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"What do you think baby boy, do you think this suits me?"

You nod quickly, before turning your head away. You knew what would happen if you looked for too long, you could already feel yourself getting more and more excited by the moment.

"Aww come on, just that tiny peek? I know that you want to take a nice, long look, right?"

You swallowed nervously. Just being this close to such a pretty girl made your stomach twitch. You felt it do little flips as you turned back to your computer game.

"Yeah... it looks really nice on you, it really brings out your curves," you said, feigning disinterest in her. Another shot of adrenaline ran through you, and you instinctively pressed your legs together as you noticed a slight pressure in your bladder.

She sauntered towards you from behind, before slowly sitting on your desk next to your mouse, an undeniable presence that threatened the quickly-deteriorating state of control you had over your bodily functions. Her right thigh nudged your hand as you glided the mouse across the desk top, the sudden contact feeling like an electric shock.

You swallowed, an icy sensation running through your lower body, further spurring on that heavy feeling in your bladder, a pressure that was continually growing, relentless, just like her.

You sneaked a glance at her bare thighs, smooth and long, like the curves of a sports car. Unlike a car, however, this model was right here in your bedroom and was ready for a test drive at any given moment. Your gaze followed the soft skin of her slender thigh upwards before it was met with the tiny cloth that barely covered her most coveted spot. You swallowed, losing yourself for a moment before a sudden cold feeling enveloped you lower body, and you gasped and squeezed your legs as hard as you could, your hand rocketing down between your legs to cover yourself.

As your hand brushed the fabric of your grey tracksuit pants, the front felt slightly damp to the the touch, but whether it was pre-cum, or if you had wet yourself in excitement, you didn't have a clue. Both had felt the same to you recently.

"I... need a minute, I'll be back," you gasped, standing with your hand still covering your little accident and starting towards the bathroom. But not before she raised one of her beautiful legs, blocking your escape and coaxing you with a swift push back down into your seat.

"And where do you think you're going, mister?" She giggled, standing over you as your second hand joined the first in your lap. Another jolt ran through you and a new wave of wetness flowed softly against your hand. Your heart sank as you realised what you were doing underneath your grey pants, but were powerless to resist the effect she had on you. She was a monster, and you were her cornered prey.

With a smirk, she wrapped her arms around your neck and sank into your lap, bringing her chest directly into your line of sight, obscuring your view of almost everything else.

"This is what you like, isn't it? Your girlfriend in your lap wearing a new bikini, wrapped up like a nice, little present for you. Just in time for Christmas too, right?"

"Please, let me go, I just need to go and use the bathroo..."

"You'll leave when I say," she purred into your neck, kissing your exposed skin with force. Your leg twitching, you brought your hands up from your lap and placed them on her waist almost out of instinct, starting to breathe heavily. Feeling her weight, and her closeness to you, was simply too much to handle. You juddered as you felt your insides release, like a full dam bursting, into your underwear which did little to stop a dark patch from rapidly spreading outwards from your crotch, dripping to the floor with a slight patter.

She giggled, standing up and looking down at your pathetic display, the whole seat of your trousers a dark shade, with unmistakable fresh waves of wetness pulsing uncontrollably from the front of your pants.

"Looks like someone's having some trouble making it to the potty in time, doesn't it? At first it took a while for you to wet your pants around me, and now you do it in less than one minute..."

She pushed her hand into your lap, feeling the hard outline of your member desperately pressed against your slick underwear. She slowly moved her hand in a circular motion, her smile growing wider as she did.

"I guess the only thing left to do is to find you some nice, thick diapers to help you keep your pants dry around me, right? That way, when you get all excited and go tinkle in your pampers like a toddler, you can have the comfort and safety of not leaking everywhere like the baby you really are. And don't worry, I'll make sure to take good care of my baby boy..."

The question lingered in the air, her soft voice teasing yet tender. You hesitated, heart pounding as you looked up at her. She was wearing the bikini so well. It was a dreamlike vision of what you had always imagined the perfect woman to be.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, her smile curling as she slowed her hand. “Cat got your tongue? Or is my little pants-wetter too shy to answer?”

You swallowed hard, your rational mind struggling against the pull of something deeper, something you'd tried to bury for so long. But the way she stood there, so inviting and patient, your defences crumbled.

"...Okay"

"Okay what?"

"......Okay mommy..."

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