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  1. 27 points
    Hello all, I've been pretty busy changing careers but I do still have videos made for me. Enjoy :) SuperWetting.flv
  2. 27 points
    Oops. I haven't been on here for ages, but I had to share this one from today My job is super boring, and sometimes I need to entertain myself somehow! (I usually wear pads regardless just in case, unless I'm being deliberately high risk.) If I feel like really pushing it though, I get the really big pads out - under jeans they feel almost like a pullup in fact, though less leakproof But also much less hard to explain having in your bag, because they just look like sanitary pads to the untrained eye. Anyway, today I knew I was going to be super bored, and decided it was going to be a holding day, so I went to work with some heavy-duty protection and the intention of drinking as much coffee as I wanted to and seeing how long I could wait. I sat at my desk getting more and more desperate, not least because just as I was about to give up and go to the toilet I got stuck on the phone with a client. I'd intended to deliberately wait until I knew there was a queue, and sure enough there was one. I was already spurting involuntarily when I got there, and trying to stand still like I wasn't desperate when I knew I was already wetting myself was pretty exciting I wasn't too worried, because I can piss myself quite badly before the pads give up... until my bladder just contracted. I couldn't stop it at all for several seconds - I panicked and crossed my legs as I felt that telltale flood of warmth in my knickers. I didn't dare look down in case I drew attention to it, but I could feel the wetness soaking into my jeans despite the pad. I don't know whether the person next to me saw that I'd pissed myself, but I must have looked desperate, because she offered to let me go next! I kept on spurting all the way while dashing into the cubicle, locking the door and yanking my jeans down - I couldn't stop it at all. If I hadn't had the pad there would have been a puddle - it was completely saturated, and by the time I made it to the toilet my knickers were soaking, with a massive wet patch on my jeans I tried to dry it off, but it didn't make much difference - thank god they weren't light coloured denim. I had to wear my cardigan awkwardly around my waist for the rest of the day and just didn't leave my desk in case anyone noticed what I'd done I took this photo in the cubicle for you lot Not gonna lie, it was exciting sitting in wet knickers all day, but also mega awkward trying not to let anyone see. Nobody said anything, but I have no idea whether anyone saw I'd wet myself
  3. 20 points
    As a preface, I apologize for getting so carried away and making this ridiculously long! If you want to skip to the good action, start at paragraph 5. Everything before that is wetting/desperation, but relatively tame in comparison . Of all of my wetting/pee experiences over the years, I suspect this one may always be one of my favorites!! Given that I currently have some writing momentum and am excited about sharing on this site, I figured I'd keep it up and post this one One more disclaimer before you go on: I stick to the actual events, but any conversations/vivid descriptions I have in my stories may be a bit embellished/edited for clarity to help everything flow like a story instead of an essay! Ever since I first recognized how much I enjoy pee, the beach has been one of my favorite places to play around. It's easy to hide because everyone's already wet, but it's public enough to give a thrill that's virtually unparalleled. A little over a year ago, I went to the beach for a couple of days with a bunch of my besties. We spent the entirety of the last day out on the water and, unbeknownst to the other girls, I spent it inconspicuously peeing any time I got the urge. Before departing from our hotel room, I discretely chugged obscene amounts of water, fully intending to have a little more fun than a simple day out at the beach. Easily under an hour after hitting the sand, I was already getting the urge to go. It was fairly early in the morning, so the weather was relatively mild (as mild as it gets in mid June, anyway). Few people had gotten into the water by then and I was the first of my friends. When you've gotta go, well, you've gotta go, and I was not about to let myself get to the point of holding myself or dancing desperately in front of my friends. I cautiously stepped into the water, allowing it to steal away my breath as its chill nipped at my feet. As it reached up to my thighs and waist, it felt like icy jaws clenched around me. Waist-deep was enough. I was nearly shivering, so I wanted to avoid getting my torso wet this early on. I tried to relax and let it go, but this proved challenging as goosebumps appeared on my appendages and my friends yelled taunts of my cowardice for not plunging in deeper. Finally, after a few moments, the first spurts of warmth seeped out of my nether region like gentle hands tenderly prying away the teeth of the cold. The contents of my bikini bottoms warmed rapidly, a flood of relief coming for both my bladder and my cold skin. It was much like that sensation when you're frigid, but step into a warm shower, even in the sense that it made me feel like I needed to pee...but I already was! I kept going, trying to mix the warm pee around my cold legs, disguising my attempts as difficulty wading against the waves. It was strange, feeling such urinary relief while being stared at by all of my friends (and talking to them), but I loved the thrill of it. Finally, the last few spurts drew the action to a close, and the warmth casually drifted away with the waves. I emerged from the water, playing it cool by saying that I was going to wait a bit longer for the day to warm up. This general sequence repeated for the first couple of hours. Initially, I couldn't work up the courage to do it anywhere other than the water, terrified someone would take note of the abnormally large amount of "water" dripping from my bikini bottoms. While I loved the sensation, the rush of warmth to contrast the cool shroud of ocean, it grew rather bland after a few hours. As the day heated, and we all fully submerged into the water, I brought my boogie board out and would let out a burst of pee every time I rode the wave in. Maybe it was a bit immature, but I thought it was funny because it almost seemed like a rocket blast, propelling me back to land. Finally though, I was ready for more. Throughout the day, I constantly refilled my water bottle. My kidneys had a real cleaning. This kept the urges to urinate frequent and voluminous. I internally laughed any time one of my friends expressed a need to pee and ran off to find a bathroom, likely back at the hotel. I noted some of the others went prolonged periods without verbalizing a need to relieve themselves, however, so I figured I couldn't be the only one enjoying the convenience of wetting, but tragically, I suspect I was the only one enjoying it this thoroughly. From peeing in the water, I evolved to peeing on the beach right after getting out. I figured enough water was dripping off of me and my urine was clear enough that nobody would catch on, and I was right. I could stand in plain sight of my friends, total strangers, men and women, peeing all over myself like a little girl and nobody had a clue. This, of course, urged me on further. By lunch time, my friends wanted to relax and tan (or catch cancer, as I affectionately refer to it). They all stretched out their towels and lounged under the great ball of fusion and fission that illuminates our sky. I, however, was not going to pass up on a perfectly good opportunity to moisten the sand, so I laid directly on the beach, keeping my towel neatly folded by my water bottle. "Kaylee," my friends inquired, "Why aren't you lying on your towel? Doesn't the sand irritate your back?" I made up some excuse about how I didn't want to get my towel wet and covered in sand before I needed to dry off (technically true, but not at all in the way they thought). As we reclined there on the beach, talking, our swimsuits dried, with the exception of the crotch and butt of mine. As my bladder filled, I would nonchalantly empty it, enjoying the warm dampness almost as much as the naughtiness. I was already pushing the wetting far more than I ever had and I was feeling embarrassingly turned on. The pinnacle, however, came as afternoon fell. I carried on my business much like the rest of the day, but eventually, I caught the attention of a fellow beach-goer. As I emerged from a small hole I had just dug and peed into, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I must've jumped with surprise, because the moderately-toned guy I turned to see briefly almost looked apologetic. "Hey," he said, "I can't help but notice..." at this point, my heart skipped a beat or five. No way. I had been busted. A burst of adrenaline shot through my abdomen and I felt my face heat up as I, no doubt, turned blood red. Caught up in the race of my own thoughts, I have no idea what he followed that statement up with. I just stared at him blankly until I saw him smile. That's a good sign, no doubt? I nervously smiled and let out an attempt at a laugh. "What's your name?" He asked. "Uhm...Kaylee." I said, finally reorienting myself. He hadn't caught me--he was hitting on me! "Well, Kaylee," he said, "My friends and I are trying to get another player for volleyball. Wanna join in?" I like volleyball and he seemed decent enough. "Sure," I said, "But is it alright if my friends come?" He agreed, so I grabbed the other girls and we began playing. A few games in, however, and the urge to pee was back--and my swimsuit had dried. I hadn't considered my copious water consumption when I agreed to this. I dismissed it, figuring I could pee myself in a few, but, as I had previously intended, the urge came swiftly and in full force. Before long, I was dancing in place, trying to contain the urge. Thankfully, under this context, it looked like I was just really getting into the game--not about to wet myself in front of my friends and new acquaintances. Every time I leapt to hit the ball, my abdomen throbbed, until I could no longer focus. Finally, that game ended, a loss, likely due to my mind drowning in urine overflow from my bladder. "I'm feeling pretty tired," I lied. Fatigue was the last word that could describe my state. I was busting at the seams and wanted nothing more than to throw myself onto the ground and spew out a torrent of pee. "I'm going to take a break for a bit." I began speed walking away, in no particular direction, trying to keep it low-key and desperately attempting to maintain my dignity. I couldn't say I had to use the restroom. As far as I knew, the closest one was back at the hotel and there's no way I'd make it, not to mention the embarrassing prospect of making a mad dash to a toilet in front of my new friends. I mindlessly trudged back to the hole I'd "watered" before, though in hindsight, it would've been far smarter to go to the water. I gingerly lowered myself into it, avoiding excessively abrupt movement, afraid that I'd pop like a water balloon. Right as I was about to give into the demands of my bladder, I jumped at the sound of a voice behind me, "It's a beautiful night." The guy had followed me. Great. "Almost as beautiful as you." "I couldn't care less, dude. I really have to pee!" I thought to myself, but I managed a half smile and an, "Aw, well, thanks." He sat down next to me. Crap. What now? He kept talking. I somehow managed to make coherent responses with my brain on autopilot as I frantically contemplated what to do. "Screw it," I thought, "I have no choice." It didn't matter. I was going to pee within the next few minutes, whether I intended to or not. I might as well make it on my own terms. If he had to watch a 22 year old woman pee herself like there's no tomorrow, so be it. At that moment, as if the angels had descended from the heavens and divinely orchestrated this escape, somebody from the volleyball game knocked the ball behind us and shouted for one of us to grab it. He leapt to his feet and ran to it. "Now!" I thought, finally releasing my clenched muscles. Immediately, my swimsuit bottoms filled as pee hissed its passage out of my urethra. There was no stopping this train, and I could only pray that it could be quieted. Warm urine noisily overflowed around the edges of my suit, some of it soaking into the sand, some pooling on the surface, and much of it finding its way to my legs as I sat crisscrossed. I glanced back as sweet relief washed over me. He was throwing the ball back now. I had to think of something--fast--before he was able to sit back down. As he turned, ready to come join me again, I quickly shot out, "Would you be willing to turn the other way for a second?" He gave a puzzled look. From where he was, my back occluded his view on my lady region fervently pumping out fluid, and I guess he was just out of range to hear it. Blushing was easy--I was already doing it. "You see, I got some sand into a personal area and it's irritating me," I claimed, still peeing at full-stream. He nodded understandingly and turned away. This bought me a brief moment. "Okay. Got it!" I exclaimed after allotting a few precious seconds of privacy. By now, I wasn't empty, but I could at least control it. As he turned and came back, I managed to ease up and continue quietly, most of the pee reaching my butt before soaking through my bottoms and into the sand below. I couldn't believe it. Here I sat, talking to some guy I'd just met, totally messing myself in my own pee right next to him, and he had no idea! The excitement was incredible! This wondrous moment finally came to a spurting end, but I felt like I was burning at a thousand degrees, and my downstairs tingled beneath the swimsuit, gleaming with my pee. I dared not move, lest I arouse myself even further. We sat and talked until things calmed down for me. I hardly even recall what we talked about. Finally, after quite some time, my friends came over and said they were heading back. I arose, feeling on top of the world. A faint wet patch still lingered where I sat in the sand, and my bottoms still damply clung to my vagina. I don't think the guy even noticed. Honestly, I think he was too fixated on what lies "upstairs" to note the fun he was missing below. This realization made me feel a little better when I turned down his request for my number. Regardless, my friends and I made our way back to the hotel and cleaned up. They all teased me about my "new boyfriend," totally oblivious to the fact that the spring in my step actually came from a day of wetting myself right under their noses.
  4. 20 points

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    This is the video released by omoani September 2017. It's about a girl being held hostage and needing to pee. Please support the artist by buying the videos if you can. This the version from Melonbooks (no mosaic).

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  5. 19 points
    Hey this is my first time posting a personal wetting experience, hope you enjoy it, now on to the story. Hi my name is..... well you can call me Lia, and I am a 5'2 chubby brunette in my 20s. Yesterday I randomly decided that it would be a good day for a wetting, which doesn't happen very often when you live with your family. When I finally rolled out of bed around noon then, in lieu of my morning pee I drank 500 ml of orange juice. Then I got ready to enjoy the rest of my day off. Around 2 I felt a slight urge to pee, as I was just getting to the good part in the fan fiction I was reading and didn't want to stop, I ignored it and kept reading. A short while later I got hungry and made myself a snack of graham crackers and peanut butter as well as 500 ml of water. This went on for the next couple of hours, feel the urge, ignore it, and keep reading, drink another 500 ml of water . As it came closer to dinner time my mother requested my help with preparing dinner, salmon, corn on the cob, and watermelon. My mother tasked me with cutting up the watermelon, as I worked I felt a strong urge to pee and found myself squirming in my seat. Finally around 7 dinner was ready, as I joined the rest of my family I again felt a strong urge to pee. While my family sat eating dinner I struggled to keep still and was constantly crossing then uncrossing my legs, and squeezing my thighs together, the 500 ml of pop certainly didn't help. Just as I was about to make my escape from the table my mother decided that now would be the perfect time to take the dogs for a walk before it got too dark. During the walk I struggled to keep my predicament from my parents, this was made even more difficult in that my dog if she sees a motorcycle or loud truck go by will yank on the leash in attempt to chase after it, and of course it happened more than once. However I was able to stay behind my parents for almost all of the walk, thus they didn't see the many times I would stop crouch over and squeeze my legs together every time I felt an urge. Finally after four blocks we were home. By now it is nearing 9, I get some clean pajamas and put them in the bathroom, my bladder felt like a rock. I told my mother I was going to take a shower, but she asked me to rinse the dinner dishes and put them in the dishwasher first. Every time my hands touched the water a jolt of electricity shot to my bladder and I had to squeeze my crotch with my other hand to keep from leaking, lucky for me my parents were in the living room engrossed in a TV show and couldn't see my frantic movements as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other hand firmly pressing between my legs. At long last after almost 30 minutes of agony the dishes were done. I immediately grabbed my camera and darted into the bathroom and shut the door. Now I was wearing a t-shirt, jean shorts and pink panties. Once the door was shut I started the shower so my parents wouldn't hear what I was about to do. Then standing in the tub camera in hand I let go. Immediately a hot jet of pee shot right through my shorts, and it kept coming, gushing in warm rivers down my legs. I could hear it splattering against the bottom of the tub, and as the last drops made ripples in the puddle at my feet, a sigh of sweet relief. And now for what you have waited for the photos!
  6. 19 points
    I'm new here and still learning where everything goes (plus pretty shy to share on a new site lol) so just wanna say this post is great!! These aren't the best pics so sorry >\\\< but had some bed wetting fun! f
  7. 17 points
    I am a fairly new member on here. And backed by popular demand, I will post one of my snowpants wetting stories I had last winter. Time for a little background to the story. I am a girl in my mid 20's. I live alone in a little farm style house on a lonely road in Canada. Ive always had a thing for wetting myself especially in snowpants. I consider myself to have a fairly large bladder. Another thing to note is my favorite pants to wear are leggings. Just the perfect pants for me. So comfy and warm. Anyways lets get to the story. It was a snowy day in January. Just some flurries falling. (I love winter by the way) I decided to go on one of my walks just to get some fresh air. But then i thought to myself, "Why not also wet myself on my walk?". So that's what I did. I changed out of my pajamas and put on a turtle neck shirt, panties, a pair of black thick Under Armour leggings and socks. I then drank a few glasses of water to fill up my bladder. Then I put on my waterproof bib style snowpants, winter boots, winter jacket, a hat and gloves. It was -10 degrees Celsius outside but that is nothing where I live. I walked outside and closed the door behind me. I walked down my road for about one or two kilometers before I got really desperate to pee. But I decided I want to hold it a little longer. With both my hands holding my crotch, I waddled over to the snowbank and carved a little seat into it so I could sit down. I sat there holding my crotch and crossing my legs for a few minutes while my bladder was bursting. After a little while I couldn't hold it anymore.I stood up and let my poor bladder go. The pee flooded into my leggings. The warm and wet feeling was fantastic. After a few seconds on non-stop peeing, I could feel that my boots were full of pee and I could see a stream of pee running down my boots cause they were full. But the outside of my snowpants remained absolutely dry. After almost a minute I was relieved. I was completely soaked inside but I felt great. So I began my long walk back home. When I was in eyesight of my house I started to get desperate again. Not wanting to hold it again, I wet myself while walking. It wasn't as long as the previous pee but still fairly long. That wonderful warm wet feeling also came back. When I came back home and was in my entry way, I began the process of undressing myself. When I took off my boots, I emptied the pee from them by dumping them out in the little drain I had in my mud-room. When I took off my snowpants, I realized my leggings was completely soaked. And I dont just mean between my legs, every square inch of them were soaked. My crotch, butt, knees and ankles were soaked with pee. Even a little bit of the bottom of my shirt. I guess the two wettings and snowpants helped to make that happen. So I took off my shirt and leggings, put them in the wash, then walked upstairs to take a shower. Hope you liked my story! I might also share a wetting story without snowpants sometime.
  8. 15 points
    Today was the end of my first week at my new job, and a couple of my volunteers and co-workers took me out for drinks after work this evening. I was wearing a long ankle length dress and pair of my favorite little mermaid panties (black fishy panties). Well after a couple of drinks (really good local craft beer, Vancouver has tonnes of this), I called the hubby and he came and joined us after his work and some complicated transit. The celebrating ended somewhat early, so that it was still light when we headed for the Skytrain home. Now as some of you know, I’ve a bit of a reputation for being a slightly leaky and messy drunk. I wasn’t drunk at this point but I was feeling incredibly naughty so rather than head right home with my hubby, I took us on a detour when we got off the Skytrain and led us to a park near our place. We hung out sitting on the grass for a while talking and laughing and then making out a little bit like horny teenagers. It was tones of fun. I love doing this sort of thing, as I really didn’t do it very much as a teen, but I need to be in the right mood. Well I definitely was in the right mood and getting more excited by the minute. I was sitting with my dress underneath me, and at one point I shifted my legs so that it pooled around me, exposing my panty-covered bum to the cool grass. While kissing my hubby I guided his hand up my dress to touch me over my panties. It felt very naughty being felt up in a public place, and my heart was pounding. My bladder was also filling. The ride home from the pub was not a short one, and I’m not known for my iron bladder. It was becoming noticeably full, something that was not by the position I was sitting in. Feeling the urge, combined with being incredible turned on as a result of the serious heavy petting I was experiencing and the beers, I decided I wanted to be extra naughty. Switching into little’s mode mid-kiss I broke off to whisper in my hubbies ear “Daddy, I have to pee.” He stopped for a moment, his hand still rubbing the outside of my panties. “Right now? Can you hold it?” He inquired, playing along gamefully. I shook my head in an exaggerated shake. “You want me to…” But before he had a chance to reply, I grabbed his arm, pushing his hand firmly against the crotch of my panties, and shook my head. His eyes grew wide. He’s not into wetting and kinky stuff all that much, but he knows how much it turns me on, he didn’t mind playing along, knowing it would drive me wild. It didn’t take more than an instant before I released, as I really did have to go, and I flooded my already slightly damp panties. The feeling of warmth that spread quickly across the gusset of my panties, augmented by the pressure from his hand (which had stopped rubbing) was amazing. I could feel the grass around my inner thighs and bum getting wet and was suffused in a full body feeling of ‘naughtiness’ looking out around the public and well-occupied park as I soaked my panties. I think if I had been doing this exact thing as a teenage I would have climaxed right there on the spot, but I’m no longer a horny teenager, I could certainly wait until I got home, but just barely. After I had stopped, I reveled n the feeling of warm pee slowly cooling in my panties, and continued to look around the park at the various people, going about their day, oblivious to the enormity of the panty wetting going on under my dress. After a little while, my hubby removed his soaked hand and wiped it on the grass. I grinned at him in a horny-stupid grin I’ve seen mostly guys make, and blurted out something like “Take me home Daddy, I had an accident.” Now out of character he said “I’ll say you had.” And he helped me up. As I stood, I was careful so that my dress didn’t get into too much contact with my soaked panties. I could also feel the now cool pee running down the insides of my legs, like tantalizing chilly tongues, licking my inner thighs, sending tingling shivers all over my body. I wobble a little at first but then we were on our way. Our place is about 5 blocks from the park, and about a block along I asked my hubby if he could see a wet spot, while feeling my bum. He informed me that he could not, and I was satisfied that the thickness of the dress and downward dripping motion of the pee, meant that no one could see I had peed my panties. I loved the rubbing feeling of the wet edges of my panty gussets on my inner thigh, and I could feel my pulse throbbing in my sex. My heart was pounding, and my entire body was screaming for sex. The elevator ride up to our flat was almost tortuous, if I hadn’t been holding my hubbies hand. He tried at some more role play, and blurted out something about little girls who wet their panties needing to be punished, but I stopped him, moving out of the age-play dynamic which sometimes he has difficulty getting into, I whispered in his ear in a distinctly un-little voice. “I need you to fuck me, and hard.” I could tell that this took all the pressure off him. I rubbed up against him like a scent marking cat and groped the front of his trousers. He was pretty hard when we exited the elevator and headed for our flat. I’m glad we didn’t run into any of our neighbours at this time. Once inside, we both shed our clothes with gusto. My shoes were off and in a single fluid motion I had my dress up over my head so that I was standing in the front hallway in nothing by a bra and wet panties. Still mostly dressed my hubby guided me into our room, and undid my bra. When we went to remove my wet panties I stopped him and told him I wanted them on, and that I wanted it rough. He was naked before I knew it, and I was on my hands and knees on the bed, exposing my wet-panty covered bum to him. He reached for the wet gusset, and pulling it aside, entered me, roughly. I don’t usually share these last details in my story, but I couldn’t resist sharing this part today. The feeling of being fucked (this was no love-making), while still wearing the panties that I had wet in public a short while ago drove me wild. Every thrust shifted the fabric of my wet panties against me let, and reminded me of my ‘accident.’ It did not take either of us to climax and it was certainly a most satisfying one. As I came, I could feel myself leaking considerably, and I added even more fluid into the soaking panties. I was all manic and energized from the park activity and couldn’t lay still for the post-sex cuddle. I also had to pee again, that very pressing after-sex pee that has to happen now. Well I grabbed my husband’s phone and stood up, I was dripping cum into my panties as I did so. I found a well lit place in our room, and shot some video of me soaking my panties even more. I couldn’t stop dripping cum, and pee, and all manner of other sexy fluids into my panties. I stood there and enjoyed the rushing feeling, the unstoppable dripping feeling. Filling my panties. I took two videos (well more than that), but I had to do some amateur editing to cut out my girl parts, which were clearly visible at different times. I think I must have leaked into my panties for a good 4 minutes. And afterwards I had to put on a Goodnite, as I was dripping all evening! Soaking Panties 1.mp4 Soaking Panties 2.mp4 Well, I wanted to share this story with you all, I hope you enjoyed it. It was certainly tonnes of fun for me! You can’t quite make out just how wet my panties were because of their colour, but they were certainly soaked. The shot of the gusset provides an example of just how wet they got. In case anyone is interested, the panties in question, dried after being soaked thoroughly twice, are for sale, in case anyone wants them! Let me know and get in touch or visit my site: http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Rach p.s. Now that my panties have dried, I can tell you that they smell divine, the perfect after-sex and panty-wetting accident smell!
  9. 15 points
    Hi, I'm new on this site so I thought it would be a good start for me to share the story my first accidental wetting <3 This actually happened not too far back, a couple of months or so when I was out with one of my good friends. We were in this wine bar taking, drinking and enjoying ourselves. As the time passed midnight we had both had five glasses of white wine and I was starting to feel a bit tipsy when we agreed to call it an evening and go home. Before leaving I didn’t have to pee, which struck me as a little weird considered the five glasses of wine and the water I had on the side. Be hugged and said goodbye outside the wine bar before setting of in different directions. I had 40 minute walk home but the weather was calm so I didn’t mind it. It had already turned dark and I walked along a long shopping street, full of people all out having a good time. I hadn’t walked for long before the urge to pee finally caught up with me. Having only walked a couple of minutes I could have turned back and peed at the bar but the urge was not that bad so I decided to hold it. The urge however started to grow quite rapidly and it wasn’t long before I had to pee quite a lot, so much in fact that I was starting to look for a quiet spot to relieve myself but the street was full of young and/or drunk people so finding a spot wasn’t as easy. I was wearing a pair of tight jeans which put extra pressure on my poor bladder and at the same time would make it a bit harder to pee discreetly, than if I had been wearing a skirt or a dress. The urge continued to grow as a walked through the city and having to pee really bad I was soon holding my crotch, feeling quite nervous that I would make it home dry… Five minutes later, my bladder had started to hurt and it seem impossible to hold it until I got home. Still looking of a peaceful spot to relieve myself, I became quite frustrated as every stop seemed to be either very well lid or very close to people. Walking passed a loud dance club, I knew that I had made it more than half way home. Desperately wanting to go inside and use their toilet I looked at the que of about 30-40 people standing outside waiting to get in I realized that it would most likely be faster to walk the rest of the way home. Although very tempted to walked up and ask the bouncer to let me in and use the toilet, I decided to walk along as it seem most likely that he would say no. I decided to unbutton my jeans to remove some of the pressure from by bladder but it made almost no difference. Fighting to keep my pants dry I had a hard time walking normally in my fancy heels. Still with a firm grip on my crotch I as a couple of drunk guys walk into a lid ally about 50 meters from me. As I walked by, I couldn’t help but notice them unzipping their pants and started to pee against the wall. The sound of their pee hitting the ground made the urge so much worse and squirt of warm pee escaped my bladder and made it into my tight panties. Managed to regain control I knew that I had to do something fast, unless I wanted to soak my tight panties and jeans. The moist feeling between my legs only made me have to pee even more but as I turned a corner, I saw a huge lorry parked to the side of the street not far from me. The lorry was parked on the side of the road that didn’t have any streetlights and I knew that unless I wanted to pee my pants, the lorry would be my only option. Walking as fast as I could another squirt escaped my bladder only a few meters away from the lorry and as I walked into the shadow, I could clearly feel a small stream of pee leaking into my panties even though I tried to really hard to hold it. Unable to stop leaking, I quickly pulled my already unbuttoned jeans half way down my thighs and as I squatted down I finally lost control. Unfortunately, with my panties still around my hips, I could clearly feel and hear the warm pee oozing out of my pussy and through my panties onto the sidewalk. By the time that I was finally done peeing the crotch and back of my tight purple panties was completely soaked in warm urine. As a stood up and pulled up my tight jeans, the wet fabric of my panties was presses against my pussy a made a weird, unfamiliar and slightly uncomfortable feeling as I walked the rest of the way home.
  10. 15 points
    So this just happened, like 20 minutes ago. I figured while I'm still horny from this mess, I'd write about it before I go pet the kitty about it. So I was just playing some video games in my room. I was playing with my friend, and we were talking via Skype. Well, I usually grab a bunch of snacks and soda with me, it's become a weekly ritual for me to do. I camp out in my room every week, pig out on chips and a 1 liter bottle of Sprite, and play GTA for a few hours. Well, I usually purposely wet myself 3 times a week in private, since my parents aren't always home, so it gives me time to wash my clothes without them knowing about my dirty kinks. The nights that I devote to playing video games, is not one of my wet nights. Why? My parents are home. I was wearing a pink tank top and jean shorts tonight, for those really curious, I was wearing a light blue thong underneath. I had absolutely no intentions of peeing in my pants tonight. Spoiler alert- it happened. I was busy playing GTA for about two hours, and absent-mindedly sipping on the liter of Sprite really added up. Usually I take periodic bathroom breaks throughout my game-a-thons, but my girl friend and I were getting so intense into GTA, we didn't really stop to take any breaks. For those of you who play GTA, we were doing a bunch of stunt races to build up more money, and you know how addicting those are. Anyways, I could feel the urge to pee creeping up the more and more I played for the first two hours. After the two hour period, though, that's when things really started to get edgy for my bladder. I had to cross my legs while playing, and my friend Emily, who was on Skype with me, noticed. "You okay there Molly?" "Err, well I need to pee, like, really bad, but I don't wanna pause the game." "Just go pee! I won't move my car while you're gone," Emily told me. Like hell. This isn't the first time this has happened before, because she cheats. Anytime I get up to do something and she says she won't move her car, she always does, which makes her win the race. "No way," I told her. "I know what you'll do." "Fine, but I'll still beat you either way." We had the race set to 5 laps, and we were only on lap 2. Towards the end of lap 3, I was groaning in pain. "Molly! Just go take a piss!" Emily told me. "No! We don't have that much left in the race anyways." I was flooding, though. I had to rest an elbow onto my crotch to feel some comfort and ease the pressure a little. "Well, it's gonna be a double-whammy then," Emily said. "What do you mean?" "Not only will I beat you in this race, but you're also gonna pee yourself when I do!" She laughed hysterically. If only she knew about my fetish. I don't care about peeing myself, I enjoy it really, but I do care when other people see me pee. They judge you and laugh at you, and if you tell them that you enjoy it, well, that makes things worse. So it's best that no one even sees me pee, at all. "Shut up," I groaned. Lap 5 began, and just as it did, I passed Emily in the race. As I raised both of my hands up in the air to let out a shout of triumph, my controller slipped out of my hand, so I had to catch it. Without even thinking, I uncrossed my legs so I could lean as I snatched the controller before it would hit the floor. I really wish I didn't get cocky. Since I wasn't putting pressure against my crotch, and I uncrossed my legs, I started to leak. It wasn't crazy or anything, just enough to make a very tiny patch against my jean-shorts. I let out a gasp and quickly crossed my legs, and tried to play it off cool, but Emily must have known something was up. She laughed. "What, did you piss yourself already?" My face got hot for a second. "What? No!" "Well, I'm about to beat you, so maybe you should focus on the game." Sure enough, she beat me fair and square. As she started telling me how much of a loser I was for losing against her, I stood up quickly. I wasn't even listening to her- I had one mission, and that was to get to my bathroom. I ran full barrels ahead, but I had to crouch down a little bit and hold onto my crotch so more wouldn't leak out. I got out of my room, into my hallway, when I saw my mom walk inside. I pounded on the door and begged my mom to let me in; it was an emergency. "Molly, I'm really tired and I wanna go to bed! I'll be out in a minute, just wait in your room or something," she called out. I groaned and went back into my room. I totally forgot I was still on a call with Emily. I looked around my room for something to pee inside. I decided to grab my trash can. It was a race against time at this point. I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down, and right when I was about to squat into the can, I heard Emily over Skype. "Molly, what the hell are you doing?" She was in tears laughing. Embarrassed, I pulled up my shorts and yelled something that I can't even remember at Emily. I can't remember what I said, because in the middle of yelling at her, I was interrupted by the feeling of my blue panties being filled up with hot liquid, going through to the outside of my jean shorts, and dripping down my legs, onto my carpet. I gasped, and stared down in shock. The only thing I could think of doing was ending the call with Emily. I didn't want her to see me like this. I clicked END CALL, and tried to regain control of my bladder. Just before I could regain it, my mother's voice shocked me. "Molly! What the hell?" I spun around, shocked, embarrassed, and getting more and more wet by the second. Quickly, I fumbled to grab ahold of my crotch, but it just sprayed in a bunch of directions. I didn't know what to do. My mother stared at me, wide-eyed. When she finally began speaking, I was already done doing my business in front of her. "You...pissed yourself again...." She growled, slowly and quietly. "You are 20 years old.....you did this once before and you wet your bed....what do you have to say for yourself?" I didn't know what to say. I stuttered before choking out "I really had to pee....I didn't mean to..." "I've seen a few pairs of pants covered in piss turn up in the laundry, young lady. And they're yours. And guess who has to wash them? Me!" Shit. I must have slipped a few times and forgot to throw my jeans in the washing machine. "I don't know what's going on, but you better get this whole childish shit taken care of. You do childish shit, you get treated like a child. You are 20 years old. As long as you're living in my house, there won't be anymore wetting yourself going on. Got it?" I mumbled a yes, and she told me to clean up, and that she didn't want to see me for the rest of the night. Before anyone asks, I don't know what she means by I will get "treated like a child" if I get caught again. When I was a little girl, she used to spank me. I don't know if she's gonna do that, but if she lays a hand on me, I'll pay whatever extra money I have to, and live on campus at my college, and move out of my parents' house. I kind of doubt it, but I guess that's incentive for me to be careful for when I purposely pee my pants. See, some people are very understanding if you have an accident, and empathize for you. Other people, like my bitch of a mom, will stop at nothing to make you feel like shit about it. My punishment is to do the entire laundry tomorrow, and then after it's done, wash my jean shorts. So before I logged onto this site, I had to shower, clean up the mess I made on my carpet, and text Emily. Right now my panties and my shorts are in a pile near my door. God damn. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - UPDATE: I was planning on hitting submit tomorrow morning, but I figured someone would want to hear about this. I got so horny after finishing typing this, I ended up deciding to jill this one off. I grabbed my shorts and panties, and the smell of all that piss really turned me on. I used my vibrator that I have hidden, and this was such an intense orgasm. It felt like everything just built up, and when I squirted, it started to go all over my bed, so I had to use my wet thong as a cover. I guess the humiliating experiences are the most intense to masturbate to.
  11. 14 points
    Hello alltogether! My Name is Jack, I'm 30 years old and I am from Austria, so please forgive me my bad english because it's not my mother tongue. :) I like Desperation and wetting since I was in my teen years and the last 10 years I found out, that it's quiete fun and really really turning me on. I haven't told anyone of my fetish, so I have to be careful, when I carry it out. I'm looking forward to share interesting stories and experiences. :) So, here is my Story: Last week I travelled home by train from a train station about 50 km away from my home station. I was in a hurry and had to catch my train, because there was an appointment which I couldn't afford to miss. When I entered the train I already felt a strong pressure and wanted to relief myself immediately on the train toilet. But there was a sheet on the door, which said that the toilet is not usable. I really started to panic because I originally didn't want to wet myself and there was only one single toilet in that train. I took a seat and tried to withstand the urge. I asked a conducter, if she could unlock the door, because I was about to burst. She said, that it's not possible because those sheets were only fixed by the cleaning staff and she could not just open the door. I understood her argument. The woman who was sitting on the opposite of me told me that the toilets in thiat kind of trains were often closed. After about 40 minutes of travelling my bladder was about to burst and I started to walk around in the wagon to better hold it in. There I met the friendly conductor again and she said, that the journey would only take 20 minutes longer and that I should hold out. She was really friendly and cute. :) I desperately took a seat once more and meanwhile I had to use my hands to hold it in. The woman on my opposite started to glance at my crotch and my painfilled face. She seemed to watch my hands between my legs. I admit, that her staring really started to excite me and somewhere between that Moment and the next 5 Kilometers i decided to wet myself. I would just change quickly at home and then head to my appointment. I breathed deeply and whispered : "Oh my good..." She looked at me and said: "Are you alright? You really have to go, do you?" I answered yes and that I couldn't hold it any longer. To my surprise she answered, that if I couldn't hold it I should just let it run and don't torment myself. She promised not to tell anyone. I thanked her and said, that I would try to keep on holding. To my pity she left the train at the next station. She whished me good luck and took a last glance at my crotch. I really couldn't hold it any longer and since there were no other people around me, I decided to let the natural free run and relaxed. A warm flood ran into my black spandex Sport pants and into the seat. It was that much, that it ran down onto the floor. It was really reliefing and turning on. I had to watch out when I left the Train, because my massive boner wasn't easy to hide. :) So, that was my first shared experience of wetting myself in public. I hope you enjoyed it. :) Here are some Pictures of my interesting journey:
  12. 14 points
    Hi everyone! My name is Kaylee. This is my first story here! I did a brief post in the introduction section, but wanted to hit the ground running and put out a story (before I get cold feet and decided to never post hahaha) To start off, I love being active. I run all the time and, given that good hydration is essential for running, it makes running a fantastic outlet for this...interest. About a week ago, I took advantage of this opportunity during a late afternoon run. I had been nursing some water bottles throughout the entire day to ensure my fluids were up and about 15 minutes before my run, downed an entire bottle. I like to do a mixture of road and trail running, with the occasional track run if I want to work on speed. I was feeling a little shy today (and was totally planning to wet even before I set out) so I opted for the trail run, expecting to run into fewer people. Near my apartment is a beautiful network of trails through the woods, so I went there. The run started off pretty normally. I could still feel water sloshing around in my stomach, but I took it gently and all was well. It was about 20 minutes into my run that my bladder started becoming uncomfortable. At this point, I grinned to myself, getting excited about what I was planning to do. A while back, I set aside a couple of running skirts and some ratty shoes specifically for days like this, in order to avoid making TOO much of a mess. While I enjoy wetting, I'm still a bit too timid and prefer to keep it discrete, hence the skirt, and not trash my nice clothes/shoes, hence the ratty shoes. Up and around the trails I dashed for another 5 or so minutes. By now, I was really getting the urge, but I forced myself to carry on. Time seemed to slow down as the pressure grew. I kept looking at my watch after what felt like hours, but was only 30 seconds...1 minute...1:15...Finally, I hit 30 minutes into my run and I was absolutely bursting. At this point, I was hardly running. Each pound of my foot on the dirt trail sent shivers through my bladder, threatening to explode all over my insides and gush down my legs. I was hunched over, attempting to plunge my hand into my crotch, as if that would help seal it shut. In hindsight, it must've been a pretty comical sight. My mind raced: Should I find a tree to hide behind, pop a squat, and let loose? No, too boring, I've done that loads of times. Should I squat and leave a giant puddle in the middle of the trail? Too risky, though the trails aren't heavily traveled, hikers and cyclists come through occasionally. If I didn't make up my mind quickly, my bladder would decide for me. Finally, a fun idea popped into my head. I could keep running WHILE I peed. Let the wonderful warmth flow down my legs, into my shoes, and onto the ground, leaving a thin trail of urine staining the trail behind me. It was exciting and, thanks to my skirt, discrete enough that anyone passing by would never know! With this idea, just in the nick of time, I stood up straight, looked around to make sure nobody was nearby--the coast was clear--and unleashed the flood gates. I was a little surprised. Despite how desperately I had to pee, and how, with each step I took, my bladder quivered with angst, there was a bit of a delay. I'd never peed before while running, so a mental block was in the way. Thankfully, the desperation won out, and a flood of warmth doused my panties, filling them almost immediately, and permitting a clear trickle down my leg. What started as a trickle quickly became a stream. My wet panties stuck to my lady bits as they dispelled pee. Forgetting where I was and what I was doing, I let out a sigh (almost a yell if I'm being totally honest) of relief. The pee that pooled in the crotch of my panties as I urinated began falling straight to the ground whenever it wasn't interrupted by the constant back and forth of my legs. The warmth spread from my crotch and butt, down both of my thighs, soaking my calves, occasionally sprinkling off into the air as my feet kicked. The flood quickly permeated my socks and my shoes and, before long, they let out a satisfying squish with every step. I shivered and let out a laugh at the sensation. It was really strange, but liberating, to be letting my bladder loose in mid-stride. I looked down and marveled at just how much pee I had. It felt like the glistening stream down my leg would never end, but alas, as all good things must, the flow came to a trickling halt. I pushed a couple more times to free a few more spouts into my saturated panties and slowed my pace so I could look at the handiwork on the trail behind me. Sure enough, it was faint, but I could see splatters of pee following me in the dirt. I turned back around and continued my run. As the wind blew against me, the warm panties that stuck to me began to cool, yet another wonderful sensation. Things down there were unspeakably...excited. It was around this time that I brushed my hand against the back of my skirt and realized that I accidentally soaked the bottom of it, as well! Another 15 minutes into my run, and I was nearing the end, I was also feeling the urge to pee again. It was much less urgent than before, but certainly enough to let loose before returning home. I let it go, the heat of the pee rushing out and warming my lower region once again. It was fairly tame this time, most of it being slowed by my panties, with only a bit escaping to slide down my leg--and a good thing, too. At that moment, I rounded a corner and nearly jumped out of my skin as I almost collided with a cyclist--male. He, assuming that my scare was due to our near collision and not recognizing that it was actually attributed to a 23 year old woman afraid that she was caught peeing herself, darted out of the way and vocalized an apology as he disappeared around the corner, as quickly as he had come. As soon as my heart was fished out of my stomach, where it had fallen during the encounter, I let out a laugh as I thought to myself "That encounter scared the pee out of me!"--the trickle had finished when I jumped at seeing him. Finally, the cooling sensation tickling my "downstairs", I came to the end of the trail and followed the road until my apartment was in sight. Still thoroughly soaked as I got to the door, I tenderly stepped in, taking care to avoid any carpeted areas. I made a beeline for the bathroom, where I took a refreshing shower, where I, of course, peed more (hey, a girl's gotta enjoy the fantasy of peeing standing up), and gave my lady bits a celebratory massage.
  13. 14 points
    Relax. He's obviously looking for her porn name so he can find videos, not her social security number. Y'all are wayyyyy too eager to witch hunt around here.
  14. 14 points
    I got home from a long stressful day and just really needed some me time! I poured me a glass of tea and drank half the glass then filled it back up And went up stairs to put it in my room. Then I went to take a long hot shower and got in my comfy pajamas that I had just washed (thin Pokémon cotton pants and a oversized gray t-shirt. I was all clean, cozy, and to make it better I had this new comforter that was soft and puffy that I loveeed! I turned on my tv and plugged my ps2 (I know old lol) in and decided to play some kingdom hearts while I laid in bed! I propped my pillows up and got ready to lay in bed, I like to to wrap myself up in my comforter like a cocoon, so I laid on top and then folded the blanket all around me so I was covered all over but can still hold my controller and started playing. I played for 40-45 mins sipping my sweet tea and just all warm and cozy nuzzled in my blanket. n_n but soon was squirming around as I realized I had finished my tea and really had to go and there was no way I was gonna get up anytime soon when I was so cozy in bed finally relaxing...I kept playing but my bladder felt completely full and I couldn't stop squirming around and would Shove one hand between my legs during the cut scenes. one part during a cut scene I had my hand cupping myself and was rubbing my thighs together trying to ignore the pressure.. it was hard to! I was half paying attention to the cut scene when it ended and Im being surrounded by heartless!! (evil dudes in kingdom hearts if you don't know!) I quickly sat up more and pull my hand out to grab the controller and started fighting the heartless! As I mashed my controller I could tell my bladder was NOT happy about me sitting up fast as I felt the pressure get more intense. I squeezed my legs tight trying to quickly defeat the heartless so I could concentrate on controlling my bladder again but a leak came out that I could tell left a big damp spot in my undies >\\\<.i clamped my legs tight cutting off the leak and kept playing for a few secs... finally I had killed all the heartless!! My body was tense and my bladder was literally overflowing. Once i was done fighting I sighed, relieved, and relaxed my body.. pee filled up warmly and quickly in my undies and soon felt warmth spreading underneath me! I just sat there eyes wide staring at my game as mixed emotions of surprise, a little embarrassment, and a lot of relief to finally go pee went through me. I could feel the warmth spreading to my comforter and pooling around me thighs and quickly placed my controller to the side and tried to stop the stream with both hands shoved between my legs and my thighs pressured together. Pee spilled into my hands and slowly turned into a few leaks then finally stopped... I sat there in my bed blushing as i felt the pool of warm liquid soaking into the comforter. When I felt more in control I took my hands out and peeked under the covers discovering my clean pajamas were now soaking damp between my thighs and all over the back of the legs...I pulled my legs up to see a damp spot soaked in comforter right under me.. and since I had in an oversized shirt the bottom back of my shirt had a wet patch.. I quickly covered back up blushing but also my bladder felt better >\\\<. Someone was upstairs neat my room so instead of cleaning up I just sat in my accident and played games like nothing was wrong! n///n' after that person went down stairs though I quickly got up and changed to my old comforter and stuffed my wet clothes and comforter in an old suitcase and stuffed it in my closet! A little embarrassing but also felt really good when i finally went .. I really had to go!
  15. 14 points
    One of the best shorts wetting I've ever seen. You may download it. https://vtt.tumblr.com/tumblr_osnvjbKaGQ1ui2hr7.mp4#_=_
  16. 13 points
    Seems ages since I posted a story here or was in the live action thread. Been so busy lately as two months ago my father in law passed away so we have been busy sorting everything out after his funeral but now things are settling down I have time to do some writing again and have plenty of fun things from the past few months I can share. I will start today with something that happened a few weeks ago. It was a pretty nice day and everybody was out either at work or seeing family so I went out and did some shopping and then when I got home I went out and sat in the garden to enjoy the sunshine. I made myself some lunch and after I ate I sat relaxing for a while. As I was sat there I noticed that the shrubs and flower beds around the edge of the back garden could do with a tidy up and weeding and as I had nothing else planned I decided to tackle them. I went and changed into a pair of old shorts and an old white vest top and headed over to the barn to get the tools I needed. I brought them back to the garden and went and got my docking station and a bottle of water from the fridge and set about my task. I enjoy gardening and enjoyed being outside in fresh air so I steadily worked my way around the garden pruning and weeding and turning over the soil. As it was warm I kept drinking from my bottle of water and when it was finished I went and grabbed another one from the fridge. When I was about 2/3 of the way around the garden I noticed my bladder filling from the coffee I had had with lunch and now the big bottles of water I was working through. As time passed she continued to fill up and started sending desperate signals which I thoroughly enjoyed. Bending over and stretching to prune the plants and shrubs put added pressure on my bladder making my need feel so much worse. I aimed to finish the job before I would allow myself to pee and continued working along the flower bed. By the time I was almost at the end I was busting for a wee and dancing and squirming and crossing my legs. I kept telling myself I was almost there and could go and pee when I had finished. That was met with protests from my bladder and my need seemed to increase. When I pulled the last weed and thew it into the bag I was very close to wetting myself. I was only just keep my knickers dry and kept having to grab myself when a desperate urge hit me. I grabbed the bag of weeds and dragged it over to the compost heap. I knew that once I got there I could tip it out and then go and empty my bursting bladder. The thought of that relief made me start dribbling in my knickers and I had to stop and cross my legs. I kept repeating this every few steps and eventually reached the compost heap. I tipped out the bag and then quickly walked back over to where my tools were and put it down. As I bent down to pick up my tools I put pressure on my bladder and leak escaped and I felt my knickers get wet. That leak triggered something in my mind. I was here alone, outside in the garden, with a ready to burst bladder. I could be really naughty. Without thinking I spread my legs and let the flood commence. My knickers and shorts soaked through and the feeling of pee running down my legs felt amazing. The relief as the pressure lifted was heavenly and I couldn't help but give my pussy a little rub through my shorts as I peed. When my bladder had emptied I continued picking up my tools and took them back to the barn. I came back to the garden and got the hose out to water the flower beds and after walking around the garden giving it a good soaking (pun intended) I reeled the hose back in and before putting it away I stripped out of my pee soaked shorts and knickers and washed down my legs and sprayed my clothes down. I decided to leave my clothes outside to dry off a bit in the sun and being naked in the garden was such a thrill. I could have quite easily laid down on the grass and given myself a lovely orgasm right there and then but I wanted to save up my arousal. During the weeding process I had made a gap in the flower bed and wanted something to fill it with so I went and got dressed and headed out to the garden centre. I initially got in my car but figured it would be better to go in my land rover if I was picking up garden things. I drove over to one of our local garden centres that I know has a big greenhouse at the back and a great selection of plants/shrubs. I parked up and had a wander around the shop area first and picked up a couple of items before I headed outside to the greenhouses. I wasn't sure what I wanted so had a good look round getting a few ideas. As I was wandering around I noticed my bladder filling up again thanks to all the water. I thought about going to pee on my way out of the garden centre and resumed looking at the plants. After 10 more minutes of looking around I decided on a little shrub and a little tree that would grow nicely and fill the gap. I went and paid for the items on my trolley and went outside and put them into the back of my land rover. I took the trolley back and then got in the truck and headed for home. As I came out of the garden centre and drove down the road I hit some traffic. I knew there were some road works with one way traffic lights further up the road but there seemed to be a lot of traffic on top of that. When I looked at the time I realised it was further along than I had thought and was hitting the start of rush hour. I didn't mind and just cranked up the volume on my music and went along. After about ten minutes I had got through the temp traffic lights and was heading into a notorious area for rush hour traffic. The road I was on lead to the bypass which I needed and at rush hour the traffic lights and roundabouts caused a back log of traffic. As I hit the expected queue I was suddenly reminded of my need to pee. I had completely forgot about my need and hadn't used the bathroom in the shop. At first it wasn't too bad but it gradually got worse and I was soon feeling pretty desperate. As I crawled along my desperation increased and I found myself squirming and fidgeting in my seat urging the traffic to hurry up. By the time I had got through the queue and onto the bypass I was really desperate but not too worried. That was until I came off the bypass and after cruising along the road into our town centre hit another pocket of traffic. This one was normal and was because of the roundabout up ahead. It shouldn't take too long to clear but now the added delay was taking effect on my bladder. I was sat there slowly moving along busting for a pee and squirming loads to help relieve the pressure. I got to the roundabout and went straight across onto the short bypass that goes past our town centre. At the next roundabout I was faced with a choice. In front of me was a supermarket and I could go in there and use the bathroom. However to get in there would mean getting into a queue of traffic and may end up taking longer than it would to get home. I decided to stay on the course home and the decision to go to a bathroom further away made me even more desperate. I was getting very close to weeing myself and was desperately trying to hold on just a little longer. As I left the town centre and headed up the hill to our little village I was getting more desperate the closer I got to home. I started dribbling uncontrollably and had to push my hand against my pussy to stem the flow. Each time I had to let go to change gear more dribbles escaped and soon turned into leaks. I turned onto the dirt road that leads to our house and the uneven surface jolted and bounced my bladder making me leak even more. When I pulled into our driveway and parked the truck up I jumped out and immediately realised that if I tried to make it inside to the bathroom I would most likely burst. I grabbed the two plants from the back of the truck and quickly walked round the side of the house to the back garden. I put the plants down and bending over caused a spurt to shoot in my knickers. Then I felt it, that spurt had opened the flood gates and before I could react I started to pee. I quickly pulled my skirt up and squatted down and burst into my knickers. The relief of peeing and the feeling of it pooling in my knickers felt incredible and I just moaned happily. When I had finished peeing I slipped my wet knickers off and added them to my other wet clothes. I figured I might as well get the new shrubs planted before I went and showered so I grabbed my trowel and put them into the flower bed. Once they were in I grabbed my pile of wet clothes and took them inside to wash and went and showered. I should do gardening more often
  17. 13 points
    Hello everyone, this time I tried something different. In the past when I've done this I usually stayed at home or if I left the house I had control of when I could come back. Yesterday I had an early shift at work and got off at 4, instead of 10, so I decided to start my hold when I started work at 8. Since it was the weekend and I work retail it was very busy and I ended up drinking three 500 ml water bottles. Since I was so busy I didn't have time to think about my bathroom needs, until I took my lunch at 2, as I sat down to eat my lunch I felt it, that familiar weight in my bladder increased by the pressure of my waist band cutting in. I found myself wriggling in my seat trying to find a more comfortable position, then lunch was over. I returned to work but this time I struggled to distract myself from my need to pee, at last and none to soon my shift was over and I was on my way home. As I drove home my hand would drift from the steering wheel to give my crotch a quick squeeze, then as soon as I arrived home I went straight to my room to get out of my work clothes and into my pajamas, my outfit now consisted of a black tank top, pink pajama pants with palm trees on them and black boy shorts. Once I was changed, with my waistband no longer pressing into my bladder I experienced some temporary relief from the pressure in my bladder, then it was time for dinner with the family, so with a nice big bowl of chili and a big glass of raspberry iced tea I sat down to eat. Once again I was squirming in my seat pressing my thighs together and crossing my legs. After around thirty minutes of struggling I finished my dinner and excused my self to my room . Now it was nearing 6 I turned on my computer and laid down to watch a movie, I decided to watch "Rogue One" on Netflix. Now I can't watch a movie without chocolate and the last time I went shopping I had bought a caffeinated chocolate bar to try, so I grabbed the chocolate bar, poured a glass of milk and pressed play. As I lay on my stomach I could feel the pressure building in my bladder again I reached down and pressed my hand into my crotch. When that position became too uncomfortable I stood at the side of my bed with my legs tightly crossed bouncing up and down ever so slightly, at this point I still had 45 minutes of the movie to go. Finally the movie came to an end, I grabbed my stuff and hobbled my way to the bathroom, with my hands buried in my crotch, for a shower. I climbed into the tub and let myself go. My pee burst out of me filling my panties then falling into the tub with a loud pounding sound. Multiple streams of hot pee raced each other down my legs, soaking my pajamas, forming a puddle around my feet. After about a minute and a half my pee stream slowly trickled off. I then cleaned myself off in the shower. Now for my favorite part the photos.
  18. 13 points
    So I ended up deliberately peeing myself earlier today, as I've said before, I usually stand in either my bathtub or I put a towel underneath me in my room, after I drink a bunch of water. Sometimes I'll get a little tipsy and it'll add to the fun, but for the most part I just wait for my mom to leave for work, and then I start drinking a lot. By nighttime, I'm usually bursting. So tonight I put on a pair of purple tanga panties, threw on some gray faded skinny jeans, and a lifeguard hoodie. I had a bunch of water throughout my mom's work shift while she was gone, and since I was home alone, I could do whatever I wanted. So I sat around, had dinner, in fact, I had a few glasses of wine on and off throughout the night. I watched TV, then played some video games. I began getting very antsy, and soon enough I was jumping up and down because I had to go. I started to get a little turned on, so to really turn myself on, I watched a little bit of porn, no I didn't fully masturbate to it this time around, but it definitely flicked the switch on for me. I was on the couch in my living room for when I was watching porn on my laptop, but then when I stood up, my bladder really started hit ten times harder. I had to actually run to my room and grab a towel and set it down. I almost didn't make it. I started going a little bit while I was running, but not a lot was getting my pants. When I reached my dresser that has my towels in them, I was full-on peeing my pants whether I liked it or not, and I had to throw the towel on the ground and quickly hop on top of it. It went down my thighs, per usual, made a very satisfying light gray turn to dark, wet gray, and a lot of my piss fell on the towel. When I finally finished, my pants were drenched, and at this point I was so horny that I lay on my bed, and fingered my pussy until I reached an amazing orgasm that felt out of this world. I didn't even need my vibrator that I keep hidden from my mom, my right hand did the trick. I checked the time when I regained control, and realized that my mom was going to be home within the next 10 minutes! I didn't want to risk it with throwing my pants in the washing machine and dryer, so I decided to throw my drenched pants in my closet, and keep my panties on while I changed into a pair of yoga pants. My mom came home, and at this point I was sitting on my couch. She ended up sitting next to me, asked what I had done while she was at work. "Oh, just watched TV, ate dinner, played some video games," I said to her. "That's it?" she asked. "Yes?" She shrugged, watched TV for a few minutes, and then she told me that she needed to go over some college stuff with me online. She saw my laptop right next to the couch on the floor, and asked me if I could go to the website. Imagine my surprise to me forgetting to close out of Pornhub right before I peed myself, and opening it up again right in front of my mother! She stared at me after I quickly closed out of the window, and didn't say a word. But she definitely saw. So that made things really awkward. Then when she went to say goodnight to me, she pointed out that I was wearing different pants from when she had left. "What's the big deal?" I asked. "Nothing..." she said, shaking her head. "I just found it weird that you changed your pants from when I left, but you didn't change your shirt." "Mom, I changed....so what?" "So that would mean your pants are in the laundry then, correct?" she asked. She was getting very suspicious of me. I just told her that I threw off my pants and that they're in my room, but my room is a mess so there was no reason for her to go into my room, just in case she wanted to go check. She went to bed, and I gotta make sure tomorrow when she goes to work for me to wash those pants. She's onto me, guys. Since I had a legit accident in front of her, which makes it the second time this has happened, she's been like this a lot. Which means I really have to be careful for when I purposely mess myself. Shit.
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    Dude, over half your posts are complaining about this type of content. You're a broken record. This is your warning to knock it off. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but desperation and accident content of all kinds are welcome on this site, and aren't going anywhere. We even have a messing tag built in. Leave the modding to the mods, if you see something you REALLY think you shouldn't be on the site hit that report button, but for the love of god pardon my french, quit fucking bitching.
  21. 12 points
    So I’ve officially had enough. As many of you all know, my mom is a raging bitch. Her and I don’t get along well, we’ve never really been that close. Also as you all may know, my mom has seen me pee myself twice now. They weren’t deliberate wettings, they were pure accidental. But my mom has apparently seen some of my wet jeans in the washing machine from the “on-purpose” accidents I have. So the last time I accidentally peed myself, my mom caught me in the act of it. In a nutshell, she had told me that if I continue “acting like a child”, she’s gonna treat me like one. I had no clue what that even meant, and I didn’t want to find out either, so lately I’ve been really trying to cover my ass up for when I do my deliberate wettings. It’s been fine, but last night I finally found out what my mom meant by “treating me like a kid”. The hard way. So I was in a 3 hour lecture at school today, and since I can’t hold my pee for much longer than 3 hours, I’m sure you can imagine how I felt. I was sipping on a large coffee that I got from Dunkin Donuts all morning, which added up fast. For those of y’all who actually give two shits about what I was wearing, I had on a white jacket, black leggings, sneakers, and I had on pink tanga panties. Towards the end of the lecture, my mom had texted me, “I really hope you aren’t planning on going out after school.” So I’m confused, so I text her back a question mark. “I really need you to babysit [not putting his name on here, but it was my little brother’s name], I need to get out of here by 2:00,” she texted back. Usually I don’t have lectures this long and I’m out of school by 12, which gives enough time for me to get home when my mom leaves to go to work. It was 1:25 when she texted me this, and my school is about 20 minutes away from my house. I was at maybe a 7 at this point for how badly I had to go. Everyone, I’m so fucking stupid. I have no one to blame but myself for this because I’m just an idiot. I didn’t even use the bathroom right before leaving my college. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because my body is just so used to me holding my urine in, or maybe it was because I had to rush home, but I’m just a fucking idiot for not using it. I drove home as fast as I could, with only one hand on my steering wheel, and I’m sure you can guess where my other hand was. The worst part was, that I couldn’t really cross my legs since I was driving. I just had to keep my hand on my crotch, and drive home quickly. The drive seemed endless. At one point, I decided to let a little leak out to take some of the pressure off. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to get on my seat, and it was enough to make me very uncomfortable, while driving in a now smelly car. Finally, I drove up to my house, parked, and got out. My little brother got in my way to show me his new lego sculpture, which ate up more time. Finally, I ran up to the bathroom…..which was fucking closed. Why wouldn’t it be? Just my luck. I knocked on the door. “5 minutes!” My mom answered. “I’m running late and I need to finish getting ready for work!” I sat in my room on my bed, overwhelmed because my mom was balling things up for me. I thought back to the last time I got caught, and how I almost peed in my metal garbage can. I could only imagine myself squatting in the can to pee, ass naked, and either my brother or my mother walking in. So that wasn’t an option at this point. It was then that I realized that I hadn’t seen my mom all day. Which means she hadn’t seen me all day. Which means she had no idea what I was wearing. SO, I decided what I would do was gonna be to pee in my leggings, and quickly change my pants. So, I quickly grabbed a towel, put it underneath me, and let it rip. It gushed out, sprung all down my legs, making my leggings just soaked. The towel absorbed most of it, and after about a 45-second long pee, I felt a million times better. Just then, I heard my mom knock on my door. I told her to wait a second. I took off my leggings, threw them across the room with the towel, and started to put on a fresh change of yoga pants, when my mom started yelling through the door and knocking even louder. I pulled up my pants, and opened the door. “What’s up?” I asked. “What was taking you so long to open the door? I have to leave for work, I’m late!” “Well, what took you so long in the bathroom? I had to pee,” I told her. “I told you that I’m late for work and that I had to get ready! Now make sure that you put the chicken inside the stove for dinner,” my mom said. “Okay, okay,” I said, trying to get her to leave. She started to turn away, when she stopped dead in her tracks. “Wait...you said you had to pee?” Fuck. “No...I said I have to pee,” I said slowly, my face slowly getting hot. She spun around. “Do you mind if I come inside your room?” “...how come?” I asked, knowing exactly why. My heart began pounding. “I don’t have time for this shit! I’m already late! Let me in!” She yelled, and barged her way in my room. She took a look around, and said to me, “What’s that smell?” I began stuttering. “W-w-what smell?” I backed up slowly, towards where I threw the towel and leggings. I started to push it nonchalantly underneath my bed, when she saw what I was doing. “What is that?” She walked over, and snatched the towel, but then quickly dropped it when she felt how wet it was. She saw the leggings right near me, and gazed up. That’s when the screaming took place. She spent about a minute yelling at me about how much of a child I was because this was the third time she’s seen me pee myself. She looked at the time, and muttered, “I’ll deal with you when I get home.” When she left, I began crying, and then I had to do the chores that she asked me to do, in addition to washing my pants and towel. All day long the worry fed through me about what she might do. I couldn’t even leave home either, I had to babysit my brother. My mom came home at around 9:00, and that’s when things got really scary. I closed my door and lied on my bed. My heart was pounding. She didn’t do anything when she walked into the house, and I thought for a second that I may be in the clear. About 5 minutes later, she knocked on my door. “Come in,” I said. She walked in. I still lied on my bed, and she stood next to the bed, and talked to me. She started off calm, saying that she understands accidents happen from time to time, but that it shouldn’t happen this often. I tried to tell her that I really had to go badly, and that I had no other choice than to wet myself. She went on about how she has seen my wet pants turn up in the washing machine a few times, and that I have no shame. That’s when the conversation turned into arguing, and the arguing turned into yelling. It got bad. Really bad. Then she asked softly if I have problems with peeing. Like health problems. That meant that if I said yes, I would have to go see a doctor. I told her no, and so I bit the bullet and told her about my fetish. That was really hard to say. She got really angry with me about that, and said that I’m such a little kid for doing this. I told her that she was a shitty mother for saying that. She looked shocked when I said that, then got really angry. And then this cunt grabbed me while I was still laying down on my bed, rolled me over and literally BEGAN FUCKING SPANKING MY ASS like I was a little FUCKING kid. She got in only 2 or 3 swats in, but she went hard and they stung. I pushed her away, we both started screaming at each other, and then I stormed out, grabbed my keys, and drove off in my car. I called my friend Emily, explained everything to her, and she said that I could move in with her. Her and I go to the same college, but she lives in an apartment off-campus. So right now I’m spending the night there, and tomorrow I’m gonna go home and grab all of my clothes and stuff, and move in with Emily, for I don’t even KNOW how long. Emily seemed understanding of all this, but she did laugh a little at the situation. I’m so fucking pissed. There’s nothing wrong with peeing your pants, whether it’s on purpose or on accident. I’m just so pissed at everything, I officially hate my mom. I can see why she yelled at me and was upset, but she has no right to touch me like how she did. Like I said, it wasn’t a lot of hits, but they did hurt enough to make me let out a scream. Even if they didn’t hurt, it’s the principle alone that says that it’s not right that she did that. I’m not even that horny from this whole incident, I’m just too angry and upset about this. Can someone PM me so I can rant? Preferably girls? Nothing against guys, it’s just I feel that I can rant to a girl better than a horny guy. Thanks.
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    School swimsuit schoolgirl pissing herself vol.2 / ダッシュ女子校生スク水おしっこ漏らし2 [DLSL-102] Desperate swimsuit schoolgirls rush to the toilet, but their pee leaked while they are undressing their swimsuits! This video is the next of DLSL-049, which is availble in HERE. It seems months I have not been uploading videos. Enjoy~ --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 破裂寸前の尿意を抱えたまま猛ダッシュでトイレ内に駆け込んで来る女子校生達。プールの授業前に用を足そうとするが、個室前で限界が来てしまい勢いよくブシャッと漏らしてしまう者、慌てすぎてスク水が上手く脱げずにずらして放尿しようとする者など、なんとか被害を最小限にしようと自分の膀胱と奮闘する。必死な顔でドタバタと駆け込んで来る女子校生を前から、後ろから、便器内からの3アングルで完全盗撮!スク水女子校生達のお漏らし姿、是非ご堪能ください。 Productcode: DLSL-102 Downloadable: 2016/06/01 Shipping: 2016/06/08 Time: 107 Bitrate: 4000 kbps Studios: Sharila

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  23. 11 points
    Hello, it's me ( Lia ) again. Since you all enjoyed my previous experience, as much as I did, I have done it again. I woke up around 11 already planning how my day of holding would go then, plans made, I got out of bed. Instead of heading for the bathroom I went to the kitchen in search of breakfast, I decided on oatmeal with brown sugar and butter, along with a large mug of piping hot coffee. Once breakfast was finished I got dressed in a pair of light blue skinny jeans, a darker blue top with some rhinestone detailing, and polka dot panties with red lace trim. By now it was nearing 1 as I got into my car to do some shopping. As I drove away from my house the first gentle urge to pee hit, but I paid it no mind as I had more important things to do. I started at the pet store to pick up some dog food and treats, while there I couldn't resist a visit to the adoption center, where the store housed a few animals up for adoption, by the time I could tear my self away from all the adorable animals it was almost 2, I grabbed a water bottle for myself and downed it as I drove . My next stop was to a clothing store in search of new jeans. I spent the next few hours combing the racks and trying on over 20 different pairs of jeans. With each trip back to the dressing room, arms full of jeans, I could feel my bladder get heavier, as I contorted and stretched to ensure a good, comfortable fit . Suddenly I felt a sharp urge to pee, so I quickly made my final selections and got in line . As I stood in line waiting to pay, I found myself swaying gently and subtly pressing my thighs together, finally after 30 minutes it was my turn, I made my purchase and headed for home. Once I arrived home it was just after six and dinner would be on the table in 20 minutes. I briefly escaped to my room to unload my purchases , then it was time to take the dogs for their daily walk. Lucky for me we only walked two and a half blocks in stead of the usual four, but I still found my self having to stop and cross my legs every fifty feet. At last we returned home, but I still had to sit through dinner, as I ate my chicken, rice, and zucchini, as I slowly drained my large tumbler of iced tea I squirmed in my seat tightly crossing my legs and hoping my parents didn't notice. As soon as dinner was over my parents retreated to the living room to watch a movie. While my parents watched their movie I decided to further push myself so I made brownies. I climbed up on a kitchen chair, pulled down the mixing bowl and a baking dish then preheated the oven. I combined the brownie mix with the wet ingredients and began to mix the batter one handed as the other hand was buried between my legs. Once I was finished mixing the batter I poured it into the pan and put it in the oven then set the timer for 30 minutes. While I waited for the brownies to bake I licked out the bowl, downed a glass of milk while alternately squeezing my crotch and crossing my legs . When the timer went off I tested the brownies to my horror I discovered that they weren't done so I put them back in and set the timer for another 10 minutes. Finally just after 8 the brownies were done so I took them out of the oven . Now at my house we have a rule that if you dirty a pot/pan/mixing bowl/baking dish/measuring utensils then you need to wash them once you are done using them. So the next 30 minutes were pure torture to my aching bladder. Every time I turned on the water or ran my hands through it my bladder would spasm ,then on the last dish I felt a spurt hit my panties, dropping the now clean dish on the drying rack I grabbed my pajamas and my camera yelling to my parents that I was taking a shower, I raced into the bathroom and shut the door. My hands were shaking as I turned on the water to cover the noise, none too soon I grabbed my camera and stepped into the tub. Almost as soon as my feet hit the tub I started peeing. My pee poured out of me like a waterfall, spraying the inside of my jeans,thundering onto the tub floor . My crotch and legs were bathed in liquid heat, as I looked down I saw streams of pee falling from my glistening jeans forming a pool around my feet. After around 2 minutes my stream tapered off, and as the last couple of drops fell, my body sagged against the wall in relief. Whew, just telling that story makes me wanna do it again. Alas I will just have to wait a couple of days. Now where was I ? Oh, right photos.
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    Miranda Lawson has a mishap aboard the Normandy in front of female Shepard.

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    By request! These are three videos featuring an amateur named Zoe wetting for her boyfriend. Zoe Pees for Her Man: This is the video most of you have probably seen. POV from the boyfriend, he brings Zoe a new kitchen appliance and offers it to her under one condition. No points for guessing what he requests. Resolution on this one is not great. Zoe Wetting Jeans: Apparently her first video. Zoe (alone this time)decides to wet her jeans in the shower as water runs in the tub. The jeans are a bit dark in color, but you do get to see a great view of the stream rushing out of the legs. Afterwards, she plays in the bath water. Zoe 2: Her second video. Zoe - again alone - has been holding it all day and wets her grey panties in the shower. No water running this time. We get an excellent view of the stream, great sounds, and her face is fully visible the whole time. Watch her face as she first starts to let go - it's delightful.

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  26. 10 points
    Here are 4 more videos that I haven't seen on here in searching the name of the lady where I found these videos from.... becca_peeing - #leggings #lovepee #love #lovewetting....mp4 becca_peeing - Its rewetting time! D Hier hab ich zu....mp4 Einmal voll machen bitte.mp4 Here I pee for the second time.mp4
  27. 10 points
    For anyone who may be interested, I just added some more free videos into the mix on HD Wetting. Every day a new video is selected to be the free one, so you may want to bookmark the page and keep checking it to see new videos. The previous free videos are still there in the mix, I just added a few new ones that I hadn't ever released for free anywhere.
  28. 10 points
    Here are some various desperation sightings from my time at University in a large city in the UK. Some of these are ones which I might have posted before in a few different threads, and there are also some new ones as well, enjoy! I’ll start with this one because it was by far the best sighting I had during Uni. During a 2 hour lecture I was sat next to a friend, a gorgeous Irish girl in her early 20s with brown hair, wearing a cute flowery dress and black tights. At the start of the lecture I noticed that she had a 1 litre bottle of water on the desk in front of her, which was already nearly half empty. During the first hour she kept taking frequent sips, and it was almost empty by the time the halfway point in the lecture came (where we would normally have a quick break). I noticed that she was now starting to fidget around for a bit, shifting position in her chair and bouncing her legs, resting her hands in her lap. It definitely looked like she had to pee, as she was biting her lip and seemed to be eagerly awaiting the break. However, for this particular lecture we had a guest lecturer, and it seemed as though we weren’t going to get a break after all as he just carried on speaking. The girl next to me was looking worried and had began to fidget around quite a bit, crossing and uncrossing her legs and sighing under her breath. After another 15 minutes, he eventually asked us if we wanted a quick break, but also mentioned that he’d nearly finished the lecture and so if he carried on without a break, we could leave early. ‘So what should we do, quick break?’ he asked, at which point the girl next to me nodded and said ‘yeah’ under her breath, standing up from her chair and smoothing down her skirt, looking like she was dying to get out of the room and get to a toilet. Just then, the main lecturer interjected and said that he may as well carry on as he was close to the end anyway. This was bad news for the desperate girl, as she gave a little frustrated sigh and sat back down, turning to me with a worried look on her face. ‘I need to pee!’ she whispered, leaning forwards in her seat with her hands in her lap, looking down the row of seats. She was clearly considering leaving but as we were sat right at the end, nearest to the wall, there was no way that she could leave without disturbing everyone else in the row. The rest of the lecture lasted about 20 minutes, during which time the girl next to me was getting more and more desperate, and finding it harder and harder to sit still. At one point she pressed both hands hard into her lap, squirming in her chair and blowing air through her lips, frantically jiggling her legs. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked as though she was getting close to wetting herself. As the lecturer began to sum up, she quickly packed away her notepad and pens, before sitting right on the edge of her seat, jiggling her knees and starting intently at the lecturer, gritting her teeth. She had given up trying to concentrate on making notes and was instead completely focused on holding in her pee for just a few more minutes. At the same time, I noticed that my friend sat on the other side of me, an absolutely stunning tall slim blonde girl, also seemed to be having difficulty sitting still. She had her legs crossed and was bouncing them constantly, occasionally uncrossing them, shifting around in her seat before re-crossing them the other way, biting her lip while continuing to bounce her legs. I was sure that she had to pee as well, and pretty badly going by how much she was fidgeting. The lecturer droned on and on, and by now the Irish girl was practically bouncing in her seat. I heard her mutter ‘oh my god’, sighing in frustration as she continually tapped the palm of the hand against her jiggling thighs. Finally, the lecture ended and she was first out of her seat, but as she couldn’t get past she had to wait for everyone in our row to leave first. As we waited, she was dancing from foot to foot, barely able to conceal how badly she had to go. ‘God I wish they’d hurry up, I really need to pee. I’ve honestly never needed to go this badly before’ she said quietly, looking anxiously down the row while resting a hand gently on her bladder. The stunning blonde girl who had been sat next to me overheard her and turned around biting her lip. ‘Same here, I thought he’d never stop talking’ she said laughing, crossing her legs. Eventually, we got out of the lecture room and both girls walked quickly towards the toilets. I was sitting next to another friend of mine (a gorgeous Indian girl) in another 2 hour long lecture. She was finishing off a large hot chocolate she’d been drinking before the lecture. About half way through the fire alarm went off and we all had to stand outside for a few minutes. While we were standing outside I noticed that she kept crossing her legs every so often, shifting her weight from foot to foot a lot. After we got back inside and restarted the lecture, I heard her whisper to another friend of ours ‘I need a wee’. A little while later I glanced across at her and noticed that she was jiggling her legs around a lot and was biting her nails. As I watched her she leaned forward in her seat and bit her lip, glancing across at me and flashing me a cute but pained smile. She was really fidgety for the rest of the lecture, and when it was finally over a small group of us stood around chatting for a while. My friend wasn’t saying much, but she was very fidgety and kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, jiggling up and down a bit, biting her lip and kept glancing around to try and see where the toilets were. Just as we were leaving another friend of ours asked her ‘I’m just gonna go and try to find to find the toilets if you wanna come?’ and she nodded gratefully before they both hurried off. I also saw this same Indian girl desperate during a uni night out at a nightclub. I was waiting at the bar when I felt somebody tickling my sides and I turned around to see her standing behind me with her friend (a beautiful mixed race girl). I hugged her and asked if they wanted a drink. She shook her head and started doing a really cute pee dance, bouncing up and down saying ‘Maybe later but right now I really need to go for a wee!’ They then both hurried off to the toilets. She told me later on that they’d had pre-drinks at her house before sitting on a bus for ages to get to the club, before having to wait in the queue to get in while they were both ‘desperate for a wee’. At a party one night in a large house next door to my student halls, there was only one bathroom available for guests which lead to some good sightings. After a few drinks I thought I better go for a pee, only to find a queue of about 8 people waiting to get into the loo. I joined the back of the queue behind a cute, curvy black girl, who had just joined the queue and was clearly quite desperate to go as she was already dancing from foot to foot with still a good few minutes to wait for her turn. She turned around to me and asked me if I knew if there were any other toilets, and I said I didn’t. She moaned and said ‘I need a weeeee!’, before spotting one of the hosts. She asked her if there were any other toilets and the host said she had an en-suite bathroom which she could her use if she was really desperate. The desperate girl said ‘Oh thank god!’ and ran upstairs. A bit later, I had just finished peeing when I heard frantic knocking on the bathroom door. As I washed my hands I heard the knocking again, louder than before. I opened the door to find an attractive blonde girl shouting ‘Sorry! I’m going to wet myself!’ and already undoing her jeans as she rushed past me into the toilet. She apologised to me later, saying that wouldn’t normally knock like that but she had been DJing and had waited too long before going to the loo. Later on in the evening I went to the bathroom only to find it occupied with a gorgeous, slim dark haired French girl wearing a short skirt, black tights and heels, standing outside the door with her legs crossed. We knew each other as she lived in the same student halls as me, so we started chatting. As we talked she kept her legs really tightly crossed and kept glancing impatiently at the toilet door. After about five minutes she turned her attention to the locked door, sighed in frustration and uncrossed her legs, bobbing on the spot and stamping her foot before recrossing her legs the other way. She complained about how long they were taking and told me that she’d been stood there waiting for so long and really needed to pee. She was rosy-cheeked and flustered and was clearly reaching her limit. After a couple more minutes of leg crossing and bouncing, the door opened and two girls came out, one of them explaining that her friend was upset and had been crying, apologising for keeping us waiting. The French girl said it was OK and hurried inside, coming out a couple of minutes later with a big smile on her face, looking very relieved! I was waiting for a friend outside a building on campus, where two girls were stood nearby chatting. One of them, a cute blonde wearing tight jeans had her legs very tightly crossed and her arms folded, listening to her friend telling her about something that happened over the weekend. She seemed very distracted, and kept glancing towards the door to the building, occasionally bending her knees slightly, keeping her legs crossed. At one point her friend said something to make her laugh, and she bent forwards at the waist, hands on her thighs, biting her lip with her legs still tightly crossed. After a couple of minutes she clearly couldn't wait anymore, and looking very embarassed she said to her friend 'Back in a sec, I'm just gonna go and pee, I've been waiting too long' and walked quickly into the building biting her lip. In a 2 hour long computer lab, I was talking to a friend of mine (short, curvy and very cute) and noticed that she was getting a bit fidgety. There was an empty bottle of coke on the table which she’d been drinking so she was obviously getting desperate to pee. During a break in the convo she quickly said ‘ooh I really need the toilet, back in a sec’ and walked quickly out of the lab. She came back within a couple of minutes looking worried. As she walked towards me she bit her lip and said ‘they were closed’, bobbing up and down desperately before taking her seat. There was still about 40mins of the lab to go and she couldn’t sit still for a second, swinging around on her chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs, bouncing her knees around and jiggling her crossed ankles under the chair. When we were walking out of the lab she said ‘I really wish the toilets were open’. She had a long bus ride home which must have been torture, when I texted her later asking ‘did you make it? :P’ she replied ‘yeah, thought I was gonna wet myself on the bus tho!’. I also saw this same girl desperate during an event where we were in the same project group, presenting our work to representatives from various employers. We’d been presenting for about an hour and a half, and it was getting close to the lunch break when I noticed that she kept fidgeting around, shifting from foot to foot, pacing back and forth and glancing towards the toilets. I mentioned that I hoped we’d be finished soon because I needed to pee, she laughed and said ‘Same here!’, crossing her legs and bobbing before resuming her pacing back and forth. After a few more minutes of fidgeting, the session was over and she hurried straight to the toilets, which luckily for her were very close by. While I was working in a small shop in the city centre, 2 attractive women in their 20s came in to browse. One of them, a cute blonde wearing glasses, kept glancing around the shop, biting her lip. Whenever they stopped to look at something, she would immediately cross her legs, or sometimes bend one knee towards the other, bobbing up and down slightly. She was clearly desperate to pee, and I couldn’t help but watch her. After a while, she caught me looking at her bouncing on the spot with her legs crossed, and she quickly looked away, looking embarrassed. I didn’t know why she didn’t say anything to her friend, but I guess she was just shy. They left the shop a little while later. Another time while working in the shop, 2 attractive girls came in, in their late teens/early 20s. One of them was constantly crossing her legs whenever they stopped walking. As they left I heard her saying to the other one ‘I really need a wee, can we try to find the toilets?’ and they hurried off towards the shopping centre nearby. On a night out with friends, we were heading to a club after leaving a bar, all of us pretty drunk. It was only a short walk and on the way there one of my friends (a cute, curvy Irish girl) kept saying things like ‘Oh god I really need a wee’, ‘I need a wee so bad’, ‘I think my bladder’s gonna burst’, I’m gonna wet myself’. She was obviously really desperate, we’d been pre-drinking at my place before the bar, and she didn’t use the toilet while we were there, nor had I seen her use the toilet at the bar. I’d pissed twice in that time and she hadn’t gone once, and we’d all been drinking loads. We passed an alley and she said ‘I really just want to go down there and pee’ but we kept walking. There was a short queue to get into the club and she was stood in front of me, legs crossed, resting a hand on her bladder with a tense expression on her face, not saying anything and clearly concentrating fully on holding onto her pee for just a few more minutes. Finally she got inside, bouncing up and down on the spot with her thighs pushed together as she paid her entry fee, before practically running to the toilets, not waiting for anyone else. She appeared a bit later with a relieved smile on her face. I asked her if she felt better and she laughed and said yes, then told me that she had never been so close to wetting herself! Nearing the end of an hour long lecture, a cute blonde girl sat a few seats away from me was clearly getting desperate to pee. She’d been drinking from a 1 litre water bottle throughout the lecture and by now it was nearly empty. She was tapping her feet, bouncing her legs, and fanning her knees in and out, resting her hands in her lap. With about 10 mins to go she kept glancing at the clock, looking tense. When the lecture finally ended she hurried out, saying to her friend 'I'm just gonna go to the loo, I'm desperate for a wee!' before walking quickly to the toilets. I was standing in the corridor of my student flat chatting to someone when I heard somebody hurrying up the stairs. The door at the far end banged open and one of my flatmates, a slim attractive girl in her early 20s with shoulder length blonde hair came rushing down the corridor towards us, looking frantic, her cheeks flushed. She stopped when she saw us to say hi, but she could hardly stand still. After a few quick words she said breathlessly ‘Back in a sec, I’m BURSTING for a wee’ while bending one knee towards the other, leaning forwards slightly. I tried to stall her by asking her about her day, and she stopped mid-stride, turning around to me with her legs tightly crossed, biting her lip. ‘Yeah it was OK, sorry I’ll talk more in a sec I just really have to go’. She walked quickly to her room and unlocked the door, legs tightly crossed, before hurrying inside for a wee. She told me afterwards that she’d been ‘desperate for a wee all afternoon’ but hadn’t had a chance to go. While standing outside my apartment building waiting for a friend, there were three attractive Indian girls stood nearby chatting. I noticed one of them couldn’t stand still for a second, constantly dancing from foot to foot and crossing her legs tightly. She kept looking at the door to the building, clearly waiting for someone to come down and let them in. At one point she said ‘ooh I wish she’d hurry up, I really need to wee’ and bent forwards with her legs crossed, much to the amusement of her friends who were laughing at her constant fidgeting and dancing around. After a couple of minutes, during which time she kept up her pee dancing and leg crossing routine, their friend opened the door and called over to them. The desperate girl practically ran inside, telling her friend that she was ‘dying to wee’ and pleading with the other two girls to hurry up. I was waiting at a bus stop when I saw a group of people on a campus tour, being shown around the area by a student of the university. I noticed that one of them, a girl about 20 years old with curly brown hair, stood near the back of the group, absolutely could not stand still. She was constantly bouncing her legs, tapping the heel of her boot on the floor while pressing her hand on her thigh. She was looking worriedly at the guy giving the tour, and kept glancing around as if she was looking for somewhere to go. She kept shifting position, shifting her weight from foot to foot and occasionally resuming her foot tapping. Just as the group began to move on, she hurried up to the guy giving the tour and thanked him before saying she had to go, walking quickly off in the direction of the main campus building where there are toilets. These campus tours can often last over an hour and they give out free tea and coffee before hand, so I'm sure she was dying to go for a pee but couldn't hang on for the remainder of the tour. This one happened a few days later. While standing outside the library speaking on the phone, I saw another group on a campus tour who stopped near to where I was standing while the girl leading the tour spoke about the library. Again, one girl in particular seemed to be feeling the need to pee. She was short, cute, looked about 18 years old with dyed reddish-brown hair. She was standing with her arms folded and her legs very tightly crossed, and occasionally she would bounce up and down slightly on the spot. After a while she uncrossed her legs and shifted from foot to foot, kicking up her heels behind her, before bouncing on the spot again and recrossing her legs. The group then moved on, and I saw her glancing towards the library as they left with a worried look on her face. I think she was secretly hoping they'd be shown around the library, which would give her the chance to use the toilets there, but she was left disappointed. Sitting in a 2 hour lecture, towards the end I heard two American girls sat near me talking quietly to each other. One of them said 'I really need to pee, but the toilets here are unisex... it's disgusting'. There was a large, empty bottle of water on her desk. Clearly she had needed to go since the break halfway through the lecture, but couldn't face using the unisex toilets in the building. The other girl laughed and told her to just go. The other girl was pondering leaving but wasn't sure if she should or not. She was watching the lecturer and biting her lip, jiggling her legs with her hands resting in her lap. After a few minutes of this, she said 'I'm gonna go, I can't wait until the end', and quickly packed away her things and left the lecture hall with a tense look on her face. Speaking of the unisex toilets in that building, I was in there having a pee after another lecture when I heard a woman enter the bathroom and say to her friend 'urgh they're unisex'. Her friend laughed and asked her if she was still going to use them, and the girl replied 'I'm gonna have to, I'm bursting' before hurrying into the cubicle next to me. I heard the rustle of clothing and then a long stream of pee, followed by a sigh of relief. One evening I was sat in our living room with some of my flatmates when another flatmate (a really cute, curvy Thai girl) came in for a chat. She looked quite flustered and couldn’t stand still, constantly dancing from foot to foot while chatting to us before admitting to us that she was ‘desperate for a wee’ but that the guy she’d just been on a date with was in her room and she didn’t want him to hear her weeing (all the rooms had en-suite bathrooms with only a thin door for separation). When she admitted this she started to blush, jiggling on the spot and pressing her hands between her thighs. One of the other girls offered to let her use the toilet in her room but she declined, telling us that ‘she would just have to wait’. We saw her again about half an hour later when she came in to get something, and on the way out the door she said ‘I still haven’t had a wee! I’m dying!’, doing a little pee dance before hurrying out. Another evening one of my flatmates invited round some friends from her course for drinks and we were sat around in the living room, drinking and chatting. After a couple of hours I noticed that one of the girls, a gorgeous curvy Italian brunette (I’ll call her J), was getting very fidgety and kept crossing and uncrossing her legs while sitting down on the sofa. She’d had several glasses of wine by that point and I had not seen her leave the room at any point to use the loo. A few minutes later she called over to the host ‘Emma, may I please use your bathroom?’ However, as we were all quite drunk by this point and being very loud, Emma didn’t hear her as she was deep in conversation. J uncrossed her legs and stood up from the sofa, walking over to stand next to me before crossing her legs tightly. She called over to Emma again ‘Emma where’s your bathroom!?’ but still Emma didn’t hear her. J sighed, bouncing on the spot, turning me to me and saying ‘Oh I really need to pee, do you know where the bathroom is?’. I offered to let her use mine and she gratefully accepted, I showed her down the corridor to where my room was and she thanked me again before hurrying inside. During pre-drinks in our flat before a night out, a cute curvy brunette girl kept crossing her legs and fidgeting, before loudly announcing ‘I need a wee again but can’t be bothered’. She spent the next few minutes getting more and more fidgety before basically starting to do the pee dance, saying ‘God I really need to go for a wee before we leave!’ and another girl, a really attractive brunette who was standing with her legs crossed, said ‘Yeah, me too’. A few minutes after, somebody told us that a taxi was on the way and the first girl bobbed up and down, saying ‘Everyone, if you need a wee go now!’ before hurrying out the room to the loo, closely followed by the second girl. During a student careers conference with several long presentations just after lunch, I saw a gorgeous red haired girl sat in front of me crossing her legs and jiggling towards the end of one of the last presentations. She looked quite red-faced and flustered, and there was a large empty coffee cup under her chair so I was sure that she needed to go for a wee. As soon as the speaker finished, the girl shot up out of her seat and hurried out of the room, returning to her seat a few minutes later. She turned to the girl sat next to her and said ‘Oh that’s better!’ with a big smile of relief on her face. Later on after the conference was finished, the group from our uni went for a meal and had a few drinks as well. We then had to get a taxi to the local station before taking a train into central London, then taking the tube to Euston station. By the time we got to Euston it wasn’t long until our train was due to depart, but there was just enough time to some of us to run into a shop and get some more booze for the train journey back up north (typical students!). I was standing outside the shop with a few others and one of the girls, a really cute blonde wearing a pencil skirt and black tights, kept hopping from foot to foot and complaining about how much she needed a wee. Her friend, a pretty brunette who was standing with her legs tightly crossed, said that she did as well but there wasn’t time to go and find the toilets or they’d miss the train. The blonde girl moaned and continued dancing from foot to foot, running a hand over the front of her skirt where there was a definite bladder bulge. I asked her if she was OK and she told me that she wished she was wearing trousers so she could unbutton them! I laughed and ask why, and she just said ‘because I’m desperate for a wee!’ I guessed that the pressure of her full bladder against her tight skirt was making it even harder to wait. We finally got to the train and only just made it on time. Despite being less vocal about how badly she needed to go, the brunette girl was clearly bursting because as soon as we got onto the train she hurried straight into the toilet, not even bothering to find her seat first. Another guy from our uni was next in line, jiggling up and down outside the door. The blonde girl was left dancing from foot to foot, moaning that she was bursting and asking the guy if she could go in front of him. He said no, because he needed to pee really badly as well, but after another minute or so he decided that he couldn’t wait and hurried down the train to look for another toilet. The girl continued to constantly step from foot to foot, bobbing up and down frantically and asking her friend to hurry up! After another couple of minutes her friend came out and the bursting girl rushed in to finally get relief. During ‘Freshers week’ there were always people standing around outside the uni buildings handing out flyers for various club nights and events. I was standing outside one of the main buildings waiting to meet somebody and I noticed that one of the people handing out flyers, a gorgeous blonde girl wearing tight jeans, was constantly dancing from foot to foot and bobbing on the spot. Her friend who was handing out flyers with her asked her why she was dancing and she girl replied that she was ‘dying for a wee’. My friend then arrived and we left, walking past the girl was still dancing around. Similar to the sighting above, I was standing outside the main building talking to someone on the phone when I noticed that a pretty brunette girl handing out flyers couldn’t stand still at all and looked absolutely desperate to go for a wee. She was quite red in the face and was constantly pacing around, sometimes stopping to cross her legs really tightly together and bob on the spot. I then finished my phone call and went back inside, then when I left the building an hour or so later she had gone so I’m guessing she could no longer wait anymore and had left in search of somewhere to pee. Part of Freshers week is the ‘Freshers fair’ where representatives from all the different student societies have a stall in a large hall and you can go around and sign up to various things. At one stall I was chatting to an attractive, curvy Chinese girl from one of the business/management societies who was trying to get me to sign up. The whole time I spoke to her she went from having her legs really tightly crossed to dancing from foot to foot, then back to crossed legs again, then back to dancing. I was sure she was very desperate for a wee, but as she was the only person on the stall she had nobody to cover for her while she went to the loos. A few minutes later we walked past the stall again and the girl wasn’t there, so she must have hurried off for a wee. Watching a film with some of my flatmates I noticed that towards the end, a curvy brunette girl named Steph kept fidgeting around on the sofa and crossing and uncrossing her legs. At one point, one of my other flatmates was filling up a glass of water from the tap and I heard Steph sigh under her breath, jiggling her thighs with her hands pressed between them before quickly recrossing her legs, bouncing her foot. As soon as the film ended she said ‘Oh finally, I can go for a pee now’ and darted out of the room to the loo. Another time I saw Steph while she was working on reception in one of the uni buildings. She was jiggling in her chair and admitted that she was ‘bursting for a pee’ but had to wait for her boss to come back and cover for her. She told me later that she drinks so much water that she always finds herself in that situation and is used to it by now! One evening I went into the living room and was chatting to one of my flatmates (a tall, attractive red-haired girl called Sian) and her friend, a cute brunette called Sophie. They had been drinking so were quite tipsy, and also from the way they were both fidgeting around on the sofa I guessed that they were both really needing a wee but were too busy watching TV to go. At one point they were standing up trying to pour more wine and spilt a load of it on the floor, and they found this so funny that they couldn’t stop laughing. Sian suddenly bent forwards, pressing her hands between her thighs, saying ‘I’m gonna wee myself!’ which made Sophie laugh even more and start hopping up and down on the spot. Sophie then turned and started to hurry out of the room, and Sian asked her where she was going. Sophie replied ‘for a wee!’ and Sian told her to hurry up because she needed to go for one as well. Sian stood there pee dancing and moaning that she was ‘gonna wee herself’ while trying to clean up the spilled wine, before Sophie came back a few minutes later and Sian rushed out to the loo. One morning I attended a presentation/careers event held in a large hall within one of the oldest buildings in the university. Groups of students were stood presenting project work at stands situated around the hall to representatives from various companies. It was getting close to lunchtime and by this point the groups had been presenting for a couple of hours. I noticed that two really cute Asian girls in one of the groups standing near me were both finding it hard to stand still and kept fidgeting and crossing their legs. A bit later on when the lunch break started, I saw both girls walking very quickly out of the hall giggling and moaning to one of their friends about how much they needed a wee. ‘Oh my God where’s the toilets!?’ one of them asked, but their friend said she didn’t know. They went to one end of the corridor and then back again, before being pointed in the right direction by one of the other students. ‘Thanks, we really need a wee!’ one of them said and they hurried very quickly towards relief. At the end of the event, I noticed that one of the university staff helping out with the event, an attractive young Muslim woman, was crossing her legs and jiggling on the spot as she was packing stuff away on one of the stands and talking to one of her colleagues. As her colleague started to walk away to pack up one of the other stands, I heard the woman say to her ‘I really need to go to the toilet at some point as well!’ From the way she was fidgeting around it looked to me like she was really desperate, and had probably been waiting a while but had been too busy so find time to go. After a morning lecture I’d gone with a couple of friends from my course to buy some lunch. One of them, a really cute Asian girl, complained that she had drunk a massive cup of coffee earlier and ‘really needed a piss’ but we told her that it wouldn’t take long to pick up some lunch and then we’d go to the library so she could use the loo there. It took a while to decide what we wanted to eat, then quite a long time to queue and order. We’d ordered paninis and while we were waiting for them to be made, the girl was standing there with her legs crossed looking around impatiently before telling us that she’d meet us at the library because she was ‘actually gonna piss herself’. Her friend told her that it wouldn’t take long for the food to be ready, and the girl sighed and bobbed on the spot, telling us ‘I’m going to make a puddle on the floor if they don’t hurry up’. Eventually the food was ready, and after a short walk to the library the bursting girl hurried straight to the toilets for relief.
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    Not going to argue, but I wanted to add some facts- A) The countries that Trump wanted to ban immigrants from are primarily Muslim, and despite claims that these countries have a history of terrorism against the United States, those claims are not backed by facts. Even as the white house stated the ban was not a Muslim ban, trump continued to refer to it as such. If terrorism is truly the criteria, the countries selected make no logical sense, and there is no way to justify a ban on them and not others. Based on Trump's own words, it seems to be a ban on immigrants based on their religion. B) Trump didn't just say, "Grab them by the pussy." He said, "You know I'm automatically attracted to beautiful... I just start kissing them. It's like a magnet. Just kiss. I don't even wait. And when you're a star they let you do it. You can do anything." The reason so many people were upset by this is that he seemed to be bragging about sexual abuse- That as a celebrity he could sexually touch women without consent because of his status. That is why eople were upset by it and why it was a big deal. As far as it being a personal thing with a friend? He said this to an entertainment reporter while wearing a microphone on a bus owned by the TV show that employed the entertainment reporter he was talking to. That is not what I would consider a personal conversation with a friend. C) Most Americans did not vote for Trump. Actually, Hillary received the second largest number of votes of any presidential candidate in history. Trump won the election because we do not have a direct popular vote. Rather, voting districts that are designed to be equal by amount of land, not by the number of voters they contain, select the president. As a result, land owners in rural areas have their vote count more than urban city dwellers. A person who lives in Los Angeles would have to vote 15 times to have the same voting power as a rural rancher in Montana.
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    Hmmmmmm, interestingly enough....tried this exact thing just this morning...... I had drank a rather big glass of water just before bed, and woke up feeling a bit full.... ended up holding when I woke up.....through my entire shower (very very hard!!)......getting ready for work.......brushing my teeth..... finally gave in at the last minute and totally peed my pants.....only cuz I knew I couldn't do it at work, and tbh I never thought I'd make it as long as I did...... all that holding without the payoff of soaking wet jeans just didn't seem fair......
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    I'm sorry for the brief outage we experienced today. This is the first complete outage OmoOrg has had in over a year in its roughly 7 years online, and I am taking steps to help make sure it won't happen again. OmoOrg handles over 6 million page views a day and has recently exceeded over 41TB of bandwidth in the last two months - this has created overages which pushed the site into a state where the server was momentarily taken offline until those overage fees could be negotiated down. The last couple months have been very stressful for me personally, but I am still working as hard as I can to help grow this site and make sure it stays online to prosper for many more years to come. I very much appreciate your patience and understanding in the meantime.
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    Hello everyone. I happened to come across this on YouTube and I don't know if it's been shared on here or not....and if it has, I do apologize for re-posting it. The title has "A Little Accident".....but by the end.....it's more than JUST A LITTLE :) A little accident.mp4
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    学習塾盗撮 授業中に滴るおしっこお漏らし2 / School girl leaking vol.2 [DLEE-190] "Finish your toilet in your break time!" There are schoolgirls obeying this command seriously. Thus, they're shame to go to toilet in class, trying their best to to hold it. However, with a shake, thinking "too bad" and pressing by hands immediately, plenty of pee leak! This video is very new. And it is the sequel of DLEE-099, which I uploaded in the past. Enjoy~ -------------------------------------------------- 「休み時間のうちにおトイレ済ませておきなさい。」と先生に注意されても守らず授業を受ける女子生徒がいる。その代償として、授業中おしっこへ行きたくなっても恥ずかしくて言い出せず、太ももをぎゅっと締め体をよじらせながら必死に堪えるのであった。しかし、ふるふる震えだす足の隙間から一筋のおちびり雫が…。ヤバイと思い、手をあげようとした時には大量のおしっこが「ボタボタ…ザバーーー!!」教室の床は大惨事。羞恥とパニックにおちいった女子生徒達をたっぷりお楽しみください! Productcode: DLEE-190 Downloadable: 2017/08/25 Shipping: 2017/09/06 Time: 116 Bitrate: 4000 kbps Studios: EVO

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    I'm not sure why I listened to her. I nearly didn't. I didn't actually intend to when I told her with all my misplaced pride of my strong bladder. And I was proud of my strong bladder. I was never the girl who needed to stop the car halfway to where she was going for a pee. I never waved my hand in desperation in class. I never had to skip part of a movie to run to the restroom. I hadn't wet myself since I was a toddler, not even come remotely close, so I certainly didn't need to wear diapers "just in case". So I'm not sure why I did. Respect for advice sincerely given? An abundance of caution? I'm really not sure. But on just my third day on the job I was infinitely glad that I had. Because anyone can have a bad day. I was dying. Maybe I should have taken it a little bit easier with my water bottle. If it's just sitting there I tend to drink mindlessly. Probably I shouldn't have drunk that cup of coffee before my shift to wake myself up. I didn't ever do that again. Whatever. However my bladder was filled it most definitely had been filled. Now it was full. Overfull. I'd fucked up. By the end of my shift I badly needed to go to the toilet. Not enough to be at any risk of an accident or anything though. Just regular badly. It would have still been fine if my replacement for the next shift had turned up. But he didn't. When he was around fifteen minutes late I called up the office to ask what the hold-up was. "Didn't anyone tell you?" A crackly voice fractured down the line. "We had to move Al over to section B. We've called someone in for you. Probably about an hour or so." My heart sunk. I didn't mind the overtime, the money was welcome, I'd accumulated some debts through the fault of mostly others, but I was officially desperate. I asked if they could send someone up to relieve me for a few minutes but I just got an unsympathetic "We don't have the staff right now." I was to learn they never have the staff. Before I started this job I'd always thought that employers had to give people restroom breaks. It turns out that isn't quite true. They have to provide restrooms. They don't have to actually let employees use them. And this particular job, which shall remain nameless, didn't. You could pee before or after your shift. If you needed to go during... tough. Think dry thoughts. Cross your legs. Piss your pants. I didn't know what to do; should I try to hold on and make it to the restroom completely dry? Or should I try to leak slowly into my diaper to take the pressure off? If I tried to hold it and failed I was pretty sure that the diaper would overflow and it would be just as embarrassing as if I had wet myself without one. But deliberately pee myself? I'd never done that before. I wasn't sure I even could. And I had another concern... There was this one time back in college. A group of us had driven to the next town over to watch some band play a shitty bar that had the solitary virtue of not carding. The band sucked, I think we only went because someone had a crush on the bassist. On the way back this girl Maddy, I think her name was, needed to pee but my friend Loz, who was driving, wouldn't stop by the side of the road. I can't remember why, there might have been a good reason, or she might have just been fucking with Maddy for the lolz. Then Maddy started saying that she was literally going to wet herself. Emphasizing the "literally". Loz kept telling her she better not. The other girl in the car, whose name I can't remember, was telling her to let a little bit out to take the pressure off until we could stop. I'm pretty sure I was just laughing at the situation. Eventually Maddy announced that she couldn't wait any longer and she was going to try to pee a little bit. Ten seconds later she was yelling that she couldn't stop. Loz was yelling at her to stop peeing. I was dying laughing. She ended up completely pissing herself. I didn't want that to happen to me. To start to pee and be unable to stop. I wished I'd practiced for this moment safely at home. But, of course, I never thought I'd actually need to use the diapers. They were just a precaution. Just in case. My predecessor had recommended them to me the day of my orientation in a hushed tone, even though no one was nearby. "And one other thing..." She started with a blush. She pulled a plastic package out of a drawer beneath her, my, workstation. Adult diapers. I was shocked. "Hopefully you never need to use them. But you'll be ever so glad you did if you do." She went on to explain, "The shifts are eight hours without a break and sometimes you'll have to work unexpected overtime." I was embarrassed to be having this conversation. Embarrassed this woman was admiring to wearing, and wetting, diapers to me. "I've got a really strong bladder." I assured her. "Good." She couldn't look me in the eye, "That will help. But anyone can have a bad day and if one ever does happen to you..." She shrugged and offered one last suggestion, "Make sure you leak slowly rather than let it all out in a flood. They don't cope with floods well." I was dying. I seriously couldn't sit still without feeling like I might lose control. I wasn't going to make it. Accepting that was surprisingly easy. For the first time in twenty years I was going to wet myself. The only question was, "Could I get away with no one else ever finding out?" I had to try. I glanced to my left and right. No one was particularly nearby. No one looking my way. I held my breath and relaxed. It was easy. Too easy. I almost got lost in the wonderful feeling of finally unlocking my tired and burning muscles and gave in completely. Almost. I clamped down firmly and stopped peeing. That was much harder, much more uncomfortable. I understood what Maddy must have felt. Surely it would be impossible to stop if you were drunk. A hand carefully run over the back of my work skirt felt no sign of wetness. I didn't even feel wet. I'd expected to for some reason. I guess you expect to feel wet if you pee in your pants. But I guess I wasn't wearing pants, not precisely. But, if it was possible, I needed to pee worse than ever. I could feel myself spasming painfully between my legs. I needed to leak again. It took all my muscle strength and all my willpower not to leak again. I had to wait for a while. But I didn't know how long was an appropriate amount of time to wait between peeing a little. Thirty seconds? Ten minutes? I decided I would have to wait five minutes. If I held on for just five more minutes I would let myself pee a little. I swear the second hand was moving backward on my watch. I checked it a thousand times. I sweat panic. Finally five minutes had passed and I peed. For two seconds. A quick, desperate, spurt. Then I clamped my muscles shut again as tightly as I could. My body complained. My pussy felt like it was on fire. But somehow, unbelievably, I managed to stop peeing. The next five minutes was worse. Impossibly worse. I think if I'd been anywhere but work I might have just given up and wet myself. Certainly if I'd been alone. It wouldn't have been worth it. It was only barely worth it. But I really didn't want a reputation as "the girl who wet herself at work". So I had to hang on. Somehow. I counted all three hundred seconds, it took hours, I relaxed at two-nine-nine because it would take a second to start. It was glorious. Better than the last two times. Better than any orgasm. And then, too soon, far too soon, it was over and I had to force my exhausted muscles to stem the flow yet again. They wouldn't. I kept peeing. In a panic I tried again, unwilling to give up, unwilling to have an accident, not now, not here. My body resisted my will at first but ultimately relented, to my endless relief. With dreadful heart I surreptitiously swept a hand underneath my ass expecting to find my seat soaked. But it wasn't. The diaper had held up to even my prolonged leak. Thank God. It was easier to wait five minutes this time. I guess I must have released enough pressure so that my bladder wasn't right at the limits of its capacity. Don't get me wrong, I was still desperate, just not on the brink of an accident desperate. I was getting worried about how much more the diaper could hold though. I really had no idea. I cursed myself again for not testing it out at home. At least with a measured quantity of water if I really couldn't bring myself to pee in it. The next time I leaked it wasn't so bad. Maybe practice was making perfect. I decided I better keep up my schedule though. I didn't want to let myself get so desperate that losing control completely was an inevitability. I didn't keep count, but I think I ended up leaking another five or six times before my relief arrived in the form of a call-in I'd never met before. He came sauntering up to my station with a relaxed air and a lop-sided smile. I'd never been so happy to see anyone. I rushed through the hand-over as quickly as I could without letting on my situation. He seemed to want to chat but I wasn't in a position to indulge him. As soon as I could I gave him a tight smile, wished him a good night, and walked as fast as I could toward to restrooms. Before my relief had arrived I'd been letting myself leak enough that I was actually feeling fairly in control, if getting increasing concerned that the diaper must be nearly full, but now I was on my feet I was once again concerned that a complete accident was imminent. Maybe it was standing up and walking, maybe it was knowing relief was just seconds away. I was dearly tempted to stop in the hallway and let myself leak a little more but visions of finally losing control and making a puddle on the floor twenty steps from the restroom were all too real so I forced myself to wait. I don't know how I managed. I had my skirt around my waist before I'd even fully closed the stall door. I ripped down my tights, tore the tabs of my diaper open, and collapsed onto the toilet, peeing as I sat. It was possibly the longest pee of my life. I didn't keep time, but it felt like I peed for minutes. When I finally finished I balled up the diaper and buried it in the trash beneath a layer of hand towel. It was so heavy. I couldn't believe it was able to absorb that much pee. Thankful though. Because if it hadn't, or if I hadn't been wearing it, I would have absolutely suffered the embarrassment of people knowing I wet myself at work. I never needed them again. I was very, very careful with my fluid intake and after about a year I moved on to different employment. I did recommend the diapers to the woman who replaced me, despite the embarrassment of bringing it up. She seemed skeptical and told me she had a strong bladder. I hope she listened though. Because anyone can have a bad day.
  37. 9 points
    Hi! I'm Molly, and I've been into omorashi for a while now. I found out about this site and I think it looks cool, so I thought I'd share some of my stories. I'm bisexual, but when it comes to omorashi, I swing for girls more. I just love the looks on girls' faces when their pants are covered in piss..... I love to pee my pants. I pee my pants at least 3 times a week. It always feels so great having all that hot piss go all over my legs and ass. I'm sure a lot of people are wondering how I look, too. I'm 117 pounds, I'm 5'5''. I have long brown straight hair. I'm 19, and yes, I still live with my family. I don't really care as I'm on vacation right now from college. When September starts up again I'll be moving back into my dorm. Just so you guys know, I'm not really planning on posting any pics or vids of me wetting myself. Sorry. I'm too shy for that. So anyways, I love drinking a lot before I go to bed at night. I just love the feeling with my bladder full the next day where I have to rush out of bed to make it to the bathroom. I guess it's like an alarm clock for me. So I drank about 3 cups of water before bed last night. I hate pajamas, wearing them I just don't like. So I sleep in my clothes from the day before every night and shower in the morning. It sounds a little gross, but it's like an OCD thing I guess. So I was wearing my faded blue skinny jeans last night with a bright blue v-neck on. I was also wearing a red thong as well. Like I said, I drank about 3 cups of water. I was feeling horny before going to bed, so I ended up masturbating before I slept. Just the thought of waking up the next day made me pretty horny alone. I went to bed, feeling an urge to pee, about a 3 or 4. But this was nothing I couldn't handle, I thought. I went to bed at 9 since I was exhausted from that orgasm. But around 4 o'clock in the morning, I snapped awake. My bladder hurt, and I really needed to pee. I didn't feel like walking out of bed, but I ended up just sucking it up and going. I sat on the toilet, and tried to pee, but for some reason, I couldn't go. I gave up trying and went back into bed. I lay awake for about 10 minutes, still needing to pee. I fell back asleep for about another 2 hours, and woke up at 6. My bladder was really hurting. I seriously needed to pee. I didn't want to go back to the bathroom, because I already did it once and that didn't work out so great. But there was no way I could get back to sleep with the bad urge. I decided that I would pee a little bit in my pants until I could control my urge. So I started to go, with my ass immediately soaking up a lot of piss. I pissed in my pants and bed for about 10 seconds, until I started to see my pee going onto my bed sheets. I almost couldn't stop, I had to shove my hand into my jeans and grab my pussy. There. I felt a little better. My 10 urge went back down to about 7.5. But my piss started to get cold, and my ass was getting bothered by this feeling, so I turned around and slept on my stomach. This made me aroused, and I probably would have masturbated again if I weren't so tired. But that arousal crept its way into my dream. I dreamed that I woke up at 4 in the morning again, and walked into my bathroom. But I couldn't get my skinny jeans unbuttoned, and I really needed to piss, so I sat down on the toilet and just let it all out. My lower body became very warm all of a sudden. All I heard was a hissing, but I didn't hear anything go into the toilet. Wait, what? I thought. Why isn't it going into the toilet? My eyes immediately opened. I could still hear the hissing noise and my legs were now burning in warmth. Shit! I'm wetting the bed! I haven't pissed the bed in a few months now! I tried to position myself to sit on my knees, and I tried shoving my hand in my crotch again to stop it, but I couldn't stop. I admitted defeat, and fell back onto my stomach again, wetting all over the front of my jeans. I looked up, still laying down, and saw a huge puddle creeping in all directions. My stomach became warm and my shirt starting getting very wet. I guess I was moaning, and I guess it was pretty loud, because my mom ran into my room, thinking I was hurt or something. But no, I was indeed wetting my bed. My parents don't know officially of my kinks, but I think they suspect something. But my mom didn't see at first that I was wetting all over my bed and clothes. ""Molly! Are you okay? Wait, what...." I didn't even realize she came into my room until she said that. I turned, and saw her there. But I was still peeing, I still had some left in my bladder. "Mom!" I said. "Uh...w-what do y-y-you need?" "I heard you moaning, I thought you were hurt, and, well, you wet the bed!" There was no denying it. I couldn't hide it, other than the fact that I was still laying on my stomach on most of the mess, but she could tell from my wet ass and uncovered parts of the puddle I made, that I did wet the bed. I blushed. I didn't even look at her. I couldn't. "What kind of child do you think you are, Molly? You are 19 years old! You are not some little kid! I expect you to clean this mess up by the time I get home from work! No kid of mine is gonna do that sort of shit in my house." She left the room, and I started crying into my pillow. She couldn't and wouldn't understand what even happened really. I sat up finally, and looked at the mess I made. There was a HUGE puddle on my bed. My sheets were absolutely soaked, probably stained that way now. They soaked up my piss after 5-10 minutes. I felt my jeans. The front of my thighs were dark and soaked. My shirt? The bottom of it was wet, too. What a mess. It's been about an hour since I woke up to that mess. I still haven't cleaned it up yet, I'll do it later. In fact, I'm still wearing my clothes that I had my accident in. I feel so naughty and dirty. I'll get back to you guys on what happens soon. UPDATE I finally took off my pants and put them in the laundry. My thong is still absolutely wet. It's soaked. I threw all of my clothes in the laundry, and stayed home alone, naked. I was pretty aroused by all of what happened, and how naughty I felt, so I masturbated some more. I had a huge orgasm, and between me and everyone here....I squirted a lot if anyone cares to know. I feel so naughty by all of this, but I'm so proud of how big of a mess I made. My room reeks of piss, and I'm sure my mom is gonna have more to say to me when she gets home from work. That's it guys! I hope this wasn't too boring!
  38. 9 points
    It's about time I committed this little fantasy to paper. Enjoy. I lie listening to the purr of my sleeping step sisters. The three of us girls share our bedroom and washroom. We needn't in a house this big, but our relationships our so close we wouldn't have it any other way. They are younger the me. Cuter. I am wide awake. I really need to pee, I deliberately didn't before bed. Now I can slip silently from my covers and slide out a simple pile of textiles- a blue top, skinny black cardigan and skin tight dark jeans, all folded neatly and placed atop a small towel. Crouching at my bedside puts welcome pressure on my bladder, so I hesitate for a moment before stepping into the washroom. Despite her age, poor Lilly (the older of my two step sisters) has not yet managed a dry night. Her bladder is like clockwork so I know by now she would have had her accident. As expected, her used pull-up is the only thing in the bin. She hasn't peed in it much, but I take comfort in touching the damp pulp. She was clearly laying on her side, because it is wetter along one edge. Delicately, and in such a way as to not to make a sound, I remove my pyjamas and stretch the pull up around my waist. It's nice to feel it in place. My secret pleasure. With my top and stretch cardigan on and jeans with towel folded over one arm, I re-enter the sleeping bedroom. I pause at the end of Lilly's bed, allowing just a momentary lapse in my muscles. An immediate gush fills my crutch with warmth. It is blissful. I go again. This time the room's silence is broken as a dribble leaks from the small pull-up and splashes on the hard floor. The spill doesn't alarm me, I just swing my hips to slosh my extravagant outburst until it soaks in around my bottom. A quick but silent wipe of the floor and I leave past my parent's room. Their light is on, their door closed. There is no sound. Downstairs I glide through the halls and out the Gardner's door. The moonlight is crisp. There's a gentle breeze. As the night air wraps around my bare legs, I can't help but again pause again to briefly warm my crotch. Outside the silence is so serene that the hiss seems as loud as birdsong. I welcome the bursts, allowing them to grow in length until the pull-up bulges pleasantly between my legs. A few stray trickles reach my knees, which I dab away before putting on the jeans. They are cold, dry, and pleasingly tight. They hug the heavy pants and push their wet padding comfortingly around my crotch. It’s like a warm embrace. I pee more. The grass tickles my toes as I cross the lawn, the soil a soft carpet beneath my feet. Across the tranquil garden there is the summer house- a joyful play area by day, by night my private retreat. On a night this clear, it is flooded with the silky smooth moonlight the pours through the large windows. I leave the door open, there's no need for privacy in this remote place. There's an expensive rug on the floor which I pull away to reveal the wooden floor. I have teased my bladder with many leaks now. I'm ready for more. Using the folded towel as a cushion, I kneel and stroke the outside of my jeans. Everything falls silent. My heart skipps. Then the little room is filled with a loud hiss. Heat quickly spreads. I feel it soaking every inch of my crotch and lapping up around my bottom. The padding at the font of the pull up bulges under my jeans, which are so tight the filling pants are forces to squeeze against me. It's not long before I feel trickles leaking from the sides and warming my jeans. Damp patches are appearing. They glicen in the silver moonlight as pee soakes into the denim. I push harder against my crotch, delighting in the pleasure and forcing more dark spills to lick my jeans. Before my bladder is empty I find my hand wandering past the waistband of the saturated pull up. My long fingers ebraced by the warm, soft pulp. I endulge myself in the great pleasures my nible fingers bring, sinking back to lay on the floor and allowing every muscle to be overwealmed by the wonderful climax.
  39. 8 points
    Raw Film Scene View File In this scene from the French film Raw, a college student (Ella Rumpf) unsuccessfully tries to teach her sister (Garance Marillier) how to pee standing up. It looks like the actresses peed for real, and apparently Rumpf confirmed this in an interview. Submitter PPP Submitted 09/22/2017 Category Peeing  
  40. 8 points
    I've been searching around on pornhub and came across some videos. I did a search here of the title of the video and didn't get anything to show up for what I have found on pornhub. I do hope that these videos haven't been posted already and if they have been, I do apologize about the re-post of them. La cochonne fait Pipi dans son short.mp4 Norwegian desperate pissing in leggings.mp4 Orgasming while pissing my little panties (sorry so shaky!).mp4 Peeing in white pants.mp4 Pipi pantalon pyjama.mp4 Sugar Thighs Pee Her Jeans.mp4 Valeryandconyxx Masturbation And Wets My Shorts.mp4
  41. 8 points

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    A small flash game I came across. Found it in gurochan, of all places. Original DLsite link (Japanese): www.dlsite.com/maniax-touch/work/=/product_id/RJ167201.html I left my locale set to Japan, so I don't know if system locale must be changed. It has an apk if you feel like playing it on mobile. (Thanks @Kotouru!) FAIR WARNING: An unhealthy amount of scat. Don't say I didn't warn you. HOW TO PLAY: 1. Go to game.exe 2. Press play 3. Click on her stomach, rapidly. 4. ??? 5. Profit

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  42. 8 points

    Version 1.0.0

    This comic is a visual retelling of a story found on the ToiletStool.com forums about a girl who peed herself in terror on a theme park ride called the fear fall, and her twin sister who wet her pants laughing at the narrator's plight. I've made all artwork and the true fun was drawing and coloring these so for a small fee you can enjoy it as well. You get both the original high quality colored scan of my drawing, plus a scaled down compressed version easier for reading. I hope you enjoy, there's more to come!

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  43. 8 points
    I found this girl drawings while going through Twitter, these are really good!
  44. 8 points
    No offence, but tasting some random liquid on the floor is totally disgusting. Did you even think about the festering bacteria on the floor from peoples shoes, god knows what they've stepped on. For all you could have know, it could be some dudes piss...
  45. 8 points

    Version 1.0.0

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    23 almost-made-it wettings. Some feature walks of shame complete with futile attempts to hide the damage as they emerge from the restroom. All wettings featured are in tight jeans, pants, or shorts. Product code in the image below. Yes, these file sizes are huge, but that's the trade-off for immaculate picture quality and not having to download more files than your daily limit would allow. That's my reasoning at least. Anyway, enjoy!

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  46. 8 points

    Version 1.0.0

    3,517 downloads

    Here are some videos I managed to salvage from gottagolottie's Tumblr account before it got taken down. These might even be my favourite omo vids of all times, Lottie is absolutely adorable. So if these are new to you, enjoy! If they're not, at least here's a backup of stuff that might otherwise be gone forever.

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  47. 8 points
    Yes. She is a human being with a functioning urinary system.
  48. 7 points
    "Can I add an additional clause to the contract?" Minty asked, crossing her legs. Belle shook her head. "The contract between master and servant cannot be altered by any party. "All right, I'll accept." Having a little imp servant seemed like an interesting idea. But for the moment, Minty was having the problem of needing to pee. There was no doubt that Belle could see it. Urine flowing down Minty's legs as she uselessly struggled to hold it all in. Her muscles had been involuntarily releasing and contracting at this point, causing pee to come out in little bursts. Her thighs were quite wet by now, even though only a few seconds had passed. But what was worse was that each time she leaked, Minty's clit began to pulse with feelings of pleasure. Trying to hold back the torrent of pee within her while also trying to hold back an orgasm... it was misery. "Master..." said Belle, "Why don't you just go ahead and pee? No one here is going to hold it against you." "B-But if I do," whimpered Minty, "I'll... have an..." Belle chucked "Yes, you will. And it would be my pleasure to watch." "You want to watch me have an orgasm!?" Minty blushed. She felt both creeped out and flattered. "I may be a mere imp, but my nature is that of a succubus." Belle explained. "And that nature demands I watch as you lose control of yourself!" Minty was about to say something just as her bladder let loose a large stream of pee. She tried to regain control of herself, but that last burst put her on the edge of an orgasm. Minty squealed as her pussy began to burn with intense sensations of bliss. "That's it, master." said Belle, "Just let it out..." She couldn't fight it anymore. It hurt too much at this point. And there wasn't really a reason not to pee here, right? It was just some basement in the arena that looked like it hadn't been touched in ages. No one would be concerned about a puddle of urine. And so Minty let it all out. Pee burst forth from her with great intensity once again, getting a slight arc from where she stood. The room began to echo with the sound of her fluids spraying all over the floor. It was almost embarrassing how loud her peeing was, but it was hardly the thing Minty was focusing on. No. Only a few seconds after she began peeing was Minty's body overcome by feelings of lust and pleasure. Her first instinct was to began fingering herself while she peed, but something about the feeling of all that liquid rushing out of her body was causing something to well up within her. That faint pulse of pleasure in her clit suddenly exploded. Minty squeezed her eyes shut as she fell down on her butt, back rested against the wall. "H-Holy...!" Her heart felt like it was going to burst as much as her bladder was. Minty's body was overtaken by a rush of pleasure, and she let out a audible moan in response. How wonderful it felt to climax just from peeing. Minty wished she could pause that moment... that feeling. By the time her senses returned to her, Minty saw the long stream of pee that was erupting from between her legs. Even after all this time, she was still peeing, and creating one of the largest puddles she had ever produced. But for now, as her body started to come down from the orgasm, she was content to just watch the fountain of urine she was making. Belle chuckled mischievously. "A fine display, master! Your facial expressions were most gratifying!" "Glad you... enjoyed the show." Minty panted. She looked back over at Scarlette, who was still collapsed on the floor. If she was aware of Minty's little episode, she didn't react at all. "I enjoyed it a lot!" said Belle. "Now then, shall we get your friend back to your room?" Minty nodded as she finally finished peeing. Unfortunately, she had gotten quite a bit of it on herself. Not only from the earlier leaking, but it quickly pooled around her butt where she sat. Not something that really concerned her in the moment, but Minty knew she'd have to wash it off eventually, or risk stinking of pee. But for now, she scooped the tiny silver-haired girl in her arms and brought and started to carry her back. === At last, they arrived back in Minty's dorm room. What a day it had been. Chasing demons was no small task and it left Minty completely exhausted. She couldn't wait to flop into bed and sleep. First, she laid Scarlette down on the couch. "Thanks, Minty..." the girl said softly. "Don't mention it." said Minty. "How are you holding up?" "About as well as could be expected..." answered Scarlette. Minty laid a sympathetic hand upon Scarlette's hand. "You fought very bravely." "So did you." Scarlette smiled, "I have a feeling you'll go far in the Arena." Minty had almost forgotten. In light of all this demon business, she had forgotten about facing the rest of the Arena combatants. She would have to schedule another match soon. "I'm impressed that you were able to withstand the demon's curse." said Minty. "Well... about that." said Scarlette. "I didn't actually resist it." "What do you mean?" Scarlette began to squirm where she lay; her hands hovering just above her privates. She gave Minty a worried smile. It was... kind of cute. "I'm sorry..." Scarlette said, "I should have said something sooner." Minty sighed. She was far too tired to carry Scarlette to the bathroom. "You can just go on the floor. I don't mind. You wouldn't be the first." "Are you sure?" Scarlette asked, her face was turning rather red. "My bladder holds more than you might think." Scarlette needs to pee. What should I do? [Sexual Tension: None] > Tell her it's okay to pee on the floor. > Search for something that she can pee into. > Try and carry her to the bathroom anyway. > Ask her to hold it. > Offer to drink her pee. > Other
  49. 7 points
    @trackboy You should be listening to the things I and this user are saying. This isn't about holding. This isn't about weights, this isn't about jobs, I don't give the slightest shit. I don't care what you THINK might be a spinned tale. What any of us THINK doesn't matter. If this is an actual email exchange you have had, administration will be notified and potentially serious (potentially legal) action might be taken. And that is that. I'm hoping you tell me that this is a big elaborate hoax, because otherwise this is a serious situation.
  50. 7 points
    Turning the Blue Ocean Yellow Fire Emblem Heroes fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to Captain L for editing The morning sun peeked over a horizon of ocean water, casting a romantic orange light across a large beach. However, the group of warriors currently traversing its shores did not have romance in mind. Their intentions were more virtuous, if not dangerous. At some point, the leader of the group, the red-headed Commander Anna of Askr, stopped walking and lowered her axe to the sand. “Alright, this spot looks as good as any,” she called out, “Everybody gather round! You two, up front! You'll wanna hear this.” She pointed to the two white-haired ladies in the group, Princess Corrin from the World of Conquest and Robin, tactician of the Ylissean shepherds. Unlike the rest of their entourage, who were dressed in armor and traveling clothes, these women wore attire made for the beach. Corrin looked like any other vacationer in her frilly black and white bikini and flower wreath, the only exception being the wyvern she was sitting atop. Robin stood out a bit more as she had decided to continue wearing her longcoat and boots, though she left the former open to show off her purple swimwear. More puzzling than that were the various fishing tools and nets already full of sea creatures that she carried with her. “So these are the southern beaches of Askr,” said Corrin, dismounting from her dragon and staring in awe. “I had heard stories of their beauty, but it really is something else to see it for myself.” Robin smiled next to her. “I agree. It's easy to see why this place attracts so many tourists and fishermen.” “That's right,” said Anna, “These beaches have always been a good source of food and income, not just for Askr, but the nearby fishing communities too.” Her smile lowered into a frown. “That is, until bandits showed up and started harassing everyone here. Now, you'd be lucky to find anyone but the most daring of beach-goers.” Just as she had said, the shores were vacant as far as they could see, the only souls around being the current company. “I assume these bandits are why we have been called here,” said Ike of Crimea, crossing his arms. “But if I may ask, shouldn't a simple bandit problem be dealt with by our forces stationed down here instead of pulling manpower from the castle?” “Normally, yes,” responded Anna, “But we’ve had a squad of soldiers desert from our army recently, and we have good reason to suspect these bandits are our deserters.” “How disgusting,” said Princess Sheena of Gra, “Do these men not have a shred of pride for their homeland?” Anna shook her head. “None whatsoever, and aside from attacking innocent people and tarnishing the good name of Askr, they have information that could cause trouble for us if it fell into the wrong hands. Their capture is a top priority.” Prince Alfonse was next to speak. “Okay, but the shoreline stretches on for almost a mile, and it borders a dense forest. It could be days or weeks before we find them, and that’s assuming they don’t leave the area.” “Right again. Combing the beach would take far more time than we have to spare.” Anna then grew a slightly devious smile. “Which is why we’re going to bring the bandits to us instead.” The group fell silent, unable to think of anything to say at first. “Err, and how do you propose we do that?” asked Alfonse. “Glad you asked!” Anna pointed towards the two scantily-clad women. “We’re going to use these lovely ladies here to draw them out of hiding!” “Use… us?” asked Corrin, eyebrow raised in confusion. Is this why she asked us to dress this way? Robin’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I get it now! You want us to hang around here and act as bait for the bandits.” “Gold star for Robin!” Anna put a finger to her chin. “It’s the perfect trap. Two unsuspecting girls by themselves on the beach, wearing nothing but their swimwear and basically defenseless. What self-respecting thug could pass up an opportunity like that?” “A bait ploy? Are you sure this will be safe?” asked Alfonse. “Yeah, it seems kinda dangerous just leaving these two out in the open,” chimed in his sister Sharena. “If you’d like, I could change into my swimsuit and hang out with them, too. It’d be another pair of hands to fight back if something goes wrong.” Still, Anna’s expression remained unchanged. “Don’t worry, you two, this plan comes straight from Kiran, and they haven’t failed us yet. While our girls lounge about, we’ll be hiding just out of sight for when the bandits show up. And I appreciate the enthusiasm, Sharena, but you’re the acting princess of Askr, and they might suspect something’s up if they recognize you.” She then eyeballed Corrin and Robin. “Plus, these two have a certain… quality to them that I think will make them extra irresistible to our targets.” Robin felt her face growing warm and her arm unconsciously moving in front of her chest. “W-we do?” “Yup, now listen carefully.” Anna walked over to the swimsuit-clad ladies. “The trick to being good bait is to act natural. Do some fishing, go for a swim, catch some sunlight, even build a sandcastle if you want. Just make sure you stay near this spot and keep your weapons close by. We can’t guarantee your safety if you’re too far away from us.” Robin nodded and smiled. “I have to admit I’ve never played the role of bait, but I’m sure it’ll be a good learning experience.” “Me too,” said Corrin with a giggle, “Although it sounds like I may have trouble remembering I’m supposed to be luring out dangerous bandits.” “That’s the spirit!” beamed Anna. “Oh, and one last thing,” she said, leaning in close. “If you happen to hear any clicking noises, don’t worry about them. That’s just me doing some extra reconnaissance.” She leaned back with a wink. Alfonse then leaned into Sharena’s ear and whispered “I knew she was plotting something,” to which Sharena nodded. Anna returned to the center of the group and picked her axe up. “Okay, everybody! Let’s find a good hiding spot and get this plan moving! We’ve got some bandits to catch!” The entire group, save for Corrin and Robin, dispersed, some hiding in the nearby woods, with others, including Corrin’s wyvern, going towards the remains of what was once a beachside outpost. A couple minutes later, and it looked as if they were the only ones on the entire beach. They soon went to work setting out their beach. “Well, here we are, just two girls hanging out on the beach,” said Corrin while she laid out her towel, its design matching the color and patterns of her bikini. “Indeed,” said Robin, taking a look at her fishing gear. “It may not be the exact conditions I wanted, but I’ve always been interested in studying the sea life up close.” Corrin paused for a moment to take in the senses of the beach, from the cool salty breeze to the ocean’s deep blue to the warm sand between her toes. “This place is so beautiful. I wish the rest of my family could have joined us, even if they had to get in a battle.” Robin giggled. “Some of the shepherds back home would probably love the idea of fighting while on vacation.” “That sounds like my family. I have a feeling they would find something to turn into a competition even out here,” said Corrin, scratching her cheek. “Heh heh, I guess even across worlds, some things just don’t change.” Robin lifted up her fishing trident. “So what are you planning to do first? I’d say what my plan is, but I think it’s a bit obvious.” Corrin sat down on her towel. “Well, I was going to see if there were any seashells to collect, and then maybe go for a swim.” She reached into a bag and pulled out a jar containing a white substance. “But first, I think we should apply this cream Camilla had me bring along.” “A cream? What for?” “She says it’s to keep from getting sunburnt,” said Corrin as she scooped some of the cream out. “We might be here for a while, so it would definitely be a good idea.” “I’ll certainly take some if you’re offering,” said Robin, sitting down on her purple towel and removing her cloak. “I suppose we can cover each other’s backs while we’re at it, if you don’t mind the contact.” “No, it’s fine. It beats a sore, red back any day.” And so, the ladies went about applying the cream onto themselves, enjoying the cool feeling and pleasant smell on their skin. As they rubbed it onto each other’s backs, they both noticed the clicking noise Anna told them about grew more frequent, but continued regardless. Even though they were part of a dangerous plan, neither girl could feel anything but optimistic about how the rest of the day would turn out. I hope those bandits show up soon. Corrin was not naive enough to think their target would appear immediately. It was a big beach, and the bandits may not even come out to attack today. Still, as the hours added up and the sun rose higher and higher, she was finding her patience starting to wear thin. She had already gathered all the seashells nearby, and was now idly thumbing through her magic tome disguised as a book on aquatic life to make the time go by faster. But the biggest reason for her impatience was the growing pressure between her legs. She and Robin knew the dangers of drinking ocean water, so they had brought a good deal of drinks to keep themselves hydrated under the hot sun. Since then, that water had plenty of time to make its way through her body, and now it wanted out, preferably as soon as possible. Corrin wiggled her bottom against the towel to ease the strain on her bladder. She may have been on the beach, but she was still picky about where she wanted to let go. The thought of simply relieving herself in full view of an entire squad of heroes mortified her, and there was nowhere nearby she could hide herself well enough. Not on land, at least. Corrin found herself eyeing the ocean now, with its waves of who knows how much water endlessly crashing upon the shore, its suggestive sounds especially picking up in her sensitive ears. She wasn’t too keen on it, but it was the best option she had for a discrete bathroom break. The only problem was the other person in the ocean. Robin had been fishing nonstop, and was still in the water doing just that. Aside from the general weirdness and grossness of peeing in waters occupied by someone else, she did not want to disturb the fish and unintentionally sabotage Robin. She would need to wait for her to take a break before relief could be had. The gods seemed to smile on Corrin, for less than a minute later, Robin picked up her fishing stuff and walked back to their spot. “Urgh, the shepherds made spear-fishing look a lot easier than it actually is,” she commented while dropping her gear next to her towel. “Don't tell me you didn't catch a single fish that whole time,” said Corrin in a playful voice. Robin lifted her harpoon up to show a decent-sized trout stuck on the middle tip. “Aside from this guy that got stuck on the rocks, I got nothing you couldn’t pick up with your bare hands. Seems I have a while to go before I master the ways of the fisherman.” Corrin smiled in earnest. “Don't worry, I'm sure your friends had just as tough a time on their first fishing trip.” “Maybe, but they probably didn’t have an audience keeping an eye on them.” Robin glanced away from Corrin eyes and frowned. “Um, are you doing alright?” Only then did Corrin realize that she had not stopped her squirming, which she promptly corrected. “Oh! Um, I’m okay. It’s nothing serious.” At this, Robin tilted her head. “Is there anything I can do to help you at least?” As much as she wanted to be delicate about her problem, Corrin realized there was no point in hiding it. They were grown adults, surely Robin would understand. She sighed and replied, “No, I just, um… have had a lot to drink, and n-need to relieve my body of those drinks.” It was a roundabout way of saying it, but Corrin still felt a little embarrassed to admit that. An unconventional princess she may be, but some of her royal upbringing had stuck with her. “Oh,” said Robin at first, her expression unchanging. Just a moment later, however, she pursed her lips and closed her eyes. “Mmm!” she groaned. “What’s wrong?” Corrin got up to her feet. I hope she wasn’t too grossed out. “Um, n-nothing,” said Robin, opening her eyes. “I guess I was too focused on fishing to pay attention, but, well…”Robin let her actions speak for the next part, opting to put her legs together and wiggle her hips. Corrin’s eyes widened a bit as it dawned on her. “Oh, you too?” “With the waiting and the water I’ve been drinking, I guess it was bound to happen eventually,” replied Robin with a blush. “Though I was hoping our bandits would have shown up before I needed to take care of it.” “Don’t worry, I thought the same thing.” Corrin looked over to the shores. “In fact, I was just about to go into the water and, um, let nature run its course.” Robin mimicked Corrin’s gaze. “That sounds like a smart plan. Should we take turns, or…?” Corrin shrugged. “I don’t see the harm in going in at the same time. Just as long as we have our space, of course.” Robin nodded and grinned. “Works for me. Now let’s get in there before-” “Going somewhere, ladies?” If the girls had hair anywhere but their head, it now stood on edge. They both turned to the source of the gravelly voice, confirming their fears. Several men approached the ladies, each of them carrying some kind of weapon and menacing grin, making it clear they were not here for a good reason. Gods, why now? thought Corrin, her bladder pulsing harder knowing that her relief had been denied. Not this again. “What’s the rush?” said the bandit in front. “We were all hoping to have a chat with you.” “Whatever you have to talk about, we’re not interested,” said Robin. To this, the thug pulled out a sword made of silver and pointed at the girls. “Oh, but I think you really should be. I have your attention now?” Corrin looked closely at the sword, then over to the man’s armor, a striking white and gold, save for the loin-cloth he wore above his long boots. “That sword and armor… they’re from the Askran army, aren’t they?” “An expert, are we?” the thug chuckled. “Well, they’re getting a lot better use out here than they were fighting in a fool’s war, I’ll tell you that much.” “You call harassing innocent people a good use of weapons?” asked Robin, gritting her teeth. “You really going to lecture me at the end of a sword?” The bandit got right up in Robin’s face. Much as she wanted to, the strategist knew that acting now would be foolish, so she remained silent, her hand gripping the harpoon harder. “I didn’t think so.” The man then turned around and walked into the middle of his gang. “You all know the drill. Gold, gear, fish, any other valuables you find, take it all. Be as rough as you want. I don’t like the way they looked at me.” At this, some of the bandits walked forward, one of them reaching his hand out towards the ladies. “Hope you aren’t too fond of those swimsuits, because they’re coming right off-FAAAAAAGH!” The perverted thug reeled back and quickly grabbed his wrist. He held out his hand, revealing the arrow now sticking through it to everyone nearby. “Wuh… what the…!?” yelled the bandit next to him, and many of the others adopted a look of shock that conveyed the same thought. He didn't get anymore out, for Robin made her move right then. She struck him in the gut with the butt of her harpoon, then swung the spear end at his head as he doubled over. The bandit stumbled backwards with a nasty cut and the smell of fish across his face. Meanwhile, Corrin saw another thug raising his bow and aiming it in the direction of the arrow’s source. That would not be happening. She opened her tome and focused her energy until a blast of water and fish-shaped projectiles flew out, sending the archer tumbling into the sand before his arrow could be loosed. They had taken them by surprise, but the girl’s attacks put the bandits’ attention back onto them. Several of them drew their weapons and walked towards them with scowls deep enough to intimidate even the fiercest warriors. Strong as they were, Corrin and Robin could not take on all of them at once, thus they slowly backed away until they felt the feeling of wet sand on their feet. The ocean was right behind them, and they could retreat no further. But before the thugs could close the gap, a deafening shriek forced them to stop and plug their ears. A small gust of wind blew all around them as a wyvern, Corrin’s wyvern, landed between them. “J-just what’s going on here!?” shouted a bandit. “W-who are these women!?” screamed another. Corrin gasped in surprise, but also wasted no time in grabbing onto her dragon and hoisting herself onto its back. I really need to thank Camilla for loaning me her wyvern when I get back, she thought while extending her hand to Robin. “Grab on, quick!” she yelled. “R-right!” Robin took Corrin’s hand and was soon pulled onto the wyvern’s saddle. As if on instinct, the dragon took off and flew over the bandits, coming to rest next to a squad of the heroes, who had finally come out of hiding with their weapons drawn. “Attention, bandits!” declared Anna from their side. “In the name of Askr, you are all charged with desertion and highway robbery! Surrender yourselves at once!” “Do not make this hard on yourself,” called out Ike, “Lay your weapons down now, or we will show no mercy!” The bandits exchanged looks, many of which a mix of shock and panic. Several of them spoke one after the other. “We… we’ve been had!” “Those ladies were a trap! I knew they looked too good to be true!” “I don’t know if we can get out of this one-” The last bandit to talk received a blow to the cheek with the butt of the leader’s sword. “Quit your blubbering! Do you really want to spend the rest of your days rotting in a prison cell? Now either show them not to mess with us, or I kill you myself!” Despite the threat in his pep talk, the bandits’ entire demeanor changed from panic and confusion to fury and determination. They all raised their weapons and gave their battle cries, then rushed forward with intent to kill. Corrin swallowed and said, “Of course, they couldn’t make it easy for us.” “They never do,” said Anna, “Alright, everyone! Time to show these quitters what it means to fight for the name of Askr!” Askran recruits underwent a tough training regimen before they could officially join the ranks as proper soldiers. This training was evident in the deserters turned bandits, as they put up a tough fight against the Order of Heroes. Their weapons and gear being of high caliber only made their prowess that much deadlier. But for as much experience they had, it could not match the strength and tenacity of the legendary heroes on Corrin and Robin’s side. From atop their wyvern, they could see that the battle was slowly edging towards their favor. Between Corrin casting spells from up high and Robin relaying tactics, the two of them were certainly doing their part to ensure the heroes’ victory as well. If only they could win faster, Corrin lamented. Though they were fighting, the powerful discomfort from her bladder continued to occupy the back of her mind. It especially did not help that riding atop a dragon meant her legs were separated, forcing her pelvic muscles to work even harder to prevent an early release. Even pressing a hand to her groin every now and then did little to ease her need. “Eep!” Corrin gasped as she heard this sound come from the lady behind her. “Robin! You okay?” she said, turning her head as much as she could. Please don’t tell me an arrow hit her! “Y-yes,” responded a red-faced Robin, “I just… let a little bit slip out.” Her fears unfounded, Corrin let out a breath of relief, even if it was another reminder of how badly she needed to pee. “It’s okay. The bandits can’t hold out much longer. Once they’re beaten, I’ll land us near the ocean so we can both take care of it.” “I-I know. I’m not giving up just yet… wait, look over there!” Robin pointed in the direction of the outpost ruins. Following her friend’s finger, Corrin could make out one of the bandits making a run for it in the confusion of battle. Wasting no time, she flew over to Anna, who had just finished landing the finishing blow on the thug attacking her. “Anna!” Corrin called out, “One of the deserters is trying to escape!” Hearing this, Anna turned to the ladies in the sky. “Chase him down! We can’t let a single one of them get away!” “But what of the fight here?” asked Robin. “We’ve got things under control here, now get going!” “On it!” Corrin spurred the wyvern, and it took off in the direction of the outpost. They had hoped to catch the runaway before he could duck inside the one remaining structure of the ruins. Unfortunately, they had not reached the halfway point when they saw him run inside, dashing that hope. “Shoot, what’s the plan now?” said Corrin, “Should we circle the building and make sure he doesn’t run back outside?” “No chance, we need to get in there and subdue him now,” replied Robin. “Wait, seriously?” Corrin turned her head. “We might outnumber him, but he could still get the drop on us in there.” Robin’s serious expression remained unchanged. “We have no choice. If it turns out that building has an old escape tunnel, he might be able to get away.” Though it was just the two of them, Robin leaned in and spoke in a quieter voice. “That, and I really don’t want to cover this wyvern in my bodily fluids.” Hearing the second reason caused another pulse of pain from Corrin’s bladder, making her wince. “Urgh, alright, it looks like there are only two ways in and out of the building. I’ll let you down near the front, then I’ll swing around and enter from the back. We’ll trap him with a pincer attack.” “Couldn’t think of anything better myself,” Robin replied. Corrin steered the wyvern just in front of the entrance to the structure, letting it come to a landing and allowing Robin to climb off. “Stay on your guard. We have no idea what it’s like in there,” said Corrin before she spurred the wyvern back into flight. She circled the building, keeping an eye out for the bandit in case he ran straight through, and landed outside the rear entrance. She then swung one leg over to the other, and hopped out of the saddle, her feet hitting the sand. “Ooh!” The sudden jolt of her landing proved a bit stronger than what her bladder could handle. A spurt of warmth hit her bottoms, making Corrin snap her legs shut and grab at her groin. She whimpered and her sharp incisor became visible as she twisted in place, putting all her strength into holding back the oncoming flood, if only for just a little bit longer. It hurt, but eventually she managed to regain control of her bladder muscles again. Not that took any sense of success from it; the fact that she, a grown princess, had to resort to dancing like a little kid to prevent an accident was a bit humiliating. At least nobody was there to witness it. “Come on, just one more bandit,” Corrin told herself. “Then I can get Robin and we can-” “Aaaah!” That was Robin screaming, and it was coming from inside. In an instant, Corrin forgot about her need to pee, and ran inside without further hesitation. Her mind raced with horrifying thoughts as to why Robin let out such a yell, enough that she only took in the basics of the building’s interior, that of a former storehouse with the occasional rotted barrel and crate laying about. She darted her head all around the room, looking for any signs of her friend or the bandit, hoping against hope that there was still an ally to rescue. “Hold it, wench!” Corrin stopped cold and slowly turned in the direction of the voice, nearly balking at what she saw. The leader of the deserters was standing directly behind an unarmed Robin, his arm wrapped around her stomach while he held a dagger to her neck. “Robin!” she called out, raising her hand as if to grab at her. “Not one more step, or I cut her open like freshly-caught trout!” yelled the thug, pulling her just a little closer and making her squeak. Corrin had little choice but to abide by his words. “If… if you hurt her-” “Hey, I’m doing the talking now!” the thief interrupted. “I'll make this simple. You give me that dragon of yours, and I let this one run free. Any funny business, and I paint the floors with her blood, got it?” Panic swelled within Corrin’s mind and heart. What was she going to do now? She could never let the deserter get away, potentially telling what he knows about Askr’s military to the wrong people and causing serious problems. At the same time, she couldn’t think of any other way to keep Robin alive, who was probably scared out of her mind. But then she looked right at Robin, and realized something. Robin’s face and eyes were tense, but it was not a look of fear on her. Rather, it was more of a determined expression, of calm resolve in a dangerous storm. Staring at Robin’s stoic face even while someone had a weapon at her throat helped put Corrin’s panic at ease. She relaxed her teeth, which she had been gritting the whole time, and looked the bandit dead in the eyes. “What? Do I gotta carve it out for you on her neck?” asked the deserter. “Give me your dragon, or she dies!” “I understand perfectly,” said Corrin in a calm voice, “But I also know that there is no way out of here for you.” “Says the bimbo in a bikini! I’m the one with the dagger against someone’s throat!” “Yes, that’s all you have, but I have three good reasons why you have no chance of winning.” To this, the bandit raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Name ‘em.” “The first is my wyvern.” Corrin glanced to the doorway where her mount was still visible. “It will only obey me and its original owner. You would never get it to take flight with you at the reins.” “Pfft, you expect me to believe that? Now quit your stalling and move outta the way so’s I can make my way outta here.” “The second is your bargaining chip there,” said an unmoving Corrin. “Hah! You gonna tell me you don’t give a flip about your friend here? I know you hero types. You’d all rather give up everything you have than see someone you know bite the dust.” “You’re right in that I’d never want to see her get hurt, but even if you were to take her life here and now, our summoner friend could simply call her back like nothing happened. I have no reason to not attack you right now, even with her in your arms.” The bandit immediately quit smiling. “Call her… what!? Now you’re just talking nonsense!” “My final reason,” continued Corrin, “Do you know who you have in your arms? That’s no mere ‘bimbo’ there, but a master tactician.” “And why should I care about that?” “Because she always has a plan, and you lost this fight a long time ago.” “Fool, I haven’t lost a-AAAAAAAAAARGH!” It was at this moment that Robin’s plan became obvious to everyone in the room. While Corrin talked to the bandit and kept him distracted, Robin had slowly reached into her inner coat pocket and pulled out a baby snapping turtle taken from the beach. She carefully maneuvered it underneath the bandit’s loin-cloth, and the turtle eagerly bit down on whatever it found under there. The bandit’s eyes shot open from the sharp, agonizing pain. He dropped the dagger in his reaction, and without anything keeping her there anymore, Robin pushed out of his grasp and dove to the side. “Now!” she yelled. Hearing and seeing her friend safely out of the way, Corrin opened her tome and channeled as much power into it as she could. “You’re sunk!” she yelled as an especially-strong jet of water and fish launched out, striking the bandit. He flew backwards and crashed clean through the building’s outer wall, revealing the ocean outside. It took a few seconds for the dust and rubble to settle, but the bandit eventually lifted his head up, his eyes unfocused and cloudy. “I... I don’t wanna go swimming, mommy!” was all he said before passing out. The turtle slowly walked away from him, making a motion with its head akin to coughing. Corrin lowered her tome and sighed in happiness. Victory was theirs today, and with nobody worse for the wear. At least, not that she knew of. “Are you alright, Robin?” she asked, turning to her friend, but upon seeing her, all the stress came back to her once more. Rather than standing up, Robin was hunched over and supporting herself on a crate, her whole body trembling. “I… I…” she mumbled, her face clearly showing strain. “What? What is it!?” said Corrin, running to her side. Kiran may be able to revive them just like she said, but that didn’t mean she wanted to see her friend hurt and dying. “I… gotta pee!” yelled Robin as she suddenly stood upright, twisted her legs, and shoved her hand onto her groin. A couple drops of liquid fell from her bottoms and hit the ground. Corrin was slightly taken aback at the sudden outburst, but the sight of Robin on the verge of wetting herself only renewed her own need for relief. Another spurt escaped from her and into her swimsuit, finally enough to break the barrier and start dripping onto the ground. “Gah, me too!” she gasped, quickly mimicking Robin’s potty dance. “I… don’t think I can hold on any longer. W-what are we gonna do?” “T-The ocean! Quick!” Robin wasted no time half-running half-waddling through the gap in the wall. “R-right!” Corrin immediately followed suit, carefully stepping around the debris and unconscious bandit. The shoreline could have not been more than fifty feet away from the girls, but to them and their failing holds, it might as well have been a mile-long dash. Every step they took was agony, with more drops spilling into and through their bottoms. Corrin could feel urine running down her legs, and Robin was certain she was leaving a trail of pee behind in the sand. But just a few eternity-filled seconds later, the ladies reached the shoreline. A sense of elation hit Corrin as soon as her foot hit the water, though it also led to another spurt shooting out of her. Operating entirely on instinct, both girls waded into the ocean until they were close to knee-deep before falling down next to each other, Corrin sitting on her rump while Robin fell with her knees in front. Neither girl had time to settle in and pull their bottoms down when they felt the last of their bladder strength give out, both of them gasping as they began peeing at full force. A golden mist spread out from their swimsuits, some coming around the edges but most pushing through the fabrics, quickly mixing with and warming up the waters all around them. Although the sound of peeing could not be heard above the water, the girls more than that made up for that with their inability to suppress their voices. Corrin moaned in a way that turned her cheeks pink and made her thankful only one other person could hear her. Robin was full of sighs broken up by her catching her breath from the running, culminating into one long exhale that she couldn’t help but smile through. Their long-awaited relief was pleasant, to say the least. After all the danger, fighting, and near-accidents, they could finally let go of it all, feeling the tenseness in their bodies fading with each second. Corrin could not even muster up the will to feel embarrassed by her predicament. She was here, it was happening, she may as well make herself comfortable. Leaning her torso back, she put her hands on the ground to support her weight, now looking like she was simply enjoying the water’s cooling sensations. Robin could not do the same, but that did not mean she wasn’t taking it easy. As she looked down at the yellow cloud spewing from between her legs, a silly thought occurred to her. She had been so worried about having an accident, and yet here she was, openly peeing through her bottoms without it feeling like wetting herself. It was a weird feeling, and sharing it with another person only made it more so, but she still felt like quietly laughing at the absurdity of her not-accident. Until she looked over and saw Corrin giving her a strange look, that is. It was then she realized that giggling like a little kid was probably not the best action given the circumstances. But then she saw Corrin’s mouth turn into a wavy smile before succumbing to a giggle fit herself. She, too, had found the humor of their predicament, and soon both girls were having a laugh together in a way that they probably never could again with anyone else. “Corrin! Robin!” But all it took was someone calling out their names to completely kill the enjoyment of their relief. “Wha!?” Corrin clenched her pelvic muscles tight as she looked over to see Anna right behind them. Her stream was no longer akin to a waterfall, but she couldn’t stop it fully, only reduce it to a dribble. Robin quickly followed suit in attempting to suppress her peeing, but was also not one-hundred percent successful. “Er, C-Commander! Did you need something?” she asked, a hint of strain in her voice. “You two okay? We heard the wall breaking from our spot, so we rushed over and…” Anna stopped talking and her eyes opened wide. Both Corrin and Robin felt their heart rate steadily rising, the fear that they had been discovered in mid-relief running wild in their minds. But rather than blushing and looking away like they had expected, Anna suddenly dropped her axe and smiled in a way that made them more uncomfortable. “Stay right there! Don’t move a muscle!” yelled Anna while she frantically pulled off her boots. Not that they were in a position to actually move, both girls still not even close to finishing their pee, but they did as their commander instructed while she ran into the water, stopping when she was right in front of them. Anna then pulled out a strange-looking tome with a hole in the center and a crystal in the corner, and held it up to her face. “Oh baby, this is perfect!” she declared, repeatedly pressing a button that caused a clicking sound. “Two ladies relaxing and enjoying the waters in their swimwear. This’ll easily make up for the income we lost to those bandits!” Stunned at the turn of events, both Corrin and Robin found it difficult to respond. “But... but what about the other bandits? Is everyone alright?” Robin eventually asked. “Yeah yeah, everything’s fine,” Anna hurriedly replied, “The deserters pretty much gave up when they saw their leader running away. Now come on, let me see those smiles so we can really sell these pictures!” Once more, neither strategist could think of a proper response, and they eventually gave up on finding one. When they had first joined the Order of Heroes, they were given advice regarding Anna, specifically that there was little point in trying to stop her when she got this way. Hesitantly, they both forced a smile and raised their hands to wave, to which their commander became more aggressive in her picture-taking. But while they seemed cheery above the water, down below was another story. Their holding muscles, already taxed from trying to keep their urine at bay for so long, were steadily giving out once more. Like a faucet slowly being turned, the wisps of yellow widened back into full sprays, and the girls were freely peeing again. This did not go unnoticed by either of them. Both Corrin and Robin could feel a bead of sweat forming on their brows from a combination of embarrassment and nervousness. It was here that they both realized something else about the circumstances of their peeing. Keeping her smile, Corrin leaned over to Robin and whispered, “Are you still…?” “Y-yes…” Robin whispered back. Corrin then looked at the point where Anna’s legs met the water. “And she’s standing right where…” “It… would appear so.” Robin blushed as she imagined the warm cloud of waste forming around Anna’s feet. A few seconds passed where they did not speak, letting Anna continue photographing them as passionately as she fought, all while muttering to herself about sales, swimsuits, and her pesky sisters not being able to stop her this time. “Should we say something?” Robin asked. Corrin took a moment before replying. “I think some things are better left unsaid.”