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  1. March 13th, 2017 ( I wanted high risk and surprisingly my hubby did too, on his birthday ^^ ,though we celebrated Saturday as I posted, and we got more then we bargained for ) Today I was expecting to have a hot date with my hubby. I even dressed for the occasion. I had a teal button shirt, long sleeve, a teal maxi skirt, even teal gstring and push up teal bra, lace. Natural colour pantyhose, black loafer dress shoes, I even wore my hair down with a clip. (I had a few buttons undone too ^^) I met up with a few unexpected colleagues at the mall, so we window shopped and just talked about what girls shopping would talk about. I was sipping away at a smoothie as we walked. I looked around and didn't see my hubby anywhere. I got a glimpse of a man in a black suit with a Bluetooth and aviators. I think ^^ Mr warden? Uh oh? I thought maybe my imagination so I kept walking behind my friends. I had to pee, I'll admit by this time, but I don't like using public bathrooms, but my friends saw no issue so we stopped. I was alone and no one else was in the hall, so I went to the entrance where the hall joins into the mall. My mouth was muffled! A guy with a black glove! Warden! I gave a small fight but he dragged me into the family bathroom to find it locked. So he took me into the men's bathroom, that was empty ^^ He tossed me (gently) to the ground and closed the door behind him and placed a maintenance sign up. "Warden..." I gulped scooting back into the wall. "Such a beautiful creature, tell me, have you peed for anyone besides me?" He pressed coming closer to me. "N-no!" I explained. Suddenly I heard the door rattle and voices murmuring the bathroom was closed. My mouth was quickly covered. "Stand up" he whispered harshly. I stood up, only to feel his hand press into my private region. "Please.." I pleaded "I'm with friends.." Pleading didn't help :s (and I don't think he actually realized I was with friends ^^ ) "Pee for me and service me and I'll let you go" he stated. It wasn't hard to notice how excited he was becoming. I really did want to go before any one would notice ^^ I spread my legs so my skirt wouldn't cling, only to find his hand pressing against me as I peed. "Oh no..." I groaned as pee began to make itself evident on my skirt. He pushed me on my knees and I did as he required. After he finished I stood up. "Good girl" he said as he carefully opened the door. Only to find one if my friends outside waiting...and I was behind him in my pee wet skirt with the pee line visable between my legs. "Aha!" My college shouted, looking very confused as she looked me and him up and down. "Oh f...." we both started to say. I was utterly terrified by this point lol. The rest of my friends called down the hall but our friend that caught us promised not to sayy a word but we owe her ^^''' My hubby gave me his jacket and I twisted my skirt to my side abit to better cover what happened. My heart was racing really fast and furiously!!
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  2. Daniel and Amy

    Chapter 9: By the end of the first series, both girls were wearing wet pull ups. Amy had ended up pulling the top sheets and blankets off the bed, leaving them sprawled out on the bottom sheet, which had a waterproof protector underneath it. "Just use your nappy," Amy had instructed her friend, when Nikki had been about to pause the show for a much needed bathroom break. "Don't worry about leaks. Believe me, I've got heaps of spare sheets! The whole trick is, try and pee slowly, like a pre-emptive strike. If you flood it, it'll leak for sure, particularly these kiddie pull ups, but if you let go slowly and control it, they'll actually hold a fair amount." Amy had produced an old blanket from her closet, and they snuggled up together on it, and started experimenting. Amy went first, starting off by retrieving her pink pacifier from her drawer, which made Nikki laugh gaily as Amy put it in her mouth, before spreading her legs apart and giving a running commentary on what she was doing. Her words were slightly garbled as she spoke around the pacifier. "I'm letting go now. Here it comes, I'm trying to hold it back a bit, ooh, now, ohh it's starting! There! I just peed a bit, oh! A bit more........I'm leaking slowly now, Niiiikkkiiii! I'm doing it! I'm peeing! I can't sto....yes I can! I stopped it. No I didn't! I'm still leaking I think! Argh! My bums all wet! Wait......that's better, yep! I've got this now! I'm controlling it." She pulled her pink shorts up tightly around her groin, the fabric stretching tautly across her padded region, showing the outline of her pull up perfectly. Both girls stared in rapt fascination at her groin as she gave her running commentary on the action going on inside her diaper, with the pair of them waiting for a visible wet patch to appear, but none did. "There ya go!" Amy announced proudly. "Pissed my pants and ya can't even tell!" Nikki wasn't convinced. "Roll sideways Ames, let me look at your butt." Amy did as she was instructed, rolling away from Nikki, who examined her friends backside with a giggle. "FAILURE!" Nikki declared with a laugh! You gotta wet spot!" Amy reached behind herself, running a hand quickly across her backside, pausing to tug at a suddenly discovered wet patch. She tried to crane her neck around far enough to look, but couldn't, so she had to make do with looking at the light blue blanket she had been sitting on instead, exclaiming "Shit!" in a loud voice, upon discovery of the small plate sized wet spot on which she had been sitting. "Bloody kiddie pull ups! I love the feeling of wearing them, but they simply don't hold as much as the grownups ones!" She settled her wet backside back onto the wet patch on the blanket, then drew her socked feet upwards, raising her knees and parting them, giving her hand access to slip between her legs and allow her to tug and explore the wet area with her probing fingers. Nikki got up to stand at the foot of the bed, where she could see between Amys parted thighs, giving her a view of the highly visible dark patch that was in sharp contrast to the light pink cotton. "My turn!" Nikki announced eagerly. She wasted no time at all in jumping back on the bed to face Amy, and sitting Indian style, with her legs crossed and her feet tucked against her thighs, as she held her dress up high, fully exposing her pink pull up. "I might already be a bit wet," she announced, before slipping a finger into her leg band and rubbing the padding in the crotch and shaking her head. "Nope. Thought I was for a second, but not yet. I will be in a moment though!" Her face became expressionless as her gaze lowered to where Amy was looking, directly at the butterfly on her crotch, waiting for it to fade away like Amys had. "Righto. Here I go. I'm trying to pee slowly......and......here it comes.....and, OHMYGODICANTSTOP! Wait! There! I've got it. Amy! I'm peeing myself now! But I'm controlling it this time! Oh God, it tickles! But it feels reeeeaaallll good! There! I'm done! "Did I leak?" Amy inspected the area of blanket between Nikkis thighs with the seriousness of a CSI technician examining a crime scene for vital evidence. She had her friend roll sideways as well, but was able to report back that it appeared that Nikkis pull up had handed its job better than what Amys had. During a giggly discussion, the teens agreed that it probably came down to a better fit for Nikki as much as any other factor. Either that, or it was a control thing. Nikki certainly had better control at regulating her flow than what Amy did, although as she informed her friend, when she genuinely lost control, she usually couldn't stop until her bladder was emptied. "That's what I thought was gonna happen at first," she explained. "I kinda hadta push a bit to get started, then I couldn't stop for a few seconds. But I managed too at last. Is that what doing a pre-emptive strike is like for you Amy?" It wasn't the first time that they'd had that discussion, but it was the first time they'd had it while wearing wet diapers, and that somehow made it more fun and exciting, adding a definite "naughty" feeling to the whole thing. Amy thought it felt really liberating to be openly using her dummy in front of her friend as well. The use of the dummy, the feel of the wet pull up, the sight of the wet patch on the blanket, and the topic of conversation all made Amy feel very little, just as she did when she played little games with Dan. It wasn't nearly as good as having Daniel actually there, but like wearing socks, it made her feel somehow connected with him in his absence. Even though she was thoroughly enjoying her time with Nikki, she would've happily swapped her for Danny in a heartbeat. The girls made absolutely no effort to get changed at all. Nikki let her dress fall down again, but Amy still caught glimpses of it whenever the younger girl shifted her position on the bed. A slightly nervous moment ensued when Sonia knocked and walked straight in to say goodnight without waiting for an invitation, and Amy had a slight panic that her mother might see the wet patch that she was sitting on, but she apparently didn't see anything, and must've assumed that the blanket had been taken out for Nikki to use. Amy had indeed been lucky to spit the pacifier out and over the side of the bed mere seconds before the door had opened. Both girls said goodnight, then collapsed in nervous laughter when Sonia finally left. As worried as what Amy had been about her mum seeing the wet blanket, Nikki was just as worried about being caught wearing a wet pull up. Sonia didn't know about her daughters friend wearing them for fun, and that's exactly how they wanted to keep it. "So, do you wanna try wearing a tape up to bed tonight?" Amy asked, after their diaper wearing discussion entered its second hour. "Of course I'd like to!" Nikki replied. "But they probably won't fit me. You know how your adult pull ups are like wayyyy too big in me? Well, the tape ups are only gonna be the same, surely?" Amy looked contemplativley at her. "Maybe. Maybe not. You get a lot more adjustments with the tape ons. There's tapes for the legs as well as the waist, and I can help you put one on, that's if you wanted me to of course." Nikki looked delighted at the idea. "Oh Ames, would you? Really? I really wanted to try one, but I didn't want to ask, and I was afraid they wouldn't fit me anyway, not after wearing the pull up ones. I'd love to wear one to bed, especially if I could just pee into it and not worry about it leaking! That'd be like a dream come true!" Amy had to stifle a laugh at Nikkis enthusiasm. There was no denying that the younger girl really liked wearing diapers. Amy wondered what her own reaction to them would've been like if she'd never HAD to wear them. Would she still have a secret desire to wear, like Nikki definitely did, or would she feel a general disgust towards them, as so many other kids did? Her and Dan had discussed it before, and came to the conclusion that a lot more people would actually like wearing them, if only they would try them first before judging. "Okay Nik. You go to the toilet, if you want to of course, that's up to you. But brush your teeth, and take that wet diaper off. You can use a plastic bag under the sink, and throw it into the diaper bin in the bathroom. Don't worry, mum won't find it. I empty that bin myself, and there's zero chance she'd start undoing plastic bags in there to look inside. There's a clean washcloth in the drawer of the bathroom bench. Give yourself a good clean down there, then when ya come back, I'll help you to put a real, big diaper on. You're gonna love it I reckon!" Nikki did as she was instructed, and was soon back, and positively glowing with excitement. "What now?" She asked nervously. "Okay Nik," Amy replied, "Just lay down on the edge of my bed, and I'll put it on for you I guess." Nikki, being Nikki, wasn't at all self conscious about sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling her dress up nice and high, exposing her pelvic region completely, and lying back. Amy looked seriously at her friends diaper area, and voiced a concern. "You've got a bit of a rash starting down there Nik. Are you itchy or anything?" "Not really Ames. Well, perhaps a little bit, I guess. It does feel a bit sore around my legs. Whaddya mean 'a rash?' Like a diaper rash?" "That's what it looks like Nik. Trust me. I'm an expert on diaper rash. Don't panic though, I've got some really good cream you can put on it, that usually helps a lot." Amy put her pacifier back into her mouth, and went to her chest of drawers and started rummaging around in the lowest one. Nikki craned her head to watch, and was rewarded with the sight of Amys backside sticking high up in the air, with the big dark pink wet patch showing up across her bum cheeks in an almost perfect circle. She found her hand sliding down and brushing across her moist girlhood as she watched, but took it away before her friend turned around again. Amy squirted a small amount of slippery barrier cream in each of the junctions of Nikkis thighs, and a bit around her sparse pubic hair. She took the girls hand, gently guiding it down. "There, there, and there Nik. Rub that in nice and thick, and I'll diaper you." Nikki started rubbing the ointment in slowly but firmly. She kept watching Amy as she did so, who at first had her attention on the sore looking areas, but she noticed her friend was looking at her, so she raised her glance, and they locked eyes. Nikki lay back, gently rubbing the cream all around her sex, whilst her gaze remained firmly on the beautiful girl in the pee stained shorts with the pacifier sticking out of her mouth. She was rubbing it in with firm, even strokes, and Amy kept looking at where she was touching herself. "There. How's that look Amy? Did I get it all?" Amy noticed one dollop of ointment had been missed on the inside of Nikkis left leg. "You've, um, missed a little bit Nik...." "Could you get it for me Ames? I just can't see from this angle I'm afraid." Amy was almost in a daze. Something felt right, but wrong at the same time. She didn't allow herself any time to think about it, she just reached down and put her index finger in the dollop of barrier cream, and started rubbing it in, using soft but firm circular strokes. Before she knew that she was going to do it, she had squeezed a bit more ointment out, and was rubbing that in as well, enjoying the way that Nikkis flesh was so soft and pliant beneath her fingers. She started sucking on her pacifier more hurriedly, and her gentle massage increased in intensity, and for a short while neither girl uttered a sound. Nikki suddenly let out a groan of pleasure, and her hips arched upwards off the bed. Her eyes had been closed, but they came open then, and the girls locked their eyes with each other. Amy suddenly seemed to realise exactly what she was doing, and started to pull her hand back, but Nikki was quicker, her own hand moving with the speed of a striking cobra, grabbing her hand, and forcing it to remain where it was. "More please?" Nikki asked with a whispered voice, and Amy complied, continuing her ministrations and pressure. Nikkis hand guided hers towards her sensitive area, and pushed on it, urging her wordlessly to keep rubbing, and Amy complied, feeling her fingers getting wet with additional moisture. Neither girl spoke, but suddenly Nikkis hips thrust forward once more, and her legs spread wider at first, then clamped together tightly, trapping Amys hand between her thighs. Nikki moaned loudly, and Amy could feel the slippery skin beneath her fingers vibrating like a tuning fork. She kept rubbing as Nikkis hips bucked upwards, and a groan of pure ecstasy escaped her. The pacifier fell from Amys mouth, bouncing almost unnoticed onto the floor, as Nikkis skin grew extremely warm under her firm touch. Nikkis hips thrust forward once, twice, and on the third time they stayed arching up, her bare bum off the sheets, and her eyes twisted shut as she exclaimed "Oh. My. God. Amy....." before collapsing back onto the bed, with a fine sheen of sweat on her brow. Neither girl spoke at first, but they continued to stare at each other. It should have felt more uncomfortable than what it did, considering what had just happened, but somehow, it didn't. "Amy," Nikki said quietly, "That was my first time. You know, doing that all the way. I've never been able to make that happen before now. That was really good. I probably shouldn't say this, but thank you. Very much." She smiled, appearing to glow in the aftermath of her first orgasm. Amy wasn't as weirded out as she probably would've thought she'd be after such an encounter. It wasn't anything that she'd ever in a million years thought that she'd ever do, but now it was too late, and it was done, she discovered that she really wasn't freaked out in the slightest by it. "I enjoyed it too Nik. But we're not going to do it again. You know that, right?" "If you say so Ames. You're probably right I guess, but fuck it, it felt really awesome though." If she was disappointed by Amys reaction, it didn't show, and she appeared quite relaxed and excited about achieving such a milestone. Nikki laid back, and raised her backside off the bed, allowing Amy to expertly slide the big, puffy diaper underneath her. She focused on the task at hand, and was careful not to make any contact with Nikkis exposed private area. She did the tapes up like a pro, making a couple of adjustments before making Nikki stand up, so she could examine her handy work. "There! Toldya I could make them fit you," she said proudly. "These tape ons have a lot more adjustments than the pull ups. You should be able to use that tonight and not worry about it leaking." Nikki was impressed by the secure fit, and effusively thanked her friend, going to the mirror to examine her diapered butt from every angle. Amy picked up another diaper, along with the tube of cream and her pyjama pants, and turned to leave the room. Nikkis voice halted her before she got to the door. "Amy, um, if you, you know, um, like wanted me to like help you, you know, with the cream and stuff, I'd, uh, be like happy to, ya know?" Amy paused. A little voice deep inside was screaming at her to accept Nikkis offer. The thought of Nikki actually 'helping' her to apply the diaper rash cream was incredibly attractive. She paused momentarily, but Dans face suddenly appeared in her mind, and she mentally shook herself, forcing herself to turn around towards the door again. "Thanks Nik. It is tempting, but no. Like I said, what just happened here isn't gonna happen again, and neither of us is ever gonna mention it again, especially not to others, and especially not to Danny, understand?" "Sure Ames. If that's what you want. But just remember, I'm always here for you if you want me to be, okay?" Amy blushed as she left the room, glad of the distraction of getting herself ready for bed. When she returned, Nikki was fast asleep on her bed, curled into a ball with her back to the middle, the air bed on the floor apparently forgotten, and the pee stained blanket balled up on the floor. Amy added her wet shorts to the blanket, and considered her options. She could wake Nikki up, and get her to move, or she could sleep on the air bed herself, perhaps. In the finish, she did neither, choosing instead to lay beside her friend on the bed. She put her pacifier back into her mouth, and dragged her old teddy bear out from underneath the bed from where it had fallen last night. She turned the light off, and rolled over, away from Nikki. Suddenly Nikki wriggled, and her thickly padded backside scooted across the bed a bit, where it made contact with Amys likewise padded butt. Thats how the girls slept for most of the night, diapered rear ends pushing against each other, while Amy cuddled her bear and sucked her paci. She didn't wake up when she wet herself later, but her nappy contained it well.
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  3. Panel I created a while ago. Going to finish the comic once I'm done these last two commissions!
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  4. Second YOI fic. I read something on tumblr I think where somebody wanted something like this written. Enjoy! It wouldn't be long now until he had to get on the ice. To prepare, Viktor was helping him with a few last minute stretches. They had cameras on them so despite wanting to run to the bathroom quickly before performing, Yuuri couldn't really slip away. He'd been struggling with getting away from the cameras long enough to go all afternoon, but he hadn't managed yet. Upon easing into a split, Yuuri felt his urge increase and a small blush grow over his face. It wasn't too bad yet but Yuuri's nerves were completely shot from the stress of performing. Yuuri had a bit of a nervous bladder. It was an issue his previous coach was aware of but he'd neglected to mention it to Viktor due to his embarrassment. He knew it would come out eventually but until he started feeling a little more comfortable with Viktor he wasn't sure he could stomach the idea of mentioning such a personal problem.Viktor helped Yuuri out of his split and ran one of his hands over the younger skaters warm cheek. With a small smile Viktor spoke. "Are you ready?" There was only 2 or 3 minutes left before the performance and Yuuri felt his anxiety begin to peak. He pressed his thighs together tightly as his urge built. With a short glance toward the hall which lead to the bathrooms, Yuuri nodded. There was no time left to go now.Viktor felt his own nervousness peak at the slight hesitancy Yuuri seemed to be displaying. He didn't want to unsettle Yuuri, but he could sense something being off. "You seem tense. Are you sure you're ok?"Yuuri shifted his hips a little and glanced at the ground. "Yeah, I just.." Yuuri hesitated slightly before learning forward and whispering into Viktor's ear, "I sort of really need the bathroom."Yuuri's blush grew and Viktor bit his lip. There wasn't enough time. "Can you hold it through the performance?"Yuuri shifted a little and nodded slowly. He wasn't completely sure of himself but he didn't have much choice.Viktor pulled Yuuri into a hug. "We"ll hurry to go right after the kiss and cry ok?"Yuuri nodded, pulled away from Viktor, and skated out onto the ice. The music began and Yuuri let his body be pulled into the routine.Yuuri tried his best to forget his bladder as he skated to eros. For the first half he was fairly successful too. The movement seemed to be helping. As he entered the spread eagle though he lost a small spurt. This surprised him and he faltered slightly on the jump immediately after.He hoped the wet patch wasn't noticeable. From the sidelines Viktor winced a little at the flub. He felt a tinge of guilt for not noticing Yuuri had to go earlier. As he was viewing Yuuri's performance though, he noticed an intriguing side effect of the young skaters desperation. All the moves which involved his hips, butt and pelvis were suddenly much more pronounced and alluring. That alone would probably make up for the lost points on the spin.Yuuri felt his heart pounding in his chest. He could channel the fearful energy into his skating but he was genuinely concerned about being able to hold it. He managed luckily. After the performance he quickly jetted off the ice, clenching his fists at his side to keep from holding himself on live TV."Yuuri! That performance was amazing!" Viktor smiled. Yuuri sheepishly returned a grin. Once off the ice, Yuuri nuzzled his face into Viktor's shoulder. He was relieved he'd done well but he couldn't stay still anymore. Yuuri wanted to know his score but wasn't sure he could hold it long enough to see. "Viktor..." Yuuri whined quietly.Viktor frowned and pulled Yuuri a little closer, suddenly feeling protective of the vulnerable young skater. Softly, Viktor whispered, "Can you hold it?"Yuuri's breath hitched as he felt another small leak. "I don't know..."Viktor cursed softly in Russian before planting a small kiss on Yuuri's forehead. "It's ok Yuuri, just go, I'll watch the score for you. I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner."Yuuri didn't have time to think of a response. Instead he simply hurried backstage to relieve himself. Viktor set off to the kiss and cry and smiled when he saw Yuuri's score. They were currently in first place! Given Yuuri's handicap during the performance, Viktor was quite happy. He'd definately secured a spot in the next round. A few minutes later Viktor began growing concered. Yuuri was taking a long time to come back. Viktor felt a blush grow over his cheeks as he imagined a worst case scenario. It wouldn't be good for Yuuri's self esteem if he had an accident. Viktor resigned himself to checking in on Yuuri in 5 minutes.Yuuri chocked back a sob. He was standing in front of the toilet squirming desperately as he failed to unzip his costume. The stupid thing was hard to reach in the first place. He realized now it was stuck too. There was no way he'd be able to get it without help. Yuuri tried to steady his breathing. He was holding himself tightly now as he opened the stall to go out and get help. Viktor was startled when he saw Yuuri reappear in the stadium. He ran over quickly trying to figure out what was wrong. Poor Yuuri had been away for 15 minutes and still hadn't managed to go. He was shaking visibly and it was clear he had been crying. Viktor quickly hid the younger man from the view of the cameras and ushered him back to the bathroom."What's wrong? Why haven't you gone yet?" Viktor looked Yuuri up and down quickly trying to find any clues.Frantically squirming Yuuri stuttered out. "The zi.. zipper is st.. stuck!"Viktor stiffened and quietly swore again in russian. He quickly pushed Yuuri into a stall and worked on unzipping his costume. Yuuri's desperate squirming made the task difficult. The zipper really was stuck.Viktor growled and turned Yuuri to face him before simply pushing him down to sit on the toilet. Yuuri's eyes watered and he fought agaist Viktor to stand. Viktor kept his hands firmy planted on Yuuri's shoulders."I can't undo the zipper Yuuri. Just go and I'll get you something else to wear. I don't want you to hurt yourself." Yuuri crossed his legs and shook his head. "Please people will know if I come out wearing some thing else." He pressed his hands between his thighs. He was leaking constantly now. Viktor sighed and let Yuuri back up. He tried again on the zipper for a few minutes before it finally gave. Just as Viktor got it loose though Yuuri froze. The sound of liquid hitting tile sounded ten times louder in the empty bathroom. Viktor's heart clenched at the sound. There wasn't much point now... To minimize the mess Viktor sat Yuuri back down on the toilet. "Yuuri look at me." Viktor knew he couldn't let Yuuri beat himself up about this. It was critical for Yuuri's skating that he build his confidence. Yuuri's eyes flittered between the floor and Viktor's face for a moment before settling again on the floor.Viktor sighed and lifted Yuuri's chin so that the young skater would be forced to look up. Yuuri's stream finally tapered off in the tense quiet moment."You skated beautifully today and this has nothing to do with how I see you ok?" Viktor ran his hand through Yuuri's hair and gave him a small smile."I wet your costume.."Viktor shook his head. "Yuuri, I care about you. The costume doesn't matter to me right now. I'm going to get you some clean clothes, pick up your medal and bring you back to relax in the hotel before our flight tomorrow. Alright?"Yuuri nodded slowly. "Thank you Viktor."Viktor smiled.
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    Another video from mywettingstories featuring Simone and Lauren. This one was asked if could be shared. Simone and Lauren - Missed The School Buss.mp4
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  6. The loser has to wear his/her wet clothes the rest of the time you're together and pee in them whenever (s)he has to pee. The winners can instead opt to use the bathroom or pee somewhere else than their pants (but can of course pee themselves if they want to).
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  7. How about the loser has to wear a pull up diaper for the rest of the day/evening ?
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  8. Hi guys. Sorry if I couldn't post it more early because I was really busy for the last few days. I had tons of stuff to do for school. And I couldn't post it last Sunday because I was sick. So sorry for the delay, here is the finale if the story and I hope you guys enjoyed. We were about a quarter of a mile away from the cafe. Aliyah is not hiding her desperation anymore. She is constantly hobbling and fidgeting while walking. She had to stop every time another leak escaped. Thinking a flood would burst from a dam. We walked passed a fountain,it had many people around maybe because of the fair we passed by. That din't help her case. It made her go even more. I checked on her if she is feeling okay. We hid behind a bush to check on the damage done. It looked bad. There was a wetspot on her light pink panties with the size of a golf ball. As of that moment she leaked even more, after hearing the water gushing from the water fountain. It was more visible now. And her socks were also a bit wet I may add. She is near her breaking point and would burst at any second. She had to cross her legs more often to stop leaking. We were about a block away from the cafe, and aliyah was starting to loose hope if she can hold it. She stopped to sit on a bench to cross her legs and hold her crotch to control the flood. She felt a small spurt of urine escape. It almost made her burst in her panties but she was able to control it. She was having trouble standing up because her bladder was really full. On a scale from 1-10 on the desperation scale, I would say maybe 8 or 9. We had to hurry, despite walking slowly to stop the flood, it was 7:20 PM. Only 40 minutes till the cafe closes. We were really near to the cafe. And if we hurry, we could still make it to the cafe to eat or even drink something. Aliyah was at her most desperate state. She feels like she could burst at any wrong move she does. I checked my watch, it was already 7:35. We were walking slowly because aliyah almost couldn't move of the desperation she felt. I received a text from my sister, she stayed she was going home because we were taking to long plus they were about to close. I couldnt ask her if there was a restroom in the cafe because my phone's battery died. We hurried though for aliyah to empty her bladder's contents. We arrived at the cafe already closing. She had asked their employees if she could use their restroom but the guys said they don't have one. They only had one at the employee's office and their manager had the keys. We had to head to the bus stop, looking at aliyah who was ready to burst. We found a bite on the stop saying the next bus was an hour away, 9:20 PM. We started walking to the next stop near the mall, which had always busses ready to go. We were about to leave when aliyah said she can't hold it anymore. I saw a few streams escape. Then a whole gush of pisscame next. She must have formed a lake of pee in the floor of the bus stop. She was peeing for two whole fucking minutes. To me watching my crush get desperate and pee herself in front of someone was heaven, to her, it was hell. She was blushing as she started sobbing. I tried to cover her bum with my jacket but she refused. She said she was really embarrassed to piss herself in front of me, which she also had a crush on me. She apologized and headed to the next bus stop before I could say another word. I felt happy but sad for her. She soiled herself at a age like that. She was really humiliated. I kept it a secret to everyone, even my own sister. I called my buddy who had a car to give me a ride. At school at Monday, she said her family moved because her dad moved to work at someplace in Brooklyn. That was the last time I got to see her. I wish I was able to say goodbye, and tell her she had nothing to worry about.
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  9. I assume you have most of the Rina Di, if not just search it on here its around. I enjoy this style as well, and as I am in the process of cleaning up and old computer that has an old collection on it, I figured id try to find some little known ones that fit this theme. We have: club pee--presumably real up skirt footage of a girl casually wetting her thong while dancing. Various tits and such in this video it seems like quite the party... eyesclaire--wetting her panties while doing makeup grisr--while reading black thong--a german one, it seems this guy walks into the bathroom where his gf is doing her makeup in her panties. He convinces her to piss herself which she does. Seems like a great gf (ps he has a male moment and insists on showing us his cock real quick at one point, very brief, and he doesnt talk much at all) paarfeatisch and lutherplatz--two german videos of the same girl wetting her jeans walking down the street and in a parking lot, cool as a cucumber real on steps--real video of girl casually wetting her jeans sitting on some steps outside cuz she doesnt want to wait for another friend to get home and let her in. she seems very unconcerned about the situation. swimming pool--another real one, french mom is tending to children in one of those big above ground swimming pools. Meanwhile dad is filming her ass while she wets her bikini Two girls--this one isnt on point exactly because they have "accidents" however they are the most "whoops peed my pants for no reason o well" accidents you will ever see. And they are very hot and get naked and have the most adorable low class british accents. The world needs this video. 46185clubpee.flv 48027eyeshclare.mpg 48027grishr.mpg 67907Black_Thong_Panties.flv paarfetisch 34 03.wmv realonsteps.wmv swimingpooltoilets080707.wmv Two girls getting ready.wmv Jeanspiss in Gorlitz Lutherplatz.avi
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  10. I am gonna be going on a road trip with my friends in the next couple of weeks, April 1st to April 10th. I am wondering about anyone who has had to use the bathroom while on the road or on a long journey, how they have gone about going.
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  11. So here's an idea. Get super crazy desperate, put on some tight jeans, add a padlock to the button and spin around on the spot and throw the key somewhere in the room. Then try to find it before you piss yourself mhahahagajfagel cough,cough, ok back in the room. So yeah I think it's a great way to make sure you have a good chance at losing it or finding it! See what I did there have fun /:)
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  12. Whole Day holding

    This is my first post here in Omorashi.org. It is when me and my girlfriend got lost on our way to a mall but we were not from there. I hope you guys enjoy. "Luke are you sure the mall is thisway?" My girlfriend asked me for the tenth time. "Nicole I told you I know where I'm going. It says here on the GPS. The mall is around here somewhere." I told my girlfriend while staring at the GPS. Me and Nicole have been together for a long time now. Our 8 month anniversary is next week. "I really don't want to be late for my job interview. I worked so hard to get there." My girlfriend is industrious and hardworking. One of the reasons why I love her. But one thing still stands out why I'm attracted to her."Well stop drinking so loudly. It's starting to annoy me. That's the fifth cup of coke you drank. And you still have two more." I said with an annoyed tone. We were driving for 8 hrs. Because we were moving to a new place when I got a call from an employer from Iowa. Before we check out this new place, we came to Nicole's job interview first. Along the way, we stopped by two McDonald's place. And Nicole haven't went yet."I get thirsty really quickly. It's not my problem I get dehydrated faster than you." "Well don't blame me if you're bladder starts aching. I'm not stopping. We're two hours behind schedule because you woke up late." The main reason why I'm attracted to her is because how she reacts how she needs to pee. She holds it every time we were alone but she gets uncomfortable if needs to go in public. There was one time I recalled when she pissed herself. But that story is for another time. Now where was I..."Shut up Luke! I told you we don't speak of that ever again." "It's your problem not mine. Just don't piss all over the seat. These are new." "How am I supposed to do... O God!" She was about to ask but it hit her. The holding game began. "What's wrong Nicole?" She grabbed her crotch with her two hands and began shifting and moving her body. "Shit, I think I have to pee. Shut up don't say anything that might make me piss myself. I need to stay dry for the interview."Just don't mess up these seats please. Plus this is your fault. You don't use the loo before we left and you drank that much soda. This is on you." I said to her angrily for not listening to what I said. We were riding my new Nissan gtr as a gift from the dad. And I don't want it to smell like pee for the first week I drove it." Alright Luke just shut up. I'll try to concentrate on not wetting myself. It's just super hard. How far is this mall from here?" We came from Colorado and traffic was pretty light. " I say about 8 miles until we get there. Which is 2 more hours." Nicole looked at me with a worried face and turn around to her window. An hour pass she was fidgeting even more." Are you okay Nicole? You been moving a lot." When she was about to answer I can tell she leaked herself. I can see I wet patch on her crotch the size of a golf ball." Hmm, no. Shut up. I think I leaked a bit. How much longer till we get there?" I answered worriedly not because of she might loss control, but my new seat could be ruined. But watching her piss herself is a consolation. She was wearing a pink mini skirt and light blue shirt and a white hoodie. Without the hoodie on, you can see her slim body. It attracted a lot of guys but she was my closest friend and we got along pretty well than other guys. "I think an hour to 45 minutes max." She moaned really loud and crossed her legs and placed her hands in her crotch and she moves to stop leaking. Last time she leaked she yelled really loud. A stream got out but luckily her hoodie was under her bum. We found this mall and we had to look for parking. I found a spot but it was at the back of the lot. It was almost a three mminute walk to the entrance."Alright were here. Get out, take a piss and go to your interview." I told her while holding herself tightly in the same position. Abou t half way walking there she fell to the ground, and started Sobbing. " I can't do it anymore. I can't hold back, it's gonna burst." I looked at her skirt and it faded and got wet really quickly. A lake of pee formed around her. Some guys took a video and a picture of her. I grabbed her and escorted to my car. Later I found the guys and asked to pass the pictures and videos to me. I took her spare clothes and escorted her to a bathroom. We headed to a hotel after that. And we had separate rooms, one for both of us. She needed time to relax and recover. And to reschedule her interview. Unfortunately the photos and videos I got were incompatible so I can't share it with you guys. Luckily we weren't broken or separated. She was just too embarrassed to be in a room with me.
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  13. This is my first post here as I've never been brave enough to share any stories until now. Hopefully you will enjoy this one which happened a few days ago. My wife has known about my love for female wetting for a while now and made it clear from when she discovered it that she was happy to wet for me if I wanted her to. I always felt lucky about this but a little uncomfortable in asking her to do it, even when she made it clear she needed to pee. On this occasion, we had the evening to ourselves in front of the telly. We were just preparing to go to bed - she was washing up and I was making some tea to go upstairs with. As I was pouring the water into the cups, I became aware that she was jiggling aound quite a bit, which immediatley made me excited. I casually asked her if she was ok and she said "I really need a wee, but I want to finish up down here first". She carried on washing the last of the cutlery in the sink whilst jiggling and dancing more and more. Her legs were crossing and uncrossing in between her bouncing up and down and I was so distracted I spilt some of the water over the top of the cups. "Whoops" she said. At first my heart raced as I thought she had leaked a little, but she looked at me and said "you're spilling the water!" " Sorry I said, I was a bit distracted by you bouncing up and down. You really ought to go and pee or we will be cleaning up a puddle!" " you are right" she said and began to dry her hands. As said, I'd usually let her go at this point as I feel quite shy in asking her, but on this occasion I was so excited watching her dancing and hopping, seeing her breasts bounce up and down and her hand thrusting in between her her thighs that I decided to act. I slowly finished mopping up the spilt water on the worktop and took a step along the counter so that I was standing behind her. Then I gently kissed the back of her neck and ran my hands down her sides and over her hips. She shivered a little and let out a little moan as I brought my hands back up slowly to cup her breasts and continued gently kissing the back of her neck. She was really wriggling now but said nothing, instead letting out moans of pleasure as I continued to gently fondle her chest. She put down the towel on the side and keeping her eyes closed said; "If you keep that up Im going to wet myself! I dont think I can hold it much longer!" "Really?" I said. " I guess I will be cleaning up a puddle then", and with that I moved my right hand down to her crotch and began to gently rub her through her jeans whilst still gently squeezing her breast with the other. I was now breathing heavily in between kissing her on the back of the neck, but this was nothing compared to her - her heart was beating so fast and so hard. She suddenly moaned loudly and my hand quickly started to feel warm and wet. "Sorry!" she said, " I told you I couldnt hold it!, now you've made me leak!" She spun around to face me, looked me in the eye and said "If you dont stop now Im going to....." She didnt finish the sentence. She stopped mid way through and her mouth opened in shock. I looked down to see a huge dark patch spreading from her groin, outwards towards her pockets and down the front of her legs. She looked up at me and said "kiss me"" as she pulled me in close. We passionately kissed whilst I thrust my hand down the front of her jeans into her moist warm womanhood. We just stood there kissing whilst I rubbed her, only for a few seconds before she screamed in ecstasy, still hissing pee down her legs to the growing puddle on the floor. She doubled over for a second or two before standing before me again, soaked through from groin to feet. She shyly looked at me and said, "now look what you made me do! Did you like that?!" "yes" I said as she leant in towards me, undid my jeans and grabbed hold of my rock hard manhood. She didnt have to rub me for long before I came all over her wet jeans, and we both collapsed to the floor and kissed each other, sitting in the huge puddle she had made. We both looked at each other and giggled. "That was so intense" she said. We should do that again!" I kissed her once more and said simply "Id like that!" It didnt take long to mop up the puddle, finish the tea and meet her upstairs as she finished a quick shower. Then we both finished our drinks, and cuddled up together to dream of our experience. - I hope you enjoyed the story. There are a few more I can tell another day if people want me to.
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    Becky Lesabre is waiting to be let in. She has to pee and decides to give her friend a call. They won't let her in. She ends up leaking a little bit, gives her friend another call to let them know that she's already started to pee her shorts. Well, still nothing so she just lets out all her pee into her khaki shorts. Just when you think she's done, twice, she has a little more actually come out. Warning: this video contains nudity when she takes her shorts off beckypee041415.mp4
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  15. Hello there. Libby here, though would start out with hello. :)
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  16. Hi, I'm newly registered though have occasionally dipped-in in the past as a guest. I love the idea of a woman accidentally or deliberate wetting or peeing while bouncing on a trampoline. I thought I'd share a few videos of this - maybe some are new to you? Does anyone know of any others? Clothed peeing on trampoline (accidental?) http://motherless.com/882B61E Erica Nix peeing in tight body suit on trampoline https://vimeo.com/4934249 Woman deliberately wetting as she bounces on a trampoline. CONTAINS NUDITY but is fun! trampoline piss-4281849.m4v Bluesmoker
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  17. We got caught

    We role play to keep things exciting ^^, mr warden is obsessed with me (hubby) and dominika is obsessed with my hubby (she is me) its a silly game we play, you'd have to read the rest of what I shared to know ^^
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  18. We got caught

    I sure hope so!!
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  20. Michelle Bedwetting 480 2011 View File Michelle green panties wetting the bed. -- Please if found on internet of Michelle bedwetting upload it Submitter ero9007 Submitted 04/15/2015 Category Panty Wetting
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  21. This situation is not uncommon for adolescent boys, and having experienced it in my youth, I can relate. Boys are supposed to be "strong", so especially among strangers that they want to impress, running off to the potty is a real embarrassment!
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  22. From the album: Fanart!

    Heoh.. I don't know what that was..Anyway, I figured that a scenario for this is Latvia was maybe trying to go someplace (Maybe a bathroom IDK) and Russia only wanted to say hi to him and he ended up scaring the piss out of him (litterally). Latvia and Russia from Hetalia belong to Himaruya (Did I spell that right??)
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  23. Here you go: I tried so hard to hold it on my....mp4
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  24. So, considering I am a newer face around this community right now, I figured that I should share my story with you lovely ladies and gentlemen. As a quick disclaimer, this is a story of a younger me wetting myself, so if you don't like "Ageplay" (I guess), then you have been warned. When I was much younger, 3rd grade maybe, I would pee myself in the shower because it was warm and it felt soothing, but I had never wet myself fully clothed. However, one very cold winter night would more than change that. I was twelve and it was mid January, the cold weather had an iron grasp on the town I lived in. I had gone upstairs and tucked myself in, waiting patiently for my mother to turn out the lights. I hadn't used the bathroom before I went upstairs because I hadn't needed to. However, I did have a rather large glass of apple juice. Mom cut the lights and retreated to her room for the night. An hour and a half of uncomfortably rolling around and a very, very distracted mind later, I had recognized my need to pee. I sat up and scanned the ground by my bed for my underwear (I sleep naked). I found a pair, light red with black stripes, and put them on, followed by my dark gray sweatpants. I stretched and stood up. It only took me a few seconds to realize my error as I leaped back into bed. My room was poorly insulated and the heat had been left off, so there had been a brisk cold settling in. When I got out from under my warm, quilt-covered atmospher, the cold hit me like a freight train. That combined with my sudden movements had severely worsened the condition of my bladder. It went from an annoyance to a pressing issue in a matter of seconds. The next thirty minutes were filled with uncomfortable twisting and figitting, a plethora of thoughts, and the occasional staring contest with the ceiling. One thought that really stuck out was something that I had been thinking about days before I had ever been in my situation. Why not just wet the bed? It'll be just like peeing in the shower, right? It was a poor choice to move my focus, however, as I felt a tiny spurt escape into my underwear. I felt my face explode into a flush as I threw my hands down to my crotch. Snapping back to reality made me realize how much my bladder hurt. I knew that if I didn't get up and go to the bathroom now, I would pee myself. I sat up, regretting it immediately as I briefly lose control of my bladder. A stream of pee floods my underwear, an unusually nice warm feeling overwhelming me. I lay back down, trying to bring it under control. I manage to bring it down to a trickle, but it doesn't stop. Running out of time, I list my options: 1.) Get up and go to the bathroom. This one is obvious, yet impossible. With my bladder leaking right now, standing up would only lead to me relieving myself right then and there. 2.) Holding it in. I could simply sit here and hold it in, right? Well, no.... I am leaking more and more into my underwear by now, and I can feel it beginning to test how much my underwear can absorb. 3.) Instead of delaying the inevitable, I can simply relax and let it all go. My thought from earlier returns to my mind. Every minute this option looks more and more enticing. Oh no. All this thought and I made that fatal mistake again. The stream kicks up again, easily going though my underwear and it begins to soak my pants. I can feel it pooling around my butt. There's nothing left to do. Not even bothering to move to the bottom of my bed, I decide to let the stream turn into a torrent. When I relax, the expected torrent turns into a gushing blasting of pee. As it begins to pool beneath me, it makes a small splashing noise. I sigh as I feel it soak through my pants and sheets, pooling below me. It feels so warm. The warm puddle expanded unimpeded, leaving a warm feeling in it's wake. By the time I was done, the area of effect ran from my mid torso all the way down my thighs and stopping above my knees. It felt great. The relief of not having to pee. The relaxation of releasing my bladder. The excitement of setting the bed. The soothing warmth of the puddle that I know lay in. But something else was in the mix of emotions. Something that my maturing body had never previously recognized when peeing in the shower. It was arousal. For some odd reason, I felt briefly aroused. I fell asleep almost immediately. The trouble of a full bladder was no more and my mind was at peace. I woke up the next morning to a house that had not been yet touched by the light. Though it was morning, the taller neighbouring hill across from our hill blocked the moring sun from showing its face. I snuck downstairs and stole a towel from the bathroom and dried myself off and did the best I could to hide my "accident". It was the first step on my journey to discovering Omorashi, which I love to this day. I hope you guys enjoy that one and I surely will be doing stories in the future. Have a great day.... or night....
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    I drank too much diet Dew needed to piss so freakin' bad I was starting to feel sick, and one of my sons was in the bathroom. Had no choice but to go in my jeans, which I tried to do as slowly as possible, for enjoyment, and to try to keep my floor dry. I decided to flip on the camera, and make it sexy for you all, too. Enjoy :)
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  26. I come bearing an update. A long one, too. This chapter is only marginally shorter than the other three, put together. Hope you guys like it! The Hunter The party and their new companion had made camp in the Arathi Highlands, away from the swamps and mud of the Wetlands. The dwarf had decided to stick with them for a while. It turned out she was a priest by the name of Bhalna. When she was attacked, she had wet and soiled herself, and had pretty well ruined her only outfit. Beili had lent her some green pants and a matching green/purple shirt that only barely fit the dwarf woman. Beili herself had neglected to change out of her wet panties, which were well-hidden underneath her white skirt. Bhalna was of fairly average height for a dwarf. She had little muscle, though a somewhat bulky body. Stereotypes abounded about female dwarves not being the most attractive creatures, but Bhalna stood in open defiance of that belief. She had a perfectly clear face, and matching perfect complexion. Her black hair was tied in a loose ponytail. “Still can’t believe I pissed meself like that,” Bhalna stated mournfully, gazing into the campfire. “It happens to everyone,” Beili said, shrugging. “It really does,” added Cassie. “Still though, we’re supposed tae have more control than that. I’m a priest, after all.” “Hey, I’m a knight and I still lost control of my bladder in about half the battles I’ve been in,” Cassie comforted. “Like when?” The dwarf asked, skeptical. “Well, I was fighting a tauren one time, and during the fight she got a hold of my sword, took it out of my hands, and snapped it like a twig. She just glared at me and tossed the pieces at my feet, and next thing I knew, well...” She blushed a bit, “Suddenly a puddle had formed around my boots, and the seat of my underwear had changed color,”. “Well, you’re alive, so I take it they didn’t kill ye?” “Nope. She moved in to finish the job, but I slid under her and-” she performed a mock punch, “right where the sun doesn’t shine!” Beili blinked in amazement, “you punched a tauren in the-” “Yup. She yelled, then pissed herself good. I would’ve finished her, but my sword was a little… indisposed. So I just took the chance and fled,” she admitted the last part with a little shame. After a moment of silence, Bhalna coughed then spoke up, “don’t suppose either of ye happened to bring any drinks?”. Beili suddenly had a twinkle in her eye. Cassie remembered waking up the first time she drank with Beili. She didn’t know if the pandaren spiked the drinks, or just distracted you till you had an accident, but the alcohol was definitely a key part of the plan. “As a matter of fact...” Beili produced a large cask of her finest brew. The dwarf’s face lit up with excitement at the sight of the barrel. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ About an hour-and-a-half had passed, and all three women were now sufficiently drunk. Beili and Bhalna were telling jokes, and laughing hard. As Beili finished the punchline of a particularly funny joke, the dwarf woman exploded in laughter. As she was laughing, Beili looked to down to see the dwarf’s pants darkening at the crotch, the resulting puddle spreading across the tree stump she used as a seat. Beili simply chuckled and pointed, while the dwarf woman, still in a state of overwhelming laughter, slowly looked down and assessed her situation. “I… I think that’s a sign,” she said, slurring heavily. She rose, and moved towards the tent, “time for bed,”. Bhalna walked forward, then collapsed on top of a sleeping bag. For the first time in a little while, Beili looked over to Cassie, and found her passed out on the ground, pants similarly wet at the crotch. The stain on Cassie’s pants was several inches across, but obviously not all she had to offer. Beili smiled warmly, then picked the unconscious woman up, and set her down inside the tent, next to Bhalna. As she set her down, Cassie quietly rolled onto her side, then grunted. A look of relief washed across her sleeping face, and Beili watched the back of the woman’s pants expand as she filled it in her sleep. Moments later, she emptied whatever was left in her bladder, the dark stain spilling across her left thigh as she lay on her side. Beili smiled in arousal and, unable to resist, placed her hand on the sleeping woman’s messy bulge. She squeezed a little, and felt it flatten out across the woman’s butt. Excitement overwhelmed her, but she had no one to… play with at the moment. She’d have to take care of the urge alone. She rose, then moved to put some distance between herself and the camp, privacy being the goal. Her thoughts were largely disjointed and unaware in her drunken state. Oooh, here’s some bushes… were we camped that close to the big bridge? These bushes are real close to a ledge… maybe I should back up… As she prepared to back away from a ledge that provided a multi-hundred foot drop into a watery grave, a large wolf suddenly lunged just as she turned around. Beili yelped in alarm, feeling some pee escape into her still damp panties. She jumped back, dodging the attack. Although, something was off. She wasn’t scratched or bitten, but she felt like she moving. Fast. The gravity of the situation (pun intended) dawned on her, as she looked down and realized she was now falling, likely to her doom. Her vision was somewhat blurred, but she could still see the large body of water she was about to die in. And she could see it rapidly approaching. She screamed, and felt her bowels release. A very loud, low-pitched PBTPBPTPBTPBTP sounded from her rear, and she felt her red panties fill to the brim with mess. From the space just between her thighs to halfway up her buttcheeks, her mess spread. Before long, it had reached the size of half a cantaloupe. The back of her skirt bulged out as her ever-expanding panties impacted it. As she scrambled for something to save her, she managed to grab hold of a large branch sticking out from the rocks. Miraculously, it supported her weight. She looked down, and saw that she still had a ways to go before she would hit the water. The fall was still very likely to kill her, so letting go was a no-go. As she was looking down, a much softer, quieter pffffffft came from her backside, and she managed to somehow push even more mess into her very full panties. The branch held, but it probably wouldn’t do that forever. This was quite a conundrum. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A blood elf woman watched with satisfaction as the pandaren warrior, whom she assumed to be the group’s leader, fell off the ledge. The wolf that had done the deed slowly walked over to her, and she knelt down and began petting his head. “Good boy!” she repeatedly said, as she reached into her back and produced some raw meat, which the wolf eagerly ate. As the wolf ate, the tall, slender woman stood upright, and pushed her hair back a bit. Her hair was a deep reddish bronze, and hung in wild twists and curls down to her shoulders. Her skin was a beautiful amber, and her eyes glowed the fierce green of her people. She wore a light chainmail shirt over the top of a dark green doublet. Her legs were covered with green plate around her pelvis and thighs, then chainmail armor covered the rest of her shapely legs. A large rifle was holstered on her back. When her pet finished eating, the hunter began looking for the pandaren’s tracks. Her orc friend, Oza, had a target who received unexpected help and managed to escape. The blood elf, Syra, had found her orc friend unconscious in a pool of her own urine, with a foul mess in her poor, undeserving pants. After a long round of relentless teasing, Syra offered to help the rogue kill her target. According to what Oza had said, the pandaren was the biggest threat, and had given her a proper throttling, so it was good that she was the first to stray from the group. After a few moments, the skilled hunter found the pandaren’s tracks, and began following them back to their camp. The ashy remnants of a campfire smoldered, and nearby a tent stood, with its flaps wide open. Are they even trying? Thought the hunter. Her wolf excitedly prowled around, then made ready to pounce into the tent on its master’s command. As the hunter stepped forward, she noticed a smell in the air: alcohol. Lots of it. So they pummeled my friend, then had a party? She thought as she noted the many discarded bottles and cups on the ground. Then another scent passed by her nostrils. In disgust, she covered her mouth and nose with one hand as she cringed and gagged. It would seem one of them lost control as they drank, she thought, then sniffed again, Ugh, at least one. She drew her rifle, then peered inside the tent. Indeed, two women were asleep next to each other, a human and a dwarf. The dwarf was asleep on her belly, and had a large stain betwixt her legs, reaching almost to her knees, and covering her butt. The human, however, was lying on her side, in a puddle, her left leg utterly drenched. A lumpy bulge rested on her buttocks. The sight reminded Syra of the sight of her unconscious friend, a bit. She began loading the rifle, but looked up in alarm as a confused “wha-” came from the dwarven woman. The dwarf rolled over, and sat up suddenly, and quickly took stock of the Horde adversary in front of her. Lots of things happened in a flash. To the participants, things seemed to move in slow motion. The hunter finished loading her weapon, then immediately fired at the waking dwarf; at the same time, her loyal pet understood that combat had begun, and lunged forward, ready to tear the dwarf’s throat out; as the deadly bullet and deadly wolf raced towards her, the dwarf held her arms out, and a shimmering barrier covered both her and the unconscious Cassie. The bullet was repelled effortlessly, and ricocheted off the barrier, causing the blood elf woman to duck quickly. She felt no small amount of shame as a quick release of urine wet her panties at the sudden event. The wolf was mid-jump as the barrier expanded, which impacted its snout forcefully, sending it flying several feet back, whimpering. In anger, the hunter moved forward, then began bashing the butt of her rifle into the priest’s shield. It had no real effect. The priest sneered at her from inside the barrier, knowing that the hunter could not get inside. The dwarf stood up. Her legs shook and wobbled, signifying that the liquor was still choking her head. She put her hands together in a prayer formation, inhaled sharply, then exhaled a strange light engulfed her body. It wasn’t an easy technique, but it was one she had honed over many years of drinking and bar-hopping until she pissed herself. She had cleansed herself of the alcohol’s effects. This spell had a side-effect, however. The substance needed somewhere to go. It found its exit, she knew, as another wave of urine spilled into her borrowed pants. The stain that covered her thighs and butt grew, and reached down to her ankles. In her now sober state, she was able to feel properly embarassed about it. As the dwarf finished her strange ritual, Syra fallen back a bit, and summoned her pet to her side. The priest’s barrier would only last maybe ten, twenty seconds longer. As soon as it faded, her simple shirt would not save her from a bullet through the heart. The dwarf knew it, too. She began weighing her options, but all possible scenarios ended with her being shot or eaten by a wolf. All except one, but it was a spell she hated using. As quick as she could, the young priest extended her hand, but it was not light that engulfed it this time. A thick, black and purple smoke erupted from her hand, as the priest’s eyes glowed purple. The blood elf only wondered what was happening for a second. Then she felt it. She felt the priest in her head. Mind Control! She realized, all too late. Her brain had become a battleground between herself and the priest. She collapsed to her knees, arms and legs twitching and flailing as two entities vied for control of them. As she rolled around on her back, struggling against the mental invader, she had to forego control of some things. Her bladder emptied with no resistance, and her dark red panties quickly saturated at the front, and the wetness flowed down, leaking through her armored greaves. As she continued to thrash about in a warm puddle, her bowels had to be let go, as well. She lifted up her legs a bit, and a foul squelch could be heard as her mess erupted into her panties. The mess squished up against her armor, leaving no sign of its presence aside from the odor. The wolf was well-aware of the sudden anguish its master was in, and it was able to see the cause of it. It also saw the dwarf’s shield dissipate, having run its course. The wolf pounced upon the woman, and tore into her exposed arm. The dwarf screamed, and fell backwards, the wolf on top of her, continuing to mangle her arm. Had she not expelled the contents of her bowels earlier, she certainly would have now. With her concentration interrupted, the blood elf was suddenly the only one in her body, as it should be. She lied on her back for a short few seconds, panting heavily. She sat up, and felt her mess squish up against her butt. She looked down and noticed the puddle that she sat in, as well. She felt bile rising in her throat as she looked on in disgust. Then she noticed the screaming behind her. She turned around to see her loyal pet tearing the priest apart. You are gonna get so many treats, she thought gratefully. She rose up, her legs still not fully back under her control. With the human still unconscious somehow, and the dwarf woman incapacitated, all she needed was two short trigger pulls. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ As the battle was happening, Beili was still holding on to the branch. The excitement of mortal peril had worn off, and she was, quite frankly, bored. Her messy bottom was ever-present, and every movement of her legs allowed her to feel it squish up against her. To combat the boredom, she began pulling her legs up and wiggling them around, feeling her expulsion fill up every part of her panties, and cover her backside. Her fur would need a very thorough cleaning, but that was nothing new to her. After she had some fun with her mess for a few moments, she realized: she had to pee. Pretty badly. She gave a deep sigh, and her butt and legs tensed for a second, before going completely slack. Wetness filled her still damp panties, and her streams ran down her legs. The warmth was actually pretty nice, since it was kind of chilly. She looked down a bit to notice the front of her skirt had a growing wet splotch at the front, which was flowing downwards. She gave an aroused smile and sigh. She was in bliss. She only regretted she didn’t have a free hand to help her expand on that bliss. She rubbed her wet legs together, feeling the damp fur against herself. As she felt her wet crotch and legs, and felt her messy butt and full panties, it was just too much. She was overcome with pleasure. She gasped, and felt a different liquid flow into her ruined panties. Maybe it was the fact that she had just cum in the face of mortal danger (something she resolved to work into her new life motto), but it was the best orgasm she’d ever had. Several minutes later, her problem still remained: she was still stuck. And she was becoming reasonably sure that her friends weren’t coming to save her any time soon. She looked around for anything she could use to her advantage. As she assessed the cliff face she dangled from, she noticed that it had several rocky outcroppings. Much too far apart for a normal person to climb, but she was no normal person (in a variety of ways). She realized that with some careful precision, admittedly, a lot to ask of a drunk person, she could use the warrior skill “Heroic Leap” to climb the ledges. Using her mighty, muscled arms, she lifted herself up on top of the branch, and felt it groan in protest. She hurried over to the base of it, where it stuck out from the cliff. Her eyes darted about the cliff face until she spotted a nearby outcropping, many yards above her. She bent her legs, then jumped with all her might, hurtling through the air as if launched from a catapult. She landed with a crash upon the rocky promontory, and looked down to see the branch that had been supporting her fall from the cliff, and tumble into the waters below. Heroic Leap took a short while to recover from, so it was going to take her a few moments to finish her climb. As she prepared to jump up to next ledge in line, she resolved to maybe not tell her friends that she almost died because she picked a dangerous place to try and masturbate. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cassie groaned angrily, and sat upright, too tired and inebriated to pay much attention to the mess in her underwear. She had risen to shout at Beili and Bhalna to shut up so she could sleep, but stopped with her mouth open when she saw Bhalna being attacked by a wolf, and a strange, gun-wielding blood elf walking towards the pair of them. She reached to her side, grabbed a weapon, and stood up. She nearly collapsed from the effort, but managed to keep her feet. She turned, and quickly kicked the wolf in the side as hard as she could, forcing it off of Bhalna, and then charge the hunter. Syra held up her rifle, and blocked Cassie’s strike. In fact, the hunter’s rifle didn’t just block Cassie’s weapon, it shattered it into several pieces. She looked down in shock and confusion to see that she had grabbed not her sword, but a stick. As she reflected on this error, her vision was suddenly occupied by the fast-approaching butt of a rifle. Meanwhile, Bhalna quickly scampered away from the wolf, turned, and pumped it full of holy, vengeful energy. The wolf wailed in pain, then fell. She didn’t think she killed it, since she could barely focus enough to launch an attack through the pain of her ruined hand. She looked up to see the hunter brutally beating Cassie with her rifle. She prepared to lob some kind of spell forward to help, but noticed something behind the hunter, and resolved that it was probably unnecessary. The hunter drew her weapon back, ready to drive it into the human again, but as her hands shot forward, she noticed the rifle was no longer in them. She turned around slowly, just in time for the rifle to be swung like a club and impact her in the gut, sending her flying several feet away. Beili had returned. The blood elf woman slowly sat up, gut screaming in pain. She looked up to see the pandaren levelling the gun at her head. It would appear that they did not intend to show her the same mercy they had shown Oza. She was overcome with fear. Her eyes were open wide, and anything in her bladder and bowels that hadn’t escaped earlier did now. A thrown knife sliced through the air, and crashed into the barrel of the rifle, causing the pandaren to miss the shot. A familiar rogue appeared from the shadows, dropping a flurry of smoke bombs around the camp. In the camp, she hastily grabbed Syra and her pet wolf, and used her stealth to help them escape. When the smoke had cleared and the threat had gone, the three women took stock of what had happened. Bhalna set to work healing her hand, and Cassie’s mangled face. After only a few moments, they both sported only light scars. Bhalna was a talented healer indeed. She was also on the verge of tears, and visibly shaking. In her panicked, shuddering voice, she recounted what happened to Beili, who quietly embraced her in a hug, neither woman minded their wet and messy states too much. Once everything was said and done, Beili could stand no longer. She fell down onto her sleeping bag, and her exhaustion took her. Cassie had simply been beaten unconscious, so she wasn’t going anywhere. Only Bhalna remained awake, looking up at the stars, lost in thought. It was hard to have meaningful thoughts to yourself when you could feel your urine-soaked pants clinging to your thighs, but she managed. I shouldn’t have used mind-control… she thought to herself. She had always hated the spell. She hated using it, and she, like everyone else, despised having it used on her. She looked between her two friends, and felt comforted. She would let them sleep, and in a short while, she would rejoin them in it, as well. She didn’t think that the Horde were going to try anything again tonight.
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  27. I think the loser wetting the floor and being forced to mop it up is good enough
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  28. You went through the original thread and this one in two nights? Wow, I'm glad you liked it that much.
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  29. I started working in Alaska in 2006 , I've got a long reputation of being a perticulary good engineer, I got offered to go and do cod pot fishing on the bearing side. having spent several years at this point in Alaska I was comfortable to what I was getting my self in to. i shipped up my tools and along with that a tote of diapers. ive got awesome bladder control, but something about being in the cold , drinking gallons of coffee just makes me need to go constantly. long story short 90 days on a fishing boat close quarters using diapers. It the best part was my girl friend picking me up dressed in a skirt and a very soaked diaper. Frankly by the end of it , I'm sure mostly everybody knew I was wearing . But if your a a-hole enough , nobody is willing to bother you.
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  30. Makishi's Art

    Thanks! I could maybe do a little something with Quiet. I have thought of something before, my idea was more like a few frames of her getting desperate in the helicopter on the way back from a mission and maybe Big Boss is kind enough to give her a bottle to go in or something.... Maybe I will, maybe I won't.... ....I probably will, the D. VA one I did was quite liked so why not do some more Overwatch omo!
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  31. Tied Up

    -Thank you for your feedback. :) Kara's story continues below, and there will be even more later!- Heart heavy with a volatile combination of hatred for Dr. Zhou and hopelessness about her imprisonment, Kara stood motionless under the spray of the shower head. Rivulets of lukewarm water ran down her face, mixing with her bitter tears. She tried to ignore the nurse's shadow behind the translucent curtain, and instead focused on scrubbing her lean body with a small bar of soap. "Hurry up, Kara," the woman said in a flat voice. "It's almost time for dinner." Kara placed the soap back on the tile shelf when she was struck with an idea. Still sure that the nurse couldn't see anything more than her outline, she stood over the drain, spread her feet slightly, tensed her stomach, and peed out the remaining urine in her bladder. She was surprised that the stream was so strong, for she hadn't felt that level of desperation. I wonder if all the holding hurt my bladder, she thought. But since she didn't see a way out of her predicament, she didn't allow the possibility of injury to trouble her. She turned off the faucet and dried herself off. The nurse yanked back the curtain and presented Kara with a stack of clothing, topped with a extra thick pull-on diaper. Rage started simmering in Kara's chest. She clenched her jaw and balled her fists, fantasizing about smacking the diaper out of the nurse's hands, about screaming and fighting and pushing for release, about breaking absolutely everything within reach--especially if it involved breaking Dr. Zhou's neck. But she said nothing as she slid the offending garment up her pale legs and over her hips. "Good girl," the nurse said, still as expressionless as a potato. Kara rolled her eyes and dressed herself in the dull gray hospital uniform: a faded pair of sweatpants, a threadbare t-shirt, and a sweatshirt that was at least two sizes too large. She pulled her hair into a slick ponytail and followed the nurse to a plain room with an arrangement of tables, all bolted to the floor. Although Kara hadn't been expecting a tasty or exciting meal, considering she was in a hospital, she was definitely taken aback at what was served for dinner: a protein shake, a 12-oz cup of water, and a 12-oz cup of cranberry juice cocktail. She slid into a seat next to Mattie, who was struggling with her shake. "Blechhh," she said, wiping her mouth with her hand. "Fuckin' ass juice." She glared at a staff member who admonished her for cursing, and threatened to throw her shake in his face. "Just make it disappear," he said, and stalked off. Kara defiantly pushed away her shake and folded her arms. "No use refusing," Mattie said, staring into the near distance. "They'll tube you for being a 'nutritional risk'." In the end, Kara downed her assorted fluids and remained silent as she was escorted back to the common room, where everyone congregated for "relaxation therapy"--an activity that involved dimming the lights and watching a three-hour slideshow of images staff determined were "peaceful". To no one's surprise, the slideshow had a generous collection of waterfall pictures and a soundtrack that was mostly ocean waves. Mattie and several other girls groaned, and Kara bit her lip. Two hours. She directed her attention to her bladder, which was still sore from the torture. I can make it two hours. Another half hour scraped by. Kara heard water pattering on the polished concrete floor, and looked to her left at an older girl sitting very, very still, her lips pursed and eyes clenched shut. Diluted urine was pouring in streams from her seat, making a widening pool around the girl's shaking feet. Kara averted her gaze, embarrassed for the girl. Watching another person wet themselves triggered a sudden bladder spasm. Kara bit her lip and gripped the edge of the table, clinging to the surface with short fingernails. She took deep breaths and tightened her sphincter, which gave a weak twitch of protest. Whimpering, Kara cradled her heavy, swelling bladder and repeated in her head, "I can hold it... I can hold it...." "What's wrong?" Mattie whispered. "That girl having an accident... it just reminded me of how badly I need to go," Kara moaned. "I gave up about an hour ago," Mattie responded with a shrug. "I don't give a damn anymore." Kara's hands went to her face. "No! I don't believe you!" Mattie slowly stood, and turned her back to Kara. Kara's eyes traveled down to Mattie's bum. Dark crescents of moisture were visible between her legs. There was a thin line of dark wetness traveling down the inner leg of her sweatpants. She'd wet herself so much, her diaper had leaked. Kara's bladder spasmed again, and then briefly contracted. She quickly jammed her fingers into her crotch, putting pressure on her trembling pee hole through the layers of her diaper. There was a slight dampness in between her legs, but Kara knew it was sweat. She hadn't wet herself...yet. "You can make it to the bathroom," Mattie said dully. "Hold on for the both of us." She pulled off her sweatshirt and tied it around her waist, temporarily hiding her accident. Kara's desperation slammed into her. She squirmed, fingers still pressing against her pee hole to hold back the flood. The girl was so desperate, she was panting. A small groan escaped her throat, catching the attention of a nearby staffer. "Gotta go?" she asked bluntly. Tears pricked Kara's eyes. She nodded. Her legs were pretzeled together and she was swaying her hips. The attendant looked at her watch. "Five minutes," she said. "Your break is in five minutes." Gasping, Kara nearly lost it right then and there. Battling to control her body, she rocked back and forth in her chair. What would happen if she stood? Could she even walk to the bathroom without wetting herself? Those five minutes of torture felt like an eternity, but as promised, the nurse entered the room and beckoned Kara. Kara tried to coach herself. Okay. You can do this. Okay. *Deep breath* You got this. Okay. "You comin' or what?" demanded the woman. Kara clung to her control with all fibers of her being, and slowly stood up. As her bottom left the hard seat of her chair, a tiny bead of pee trickled out. Kara marched in place for a few seconds, hands firmly jammed between her legs. "Come on! Either come with me or wait another three hours," the nurse said. Kara was so desperate, she couldn't speak. Toes curled inside her socks, she hobbled to the door, stopped to march some more, hobbled into the hallway, stopped, marched, and so on for the nearly unbearable journey to the tiled bathroom. Her hands shook as she frantically pounded her way to one of the stalls. She didn't care if the nurse saw anything, so she breezed past the cubicle door and stood in front of the toilet, stomping her feet like mad as she tore at her clothes. As she was tearing off her diaper, her body tensed. Her stomach muscles bore down as they'd done before, and as soon as she turned to sit down, urine exploded from her. But she'd made it. Her head sagged with relief as she sat and peed, the fluid thrashing its way out of her with remarkable force. The girl's entire body trembled as she peed and peed. She barely noticed the small amount of urine that was streaming down her leg, and the slightest bit of moisture absorbed into the crotch of her diaper. As far as she was concerned, she had made it. Finally.
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    Becky Lesabre had just got in from shopping. You can see she has to pee and ends up going right in her jeans. Warning: this video contains nudity at the end when she takes her wet jeans off. [clips4sale.com]beckypee082015.wmv
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  33. March 11th, 2017 My hubby recently got a new job and has been working very very hard, and on top of that he's been so supportive to his family besides me, and our friends, I figured he should have a chance to unwind, get some well need rest, and a good time ^^' The house was empty, it was nice for a change, we usually had someone around at all times, so I did my cleaning, did some baking, drank a ton of water and tea. Gotta keep hydrated, but no one told me I should use the bathroom when my bladder is full, I was a busy busy girl. My hubby texted me letting me know he was on his way, and if I wanted anything from Tim Hortons, hmm lol, yep, Steep Tea. I had to pee, but I could hold off. I ran upstairs and got out of my clothes, and found a purple and black baby doll (Lingerie) that I owned, with a g-string to match, very sexy, and black thigh highs. I re-did my hair to let more of it down and had dinner ready. He came home, and I threw myself in his arms, he didn't even make it in the door and I was showing him my appriciation for all that he has done and the many sacrafices he had made. He gave me quite the mouthful ^^. After he took pleasure in my mouth, I got up, and took him the table where I had him some dinner ready. I don't think he was interested in dinner, but I told him he needed to eat, and i'll go draw him a bath. I went upstairs slowly, I could feel his eyes following me, and looking at my butt lol, i was getting very excited, I turned on the spout and the water came rushing into the tub, oh great lol, that and sipping on my tea only made the urge to pee increase, so much I peed a tiny bit, and a small wetspot formed. Uh oh lol. I heard him litterally RUN up the stairs, it was very evident he was coming this way, so I quickly put some bubbles in for him, and swished around the water, bending over slightly for him to see when he came in. I slowly walked over to him and kissed him. I un did his shirt, and got him undressed then I kissed him and worked my way down until I was at eye level with his manhood, teasing him this time. He was getting really excited, I looked up and stopped and told him he should have a nice relaxing bath. I was biting my lip at this point, I really had to pee, my nipples were really hard, it was hurting. I went over to the counter to fix my hair, then I felt his hands on my waist from behind, kissing me, and bending me over abit, fondling me. I began to pee, only to find him rubbing me with good pleasure. I exploded pee all over his hand, as he made me climax, I didn't give a damn about the floor or the mats, I was very aroused still, and very much turned on, I needed more, I was very needy. He pulled me into the tub with him, he didn't even give me a chance to get out of my lingerie set, and we made very sweet love in the tub, it felt amazing, it took him a few minutes more to climax but it was so very worth it. He gave me good reason to bath with him ^^ We laid there for half an hour, I could feel him in me, mostly still, I really enjoyed feeling his heart beat as my head was against his chest, and his hand was on my head, petting my hair gently. I felt very close to him, very happy, very safe ^^ Now for dessert ;)
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  34. There's nothing wrong with having a secondary (or even primary) main character be a villain or villainous. This is a good, sexy story, and nobody in it thus far has been exactly "heroic". It's not a heroic story. Kay is outright a villain, point blank, and she is still likeable. There is nothing wrong this. It is fiction. She's not a "I'm going to destroy the world" type villain, but everything she does is motivated by self-interest. This is fine.. I prefer characters that are flawed. Heroic and villainous characters alike have flaws, heroic ones use those flaws or work around them to help others, villains are often motivated by those flaws - they can still be very likeable. Even the protagonist is firmly in the middle of the villain-hero arc, and as this progresses I could easily see her becoming a villain despite being the protagonist: she already sees things Kay's way quite easily when given the speech about "well, would YOU give all your money away if you had this much?" She was honest with herself, and figured "probably not". Time could tell as the story progresses, again, it makes it more interesting that all of the characters thus far have been deeply flawed and motivated almost entirely by self-interest. It's a theme, and a fun one at that, even the last contestant who we were to feel sorry for was deceitful and motivated entirely by what she thought was an easy paycheck.
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  35. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH~~ <3 <3 Made it to the bathroom with pee running down my legs and am now sat on the toilet peeing a torrent through my panties and pyjamas and it feels so so good <3
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  36. That is kind of what I thought. I interpreted her behavior as jealousy, almost like she was thinking Jae belonged to her and not anyone else.
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  37. Here you go. The Priory 1.mp4 The Priory 2.mp4 The Priory 3.mp4 The Priory 4.mp4
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  38. Quickly sketched this of Kyoko from madoka and also colored the last one i posted
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  39. It's been awhile since I last indulged my hubby, especially with family staying, but today (dec 1st) I thought I'd start the month off right ^^' nothing fancy, but just enough to make him very, very excited! I had on his favorite teal maxi skirt. Light shade nude colored,it kinda made it obvious to know I was in a thong (light blue) the way the skirt clinged. I didn't have any special shirt on, just a regular teal dress shirt that I had that's very close in the same shade as my skirt. My hubby and I went out for a late date, so I took this moment to do something special just for him. I made sure to consume a lot of water. We had a lovely time out. After we were done, I jumped on top of the hood of the car, posing ;) trying to sell my hubby a car he already owns lol was easy! If I threw myself in the package! Bad ^^' I really had to pee, holding it in was bad enough, trying to act sexy without the whimpering was hard!! I was laying on my side and undid a few buttons to get his attention ^^' I love push up bras, it really gives him sonething to look at besides my eyes ^.~ I placed my hand between my legs through my skirt. I exhaled and began to pee. My skirt instantly got soaked, as I rubbed myself. It felt so good lol, I was getting out of breath and getting really horny. You could hear the dripping from the car to the ground. I squeeked out "do me"but to many risks of being caught. I hopped off the car to see the damage, I hate when I pee Laying on my side, the one half of my skirt is soaked but the other dry. Part of my nice shirt was wet. I got in the back if the car to strip down to just my bra and thong, luckily I had my trench coat ^^' no one will be the wiser! I could tell my hubby was very excited, his pants betrayed him well! ^^' my plans were huge, like hubby's member ;) As soon as we got him, he carried me quietly up the stairs. It was safe ^^*, I had to pee again, I went to the bathroom and laid on the floor, on my stomach looking up at my man, who was really fast at getting undressed o,o . I made sure he could see my cleavage and asked how he wanted me..right after I pee. It felt weird as it pooled around my stomach, thats what showers are for ^^' after I was done, you can only guess what we did before we showered up! ;)
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  40. View File wetting the bed at friend's house 3 The serie is from HUNT-874, there aren't sex scenes in my cut, but at the end there is a short glimpse of nudism Submitter Canela Submitted 03/28/2015 Category Pajama Wetting
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  41. View File wetting the bed at friend's house 4 Submitter Canela Submitted 03/28/2015 Category Pajama Wetting
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  42. “You have an absolutely gorgeous body,” Dee said as Emma slid her soaked panties off and stepped into the shower. “I know I'm cute enough, but I have weird hips.” The blonde girl poked her hips, which did not appear 'weird' in any way. “You're beautiful,” Emma assured her. “Everyone feels like there's something not perfect about themselves, but it's usually all in their head.” Dee smiled, then turned to fiddle with the shower's digital settings. She obviously knew it well, because they were both enjoying the warm water within seconds. “So how do you like it here so far?” Emma closed her eyes and leaned back against one of the shower walls. “I honestly can't even describe it. It still feels like a dream. To think that a place like this, that a woman like Kay, that any of this can exist...” “I felt the same way too. I very nearly refused to call the number she gave me. I was bursting to pee but she just kept donating more and more money...eventually I caved and called the number and she made me drink water and hold it in until I wet my carpet. I put up a huge fight about it, I really didn't want to pee on the floor, but how could I turn down that kind of money? I was barely out of high school, my parents kicked me out of the house the second I turned eighteen because I'm an atheist, I had nothing. Kay quite literally saved my life, and showed me an entirely new world.” Emma looked up, busy rinsing her inner thighs. “I can't say I had that much trouble before all this, but I understand what you mean. I was barely managing university, struggling to eat every day. I got lucky on my camsite, I had a few regulars who were really into red hair and would pay a lot just to watch me comb it and wash it, but they came and went. Heh...'came'...” Dee playfully slapped Emma's shoulder. “Perv,” she giggled. “Ugh, my legs hurt from holding.” She leaned on a wall and slid onto her butt, halfheartedly scrubbing her chest. “I already feel like I need to pee again.” “It's just the shower,” Emma shrugged. “Yeah I know. Trying not to pee in the shower is almost harder than holding it when I'm actually desperate.” “Maybe I can help,” Emma whispered. She dropped lightly to her knees and reached for Dee's crotch. “Oy,” Kay's voice interrupted suddenly. “Focus up, subjects. There will be time for fun later. You both need rest. Get out of the shower and go to sleep.” “Yes, mum,” Emma droned sardonically. Dee just sighed and stood up. She helped Emma to her feet, finished rinsing the soap off her legs, and turned off the shower. The two women put their masks back on and left the bathing room. “Remember to put your clothes on, subject,” Kay said. “Can't I just sleep naked and get them on in the morning?” Emma asked. “No,” Kay answered simply. “Oh, Dee, I forgot to mention. You'll be on Stage L tomorrow.” Emma furrowed her brow as Dee's face fell into a frown. “Really? Already?” Dee asked. “Don't argue, the clients want it.” Dee sighed and looked strangely at Emma. “Yes, Professor.” “Good. Have a nice night, subjects,” Kay finished. “What's all that about, then?” Emma asked, slightly concerned at the look on Dee's face. “Doesn't matter,” Dee said. “Get your clothes on, I'm very tired.” “Alright then,” Emma mumbled. She walked over to the dresser and pulled the drawer open, then sighed. She pulled out a pair of light-colored jean shorts. “Fuck's sake, I hate jeans. And they're gonna be torture when my bladder fills up.” “Guess that's the whole point of it, eh?” Dee muttered. “Yeah. Won't be hard to sleep either way, I'm knackered.” She looked back in the drawer, pulling out another pair of the wonderful satin panties, this time in light blue. “At least I get these,” she quipped, waving them over her head. “Oh hell yes, I love those,” Dee moaned. “I have a good stash of them myself after living here for so long.” Emma slid the panties on, then the jean shorts. She zipped and buttoned them, then looked back into the drawer to pull out a black leather belt. She literally never wore jeans, so she had next to no experience putting on belts. She fiddled with it for a minute before finally clasping it in place. She noticed that there were a number of big holes in the leather, larger than the ones for the clasp and all aligned with each other when the belt was on. She didn't know enough about belts to question this, so she went back to the drawer and took a light blue, very lacy push-up bra. She began to place it on her breasts, but Kay's voice spoke up again. “It's alright if you wait until morning for that. No woman should be forced to sleep in a bra.” “Thank you, Professor,” Emma said with a smile. “Wait, what about the shirt?” “Meh, don't worry about it,” Kay said. Emma shrugged and dropped the bra back in the drawer and jumped onto the bed. It was the softest, most comfortable bed she'd ever been on. She snuggled up against the wall and lifted the blanket up for Dee to crawl up next to her. The blonde woman laid on her back, staring at the ceiling. “Good night, Emma,” Dee whispered. “And...good luck tomorrow...” If she wasn't so tired, Emma might have heard the slight tone of warning in Dee's voice. However, it went unheard as Emma fell asleep within seconds. Chime. Chime. Chime. Chime. “Shit, yes, I'm up, can that noise before I throw a wobbler,” Emma groaned. The chimes ceased. “Good morning, Subject,” Kay said happily. “Bloody hell, I need to piss,” Emma responded. She double-crossed her legs and gasped. She had woken up completely desperate. It made sense; she had been drinking up until the moment she lost control. She had only peed one and a half liters, meaning that there were still over two liters slowly making its way to her bladder. She stayed in place for a time, her face held in a grimace. After about a minute, and after she had actually woken up a bit, the pressure died down to a somewhat manageable level. “I'm surprised I didn't wee the bed.” “You wouldn't think so, but that's actually only happened four times since I started this whole thing. Without any existing issues, it's really difficult to actually urinate in your sleep.” “Glad of it,” Emma said. She rolled over and sat up, finally noticing that Dee was gone. She stood and gasped again as her bladder throbbed hard. Her solid belly strained tightly against the unforgiving jean shorts. “Ugh, I'm really not gonna last too long this morning.” “Get your bra and shirt on,” Kay ordered. Emma stumbled to the dresser and got out the lacy bra, putting it on quickly. Next was a very cute white blouse that almost looked like something a pirate would wear, if that pirate were someone in a halloween costume who had no idea what a pirate actually looked like. “Gotta wee, god damn, these jeans...” “If you're really that desperate already, you're in luck. A client would like you to remove your shorts and panties and urinate in a toilet like any ordinary woman. The reward for doing so will be five hundred thousand dollars.” Emma blinked. “Er...” “That's all,” Kay said. “You'll notice that a toilet now resides in the bathing room. It's been hidden behind a rotating wall, Scooby Doo style. All you need to do is remove your shorts and panties, sit down, and pee. Note that if you relieve yourself anywhere other than this toilet, you will not receive a cent of reward money for this pee, I promise you that. You are also not allowed to pee through your clothes. Also, be aware that the toilet in the locker room downstairs has been removed.” Emma stepped into the bathing room. Sure enough, a perfectly ordinary toilet now sat against the back wall, right where the bathtub used to be. “Are...are you sure I'm supposed to do this?” Emma asked tentatively. “Yep,” Kay chirped. Emma shrugged and approached the toilet. The sight of it increased her desperation greatly, and she had to fight hard not to leak. She flipped the lid open and recoiled, as though she was expecting some sort of explosive. Nothing happened, and the toilet just sat there invitingly. “Well, alright then.” Emma reached for her belt. She gripped the leather and pulled. It didn't budge. Emma frowned and looked down. Her mouth fell open as she saw a small padlock, looped through those large holes in the leather of her belt. “I figured this was dodgy. That thing about 'Stage G,' that was some kind of code to make Dee do this to me, wasn't it? Alright, give me the gen, what am I supposed to do so I can wee?” Kay was silent. “Professor?” Nothing. Emma sighed. Nothing to do but go downstairs, I suppose. Kay wants the clients pleased, so there has to be some way out of this. She shut the toilet lid and left the bathing room behind. As she approached the staircase, she noticed an envelope taped onto the banister. She reached out and took it, pulling it open quickly and withdrawing a neatly folded letter. Emma, I am so very sorry about this. I didn't want to do it, I didn't think you were ready for such a challenge, but the Professor knew that you would wake up desperate and I had to follow orders. I just hope you're as smart as you are beautiful, or you don't have a chance. Please forgive me. Go to the Office Scene. Your first clue awaits. -Dee. Emma dropped the letter and crossed her arms, breathing out slowly as her bladder continued throbbing and contracting. Alright, there's no way to avoid whatever this is, and I seriously need to wee. I'd better get on with it, no time to think. Emma slowly made her way downstairs, trying to walk gracefully to avoid jostling her bladder. She crossed the living room and walked into the hallway, then stepped into the office scene. She immediately noticed that the computer was turned on, the screen displaying an open Word document. Emma approached the computer and settled in the office chair, crossing her legs tightly as she looked at the screen. The Word document contained one simple sentence: "THE LAST THING YOU WANT IS THE ONE THING YOU NEED." Emma stared at the screen, blinking helplessly. “The last thing I...” It doesn't take long for the answer to click in her head. “Well, the last thing I want right now is to drink more and get even more desperate,” she muttered to herself. “I thought it was weird that you didn't tell me to drink yet.” Her attempt to get Kay to talk was ineffective, the woman remaining silent. “Guess I should head for the fridge.” Emma stood up, moaning as her bladder protests the motion. She ignored it and left the room, moving as quickly as she could until she stepped into the kitchen. Everything appeared ordinary as she approached the fridge, and she reached out to open it. The usual rows of water bottles were absent, in their place was a line of five small, black jars with nozzles similar to a child's sippy cup. She picked one up, noticing that they were heavy for their size. Definitely filled with water. She grabbed at the lid and turned it to no avail; they were sealed very tightly. Emma estimated that each container, based on their size, held about two hundred milliliters. If she drank them all, that would be a full liter slowly making its way towards her bladder while she tried to do whatever else she had to do. Knowing better than to believe such a trick would work, she still turned one of the jars upside-down, shaking it. No liquid left the container. Of course. Well, here goes nothing. Emma placed the nozzle in her mouth and sucked in. Her eyes went wide when she tasted not water, but sweet iced coffee. Despite the great flavor, Emma knew that coffee was very well known for making someone need to pee far faster than most other drinks. “This is like some kind of mild version of the bloody SAW movies,” Emma groaned. With no other way out of the situation, she continued drinking the coffee until the container ran dry. Moments after the coffee was finished, the container began beeping loudly. Startled, Emma dropped the jar. It landed unharmed on the tile floor, but then the lid popped off with a pneumatic hiss. Blinking, Emma reached down and picked it back up. Inside was a small key, inserted into a slot on the side of the container. She reached inside and pulled the key free, looking around for any clue about what comes next. Turning towards the door, she noticed that it was shut, a large sign hanging from the doorknob that read 'FINISH THEM ALL.' Emma's bladder screamed for relief, constantly throbbing and pulsating around her whole body. Every few seconds she felt a strong contraction, forcing her to focus solely on holding it in. The four remaining jars intimidated her. I'm getting greedy...at this point, I shouldn't be too concerned about losing half a million. But I want everything I can get...and I think I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't want to get through this. Kay keeps pushing me to my very limits, and I love that. I have to keep going. She grabbed another jar and began drinking without another thought. As soon as the flavor entered her mouth, she coughed slightly and pulled the jar away. “FUCKING WINE?” Emma shouted. Alcohol was even more notorious than coffee for making people pee. “You're sadistic,” she moaned, but still she continued drinking the flavorful beverage. It was the best wine she'd ever tasted, and certainly the strongest. Probably costs a few thousand dollars a bottle, knowing Kay... Once she finished, the container started beeping as well. Expecting it this time, she placed the jar on the kitchen counter. Seconds later, the lid flew off, revealing another small key. On to the next bottle. This time she expected the unexpected, and rightfully so as she tasted green tea upon taking a small cautionary sip. The next jar was full of orange juice, and the last contained simple coca-cola. Finally she has all five keys in-hand, after having drank a liter of beverages all of which were obviously designed to dramatically increase her desperation. Upon stepping away from the fridge, she heard a loud beep as the large appliance began sinking into the floor. She stared at it wide-eyed as it retracted completely out of sight, a sliding trap door locking into place over it. Built into the wall that the fridge had been covering was a small metal hatch, five keyholes lining the front of it in a row. Moaning as her ever-increasing need to pee batters her waning willpower, she sat down in front of the hatch and held one of the keys. She tried inserting it into the first keyhole, but it wouldn't go more than halfway in. Sighing, she switched to another key to try again. It took her a couple of minutes to find the right key for each hole but eventually the hatch fell open, revealing a very tight passage that led into the wall. Leaning down, she saw that the passage was long, at least thirty feet, and well-lit with a single line of LED bulbs spanning the entire way. After staring down the tunnel in confusion for a few moments, Emma realized the point of this. She would have to crawl through. On her front. With her bulging bladder pressing into the floor of the passage as she moved. Despite the absurdity of this task and the extreme pressure inside of her, Emma knew that the faster she moves, the sooner she'll get to pee. Despite her body telling her to rest, she knew that a full liter of various diuretics was going to be added to her bladder soon, and that she would have no chance of making it through after that began to happen. “MOVE IT!” Emma yelled to herself, forcing her body into motion as she got down on the kitchen floor. The added pressure immediately caused her to gasp, her pee hole vibrating from the quantity of liquid that was squeezed up against it. Arm over arm, Emma began crawling through the tunnel. The ceiling of it was so low that she couldn't get on her hands and knees, couldn't keep her distended bladder off the ground. Every time she moved forwards, the balloon inside of her pressed hard against the floor, sending shockwaves of desperation cascading across her whole body. Crying out with each motion, Emma proceeded slowly through the passage, trying to use her breasts as a sort of pillow to keep the weight of her torso off of her bladder. It barely worked, as her belly was bulging out nearly as far as her chest. It took her fifteen minutes of struggling to force her way through to the other end, but finally she stumbled to her feet, immediately twisting her legs together and breathing heavily, her eyes squeezed shut. A minute later, after she regained some semblance of control, she stood straight and opened her eyes to examine her new location. Blinking as bright lights filled her vision, she saw that she was in a large round room, the walls painted light blue like a clear sky. In the very center of the room were two square, wooden podiums, one of which was occupied by a woman who Emma had never seen. A slender black woman wearing an emerald-green maxi dress and matching masquerade mask, her legs crossed and her hands pressed hard against her crotch. On the right sat a row of bleachers, occupied by six other women, all wearing masks of different colors. On the left stood Dee who was now wearing a sort of butler uniform, holding a large tray full of what appeared to be shot glasses. Directly across the room from her, on a large chair that resembled a King's throne, sat Kay herself. Looking magnificent as always, she stared at Emma through her incredibly ornate mask, her left leg casually crossed over her right, revealing one of her perfect thighs through her ruby-colored long side slit dress. “Hello, Subject,” Kay called, her voice echoing loudly around the room. “Welcome to my game show: 'Who Doesn't Want to Piss Themselves?” “Is this bloody real?” was all that Emma could muster. “Oh, it is. This is my own brand of fun; the clients watch but have no control over this. Every one of my girls goes through it, though usually on their last day. You've shown such aptitude that I decided to allow you to join early. Also, I have...other plans for your last day here. You already know Dee, of course. The woman at the podium is Jae. She came here once before, about a year ago. She made it through three days but then she fell sick with a cold. She was having no fun at all after that, and if the girls aren't enjoying it, I'm not enjoying it. So I sent her home with the promise of allowing her to return to try again someday. The onlookers are the rest of the girls that decided to stay with me after their own original turns in the complex. No need to bother with names right now, you'll meet them all personally soon enough.” Emma's brain struggled to process simple words through her unbelievable desperation, but she got the gist of it. “Right. Pee game show. What are the rules? Be quick about it before I wee right here.” Kay chuckled, uncrossing her legs and leaning forwards. “The rules are simple. I will ask each of you a question, alternating contestant between each one. The questions will all be related to pee in some way, ranging from anatomical questions to trivia about particular scenes in movies and television shows. I brought Jae here because she has about as much experience with this as you do. Any of my other girls would wipe the floor with you. If you answer a question correctly, you will be given an empty shot glass and be allowed to fill it. If you can't stop peeing afterwards, you obviously lose. If you answer wrong or simply don't answer, you will be given a shot glass of water to drink. There are ten questions and each shot glass is one hundred milliliters of water...so if you get every one wrong, you will have another entire liter going into you. As you can see, Jae is extremely desperate as well, so she's going to be playing to win. If you lose the competition, you will be dumped back in the house to continue on normally, your five hundred thousand dollar bonus reward gone.” Emma just nods desperately. “Alright, I'm ready. Let's go.” She hobbles over to the free podium, placing her hands on its edge. “Fine, fine,” Kay moaned. “No time to waste, I guess. First question is for Jae: What is the average capacity of the human bladder?” “Five hundred milliliters!” Jae shouts quickly. “Correct!” Kay shouted. “I'd say that 'Average' isn't very fun though. Five hundred milliliters doesn't even produce a bulge...Anyway, get drinking.” Dee immediately stepped up and handed Jae an empty shot glass. Without any delay, the woman pulled her dress up over her waist and tore her green panties down, pressing the shot glass against her reddened lips. Less than a second later, a burst of pee shot out of her and filled the glass instantly. With a loud groan of agony, Jae stopped peeing and placed the full glass on the podium. “Next question is for Emma: In the 2010 movie 'Frozen,' a woman is forced to wet her pants after over a day of being stuck in place. In what form of transport does this occur?” Emma blinks. “I've got no-” Emma cuts herself off. Even though I don't know, I should at least try to answer. Give myself a chance. “In a car?” she mumbled. “Incorrect!” Kay called. “The answer is 'In a ski lift.' Water for you!” Dee jogged over, handing Emma a full shot glass which she quickly downed with a low moan. “Question for Jae now: In the television show 'Parks and Recreation,' government employee Leslie Knope attempts to delay a council's vote with a 'filibuster,' or by talking nonstop until the meeting adjourns. Towards the end of the meeting, she becomes very desperate to pee, squirming in place and holding herself openly in front of dozens of witnesses. What type of unusual equipment is she wearing during this scene?” Jae moans softly and mutters to herself for a few moments. “Er, a helmet?” “Incorrect!” Kay chirps happily. “She was wearing rollerskates.” Emma watched with an evil grin as Jae is forced to drink before Kay started speaking again. “Emma: It is a popular MYTH that dancing around and holding yourself can greatly increase the duration with which you can hold your pee. Which MythBuster disproved this on national television by releasing an impressive one and a half liters after sitting perfectly still for over two hours, having drank two full liters of water?” “KARI BYRON!” Emma shrieked, raising her fists in victory. “I've always adored that episode even before I was into this, such a display of girl power...” “Correct,” Kay said, smiling widely at her. Dee approached quickly, handing her an empty shot glass. Emma reached down quickly to remove her shorts, before remembering that she can't. “I, uh-” “Oh, that's right,” Kay interrupted. “Dee, help her out, if you please.” Dee nodded and set her tray of shot glasses on the podium before kneeling in front of Emma. Reaching into her pocket, Dee produced what appeared to be a small pink funnel. “Ever see one of these before?” Dee whispered. Emma shook her head. “Ah. It's called a Female Urinary Device. It's designed to let women easily pee standing up without pulling their pants down, like if they're hiking with men or using a dirty toilet.” Dee reached out and unzipped Emma's jean shorts, sliding the wide end of the device through the fly and pressing it right up against Emma's lips. “I can't do anything about your panties, so you're gonna have to pee through them. Be really careful not to flood it, I want to see you finish this thing.” Dee grabbed one of the empty shot glasses and placed it under the tip of the funnel, then nodded at Emma. Wincing in concentration, she relaxed her hold on her bladder. Pee immediately started leaking out of her and soaking through her panties, and she smiled as she saw the restrained stream start falling into the glass through the funnel. It's filled in less than five seconds, and she clenches her fists and stiffens her body to stop the stream. Her bladder contracted powerfully and her pee hole burned from the effort of clenching off her relief. Once she stopped, Dee placed the glass on the podium but left the device in place for the next time she needed it. “On to the next,” Kay spoke up, looking down at Jae. The black woman was absolutely frantic, her legs shaking visibly and her arms both held on the podium for support. “Faced with a traffic jam, the main character of what television series is forced to pee into an empty cup in front of a young onlooker?” Jae released a small squeak. “I know this! Just give me a second, I have the scene in my head but I can't...remember...” She paused for a few moments, folding her legs and falling into a sort of lopsided squat. “WEEDS! It was Weeds! I haven't seen it in so long...” “That is indeed correct,” Kay said. Once again, Emma was forced to watch her competition let some pee out. The woman moaned in ecstasy despite the very small amount of relief, and she managed to stop before overflowing the glass. Emma couldn't even hold herself properly with the funnel in the way, so she crossed her legs and placed one hand on her distended belly. She was really feeling all that she drank, the pressure increasing greatly with every passing minute. She knew her time was limited, and she was unsure of her ability to cut off her flow again. Still, she had no intention to lose. “Now for Emma: You know that every one of my girls has a massive capacity due to much practice and great encouragement. However, most people do not have this privilege. It is legally considered a medical emergency if someone's bladder contains more than what amount?” Emma strained her mind. She felt it somewhere in there, she was sure that she had read something about this in the past. Still, she could not pull up the information with her mind and body so occupied with the incredible amount of pee that was constantly fighting to escape her. Unwilling to waste time, she shouted out the answer that made the most sense to her. “Seven hundred and fifty milliliters?” Kay released a muffled groan. “No, Subject. I'm sorry, the answer is one full liter. You have to drink.” Emma looked to her feet as Dee handed her another full glass. She drank it quickly, knowing that going slow would make no difference. As soon as she set the glass down, she winced as a tiny spurt of pee forced its way out of her despite her immense focus and the tightness of her muscles. Glancing down fearfully, she sees a single drop hanging from the tip of the device. Worried that the high-tech floor would detect even this small amount, she stuck her foot out just as the drop fell, blocking it just before it struck the floor. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice this. I'm really not going to make it...The next leak will be bigger and there won't be anything I can do to stop it. Emma looks up just as Kay begins to ask Jae the next question. “Much of what you drink is used as nutrients for your body, meaning not all of what you drink will reach your bladder. Under normal circumstances, for example not exercising or purposefully overdrinking, what percentage of consumed water will reach the bladder?” Jae opened and closed her mouth helplessly, her whole body vibrating in place. She appeared to be supporting most of her weight with her arms on the podium, her legs held so tightly that she could hardly stand. “I...Maybe...No... Oh my God, I have no idea. I guess...ninety percent?” Kay shakes her head, folding her slender hands under her chin. “That is incorrect. The answer is seventy percent. Please drink.” Jae whined and moaned in protest as Dee had to nearly force another shot glass into her hands. “Please no,” Jae cried. “I'm so desperate, I can't possibly drink anything else...” “Then forfeit the competition and give the victory to Emma,” Kay said, grinning widely. “You'll be returned to your part of the complex, absent the five hundred thousand dollar bonus. Of course, you won't be allowed to pee until you truly lose control, no matter where you are. I'd say your chances are-” “Jae,” Emma said suddenly. She stepped over to the other woman, gently grasping her arm. “Get to your feet. The way you're squatting like that is just putting pressure on your bladder. I know it feels better to bend over and hold yourself, but the pee is gonna get pushed out of you. You need to stand straight and give your bladder room to expand.” “Oooohhhh!” Kay purred loudly. “Aiding the enemy, a truly honorable gesture! I'm very impressed. Emma is right, indeed. I can't say anything to favor either contestant, so I couldn't have warned you earlier. Standing straight is the best way to hold to extremes, but willpower becomes far more important. Your mind wants you to squirm and squeeze, it's almost an involuntary reflex, and you have to shut that down.” Jae whimpered as Emma pulled her to her feet. She found her balance and stayed in place, although she was still shaking like a leaf. Emma reached out towards Jae's stomach. “May I?” Emma whispered. Jae just nodded shakily. Emma placed one hand on Jae's belly, and ever so gently slid her hand across Jae's middle. Her stomach was flat and soft, but the sweat coating Jae's face was proof enough that she was truly desperate. Emma quickly dropped her hand and turned towards Kay. “Professor, this contest is no fair. Her bladder isn't even bulging out but she's clearly at her absolute limit. She can't rival people like us. She's just...ordinary. Er, no offense...” “None taken,” Jae mumbled. “Anyway,” Emma continued, “Replace her with Dee. I somehow doubt that you've let her have a wee this morning, and she's drank just as much as-” “This is very strange,” Kay interrupted, leaning back in her throne and crossing her legs again. “Jae, when you were here last time, your capacity was well over a liter. However, you've only had three bottles of water this morning. I chalked it up to you having had a lot to drink on the way over, but this is becoming suspicious now. I know that you are not pregnant, so what is the meaning of this?” “I...I...” Jae stammered. “Tell me!” Kay commanded, an impressive sense of authority filling her voice. “IT WAS MY SISTER!” Jae cried out. “My twin sister...she was the one who was here last time. When you called yesterday, she wouldn't answer because she's married now and couldn't do something so weird anymore. So I...I picked up the phone and came for the reward money. I'm sorry, I just wanted...” Kay got to her feet, her long dress falling across her legs. She glided down the stairs of her platform and approached the shivering girl, her face unreadable under the mask. “I am...disappointed,” Kay whispered. “The real Jae had a lot of potential. She was very beautiful and she found immense pleasure in her desperation. I wish you had told me all of this in the beginning. I would have understood, I would have kept you here, I would have trained you. But you decided to deceive me. This is one thing that I can never allow.” Without another word, Dee grabbed Jae by her shoulder with her left hand and pushed her right hard into Jae's belly. Even with her small bladder, the pressure found its mark. Jae shouted out as she began wetting herself completely, the stream bursting across the front of her dress and splattering all over the floor. Despite Jae's extreme, agonizing desperation, her pee only lasted for twenty short seconds. Once she was finished, Kay released her and stepped back. “Cece will escort you out,” Kay said. A very attractive and athletic-looking brunette wearing a tight office skirt and blouse stood up from the bleachers and began walking towards them. “By the way, tell your sister that whenever she gets over this 'husband' shit that she's welcome back any time. Tell her to follow her heart, not anyone's expectations. That girl's almost as big a lesbian as I am, you should have seen the way she went at my tits when I hugged her.” Cece had reached them now, staring sadly at Jae. “Get her out of here,” Kay ordered, waving her hand dismissively. Shaking her head, Kay turned back to Emma. “I am so sorry for that ludicrous display,” Kay breathes. “I never would have thought in a million years that anyone would pull such-” “Professor...” “-And a HUSBAND? That woman was lusting after me like some kind of-” “Professor?" “-such potential, she could hold almost a liter and a half on her first day here. I guess twins can have completely different bladder sizes? This is new information to me, I need to-” “PROFESSOR!” “Wait, what?” Kay finally snapped back into reality, looking down at Emma. “I...I can't hold it!” Kay folded her arms in front of her as she watched a small stream dribbling from the device that was still stuck in Emma's fly. Less than a second later, however, the redhead absolutely burst. The funnel was flooded instantly, her pee flowing over the sides and soaking through the jean shorts. Multiple streams flowed down her thighs and pooled under her, spreading far in every direction. Kay reached out and removed the device, letting it fall to the floor. She just stared, her eyes wide in fascination as Emma kept soaking her shorts. Soon there was one thick stream falling through the saturated denim, splattering onto the pool that had almost reached the far corners of the large room. Looking up, Emma noticed Kay quivering where she stood. There was no sign of her needing to pee, so Emma guessed it had to be caused by pure horniness. “If you want me, have me right here. In front of everyone and in a pool of my own wee,” Emma whispered. “Not...yet,” Kay breathed in almost complete silence. “I have to be professional in front of them. Two are straight and one has no interest in sex whatsoever. When I engage with a woman, I do so in private. Just the two of us, alone in our own empty universe, no distractions and no concerns. Besides, when I have you, I want you to be past your absolute limit. I will be, too. When we meet on the last day, we're both going to feel things we've never felt before. Don't spoil it because you feel like you need a screw here and now.” Emma nodded, agreeing with every word Kay was saying. “I want it to be right.” Her pee still thundered out of her, a true waterfall adding to the ocean already under her feet. A full two minutes passed as the women stared at each other, and finally her stream fell silent. Emma continued standing still, waiting for the verdict on her quantity. Even though she'd lost the reward, she wanted to know much she'd released. “Hey, what happens if you're not there to, er, narrate?” “Figured you'd ask that,” Kay laughed. “I've got a sort of autopilot system I turn on whenever I'm out of the control booth. It can issue common orders and even answer simple questions. It's rather-” “One thousand six hundred and twelve milliliters,” said a slow, robotic version of Kay's own voice. Kay strode forward and took Emma in her arms, hugging her tightly and lovingly. “That is absolutely magnificent,” Kay breathes. “I never could have imagined you would improve this fast. You are truly a magnificent woman, Megan.” “Heh, Megan,” Emma whispers back. “I know it hasn't even been two full days, but it feels like I haven't heard that name in ages.” “We all know that feeling.” Kay releases her hold on Emma and steps back. “Alright, Subject. While it goes against the rules of the game, due to the extenuating circumstances I have decided to reward you as usual for the quantity of your pee. Unfortunately, I cannot bend so far as to give you the reward for winning an uncompleted game. Dee will escort you to the house so you don't need to crawl through the tunnel again, and you can enjoy your two hour respite before your next hold. Good luck, Subject.”
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  43. Alright, somewhat good news, everyone. I've decided to make the "huge project" that was the next chapter its own separate thing from this. It was originally intended to be implemented as a sort of 'game' within the story, Emma's task being to complete the 'game' before she wets herself. However, the project has simply gotten far too large to be inserted into another story without breaking the pace / overshadowing it completely. The good news is that I'm going to finish a new chapter of Desperation Dungeon before I continue working on the project. The new chapter should be up in two or three days, and it will be just as good and equal in length to all the others. The bad news is that I started working on the project without proper forethought, and wasted a lot of time I could have used to continue Desperation Dungeon first. Anyway, huge apology for the delay, but we'll be back on track very soon. Thanks, -B.L.
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  44. No, I swear it's not dead! I'm writing every single day. I cannot overstate just how HUGE OF A PROJECT the next part is. Understand that it's not a simple part of the story, it's an absolutely massive program run on a separate webpage, something that I've never seen done before about omorashi and something that takes an amount of writing equal to a small novel. I am really sorry about how long this is taking, I never expected it to be so much work when I started, but it's turned into a big passion project. Once other writers here see what I'm doing, it's likely going to create a new wave of unique and wonderful stories all over this site. Trust me, it's worth the wait. As for how long it may take still from now, we're looking at a week at the very least. I'm trying to write more but between the pure word count and the complex nature of the thing itself, it's very slow-going. What I can guarantee is that I will NOT stop writing this story until I type "The End" after the last words of the final chapter. I love this thing I've created just as much if not more than any of the readers, and I ain't goin anywhere.
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  45. I HAVE RETURNED! This is a LONG one, people. I've been slowly working on this for a couple weeks now and I had no idea just how long it was getting. Anyway, please enjoy! **** Part Six- Emma's legs felt so weak as she slowly made her way up the stairs. Her thighs felt so wet and warm, and she left little footprints of pee with each step. She gently pressed into her now-soft bladder, amazed at how far it managed to expand. At the top of the stairs she turned into the bedroom, stopping when she heard yet another chime. “Please remove your clothing and stash all articles under the bed before you enter the bathing room,” Kay said. “Also, I've decided that you may speak freely from this point on. My clients are saying they really love your voice and don't mind you talking to me. I put it to a vote on my website, not a single person objected.” Emma smiled. She loved talking to Kay...and she loved teasing her. “Sounds good to me.” She quickly tore off the tight sports bra, exhaling happily as her breasts fell free. She drop-kicked the bra under the bed and slid down the soaked pajama pants next. She hesitated to remove her panties, not due to any sort of shame, but because they were just so comfortable. Not only did the fabric itself feel almost magical, but the crotch, soaked with warm pee, clung to her body. It was wonderful. “Professor, you've got to tell me where you got these knickers, they feel like I'm wearing an actual rainbow.” She heard Kay chuckle softly. “They are quite unique, aren't they? They're the only kind I wear, myself. Unfortunately, I had them custom-made along with much of the other clothing you may be wearing this week. You can't buy a pack of them at a Victoria's Secret.” “You'll send me home with some then, right?” Emma begged. “Preferably a size larger...” “I'll see what I can do,” Kay answered. “Lookin' forward to it,” Emma mumbled as she unwillingly slid the panties down her slender legs and kicked them under the bed along with the pants. She stood there completely naked and exhaled again, her privates still tingling. Knowing she had better shower quickly if she wanted any time to relax before her next drink, she took off into the bathing room and hopped into the massive shower. She noticed that where the knob would usually be was an electronic keypad instead, similar to the one in the pool room. “This better not be another trap,” Emma threatened. “No traps in the bedroom or shower,” Kay answered humorously. “I promise. This keypad is only used for the settings of the shower, and that green button there opens the door to the dungeon scene and exit. Oh, by the way, you're allowed to remove the mask in the shower. Your face will be blurred. Make sure you put it back on before you leave the bathing room though.” Emma nodded and removed the mask, tossing it unceremoniously over the shower door, then she pursed her lips and looked over the keypad. It took her nearly five minutes to figure out how to work it, Kay being exceedingly unhelpful just for the fun of it. Soon enough though, she was purring in delight as she stood in a perfectly warm rainstorm, water spraying down on her naked body from all directions. Despite the fact that she had just wet herself with the intensity of a tsunami, she felt the need to pee strike her hard. She crossed her legs tightly and moaned, knowing it was just the sound and feel of the water rather than an actual full bladder. “Oh, I get that way too,” Kay breathed. “The sight of water makes me feel desperate, even if I just went. Remember though, no reward for peeing in there.” “Yeah, I'm aware,” Emma groaned. She stood still for a minute, and the sudden sharp pressure faded away once her body got used to the water. She quickly soaped up a washcloth and went over her whole body with it, focusing between her thighs at the end. She didn't bother washing her hair as she had done so that same morning. After another couple minutes just enjoying the shower, she turned it off with a press of the glowing red 'OFF' button on the keypad. She violently shook her hair like a dog before stepping out of the shower, then quickly dried herself off with a large green towel. “Your new clothes are in the same drawer,” Kay said. “Don't forget your mask.” Emma bent down and picked up the mask, sliding it over her damp hair before she stepped out into the bedroom. She strode to the drawer and pulled it open, examining the clothing inside. An ordinary dark purple tank-top, matching cotton panties, a black knife-pleated skirt, and a pair of black sneakers with ankle socks. “Going preppy today, I see,” Emma chirped. She pulled the panties on first, these ones the proper size for her, although altogether slightly less comfortable. The skirt came on next, then the socks and sneakers. Her breasts still out, she peered into the back of the drawer. “No bra for me today, eh?” “Looks like it,” Kay said. “Fine with me, just please don't make me get on a treadmill,” Emma joked. “Any special requests for today?” “Yes, actually. I was just about to tell you. This is a new one...a client would like you sit on the couch in the living room, and I quote, 'Watch the entirety of the extended edition of Fellowship of the Ring without getting up from the couch until the credits end, no matter what. Also, she can't just pull her panties aside and pee off the couch, or hang her butt off the seat. If she can't hold it through the movie, she has to pee on the couch.' Does that sound like something you would like to do?” Emma blinked. “Well, I love me some Lord of the Rings, but that's about four hours. And let me guess, I don't get paid if I wee on the couch?” “You get paid for whatever hits the floor. You can't use any tricky tricks to pee off the couch, so you'd be paid for whatever soaks completely through it. And that wouldn't be much, if any.” Emma sighed. “Fuck it, sign me up. I'm starving to death though, I can grab some food first, right? Oh, and a bunch of water bottles.” Kay giggled uncharacteristically. “Snacks and enough water have already been placed on the coffee table in front of the couch. I anticipated that you would agree to this, you nerd.” Emma snorted and covered her face with her hands. “You're horrible,” she squealed, trying not to pee herself just from laughing so hard. “Bloody hell, alright, I'm going.” Emma panted as she regained her composure and left the bedroom. “Remember, you have a little less than an hour and a half until you must drink,” Kay said. “Also, it's six in the afternoon, so you have six hours until your nighttime respite. If I were you, I would try my absolute best not to pee until as close to midnight as possible, so you may sleep peacefully without a bursting bladder.” “Oh, I'm havin' a wee right before I go to sleep no matter what, money be damned,” Emma stated rebelliously. “No way I'm going to risk losing a night's rest in this crazy place.” “You seem to forget the rules, subject,” Kay whispered menacingly. “You are not allowed to urinate. When it comes out, it must be caused by the absolute physical failure of your body. If you attempt to relieve yourself of your own volition, you will be...punished.” Emma blinked. “What's that supposed to mean? I lose money? I get kicked out?” Emma could hear Kay breathing softly into the microphone. She could imagine the woman leaning over whatever console she was on, an evil grin plastered across her masked face. “If you don't want to find out, you'd better keep a very tight hold on that beautiful bladder of yours.” Emma stayed silent as she descended the stairs and threw herself over the back of the couch. She barely finished snuggling into the soft fabric before the television blinked on by itself. “I amar prestar aen. The world is changed.” “Wow, just jumps right in there, eh?” Emma mumbled as she leaned forwards. She looked over the table as Galadriel continued her monologue. Beaming at all the snacks that were laid out for her, she reached into the pile and took a wedge of triple crème brie, a cheese knife, and a stack of some fancy-looking crackers with nori flakes baked into them. And so time passed. An hour into the movie, Emma already had to pee. She hadn't even taken any water despite the salty crackers, but she knew that there was still more flowing into her bladder from all she drank before. It wasn't bad yet, just a tingle in her core. She ignored it, (what choice did she have,) and kept her focus on the movie as she picked up a chocolate-dipped banana and bit into it. Just as the newly-formed Fellowship was leaving Rivendell, and much to her dismay, she finally heard the chime. “Your two hour respite is over, subject,” Kay said. “Drink.” Emma sighed and twisted open a bottle of water. She sipped it slowly as the movie continued on, but her bladder was filling fast now. She bounced her legs up and down, leaning back and prodding her belly. It was thankfully still soft, but she knew that wouldn't last very long. As she glanced around the room, she noticed a small black circle embedded into the wood on the table in front of her, right between her legs. She leaned in, staring at it with a squint. “It's a camera, subject,” Kay said quickly as Emma reached in to poke it. “Please don't touch it.” “Ah, I should have known,” Emma muttered. “It's looking right up my skirt, isn't it?” “Indeed,” Kay purred. “Well I'm not bothered,” Emma yawned. She leaned back again and opened her legs, pulling up her skirt slightly. “Might as well give a good show before I have to cross them. Won't be long now.” “Speaking of which...drink,” Kay stated. Emma cursed, realizing she hadn't even finished the first bottle. She pounded the remaining hundred milliliters or so and quickly opened another. She felt full, just your basic 'could really use a wee' feeling. Not desperate yet, and she felt confident as the Fellowship entered the Mines of Moria. That confidence had gone down like the Hindenburg by the time Gandalf fell. Another half an hour had passed, and another bottle of water. She was finally forced to cross her legs tightly, and she laid down on the couch. Her bladder was hard to the touch now, not rock-solid, but visible and growing quickly. She pushed the waistband of her skirt down under it, stopping just above her vagina. “Subject,” Kay said softly. “You still have a long way to go, and you already look pretty full. How are you feeling?” “I think I'm alright,” Emma answered. “There's a lot of pressure, but it's just dull. Bladder is pretty hard, too.” “Do you think you'll be able to hold it until bedtime?” Emma furrowed her brow. There was more than three hours left until midnight - and it would mean another liter and a half of water. “I really don't know, Professor. I will try as hard as I can...but I already really need to wee.” “Do your best, subject. I believe in you.” Emma smiled and felt herself blush. She refocused on the movie as Frodo left Lothlórien, and it was time for Boromir's betrayal when she heard the chime again and forced herself to drink yet another five hundred milliliters of water. It only took a few minutes after before she felt the need to hold herself. She pressed her left hand hard between her legs, feeling her labia through the thin purple panties. She had no idea how she had lasted this long already – It had been hours since she wet herself in the gym, and she had two fresh liters of water joining all she had drank before. Not only was she still dry, but she still wasn't bursting. The pressure was so great now, but she still wasn't on the verge of leaking. Maybe it's because I'm focused on watching a movie I love, or maybe my bladder is actually getting larger from all this holding... She rolled onto her back, sliding her right hand away from her womanhood. She looked down and slowly pulled her shirt up, stopping just under her breasts. Her belly was protruding inches past its normal location. She rested both hands on the bulge, now completely solid, and caressed it gently. She enjoyed the sensations so much, each brush of her skin sent shivers down her spine. “Stay like that,” Kay said suddenly. “The clients are loving the side-on view of your bulging bladder.” “I bet you are too,” Emma breathed. Kay stayed silent. The girl arched her back so her belly stuck out even further. “Look at all that wee, begging to get out...” “I'm very impressed by this hold so far,” Kay said. “You've had so much to drink today, I honestly thought you wouldn't make it through the movie but you don't even look to be near your limit yet.” “I have to go really bloody badly,” Emma exhaled. “You're right though, I do think I have some time left.” “Well, I will leave you alone for now...enjoy the rest of the film.” Emma turned her head back to the screen, leaving her bladder and panties exposed. She hadn't even noticed the battle at Amon Hen had begun. Half an hour and another bottle of water later, the movie had ended and the credits began to roll. And now Emma was desperate. She had sat back up despite the perfect view of her bladder the camera in the table had, and she folded her legs again, pressing both hands against herself. She was still dry, but she knew that wouldn't last. She just had to get through the absurdly long credits before she could move from the couch, and then she had to do whatever she could to hold on until as close to midnight as possible. Minutes passed as she squirmed in her seat, and just as the screen finally went black, she felt her fingers dampen as a tiny spurt filled her panties. Emma yelped and stood, yelling out as the motion caused the intense pressure to increase. Two tiny drops of wee fell onto the floor in front of the couch, but she kept the rest inside of her. “Ooh, you're leaking!” Kay chittered. “I'm fine,” Emma gasped. “Just a tiny drip when I stood up...” “You did an amazing job lasting through the movie. I had no idea it was so long before I started playing it. I was expecting maybe two and a half hours when I got the request from the client, not close to four.” “I can't believe I made it,” Emma said. “I'm so desperate now though...I really don't think I'll last until midnight. I want to sleep, not lay there holding myself all night...” “Listen, subject,” Kay said in what sounded like a legitimately concerned and empathetic voice. “Your job is to hold yourself to your physical limit, above anything else. If you ever need some help, let me know.” “What kind of help?” Emma asked tentatively. “Anything you would like. Some girls just take a bit of advice, some like a little company. If you want, I could send Dee in there. She would just stay with you and encourage you to hold, for as long as you would like. Watch television with you, play games with you...even sleep with you, should you desire it. Anything at all to help you hold it in.” Emma thought for a moment. She did feel a little lonely in here, even with Kay talking openly to her now. Yet she couldn't help but feel a tiny bit embarrassed at the idea of having another person so close to her while she was so desperate and vulnerable. “You know what...go ahead and send her in. I would enjoy some company.” “Of course. One moment.” Emma stood and waited. She rocked her hips back and forth, keeping one hand pressed tightly against her womanhood. A minute later, she heard footsteps descending the stairs behind her. She turned and saw the woman drop off the bottom step. She was wearing only a light green T-shirt and red satin panties, along with the same dark green masquerade mask she wore in the video Emma had watched in the limousine. Her skin glistened with sweat, and her face looked strained but also pleased. “Oh...hello,” Dee said in a surprised tone when she spotted Emma. “Fancy seeing you here. What's going on?” Emma shrugged as best she could with both hands planted firmly in her crotch. “The Professor said she would send you in here if I wanted some company. Did she not tell you this?” “Nope,” Dee stated. “I was just filming in another part of the complex when she told me to come here. I didn't even know you were already on camera. You already look pretty damn desperate, too.” “Oh, I am,” Emma moaned. “She told me that you would stay near me and help me hold it.” “That wasn't the whole truth,” Kay butted in over the loudspeakers. “You two are going to be helping each other. Dee is a very experienced holder, so she might not look like it, but she's had over three liters of water today and she hasn't had a pee since before she left for the airport this morning.” “It's true,” Dee said, smiling under her mask. “I'm quite desperate. That's why I'm sweating so much...” She lifted up her shirt slightly, revealing a bulging bladder larger even than Emma's. Kay spoke again now. “You're both going to encourage each other to hold. You're going to stay together and do whatever you can to make sure the other does not pee. To ensure that you both try your hardest, the rewards at the end of your holds will be doubled. The catch is that said reward will be paid to the other woman. The more she holds, the more you get paid. I expect to see both of you surpass your limits tonight, subjects. Good luck.” “She's tricky, isn't she?” Emma mumbled. “You haven't seen anything yet,” Dee sighed. “So, what name did she give you?” “I'm Emma now,” she answered. “Ooh, that's cute. Anyway, I need you to be honest with me. How are you doing?” Emma frowned and squirmed. “I'm really desperate. She just had me watch an almost four hour long movie. I really want to hold it until as close to midnight as possible so I can sleep without a full bladder, but with how I feel now I don't think I'll make it.” Dee reached out and held Emma's shoulder. “I'll help you, and you help me, okay?” Emma smiled. “Okay. You don't even look desperate though, I don't know how much I'll be able to help you if you're that strong...” Dee took a step in and slid her hand down Emma's arm. She pulled slightly, and Emma retracted her iron grip on her crotch. Dee guided Emma's hand to her own belly. “Feel,” she told the redhead. Emma gently tried to press in on Dee's bladder. It wouldn't give even a centimeter, it was absolutely rock-hard. Next, Dee slowly moved Emma's hand down over her panties. Emma blushed beet-red now. She had never had any sexual contact with another woman before. Still, she touched Dee through the barely-there material, feeling a dampness that was still warm. “I leaked a little when I came down the stairs. I really am bursting. I've just kind of learned not to show it over the years.” Emma stayed close to the other woman, despite her embarrassment. “Don't the viewers like seeing us squirm and hold ourselves?” “There's thousands of videos of that kind of thing around the internet,” Dee said. “Anyone who wants to see that can just google 'Girl needs to pee' and find plenty of it. The thing is, any girl can hold her pussy and wiggle her butt, even with a completely empty bladder. The viewers of the Professor's content want true, absolute desperation that literally pushes biology to its limit. This is mostly displayed in our bulging bladders and the length of our pees, as well as the quantity measured at the end. It's very specialized, no other producer forces his girls to withstand such pain. That's why the Professor has to operate outside the law, with the masks and codenames and whatnot. She can't be bothered with such petty concerns as 'ethics' and 'human rights,' you see.” Emma couldn't help but laugh at this. “It's not like we're prisoners, right? I could walk out of here any time if I wanted to, I hope?” “Of course, but the trick is that labor laws dictate that any employee must be given bathroom breaks without docking the employee's pay. If we were to have a piss of our own accord, we wouldn't see a cent. There are quite a few people who make amateur videos where they honesty hold to their limits, but they're most often terrible quality, bad lighting, shitty camera angles, ect. The Professor also makes sure she brings in only the most beautiful women she can find.” “Yeah, I guess I get it,” Emma exhaled. “Anyway, what would you like to do?” Dee shrugged. “Shoot some pool?” “Works for me,” Emma said. The two desperate girls made their way to the game room, Dee walking almost normally except for a few grunts. Emma, however, had to stop every few feet to hold herself. “You know that doesn't really help,” Dee said. “It's all in your mind. Pushing on your girl bits does nothing to keep the pee in. When you're almost leaking and it gets to your peehole, you might be able to physically restrain it for a bit, but it's not going anywhere else but out. Actually, when you lean forwards like that, your spine is putting extra pressure on your bladder. If you can block out the mental urge to hold yourself, you'll last a lot longer in the end.” Emma nodded slowly and tried to stand straight. She slowly removed her hands and dropped her arms to her sides. “It feels so much worse when I let go...” “All in your head,” Dee said adamantly. “I don't want you to hold yourself anymore, you need the training. Focus your willpower and just don't fuckin' pee.” “I'll try as hard as I can,” Emma breathed desperately. “Good. Also, I see you have your skirt pulled down right over your vag. This is wrong.” She turned around and reached out quickly, grabbing the waistband of Emma's skirt and pulling it up. Emma gasped and cursed as Dee forced it over her bulge, bringing it almost halfway up her body. “You want the elastic above your bladder. You're thinner at the waist than at the hips, see how it's only resting there now instead of holding to your body with friction? Unfortunately that only works with skirts.” Emma giggled softly. “It does work. I think you can see my knickers straight-on now though...” Dee glanced down. Sure enough, the crotch of Emma's purple panties was now visible under the short skirt. “Ah, who cares,” Dee shrugged. “Come on, let's play.” Eventually they made it to the game room. Dee strode around the table and handed Emma a cue, then took one for herself. “Ever play pool before?” “Yeah, a bit, at University. I was alright at it,” Emma answered. “I'm about 'alright' as well. Just be careful not to lean your bladder on the table, no-” Chime - “Drink.” Dee sighed. “Yes, Professor.” “Shit, we forgot to bring water,” Emma mumbled. “You didn't notice? There's a minifridge built into the wall next to the desk.” Emma glanced over, frowning at the wall. Sure enough, there was a silver handle protruding from it, near the floor. It blended in perfectly. “I'll get it,” Dee chirped. She walked over and pulled it open. Inside was a row of water and a row of various snacks. She grabbed two waters, tossing one to Emma and opening her own. They drank slowly, both moaning and gasping with each sip. When they finished, Dee tossed the bottles unceremoniously under the desk. “Alright, NOW let's play.” And so they played. Emma lost herself in the game, landing some shots and missing just as many. They played three rounds, Emma winning one and losing two. By that time, another half an hour passed. This was signaled by another chime and Kay's “Drink” command. “Dee, I'm really not doing good here,” Emma panted. “I really feel like I'm going to start leaking soon.” “Don't you dare,” Dee ordered as she retrieved two more water bottles. “Every drop that comes out of there now is money lost for me. Since I learned of this new rule, I haven't let anything out. I expect you to show me the same respect.” “It hurts so badly,” Emma whined. “The pressure is so strong. Please, let me hold myself.” "No," Dee almost shouted. “I'm to help you hold it in as long as you can, and I'm telling you that holding yourself will only limit your capacity. Keep your back straight and your legs uncrossed.” “Fuck, you're barmy if you think I can last like this,” Emma groaned. “I know my own body, and I need to hold myself.” Dee sighed. She walked over to Emma and hugged her gently, making sure their bladders didn't press together. “Listen, Red. I've been doing this for years. I know every trick in the book when it comes to the act of not peeing. You may think you understand, but this kind of thing is completely new to you. You've never experienced anything like this. Please, trust me, do as I say. You'll be astonished at how much you can hold if you follow my advice.” Emma moaned at the warmth of Dee's body. “Okay, Dee. I'll listen to you. If I wet myself early though, it's your own fault.” Dee smiled and stepped back, handing Emma one of the water bottles. “Come on, we're going to the bedroom.” “Sure,” Emma agreed. She got the bottle open and drank as they began to walk. It was now noticeable that Dee was having trouble moving. Her legs were stiff and she walked like a cartoonish version of Frankenstein, her fists clenched at her sides. Emma tried to mimic her stride, fighting every second not to instinctively hold herself. “How the hell are we going to make it up the stairs?” she groaned as they reached the living room. “Slowly and gently,” Dee said. “Keep your legs a bit apart and lean back a little when you step up so your thighs don't touch your bladder.” Dee led by example as she performed a hilariously stupid-looking duckwalk up the stairs. Emma would have been laughing her arse off if she didn't know it would cause her to soak her knickers right there. Instead she just pursed her lips and started her ascent. Even with her taking every precaution, every step still sent desperate pulses across her sweat-coated body. It took her almost two minutes to reach the top of the short staircase, and Dee reached out to help her up the last step. Dee finished off her water and tossed the bottle, but Emma was barely half way through it. “Emma, you need to finish that,” Dee said softly. “I know, but...oh, I'm so desperate. I can barely bring myself to take another sip. It hurts...I'm so full...” Dee took Emma's hand again and guided the bottle towards her mouth. “Drink, we're almost done, you can do it. It's just a full bladder, the pain is nothing to be afraid of.” Emma nodded and opened her mouth, drinking the remainder of the water in one long sip, then she set the bottle on the banister at the top of the staircase. She took one step towards the bed, then froze. “Dee, I'm leaking,” she moaned. “Oh my god, it's coming out.” Dee looked down between Emma's legs. Sure enough, the crotch of her panties was soaked through and small drops were falling onto the floor. Dee grabbed Emma's shoulders and gave her a gentle shake. “Please, stop it now, you are not finished yet. We still have half an hour until midnight.” “I can't stop it,” Emma cried. A tear formed in the corner of her eye. “I'm sorry, Dee, I just can't stop.” “Yes you can,” Dee hissed. “Just don't pee, imagine that your bladder has no exit, that you couldn't pee even if you wanted to. You just have to take the pressure, you just have to deal with it.” Emma moaned loudly, opening her mouth wide and squeezing her eyes shut. Dee watched two more drops fall from Emma's panties, and then they stopped. The poor girl was shaking all over, her eyes wet and her chest heaving. Emma kept her eyes shut as she stood in place, and she felt Dee pushing her gently. Soon the back of her knees were resting against the edge of the bed, and she felt Dee's hands on her hips, slowly lowering her down onto the mattress. Her whole body was strained to its absolute limit. Her privates felt hot as fire, the pressure causing a warmth all across her. Dee had taken Emma's hand again and navigated it between her legs. “I want you to touch me,” Dee whispered right into her ear. Even as desperate and turned on as she was, the little bit of shame Emma had left began to flare up. “Hey,” she gasped. “What are you doing, I'm not...I don't...” “Say it,” Dee interrupted. Her face pressed into Emma's neck as she somehow leaned forwards despite her bulging bladder. “If you don't want this, all you have to do is say it. One word. Just say 'Stop' and I'll let go of you right this second.” Emma said nothing. She turned her hand palm-up as Dee stood straight and spread her legs slightly, pushing her pelvis out towards Emma's head. She could feel Dee's trembling labia in detail through the incredibly thin fabric, all the bumps and folds that made up her sex. “You've never been with a woman before, have you?” Dee asked softly. “No,” Emma breathed. “How does it feel?” “Soft,” she moaned as she continued to stroke Dee's trembling skin. “I want you to focus on my body,” Dee said. “Don't even think about your need to pee, just focus entirely on me. Don't let yourself feel weird that I'm a girl. Keep your mind on how I react to your touch. Just lose yourself in this moment.” Emma placed her thumb against Dee's clit, gently brushing it through the panties. The blonde girl threw her head back and gasped, reaching out to embrace Emma around her neck. She felt herself be pulled in, her face pressed against Dee's iron bladder. Her skin was so warm, so hard, so smooth. Dee was so lost in her pleasure that she didn't even care about the extra pressure. In fact, she greatly enjoyed it. “It feels so good,” she moaned. Emma couldn't help herself. She turned her head slightly and kissed Dee's bladder, then she gave it a gentle lick. The woman let out another quivering moan, then gasped as her legs went limp from the pleasure. She nearly fell on top of Emma, and then they were both laying in bed, kissing each other, each with one hand in the other's panties. “You know,” Dee managed between snogs. “If we wet the bed, it will all be absorbed in the mattress.” “I don't care,” Emma moaned as she pulled Dee's shirt up, kissing and licking her breast the best she could without removing her red lace bra. “I do,” Dee exhaled. “I drank so much today, more than four liters now I think. When I pee, I'm positive it's going to break my previous record. It's not about the money, I just want to know.” “I guess I do too,” Emma responded. And then she felt Dee press harder into her crotch. So hard that it actually hurt. Not only this, Emma felt the blonde woman grasping the skin of her labia, squeezing each side together with great strength. “Then brace yourself, it's happening,” Dee whispered suddenly. “Wha-” Emma shrieked as Dee wrapped her free arm around Emma's shoulders and rolled backwards, causing both of them to tumble off the bed. If not for Dee's hold on her womanhood, Emma would have absolutely burst from the sudden shock. The moment they hit the floor, Emma felt steaming hot liquid soaking into her shirt and panties. Dee had lost control. Emma looked down to see the light yellow pee exploding from the crotch of Dee's red panties, flowing up over her body and spreading out across the floor with incredible speed. Still, Dee would not release Emma's vagina. “You have to keep holding,” Dee moaned as her waters kept spraying out of her. “If we do it at the same time, it will mix the results. The Professor won't be able to tell who peed what, and she'll probably just cut the reward in half and pay us equally. You can't go until mine is measured in three minutes.” Emma nuzzled her face right between Dee's breasts. “I've already lost voluntary control,” she said. “The only thing stopping me is your hand. It hurts, but please don't let go of me.” “I won't.” Emma was absolutely soaked now, and it felt so warm. She couldn't take her eyes off of Dee's panties as the waterfall kept shooting out. The pressure was so great that the panties did next to nothing to stop it, her stream shooting out nearly three feet. Emma took one of her hands and placed it over Dee's crotch, feeling the liquid flowing through her fingers. She resumed stroking Dee's clit, and the woman began shaking as she moaned. It took less than ten seconds for her to reach orgasm. Her whole body, except for the hand that held Emma shut, was completely limp now. Emma placed her other hand on Dee's bladder and pushed in hard, smiling as the new pressure turned the flow into an absolute tidal wave. She just kept peeing her unending stream, her chest heaving, her mouth wide open in pleasure. Emma was almost certain that three minutes had to have passed already, and Dee just kept going. Still, Kay said nothing. Meanwhile, the pain and pressure in Emma's own body was peaking. She felt her bladder trying over and over again to empty itself, physically feeling each potential spurt blocked by Dee's hand. It was an intense and unprecedented feeling for her, knowing that she was effectively wetting herself, but without the slightest bit of relief. Everything about it felt wrong, but still she wallowed in the sensitivity of it, letting herself enjoy every ounce of her desperate agony. She had no idea how much time had passed when Dee finally ran empty. They kissed again, and the pressure grew even more intense as Emma saw the puddle that coated the floor of the entire room begin to vanish. It took ten seconds to disappear completely, and when it did, Dee still would not release her hold on Emma. They just waited and waited, until... “Nineteen hundred and eighty six milliliters,” Kay said. “A new record by one hundred and twenty three milliliters. Dee exhaled, her face appearing disappointed. “I couldn't break two liters,” she mumbled. “Are you kidding?” Emma purred. “You're absolutely incredible.” “I...I was hoping to rival the Professor,” she whispered sadly. “She can hold more than that?” This made Dee smile, although her eyes were still sad. “You have no idea...none at all... Anyway, good luck to you.” Without any more warning, Dee let go of Emma. Not even a millisecond passed before Emma turned into a human firehose, and she screamed in pure relief as her stream exploded halfway across the room. It soaked Dee's hand before she could even get it clear, multiple rivers flowing in various directions around the room. Dee got to her knees and bent over Emma, continuing to kiss her. She tried to stroke her, but the pressure of her pee physically pushed Dee's hand away. She refocused her attention to Emma's chest, her nipples hard as steel under the thin tanktop. She poked and kissed them, and Emma shivered and gasped as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Emma turned her head to the side as she burst with a different sort of liquid, watching her pee line the walls and snake under the bed. She noticed that the clothes she had pushed under there earlier were gone. As she kept peeing, she felt like the pressure of it was matched with her breathing. The stream slowed as she inhaled and increased as she exhaled. “Push on my bladder,” she moaned. Dee gladly obliged, straightening up and pushing down on Emma's belly with both hands as though she was performing CPR. Emma giggled uncontrollably as the stream kept flying out of her in pulses, and she folded her legs up so it soaked her shoes, warming her feet. “I'm impressed you have this much,” Dee whispered. “I guess I underestimated the new girl.” “Looks like it...this is so much more than my first time in the gym.” “You wet yourself in the gym earlier? Ugh, was it the yoga?” Emma giggled again. “No. I had to do that, but I somehow lasted through it. Had my whole body supported on my bladder at one point, it was insane.” “Yeah, one of the Professor's regular clients loves that. There are a few other things that happen all the time, but I don't think the Professor would be happy if I spoiled any of it.” Emma leaned up for another kiss. “That's fine, I feel like it would be more fun to find out myself anyway.” “Good girl,” Dee teased. The two women stayed silent until Emma finally finished. Unlike Dee who had stopped rather suddenly, Emma finished with multiple spurts and trickles, all growing smaller with each one. As they lay there in the new puddle, they just held each other in a tight embrace. Soon enough, Emma's pee began to sink into the floor. They waited, the tension far less now that they both had their relief. “Fifteen hundred and two milliliters,” Kay stated. Emma jumped when Dee suddenly and loudly shrieked in happiness. “YOU DID IT! YOU BROKE THE THIRD MILESTONE! AND ONLY ON YOUR SECOND PEE!” “Only by two milliliters,” Emma said softly. “I wouldn't have done it if you weren't physically holding me shut.” Dee frowned. “Oh...you're probably right...Still, it's super impressive. Next time, I'm sure you'll get it without my help.” “I hope so. That was just-” “Girls,” Kay's voice interrupted. “That was a magnificent display from both of you. However, Emma, I do believe that you could have helped Dee last longer.” “It's alright, Professor,” Dee chirped. “She's brand new at this. I felt like it would be more useful in the long run to help expand her capacity rather than focus on myself." “Still, if she tried a bit harder, you could have broken two liters. If she held you shut the way you did to her...” “I don't think she could manage the proper grip,” Dee laughed. “Gotta pinch off all the escape points. Vaginas are really squishy, the pee would just squirm around my vulva and shoot out the bottom. It took a lot of practice to figure out that trick.” Kay exhaled a slight chuckle. “Yes, I suppose you're right. So now, please shower. It will be after midnight by the time you're done in there. Also, there's only clothes for Emma in the drawer, so if you would like to sleep together, Dee's going to be naked.” “No problem there,” Dee said, beaming at Emma. “Oh, Dee, when you wake up, please exit Emma's section of the complex through the shower door. I need you for another task.” “Of course, Professor.” “Thank you. Alright, girls. Have a good night.” TO BE CONTINUED Author's Thoughts: I really hope everyone is enjoying this story. I know that a lot of people here aren't into sexual contact while desperate / wetting, but it's the biggest fetish of mine. Being so intimate with someone while both of our bodies are on the brink. I also know some people may not enjoy the long sections without much desperation. However, I'm building a whole lifestyle here in my head, and I feel that including the monotonous helps authenticate the world, if you know what I mean. That style isn't changing, for as long as this story lasts you'll be reading about the girls changing clothes, getting food, watching television, ect. Much like the clients watching live online in the story, as the readers, you get to see every moment of these women's lives in Kay's complex.
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  46. My parents and I were driving back to our house from my grandparents’ house. The drive was around three hours and I fell asleep in the back seat about twenty minutes after we left. I was seventeen at the time and had just learned I had been accepted to a good school to study engineering and science. At the time, everything was looking up in my life. I remember dozing off, thinking about all the wonderful experiences I was going to have in the following years. Then, I woke up when the car began to slow down. Groggy at first, I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. The sun had just begun to set as we left and now, two hours later, had completely set. The first thing I noticed upon waking is that I had to pee. Real bad. And traffic had come to a stand still five miles away from the next exit. I piped up from the back, “Hey, I really have to go pee.” My dad turned around, “we’re still a ways out from the next exit. You’ll have to hold it, sweetie.” For a few minutes I didn’t say anything, trying to focus on anything but my need. I counted to a hundred, then five hundred. I pulled out my phone and played Snake for a while (this was over ten years ago). But nothing really took my mind off the immense urge to pee. “Oh my god, I can’t hold it much longer. I’m just gonna jump out and go in the ditch,” I said suddenly, breaking the silence and making my mom jump. “Honey, there’s a cop right behind us,” my mom said in a frustrated tone. A small part of me knew, at that moment, that I was doomed. I groaned and sank into the seat. A few more minutes passed and almost out of nowhere, I leaked a bit. “I seriously cannot hold it any longer, I’ve already leaked a little in my panties!” I blurted out. Then my mom said something I’ll never forget, “Well, if you’ve already done that, and you can’t hold it any longer, just go in your pants and we’ll clean it up when we get home.” I was equal parts taken aback and ecstatic; taken aback because my mom had just told me to pee in my pants, ecstatic because I was given permission to end the pain of trying to hold on. “What? Really? I mean, okay,” I said, slightly nervous. “It’s okay, honey. It’s not your fault. Accidents happen,” my dad said. He’s always been so sweet to me. So with that, I took a breath, and let go. My jeans darkened and my butt started to get completely soaking wet. Being a teenager, of course, I began to cry a little bit. I sat there in a puddle of my own pee and said through a face full of tears, “I’m so sorry.” “Don’t apologize, honey, it’s okay. We won’t ever mention it again,” my mom said. Once we got home, I jumped out the car as fast as I could and ran to my room to shower and change. I threw my wet jeans into the laundry and actually threw my panties away. I couldn’t bear to ever wear those again, not because I peed in them, but because I peed in them in front of my parents.
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  47. *snore... snore...* snivy: OH FOR THE LOVE OF LATIOS'S CUPCAKES WAKE UP ALREADY! AAAAHHHH DON'T KILL ME NEWELL! Oh my god, I just had a horrible dream where gabe newell enslaved us to valve and forced us to work on half life 3! also, Alexxx wasn't writing stories anymore. tepig: actually, Alexxx is still writing stories. But we ARE enslaved to work on half life 3. ... FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU- oh wait, Alexxx is still writing stories yay. Alright, enough stupid pointless half life 3 slave stuff, this was definitely worth the wait. I bet that next part will be up in no time! oshawott: or 3 months after the fractured butthole. SHUT UP! AND GET OUT OF HERE!
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  48. peed02

    Wonderful work.
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  49. I've had a thing with pee and wetting since I was little kid but today (as 23 yrs old) was first time I really tried diapers. I bought XL baby diapers for 16 kg+ because there wasn't any for adults. I seem to be small enough to barely fit them. They rip little from the sides but they'll do. The idea of wearing diapers had sailed back and forth in my mind, yet I never ended up trying them. Once I put first one on, I knew it is for me. Actually I knew far before but I had my concerns. I think this diaper thing is easier to accept than wetting pants in general since it's way less dirty. Idk tho, opinions may vary. My ex boyfriend and my current boyfriend know that I have fantasies including pee but I've never told neither of them how I act with these fetishes when I'm alone. Neither of them know that I wet myself or use diapers. It isn't problem for now, since I don't live together with my boyfriend yet. I still feel bad hiding things and keeping secrets from him. Sadly, the fact is that I'm not ready to open up this much about my fetishes yet even tho I'm feeling very dishonest this way. This fetish has affected only positively to my life since I've always kept it as a secret. Worst has been knowing there's no one I can talk about these things, which is why I'm so happy I found this forum by accident.
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  50. 317 downloads

    I see you like this, so, I post them all... Hope it were OK
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