed, and pacing past the bathroom. Her house wasn't exactly small, but having the place to herself always made it feel larger than normal. Yuno's parents were a non-issue with her living, and she spent more time hanging out with Faust, or at school, than at her own place. There was a single table, barely large enough for two plates, and a pair of stools to sit on.... And, in a corner of the room, an old table with a computer mounted atop it. A modem shared the space, along with a cheap mousepad, and a Mouse ported with a USB cable. It wasn't the most impressive piece of technology, but it could serve it's purpose. "Omo...rashi..." she typed into the address bar, letting autocomplete do it's thing. "Oh good...It looks like Yuno's registration was accepted." Her fingers danced over the keyboard, starting to type in her username quickly. 'Youknowwhoitis' It was a silly name, but her own sort of inside joke. Nobody would know it was actually her....But, she could giggle about it when she told Faust....If he was on this site as well. She let her fingers type away, setting up an introduction message to the forums, and then starting to explore. Forums begat forums of data, as she glanced over. There were plenty of...descriptions of what it felt like...Or what it would appear to be. She let her hand dip to her pajama bottoms at this, squeezing herself slightly as she made a few polite comments here and there. She glanced up at the page 'Gallery', and paused. "Hmm..Yuno needs to wait until there are more approved posts before she can see that.." She thought, before slightly pausing. She went to scroll to her search bar, and started to type in an obvious set of key phrases. 'Girls peeing pants' She was presented with a few images of girls, and soaked garments. Her eyes looked over them, before she glanced over to the bathroom again. A small panging rang out in her bladder, but... "Yuno could..." She thought, standing up, and going over to it. "Always...try it out some more." She wasn't entirely sure how it made her feel, letting her waters flow...But, if it was for the sake of making Faust feel better, then she would try just about anything. She slowly paced into her bathroom, looking over the floor, sink, tub, and commode. She lightly bit her lip, bent at the waist, and stuck out her rump. "Mmmmnn...Yuno's been holllllllding it all day, Faust." The girl groaned out, wiggling her rump to exaggerate her need. "I..if Yuno tries to hold it anymore..She's gonna...Gonna..!" She squeezed her eyes shut, and let out a slight whimper...But, even as she did so, her garments remained dry as a bone. She let out a small whimper, trying to let herself relax....and failing. "Uuuuu...Yuno can't quite do it yet." she mused to herself, quietly. She looked down at her pristine pink pajamas, taking a small breath. "Yuno...Spent so long making sure she'd never pre-emptively empty her tinkle tank...That she can't do it in her clothes, on demand." She eyed the toilet with a serious look, thinking of what she'd done at Faust's. She'd sit down on it to relieve herself...But, she still had been nearly bursting when she got to it....So, she wasn't sure she could do it on command, in her pajamas. "Yuno thinks she needs to approach this...differently." She thought, starting out of the bathroom for a moment, feeling the slightest of whines from her bladder for ignoring the toilet after looking at it. "Yuno gave you your chance. Yuno's going to hold it now." She tensed her legs slightly, moving to her room to change into an outfit fit for going out in public. She peered over some jeans, some skirts, and even a long, ankle-length dress. She looked at it for a few moments, before shaking her head. "Yuno doesn't want to wet this willy nilly.." She thought, going for a skirt and blouse. Her fingers went over white, pink, and black undergarments..choosing a middle ground. "Yuno has a bunch of pairs of pink stripes." She mused to herself, clasping a pink-striped bra on her chest, and tugging up a pair of hip-hugging striped panties. She fastened her skirt over her waist, and tugged on a matching blue blouse. Her hands went over some thigh-high white socks, tugging them over her knees, and slipping into her shoes. "If Yuno is going to...do lewd things with her tinkle.." she uttered to herself, gathering her things. "Then...Yuno should get some more..expendable garments. Things she can dispose of....O..Or.." She blushed bright red at the thought of handing her soaked things over to Faust...and, for what he would no doubt do to them. Even when she'd turned the shower on, she could hear him the other night...And it made her tingle with delight. The thought of sometime seeing him do that kind of thing in person.... "Y..Yuno should get the clothes, before she makes these ones...wet." she mused, gathering her bag, and wallet, then starting out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "A...alright..." Yuno stammered quietly, as she paced down the path home...Bags held in her hands. "Yuno...thinks she has enough now. Yuno bought three packs of panties..." Enough for her to both use as fodder for wetting, and to use in her day to day life. "Two pairs of jeans...." She remembered the other day how her jeans were positively flooded, even if she wasn't sure when she lost it. They always felt tight on her, but some of the people on the site mentioned how they could..press on her bladder. And, if she had some more pressure on it... Pang She crossed her legs over one another, the thought making her remember she avoided her morning pee. She could feel her bladder twinging a bit more forcefully, making the girl pause for a few moments. "Yuno...Also got some diuretics.." she remarked to herself. "To..make herself have to pee more...And...P..plenty of drinks.." She looked down at her bag, debating the urge to grab one of the drinks...Before shaking her head. "Y...Yuno doesn't want to pee herself just yet.." She thought out loud, feeling her bladder pang in defiance. She continued to walk towards her own home, biting her lip softly. 'Though...if Yuno has to go bad enough.. she thought, closing her eyes. 'Maybe..Yuno can do it.' She wanted to soak...but, her body was too firm in it's upbringing. It wanted her to hold it, unless she was sitting on the potty. She gave a small whimper, before continuing her pace home, her mind awash with thoughts. 'Wh..what should Yuno pee first? Should Yuno just hold it in until she can't? Maybe Yuno should try peeing on the toilet again..' Every passing moment, every single thought always lead back to her bladder...And, with each passing step, every little moment...She could feel it getting bigger. Fuller. Yuno...needs to pee. she thought firmly to herself, as she came up to her building, and unlocked the door. She'd read a few entries of one being locked out of their home and wetting because of that...But, Yuno couldn't do that. "W..well..not again." Yuno whimpered to herself, remembering when the plumber had to come fix her bathroom. She'd had to hold for such a long time...An agonizing pressure.... And eventually, she just went behind her house, pulled her panties aside, and just let it....flow. 'Awwuuu...It figures Yuno didn't know until AFTER that..That Faust would enjoy it.' she thought, lightly. 'It would be an ideal situation...Reason..for Yuno to...pee her panties.' Her body lightly trembled as she set her things down, her desperation mounting as she eyed her bathroom. "Yuno could...deal with her urge." she sounded, lightly tugging her skirt. "O..or..Yuno could..always....Wait a bit more." She glanced down at her skirt, and then at her spoils from the store. She glanced over the diuretics, the jeans, and.... "Yuno should..start.." she called, feeling the red come to her face. "P...P...Preparing." No matter how hard she thought about it, no matter how frequently she prepared..Yuno couldn't shake a feeling of vague shame at what she wanted to do. As she unravelled her new pack of panties, the girl couldn't quite shake the flush on her lips. "All Yuno's life..Yuno's been doing her best to hold it.." she noted, sliding off her striped panties. "An..And now...Yuno's...trying to..." She couldn't even finish the thought audibly. The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt....And the stronger she could feel her bladder's need getting. She looked through the packs, deciding on a simple white cotton pair. She wriggled them up her legs, letting the material snap against her waist. "Okay...Yuno can relax now.." She mused to herself quietly, her hands dipping down to her waist to hold. "Nnn...Yuno really wants to go to the potty, Faust....Please...!" She put on the best kind of pouty expression she could muster...Though, unlike before, she could honestly feel her urges mounting. Picturing the boy telling her 'No', and making her wait a bit longer... "Uuuuu...But Yuno REALLY needs to pee.." she whimpered, slightly rubbing at her panties to try to alleviate the pressure...Before moving over to her computer chair again. She sat down in her chair, crossing one leg over another. "Yuno....should try to go in a few minutes." She could feel her bladder panging loudly, telling her computer time was later, and bathroom time was now. She sternly squeezed her legs tighter, leaning forward to look at the site. "Oh...Yuno can look at images now." She noted, seeing that her few posts earlier had been approved. She strode her mouse over the 'Gallery', eyes widening as she glanced over. Soaking after soaking...stain, after stain....Wet patch after wet patch... The girl buried her hand into her skirt at this, squeezing herself firmly as she looked over them. Every passing page of imagery feeling like the girl's shed piddle was making it's way into her bladder. Yuno bit her lip firmly, starting to wince as she crossed over to page 15. "Y..Yuno's...coming up on her limit.." she noted to herself with a tight whimper, moving onto page 16. The passing panty wetting pictures were taking their toll on her...And, with the occasional girl having pulled her panties aside to just pee...Yuno's mind was awash with vulgar imagery, and ideas. She rubbed her legs together, before bracing herself. "Yuno's..read it gets Much worse when you stand up.." she thought, tensing her muscles. "S..So..." She bent forward, gasping sharply as she felt the pressure lightly mashing her bladder...But, despite feeling her body nearly forcing a bit out, Yuno's body stubbornly denied losing it. Yuno gave a soft whimper, glancing towards her bathroom. "O..Ohh..Ohhh..Yuno should do this in the potty..." she sounded to herself, holding herself with both hands, and slowly staggering towards it. Her need had felt way worse now....And her mind was constantly peppered with that one thought. 'Pee.' "Y..Yuno's...Faust, Yuno's not going to make it.." she uttered to the boy, stopping partway to her bathroom, and just quivering in place. She whimpered, writhed, and squirmed....Yet, despite her growing urge...Something just kept nagging her. 'Yuno...Yuno's getting there, but...' she thought, taking one hand away, and going to her things again. She didn't want to get to her jeans just yet...but.. "Yuno just needs..a little more." She thought, pulling a bottle of water, and unscrewing the cap. "Pressure..." She raised the bottle to her lips and started to chug, feeling her bladder protesting the added liquid. Her legs quivered, and tensed with each passing gulp, feeling like she was pouring the bottle straight into her bladder. After drinking about half the bottle, she leaned over to set it on her computer desk, gripping herself with both hands again. "Uuuu...It's getting really bad." Yuno uttered to herself, starting back to her bathroom. She didn't bother with the posturing of mock desperation this time, deciding instead to just step into her bathroom, and eye the bathroom. Pang...PANG.. she felt, cupping herself slightly as she bent her knees slightly. "It's so close..." she said, feeling her bladder throb in agony. The proper thing to do would be to empty her bladder as it was, and forget the whole idea. Though.. "Yuno's been holding all morning.." She said to herself, swaying her hips subconciously as her bladder fought. "So...If Yuno's going to wet...She'd better do so now. Otherwise, all of her piddle has been for nothing." She just needed to will herself to let it flow, rather than do what she'd been doing her whole life. Her mind thought about sitting on the toilet once more to coax it out, but... "No..Yuno doesn't need it.." She said to herself, feeling her bladder pulsing. "Y..Yuno can..Can wet without that." She rocked back and forth, letting her fingers dip down to her skirt again, pressing on herself. She bent forward, and back, thinking back to all of the images she'd seen. Lots of girls wetting in classes, some of them peeing on the side of the road...Even a few that had made it to the toilet, but were still saturated with piddle. Her body tensed, trembled, and quivered...Each passing moment feeling like agony. "Nnnn..Yuno thought she would have peed by now.." She thought to herself, starting to turn away. "Maybe Yuno should take one of those Diure-" Pssh..! The girl blushed brightly, feeling a sudden warmth coating her panties. She gasped sharply, both hands burying in her skirt...That started to show a tiny, dime-sized wet spot. "O..O..Ohh no....!" Yuno quickly stammered, scampering over to the toilet instinctually, and plopping down. Little leaks gave way to a gushing torrent, and even as the warmth spread across her thighs, Yuno's face burned with shame. Not at having peed her panties, but... "Awuuu..Yuno used the potty.." She uttered, even as her skirt darkened considerably. She'd had her hands pressed against herself as it all rushed out, so it was well and proper stained....Yet.. "Nnn..." she sounded as she felt her bladder emptying, the relief bringing a flush to her face, a small moan of relief escaping. "Ohh..Yuno has held it so long...But, now she has to start all over again!" She shivered a bit as her stream tapered off, sliding her panties down off her legs. The white fabric had been considerably greyed, her warm, lewd waters still dripping off the gusset of them. "Yuno....will save these for later." She thought to herself, unclasping her skirt as well. She wiped herself off, flushed the toilet washed her hands, and strode out of the bathroom. "Yuno's going to have to shower now.." she sounded to no one, lifting up the jeans she'd bought, and looking over her panties. Reaching for a pair of pink ones this time, she quickly gathered the rest of her things for a shower, carting them into the bathroom. Hot steam quickly followed after she turned on the water, Yuno taking special care to wash every. inch. of her body thoroughly. "Nnn..Yuno'll do it better next time." She lightly chided herself, as she scrubbed down her legs. She'd hit a breaking point there, but then had gone for the toilet at the last possible second. A bit of a faux pas, giving her body that easy out... "Yuno'll have to find a place that's not near a potty.." She thought, running through her body a few more times....Before eventually finishing her shower. She shut off the water, toweled off, and started to tug on her clothes. "Mmmmnn..." she sounded as she slid up the jeans, pulling them up against her. "Oof...These are...really tight on Yuno.." She could feel the Jeans silhouetting her rump, hugging her hips firmly...and a light pressure at her midsection. She pulled on her shirt, and strode out of the bathroom, humming a bit. "Well.." she thought, glancing to the half-finished water bottle, and then the diuretics. She eyed the box warily, glancing at the instructions that told her to take one pill every so many hours...Before resolving herself. "Yuno's not sure how long this'll take.." she thought, popping one pill into her mouth...and then a second one right after. "But..This should speed her piddle along." She downed the rest of her water, setting the bottle down as she went to browse the site a bit more. She moved through a few more pages of imagery, crossing her legs before she'd even given it much thought. There were images of the girls bent over a desk....Some with their rumps stuck out, hammering on a bathroom door.....A few who used things other than a toilet to contain their piddle...And some who merely gushed down their legs, standing up as it cascaded like a waterfall. "There's a lot of ways to go about this.." She thought, before flushing at one in particular. A girl had squatted down outside, the image showing her...naughty parts silouetted under her soaking panties. Though she'd seen many images with the girl's parts..exceptionally focused on, this one stood out... Because the girl was standing right behind a building. The girl's own body quivered in memory, thinking about..the time again. 'W..what do you mean 'A few hours?'' "I'm sorry Miss Gasai, but it's going to take quite a time to fix this. You won't be able to use your water until we get it all sorted out." "B..but.." "But what..?" Her face burned brightly in shame, thinking on how embarrassing it had been. Thankfully, it had been a female plumber, and Faust seemed clueless to her growing, gnawing urge throughout the day. She'd spent the whole day wandering, pacing, and exploring the mall with him...Coming home to find the woman still tinkering away. She couldn't handle her urge anymore, and... The girl lightly bit her lip, glancing outside her back door. "Maybe.." She thought out loud, wincing as she stood up. "Nnnn..Maybe if Yuno goes back to that spot.." She started over to her backdoor, her body trembling a bit more than she expected to be, relative to the time from when she'd last drank. Her hand quivered as she held it out to the door, twisting the knob. She paused for a few moments, dipping her hands down to squeeze at herself again. A few steps out, and she could feel the thoughts flooding back to her. 'Uuuu..Uuuuuu...Yuno can't hold it..' She'd never meant it more than in that moment, having had to squat down and just...go. Her fingers had barely managed to pull her panties out of the way, but she had felt more than a passing amount of warmth against them as she did. Almost as soon as she had finished, the woman came to her with the news she was done.....Making Yuno angrier than she'd ever been in her life. "It was..right here.." she thought, glancing down at the foliage under her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, lightly shaking as she whimpered. "Yuno just..K..knelt down..and.." She started to bend at the knees, lowering her hips to the ground like she had back then... Psssh..! "A..Aaahhh!!" Yuno whimpered, feeling more than a little spurt escaping. Her body had taken the cue when she squatted, and no matter how much she tried to stagger to her feet, she couldn't find the strength to stop. Rivulets of navy blue darkened considerably, as Yuno let out a whimpering wail. "Y..Yuno caaaaan't..!" Her clear stream let out a strangling hiss, the girl shuddering and panting as her body completely tipped her tinkle tank, warmth spreading from her hips, all down her inner thighs..and even creeping up her butt. She whimpered softly, her face flushed compeltely crimson as she succumbed. "U..Uuuu...Uuu..Yuno's peed.." she softly uttered, her fingers running over her jeans. "Yuno..was just remembering...and...And..." She wanted to cry...She wanted to wail...and she wanted to never think of it again....But... 'Yuno feels....So...Good!' the girl thought as her stream finally tapered off, slowly struggling to her feet. "Mmmmnnn...Yuno's completely soaked....Her panties are drenched...Her socks are flooded....and her legs are completely saturated." She ran her fingers over the wet patch, giving a soft, mewling whimper. "A..and Yuno's.." She added, running her hands along her backside. "R..Rump is so warm...and wet.." She felt a burning need inside of her, one that couldn't be contained by any mere toilet....Though, there was something she had to do first. "Phone...Phone.." the girl gasped, looking around. "Yuno needs her phone.." She pawed around the room in a flustered rush, eventually finding the device sitting on her kitchen table. She grabbed the phone and flipped it open, fingers trembling in desire. "O..Ohhh..Ohhhh.." Yuno gasped to herself, bending over the counter as she fumbled with her phone. "Gotta...get the right...Angle.." She made sure to arch her back, holding the phone out as best she could to snap a picture of herself. 'Click....Click...Click.' She shuddered at what she was doing, quickly turning around to look at her pictures. She deleted two of them that hadn't quite been centered...but the third one... "A..and now.." she called, sliding her fingers down to unbutton her jeans. Immediately, she felt her body's strain laxxing a bit...And she wiggled down her jeans to her thighs...Her panties positively saturated. "T..the front.." She struggled to keep her quivering legs under control, aiming for the perfect shot as she let her camera fly...Snapshot after snapshot filling her Album....before she felt a spurt of warmth. "A..Ahhh..!!" She groaned softly, before pulling the phone back, and looking over the phone. Picture after picture, image after image.... She kept tossing out the troublesome ones, gasping softly when she saw one of the last ones.... "O..Ohhh..Yuno's...waters..." she whimpered, crossing one leg over another. "Yuno...got a picture as they were...flowing a bit.." A vulgar smile crossed her face, as she marked it in her phone, along with the previous one. She scrolled through her relatively short address book, and then... "Sending...Now." She mused, watching the symbol on her phone transitioning...before giving her the all clear. Another moan escaped her lips, as she put a hand on her mouth to stifle it. "O..Ohhh...Ohhh..Now Yuno Really needs that shower." she called to herself, starting into her bathroom without any mind to clean clothes....The warmth filling her body before she could even step into the shower. "Mmmm....Mmmmmmnnn...! Yuno.." She sounded, peeling her panties off as she started into the shower. "Yuno....Thinks she might have..some fun with this kind of thing." (Yuno's [First] Experimentation, End.)
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  3. http://www.eroprofile.com/m/videos/view/Selfie-piss-down-her-leg Found this on eroprofile and I don't recall having seen it before. Thought you'd all enjoy!
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  4. Hey guys it's been a while since I've posted. This is just a wierd little experience I encountered on the commute home this weekend after a few drinks. It takes me a subway train and bus to get to and from the downtown core of Toronto each anywhere from 25 to 45 minutes. Now the other night I'd been out for a pint with my friend in the city and I just managed to catch the last subway. Nothing really happened on the subway it was pretty empty several for an old couple and a group of 20 somethings (3 girls one guy) obviously heading home after a few drinks. I was mostly sober but two of these girls were not. It's not that they were slurring or stumbling they were just being kinda loud laughing and singing. Anyways the subway pulls into the station and I hope off and head up to my bus which happens to pull in just as myself and this group now behind me are coming up the escalator. We get on the bus but it's on a 10 or 15 minute holding period before we leave. After a few minutes I can hear the girls talking behind me(I'm not eavesdropping) literally half the bus could probably hear what they were talking about but one of them is debating making a run for the bathroom before we leave as she's had to go since they left the bar. Just as she's starting to lean towards going the driver jumps in and we're off. Along the journey this girl breaks conversations with her friends occasionally to remind them and apperently me and half the other people on the bus that she indeed still has to pee. Suddenly the bus screeches to a halt. The driver had to break to avoid some idiot on his cell making a turn the girl gasped and started whispering to her friends. I couldn't make out what she was saying, not that I wanted to I don't like to listen in on people. But I had my suspicions as she went from being the life of the party to quiet as a mouse. It was a few stops later when the passed my seat to get off that my suspicions were confirmed as she walked by I couldn't help but notice a dark patch all over the back of her jeans. I guess the stop startled her, but she seemed a good sport about it they were kinda laughing as they got off the bus. Anyways I'm sorry it's not much of a story but I hope you enjoyed
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  5. All right, f*uck Donald Trump. I agree with some of his points, like on abortion, and even then only on one point, but otherwise, f*uck his racist ass. Some of his supporters are assholes too, like one trucker who refused to give a ride to a paraplegic woman who was a Bernie supporter. I mean, building an even bigger wall around America? Monitoring every Muslim? Dafauq is up with this sentient orange/orangutan?
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  6. I saw a person rant on the series and how it should be showing her having accidents to teach kids the lesson not to hold it in and that a magical grandmother won't come in to save the day every time
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  7. I do agree that there were likely other options. However, I would like to add a couple notes in my defense- First, I did not have my phone on me at the time. I had it plugged in to my charger in the car and didn't think to grab it when I stopped. Also, just recently, I saw in the news that I man was arrested not too far from my location for entering a woman's restroom. All things considered, I would rather risk a charge of vandalism for peeing on the floor of a men's room than risk having to register as a sex offender for entering the woman's room. Also, all of this happened in an extremely short period of time. I was exhausted after a very long day, and had to pee very badly. I was not in a situation where I was able to carefully consider all of my options. Having never been in this bathroom before, I had no idea if this was a simple single use bathroom with just a toilet and a locking door, or a large sprawling facility with various toilets and urinals, or something between. With no source of light, I couldn't tell. Feeling my way along the wall likely would have been my next course of action, but I had no time left. The pee was on its way out. It was all I could do to quickly get my pants out of the way before I peed. I was going to pee at that point no matter what, there was no conscious choice on my part to let go, it was happening. I had no time to consider other options. In that moment, the only choice I had was do I whip it out or go in my pants. It was a very split second decision. And this isn't something I am proud of, I feel quite bad about it. I have been in the situation where I have had to deal with messes in bathrooms left by other people, and I have been trying to figure out what else I could have realistically done in this circumstance. Sure, I could have grabbed my phone from the car before I went in, or maybe do that instead of asking about the light at the counter. Maybe, if I were a bit more daring, I could of peed along the public road some place earlier on my drive. Or, perhaps the best thing to do in that situation would have been to give up on the bathroom, return to my car, and wet my pants. That way there wouldn't of been a mess for anyone to clean up. But, in that moment, I didn't have the time to consider all this. It was a situation I found myself in, and with no time left, I made a split second decision.
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  8. Hello, Here are a few more from the same girl, and also a really good wetting I bought off of Manyvids.com. Enjoy! shorts wetting.mp4 jeans wetting.mp4 Wetting-my-Skinny-Jeans.wmv
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  9. The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya. It is a light novel adaptation (The first if I remember correctly) and it hit about ten years ago and became insanely popular. Ever seen this girl? This is Haruhi. And if you haven't seen her floating around I'd be shocked. They made two anime seasons, though the second is basically just all the stuff they left out from the light novels they covered (and had a different director and was terrible, so terrible the director of the first season who made it so popular apologized for leaving to work on other projects and "allowing" it to happen). They also made a movie which covered one of the novels by itself I believe. Watch all of it, regardless of weather any of the anime is bad or not, it's a piece of anime history that has an insane concept that's executed so well you just want more. Plus it's one that got an insanely good dub too. Watch it. Haruhi commands you.
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  10. Hello, Sorry I haven't been posting as of late. I've been way too busy. Here's the videos i've gotten this month. Enjoy! :) 1. Weak Bladder - The theme in this video is that she has a weak bladder. She sits down to read a magazine and she starts peeing without realizing it. Soon, she soaks her shorts and finds quite the shock when she finishes her article. 2.Hypnotized Wetting - For this video she gets hypnotized and follows whatever command her master gives her. 3. Emily Wetting - Amazing, miraculous, spectacular... it's a shorts wetting. Weak Bladder Final.mp4 Hypnotized Wetting.mp4 Emily Wetting.mp4
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  11. Yesterday evening my girlfriend and I went out hiking. It was a somewhat warm day, so we had been drinking a fair amount of water to stay hydrated. We were on the return leg of our hike, and at this point she had gone through a couple bottles of water already. My girlfriend is primarily into diapers, though she is happy to wet in private for me when I ask. Often when we go out, she will ware a diaper under her clothes and secretly wet herself. Desperation and public accidents really are not her thing, nor is that something I am really into, so unlike some couples into omorashi we don't have play public holding games or have accidents. Though she often wears a diaper when we go hiking, she had not on this particular trip. As we were on the return portion of the hike, she suddenly tells me she has to pee. Often she says this to me, being playful, because she knows I will be interested. Usually she doesn't actually have to pee when she says this, she just likes the ability to instantly distract me and forget whatever else we were talking about. However, I could tell from the way her voice sounded this wasn't her usual playful statement of having to pee, but she was serious. Usually, when she needs to pee, she just holds it and doesn't say anything, unless she is intentionally being naughty and peeing in her diaper. Otherwise, it is something she tends to make a fuss about. That she had to pee so bad she was telling me about it, and not in a playful mood, indicated that she was extremely desperate. As holding isn't her thing, it was unusual for her to be in such a situation. The issue of course was that she had drank two bottles of water. She also doesn't particularly like relieving herself outdoors. This was a mountain trail, that had a steep drop off one side and a steep upward cliff on the other, so there was no leaving the trail to find a bush or tree to hide behind. Every couple of minutes we had passed other hikers on the trail, so pulling down her pants and relieving herself on the path would of been extremely risky. I have no desire to force her to have an accident that she doesn't want, and her concern about needing to pee made me concerned for her. I legitimately wanted to help her out. One option of course was to relieve herself on the trail, right there, but that would of been very risky. Another option would be to try to hold it until we get to the trail head, where there was an outhouse, but she said she wasn't sure if she could make it that far, even though we were almost done with the hike. Finally, we could continue on the trail, keeping our eyes open for a suitable place where she could pee. A bend in the trail, that would give us a good sight line to see people coming from a ways off, we decided would be a good spot where she could just go on the trail. Or, of course some place where it got a bit flatter and she could sneak behind a tree. A few minutes later, walking down the trail ahead of her, I suddenly her her gasp and spun around. She had a shocked look on her face, her eyes huge, hands covering her mouth, a telltale wet patch had appeared on her pants and was rapidly growing. Completely on accident, without intending to at all, she had fully wet herself. "I can't believe I just did that," she said, more surprised than embarrassed. Her face was very red, however. With her pants soaking wet, we quickly made our way down to the trail head. At one point a group of hikers passed us, but we could hear their voices before we saw them. Almost back to the trail head at that point, the terrain had leveled out and my girlfriend had leaped into the shrubs to hide from them. As soon as they were safely out of sight she sprinted to the car. She hid inside the car, out of view, while I caught up with her. We then drove home where she cleaned up.
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  12. Potty Timer

    It's been a while since I put up a story. This one contains some light BDSM and, of course, omorashi. June 7 I know you'll be turned on by reading this, which is why I'm keeping it from you until all this is over. What can I say? I like teasing you. Being submissive doesn't come easy for me, which is probably why I find it so hot. To understand me, you need to understand my mom. She was a single mother and a rabid feminist. I mean, she was a little behind the times. Her brand of extreme feminism was en vogue in the early seventies, but my mom didn't come of age until the late eighties. She must have been lonely. My mom was a real man-hater. She took the good parts of feminism—equal rights and equal pay for women, the right to choose abortion, the idea that a woman is equally capable as a man in anything that doesn't require hard physical labor—and twisted it into an ideology that didn't just put man and woman on equal footing, but elevated women to a superior species. My mom used to say men were only good for two things: hard labor, which—it wasn't that women couldn't do it, it was just beneath their dignity—and as sperm donors. The best orgasms come when you play with your toys, you don't need no man inside you. Yes, my mom really talked like that, and she started telling me explicitly about sex before I even hit puberty. I'm not talking the birds and the bees here, I'm talking how to apply a vibrator to your G spot for optimal orgasms. I'm talking how God obviously favors women, because why else would he give a refractory period to men, preventing them from experiencing the ultimate pleasure more than once an hour, and none to women? I think she was lonely. Her beliefs separated her from other people. I never knew my father, but I pretty much concluded that he must have been the best guy ever, because by the time I was thirteen I had decided to believe the opposite of whatever my mom said about men, and boy, did she speak ill of him. He probably decided he was better off without her. She never had any boyfriends when I grew up—once or twice she had one night stands, I think, although she quickly shuffled the men out the door before she thought I was awake, as if she were ashamed of herself for stooping so low as to actually sleep with a man. Even though I was a contrarian teen, there was something growing in me, a kind of desire, which made me feel ashamed. It wasn't easy rebelling against my mom. She was a chain smoker and when she caught me sneaking a cig when I was sixteen, she scolded me, not for smoking, but for stealing. If I wanted to smoke, I would have to give her money and she'd go to the store and buy me my own cigarettes. The only things she really scolded me for was if I didn't do my chores—and rebellion via laziness felt utterly petty, not at all what I wanted—or if I happened to say something positive about the Male Race. That's what she called men, as if men and women were different species. I learned to keep my thoughts about men to myself. It must seem like my mom was an utterly horrible parent, and that I hate her, but don't get the wrong idea. Yes, she was an awful parent, but I don't hate her, I pity her. She could be great fun. You should know I've inherited her mental instability—so watch out! That's what the medication bottle in my bathroom cupboard is for. I've got it handled, mostly. But my mom, she would have long periods where she sat staring off into space, not saying a word, and I could hear her crying at night sometimes. But that would alternate with periods where she had all the energy in the world, when she was always laughing and smiling and not even men could make her upset. She would suddenly decide to take me out of school for the day to have an imprompty picnic, and then send me back the next day with a wink and a note that said I had been ill with fever and that's why she thought it best to keep me at home. She had a wonderful humor, too, very dark but outrageously funny. But that's her. This diary is about us, you and me. My mom is just necessary background for what follows. This unspeakable desire I mentioned, it went against everything my mother had taught me. To her, the Male Race was an inferior kind of human, a kind of error in the assembly line of perfect females. Women should run the world, and men should be grateful that they got to live in it. But I started having erotic dreams, dreams that ran a hundred and eighty degrees away from my mother's worldview. Strong men scolding me, spanking me, telling me what to do. For a long time, I was ashamed. I masturbated thinking about bearded men lifting me off my feet, splaying me across their laps and spanking me while telling me what a dirty slut I was. Then I would cry myself to sleep. God, I was such a dramatic teen. It took a long time for me to accept that I'm submissive, and that's okay. It's totally fine to willingly give up power if you get something in return—erotic feelings and feelings of safety and comfort. If a woman is her own master, surely it is within her power to give up power to someone else, someone who respects her and respects her limits, and who is man enough to take on the responsibility for another's safety and happiness that comes with power exchange. As you know, I have another kink. It took me a lot longer before I dared to tell you. Well, I was kind of forced to after I forgot to use incognito mode that one time and you caught my browsing history and just gave me that look. You should know the embarrassment I felt at that moment has become a favored part of my library of sexual fantasies. I had to admit it, and I was so afraid that you'd think I was a freak. It was one thing to be into spanking, to get wet when a strong man tells you to do something you don't want to do, but know you will do anyway. But this? I never told you how I got into it. I've always had a strong bladder. I remember I was curious, perhaps conspiciously so, in hindsight, when I was young and there were rumors in kindergarten that some kid wet themselves. I never got to witness it, but I heard that it happened and I remember thinking, wouldn't that be cool to see? One time, when I was thirteen or fourteen, I wet the bed. It's the only time I've ever done it since I got out of diapers. I don't know why it happened, but I must have had too much to drink before bed, and then skipped my usual bedtime pee because I was tired. It was only a little bit. My butt and panties were wet, and there was a little spot on the sheets, but I woke up and I was still bursting. My cheeks burned with the fire of a thousand suns when I realized what happened. I still really needed to pee, and I knew I could probably make it—I put the odds at two to one, meaning I was on the edge of having an accident. Another one. I had never been that desperate in living memory. I knew the wet spot was small enough that I could probably hide it from my mom. But the damage was done. I had undeniably wet the bed. That's when I had a naughty idea. I felt defeated already, so why not go all out? I was sitting up in bed, hands in my crotch to stem the tide, but at that moment I laid back down and carefully removed my hands. I closed my eyes and waited. My stellar potty training was yelling at me, telling me to hold it, this is no place to pee, you are not going to have an accident! But it was early morning and like any teen, I would keep it going until two in the morning and then zonk out until at least ten—this was a Sunday, or Saturday, I don't recall but it was definitely not a school day. Sleep began creeping into my consciousness, and I faintly registered that a trickle had began leaking out, re-warming my butt, but then I was off to dream land again. I woke up a little while later, and this time, I had really wet the bed. I no longer had to pee, but there was a me-sized puddle underneath me. The sheets were ruined. The mattress, possibly. There was no way I could hide this from my mom. I gingerly got out of bed. I was wearing panties and an oversized t-shirt which I liked to imagine really belonged to a strong man, a man who would surely spank me for touching his stuff without permission. My legs were wet. The front of the shirt was dripping. I made my way through the house—it was early morning, and the light leaking in through the blinders gave the whole house an eerie look, like some witch had cast a spell over everything. I could see dust motes spinning around in a crack of light. I remember thinking my mom would make me vacuum later. I knocked once on the door to my mom's room, and then I stepped in. “What…?” She said, still half asleep. There was only a tiny crack of light coming from the door, so my accident wasn't immediately apparent. My mom opened her eyes, sought out mine in the darkness. I stood there silent for a minute while she adjusted to the darkness, began waking up. I think I've inherited that from my mom, too: it takes me a while to wake up, and when I'm in that state halfway between sleep and waking, there is no speaking to me. You might as well speak to your closet. Finally she looked down and saw the spot on my shirt. “Honey, did you hurt yourself?” She asked. I guess I must have been misty eyed. You try waking up your mom to tell her you wet the bed at fourteen. I know I've been trying and failing to get you embarrassed, but I don't think even you could do that with a straight face. She sought some kind of explanation in my eyes, and then she zoned in on the wet spot. “Oh,” she said. “Oh, oh, oh my.” This was the moment of judgment. I knew she would think I was a baby, would scold me for being such a bad girl, would probably demote me to diapers right then and there. Catastrophic scenarios played out in my head. Worst cases were the only cases. I imagined her forcing me to give my teacher a slip of paper that said to let me go to the bathroom whenever I wanted, because I was having “potty issues,” and I imagined my teacher accidentally holding the slip the wrong way so my entire class would see it, and everyone would laugh, and I would be called pissy pants for the rest of my life. None of that happened. “Oh, honey, I'm sorry that happened to you,” was all my mom said. I think I was full of crying now, because I remember she held my face and wiped off my tears. “I'm not mad,” she said. “Don't you think I'm a big baby?” I sniffled. “Of course not,” she said. “It could happen to the best of us. Did you forget to go before bed?” “Uh-huh,” I said. My face felt like it was on fire. “Is it bad?” “I think you may need to buy a new mattress. A new bed, even!” I said. She laughed at that. My mom was in one of her “up” moods, so she laughed at everything. I think she must have been up until four in the morning—which wasn't unusual for her when she got like that—and had only just fallen asleep when I came to wake her. Everything is either upsetting or hilarious when you're that tired, there's no middle ground. She got out of bed and told me to take a shower. And you know what I did? I was genuinely upset, but for some reason I was also terribly aroused. I directed the shower head to my crotch and began humping it until I came. When I got out of the shower, my bed was magically restored. My mother insisted that I must be ill and told me to sleep in her bed. I felt like a child, more so than I ever had. I was just starting to develop physically and naturally, having a B cup made me feel like a woman, not a little girl, but sleeping in my mom's bed after I peed in mine made me feel very small, and, confusingly, I liked it. Very much so. To add to my embarrassment, my mom insisted that I sleep on top of a towel, “Just in case there are any more leaks. I think you may have caught a UTI. We'll see about getting you to the doctor.” The doctor! Please no. I couldn't bear the embarrassment of having my mom cart me off to my GP to tell him about my bedwetting, and I said so. I begged her, please don't do this to me. That changed her mind. “Oh, honey, you're right. I wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of a man unless it's absolutely necessary. But if there are any more accidents, I'm afraid we'll have no choice.” There were no more accidents. I've never once peed my bed, or my pants, or anywhere else that isn't a toilet—or once in some bushes while camping—since that day. I didn't tell you this story the day you found my porn history, even though I know you'd have gotten a kick out of it. But as you know, I did confess that I find women peeing themselves hot. And the next day, when we had our big “kink talk,” I told you what's more, I have a fantasy where a man punishes me for having an accident. I don't know when you came up with your little plan, but man, the way you presented it to me, I could have melted right there. I was just absentmindedly walking to the bathroom before we were about to head out, when you said, “Stop right there, little miss.” “Huh?” I said. I had no idea. “Where do you think you're going?” “Just going to the bathroom?” “It's two PM. That's not one of your designated bathroom allowances.” “My what?” “You heard me, little miss.” And then you laid out the schedule. The schedule designed to break me. Week one, that is to say this week, my bathroom allowance is four times per day, at exactly these times and no other times: 7 AM, 11 AM, 3 PM, 7 PM. Week two, which is to say next week, my allowance is only three: 7 AM, 1 PM, 7 PM. Week three, my allowance is only twice per day: seven in the morning and seven in the evening. “I don't think there will be any need for a week four. By then, you will be broken.” “What do you mean?” I said. I didn't even bother arguing about the schedule. It wasn't a specific fantasy I'd ever had, but it combined all my kinks: relinquishing control, the prospect of peeing my pants and being powerless to stop it. “I mean you will have peed your pants at least once, probably more than once by then, and I will ruthlessly ridicule you for it. That's when you break. But don't worry, I'll be there to pick up the pieces. I love you, you know that.” “I've never peed my pants!” I said. I didn't mention that incident when I was fourteen. It almost didn't count—I mean it was basically on purpose, right? I only had a tiny real accident. “I've never met a girl I couldn't break.” You said, confident as ever. “You mean you've done this… bathroom schedule thing before?” “No, not exactly. Peeing isn't my thing. I'm not disgusted by it, or by you getting off on it. It just doesn't do anything for me per se. But the prospect of controlling and humiliating you, now that gets me hard as a rock. I just chose a way that combines my kinks with yours.” “So...” “So I've met your type before. You want to be broken, humiliated, crushed, but you think you're unbreakable. Deep down you're afraid of the prospect that it's just a comfortable fantasy. That you really will break and that you won't be able to handle the fallout. You like to be in control, which is why it turns you on to be denied that control. Fear and excitement are the same emotion with different feelings attached. Your heart beats faster, you feel the anxiety in your throat. For some, they panic. You find the idea arousing, but you're afraid that if the fantasy becomes real, you'll panic. Well, I've broken girls before. None of them panicked. All of them—both, don't think I'm such a big player—handled it really well. It was fun and different and exciting.” I stuck my tongue out. “I am not going to pee my pants!” “Well, you better not in my car. I recommend you set a potty timer on your phone, because if you forget, if you're not headed to the bathroom by five minutes past, you forfeit that break and have to wait until the next one.” “Potty timer? Really?” “Yes, really.” Well, it's Tuesday. Day two. I already forgot my three PM pee, and when four rolled around, I was squirming a bit in my seat at work. When it neared seven, I was bent over, trying not to think about Niagara Falls. I ran to the toilet at seven sharp and peed for over a minute, full force. Grudgingly, I've set a “potty timer” on my phone. But I refuse to call it that. If I ever catch you using that term, I'll whoop your ass, I mean it. Wish me luck. I think week one will be fine, but next week could pose a challenge. Thankfully my vacation's coming up, so I don't have to be around people all desperate. We can do our little game in private. I just hope you don't have any nasty plans...
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  13. I've decided to post these, since I get asked a lot about them... This is the earliest time I can remember wetting my pants on purpose, it was 1983, and I was 2-3 years old, already potty-trained for some time. I was washing dishes, standing on a rickety old blue step-stool, and enjoying the feel of the warm water on my hands. I suddenly got the idea that if I peed my pants, I'd feel that way all over. I didn't have to go, so I actually had to push it out, but it did feel very good, nice and warm all the way down my legs. My mom wasn't happy about it, and scolded me for having an accident. Later that year, we moved to a new house, and I remember vaguely an incident of an accident while riding my Fisher Price giraffe down the block, where my neighbor was mowing his lawn. Something about the vibrations I was feeling just made me pee; not a whole lot, just a little, some ran off the giraffe and spotted the cement, and I hurried home, hoping the neighbor wouldn't notice. I didn't tell my parents about it, I was wearing a dress, so I just changed my undies and went about the rest of my Sunday. The next summer, 1984, I saw a boy I was playing with pee in our back yard a couple of times, and was amazed. I was also somewhat gender-confused; my mom cut my hair like a boy's, and bought me yard sale clothes, and some of the tags read "BOYS", yet other times she put me in dresses, so I wasn't sure what I was. So, I wanted to see if I could pee standing up like the boy had. I pulled my boy's shorts down around my knees and stood in front of the toilet the next time I had to go, and cut loose. The pee just went right into my pants, and I couldn't stop it, either. I didn't even think to sit down on the toilet, I just stood there and made a puddle. Mom was furious. That's all I can think of. I didn't have many wettings at all as a very young child, accidental or otherwise, and I never once wet the bed.
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  14. Hey guys it's been a while since I've posted. This is just a wierd little experience I encountered on the commute home this weekend after a few drinks. It takes me a subway train and bus to get to and from the downtown core of Toronto each anywhere from 25 to 45 minutes. Now the other night I'd been out for a pint with my friend in the city and I just managed to catch the last subway. Nothing really happened on the subway it was pretty empty several for an old couple and a group of 20 somethings (3 girls one guy) obviously heading home after a few drinks. I was mostly sober but two of these girls were not. It's not that they were slurring or stumbling they were just being kinda loud laughing and singing. Anyways the subway pulls into the station and I hope off and head up to my bus which happens to pull in just as myself and this group now behind me are coming up the escalator. We get on the bus but it's on a 10 or 15 minute holding period before we leave. After a few minutes I can hear the girls talking behind me(I'm not eavesdropping) literally half the bus could probably hear what they were talking about but one of them is debating making a run for the bathroom before we leave as she's had to go since they left the bar. Just as she's starting to lean towards going the driver jumps in and we're off. Along the journey this girl breaks conversations with her friends occasionally to remind them and apperently me and half the other people on the bus that she indeed still has to pee. Suddenly the bus screeches to a halt. The driver had to break to avoid some idiot on his cell making a turn the girl gasped and started whispering to her friends. I couldn't make out what she was saying, not that I wanted to I don't like to listen in on people. But I had my suspicions as she went from being the life of the party to quiet as a mouse. It was a few stops later when the passed my seat to get off that my suspicions were confirmed as she walked by I couldn't help but notice a dark patch all over the back of her jeans. I guess the stop startled her, but she seemed a good sport about it they were kinda laughing as they got off the bus. Anyways I'm sorry it's not much of a story but I hope you enjoyed
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  15. Dive

    So this is what happens when I can't sleep. I end up writing a weird story, and I'm sure it gets stranger the longer, and later, it gets. This will likely be a One-shot story as I have no intentions to continue it, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. Dive Sarah crouched low and held her breath, waiting for the door to close. When it finally did, she let out a long sigh of relief. If she were to be caught now, all of this would have been for naught. Slowly sneaking deeper into the room, guided only by the dim light shining through the gaps around the door, Sarah finally reached her goal. A computer monitor that would have looked at home in the nineties soon hummed to life with a single key stroke. A USB flash drive was plugged into the old machine, and the transfer of files started. Sarah was glad she didn't have to use the floppy diskettes she had brought, you could never be sure with ancient technology like this. Before long the transfer was complete, compressed to less than a Gig in total. Sarah made sure to copy over the little program she had developed, onto the desktop, just in case she needed it in the future. Putting the computer back to sleep, Sarah slipped out of the room, leaving no evidence she had ever even been there in the first place. Sarah's heart was still pounding when she finally returned home. Booting up her own computer, something from this century, she hurriedly examined her newly acquired bounty. Rather than personally read through each document, Sarah simply ran the search algorithm she had prepared. Programmed to search for a number of target key words, the results soon popped up on the screen. Sarah smiled. "Jackpot." ========================================================= Bed wetter: 25 results Diaper: 17 results ========================================================= Unable to wait, even until morning, Sarah quickly opened up the first relevant result, and read. ======================================================== Name: Amy Meadows Sex: F DOB: 3/12/1998 Height: 5'5" Notes: Subject claims to have full continence, and physical evaluation corroborates self report, however abnormal bladder size promotes symptoms of incontinence. Frequent bed wetting, and occasional daytime accidents observed. Diapers recommended for extended outings. Full Dive: Click Here ========================================================= Sarah could only guess at the reasons why the government had these files. They had stored them so far off the gird there had to be a reason. Whatever the case, Sarah had her own reasons, but for tonight, she decided to have a bit of fun with it. Jacking into the computer, Sarah prepared for the dive. The government warnings always said that diving wasn't a substitute for sleeping, but then again the government said a lot of things. Sarah clicked the waiting link and laid back in bed. ---------------------------- Diving wasn't the hard part, coming back was much harder. Sarah would deal with the hangover later, for now she was going to enjoy the high. The program initialized and Sarah could feel all of her senses being flooded with new information. No longer was she lying in bed back home, now she was standing in the middle of a brightly lit room; a classroom by the looks of it. There were girls seated all around the room, facing who Sarah assumed was the teacher, at the front of the room. Sarah took a moment to gaze out the large windows that adorned one side of the room; there was so much green. It was beautiful. Shaking her head to clear her mind, Sarah looked back at the girls. They were sitting perfectly still, the simulation wouldn't start until Sarah picked a role. The subject, Amy, was highlighted, but Sarah didn't feel like taking the leading role this time around. There would be plenty of time for experimenting later on, all the time in the world. For now, Amy turned her attention to the girls sitting around Amy. Touching each one to receive their bio, Sarah was tempted to choose Amy's best friend. Plenty of opportunities there. But it wasn't to be, not this time anyway. Sarah had bigger plans for this dive. Making her way to the front of the room, Sarah turned her attention to the teacher. Jessica was it? The woman was tall, and had her short brown hair pulled into a pony tail behind her head. She was young to be a teacher, but still exuded that mature, teacher vibe. There was another reason that Sarah chose this woman. "Sister and teacher? It's just too perfect." Jessica was Amy's sister. Unable to wait any longer, Sarah selected Jessica, and the world started moving again. All of Jessica's thoughts, feelings, and memories were absorbed by Sarah in an instant. Sarah knew exactly what Sarah would say and how she would say it in any given situation. Of course, it wouldn't be fun to follow the script exactly, so Sarah would be sure to make things interesting. The bell rang, dismissing the class, so Sarah/Jessica called out over the rustling of the students preparing to leave. "Don't forget to pack whatever you need for the field trip. The buses will be leaving at 7 a.m. Don't be late. Have a great day everyone, I'll see you all tomorrow." With all the preparations for the class trip finalized, there was no reason for Sarah to stay at the school. It wasn't hard to find her car using Jessica's memories. She thought it might be fun to drive home with Amy in the car, but it turned out Amy had her own car, so Sarah would just have to meet her at home. The trip home was uneventful. Sarah had just pulled out her keys to unlock the front door of the house when Amy pulled up. The girl seemed to be in quite the rush. Not even bothering to retrieve her bag from the car, Amy raced to the door where Sarah was standing. Hunched over with both hands gripped tightly between her legs, Amy looked up desperately at Sarah. "Hurry! Open the door!" Amy begged. Sarah sighed, just as Jessica would have. "Why didn't you use the bathroom at school Amy?" Sarah took a matronly tone as she scolded Amy. "I didn't have to go then. Just open the door, please!" Amy seemed ready to burst, so Sarah finally unlocked the door and pushed it open, ushering the leaking girl inside. With a "Thank you" shouted over her shoulder, Amy raced inside and slammed her way into the bathroom. Sarah made her way into the kitchen, and helped herself to some of the tastier looking morsels from the fridge. At least she didn't have to watch what she ate while in a dive. After exiting the bathroom, Amy entered the kitchen and copied Sarah, helping herself to some food. "Amy...I was thinking." Sarah started the conversation with just the right amount of hesitation. "Hmm? What is it?" Amy looked up at Sarah with a mouth still half full of food. "About the trip tomorrow. It's a long bus ride, and there isn't a bathroom on the bus. Plus we're spending the night in a hotel." Sarah could see the combination of resentment and embarrassment growing in Amy with every word. "Uugh. You sound like Mom. I'll be fine." "I just don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of your friends. Maybe you should wear..." "I told you I'm fine! Just shut up." "Amy..." "Mom's not here. And you need to quit acting like her. There's no way I'm wearing...that on a field trip. So drop it." Amy stormed off, and slammed the door to her bedroom. Her reaction wasn't particularly surprising, but for now, Sarah had more to do than to fix a sibling relationship. Amy and Jessica's overnight bags for the next day trip had been diligently packed and were waiting by the front door, ready for the next morning. Sarah made a few special additions to both her own bag, as well as Amy's. Sarah acted mostly on auto pilot for the rest of the night. Tomorrow was the big day, and she was ready for it to arrive. ---------------------------- "Alright, listen up. When you hear your name, raise your hand and say 'here'." It was 7:05 a.m and Sarah was standing at the front of the bus taking roll call as they prepared to leave. Once everyone was accounted for she turned and nodded to the bus driver. "If you forgot anything, or you need to use the bathroom..." The bus started moving. "Too late, we're gone." Some of the students gave a weak cheer, but most were quiet. It was rather early in the morning after all. Sarah took her seat at the front of the bus, directly behind the bus driver, and closed her eyes. She was tired herself; probably from lack of sleep, or maybe her real life exhaustion was coming through. Either way, she tried to relax, and was almost dozing off when she was startled awake by someone shaking her shoulder. "Hmm? What is it? Oh, Amy, what's up?" Sarah could guess even with out asking. Amy was bent over to speak close to Sarah's ear in the loud bus, but one of Amy's hands had found itself firmly planted between her legs, wrinkling the front of her uniform skirt. "Umm, are we going to stop soon?" Amy was biting her lower lip and looked a bit nervous. "I told you before Amy, we won't be stopping until we get there. It'll probably be another hour or so. Is everything alright?" Amy looked anything but alright, her eyes filled with dismay at Sarah's words. "Oh, umm, yeah...I'm fine. I just kinda need the bathroom is all." Sarah gave Amy a knowing look full of sympathy. "Can you hold it? It's not too much farther. Or I can ask the driver to stop so you can nip into the bathroom real quick." Sarah could see Amy weighing the risks associated with stopping and letting the whole class know she stopped the bus just so she could pee, versus possibly wetting herself in front of everyone on the bus. "Ummm..." Before Amy could make up her mind, Sarah took Amy's arm and, scooting over until she was next to the window, pulled Amy into the now empty seat next to her. "Listen, Amy." Sarah was whispering into Amy's ear so that only she could hear her words. "I brought some of your...special underwear with me, in my purse. I was going to offer it to you tonight so you wouldn't have to worry about any nighttime...incidents, but if you need it now, you can sit by the window and pull them on. No one would have to know anything. And you wouldn't have to worry anymore." Sarah thought it seemed like a reasonable plan, especially when Amy was obviously reaching her limit. There was no way she would be able to wait another hour. She probably wouldn't even be able to wait until the bus driver reached the nearest rest area, but Amy apparently didn't share the same opinions. "You're. Not. My. Mother. I'll be fine." Amy hissed angrily at Sarah before getting up to leave. "I'm here if you need me." Sarah watched Amy return to her seat halfway back the bus. From what Sarah had seen already, there was no way Amy would be able to hold it the rest of the trip. The only question now was whether her pride would get the better of her, at the risk of humiliation. It didn't take long for Amy to return, fifteen minutes at most. "Do you think you could ask the driver to stop somewhere?" Amy asked meekly. She had taken the seat next to Sarah and was currently rubbing her knees together with both her hands resting between her thighs. "I'm sorry Amy, I did ask. But she said that we're almost there, and late as it is, so she's not going to stop." At Sarah's words, Amy bit her lip and started fidgeting even faster. "Just take this. I know you don't like it, but it's better than the alternative, right?" Sarah handed Amy the thick white garment taken from her purse. Amy took what could only be described as a diaper from her sister. She looked reluctant, but once she realized what she was holding she quickly tucked it between her legs, lest anyone see. "Scooch over." Sarah stood up and gestured for Amy to sit next to the window. There was no one sitting directly across the aisle from them, so Amy was unlikely to be seen from where she was sitting. Sarah could tell that Amy still needed a bit of encouraging. "Wearing this doesn't make you a baby. Wetting yourself would be much more baby-like. This is you making a grown-up decision in a tough situation." With that, Sarah turned her back to the window to give Amy some privacy. It didn't take long for Sarah to hear the telltale crinkling. Amy had made up her mind, or at least her bladder had made it for her. When the sounds finally stopped, Sarah looked over to see a very red faced Amy. If her expression of relief was any indication, it hadn't taken her long to make use of her new undergarments. "Feel better now?" Sarah couldn't resist asking with a grin. "Shut up...but thank you." Amy was obviously very embarrassed by they whole situation, but she must have been relieved, in more ways than one, to have not embarrassed herself in front of anyone besides her sister. "Here." Sarah handed Amy a plastic bag from her purse. "What's this?" Amy asked, while opening the bag. "Well I thought the bag might help you dispose of what you're wearing in the bathroom, and inside the bag is another diaper, just in case." Sarah whispered the word 'diaper,' but Amy still frantically tied the bag shut and looked around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear her. "This was just a one time thing, I won't need the second one." Amy's denial seemed less confident than it did previously. "Well that's up to you, but I do need to talk to you about something. It's about the hotel for tonight. I asked if they could make sure to place waterproof mattress covers on all of the beds. They said that would be fine, except that they don't have enough covers. They can only protect about half the beds, and so they asked if I could provide them with the room numbers of the more...high risk individuals." "Did you tell them that I'm 'High Risk?' I don't wet the bed, and I don't need to wear a diaper to bed." Amy was getting heated again as her embarrassment was fading. "I didn't tell them anything yet. I said I would get back to them today. I'm not saying you do wet the bed, I just thought you might be more comfortable wearing some protection, just in case. Sometimes sleeping in a strange environment can cause problems." "Ugh, tell them whatever you want. I don't care. But what am I supposed to say if the other girls find out I'm the only one with a plastic sheet on my bed?" "Oh don't worry about that, you certainly wouldn't be the only one with a sheet, and I'll just tell the hotel to put them on half the beds anyway, it's easier that way." "Are you saying there are others...I mean there are girls who wet the bed in our class?" Sarah merely smiled. "I could be fired for even implying such a thing, that would be a breach of privacy." Sarah looked up as the bus slowed to a halt. "Looks like we're here." Sarah had her hands full organizing the class as they got off the bus and made their way into the enormous opera house that was there destination, but she didn't fail to notice Amy as she half waddled, desperately clutching her skirt in case of a stray gust of wind, into the nearest bathroom just inside the front doors. She was no doubt trying to remove her now soaked diaper as quietly as possible while in the public stall. Sarah couldn't help but wonder if Amy would wear the second diaper. The play they were going to see was rather long, but there wasn't necessarily anything stopping her from getting up to use the bathroom in the middle of it, and Amy hadn't exactly seemed keen on the idea of wearing another diaper. Whether Amy would come to regret that decision remained to be seen. Sarah was finally able to relax once the lights dimmed and the play started. She wasn't particularly interested in the play itself but it was nice to relax and enjoy a distraction from time to time. By the start of the intermission, most of the girls still seemed invested in the play, although a couple of the students had let their eyes glaze over, at least it wasn't Shakespeare. Sarah led the class into the lobby for the intermission. Most of the girls headed for the restrooms, headed by an uncomfortable looking Amy, while the rest wandered around or bought some of the overpriced refreshments. As the short intermission was winding down, Sarah made her own trip to the toilet. She didn't really feel the need to go, but it seemed like the smart thing to do. As she was exiting the bathroom, the lights blinked, signifying the beginning of the second half of the play. Sarah rounded up the few stragglers from her class that were still in the lobby, and made her way back to her seat. The play continued, and just as Sarah was getting ready to zone out once again, she was interrupted by the sound of muffled laughter coming from directly in front of her. Two girls from her class were obviously not watching the play, but worse than that, they were now disrupting the experience for everyone around them. Leaning forward, Sarah confronted the girls while speaking in hushed tones. "You need to be quiet girls. You're in a theater, not a cafeteria." Sarah's lecture received two sighs and likely some rolled eyes, but at least the girls were quiet now. One of the girls, Melanie, was well known to Sarah via Jessica's memories. The girl was something of a troublemaker, and, so Jessica suspected, a bully, although she was never able to prove it. Knowing what she did about the girl, Sarah doubted the trouble would end that easily. Sure enough, not five minutes later, Sarah saw the bright screen of a cell phone shining like a beacon in the darkened auditorium. "Melanie, turn off your phone before I take it from you. This is a school trip and the same rules apply here as in the classroom." "Whatever..." Melanie glared at Sarah, but she reluctantly put her phone away. "Bitch." Sarah heard the whispered insult, Melanie likely meant for her to hear it. Sarah was fuming now, this girl was so disrespectful, and this wasn't the first time she had talked back to her teachers, but this was the first time she had done it to Sarah, and Sarah wasn't going to stand for it. Sarah didn't want to cause a scene in the theater, so telling her off directly was out of the question, at least for now, but Sarah had more tools at her disposal. One of which she was generally reluctant to use, but she decided to make an exception for today. "[Simulation Pause]" At Sarah's whisper, everything stopped. The actors on stage were frozen just like every member of the audience. Every member but one, that is. Sarah stood up from her seat and leisurely walked around the end of the aisle, down to where Melanie was seated. The girl was frozen with a sneer on her face. "You would actually be pretty if you smiled." There was so much Sarah could do. She had all the time in the world, but she still didn't want to cause a commotion during the play. Besides, there would be plenty of time later for some...harsher punishments. For now, Sarah knew what she wanted to do. Leaving the theater, Sarah returned to the lobby. Borrowing a small, empty Styrofoam cup from a table of refreshments, Sarah made her way into the bathroom. Sarah turned on the faucet and waited until warm water flowed out. Normally the water would have been stuck in time like everything else, but Sarah was the administrator in this dive, there was very little she couldn't do, if she willed it. Sarah collected a bit of water in her cup before turning off the faucet and returning to where Melanie sat. She didn't have much water, maybe twenty milliliters, but it would be more than enough. Sarah slowly rolled up Melanie's skirt, revealing her thighs, and soon her panties. Soft pink panties, cute and surprisingly innocent for a girl as abrasive as Melanie, Sarah thought she could make out the hints of an old yellow stain, but in the dim lighting it was just as likely that she imagined it. Regardless, Sarah couldn't help but smile as she readied her cup and carefully poured its contents all over Melanie's crotch. The liquid was quickly absorbed by the fabric, her panties were now glistening as they struggled to hold on to the sudden flood of warm liquid. Sarah had used just enough liquid to soak her panties, and form a small wet spot on the back of her skirt, but it would hard for anyone who wasn't looking for it to notice the spot on her dark skirt. This way Melanie would get hers, and have her own problems to worry about, without causing too big of a scene during the play. Sarah reset Melanie's skirt down over her legs, and quickly disposed of her cup. Before long she was back in her seat and gave the command to start time once more. "[Simulation Start]" "Ahh!" Melanie gave a soft gasp of surprise, no doubt she was shocked to have, from her perspective, suddenly wet herself without any warning. Sarah smiled as she watched the girl jump up and frantically feel the back of her skirt to assess the damage. "What's the matter Melanie?" Sarah leaned forward and whispered at the girl. "Nothing, I uh, I'm going to the bathroom." With a red face and wild eyes, Melanie practically ran from the auditorium towards the lobby, drawing curious glances from both her classmates and the other theater goers. Sarah leaned back with a satisfied smile. Once again she was able to relax and enjoy the ambiance of the play in peace. After about fifteen minutes, Melanie still hadn't returned to her seat. Jessica would have been worried about the girl's absence, but Sarah was more curious than anything else. She contemplated pausing the simulation once more to go and search for her, but instead she decided to simply use her position as teacher as reason enough to search for her pupil. It didn't take long for Sarah to find Melanie, she was in the first place Sarah thought to look, the bathroom. When Sarah entered the bathroom, she spied Melanie standing with her back to Sarah against the far wall of the bathroom. The hot air hand dryer was running and it looked like Melanie was just drying her hands, but one of the mirrors on the wall to Sarah's left was properly positioned to give Sarah a better look at what Melanie was doing. She was holding her panties up to the dryer, trying desperately to remove any trace of her supposed accident. Depending on how long she had been at this plan, Sarah was surprised they weren't plenty dry by now, she had opted to just use water, rather than urine or something else which could stain. Whatever the case, it appeared that Melanie hadn't heard Sarah enter the bathroom over the sound of the hand dryer. Putting on the face of a concerned teacher, Sarah walked up behind Melanie and placed a hand on her shoulder. Melanie instantly flinched and spun around, hiding the panties in her hand behind her back at the same time. "Are you feeling alright Melanie? You left rather suddenly and you were gone a long time. Are you ill?" "N-no, I'm fine. I was just about to head back." This new Melanie was considerably more meek than the troublemaker from before. Perhaps it had something to do with her standing in front of her teacher without any panties on, while hiding her potentially still wet underwear behind her back. "Well let me know if you're not feeling well. I'll try to help if I can." "Yeah, thank you, but I'm fine." "I'm glad. Well, let's get back then, we wouldn't want to miss any more of the play now would we?" Sarah gestured for Melanie to lead the way out of the bathroom. "Y-yeah..." Melanie glanced quickly at the bathroom stalls, but obviously failing to come up with an excuse to reenter after being gone for so long, she had no choice but to exit the bathroom and return to her seat in the theater, all while desperately clutching the now dry panties she was supposed to be wearing. The rest of the play passed without incident. Amy and Melanie rushed to the bathroom as soon as the play was finished, each for different reasons. Soon enough, the students were back on the bus, and they took the short trip to the hotel in which they would be spending the night. "Okay girls, you know your assigned rooms. Take the corresponding key card, and take your luggage to your room. You will have free time from now until 5 when we will have our discussion about the play in the conference room just down the hall there, after that you are free until 10 O'clock, when you must be in your rooms. You don't need a chaperone with you if you leave the hotel, but do remember you are representing your school, and as such you are expected to obey all school rules and regulations while you are here. If you have any questions, feel free to come talk to me. Otherwise, have a great rest of the day, and I will see you at 5." Sarah watched as the girls lined up in front of the elevators that would bring them to their rooms. It was 2 beds per room, with 2 girls per bed. It might have been a bit crowded, but it was the most that the school was willing to pay for. Sarah made her way back to the front desk to speak with the manager there. "As per your instructions, the beds the rooms you indicated have been specially prepared." "Thank you very much, I really do appreciate all your help." Sarah smiled at the hotel employee on the other side of the desk. "If I may..." The woman hesitated, as if unsure how to proceed. "Yes?" Sarah prompted the woman. "Rooms 203, 206, and 212...You requested waterproof sheets on only one bed in each room, is that alright?" "Oh yes, that's exactly right, was there a problem?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. In those three rooms, the bed closest to the door was prepared." "Perfect, thank you again. Now, if you'll excuse me, I should see to my students." "O-of course. Have a wonderful stay." The woman was more confused when Sarah left than when she had arrived, but Sarah had all the information she needed moving forward. Sarah made her way up to her own room, thankfully it was a single that she had all to herself, where she began unpacking a number of very specific packages she had prepared for that night. Sarah's personal key card would open the door to any of her student's rooms as well, so Sarah began making her rounds to each room in order. A vast majority of the girls were gone, they went to eat lunch at the mall across the street. That worked just fine for Sarah. She visited each room, one at a time. She told the few girls that were in their rooms that she was checking to make sure everyone found their rooms okay. Room 203, this was the room Sarah needed. Knocking received no response, so Sarah smiled and unlocked the door. The room looked just like all the rest, 2 beds, with four overnight bags spread out around the room. No one was in the room, and nothing looked out of place, so Sarah closed the door. Instead of immediately leaving to the next room, instead Sarah took out a white piece of laminated paper, and set it on the ground, leaning against the outside of the door. It was hidden enough that a housekeeper would be unlikely to notice it just by walking by, but it still looked obvious enough that it could have been dropped by accident by someone walking by. Once the door was opened the paper would fall and be obvious to the occupants of this room. It was one girl from 203 that Sarah was interested in, Olivia. Olivia was a loud girl, and anything she found funny or interesting would quickly be spread to the rest of the class. It was the perfect place for Sarah to plant the first seed. With her plan set in motion, Sarah didn't even bother visiting the rest of the rooms. Instead, she just returned to her own room and waited patiently for 5 p.m. Sarah was confident that her paper would be discovered, and it seemed easy enough to understand, she didn't expect the girls to have too much trouble figuring out what that paper supposedly meant. The front side showed a map of the rooms in which they were staying at the hotel, half of them were colored blue, while the rest were left white. Rooms 203, 206, and 212 were blue only on one half. Sarah had considered only providing that much information, but she feared that it might prove too abstract, and that things might have moved too slowly. Sarah was in the mood for some drastic action. On the flip side of the paper, written in pencil so it wouldn't be immediately obvious, there were a number of stats recorded. The stats had all been fabricated by Sarah, but they would still get the job done. Sarah had waited long enough. She was nearing the end of the simulation, so she was ready to stop taking things slowly. Interfacing directly with the program, Sarah opened a window which floated in front of her. The window displayed many things, but the only thing Sarah was interested in at the moment was the remote viewer. Sarah selected Olivia and immediately the screen was covered in high quality video featuring Olivia and several other girls who were all seated in one of the hotel rooms, huddled around a small piece of paper. With just a gesture, Sarah enabled the sound and began listening to the girl's conversation. "So what exactly does 'enuresis' mean again?" "I told you already. This has the results of some sort of...survey that the school gave to our parents, asking when was the last time we wet the bed." "What? You're kidding." "I'm telling you, that's what it says." "Well? What does it say? Who are the bedwetters hiding among us?" All the girls laughed, but the one currently reading off the paper quickly silenced them. "It's not like that. It doesn't give names, just a lot of statistics. Like, 98 percent of our parents said that their daughters wet the bed after toilet training." Some of the girls looked slightly uncomfortable with the conversation. "Well yeah, that sounds about normal, right?" "There's more...48 percent reported girls that still wet the bed when they were 10 years old." "Haha, that means half of the girls in this room were bedwetters. Who is it? Fess up." Olivia was laughing, and taunting the other girls now. A couple of the girls definitely looked uncomfortable now, but no one spoke up. "Well? Is there anything else?" "Yes actually, 24 percent reported at least one accident within the past year, and of that percentage, there were at least..." The girl paused as she did some quick mental arithmetic. "Three parents who reported that their daughters wore some form of protection to deal with accidents." "Protection?" Olivia managed to speak after she had burst out laughing. "What? You mean diapers? There are three girls in our class who still wear diapers to bed?" Olivia sounded incredulous. "That's what it says..." "This is great." Olivia looked ecstatic. "We have to find out who it is. Everyone, spread the word. We're looking for three bedwetters. Try and sneak a peak in your roommates' luggage. If they still wet the bed they surely would have brought diapers with them. Make sure everyone knows, and keep an eye out for anyone acting nervous at the meetup later." That reminded Sarah, she needed to prepare for the debriefing session. It was in less than an hour now, so she left the girls to their schemes and got ready. When 5 O'clock came around, Sarah was standing in front of all the girls, leading them in a discussion about the play they had seen. They talked about the major themes and imagery, and what they liked or didn't like about the play. Sarah played the part of the young teacher perfectly, and, for the most part, the students were responsive and engaged in the discussion. It wasn't until the end, when Sarah asked if anyone had any final questions, that Olivia finally participated, with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I had a question, miss." "Yes Olivia, what is it?" Sarah could already guess what the question was about, based on the piece of paper that Olivia was holding. "I was just wondering, I couldn't help but notice that some of the beds had these thick plastic sheets on them. They are pretty loud, and not very comfortable. So I was wondering if I could take it off." "I would prefer if you didn't, Olivia. It's standard practice, whenever the school rents hotel rooms for students, to request waterproof covers for the beds. It prevents the school from being liable for any spills or stains that may occur." "So then why is it that some beds don't have them?" "Well...In this particular case, the hotel didn't have the resources to protect all the beds. So only a portion of them are covered." "So it was just random which girls stayed in which rooms, and which beds had the plastic sheets?" "Of course it was, what else could it be?" Sarah was playing directly into Olivia's hands. "Well you see, I found this paper earlier." Olivia stood up, holding up the paper dramatically. "And I was wondering if I could ask you about it." "What paper is that?" Sarah acted as confused as many of the other girls present felt. "It's the results of a survey that the school sent to all of our parents. A survey asking if any of us still wet the bed." "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. And now, if you don't have any questions about the play, then..." Olivia cut Sarah off before she could continue. "It's just that, from what I can tell, this survey might have been a convenient way to decide which girls might need protective sheets on their beds." "Oh, well...I'm sure..." Sarah was acting flustered now. It was the perfect time to let something slip. "I'm sure that if the school based the room selection on any potential medical conditions," Sarah strode over to where Olivia was standing and yanked the paper out of her hands. "That information would be private. Now, thank you all for participating in our discussion, remember to be in your rooms by 10, and meet in the lobby at 9 tomorrow morning." "Ms. Meadows." Olivia called out over the din of students standing up. "Is it true that there are girls in our class who still wear diapers?" This question got the attention of the whole class, and whispers broke out among the students. "I've had quite about enough of your questions Olivia. If I did have such information, I would not share it with the whole class. Now you are all dismissed." Sarah strode out of the room, leaving behind wild speculations and discussion. For now, it seemed, Olivia was happy to be the center of attention, even without making any real progress on identifying the bedwetters from the paper. What Olivia couldn't know, is that there was no study, and therefore no bedwetters, not counting Amy's occasional accidents. There were no girls in diapers, at least as far as Sarah was aware, but that was something Sarah planned to change before the end of the dive. Making her way back to the privacy of her own room, Sarah sat on her bed with her back against the wall. Pulling up three windows to observe three very specific rooms, Sarah got ready. Her timing would determine the effectiveness of her plan. "Did you see her face when I showed her that paper? It must be real." Sarah was watching Olivia and a couple of her friends talking in room 203. "Now let's go, we've got some time, so let's expose some diaper wearing babies." The girls left the room laughing, leaving behind two other girls who were Olivia's roommates for the night. Sarah watched them leave, and reenter a nearby room, joining with more of Olivia's friends, no doubt on their way to harass some of the other girls. Sarah stood up and collected one of the packages she had prepared earlier. It was a simple, unassuming plastic bag, with its handles tied in a loose knot. The bag was mostly opaque, with only faint hints of color being seen through the plastic. When Sarah arrived at room 203, she paused only briefly to prepare herself before knocking. Without actually waiting for a response to her knock, Sarah unlocked the door and stepped inside. There was a brief commotion as one of the girls jumped clumsily out of bed after hearing the door open. Both girls had rather red faces; Sarah supposed they might have been taking advantage of the empty hotel room to fool around. Sarah hadn't intended to interrupt them, but she would be out of their hair soon enough. "Is Olivia here? This is her room right?" Sarah spoke up after seeing the girls surprised faces. "Oh, yeah, umm she's not here right now." "Oh well, no matter. I just came to drop this off for her." Sarah held aloft the plastic bag she was holding. "I promised her mother I would deliver it to her, so could you make sure she gets it?" "Sure, no problem." "Thank you, have a great night." Sarah set the bag down on the bed closest to the door and waved her thanks at the two girls before leaving the room. There was little doubt that curiosity would get the better of the two girls before long, and they might be surprised at what they found inside the bag, especially given Olivia's little witch hunt. Sarah had two more stops to make this evening. She returned to her room only briefly to gather some more supplies. Sarah already had an inkling of how things would play out, but she was still excited nonetheless Room 206; this time when Sarah knocked, she actually waited for someone to answer the door. A nervous looking girl with brown hair and glasses answered the door. "Oh, Ms. Meadows..." She glanced over her shoulder quickly. "What are you doing here?" "I had some business with Melanie. Can I come in?" Sarah stepped inside the room without really giving the girl time to think. She looked nervous, and when Sarah entered the hotel room, it became clear why. Sarah saw Melanie splayed out on the far bed, with several empty miniature bottles of liquor from the minibar laying next to her. The hotel should have removed all alcohol from the girls' rooms, but apparently there was some oversight. "Melanie! What is going on?" Sarah demanded as she strode over to where the girl was laying. Melanie just laughed as she looked up at the teacher. "Hehe, what does it look like?" "You are in big trouble young lady, come out in the hall at once." "Oh please, we're not in school right now. What can you do to me? Besides, I feel sleepy, so leave me alone." Melanie rolled over onto her side and closed her eyes. "Wake up this instant." Sarah walked around the bed and stood in front of Melanie once again. "You'll be lucky if you're not expelled once I report this." "Whatever." Melanie's drunken reply was slightly slurred. Given how young she was, Melanie seemed to have a low tolerance for alcohol. Sarah just sighed, looking down at the girl. "We can talk about your behavior in the morning, but for now I received a message from your mother, and I need to talk to you. So will you please come out into the hall for a moment?" Hearing this, Melanie picked her head up and looked at Sarah. "My mom? What did she want?" "It's somewhat personal information." Sarah looked over at the other three girls who were staying in the room, they looked nervous, likely unsure if they would receive any blame for Melanie's drinking. "So I'd like you to come outside for a minute." Melanie managed to pull herself up into a sitting position with a groan. She gently cradled her head in her hands. "Just tell me here. It's fine." "I'm not sure if this is something you want other people to hear." "I said it's fine. Just tell me." Melanie snapped "Haaa..." Sarah sighed. "Okay. Your mother seemed worried that you might have an accident while you were away from home." "What d'you mean, 'accident?'" Melanie looked confused. "Well, she mentioned that you've been...wetting the bed on and off for a while." Sarah glanced at the other girls who had bemused looks. "She said that she usually wakes you up to use the bathroom during the night. But since you're away from home tonight, she asked if I could give you this." Sarah heard suppressed giggles coming from the other side of the room as she held up a package of Goodnites for Melanie to see. "What! No! I don't need those." Melanie jumped to her feet, only to sway dramatically before crashing back onto the bed. "I don't need them." She repeated, her words muffled as she lay face down in the bed. "Well I can't force you to wear them," Sarah leaned down to speak to Melanie more closely. "But don't you think it's a good idea, even if it's just for protection. Especially since you've been drinking. And don't think I've forgotten about that. I'm sure your mother will have plenty to say to you on that matter." "Just get out." Melanie seemed to be spent and her consciousness seemed to be fading fast. "I'll leave these here, in case you change your mind." Sarah set the package on the nightstand before turning to the other girls. "Keep an eye on her, and let me know if there are any problems. If she sobers up at all, see if you can convince her to wear the diapers." Sarah looked back at where Melanie was laying. "Otherwise, see if you can at least move her to this bed here. The one she's sleeping on doesn't have a waterproof sheet on it, and I don't want her to ruin the mattress." "S-sure." One of the girls responded. "Thank you." Sarah left the room, her job done. She only had one more stop to make, but it wasn't quite as involved as some of the others, so Sarah headed directly to room 212 to visit her sister. "Jessica? What are you doing here?" Amy glanced around the room, as if embarrassed to have her sister in her hotel room. Luckily for her, the room was empty. "I just thought I'd come and see how you were doing." "I'm fine. Thanks." Amy looked slightly confused, and more than a bit suspicious. "Was there anything else." "Well...I thought I might see if you changed your mind. Just for tonight, maybe you should, you know..." Sarah held up the bag she was holding, but her suggestion was cut off by Amy's groan. "Uuurgh. I knew it. But you can forget it. There's no way I'm wearing that. Olivia and her cronies have already been going around interrogating people, trying to find girls who wet the bed. I wouldn't put it past them to search everyone's luggage, looking for diapers. So no thank you. I think I'll take my chances." "Let me handle Olivia. But if you change your mind, I added something extra to your bag before we left. Just in case." Sarah smiled and winked at Amy before turning to leave. "What? No, no no. Wait, take them with you." Sarah heard Amy leap up from the bed and tear through her bag until she found the bag with two thick diapers that Sarah had added the night before. By the time Amy had the diapers, Sarah was gone. Panicking, Amy tried to think of what to do. She was dead if someone found them in her bag, but there wasn't anywhere she could hide them that wouldn't look suspicious if they were found. Unless... Sarah watched Amy's antics on one of her windows as she headed back to her own room. It seemed Amy finally came to a decision as she hid the diapers deep in the bag of one of her roommates. It obviously wasn't a perfect solution, as they would inevitably be discovered by the bag's owner, but this way Amy wouldn't be suspected if Olivia searched the bag. Sarah couldn't help but wonder if Amy would regret her decision to not wear a diaper to bed. Only time would tell. When Sarah settled back in her room, she noticed that Olivia was having bigger problems than hunt for bedwetters at the moment. Olivia was in her room, surrounded by her friends and roommates. Sarah took a moment to listen in on their conversation. "I'm telling you, they're not mine. I don't care what that bitch says." Olivia was trying to stay cool, but was obviously agitated. "Why would she lie? And where would she get diapers anyway? If they're not yours, then whose are they?" "I don't know, but they're not mine. I've never even wet the bed before" "Oh? Then what about the note?" One of the girls was holding up a folded piece of paper that Sarah had included in the bag. "What note?" Olivia was looking paler and more panicked as the discussion went on. "This note was in the bag with the diapers." "What does it say?" "Let's see." The girl cleared her throat before reading. "Dear Olive," "Aww, that's a cute nickname." "Shut up, let me read. Dear Olive, I hope you had a great time at the play. You'll have to tell me all about it when you get home. Now I know you're not going to be happy with me, but try to understand that I'm only trying to do what's best for you. This will be your first time staying away from home in a while, and I know you don't like to talk about it, but I really think you should wear your 'special nighttime underwear' at the hotel. I know you don't like to wear them, and I know at home you would rather just wash your sheets everyday, but you can't do that at a hotel. It would be terribly embarrassing to have an accident while you were sharing a bed with someone else, and there's no guarantee that your bed will have a mattress protector like at home. I'm sure you'll do the right thing. I love you and miss you. I'll pick you up at the school as soon as you're back, pumpkin. Love, Mommy P.S. I packed a couple extras, in case you need them on the trip home. I know how you are with long car rides. Aww, isn't she sweet." It took twice as long for her to read the letter as it normally would have, because she had to stop and wait for the laughter to die down at the end of every line. "Wow Olive I had no idea you were such a baby. Did your mother say you have to wash your sheets everyday?" "No, you're wrong. It's not true." Olivia was a wreck. Tears in her eyes, she could barely speak, let alone defend herself. "Your mom is right, you really should wear diapers. You wouldn't want to ruin this nice bed, would you?" "Forget that, there's no way I'm sharing a bed with you unless you're wearing one. I don't fancy getting pissed on." "Here, we'll help you put it on." The diapers were actually pull-ups, so there was no real need for anyone's help, but the girls still eagerly surrounded Olivia. "No! You can't. Stop." Olivia tried begging, but to no avail. "Is this why you were so desperate to find other girls who still wet the bed? You were embarrassed to be the only one?" "You're wrong." Olivia was hiding her face as her 'friends' took pictures of the eighteen year old girl wearing diapers. "Aww, it's okay. We won't tell anyone your secret. Not if you do what we say all night." "Okay, fine. I'll do anything. Just don't show anyone those pictures." "Yay, this is going to be so much fun." "First things first, take of that skirt. You don't need that thing anymore." Sarah stopped watching. She couldn't help but feel she may have created a bigger monster than the one she stopped. Olivia's friends seemed a bit too eager to humiliate the girl, but that wasn't Sarah's concern anymore. It was getting late, and Sarah could feel her real life exhaustion beginning to creep into the dive. She shouldn't drag things out too much longer. Tuning into see what was happening in Melanie's room, Sarah saw the girl still passed out, but she had been moved to the other bed. What's more, someone had taken the initiative to slide one of the goodnites up over Melanie's panties. It was smart thinking, this way if she had an accident, the bed and its other occupant would be safe, even if Melanie's panties would be soaked in the process. Amy was also asleep already. She wasn't wearing one of her diapers, which meant there was about a 50 percent chance of her wetting the bed. Sarah decided to deal with that situation when the need arrived. For now, Sarah sped things along. Everything moved at two times speed as Sarah watched the displays before her. Two of the screens showed only girls sleeping, but the third showed Olivia and her friends involved in all sorts of activities. Sarah watched as Olivia was handed bottle after bottle of water, juice, and soda. It wasn't long before the girl was fidgeting where she sat. The increased speed caused the girls desperation to build rapidly. It wasn't long before the girl was up and dancing in front of the locked bathroom door. One of the other girls had decided to take a shower, just to torment the desperate Olivia. It looked as though Olivia was contemplating running out of the room in search of an open bathroom. She still didn't have on a skirt, so her pull-ups were on full display, the wetness indicator had yet to fade. If Olivia left the room, it would mean either knocking on the door of one of her classmates, or trying to make it down to the lobby and into the bathrooms there without being seen. Neither option was likely to succeed, so Olivia continued holding on. Praying for the bathroom door to open so she could use the toilet. Before long; however, her body decided on a fourth option. Olivia froze as her tortured bladder gave out under the sheer volume of liquid. The pull-up swelled well past its designed parameters as Olivia's pee poured into it. A few stray drops ran leaked out of the overfull diaper and ran down her legs, before disappearing into the carpet. The other girls in the room watched and cheered as Olivia finally lost control and wet herself. Sarah stopped watching as the girls made a big show about cleaning and changing Olivia for bedtime. The last thing Sarah heard from the room was one of the girls reminding Olivia that the bathroom was off limits at night. No doubt all the liquids from earlier would continue to plague Olivia's tired bladder all night. Sarah wouldn't be surprised if the bed was wet by morning, even through the pull-up. At least Olivia was sleeping on the bed with the waterproof sheet. Sarah considered ending the dive at this point. She had been under a long time, and she was confident that her plans had succeeded, but Sarah couldn't help but want to see this thing through until the very end. Setting the time to pass at twenty times the normal pace. It would take only minutes for the night to pass. Sarah had just laid back for a moment when she suddenly jumped up. Even if she was able to perceive the altered flow of time, her body was not exempt from its effects. In just a few minutes, which was actually a few hours, Sarah's need to pee had grown exponentially. Sarah quickly froze time, to prevent her desperation from getting any worse, but it did not lessen the feeling. Crossing her legs, Sarah decided to use this to her advantage. Leaving her room, Sarah made a beeline for room 212, pausing only briefly to hold herself after a particularly strong wave of desperation. Sarah opened the door to reveal the sleeping forms of four girls. Pulling back the covers on the bed closest to the door revealed Amy and another girl. Amy was sleeping in a pair of grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt, the same things she wore to bed at home, minus the sometimes present diaper. The girl sleeping next to Amy had a much more bold choice of sleepwear. She was wearing only a pair of pink panties and a thin t-shirt that did little to hide her modesty. More strange than what they were wearing, Sarah was more interested in how the girls were situated. Both girls had their hands dangling off either side of the bed, slightly submerged in carefully positioned bowls of water. A quick examination of the other bed revealed that neither girl there was in similar position. So the culprit was likely to be one or both of those girls. Returning to where Amy was sleeping, Sarah gently slipped off her sweatpants to reveal a pair of light blue panties with a sizable wet spot extending towards the front. Sarah flipped Amy over and felt the bed beneath her. The bed felt dry, and the back of Sarah's sweatpants were damp at most, but the back of her panties were noticeably wet. The sight of the wetness reminded Sarah of her own needs. She had already decided to take care of Amy, but she needed to deal with her own needs first. As she had already passed by several opportunities to simply use the bathroom, Sarah had a better idea. At least one of the girls in the other bed had decided to prank Amy and the other girl. So Sarah decided to flip things around a bit. Moving as fast as she could while still desperate to pee, Sarah repositioned both girls so their hands hung just above the floor. Sarah placed each girls hand in one of the bowls of water. Nothing would happen as long as time was stopped, and Sarah wasn't actually convinced anything would happen anyway, but Sarah just pulled back the sheets to reveal the two girls. The time had come for Sarah to relieve herself, finally, and now she just had to make a decision. Which girl would it be? Sarah didn't really remember much about either girl, but she recognized the girl on the left as one of Olivia's friends, and Sarah didn't have any better criteria to make her decision without knowing for sure who had decided to prank the other two girls. The girl Sarah had selected was sleeping on her stomach; she wore a long white t-shirt which had ridden up far enough to expose the bottom of her white panties. Sarah tugged the girls shirt up a bit more, and then carefully climbed on top of the the bed, straddling the girl so that Sarah's crotch was positioned just above the girl's butt. Normally, Sarah would have found what she was about to do at least a bit distasteful, but there was something about the dive, about becoming someone else, that seemed to lessen your inhibitions. Sarah pulled her panties to the side, and let out a great sigh of relief. The stream of her pee hissed loudly as it splashed on the girl beneath Sarah. The girl's panties were quickly soaked, as was the bed beneath her. The growing stain reached halfway up the girls stomach as her t-shirt absorbed more and more of the pee. Sarah paused briefly as she remembered that there was no protective sheet on this bed, but she didn't stop peeing. When the stream finally tapered off into a trickle and then stopped, Sarah looked down at her handiwork. The bed, as well as the girl, was soaked. The puddle of pee had just barely reached the girl sleeping next to Sarah's poor victim, seeping into the fringes of the girls pink nightie. Sarah stood up from the bed, and wiped her feet and knees dry on a part of the sheets that had managed to avoid soaking up Sarah's pee. Feeling relieved, Sarah returned to where she had left Amy. Sarah pulled off Amy's wet panties, and set them on the nightstand. After digging through on of the other girls bags, Sarah pulled out the package of diapers that Amy had stashed. Sarah pulled a diaper out of the bag and set about diapering Amy. Amy was in no place to complain, she had wet the bed, and soon enough she would probably finish wetting it. At least this way she wouldn't be as embarrassed, probably not anyway. Once Amy was all diapered, Sarah pulled the girls sweats back up, and then pulled them back down just enough to ensure the top of the diaper was showing. Sarah walked around the bed to examine the girl sleeping next to Amy more closely. This girl had been sleeping with her hand in water just the same as Amy, so Sarah ran her hand along the crotch of the girl's panties, feeling for any wetness. There it was, a small spot, about the size of a dime. It wasn't really noticeable so unless the girl continued wetting after time was restarted, which was completely possible, there was no need for Sarah to intervene, so Sarah pulled the covers back up over the two girls. Even so, Sarah was left with an extra diaper, and she would hate to waste it. Sarah's gaze was drawn back to the other bed. One girl was already very wet, so a diaper didn't really make sense, but the other girl, the one wearing the nightie, also had her hand in warm water. It wouldn't do to have the mattress stained anymore than it already was, so Sarah pulled up the nightie and pulled down the girl's matching pink panties. Once the girl was safely diapered, Sarah pulled the covers back up over the sleeping girls, and watched as the thin sheet became wet and transparent when it contacted the wetness covering one side of the bed. Sarah retrieved Amy's wet panties and, along with the other pair she was holding, quickly rinsed them and hung them to dry in the bathroom. Whoever happened to use the bathroom first would surely find them. Job done, and feeling relieved, Sarah returned to her room and once again advanced the flow of time. Sarah was keeping an eye on the girls of room 212 while she waited, but it looked like they were all still asleep. The sheets were covering the girls so Sarah couldn't see if there were any new developments. It would be morning soon anyway, but Sarah still toggled on the X-ray function of her monitor and was able to directly observe the contents of each girl's bladder. Amy's had long since emptied into her diaper, which wasn't particularly surprising. The girl sleeping next to Amy had a rather full bladder, but she would likely be able to wait until morning, or at least would wake up before it emptied involuntarily. The other two girls, whose hands were still half submerged in the room temperature water were similarly full, but almost as if on cue, the diapered girl shifted in her sleep, uncrossing her legs which had been tightly coiled around each other. Even while viewing an X-ray depiction, Sarah could see the girl's whole body relax as her bladder began to empty. Whether this accident was triggered by the hand in water prank, or if the girl had some preexisting predisposition towards wetting the bed, Sarah was not sure, but either way, it was lucky for the girl that Sarah had put her in a diaper. The other girl was still wet from Sarah's own little 'accident' but as Sarah watched, in accelerated time, the girl was losing small amounts of pee at a time. Her bladder was gradually emptying as little leaks aggregated into a full blown bedwetting accident, even if the bed was already significantly wet. Time continued to pass, and the sun was just peaking over the horizon. Sarah checked in on Olivia one last time. The girl was laying in bed on top of the sheets, so Sarah didn't even need to use X-ray to see what was happening. Olivia's diaper was very wet. She had clearly wet the bed at least once during the night. Although it wasn't clear whether it was actually an accident, or if she was just too scared of her peer's threats to leave the bed. Now though, it was clear she was awake. Olivia squirmed back and forth, clutching herself through the saturated pull-up. The underwear she was wearing was made to absorb large nighttime accidents, so it was quite absorbent, but the average consumer was likely about ten years younger than Olivia, so the diaper was already near maximum capacity. Another accident would likely cause the diaper to leak. After several minutes of squirming in bed, Olivia finally jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Her desperation had apparently overcome her any fears of the pictures of her wearing a diaper being exposed. Unfortunately for her, she was stopped by the bathroom door; it was locked. Sarah didn't think there was anyone inside the bathroom, so someone had apparently locked the door before pulling it closed from the outside. Hopefully they had a way to open the door again, or things could become awkward in the morning. Either way, Olivia was bouncing up and down while pulling on the locked door, to no avail. Surely nearing her limit, Olivia concocted one final plan. Sarah watched as the girl pulled on a pair of pink pants up over her pull-up, they were likely her pajama pants that she never got to wear. Once she was certain her diaper was covered up, Olivia made for the door out into the rest of the hotel. Sarah assumed she was going to make a break for the bathroom down in the lobby, no doubt hoping that the cover of night would prevent her from being discovered. The plan may have worked, if Olivia hadn't been caught before she ever left the room. One of the other girls woke up from all of Olivia's desperate antics, and seized the girl by the arm before she could leave the room. In her desperation, Olivia was powerless to resist the girl as she was dragged back to her bed. Sarah slowed time enough to understand what was being said and watched as Olivia pleaded to be allowed to use the bathroom, but her captor just gestured for her to get back in bed. Olivia complied, sitting on the bed with both hands desperately pressed against her crotch, inside the pull-up this time. Still she begged and pleaded, all the commotion waking up the other girls in the room. "What's going on?" "I caught her trying to make a run for it." "No, please. I was just going to use the bathroom. I need to pee so badly. Please!" "Nuh uh. You need to learn to hold it all night like a big girl. That way you can stop wetting the bed." "Please, I already wet the bed, and I've done everything you asked. So just let me go." "Aww, did the baby have an accident? Do you need a diaper change?" "Tell you what. If you can prove you're a big girl, and hold it until 7:30 I'll let you pee." Sarah and Olivia both looked at the time. 7:10. Twenty minutes to go, Sarah doubted if Olivia could last that long, but the girl seemed intent on trying, anything to avoid wetting herself again. Sarah watched as the minutes ticked by and Olivia grew ever more desperate as 7:30 approached. Finally, it was 7:28, two minutes to go. Olivia was still sitting on the bed, but she squealed and redoubled her efforts to hold herself. "What happened? Did you wet yourself? It's so hard to tell with these pants on." The girl reached over and squeezed Olivia's butt through her pants and pull-ups. Olivia, whose hands were still inside her diaper was unable to stop the girl. The girl's squeezing seemed to wring some of Olivia's pee out of the soaked pull-up and left a crescent shaped wet stain on the back of Olivia's pajamas. "Uh-oh. Looks like baby had a little accident. You only had two more minutes to go too." "N-no please. That wasn't me. My...my diaper was just wet from when I...wet the bed." Olivia looked ashamed as her face burned red, but she was still desperately holding on. "Hmmm, I don't know. I think I'll add on an extra 5 minutes just in case." "Nooooo." Olivia moaned in despair. "Well you did say you wet the bed already, and you're obviously soaked, so how could you need to go so badly already?" "I don't know, it doesn't make sense. I just do." Sarah was honestly amazed that Olivia had held on this long, but she still persevered. 7:30 came and went. Olivia was desperately staring at the clock, until finally the time ticked over to 7:35. Olivia tried to jump up off the bed, but she was held back by a hand. "What? What now? Please, I need to go so badly. I've never been so desperate in my life." "Well you did manage to hold on, at least for a little while. So I guess you've earned it. Go ahead and pee." "Yes! Thank you." Once again Olivia tried to stand up, but was once again held back. "What are you doing?" "Well I said you could pee, so go ahead. I never said anything about letting you use the bathroom." Olivia just stared in horror as the implication dawned on her. "You're wearing a diaper, so go ahead and use it." The girl giggled as Olivia just slumped down in defeat. She couldn't fight anymore. Resting her head on her knees, Olivia's poor bladder gave out. The pull-up put up an admirable fight as well, but the diaper just wasn't made to hold any more pee. Olivia's pee spilled out of the edges of her pull-up, soaking her pants and the bed she was sitting on. The sound of her pee hitting the pull-up lasted for more than a minute. "Wow, you really did need to go didn't you. Too bad you couldn't make it to the bathroom. You got the bed all wet, we'll have to tell someone so they can clean it up." Olivia didn't seem to be listening, she was still relishing the feeling of relief. "Why don't you go take a shower, and we'll get your outfit for the day ready." One of the girls unlocked the bathroom with a bobby pin, and Olivia gladly removed her wet clothes and washed herself. Meanwhile, the other girls were preparing another pull-up and a skirt that laughed in the face of the school's skirt length regulations. As the rest of the girls woke up, Sarah observed. Melanie woke up with an aching head, only to discover that she had well and truly wet the bed in her drunkenness. If not for the goodnite and her panties absorbing most of her pee, the bed would have been soaked as well. In Amy's room, two girls woke up wondering why they were in diapers, but more worried about how they could try and hide the fact that they were wearing wet diapers. One occupant; however, found herself without any recourse to hide. She was soaked. After two wettings, one of them belonging to Sarah, the wet spot extended far enough that her bed mate thought she herself had wet the bed when she woke up. Sarah kept time speeding along throughout most of the morning. There was much laughter and gossip during breakfast. It wasn't long before everyone knew the story of the three bedwetters, one of them being Olivia herself, much to everyone's surprise. Olivia didn't have much to say, she was too focused on trying to keep her short skirt under control, lest she flash her pull-ups to the room. Sarah could feel the strain of the extended dive as everyone boarded the bus, so she simply sat back and let the time flow on as she tried to prepare herself for the coming end of the dive. Halfway back to the school she heard jeers coming from the back of the bus. It seemed that Olivia had been unable to make it all the way home without having another accident. It wasn't surprising considering she had likely not been allowed to use the bathroom since her accident that morning. It seemed that Amy was able to hold on this time, either that or she was still wearing her diaper from the night before. Her diapers were significantly more absorbent than what Olivia or Melanie had been wearing. When they finally arrived back at the school, the girls said farewell to their friends and went off with their parents. Olivia was glad to be home, and was trying not to think about the untold numbers of pictures there were floating around of her wearing a diaper and wetting herself. Melanie stood red faced as Sarah delivered a teen drinking PSA to her mother, as well as the importance of mattress protection. Having done all she could, Sarah was finally ready to end the simulation. With just the press of a button, Sarah's vision went dark, until all her senses came rushing back all at once. She was back home, laying in bed. Moving took some doing. Her body had gotten used to the lack of impulses from her brain, so it took a moment before she could convince her body to sit back up. When she finally did become vertical, Sarah noticed her condition. It had only been about three hours since she began her dive, but without her conscious control, her body made some questionable decisions. The back of her legs and butt were soaked. She had some diapers laying around somewhere, for situations just like this, but she had neglected to put one on before diving, and now she had to deal with this. It wasn't the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. It wasn't until after Sarah had cleaned herself up, and hung her sheets up to dry that it crossed her mind to check on her program. Booting up the relevant process, Sarah ran the search function once again. "Perfect." Sarah's teeth were bared as she smiled. ========================================================= Bed wetter: 28 results Diaper: 21 results =========================================================
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  16. https://omorashi.org/topic/736-live-action-omorashi/?page=632 It starts here. I started doing this before I live posted it and kept going afterward. At one point I started sipping on a glass of saltwater while still drinking regular water and tea. I don't know if that lessens risk but it gave me peace of mind and a couple hours later my pee (sorry) tasted saltier. I'm on summer break right now so no classes, and I'm unemployed. This is definitely a home alone/with sufficient privacy all day kind of thing. Here's a timeline of after I would go to the bathroom. Well, I'd pee a lot, then wipe, then try to let more out and wipe again, etc. until I decided to stop reading on my phone/getting distracted. Depending on how my previous few pees and how I'm eating/drinking could determine how long I could hold it. My peak output was 500ml every 30-40 min if I only peed when I felt the need. If I tried to hold before my next try might have a little more time. To really challenge myself I'd try to make it to a bathroom further away in my house. It requires another flight of stairs and if I wanted, I could lock the door to give it an extra challenge (I didn't think of it this time.) Starting the clock: :00-Finished peeing :30- First “real” urge. Regular speed holds, this is where the fun part starts for me. Usually it subsides and then comes back stronger and repeats that a few times before coming constant. :31- The urge keeps getting stronger and constant. :35-40: Some time around here I’d give in somewhere. Bathroom, diaper, measuring cup, wherever man. I was always near a bathroom. If I went at first urge I could usually make it with minimal or no loss of control. When I wore diapers I’d put them on before feeling the first urge. Sometimes I’d put underwear on or just sit a few extra minutes to enjoy the feeling and then I’d get hit with that “no no no no no” feeling when it feels like my bladder is contracting and leaks start. In the time it takes me to get to a toilet from that point either the either part of my underwear near my groin is damp or if I wasn’t wearing underwear, I leaked pee onto the towel I sit on, the floor, or my leg. It came out very sudden with great force. I actually did have to use my hands or press my legs together really close to stop myself a few times. One time trying to use the downstairs bathroom was a mistake. I was about 10ft away walking through a tiled area and I got that “not gonna make it” feeling and pushed my thighs together to stop the spray of pee. When I sat on the toilet itself I couldn’t get my underwear away from the area in time and it was wet, though I know it happened after I tried to take them off quick because it was in a different area. Since I didn’t lose the spray to the floor, only my underwear, it’s only a partial accident. :) Another time there was another person’s pee in the regular bathroom I use. I wanted to see the color of mine because I use vitamin B to keep it with a color sometimes. So I flush it and stand waiting for the water to at least stop draining as the bowl refills and a forceful stream of pee goes right through my underwear and hits the tile and I pivot very quickly get over the seat and it kept coming out. At a certain point I could have regained control, actually shortly after sitting, but I kept it going but nothing could beat that stream’s pressure. I used the regular bathroom for this, but I almost didn’t. The “can’t make it” feeling hit me when I was about to start on the stairs so I turned around and ran to the other bathroom. At one point I decided to just pee in a measuring cup and funnel it into a bigger container. I peed way more than this, this is just what I have now. I also had it halfway filled with water when I started, so I peed in it a while, then emptied it and wanted to see if I’d make a gallon of pee. This is less than ⅓ of how much liquid I’ve excreted. As I wrote this I felt an urge but I’ve been drinking less water today so it wasn’t increasing at an extreme rate, so it isn’t as full. Also not so fun fact the jug wasnt quite full before I took the pic so I tried to pour the new pee in and it overflowed. Measuring and storing isn't really my thing and I'm totally cool with approx 500-600ml until I'm desperate. Pics included. Don't be fooled, the yellow color is a vitamin pill. I was doing laundry, with a hobby like this surprise surprise, downstairs in my basement. I brought some clothes I was gonna wear as well as a diaper to put on. I put the stuff on a bed then went to go put my clothes into the dryer. Then I went back into the room and felt an urge. I was gonna put the diaper on anyway but it got worse way way way too fast. I decided to just pee on the carpet because I would have leaked the fun part out before or right after I got the tapes on right. I try not to get too full or retain water. I had a towel so I just dried myself off, dried the floor off, and tossed it in the washer. I stayed up over 24 hours doing this and after the laundry room thing I peed a few more times, then put a diaper on. I didn’t intend on sleeping yet. It was a dry 24/7 and I wanted to see how much time it’d take for me to overflow it. I ended up falling asleep. I put a washcloth in it again btw. I was so tired and making so much urine and letting myself relieve the urge so often that I actually wet the bed. Since I intended to still be awake I wore a pullup over the diaper to keep it from crinkling, then some shorts over both to keep the bulk down. I did pee on the sheets a little but the pullup was intact and dry so it must have come from how I was lying down when I peed in my sleep. I'm really curious how much I peed, or if it happened multiple times. I had no dreams.
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  17. Hi people, I KNOW that some of you have that video. I sadly don't have it anymore. It was on YouTube back then. It featured three girls, one of them wetting herself. One girl lay on a lounger, the other two girls stood to her right and left. The girl in the middle acts like she is some kind of king, giving orders. Both the girls have to fan her, while the one on the left of the video obviously needs to pee, as she stops fanning at some point and crosses her legs when all of them were laughing about something. She then asks the "ruler" if she can go to the restroom and while she answers "No!" the other girl already starts peeing her shorts. It would be awesome if someone could post it here. Had been searching for ages on what seems like hundreds of VK accounts and now I am asking you people. Maybe you can help? :)
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  18. This is sorta a small rant and also an explanation on holding and how i feel about. I didnt wanna put this in the general omo section so imma put it here since i tis abit off topic. So this is how i feel about holding, personally. I dont like it. When i first did omo stuff online with other people i use to hold. i would get aroused, i would lay down towels and wet sometimes, but i looked up things about holding and the effects to the body. (i was 13 at the time) I learned about kidney stones, extended bladders, losing control at random times, and even death. at that point i decided to never hold again unless i had to (which rarely happens). the more i see people talk about holding the more i started to dislike it. it's a dominance thing for some people, first sign i know that proves this is if they asked if you can hold until they say you can go. basically controlling your bladder. im a naturally dominate person, so if youre trying to control anything will instantly get pissed off and probably never wanna talk to that person. Another thing is that people who ask to hold, always want to skype. i realized that im not a "squirmer" i dont dance around and cross my legs if i have to pee. i just sit there, uncomfortably. I dont like being on skype anyway... i dont want people seeing my face and i have no way to set my laptop up to only show my pants or waist down. so it's pretty useless for me to even use skype, so i deleted it. years ago. Holding to me is also very boring and time consuming... I get people like the release or losing control thing but if i want release i'll just wet, and i never wanna lose control. (dominate) Sitting around while forcing yourself to drank a bunch of water is not all that entertaining. then you just sit around for hours until you have to pee. and then what? just talk about how much you have to? boring... very boring. "so how bad is it?" "oh its so bad" blah... I dislike holding. i'll try it but i wont skype, i wont force drink water, i wont hold any more then two hours after i feel like i have to pee, and when i think ive had enough imma go. theres not gonna be "no hold longer dont go until i say" no imma go when i feel like it. but in the long run i rather you just not ask thats the end of my little rant explanation thing.
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  19. {In a land slide right wins} Isabella takes a hard right into the city but as she does her bladder tells her shes not got long till she needs to empty it, she pedals down the busy street with only a couple of allyways which will get her caught, cars parked along the road which will get her caught, and some shops; a baby shop, a restaurant, a general store, and a garden center. Isabella thinks about using one of these places to empty her bladder but she realises shes running late and needs to be there soon... what shall she do? Option 1: PEE A) Allyway B) Behind a Car C) In the shop {specify which shop} Option 2: Hold it
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  20. Fuck Trump Fuck Hillary Fuck Amerika Fuck politics Fuck it all Fuck it...
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  21. Just one of the many reasons he's not going to be our next president.
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  22. I just always had an interest in pee, that's all. After I went through puberty and all that, it became sexual.
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  23. 1: Literal bladder pain can be interpreted in different ways. If the pain is in your belly and in your privates, that's to be expected and is fine. If the pain is in your back, that means your kidneys are straining and you should relieve yourself immediately. Back pain while desperate means that something's wrong and the hold should not be continued. *Second point: Never drink more than four liters (one gallon) of liquid for a hold, and that amount should be spread over at least one full full hour. Too much liquid in a short amount of time can cause water intoxication, which can and has been lethal. My recommendation is to drink 500ml (16.9 ounces) every half hour until you either wet yourself or reach four liters. If you do somehow manage to reach four liters, you will wet yourself soon enough, do not drink anything else. 2: This is difficult to answer because it varies SO MUCH between different people. Some people can go 24 hours without a pee no problem, and some people get a UTI if they have a slight urge for 20 minutes. It's impossible to answer. The deal is that nothing horrible will happen to you if you hold for a long time. Yes, you might but probably not get a UTI but that really isn't a big deal and will mildly inconvenience you for a couple days at the worst. If you're healthy this would be extremely unlikely though, just don't do holds like...every day and you'll be fine. 3: Yes. I know some people do it anyway, but there's a whole night's worth of bacteria buildup in there. Get it out, drink some more, start fresh. 4: Nothing wrong with this, and it can be really fun. Just don't let it go through a night and everything will be fine. All holding activities should be constrained between the time of urinating after waking up to urinating before bed. Nothing stopping you from going through the night, just be warned that you might get a UTI, which again, is not a big deal. 5: Any holding is generally "Safe" holding, as long as you're not stupid about it, it's really not a dangerous activity. But there are some things you can do to make it more pleasant. Having an empty stomach is usually a good idea, because food in the stomach absorbs liquid and makes it go slower. When I do holds, I wake up, go to the toilet, and immediately start drinking. Keep your liquid intake to water and tea, as you said in your post. I hate talking about this, but make sure you go #2 before you start holding, because if you don't you will have to during the hold, and then you won't be able to keep the pee in while you're doing it. 6: Just be smart. Don't go anywhere without immediate bathroom access if there's any chance you might not be able to hold it through the trip, unless you're into that. The one and only REALLY IMPORTANT THING is to never, ever, EVER drive while you're really desperate. Desperate driving is just as dangerous as drunk driving, thank the Mythbusters for that bit of info, and if you crash into something with a very full bladder, it can definitely burst from the impact and such an injury is positively lethal. Under normal circumstances the bladder will never burst, the sphincter will give up way before the bladder does, but in an impact such as from a car crash or some other really hard hit, the urine won't be able to go out the proper way quickly enough. Never drive while desperate.
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  25. Rage Thread

    You seriously think anyone who has an abortion is a bad person that deserves to be punished even if they were raped? That's beyond fucked up. I can't respect anyone who has such abhorrent viewpoints.
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  26. Did you pee already?
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  27. Thanks! Also at this point I really want to say that of course you'd have a bad attitude if you get constantly badmouthed over silly reasons,by your own family,and to your fucking face. There's a reason we moved out.
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  28. She is probably still in denial that WW2 is over and thinks that the Japanese are planning an invasion, They don't have the forces or the balls to attempt anything of the sort and if they did they would end up a pile of nuclear ashes. Our Nuclear umbrella would become a knife in Japan's back if they turned coat on us. And the whole "GO means Global Offensive." shit is as bulletproof as a piece of paper is to water. Though your aunt might be a little untrustworthy to Japan but my father doesn't trust the whole political circuit but he still plays Pokemon GO as it is. so you may have a conspiracy theorist in your family So do I but they are stuck in an era that believe that everything past France was evil. Just ignore it and if it gets worse bring up some logic and fact into the conversation. And if they deny it, LEAVE. THE. CONVERSATION. It's that simple. Just leave the conversation and focus on something else for a bit. I hope this helped a bit. I know this is a rage thread but I was trying to help a bit with the source of rage and find a solution to the problem being caused by anger. My psychotherapist told me this to help with my anger so I'll share my knowledge with as many people I can who will find this useful.
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  29. I don't know the exact times, but it definitely will keep you from editing after about 24 hours.
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    If I recall, basic membership is acquired after 7 approved posts, though the number may be slightly higher. Content wise, I don't lnow what to say about what you asked directly, but once you become a basic member, the approval system is lifted. If someone hits the green up arrow at the bottom of your post, you will gain rep. If you want it, all you really have to do is contribute, we're always looking forward to more art and stories (especially ones better than mine >_> )
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  31. You write that part 2 soon! I'm so excited to see it!!
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  32. Look forward to whenever you can get part 2 out good luck in writing it.
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  33. (Option B wins) she heads down the road to meet with her fireside girls troop 46321, along the way her bladder makes itself known and lets her know shes gotta pee... After about an hour she reached a split in the road; to the right a busy street which is a smooth but the longer route with very little cover and no chance to pee, to the left is a foresty dirt road which is a rough bumpy road which is the shortest route to the troop HQ with lots of cover and chances to pop a sqaut. A) Left B) Right
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  34. Dude you need to chill out, it takes time for people to post to topics as they have their own lives. Maybe next time add a little more to Shelby's desperation it was nice and all, But I like to see things played out a little longer as it gives you more things to build on. It was nicely written if you want to know and I'm not sure if you'd take requests for next time you write or if you plan on continuing this story. But would like to maybe see Shelby wear a skirt next time and see her have an accident in that?
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  35. You have it in you to hold a little longer.
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  36. Do you have a towel under you? If yes then take off your shorts and panties and pee for 5 seconds then quickly pull them up.
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  37. Just had a huge urge of desperation and spurted hard, so hard to hold on.
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  38. My rage? Noisy eating and drinking. Why the hell must such a simple and surely regular task be turned into such aggravation? If you are drinking a hot cuppa or eating bread and soup, slurping angers me like war's going on. Tip the fucking thing into your mouth*, that's what gravity's for, you needn't sound like a violently gastric vacuum cleaner with a blockage! Same with eating noisily and thus with your mouth open or talking with food in your mouth. Lips are there to be sealed at dinnertime unless you have to tell me something like announcing the monarch is dead. If you are so inept at chewing with your lips closed, let me know and I'll nail your eating appendages to the table to help you practice. The same applies to eating or drinking on the telephone, bearing in mind your mouth is next to the speaker and AMPLIFIES anything happening around there. If you really cannot wait for your hunger/thirst, get off the bloody phone. I worked in a call centre sitting four hours or so between breaks at a time, sometimes with hunger and parchment constantly on the phone to customers who called us, can you not bear an eighth of that at most? *Before you ask, spoons are also subject to gravity, fancy that! Any spare consumables adhered to it can be licked off, you won't die in two seconds, honest.
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  39. This might be better suited for the live action tread at the top.
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  40. Oh, wow, this is depressing. It's not bad writing for a first time; you should read up on how to format dialogue, though. Interesting choice of characters.
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  41. Faust apologizes for the delays in Another Note....Though, Faust has had an inspiration to write a small scene, which he thanks Omocommando for. getting the inspiration for. Faust is still very much working on Another Note, but he wanted to add another little set of stories. Faust hopes that you all can enjoy it...even though it might be a bit wordy. Faust wanted to make sure you could appreciate the story, even if you haven't played Magic before....And might have gone a tiny bit overboard. ^^; Faust hopes you enjoy, regardless. Faust's Magic Adventures: [Chapter 1: Beginnings] "Aha..! I've got you now!" A resounding thud would ring out in the cafeteria.....If the person across from him wasn't throwing down something barely thicker than a piece of paper. Instead, the card landed with a soft 'Fwip', as the brown haired boy across from him grinned a devil's smile. Several cards painted with black ink littered the table in front of him, as he leaned back. "Tremble in fear of my Nightmare!" he called, throwing his hands up. "Listen to it's Neigh! The Thunder of it's hooves will beat your dreams into despaaaaaair! For with my Nine swamps, I can..." "Hubris." Faust replied almost effortlessly, two blue-etched cards on his side turned sideways, as he laid down a card. The brunette flinched, and then groaned "I...you...! Faust..! Aghhhh!!!" the boy snapped, slumping over on the table. "If you didn't have that, I'd...I'd.....Blahhh." "Ahaha..Sorry Shijima." Faust called, waving his head. "But..you know I can't let you beat me." "Yeah, but still." The boy retorted, leaning back up. "You should show some respect for the head nerd at the nerd table." "Can you really be called that if you keep losing, Daichi?" another voice called, belonging to a homely girl with dark green hair that swirled down to her hips. "At this rate, Faust'll take over your title." "Ah, can it, Tsuyu." Daichi moaned back, leaning in his chair. "He's not a real nerd. He's just a passing visitor in our Empire of Nerdom. Like a wandering Samurai, without a home." "Hey, I'm plenty nerd, Shijima." Faust protested, chuckling. "Though, I'm hardly a 'Wandering Samurai' "You mean, like a Ronin?" Tsuyu added, putting a hand on her chin. "A Samurai without a Lord, or Master." "Oh, but he already has one of those." Daichi's voice mused, grinning. "And she's the reason that he's not a full blown nerd. Miss popular, prettiest girl in the school, eyes for none other than our lord Bushido here." "C'mon..Yuno's nice." Faust remarked, waving his hands. "She isss." Daichi remarked, shaking his head. "But, she's way too popular to come by our table, and play our games." "Uh...Daichi?" Tsuyu remarked, seeing someone approaching. "I mean, yeah...It's a trading card game." Daichi called, never noticing the pink hair. "Where, it's mostly random chance, and we pretend to be wizards and Sorcerors and such..But it's not THAT nerdy! Hell, We could be in full cosplay, calling out our cards to the heavens, and explaining what pot of freaking greed does twenty episodes..." "What are you talking about, Shijima?" an all too familiar voice called, a head of pink peering over his shoulder at the table. "A..Ahhh! Gasai!" he stammered, nearly falling back out of his seat. "W-w-w-we...were just like, totally playing our....magic game." "I just kicked his butt." Faust added, earning a snapped glare from the brunette. "How was I supposed to know you had a counter to my Nightmare?" he snapped with a frown. "Because he has a counter for everything." Tsuyu interjected, prompting a nudge from the brunette. "Shut it.." he snapped, starting to scoop up his cards. "Sorry Gasai. I know that this kind of thing is too dorky for....You?" Yuno had leaned over the table at this, lifting up the card that Daichi had in front of him. Magenta eyes wandered over the card, scanning over it. "Nightmare...eh?" she called, quietly. "So...it's a Horse....but..." "Yeah, it's a bad pun." Faust addresed, with a small chuckle. "It's Daichi's strongest card. Though, it's still easily countered.." "Ah, shove it." Daichi called, holding his hand out lightly. "It's just a thing we game sometimes. It's not like we're actually wizards, fighting for superiority." "Well, not all the time." Faust snickered under his breath, catching a cold glare from the boy across from him as Yuno handed him back his card. "Yuno...would be interested in learning how to play this game." "Yeah yeah, so we're dor...wait what?" Daichi remarked, his eyes going wide. "You.....wanna learn how to play magic?" "Sure." the pinkette called, smiling. "It seems like fun...And if Faust is playing it with others, then it might be fun to play as well." "Ohhh..pinch me.." Daichi swooned, his eyes sparkling. "I must be dreaming....Magic, making it to the popular crowd..." "You should totally get Faust to teach you, Gasai." Tsuyu called, with an easy, loose grin. "He's the best one at the table at it." "H..hey! I was going to offer to teach.." Daichi started, as the pinkette turned. "Yuno would love it if Faust would teach her!" the girl mused back, cuddling up to Faust as he smiled lightly. "Ah..? Oh, sure.." He remarked easily, waving a hand. "I'll need to get some cards together, but I could teach you no problem. After school, of course." "Of course!" Yuno mused back, giving him a light peck on the cheek as she started off again. "Yuno's looking forward to it!" The girl started off with a skip in her step...as a quiet pause went over the group. Faust looked across the table at Daichi, who was still holding his card. "You..uh...gonna be okay, Shijima?" "I'll treasure this card forever.." The boy blindly mused. "The card Yuno touched with her perfect hands......" "Shijima..?" ====================================================================================================== Several hours later, Faust slid down in his chair, looking up at the pinkette that followed him home, slinging his bag onto the couch. "So...Faust was going to teach Yuno?" she addressed, striding over to the counter. "How to play this...Magic Game?" "Ah..Yeah, sure." Faust started, pulling out another seat. "Well, I suppose we should start from the top..." It was a lengthy discussion, but no matter how much he droned on, the boy could see the girl was paying attention in her eyes, intruged by what he spoke. There were five colors in magic to work with. White,which was generally defensive, healing, and several smaller minions teaming up. Blue, which was centered around strategy, and thinking two steps ahead of your opponent. Black, the color of death, and ruthlessness. It was a high risk, high reward color, that fixated on an advantage, at a price. Red, the color of passion, power, and chaos. It was about hitting hard, and fast...Taking a short turn game over the long run, and ending things quickly. And Green, the color of life, and nature...specializing in summoning big monsters, and overwhelming through raw strength. There were cards that lacked colors too, usually tools or ancient artifacts.... In some cases, even creatures made out of machinery. "Since you're just starting out, I'd reccomend you use gre-" Faust started, as the pinkette leaned up into him. "Yuno wants to use Red!" the girl quickly selected, putting her hands together. "The color of Passion, and power..! Yuno thinks that sounds like fun!" "...Ah.. what the hell?" Faust remarked, shrugging his shoulders a bit as he started around. "Sure, you can try Red. Let's see...where did I put those cards...." A quick rummage through his things, and Faust eventually returned with a sizable box. Setting it on the table, he opened it up, and started to thumb through a myraid of cards... "Let's see...I haven't really gotten into it.." Faust started lightly, thumbing out. "But...I think I have enough cards for form up a deck for you." There were a multitude of card types in the game. Lands, which typically generated Mana to play the many cards, and made up a significant portion of a deck. Creatures, which were beings, and monsters you summoned forth to fight with....Sorceries, which were one-time spells you could cast for a benefit... Instants, which were like sorceries, but could be played at any time...Enchantments, that were sort of magic spells, but they remained after being cast......and Artifacts, which were various knick-knacks, tools, or machinations that could be summoned forth for various purposes. "Yuno...thinks she gets it..?" The girl called, looking mildly puzzled. "Creatures..lands...Sorcer..." "You know, maybe it'll be better if we play a game." Faust offered, the pinkette nodding a bit. "Sure. Just..be patient with Yuno, okay Faust?" "Of course, Yuno. Always." Faust assured, as he started to go through the cards he had, thumbing through for Red cards the girl could use. After a few minutes of pacing through them, he eventually held out the small stack of cards to the girl. "Here you go." He called, lightly. "Shuffle these up really good...And I'll grab my deck. Then, we can play your first game." Faust cleared off the table of cards, shuffling his cards in his hands, and looking up at Yuno. She watched the way his hands moved....and mimicked the gesture perfectly. Faust gave a small smile, before setting his deck on the table, and gesturing for Yuno to do the same. As she did, he then reach for his deck. "Now...draw Seven cards." he explained, picking up the cards in his hand, and looking over them. Yuno paused, and did the same, magenta eyes glancing over the cards in her hand. "Now..do you have at least two 'lands'?" "Yes.." Yuno started lightly, looking over. "Yuno has..lands, and a creature, and..." "That'll do." Faust remarked lightly, waving his hand. "I'll go first, just to show you how it's done...okay?" "Okay." Yuno called, giving him an easy smile. "Yuno'll try her best." Faust then looked at his hand..Judging it, and then turned. "Alright..so, you start your turns at untapping..." He started, before lightly pausing. "Um...more on that in a bit. Then, you hit a phase called..'Upkeep'...Which..is relavent if your cards say something on it." "O..kay.." Yuno stated, lightly. "Ah.." Faust stammered, before reaching. "Then, you draw a card from your Library. That's your deck here. Though...If you go first, you don't draw on your first turn." "Yuno..comprehends." "Now..you enter a main phase." He added, feeling a bit flustered...but then taking a small breath. "On your main phase, you can do a buncha things. Play a land, a creature, that kind of thing.." He thumbed for a card in his hand, and laid it down. "For example, I'm playing this..an Island." he called, lightly. "Now..if I have a card in my hand that costs one...Or, one blue..then, I can tap it.." He turned the island sideways, as if to show the girl. "And, use this blue to play that card." he stated, scanning his cards. "Though, I don't have anything. So, I skip my Combat Phase...and then, skip my second main phase....and end my turn." "Yuno sees.." she called, before looking at her cards, and her deck. "So...Untap...Upkeep...and..Yuno draws, Yes?" "Yes." "Okay.." The girl called, picking a card off the top of her deck. "Yuno then..enters a main phase..And plays..This." She pulled out a card of her own, and set it down. A red-colored card.. "A mountain." she started, scanning her other cards. "Can Yuno play more mountains?" "Yeah, but only one per turn." Faust remarked lightly, looking a bit nervous he forgot that. "Yuno sees.." She called, scanning over her cards once more. "Yuno has some cards that say 'Target Creature'.....Can she play those, without a creature?" "Ah..No." Faust remarked, lightly. "You need to have a target for those, or they don't really work." "Yuno sees, Yuno sees.." She mused, before lowering her hand a bit. "Yuno's done then! Faust's turn again." "Alright.." Faust remarked, turning his island back right way up. "This is what 'untapping' is. Tapping a card is like..'exhausting' it...Or..using it..or...Yeah." "Then upkeep, and draw..Yes?" Yuno chimed in, the boy relaxing a bit and nodding. "Right." He called, picking up a card off the top of the deck. "Then...if I have one, I can play another land.." He set another island down, and looked over his cards. Seeing one, he then raised his hands over them. "And, since I have a card that only needs two land.." he called, turning them sideways. "I tap my two islands...and I play...Jeskai Sage." He pulled a creature card from his hand, and set it on the table, for Yuno to look over. The card had a picture of a monk doing a handstand..with two fingers. An impressive feat.... "He's a 1/1...Which..Right." he started, before gesturing. "The numbers on the bottom represent a creature's power, and toughness. Power is how much damage the creature can do...and Toughness is how much damage they can take, before dying." "So..he can only take one damage?" Yuno interjected, the boy nodding. "Right." Faust stated, lightly. "He's..very frail. Any amount of damage will kill him. Though, he has an ability that will let me draw a card if he dies." "Yuno sees.." She mused, looking over. "And...'Prowess?" "Ah..That's another thing.." he remarked. "Basically, if i play something that isn't a creature, he gets stronger...But only for the turn." "Must be the mystical monk-y powers." Yuno remarked, providing a loud snrk from the boy. "D.dammit." he quipped between laughs, as he looked over his cards. "Yeah...That..That'll be the end of my turn." "Hehehe.." the pinkette giggled, drawing her card. "Yuno puts down another Mountain....And then.." She turned her two mountains sideways, tapping them, before putting down her own creature. "Yuno will play...Reckless Cohort!" she called, confidently. "He..has to attack every turn, if able. And..is a 2/2." "Oooh, nice." Faust remarked, lightly. "Oh...I forgot to mention, but...Creatures can't attack, or tap the same turn you put them down. They have 'Summoning Sickness', which wears off at the start of your turn." "Ah..Yuno sees." The pinkette called, looking over. "Though, Yuno's creature is stronger! So, when Yuno attacks..Her monster would beat Faust's." "Ah, yeah." Faust responded, nodding. "Though, blue usually has a trick or two up their sleeve..To make things trickier. Like 'Prowess' on this guy.." "Mmm.." Yuno mused, grinning a lightly devious grin. "Yuno hopes you're prepared.." Faust couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, but untapped his lands all the same, and drew his next card. "I'll play an Island....." he stated, before turning his sage sideways. "And..I'll attack with my sage!!" "Are you attacking my creature..?" Yuno asked, quietly. "Ah..no.." he started, lightly. "You see...attacking with a creature only goes after players. You can block with your own creatures if you want...and they'd do combat. Both sides do damage at the same time, based on their attack, to the other's toughness. So, if you blocked my creature, it'd do one to yours...and you'd do two to mine. Which...would kill mine." "But, blue has lots of tricks up it's sleeve." Yuno mused, with a grin. "What if..Yuno doesn't block?" "Ah.." Faust called, smiling a bit as the girl was picking up on things easily. "Then, it'll hit Yuno directly. And, she'll take damage to her life total, equal to the creature's attack power." "And how much life does Yuno have?" "Twenty." Faust remarked, lightly. "You start at twenty...and if you go to Zero or less, you lose." "Yuno sees." The girl addressed, nodding. "Yuno will....not block your sage." "Alright.." Faust remarked, tapping his cards sideways. "then, I'll pay two blue..and play this spell. 'Anticipate.'" "Ah..an instant?" Yuno called, looking over it. "So..you can play that at any time...right?" "More or less." Faust remarked lightly, waving his hand. "I look at the top three cards of my Library, and put one in my hand. The other two go to the bottom of it." "Yuno sees." she said again, nodding. "And..since it's not a creature spell.." "Yep.." Faust remarked, as he picked up the cards to select. "He goes up to a 2/2 for the turn...and Yuno will take two damage." Yuno nodded, tapping the table with a finger. "So..Yuno is at..18 life." She called, the boy nodding. "Right." He stated, lightly. "If you'd have blocked, you would have lost your creature instead to that. Since I attacked though, my creature can't block yours because it's tapped, and a tapped creature can't block. So...with that out of the way....that'll be the end of my turn." "Alrighty then.." Yuno mused, untapping her mountains, and drawing her card. "Yuno plays another Mountain....and then plays this card! Dragon Mantle!" She put down an enchantment, looking the card over. The mantle had to be put on one of her creatures...Which, in this case, would be her Reckless Cohort. "It says Yuno gets to draw a card, so she does that.....And.." "As a small note.." Faust interrupted, holding up a finger. "With that, you can use your red mana to make your Cohort stronger for the turn." "Ahhh..so that's what that symbol means." she called, tapping a land card. "A mountain, and Yuno powers him up to a 3/2.....Then.." She tapped her creature, grinning confidently. "Yuno will attack you, Faust!" "Ah...and you can use that ability at any time, like an instant." Faust added, as he lightly thumbed his cards. "Yuno knows.." She called, before tapping her last mountain. "But..Yuno wants to play...This! Rush of Adrenaline!" "Ahh...that buffs your creature up by +2/+1." Faust remarked, starting to tap his island. "So, it's a 5/3, until the end of the turn." "And Faust takes 5 damage...right?" "Right..that would be the case.." Faust remarked, before dropping down a card. "But, I think your creature's looking...Thirsty." He dropped down another instant, grinning. "Hydrosurge..?" Yuno remarked, looking it over. "Ah...! It makes Yuno's creature lose 5 power for the turn..! So..Faust..doesn't take any damage." "Right." Faust mused, with a small grin. "I'd imagine it soaks your creature in water, so it's too waterlogged to fight." "Like when Yuno drinks too much, and is too desperate to make a move?" The sudden left-field comment made Faust flinch and blush, lightly averting his gaze. "U..Um..Y..yeah.." he stammered, as the girl stood up for a bit, striding to the kitchen...and then returning to the table, with a glass of water. "Yuno has an idea..." she mused, lightly tilting the glass to her lips with a small sip. "As a 'Thank you' For teaching her...Yuno will...make you a small deal." "A..ah...?" The girl tilted back the glass, downing her beverage with a quick few gulps. "Every time Faust stops Yuno, or out-plays Yuno......Yuno will drink." she mused, grinning widely. "And if Faust wins..Yuno will..pee herself... For Faust's enjoyment." Faust blushed ear to ear, still embarrassed at how his secret had gotten out, and Yuno continually teased him with it....before he gave a small nod. "Y..Yeah." he responded, with a flush. "I..understand. Sou..sounds like a plan." Yuno gave the turn over to Faust, and he drew his card with a slightly trembling hand, still flustered from her offer. "Alright..I'll untap...and draw..." Faust started, looking over his hand. "I..don't have another land....so, I'll just end my turn." "Okies." Yuno mused, drawing her next card. "Yuno plays another land...and then...She'll play this card for one red." She tapped a mountain, and then held out a card. "Spark jolt! Which..lets me do a damage to a creature, or player. Like you, Faust! Then...'Scry 1?'" Scrying was an effect that let you look at the top card of your deck..and put it back on the top, or bottom of it. Rather than asking, she read the card on it...and then started to reach for her card....but Faust held up a finger. "One second.." Faust remarked, eying his cards.. and tapping two islands. "I'll respond by playing...Psychic rebuttal." He added, showing the card to the girl to see. "It lets me counter..Er, stop your card from doing anything, if it targets me specifically." "Oh, shoot." The girl called, starting to stand up. "Yuno was tricked again. Yuno has to dri.." "Oh..and since i have two or more instants or sorceries in my graveyard.." he called, lightly. "The second effect lets me...Copy and play that card for my own uses..and target something of yours." "Oh...! Goodness!" Yuno called, as he directed towards her creature. "Yuno needs to get...two drinks now." "Mmm.." Faust mused, lightly. "Damage that doesn't kill a creature will last on it until the end of the turn...At which it'll recover.." "Ah...Yuno sees.." She mused, lightly as she tilted back her first glass. "So..My creature has 1 toughness until the end of the turn..Right?" "Kinda, yeah." Faust remarked, looking at his top card thanks to the scry ability, and putting it back. He watched Yuno down the second glass of water, and then come back to the table. "My reckless cohort attacks!" she continued, starting to tap her cards sideways, and gesturing. "And..I'll give him this to make him stronger! Titan's strength!" "Ah...+3/+1." Faust remarked, lightly. "And...you get to scry 1." "Right." Yuno mused, looking at the top card..and placing it on the bottom of her deck. "Though, now Yuno's creature is a 5/3!...Or, 5/2, with Faust's jolt." "Uh huh." Faust remarked, sliding his creature up. "So, since my Sage got powered up by my rebuttal...It's strong enough to kill your creature, Even if you kill mine." Yuno lightly snapped her fingers, shaking her head a bit. "Oh well." she mused, lightly. "So..both of our creatures are dead.." "Which..lets me draw a card." Faust remarked, gesturing towards his sage as he drew a card. "Uh huh..But Yuno has this..!" she called, setting down another creature as she tapped two more mountains. "An..Immobilizer Eldrazi..!" "Ah..a 2/1." Faust remarked, as the girl gestured to him. "So..my turn now.." He untapped his islands, and drew his card. "Then...I'll pay 2 blue to put another Jeskai sage on the field. And...that'll be my turn." "Oooh..the 1/1 that lets Faust draw a card when it dies..and gets stronger with non-creature spells." "Right..." he replied, as he watched the girl untap her lands, and drawing her card. "Um..What does..'Haste' mean?" "Oh..that lets a creature attack the same turn it's played." Faust addressed, thinking of the cards. "Circumventing summoning sickness..." "Ahhh..Yuno sees." The girl mused, before tapping two mountains. "Yuno plays another Immobilizer..." Another mountain... "and then, plays this!" Another fwip could beard as the card hit the table, and she grinned. "Ah..Expedite." Faust remarked, lightly. "So..it gains haste..and you'll get to draw a card too." "Right!" Yuno mused, before leaning forward again. "So..Yuno will attack with Both of her creatures now!" "Alright..I'll block one with my sage.." Faust started, before tapping his two islands. "And...I'll play Hubris. This lets me return one of your creatures to your hand." "Ohhh..Foiled again." Yuno lightly protested, getting up from her seat again, and filling another glass. "Yuno has to drink...again." Faust could see the girl starting to lightly tense up as she downed her glass, returning with a small..tensed smile. "So, these two die..and that one goes to your hand." He called, putting his card in his graveyard. "And...I draw a card from sage." "R..right." Yuno called, crossing her legs lightly. "Yuno..will end her turn now." "Okay.." Faust remarked, untapping his lands, and drawing again. "I'll..play another island, and that'll be my turn." "O..okay." Yuno remarked, lightly trembling in her seat as she untapped her lands, and drew again. She idly looked over her cards, before tapping down two lands. "Yuno plays another Reckless cohort.... And, the immobilizer Eldrazi again." Faust eyed up the cards again, nodding slightly as he looked over his own cards once again. As he did though, the girl seemed to pause...as if suddenly wary of what he had to play. He lightly shook his head, the girl gesturing her hand at him again. "Yuno's turn is over.." "Alright.." Faust started, lightly. "Another Island..and that's my turn." Yuno trembled a bit, rocking her hips slightly as she untapped her cards...and drew her next card. She bit her lip slightly...and then tapped down a mountain. "Yuno plays..this." she called, setting down another card. "Another..Spark jolt." Faust paused, and nodded, waving his hand. "It goes through." Faust mused, lightly. "I go to 19 life." He could almost see the girl lightly sag in relief, before she looked at her top card..and then put it on the bottom of her deck. "And..Yuno will attack..!" she called, rocking forward slightly as Faust held up his hand. "I play.." he started, tapping four of his six lands. "This...A Nivix barrier. He's a 0/4 that i can play at any time....." "O..okay.." Yuno stated hesitantly, as Faust pointed at one of her creatures. "And, when he enters, one of your creatures loses 4 power for the turn." "O..Ohhh.." Yuno groaned softly, placing a hand on her belly as she stood up to get another drink, downing it quickly and returning to the table. "So..I can block one of them...And the other won't do any damage to me." Faust remarked as she returned, the girl's legs starting to shake in need. "Y..Yuno ends her turn." she called shakily, her free hand lowering to her lap to hold herself. "Alrighty.." Faust started, untapping his islands, and drawing a card. "I'll play another Island...and..." He turned all seven of his islands sideways, before setting down a card of a sphinx with brilliant wings. "Alhammerret, High Arbiter. He's a 5/5 creature that flies...and lets me look at your hand...Then, forbid you from playing one non-land card." Yuno winced, turning her two cards to the boy...and whimpering softly. "Does that count as 'stopping' or 'Out-playing?'" Faust asked with a coy smile, the girl flinching. "Y..Yuno supposes.." she called, crossing her legs over one another as she stood up once again...and filled up the glass with a shaky hand. She sipped at the drink carefully, no longer chugging the beverage haphazardly, but quietly nursing it. Faust could see the girl rocking her hips in need, grinning as she eventually returned to her seat. Faust took one of the two cards in her hand, and set it on the table to show what she couldn't play...before gesturing with his own hands. "That'll end my turn." Faust remarked, as the girl nodded quietly...and untapped her lands. She bit her lips softly as she drew her card, looking it over..and then setting her cards down. slightly. "Y..Yuno has to attack with her cohort.." she remarked with a tight expression, biting her lips. "W..which..Faust can block...if he wants.." Faust paused, looking at his creature, before shaking his head. "Go ahead. I'm at 17 now." Faust remarked with a small smile, watching the girl breath a small sigh of relief...Her other hand practically buried in her skirt. "Y..Yuno will end her turn.." she uttered softly, her legs bouncing in place as Faust started his own turn. "I'll put down a land.." he remarked, bemoaning his amount of land. "And...attack with my Flying creature. He can't be blocked by things on the ground...So, you can't block him." "Y.Yuno sees.." she called, rocking her hips a bit more as she bit her lips. "Down to...To 13.....I..is it Yuno's turn?" "Yes." Faust mused, waving his hands slightly as the girl untapped her cards. "Yuno draws.." She called, flinching as she looked over the field. "And..Yuno will..tap this to play..Goblin Glory Chaser." "Ah..a 1/1." Faust mused lightly, watching the girl writhe in agony. "He gets stronger if he hits a player for damage. Though..." "Y..Yuno has to attack.." she interjected, turning the Cohort sideways as she whimpered. "I'll block with my 0/4." Faust remarked, lightly. "So..nothing happens." "O.okay.." Yuno stammered back, crossing her legs over one another as she whined. "I..Is the game almost over..? Yuno's...really got to pee..." "Soon enough.." Faust remarked with a naughty grin, gesturing. "Is it my turn now?" "Y..Yes." "Alright." Faust remarked, untapping his creature and looking over his cards. "I'll pay two blue..and play...Tightening Coils on your Goblin. It squeezes, and constricts him..So he loses 6 power, and as such, can no longer do any damage to me. If he can't damage me, he won't be able to get stronger." Yuno looked near tears at this, standing from her seat and trembling as she waddled towards the sink. Faust could practically feel the desperation, and anguish in her expression as the glass was first filled up....And then shakily downed, the liquid forming quickly in her belly, and feeling as if it was poured directly into her bladder. She took her seat with a shaky, trembling expression on her face, whimpering softly. "My Flying creature attacks....and you're down to 8 now." Faust called, before gesturing back at her "Your turn." "O..O..O..okay.." Yuno stammered, untapping her lands with a shaky hand and drawing her card. "Yuno..Yuno will play a Mountain...A...and...At..attack with her.." "I'll block it.." "R..rig..Right...." she called, whimpering and rocking her hips more. "Y..Yuno's turn is over..." "Alllright." Faust mused, drawing his card..and grinning slightly. "So..I'll play an Island, and attack with my sphinx." "Y..Yuno's at 3..." "Mm.. And that'll be my turn." Faust called, leaning back in his chair as the girl groaned, shakily drawing her card. Her eyes shakily went over it, as she set it down. "Y..Yuno drew a land, but.." she called, setting it down. "It's..not a mountain....'Foundry..of the Consul'. It..just makes..a 1 for mana...but...Yuno wants to use the second effect." "Oh..?" Faust remarked, looking it over. "Oh yes...For Five mana, you can sacrifice that land to get two 1/1 flying token creatures." "R..right.." Yuno softly whimpered, turning all of her mountains sideways. "S..So now..Yuno can block Faust's Flying S..Sphin.." "Hold it." Faust remarked, watching the girl visibly flinch, and squeeze herself at those two words. "I tap two islands, and play...Send to sleep. This lets me tap down two of your creatures. And, since a tapped creature can't block.." Faust watched the girl start to stand up from her seat, utter agony in her expression at being sent to get another drink.......Before freezing in place. "Oh no..." she uttered, her eyes going wide. "Ah..?" Faust sounded out quietly, before the girl visibly shuddered. "Yuno..Yuno.." She stammered, setting her cards on the table. "Yuno can't hold it anymore...!" Faust watched the girl's face blush ear to ear, as a quiet hissing could be heard......And the girl sniffled a bit. He leaned around the table to peer at the girl's skirt, watching as the dark blue material started to quickly become saturated in her spilling waters. Yuno leaned back in her chair, before letting out a wail of Anguish, the small hissing becoming a rushing torrent. Liquid gushed out from under her skirt, quickly pooling around her rump and splashing off of her chair's seat, the girl softly whimpering as her control finally left her. Faust could only watch as the myriad of waters she'd downed finally escaped her....And blush in turn as she sagged a bit against the back of her chair. "S..sorry.." she stammered out softly, gasping. "Sorry Faust...Yuno..Yuno couldn't....she just...Yuno.." "I..It's fine." Faust stuttered himself, blushing deeply. "I..I shouldn't have pushed you to...I mean.." "But..Yuno....had fun.." She softly mused, stepping up from her wet chair, and striding over to the boy. "Yuno wants to play games with Faust..much...Much more." "A..Ah...We..Well.." Faust blushed, setting his own cards onto the table, and the girl planted her wet waist into his lap. "Though..Yuno intends to win this time...." ======================================================================================================= Elsewhere, Youmu slumped over in her chair, groaning lightly. "Sis, you're too rough on me.." Youmu remarked, looking over the field. "I'm still new...you don't have to floor me in this game.." "Oh, but none of the other kids will show you any mercy." Penelope mused to her sister. "So, I'm showing you no less. If you wanna stand up to any of the others, or try to win that boy's attention..You'll need to be trained properly in the art of Gathering of Magics!" Youmu sighed, straightening her back again as she looked at her white-colored cards, picking them up and shuffling them again. "A..Alright.." she stated reluctantly, lightly shifting her hips. "Though...can I at least use the bathroom before we play our next game?" The other girl gave a devious grin, wagging her finger. "Ohhh, no no no." Penny mused, shuffling her cards. "Holding it in will help you play better. Move Faster..And motivate you to do your best. We're playing until you beat me! No piddle breaks until then!" Youmu softly whimpered, crossing her legs over one another as she shuffled. "A..Alright..Fine.." She called, softly biting her lower lip, and cupping her own waist slightly. "I'll..win this time for sure." [Faust's Magic Adventures, Chapter 1: End]
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  42. I'm honestly not sure if I've shared these here before or not, but I came across them on my computer and I remember I meant to so here they are.
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  43. So this is my first wetting ever. And it was the only thing I dared wetting. Can someone give me advice on how to wet pants and then washing them really fast so that it goes unnoticed?? Also please tell me if this is "attractive" I really only know about female wetting but I wanted to try this out.
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  44. Jeez, almost a year since my last post...well in lieu of just posting when I can I've been busily writing new chapters. So I figured I'd post some to sort of catch up a bit. So this chapter doesn't feature any wetting in it, unfortunately, just a bridge chapter. The next one will feature much more wetting. Enjoy! Chapter 5: Separate ways. Anna drifted again through the bizarre darkness, trying to figure out the mechanism of what was going on. “So, every time we wet ourselves, we end up back in the start area, is it only when we wet ourselves or whenever we pee, and how come we keep needing to pee so quickly” she thought to herself while she slowly drifted through nothingness. She felt her feet hit solid ground again, and there she was, in the same dimly lit cavern they had all woken up in, staring at Laura, who still looked rather upset. “You know, you guys really are terrible, I’ve always sort of had a fear of having an accident ever since I was little, I don’t want to be forced to have one so you can do some little experiment” she said angrily, even though Anna wasn’t exactly the one who came up with the idea. She paced around the broken bricks she had been sitting on impatiently “Where did the others go, are they alright?” “Yeah, they should be back soon one way or another” Anna said, realizing they must have had to pee too. “But more importantly, now that we’ve figured out how this maze seems to work, we need to think about how to get out of here. There are five paths here, and we’ve only gone down one so far.” “It’s like there’s one for each of us, whoever did this probably wanted us to split up eventually” Laura said, and Anna nodded. “It’s terrifying, this whole thing was obviously planned to torture us and give whoever did this some sick enjoyment, but we don’t have a choice I guess” Anna said just as Michelle, Nikki and Natalie all seemed to pop out of nowhere very close to each other. “You guys are back!” Anna said happily, “I thought you would have just walked, what happened?” “Eh, I don’t really want to talk about it, another time” Natalie said and her cheeks went a bit pink. Nikki and Michelle both nodded. “Let’s just say that we all peed, and here we are again” Michelle said trying to hurry the subject along. “So, we realized, there’s a path for each of us it would seem, or at least there’s the same number of us as there are paths” Laura said pointing to each in turn. “So whoever did this wants us to split up? Or is there only one way out of here out of all of the paths and if we split up only one of us will make it” Michelle mulled over to mostly herself, and she got up to walk to one of the paths. Nikki stood up as well, “If there’s a path for each of us, is there a right path and a wrong path?” she asked. “I feel like no matter what path we take, somehow this place will accommodate for us” Natalie answered looking down one of the paths. Anna shivered at that comment, thinking of how the paths she had taken always seemed to have something that she wouldn’t expect, or would throw her a curveball once she figured out a pattern. If this place was more than just a pre-set maze, they might never make it out, and she couldn’t bear an eternity of wandering, peeing herself and wandering again. “Fine, at the very least assuming we’re all losing our minds and this isn’t a magical Hogwarts-like maze that changes to suit whoever is walking down it, if we split up we can cover more ground, if we find an exit or what seems to be the way out, we can all meet up back here pretty easily” Michelle said gesturing at her crotch and smiling. Laura went brick red at the gesture, “I told you I’m not peeing myself if I can help it” she said. “The point is, if we end up trapped somewhere, we’ll end up back here if we pee, but that also means we sort of have a timer to get somewhere, I can’t be the only one whose noticed even after peeing ourselves we always have to go again shortly after” Natalie said, moving to one of the unexplored hallways. “Should we really be buying into this whole thing, I mean if we always need to pee after we have an accident, doesn’t that mean whatever has done this actually WANTS us to wet ourselves repeatedly” Laura said, looking around the room as if she might find a camera to reinforce her point. Anna shifted uncomfortably at that thought; she didn’t like the idea of having an accident in front of her friends, let alone in front of some stranger watching them from somewhere they couldn’t reach. “In either case, the only way we’ll ever find our way out of here, and or to whoever is doing this to us, is to navigate this stupid maze, if the cost is a few accidents, I’m fine with it, cause sitting around isn’t going to keep our panties dry either” Michelle said determinedly. They all nodded at that, although Nikki grinned slightly at the “panties dry” line, “So then, shall we all go our separate ways?” She asked looking down the path. They each got up and moved in front of a hallway, not really knowing if this was a good idea, but hoping it would give them something more than what they already had. “Ready?” said Natalie, “Ready” They all said, and started moving slowly down the halls. That was the last they saw of each other for a good while, Anna was hoping they would see each other at some point, hoping the paths would cross, but she was also becoming aware of the fact that once she was alone her need to pee become more noticeable….
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  45. Stevepee, While it's true that this particular thread was STARTED by a female as you put it, where does it say that females only may post replies to it? Like Celinebay Barry and I were both given permission to wet ourselves at various times and all we've both done with this topic is write up what actually happened to us in that respect, so what's wrong with that? I have to say that I for one find your stupid and unnecessary comment highly offensive.
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