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Girl who's been sick stuck to the couch all day and who has decided the pain of walking to the toilet or holding in her pee are way more annoying than the discomfort of being a bit wet.

Girl who got in some kinda accident that made her incontinent but who isn't quite ready to admit that yet, since she's still just barely making it to the toilet with minimal leaks every time still! But she's about to wish she'd admitted to herself that she needed to start wearing diapers when she's met with a locked door and feels her thighs start to get warm and wet.

Girl who's long since wearing diapers and simply announces "Uh oh", barely even registering that she has to pee seconds before you hear a faint hissing coming from her crotch.

Girl who'd been suspiciously wiggly while playing a game for the last five minutes and then suddenly stops squirming as you hear a soft dripping under her chair.

Girl who knows she's in good company and simply announces "I don't feel like gettin' up, wanna see me piss myself?" and is already soaked before she finishes the question.

Girl out in the pouring rain figuring she's already wet and decides to just warm up her legs a little, forgetting about the obvious smell that you immediately pick up on.

Girl in diapers who makes fun of you every time you have to go to the bathroom by blocking the door and proudly displaying her far more convenient way of peeing.

Girl who, after fucking you for as long as her stamina allows, exhaustedly lets loose on the blankets because they "already needed to be put in the laundry anyway."

Go out on a daylong trip, and pick out a cute outfit for her. Every time she has to pee, make her leave an article of clothing in the public bathroom. (Or put it in a backpack, clothes are expensive!!!) Would she rather piss panties or put them on full display?

Secretly feed her a diuretic and some strong sleeping pills, then try to convince her that she's wet the bed completely out of the blue? Maybe she should be in diapers...

Make her mop, no, scrub the floors while desperate, wearing her cutest maid dress of course. Make sure to take some peeks at her panties when she painfully bends over! You'll want to see exactly when to embarass her.

Remote control plug and a full bladder while playing games with friends. Ever wondered what it's like to make someone mortifyingly embarassed within a single button press? "What's that buzzing noi- Are you pissing yourself???"

Give her a maximum of 20 bathroom breaks for an entire week. Watch her either be gluttonous and use them all up by thursday, or torture herself trying to hold day after day to minimize her bathroom use, tiring her muscles out so much that she can't even feel herself leaking by the end of the week. And even then she won't make it to sunday...

Rolling pin to the bladder. Either rolling it flat or just wacking it.

She whines, but her owner is kind to her; She's handed a ring with all 20 keys she needs. All 20 identical looking keys, on a giant ring. She starts trying the first key on one of the locks. It doesn't turn. The second, third, fourth don't either. A wave of desperation hits her, and she grabs at her crotch reflexively. She stays dry, luckily, so now she can... Shit. What key was she on? What lock was she even undoing again?

Her owner smiles a devilish smile, watching her beloved plaything try and fail and try again, occasionally succeeding to get a lock loose, then another. Until eventually, there's only about five left.

The girl cusses under her shaky breath. Why did she not think to break the used up keys? The ring slips out of her hands as she doubles over in agony, trying to ignore the little drops starting to leak out. She will make it. She has never pissed herself and she's not gonna start today. She grabs the keyring and undoes one of the locks - a lucky guess - leaving four more.

It's been 20 more minutes and she's only down to two. The poor thing barely has time to try between her desperate reaching for her crotch and her adorable little potty dance. Another lock falls to the floor. One more. Her owner smiles even wider, and the toy is scared, for just a moment. Why is she so happy? She's going to make it! Why does her owner look so sadistic, if she's so close to salvation?

A long spurt snaps her out of it. The wet spot isn't showing on her jeans yet, but her blushing gives it all away. She decides her only chance is to go quick, no time for crotch squeezing. Key one - no luck. Two - nope. Three - no dice. Another spurt comes out, but she keeps going. Four - no again. Five - no. Six through ten leave her still locked, and progressively wetter. The spot is definitely showing now. Finally, she finds the right key, fumbles with the lock for a bit as her bladder gives in for another spurt, but by the time her jeans drop to the floor, the damage is still minimal. A wet spot the size of a tangerine, maybe, although her soaked panties tell another story.

The girl drops the keys and quickly pulls down her - she pulls down - wait. Why aren't they coming off?! Her bladder, so close to relief, is all but ready to give in. As yet another spurt saturates the once-white fabric, her hands find the issue: a small, last padlock on her back, laced through a hole in her sweater, keeps her panties up. Her owner laughs a cruel, taunting laugh as she dangles the last key in front of her leaking partner, drops it, and flushes it through the toilet.

She goes to quickly undo ger sweater, but her body can't wait any longer. Piss starts gushing through her panties, splashing on the bathroom tiles and filling the air with a putrid scent. She's still trying to hold on, telling herself it doesn't count, she's never pissed herself, and not now either! It's just tiny leaks! Just like that time in traffic, and that one time during sex, and, and. All of those times didn't count either! All those "accidents" weren't true! Her bladder is fully empty by the time she's manoeuvred herself out of the bondage, but she tells herself she made it in time all the same. She's a big girl, and she's never pissed herself.

The puppy wakes up from her nap, feeling parched. She walks over to her water bowl and sloppily drinks its entire contents. No longer thirsty, she walks back over to her bed.

It's hours later when the poor puppy wakes up again, and for good reason. She has to go walkies desperately. All that water she guzzled up has made it right through her system and she needs to get it out somehow, soon. She walks up to the door, where the party is still going strong, and starts pawing at it. Whining. Someone approaches the door and is about to open it, making the puppy wag her tail in excitement as her relief is close, when they suddenly read the paper and walk back towards the drinks. The poor puppy whines, keeps pawing at the door, trying desperately to hold it. Good girls don't pee inside.

It's another hour or so later now, and the puppygirl is doubled over in pain, pressing her paws into her crotch. Her owner will come get her any minute now, she never leaves the puppy alone for this long. She'll get to pee outside like a good girl any minute now. Good girls don't pee inside. Good girls don't pee inside, and she's a good girl, right? So she won't pee inside.

It's not just her desperate, growing need that's bothering the poor dog though, no, there's something else. Right in the corner of the room, where she hadn't bothered to look before, there lays a strange, paper square. In the middle, she smells something sweet, a scent beckoning her to mark her territory. At least it would keep the floor clean, right?

No, she can't think like that. Good girls don't pee inside. They simply don't! Not even when they feel like they're about to pop, good puppies hold it until their owner takes them outside. She crawls away from the puppy pad and lies down in her doggy bed, waiting for release to come.

Time passes. The puppy claws at the door, whines, begs for anyone to come relieve her, but everytime someone gets close, places their hand on the handle, gets her hopes up... they notice the note and walk away. She tries do distract herself with her toys, but the jostling motions of playing with them just made the need worse. She tried sleeping, but the pain of her poor little bladder begging for her to just pee kept her awake. But the party is dying down, and soon she and her owner will be all alone. Then she can pee, outside. Good girls don't pee inside. She's a good girl. Good girls don't pee inside. The scent calls to her, to just let go onto the pad. ...Maybe she should just sit on it just to be safe...

The party guests are all gone now, but the poor puppy has very little time left. She's been steadily dribbling onto the paper, telling herself it's just a little drip, her owner won't notice. Then, finally, her owner opens the door. The puppy can't even bear to look up or wag her tail, every tiny little movement makes more drops spill out of her onto the sheet. Her owner looks at the poor dog, and then she says something which breaks the puppy completely.

"Aww, poor thing! You can just let go on the pad, silly."

Let go on the pad? But good girls don't pee inside! She's a good girl! She would never go-

With a loud whine, the urine steadily starts spilling out of the poor thing, saturating the strange sheet with her warm pee. The puppy is peeing. She's panicking, trying to stop the flow, but it's no use. She's peeing inside. Good girls don't pee inside, but she peed inside. She's a-

"Good girl. There you go, sweetie."

The puppy finishes peeing into the sheet. She did it. She's a good girl.

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A team of two girls who agreed to split the drinks evenly but one of them is visibly far more desperate halfway through, she probably won't make it regardless. She's begging the other girl to grab the next cup but deep down she knows she won't make it anyways, so she might as well take this one for the team.

A girl, shaking, one hand in her crotch and one holding a ping pong ball, faced with just one more cup to dunk the ball in. Her "opponents" are begging her to hurry up, thinking they'd rather opt for taking this drink than another 2 minutes of torture before the next attempt. Her falling to her knees, defeated, as the ball bounces off the rim again, feeling a spurt hitting her underwear and fighting the urge to just give in.

Sky sat down on her bed, tired from the very difficult day she's had. She lived with her parents and her little sister, Violet, in a nice home, but their parents hadn't been home in days. They were both on some business trip, and wouldn't be back for another week.

The two sisters had been making the most of it, inviting friends over to drink and play some card games almost every day, but the chores that had been piling up needed to be taken care of today, which took more out of the two of them than either would like to admit.

You know, it had always felt weird to Sky that Violet was allowed to drink alcohol now. In her mind, she would always still be her little sister, the tiny girl that grew up alongside her all her life, and who had always been so small, so... adorable. She still was quite a cute girl, of course, but now she had a drivers license, and a job at the local convenience store, and she was allowed to drink to her heart's content. Little Violet had grown up.

That thought hurt Sky a little, though she couldn't entirely figure out why. Of course she was happy her little sister was putting herself out there, seeing the world. Going to the club and making out with the first guy she'd see, like all girls her age ought to be doing. Sky winced at the thought of her baby sister with her tongue in someone else's mouth.

She kicked off her shoes, took off all her clothes and lay down in bed. Sky didn't usually sleep naked, but the summer heat was getting to her, and even under nothing but her thin blanket she was sweating a lot. She knocked on the wall next to her bed twice, like she'd do every night since she was about 8 years old. After a few seconds of silence, she heard two knocks back. Her little sister was also ready for bed. "Good night sis, I love you", they both said to each other through the wall, before Sky turned over and went to sleep.

Sky woke up an hour later, realising she had forgotten to go to the toilet before going to bed. She walked out of her room to the bathroom down the other end of the hall, past Violet's room. After having relieved herself, when she walked back past the door to her sis' room, she heard something. Her sister was making a soft mumbling noise. Was she having a nightmare? No, she didn't sound scared at all, she sounded almost happy? Maybe she's chasing squirrels in her dreams, Sky thought. She went back to back, amused at her own silly joke.

As she lay down, she realised her sister was slightly audible through the thin wall separating the two. Her mumbling sounded muffled, as if she had a hand over her mouth. Slightly concerned again, Sky put her ear to the wall, just to make sure her little sister was safe. Then she heard it. The sound of a woman caressing her cock, slowly, but loud enough to be recognisable. Her little sister was masturbating.

Immediately Sky felt bad for listening. She backed away from the wall abruptly, knocking into her bedside table, where a picture frame containing a photo of her parents tumbled over and shattered on the floor. The sound was very harsh, and the soft moans from Violets room stopped immediately. She was waiting to see if her big sister woke up from that, Sky realised.

She cursed under her breath, reaching for the photo of her parents, when she saw the other picture on the table. Her little sister, a picture from a mere year ago, stared back at her. The photo was of a young, adult woman, but all Sky saw was her little sister, looking up to her from next to her bed, smiling so innocently. That smile was the one she had sworn to protect.

Sky decided to stay put in bed without picking up the fallen picture, not wanting to risk making any more noise. If Violet knew that she'd heard her, it would only make her sad, Sky told herself. You need to stay quiet for her sake. For her smile. And sure enough, the cute whimpering of her little sis started up again after only one or two minutes.

Wait, cute? Of course, her little sister was adorable, but this wasn't cute, right? Violet let out a particularly breathy whimper, and Sky felt her own dick twitching. When did she grow hard? Sky blushed, embarrassed at her body's response to her little sister. Was she... enjoying this?

Another cute yelping noise came from beyond the flimsy wall, and Sky felt her hand closing around her throbbing dick before she even realised what she was doing. What was going on? She can't do this, it's so wrong! It's her little sister, she needs to take care of her, love her, sure, but not like this!

But, the noises were so adorable. The slow increase in speed of the noises of masturbation, the soft whining sounds her sister made as she got closer and closer to the relief she sought, increasing in pitch and volume as her desperation to cum grew, it was all too much for Sky.

Before she knew it her own hand was going up and down her dick with a furious passion she didn't usually feel when she was doing this. She looked back over to the portrait of her little sister as she imagined what Violet must look like, laying down in bed naughtily playing with herself. The thought of how wrong this all was didn't subside, but the growing lust in Sky's heart was far greater.

The moans on the other side of the wall suddenly got louder, and Sky realised that Violet must have removed her hand from her mouth. Did she want her bigger sister to hear? No, of course not, what a perverted thought. Her little sister didn't want Sky to hear, she was probably just using her other hand for something else. Maybe she was fondling her cute breasts, or caressing her adorable little butt.

Sky let out a moan of her own, unable to stifle it any longer, and for just a second she could have sworn she heard her sister go faster in response. Sky was a fool, of course. What would her sister think if she saw her right now? She'd feel so betrayed, years of sisterly love down the drain because big sis had to make it weird. And their parents? They would certainly not approve, they'd try to take her sister away. She'd never see her cute smile again.

She pushed those thoughts away quickly as she felt the familiar sensation of cum slowly making its way up through her cock, ready to shoot out from the swollen head. She was about to go over the edge, and there was no going back now. She moaned again, and again, loudly, and on the other side of the wall she heard her sister start moaning even louder in response. No, of course not in response, why would she think that? She was obviously just-

The thought was cut short as a thick rope of cum shot out of Sky, who let out one final moan so loud she was certain her sister could hear it. But instead of hearing Violet stop like she'd expected her to, Sky instead heard her sister almost screaming in pleasure, before heavily breathing. They had both climaxed, Sky knew, and the thought of it filled her with butterflies.

Fifteen minutes later, Sky still lay there wide awake, naked, covered in her own sweat and cum, too scared to move or even go to sleep. What had she done? Her sister must have heard her! Her beloved little sister must by now have known what Sky has been doing, and, that Sky then must've heard her doing the same. She must've realised that Sky came to her noises, to the thought of her, to her pretty smile in that picture, to-

Knock, knock. Two shaky, hesitant knocks reverberated through the wall, interrupting the spiralling thoughts. Sky immediately understood. She raised her hand up to the wall.

Knock, knock. "Good night sis", they both said, voices trembling.

As she uses the clicker to go to the next slide of her otherwise very dry presentation, she pushes the first bit of pee out. She's surprised by the effort it takes, despite needing relief so badly, but with some focussing she manages to push out a second leak, and then a third. She's struggling to keep speaking coherently as her mind races, her little secret perverted fantasy is finally coming true! She manages to leak some more out, and having finally destroyed that mental blockade of years of potty training, she feels the hot liquid start to come out in a steady stream now. The hissing is audible now to anyone who knows what to listen for, and if the businesswoman wasn't already wet down there from piss, she would be wet now from the other bodily fluids leaking out of her.

But then her heart drops. The sound of her subtle hissing is suddenly dominated by another, much louder noise. Clattering. Liquid hitting the floor. Did someone spill their coffee? No, the sound has been going on for longer now than expected if this is a mug's worth of liquid. And why is everyone staring at her crotch?

She looks down and realises, mortified, that maybe she shouldn't have selected the thin diapers after all. Having failed to contain even half the contents of her bladder, the plastic underwear sags useless between her legs as her piss spills out of it on all sides, staining her skirt, leggings, and the expensive new office carpet. She looks back up at her colleagues, and as her eyes meet theirs she sees sympathy, disgust, embarrassment, and maybe she's imagining it, but the pipsqueak she's been tutoring for a couple months now looks, aroused? She can't take it anymore. Liquid still pooling around her, she involuntarily lets out a stifled, but definitely audible moan. Her hands shoot towards her crotch, at first to try and shut off her stream, but as they meet the thin, wet fabric covering the soft, warm padding, under which her privates lie, throbbing in lust, she can't help but rub a little bit. A squeaking noise fills the room as she pushes her hand up into the plastic, and at this point she's led out of the room by security.