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  1. I'm so excited to have this story to tell, especially because it was probably a once in a lifetime opportunity and because he was so embarrassed that he made me swear we'd never talk about it again. I was nervous about posting my first story a few days ago, mostly because I sometimes drag things out and use too much description by accident (I'm a writer, it's a problem), but it seemed to go over well so I figured I'd write about the other experience I had. I know this sounds like a poorly-written fanfic and even though he'll never admit it, yes it actually happened. Anyways, I started dating my boyfriend Alex about three months ago. We're both 23, he works with me (which is where we met) and he's absolutely perfect. Lean body, long brown hair, those perfect green eyes; okay now I'm just gushing. This happened about a month ago, two months into us dating and about six months after we met for the first time. It was an unseasonably warm day in April, and we both had off work that day and the day after. At work the night before, we joked about getting in the car early in the morning and just driving down to the beach for the night. What started out as a joke quickly turned into a good idea, just a fun little vacation away from all of the stress that work was causing, so we just decided to go with the flow. He agreed to pick me up at six the next morning, it was about a four hour drive from where we are and we would get there around early afternoon. I was excited when I got into his car at almost exactly six, just like we planned. I had a whole two days with him to look forward to, and everything going wrong in life was temporarily fading out of my mind. We started driving and quickly jumped the highway as he sipped on his large coffee, something I've never seen him drink before. "You tired?", I asked him. "You never drink coffee." "Way tired, I couldn't sleep but I figured this would give me some quick energy if anything." He finished almost the whole coffee in the next twenty minutes as we continued down the highway, more than excited to get to the beach. About an hour into the trip, I noticed his leg bouncing up and down slightly as we sat at a red light. Obviously me, being who I am, wondered to myself if he had to pee from all of the coffee he's not used to to having. He's always been shy when it comes to things like using the bathroom, and I wondered if he'd come clean and admit it or wait until I asked him to stop somewhere (he knows I have a small bladder, so I'm sure he figured I would.) Things were kind of quiet at this point as we continued to drive, and I tried not to make it seem like I was staring as he squirmed in his seat every so often. We were about to pass an exit and he slowed down a little and looked at me. "Do you need to stop or anything before we get on the interstate? Traffic's usually backed up here around this time because of the morning rush." Normally I would have said yes just for the chance to empty my bladder, but I secretly wanted to see what he'd do if I said no, so I shook my head. I noticed him grimace a little and drive past the exit and onto the interstate, obviously not wanting to lose pride by being the one who needed to stop. Of course he was right about the interstate, the traffic was ridiculous around eight o clock there, or just so in general. It seemed like we were doing a lot of just sitting, stuck between cars and time was going by so slowly. It had been about an hour and forty minutes by now and I had to pee just a little bit, certain I could hold it for a couple more hours or probably even until we got there. I glanced back over at Alex, who had one hand resting on the steering wheel and the other close to his crotch. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he shifted in his seat a little before squeezing himself with his hand, then quickly turning to look at me to make sure I wasn't paying attention. I could feel myself become more aroused by the situation, never thinking I'd get the opportunity to see him desperate. "You good? You seem a little tense.", I asked him kind of coyly. He immediately tensed and stayed still, making his hand into a fist and lying it back on his lap repetitively. The traffic was moving so slow that it was frustrating me, and I wasn't even the one driving. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine. I just have a bit of a headache." Perfect. I pulled out two Tylenol and a full bottle of water from my purse, excited for this opportunity now, too. "Here, take these. They'll help. And drink as much of the water as you can, you're not used that much caffeine, it dehydrates you." I half expected him to crack but he didn't, taking the pills from my hand and downing them with about half of the bottle of water. "You should finish that, you need to stay hydrated.", I insisted. "No, I'm alright, I'm sure this'll help, thank you though." At this point in our slow moving traffic, I noticed the stretch in front of us had one closed lane which was causing the extra slowness. Alex groaned under his breath as he noticed the scene and I felt the arousal increase inside of me, hoping I'd actually have the chance to see him have an accident. We were at a complete stop again as I heard him take in a short breath. The part of me that felt bad for him in this predicament was silenced by my curiosity and want to push him over the edge. "Headache that bad?", I asked him, not wanting to let in on the fact that I knew he was lying. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and shook his head yes, looking for another cause to blame. "Here, I know something that'll help." I leaned over as far as I could with my seatbelt on and started massaging his shoulders and neck, feeling the tension beaming off of him. "You're so tense, I can't help when your muscles are so tight. Just take a deep breath and let your whole body relax, okay? Just relax." I could see his desperate attempt to not move under my touch, but it was quickly thwarted when I'm guessing another wave of desperation hit him, causing his knee to bounce quickly and his hand to fly back to his crotch and squeeze. "You're not relaxed.", I said playfully. I could see him squeezing himself every three to four seconds now and knew it wouldn't be long before he couldn't hold it anymore. "I...I can't.", he said in a flat tone. "Why not? Is your head still bothering you?" "No, I just uh, kinda have to pee." he finally admitted, now letting himself squirm a little more openly. "Oh, okay, I have to go a little bit too. We can stop at the next stop if you want, I think it'll only be another twenty minutes or so in this mess." He groaned again a little louder, his hand now not moving it's spot as he kept a tight grip on himself. "No, I need to go like, right now, I didn't expect all of this traffic." I could see his face turn red with embarrassment and didn't know what to do. I thought about telling him to try using the bottle or his empty coffee cup, but instead just looked down at his trembling thighs. "Here, I'll help.", I said as my fingers went towards his leg. He was almost shaking now, and I knew that even if we did get somewhere soon he probably wouldn't be able to hold it until he got inside. "Don't. I can't move my hand.", he moaned. He didn't look at me during any of this, and I tried to act like it was no big deal to me. I ignored him and quickly replaced his hand with mine, hearing him whimper and seeing the tiniest spot between my fingers on his jeans a moment later. I knew how bad he had to go, but seeing him leak even the tiniest amount was still shocking to me, it was so unreal that one my fantasies was coming true right before my eyes. I continued squeezing his dick and feeling it throb under my touch as I tried to convince him to relax a little, secretly hoping he'd soon just let go. "Just try to relax the rest of your body, okay? It's worse if you tense up everywhere the way you are." He didn't say anything and it was clear he didn't listen to my advice, still overcome and blinded by need. He had both hands on the wheel now, tapping his hand forcefully as I continued to keep my grip on him, wanting so desperately to let go on purpose and watch him leak. Eight minutes went by and he was somehow still holding it all in as I felt another small warm sensation underneath my fingers, followed by a second, slightly longer one. He was losing control and I could barely stand to watch without wanting to climb on top of him. I acted sympathetic and didn't say much as he tried to focus on driving and holding back his overly-full bladder. Traffic sped up a little faster than expected for the one lane situation, and we managed to pull into a local fast food joint. His pants were mostly dry besides a small round spot around my hand, and I moaned quietly at the thought of how terribly full his bladder must have felt. He parked the car and I finally had the courage to let go of the hold I had on his dick, and within a second he was already peeing. I watched as a stream made it's way across his thigh for a few seconds before he clamped down, frantically dancing in his seat. "Mackenna, I told you not to let go.", he said flatly. I couldn't tell if he was angry with me or just full of embarrassment of the situation, but I apologized anyways, merely saying I forgot. "Fuck.", he groaned, and I watched as the spot on his jeans slowly grew a little wider every few seconds. Not wanting to see him completely ruin his upholstery, i quickly took the lid off of his coffee cup and passed it to him. "Here, this is empty, just pee in that until your bladder is empty enough to get out." He still didn't look at me as he took it out of my hand, probably unsure of how he was going to get his pants out of the way before releasing his bladder. He fidgeted and squirmed, trying to adjust himself for a few more seconds before I watched him hold the empty coffee cup up between his legs, his pants still on. I immediately heard the sound of water hitting the plastic surface as he tried his best to aim into the cup while peeing through his pants. He let out a long sigh and continued going, half of his pee hitting the inside of the cup and the other half spreading quickly across his thighs and soaking into the seat of his car. His body finally seemed to relax and the tension leave him, and the look of relief on his face was amazing. He seemed to no longer care about making a mess or me watching as he emptied his bladder, which seemed to take forever. After he was finally done, he sat the cup in the cup holder, looked down at the damage he had done and said nothing besides 'this? Let's never talk about this again.
    6 points
  2. I rub my thighs together and feel the friction of nylon on nylon. If we were in my bedroom you could hear the rasp of that motion, but not here. Here the air is loud with industry. Girls picking up receivers and asking "what's your number?", switches switched and plugs plugged, the distant clatter of Telex machines and the constant jangling, tingling, ringing of phones. Cacophonous. I love that word. Ca-co-phon-ous. It's like tripping down the stairs. I need the loo. Which isn't a surprise. I drank two cups of tea with sugar at my afternoon break and didn't relieve myself even though I already needed to go rather badly. I didn't forget. Though I'll certainly tell people that I did. Everyone except you. You get the truth. Maybe you might even understand. Maybe. I hope you do. There is still almost an hour left in my shift and I don't think I can wait that long. I hope I can't. I've long wanted to have an accident, for as long as I can remember. To Wet. My. Pants. Even the words sound... subversive. Kinky. Naughty. I feel it in my bones. That desire, that need, that hunger. I'm sure that sounds ridiculous to you. Of course it does. It sounds ridiculous to me. Yet still it calls me. So why haven't I? I'm twenty years old, it's not like I haven't had the opportunity. It's not like I haven't tried. But it's just never worked out for me. Maybe I have a strong bladder. Maybe I've just been unlucky. But whenever I'm absolutely desperate for a wee a toilet just seems to miraculously appear. Every time. And you can't wet your pants unless you couldn't help it. It's "the rules". Except this time. This time it's going to happen. To me. I'm tingling with anticipation. I'm going to have an accident. I'm going to Wet. My. Pants. Are you turned on? I really hope so, because I'm making an absolutely tit of myself if this doesn't do anything for you. The supervisors are not unreasonable for the most part. If one of us needs the loo we just raise one of our hands and wait for permission to leave our station. But sometimes if you ask at the wrong time they say no. And if you really need to go that can be crucial. Last week Irene wet the the floor ten minutes before shift change. None of the girls dared make fun of her, they all knew if could just as easily have been them. Today it will be me. Mrs Ramage is the switchboard supervisor today. She's not well suited to the position. She gets stressed easily, and when she gets stressed she gets mean. None of the other supervisors deny bathroom visits nearly as often Mrs Ramage. I've counted. I chose my day with care and precision. "What's your number? Hold please. Connecting you now." I have a script. I can recite it without thought. Pick up the phone. Plug the ringing cord into the correct jack. It's a vaguely sexual procedure isn't it? Is that just me as well? If I intended to make it to a toilet I would raise my hand now. But I don't, so I don't. I'll wait till the last minute. There isn't room to cross my legs beneath my switchboard. Heaven help me if I were a chunkier girl. But this is good. Leg crossing helps me hold on, and I wouldn't be able to justify not doing it if I possibly could. So instead I just sit at my board and do my job. God, I need a wee so badly. Do you mind me talking about this? You should probably stop reading if you do. I can talk to myself. It's OK. The switchboard two machines down from me is malfunctioning. They do that often enough. Mrs Ramage is yelling at Alva for doing something wrong and breaking it. Maybe she did, but probably it just broke on its own. They do that. I raise my hand, now is the perfect time to ask permission to take a break. Obviously she tells me no. I couldn't be happier. When I wet my clothes no one will blame me, it'll be nothing but sympathetic pats on the arm. And it'll be real. Almost real. Realesque. Close enough for horseshoes. I'm biting my lip as I work. The pain is distracting from my other pain. I feel it where the waistband of my skirt presses against my bladder. Light grey. I want it to show. I feel the pressure between my legs. A constant surging, throbbing pain. I want to feel you between my legs. I want to score my fingernails down your back. I want to bite your neck. I want you inside me. Irene's skirt was black the day she wet herself. You couldn't even tell if you hadn't seen the puddle beneath her chair. She looks over at me now and catches my eye. She mouths words of encouragement. I wonder if she really, really wants me to hold out or not. If I were to have an accident as well it would justify her failure. I shouldn't ascribe bad faith to her. She'll want me to avoid the embarrassment she felt. The hot, wet, dripping embarrassment. I'm jealous for a moment. I want to be her. I want the memory of hot wee running, pouring, gushing, out of me and into my clothes. I want the memory of people looking at me in shock and sympathy. I want to know the feeling of my soaking skirt slapping against my thighs as I walk to the loo in tears to freshen up. As always I'm tempted to simply let go, to let it happen. But then it wouldn't be an accident would it? And it has to be. It just does. The rules. Rules matter. So instead I just concentrate on my work. "What's your number? Hold please. Connecting you now." Time gets away from me. And then it happens. The end of my shift. I connect my last call of the day and hobble out of the exchange room. I wish I could tell you that the loo was further away, in a different building, across the yard maybe. That I wet myself halfway there. I broke-down into a sudden puddle amidst the scorching asphalt. I wish I could say that the other girls had taken all of the available stalls, leaving me waiting politely in a queue. Looking with longing at a toilet door until I burst and soaked myself all over the lavatory floor just meters and moments from the toilet. But it isn't, and I can't. It's the first door on the right. I think the others are making sure a stall is available for me. I could just let go on purpose. But the rules. I can't do that. I'm so sorry. I wee in the toilet like a good girl. Like always. Are you disappointed? I am as well. But there is always a next time. Next time it'll happen for sure.
    4 points
  3. Here we go, everyone. This is a very, very long one. When I finished writing it, I tried to see if there was a way to split it into two parts, but there really isn't. I'll try to keep future parts more in line with the rest of the story. Anyway, please enjoy. ***** Part Eight- Emma exhaled slowly as Dee unlocked her belt and slid the wet shorts down her legs. The two of them were back in Emma's bedroom, having returned through a hidden passage to the game room, an elevator platform lifting them up where the pool table had been the previous day. “I'm sorry,” Dee said softly. “I tried telling her that you weren't ready, I really did, but she wouldn't listen...” “I listened just fine,” Kay's voice came in over the speakers. “However, I had the utmost faith in Emma's abilities. Neither one of the contestants were supposed to wet themselves during the competition, but after that nonsense with Jae caused a delay, and after seeing her pee...Emma, you just couldn't wait another second, could you?” Emma slowly shook her head. “I really couldn't...I was already starting to leak while we were still answering questions. I just burst, there was nothing I could have done...” “The quantity you released is evidence of that alone,” Kay said. “You greatly surpassed your previous mark. If the game had continued, you would have been allowed to pee some more, you wouldn't have watched fake-Jae wet herself, you might have made it back to the toilet. We'll never really know.” “I've been wondering,” Emma said suddenly. “When Jae peed, the loudspeaker never gave a quantity. Why is that?” “Oh, I keep a remote on me that lets me turn the audio on and off as I please. I didn't want it to interrupt my ranting so I shut it off,” Kay answered. “All results are still recorded and everything else operates as normal.” “Ah, alright. I'm curious then, how much did she wee?” “Only five hundred and seven milliliters,” Kay mumbled. “So disappointing...” “Isn't that about average though?” Emma asked. “Well, technically,” Kay droned. “Still though, if you're trying so hard to hold it, the bladder should expand beyond that. She must have never been truly desperate in her life before today. No experience.” “That would make sense. I do feel sort of bad for her though, was it really-” Emma yelped as she felt Dee suddenly poke her hard in her left breast. “Don't try to argue with Kay's punishments,” Dee muttered. “She doesn't stand for anyone lying to her, even about minor issues. This kind of fuckery is unheard of here, an outsider coming into the complex under false pretenses? If we weren't so well-hidden, it could be a massive security risk.” Emma frowned and nodded. “I understand. It really is too bad though. I would have liked to meet the real Jae.” “She is wonderful,” Kay moaned, almost longingly. “I truly hope she returns one day. Anyway, I have some damage control to do after this incident, the clients are NOT happy. I'll be off comms for a time. Also, to make up for this nonsense, there's also a nice surprise for you in the kitchen, so get there when you have a chance. Oh, Dee, you're not showing any signs, but you're pretty desperate right?” Dee giggled and nodded. “Yeah, I'm bursting.” She reached down and pulled up her shirt, exposing her distended bladder. “Good. You're free to do what you like, as long as you follow the basic rules of course. Stay with Emma or go back to your part of the complex, your choice.” “I'll stay,” Dee said with a grin. “I thought as much, and there's already a new set of clothes for you along with Emma's in the drawer.” “Thank you, Professor. This getup is squishing my bladder,” Dee mumbled, patting down the comically generic butler uniform. “Oh and...Me and Emma...we're free to do what we like in the shower, right?” “Indeed, all bets are off in there. Remember though, cameras are running, so don't say anything personal.” “Of course,” Dee nodded. “Good luck sorting everything out, Professor. I'll do my best to hold it in until you get back to watch.” “Good girl,” Kay purred. “See you later, Subjects.” At that, Kay went silent. Dee turned and looked at Emma, standing there naked from the waist down, her legs still glistening with pee. “What do you think she's got for us in the kitchen?” Emma shrugged. “No clue. We'll go right after we shower.” “Absolutely,” Dee agreed. She turned away and walked into the bathroom, reaching into the shower to activate the electronic panel. Water rained down from all directions, the sound causing Dee to moan and squirm. Emma walked in behind her, pulling off her shirt and bra in one quick motion and tossing them out the door behind her. Dee was still fully dressed, but she seemed far more concerned with squirming and bouncing than with undressing. Emma walked up to her, reached out for Dee's jacket, and began undoing the buttons. Dee tried to stand still as Emma worked on her, letting her slide the jacket off of her. Next she undid Dee's white shirt and removed that as well, exposing a beautiful green lace bra. Reaching around to unhook the bra, Emma couldn't help but give Dee a soft kiss on the neck. The desperate girl shivered and moaned as her breasts fell free, and then Emma was removing Dee's belt and unbuttoning her slacks. The pants fell down her legs to reveal gorgeous panties that perfectly matched Dee's bra. “I've noticed you're wearing green a lot,” Emma whispered. “Did you ask Kay for it or is it just a coincidence?” “It's Kay's choice, actually,” Dee breathed. “She put me in this incredible emerald-studded green dress one time, it must have cost thousands, and she said I looked so amazing in the color. She gives me green stuff all the time now, unless a client specifically requests something else. Even then, I usually get green underwear. Fake-Jae was wearing green too...I think Kay just really loves the color.” “Good a reason as any,” Emma stated. “Get those off.” She pointed down to Dee's shoes, and the woman kicked them away and slid her socks off with her toes. The only thing left was for Emma to kneel down, grip Dee's panties, and slide them down her legs. And she did so at an unnecessarily slow rate, letting the lace gently brush Dee's legs on the way down, revealing a perfect black triangle of hair that pointed right to Dee's clit. Emma was eye-level with Dee's bulging bladder, her skin tight and smooth. Dee stepped out of the panties and Emma threw them out of the bathroom. Now they were both completely naked aside from their masks, which they removed together, setting them on the sink. Looking up at her, Emma noticed for the first time just how beautiful Dee's face was. Absolutely flawless, her features were perfectly symmetrical, her green eyes bright and lustful, her red lips held slightly apart in a slow exhale. Taken over by Dee's beauty, Emma did something she never would have thought herself capable of. She wasn't able to wait until they were even in the shower. With Dee leaning back on the wall next to the bath tub, sweat forming on her skin due to her desperation and arousal, Emma leaned in and shoved her face right between Dee's legs. Dee gasped and shouted for a moment, but she fell silent as soon as Emma's tongue found her clit. Emma had never done anything like this. Before meeting Kay, she had never considered being with a woman. Now, Emma let her tongue slide up and down Dee's vulva, kissing and sucking on her clit. The skin was so incredibly soft and warm, growing wetter by the second as Dee grew more and more aroused. Emma wrapped an arm around each of Dee's legs as they went weak, and the sounds of Dee's unabashed moans filled her ears. “Emma,” Dee gasped, reaching down to grab her bright red hair. “I...I'm so desperate...” “Hold it,” Emma ordered through her teeth as she pinched Dee's clit between her slick lips. “You said it yourself, you have to hold it in until Kay gets back to watch.” “With you...down there...it's so intense...” “I don't bloody care. You're going to hold it all in, no matter what I do to you.” Emma asserted her command by leaning up a bit and pushing her forehead into Dee's bladder as she continued to lick at Dee's clit. The blonde woman screamed out loud and threw her arms out to support herself against the wall, her hips shaking violently with the effort of containing her compressed bladder. Suddenly, Emma got to her feet and wrapped both arms around Dee, nearly dragging her into the shower. They were both soaked instantly from the multi-directional streams, and Emma slowly lowered Dee onto the large shower floor before she laid down on her front and returned to her place between Dee's legs. Dee was absolutely vibrating now, her womanhood burning hot and her hips thrusting non-stop. Now that she didn't have to hold Dee against the wall, Emma slid her right middle finger inside Dee and began vigorously rubbing her G-spot, causing the already-frantic woman to thrash and scream even louder. Despite Dee's immense effort, Emma felt a tiny spurt of pee spray onto her tongue. It was the first time she had ever tasted pee. Due to the fact that all Dee drank was water, it wasn't too bad. “You had better stop leaking,” Emma warned. Dee just moaned in confirmation as Emma kept pounding away at her G-spot. This went on for only two more minutes before Dee reached orgasm, spraying Emma's chin with her sex. Seconds later, Emma saw a tiny stream of pee begin leaking out of Dee. She retracted her finger and pushed her thumb hard against Dee's pee hole. “DO NOT WEE!” Emma commanded. “You're not allowed to pee yet. I won't let you.” Dee whined and moaned, double-crossing her legs around Emma's hand as she lay on the shower floor. “It's...coming...out...” she hissed. “It's my turn,” Emma ordered. “We're not leaving the shower until I cum, and if you pee in here, you won't get measured and you won't get any reward. I'm letting go of you now, and you had better hold it in.” Emma retracted her hand and leaned back against the shower wall, spreading her own legs wide for Dee. The other woman was completely knotted up, both hands clamped forcefully between her legs, her hips rocking and her mouth held open in a continuous moan. “Come here, Dee,” Emma nearly begged, stroking her own clit with her thumb. “I know you're strong enough to hold it. The sooner you get me off, the sooner you get out of the shower.” Dee moaned even louder, but a second later she released her iron grip on her throbbing wee and began crawling towards Emma. The red-haired girl closed her eyes in anticipation, her womanhood swollen, reddened, and slick. Since she was a young teenager, she had fantasied about what it would feel like, to have someone lick her down there, but she had been unlucky; all four of her past sexual partners hadn't been into it. Now she waited with her breath welling up in her chest...and then she felt it, the warm, soft, and wet sensation of Dee's lips brushing her labia before she felt her tongue flick over her clit. It took less than a second to send Emma over the edge. She was so earth-shatteringly horny that she exploded into a mindbending orgasm at Dee's slightest touch. She bit down hard on her lip to stop herself from screaming, a reflex gained from constantly masturbating in a thin-walled dorm. Dee wasn't done yet though. Emma slid down onto the floor as she felt Dee's finger slide into her. This, in combination with Dee's tongue still expertly working her clit, forced another orgasm out of her almost instantly, and another less than ten seconds later. She had always heard of it, but she had never experienced multiple orgasms before – At least not at this incredible rate. Upon noticing that Emma was rendered completely limp and motionless, Dee retracted her finger and pulled herself next to Emma, wrapping her arms around the drained woman. “Please...” Dee whispered desperately into Emma's ear. “Let me turn the water off...I'm going to explode otherwise...” A shaky nod was all that Emma could manage. Not needing to be told twice, Dee reached up and slapped the electronic panel, and the shower fell silent. The two women just laid there, perfectly still, for a number of minutes. Now that the water had been turned off, Dee wasn't even squirming anymore. Emma had been watching like a hawk; she had not released any more pee yet. “You're bloody hopeless when the water's on, aren't you?” Emma asked with a chuckle. Dee sighed and nodded. “Yep. Always been this way. When I was a kid, I would nearly pee myself whenever it was raining. I had more than a few accidents. I had to fight so hard to hold it in whenever I was in public. When I was fifteen, I was on a date with my boyfriend. We were walking in a park, just before sunset, and it started raining. I was already pretty desperate at the time, it was after dinner and a movie...when the rain began I couldn't help but hold myself. My boyfriend noticed, obviously. Figured he'd laugh at me and tease me, but instead he went stiff and started stammering like an idiot. He tried helping me to the bathroom across the park, but I clearly wasn't going to make it. I told him I'd squat behind a tree, as the park was abandoned aside from us.” Dee inhaled deeply and let it out slowly, a fond smile growing across her wet face. “I should mention that we'd already had sex a few times at this point and we weren't weird about it, so this next part isn't supposed to be rapey or anything. Anyway, he helped me behind a tree and I got my pants down. He was staring, and even though we'd had sex as I just said, I figured he wouldn't want to see me pee. I told him not to look. I was seriously about to start leaking in my panties, hadn't pulled them down yet, but he just kept staring. And then he...took it out.” Emma blinked. “He...took it out?” “Yes.” “Are you trying to reference Seinfeld right now?” Emma laughed. “Well...the way I'm phrasing it, sort of. But I'm also being serious. He just unzipped right there. He was harder than I'd ever seen him before. His face was red and his breathing shallow. He was clearly hornier than he'd ever been in his life. My bladder was bursting, I was so obviously desperate, but he just pushed me down into the grass, tore my panties off, and attacked me right there in the middle of the park. Despite the pressure and shame I felt, I could just sense the passion coming off of him, and it was hotter than anything I'd ever done before. I was trying so fucking hard to hold it in...but I lost control half way through. I started peeing all over his thing and his legs, but the more I wet myself the harder he fucked me. To this day, I've never seen anything like it. I remember at one point he pulled out, put both hands on my bladder, and kept pushing on it like he was trying to give it C.P.R.” Dee burst out laughing there, but stopped as she gasped and folded her legs back up. “My pee flew like ten feet through the air, it was amazing and hilarious. When we were both finished, we stayed there together for a long time, much like the two of us are now, and we just talked.” Dee reached out and began circling Emma's right nipple with her index finger, causing the redhead to shiver and moan softly. “He told me that, to him, nothing in the world was hotter than a beautiful girl who was absolutely desperate to pee. He opened up to me completely, spilling his guts about all his fantasies and kinks. I obliged every one of them over the next few years. He turned me into an extremely sexual person. It was his idea that I start camming to make money after my parents booted me.” “Why did you two break up?” Emma asked softly. Dee turned her head to look into Emma's eyes, her smile widening even further. “We didn't. He's watching us right now, I'm sure,” Dee said happily. Emma's mouth fell open. “What? Are you serious, he's a client?” “Not to begin with,” Dee explained. “When I first got the invitation from Kay, I gave the condition that he be given free access to the stream. She obliged without a problem. After it was over, Kay asked me if I would like to stay. I loved it so much, and he loved watching me so much, that we agreed I should stay here for a while. Men aren't welcome in the complex, but he lives in a large home less than twenty miles from here that I had built with my original earnings. Every night I'm not working here, I'm with him. It's still not very often, though.” Emma stared at the ceiling of the shower, her mind racing. “Why didn't you tell me this before? I thought you were sort of on your own.” “I always greatly simplify my situation when I'm talking to a new girl,” Dee said. “Not all of them last and not all of them are compatible with Kay. I don't like getting close to people I'll never see again. I have a feeling that you and I are going to have a wonderful future, however.” Emma smiled wide at this, reaching up to grasp Dee's hand that was still teasing her breast. “And this guy's really okay with you sleeping with other people?” Dee laughed hard again. This time it caused her to moan loudly and shove her free hand between her legs. “You kidding me? He absolutely adores watching me with other women. He texted me early this morning saying that watching me and you struggling to hold it together last night was the single greatest thing he'd ever seen. He's a very sexually accepting person. Pretty much, as long as I'm not having unprotected sex with another man, he's completely fine with anything I do. We truly love each other, what we do with our bodies is secondary to that." “It sounds like a really fun relationship,” Emma said softly. “It is,” Dee purred. “What about you? What was your first sexual pee-related experience?” Emma pursed her lips. “Honestly, it was never really sexual for me until I met Kay. I've had a lot of people who've wanted to watch me wee on my cam, and I never had a problem with it, but it was really just for the money. Sometimes people would get all mean and threaten to quit paying if I left to go to the loo, but when that happened I would just turn down my mic output and pee in a cup or on the floor if nothing was available. Nobody ever specifically asked me to hold it in before Kay.” “Wow, and you already have such a large capacity?” Dee asked, stunned. “I guess I'm a natural,” Emma shrugged. “I mean, I've been desperate before, but I've never-” “What the hell are you girls still doing in there?” Kay's voice suddenly shot out of a nearby speaker, severely startling both Emma and Dee. “I've been gone for almost an hour!” Dee blinked and looked up towards the nearest camera. “Wait, really? I guess we've been having too much fun...” “You didn't pee, did you?” Kay asked seriously. Dee sighed and shook her head, patting her greatly distended bladder. “Nope, it's still all in here.” “Good,” Kay mumbled. “Listen though, you two need to get to the kitchen like, right now. The surprise I mentioned is sort of time-sensitive and I really don't think there's much time left.” “Oh damn,” Emma stammered. “I completely forgot about that. Sorry, Professor, we'll get on with it right now.” Emma scrambled to her feet and helped the desperate Dee stand as well, and the two of them quickly patted themselves down with towels and pulled their masks back on. Seconds later, they both left the bathroom and walked to the dresser. Emma pulled open the drawer and her eyes went wide in delight at the sight of an incredibly ornate blue and white Kimono. “HOLY BLOODY FUCKING SHIT!” Emma wailed. “Jeeze Emma, language,” Dee giggled. “Fuck, I'm sorry, but I- I've wanted one of these since...well, since forever. I never even dreamed that I would- Oh, God it's so beautiful.” “NERD ALERT!” Dee shouted, looking into one of the cameras and pointing at Emma's back. “Shut it or I'll squeeze your bladder till you pop,” Emma threatened. “Guess what, you get to wear one too.” Emma picked up her kimono, revealing a green and white one that was hidden underneath. Dee sighed. “Yeah, I figured when I saw yours. I also have a feeling I know what this 'surprise' is, and Kay's right – We probably need to get down there fast...” “There's a problem though,” Emma mumbled. “What is it?” “I've got no bloody clue how to put this on.” Dee laughed softly and reached out to take the bundle from her. “Just stand still and spread your arms, I'll help you out.” Emma did as instructed as Dee spread the kimono out on her bed. Inside the bundle was a pair of wooden sandals and a pair of white and pink striped cotton panties, as well as a long and wide belt. Dee let Emma step into the panties and pulled them into place, then she draped the beautiful kimono over Emma's shoulders. Emma slid her arms through the massive sleeves and stood still as Dee folded it properly and tied the belt around her middle. It was a very involved process and it took the better part of ten minutes before it was on properly. “You look amazing,” Dee whispered. “So do you,” Emma responded. “I'm not even wearing mine yet,” Dee giggled. She was still completely naked, straight out of the shower. “I know,” Emma asserted with a naughty grin. Her face fell seconds later though as a new thought floated into her head. “I just realized...we're probably gonna be forced to wet ourselves in these. I don't wanna, they're so beautiful...” “There's no need to worry, subject,” Kay said suddenly. “They'll be cleaned properly and they'll always be good as new. And I'll tell you what – You help Dee break two liters tonight, and I'll let you keep it. And by 'help,' I mean 'force her to reach two liters using any means necessary,' you understand me? Since I started running this thing, only two women have ever surpassed two liters. I know she's capable of it. It's time for there to be a third.” Dee turned to Emma and grimaced when she saw the fires of wicked determination glowing in Emma's eyes. “I...I guess I'd better get my kimono on,” Dee mumbled, turning away from Emma with her face growing slightly panicked. “Please hurry,” Kay said softly. “The surprise legitimately doesn't have much time left. Oh, and Dee... It's far past your assigned time to drink. I think you should probably have two bottles to make up for it when you get to the kitchen.” Dee frowned and placed her right hand over her round, solid belly. “Yes, Professor.” Kay and Emma remained silent as Dee put on her own kimono. She was far faster on her own than she was putting it on Emma, and five minutes later the two women were heading down the stairs towards the kitchen. Dee paused every couple of steps to squirm for a moment, but she made it down without issue. They circled around the bottom of the staircase and into the hall to the kitchen, and soon enough Emma pushed open the door and stepped into what could have been an actual home in Feudal Japan. Her eyes widened in absolute disbelief – Not at what she was specifically seeing, but rather that the kitchen had been entirely normal less than three hours ago. “How did this happen?” Emma hissed. “It's...it's impossible, nobody could have redecorated it so fast, even the basic layout of the counters is completely different...it's just-” “It's best not to question it,” Dee mumbled. “I have no evidence for this, but I think Kay must have a team of workers who run around here in secret, changing things to her liking. None of the girls I know would be capable of something like this. Not this fast, anyway.” “This place gets more and more incredible every minute I'm here,” Emma whispered. “It's like Hogwarts or some sh-” “You're finally here,” mumbled an extremely soft female voice, directly to Emma's left. The redhead shrieked in surprise and stumbled sideways, nearly knocking over Dee. “What- Who-” Emma regained her balance and looked towards the source of the voice. There stood a woman who Emma had never seen before. Even under her jet-black masquerade mask that perfectly matched the color of her long, straight hair, she was clearly Asian, most likely Japanese. She was wearing a traditional Itamae uniform, and she was holding a tray completely covered in various sushi rolls and sashimi. “I am called Tsu. It is my pleasure to meet you, Emma. I am Kay's personal Itamae – Her sushi chef. She has instructed me to prepare any dish you may desire.” Tsu spoke with a moderate Japanese accent; perfectly understandable but definitely not fluent in English. She stepped forwards and placed the tray on the short table that spanned the center of the room, then turned back towards Emma with a short bow. Emma smiled widely and approached Tsu, bowing in return. As she got closer to the Japanese woman, she began to notice what Kay had been rushing them about. Tsu's face was coated in sweat, and her legs were pressing together with great force. A small wet patch could be seen staining the crotch of her white pants. She was obviously trying incredibly hard to hide it, but she was truly desperate. Emma's mind filled with thoughts of this woman waiting here for over an hour, struggling desperately to hold it in, expecting her to show up any second. Her face grew apologetic. “I'm really sorry that we took so long. We honestly had no idea that there was someone else down here. I figured there was a meal for us that was getting cold or something...” “There is no need to apologize,” Tsu said with a smile. “Please take a place at the table and let me know what you would like.” “I couldn't ask you to cook when you're so desperate,” Emma offered. “Just sit with us and focus on holding it.” Tsu slowly shook her head. “The Professor told me that you haven't had a decent meal since you arrived here, that you have just been eating random snacks between holds. This will not do, you need proper nutrition to keep your strength up. I am to prepare any sushi you would like, regardless of my desperation.” Tsu strode out of sight, around a corner to the left side of the room. She returned seconds later, hauling a large cart that housed rows of fish and all her other supplies. She paused every now and then, bending her knees slightly and letting out a soft whine. Emma and Dee stepped up to the table and looked at their 'seats,' two large black cushions that were neatly folded on the floor. “Wow, really going all-out with the Japanese thing, aren't they?” Emma whispered. “Yeah, some of the clients are really into it. Like, really, really, waaayyy too into it. But still, they pay, so Kay puts out. Suits me fine, I fucking love sushi...” “So do I,” Emma said with a grin. The two of them knelt down on the cushions, settling in front of the table. “Careful though, if you leak while you're on the cushion, it won't register,” Emma warned. “Of course, I know the game,” Dee sighed. “Now that I'm out of the shower, I feel a lot better though. I should be good for a while.” “Oh?” Emma chirped, a wicked smile growing on her face again. “Hey Tsu, the Professor said that Dee has to drink two water bottles to make up for ones she missed while we were fooling around in the shower. You got any here?” Tsu nodded quickly and reached under her cart, opening what seemed to be a mini-fridge. She pulled out two water bottles and placed them in front of Dee. Emma smiled sweetly as Dee turned her head slowly and mouthed “you're evil” at her. Emma's gloating was interrupted by a chime. “Now that I think about it,” Kay's voice said softly, “Your time to drink is nearly here, Emma. Why don't you have a bottle too. Soy sauce is salty, you might need it.” Emma sighed as she heard Kay's mic switch off. “I probably deserved that,” Emma mumbled as Tsu placed a bottle in front of her. Both Dee and Tsu nodded at her, their lips pursed in a suppressed smirk. “Oh, now I'm getting ganged up on?” Emma complained as she opened her bottle. She took a long sip as Dee and Tsu laughed for a moment, before the two desperate girls were forced to stop and squirm. “Ooohh,” Tsu moaned. “I can't even hold myself, it's not sanitary...” Dee scoffed. “Emma was just eating my pussy like twenty minutes ago while I leaked into her mouth. I don't think some pee sushi will disturb her all that much.” Tsu gasped loudly and covered her face with her hands. “Please, do not say such things!” she complained. Dee's mouth fell open into a disbelieving groan. “Tsu, that innocent Japanese schoolgirl act might please some of the clients, but if you think for one second that I've forgotten the sight of Vee pissing all over your tits while you were balls-deep in her with that strap-on I'll-” “Fuck's sake,” Tsu interrupted, crossing her arms. “I'm trying to put on a show for the newbie, why not let her enjoy it?” Emma blinked and stared at Tsu, stunned. Not at her sudden change of demeanor, but rather at the fact that her soft and sweet Japanese accent had instantly been replaced with a New York accent so comically loud and thick that she could have come straight from an episode of Cheers. “Stop trying to be cute,” Dee bitched. “Emma's one of us now, she wants to know the real you, not that creepy-ass waifu nonsense you-” Emma shook herself out of it as the two of them continued to argue. “Er- Yeah,” she spoke up loudly, causing Dee and Tsu to fall silent and look to her. “Dee's right. I don't need any special treatment. I'd like to become real friends with everybody here. Please, let's enjoy the sushi.” Dee nodded and eyed the row of fish, and Tsu sighed and took her place behind the cart. “You are right,” Tsu said. “I'm just so used to playing a part here. It's not often that I'm involved in a scene where I'm better off being myself.” Dee opened her first bottle of water and took a long sip. “I can imagine. One time I had to spend a whole week pretending to be a nun. I don't think you were here for that, though. As an atheist, it was a weird one...those robes are super fun to pee in though, I have to say. They get really heavy and clingy.” “One time she made me pee myself while I was wearing a full suit of actual Samurai armor,” Tsu laughed. “The idea was to take it all off before I lost control, but I tripped and just burst. That shit's designed for strong men, way too heavy for me.” “Alright, well now I'm jealous,” Emma butted in. “I've been told to just be myself in here this whole time. Where's my role?” “It's always simple for the new girls at first,” Dee explained. “Once you settle in here a bit more, the Professor will definitely give you some part to play for a day or so. Since you're English, with the red hair and everything, I wouldn't be surprised if it was some medieval situat-” “Are either of you going to order any food?” Tsu interrupted, her face impatient and her legs crossed tightly. “Shit, sorry,” Emma muttered. “I'd love an Alaska roll, and if you could please put some masago and sesame seeds on it, that would be wonderful. Oh, and eel sauce on the side please.” Tsu nodded with a smile and turned to Dee. The blonde woman pursed her lips and looked up in thought for a moment. “I'll take a...Yeah, please give me one spider roll, a Philadelphia roll but with raw salmon instead of smoked please, a salmon skin hand roll with a metric shit ton of bonito in it, two pieces of Ikura, and two pieces of Uni. Oh, and a lump of salmon sashimi would be excellent, thank you.” Tsu seemed unfazed as she began to work, but Emma slowly turned towards Dee, her mouth held open in disbelief. “You think that's enough bloody sushi right there?” Emma stammered. Dee shrugged. “I said I really love sushi, and maybe the rice will help dry up some of the pee in me.” Emma burst out laughing at this, leaning in on the table. “Holy shit, that's not how bladders work. That's not how any of this works.” Tsu started laughing as well, shoving a hand between her legs despite herself. Dee couldn't help it – She laughed with them, and she couldn't properly suppress it. Suddenly she yelped out loud and rolled sideways off of the cushion she was kneeling on. She pulled her kimono up, revealing the green and white striped panties she wore. There was an obvious wet patch right on her crotch, and even as Emma watched, another tiny pulse of pee soaked into them. “NO!” Emma shouted, scrambling into a crawl and pressing her hand hard against Dee's panties. “I swear to God, Dee, if you wet yourself now I will punish you myself.” “I'm sorry,” Dee whined. “I'm so full though, even if I don't laugh, I have no idea how long I can hold on...I'm really, seriously desperate...” “Listen to me,” Emma whispered. “You know you can do this. You came so insanely close last time. If you break two liters, you'll be a LEGEND here. Remember what Kay said? Only two people here have ever gone past two liters. You can do it. Focus your mind, block out the pressure, and do not let yourself leak again. Every little drop is wasted potential.” Dee grimaced and nodded, letting her curled-up legs fall to the floor. “You're right...I have to hold on, no matter what.” Emma leaned in and kissed Dee on the lips. “Do it for yourself, and do it for me. I really believe in you.” Dee smiled and actually blushed for the first time that Emma had ever seen. Emma helped Dee back into a kneel on the cushion, then handed her the remainder of her water. Dee frowned but drank without argument, pounding the rest of the first bottle and tearing open the second. Emma looked the blonde woman up and down. Her pure experience with holding allowed her to hide it well, but Emma's eyes were already trained. Much like Tsu, Dee was coated in sweat and her strained muscles twitched and shivered often. Beyond this, the great bulge of her incredible bladder was visible even under the loose-fitting kimono. Any other person would have thought her six months pregnant. Emma's examination of Dee was interrupted when Tsu reached down and set her completed sushi dish in front of her. It looked absolutely wonderful, masterfully prepared despite Tsu's own desperation. Dee's huge spread of food came out next, taking up half the table in front of her. Tsu then sliced a number of different fish as sashimi, placed them simply on a plate, and knelt down across from them. “I decided to eat with you,” Tsu said. “I am hungry, and I'm also very interested in Dee's situation right now. Didn't mean to eavesdrop, but did I hear right? You're trying to break two liters?” Dee nodded quietly as she placed a piece of her Philadelphia roll in her mouth. Emma spoke for her. “Kay's instructed me to force her to hold it in. She knows that Dee can hold more and wants her to take it really far. If I help her surpass two liters, Kay will let me keep the kimono.” Tsu flexed her lips. “You realize that you're earning millions of dollars here, right? Why not just buy your own kimono?” Emma blinked. “I...actually didn't even consider that. The idea of so much money is still completely surreal to me. Still, though...I want Dee to do it too. Last night, she came SO CLOSE to two liters. If we can help her hold it for just a little while longer, I'm sure she'll make it.” Dee swallowed with a dramatic gulp. “I want to do it too. I know I can, but the pressure is just so intense right now. It comes in waves. Sometimes I'm alright, and sometimes it takes all I have in me not to explode right here.” “I'm...rather close to my limit as well,” Tsu admitted. “I have been holding on for a really long time before you two got here. I must have drank at least four liters already today, and as you can see, I started leaking earlier but I managed to regain control.” She reached down and lifted the front of her loose shirt, revealing her bulge that protruded at least six inches. It was so tight and round, the shape of her bladder perfectly visible. Emma couldn't help but stare; it was truly turning her on. “This is gonna sound weird, but you have a really cute bladder,” she said softly. Tsu scoffed. “Cute? That's a new one.” Emma laughed and shook her head. “I told you it would sound weird. Well, I mean, mine's sort of taller and Dee just looks pregnant, but yours is so perfectly round. It's really bloody hot.” Tsu smiled and took a bite of her sashimi. Emma looked down at her plate and ate a piece as well. The three of them ate silently for a while. Emma finished her plate quickly, and was about to ask for a spicy yellowtail roll before Tsu looked up at her. “You wanna touch it?” Tsu offered. Emma furrowed her brow. “Your bladder?” Tsu nodded. Emma was long past feeling any shame in this place, and she nodded enthusiastically. Tsu pushed her half-finished sashimi plate aside and climbed onto the table, kneeling in front of Emma. The redhead reached out and gently placed her right hand on Tsu's round bladder. The bulge was burning hot and absolutely rock-solid. Emma couldn't help herself as she pushed in gently with her thumb. Tsu inhaled sharply and leaned forwards, biting her lip. She did nothing to stop Emma though as she kept pressing in on her. “Are you sure this is alright?” Emma asked softly. “I wouldn't want you to lose it early because of me.” Tsu shook her head. “I absolutely love the feeling of outside pressure when I'm this desperate. Each push is like a little orgasm. If I feel like I'm about to leak, I'll let you know. For now, you can push much harder if you'd like.” Emma took this invitation happily, increasing the pressure she was applying with her thumb. Tsu moaned loudly and shifted her weight down, pushing her crotch against her heel. “Come on, Emma,” Dee said suddenly. “Give her all you've got, she loves it.” To set an example, Dee scooched closer to Emma and reached out with her left hand, placing her entire palm over Tsu's distended belly and pushing in hard. The Japanese woman screamed out loud in what sounded much more like pleasure than pain. She toppled over, nearly knocking the rest of Dee's food off the table. Dee moved to protect her plates while Tsu rolled onto her back right in front of Emma. Her bulge was even more prominent now, so large that it protruded even further than her breasts. Emma's staring was interrupted by a chime as Kay's voice spoke softly. “Normally I would put a stop to this...” Kay started, “but as long as Dee keeps holding it in, I will allow Tsu to proceed how she wishes. Both me and the clients love watching you press on her like that.” “Thank you, Professor,” Tsu breathed. She turned her head to Emma, smiling widely, her face reddened from the effort of holding on. “Please, you can push even harder. I love it, I really do. Make me burst.” Even though she'd just gotten off with Dee, Emma felt incredibly turned on right then. She clambered onto the table and straddled Tsu, pulling her kimono up and coming to a rest with her panties hovering just over Tsu's crotch. Tsu squirmed under her and moaned softly, then reached out and grasped Emma's wrists. She guided the redhead's hands to her bursting bladder and let Emma take the lead from there. Emma leaned forwards and pushed down hard, feeling the liquid inside of Tsu compress. Tsu screamed and thrashed, moaning with immense pleasure and grasping her own breasts. Emma relaxed her push and started massaging Tsu's chest and hips, feeling her soft skin under her shirt. Without warning, she went for another push on Tsu's bladder. She moaned so loudly that it hurt Emma's ears, and she could feel Tsu's legs kicking against her back as she pushed. “Leaking yet?” Emma whispered. Tsu whined and shook her head. “You have amazing control. When we got here, you already had a wet spot though. How are you hanging on this long?” Tsu giggled and reached out for Emma's shoulders. “I tripped when I was trying to quickly load the sushi cart. It just startled some pee out of me. Now push harder, I'm about to come...” She grasped Emma's shoulders tightly and pulled her in, greatly increasing the force on her own bladder. Emma's hands had it nearly pushed flat now; she had no idea how Tsu was still holding on. Suddenly, Emma felt someone grasping around by her rear. She turned her head to see Dee struggling to pull Tsu's pants down while Emma sat on her. She lifted her butt and let Dee slide Tsu's pee-stained pants down to her ankles. “Mmmhh, what are you doing?” Tsu moaned through her gasps. “Just giving you the same treatment that me and Emma gave each other earlier,” Dee stated. Emma kept her head turned and watched as Dee began to stroke Tsu through her transparent white panties, causing the girl to go absolutely frantic. Emma could barely keep her balance as Tsu thrashed, and Dee took great advantage of this. Upon seeing Emma struggling to keep seated, she reached out with her free hand and pushed Emma hard, causing her to stumble forwards, directly on top of Tsu's bladder. Emma regained her balance and fell into a sit, unaware of her new position until Tsu shrieked in pleasure as she finally reached orgasm. With Dee teasing her clit and almost all of Emma's weight on her bladder, there was no more hope for Tsu's hold. The Japanese woman absolutely erupted, moaning low and loud as her pee instantly soaked Dee's hand. Due to the way her hips were thrust upwards, a lot of it slid across her belly and puddled around Emma's butt. The redhead didn't care in the slightest though, and she bounced in place, causing Tsu's pee to shoot out in great arcs, straight through the thin fabric of her panties. The sight of this whole thing proved too much for Dee. She suddenly yelped and stood, hobbling out of the room and into the hallway that led to the living room. Emma cursed and rolled off of Tsu, her dripping kimono leaving a trail across the floor as she gave chase. “TSU, COME WITH ME!” Emma shouted as she bolted out of the room. Tsu quickly kicked her pants away from her ankles and stood as well, running after Emma with pee still flowing freely down her legs and splattering across the floor. Emma found Dee kneeling down in the hallway, her hands shoved between her legs. Upon circling in front of her, she could see tears forming in the blonde woman's eyes. “I can't hold it anymore,” Dee cried. “It really hurts, I can feel it just about to come out...” Emma knelt in front of Dee and placed her hands around Dee's shoulders. “Dee, please, I know you can wait just a little bit longer. You know you want to pass two liters, and everyone knows you've got it in you, but you need to keep holding it. Just try to make it another five minutes.” “I CAN'T,” Dee moaned, her mouth open in agony as her hips rocked desperately. “Yes you can,” Emma said gently. She knew that getting upset would serve no purpose now, Dee had to stay calm and focused. “Besides, you can't wee until Tsu is done. I'm sure you can hear her, but she's standing right behind you, still going on the floor. If you do it now, the count will be invalid.” “I know,” Dee breathed. “Holy shit, I've never felt like this before...the pressure is unbelievable.” “Just a few more minutes,” Emma whispered. “Here, use my leg...” Emma reached down and pulled her kimono up, then fell into a seated position and extended her right leg. Dee understood, and she shifted forwards until she was right above Emma's leg. Slowly and gingerly, Dee sat down, pressing her privates with all her weight into Emma's hard kneecap. “Much better than holding myself,” Dee muttered. “Thank you.” “Any time,” Emma said with a smile. Dee closed her eyes and began breathing heavily, and Emma took the opportunity to look back at Tsu. She was standing about ten feet away from them in a slight squat, her head held down to watch her waterfall. Her pee was perfectly clear, glinting in the bright lighting of the hallway. There seemed to be a very slight downhill tilt towards the kitchen, or else Emma and Dee would both be soaking in her massive puddle right now. Instead, most of the liquid was soaking under the door into the other room. Suddenly, Tsu looked up and spoke. “Why'd you tell me to follow you? Isn't it mean to make Dee hear me wetting myself?” Emma frowned and nodded. “Kinda, but it's more important to use your pee to stop the system from measuring if Dee were to lose it too. Knowing you won't get the proper reward is a really good motivation to keep holding it. If you stayed in the kitchen, Dee would have been free to pee out here since I'm sure the different rooms can take separate measurements.” “I see,” Tsu agreed. “Well, I'm afraid to say that I'm gonna be out in a moment...” Sure enough, Tsu peed for another fifteen seconds before it slowed to a few drops, and then it fell silent. Her panties were completely see-through at this point, and Emma noticed how smooth and neat she was down there, cleanly shaven with tight labia that hid the fun within. Emma shook herself out of it and turned her eyes back to Dee, who was making a face that resembled that of a bear attack victim. “It's gonna come out,” Dee mouthed at Emma. “It's right there...I can feel it burning right at the hole...” “Tsu's hasn't been measured yet,” Emma said. “You have to hold on.” “Ooowwwww,” was all that Dee could manage. Seconds later, the trio heard the chime as Tsu's pee started sinking through the floor. “Alright, I've combined the quantities in the hallway and the Japanese scene, and it comes out to one thousand, three hundred and fifty eight milliliters,” Kay announced. “That's less than your last hold by quite a lot, but I suppose that's to be expected with Emma squeezing it out of you like that. Also I suspect that some of it was absorbed into the cushions next to the table. Still, I expect a far better result next time, subject.” Tsu sighed and nodded. “I'll do my best. So, is Dee safe to go now?” “Of course not,” Kay nearly snapped. “It doesn't matter if the system is measuring someone else first, she is to hold it in until her body fails her.” Dee moaned again and leaned in on Emma's shoulder, biting into the fabric of her kimono. Emma frowned and awkwardly patted Dee's back, just trying to do what she could to comfort her. It seemed hopeless though, Dee was on the very edge of a complete breakdown. She shook and heaved, moaning and gasping with every slight motion. Emma reached up and held Dee's head between her hands, pulling her in for a kiss in an attempt to distract her from the volcano of pee boiling inside of her. Dee reciprocated despite her absolute desperation, and the two of them just held each other and made out for a number of minutes while Tsu just stood nearby, looking on in envy. She knew that it was a sort of trance that they were in, that any interruption might dislodge whatever hold Dee had left. Still, Dee's recalcitrance against her bladder would soon reach the very edge of its limit. And that moment came just two minutes later. Emma heard Dee's breath catch as they kissed, and with her leg she actually felt the exact moment that Dee's muscles gave out completely. The blonde woman collapsed on top of Emma, her body going totally limp as an absolute tsunami of pee exploded out of her, instantly saturating Emma's leg and splattering up against the walls of the tight hallway. A thought occurred to Emma as she saw the pee start soaking into the hem of Dee's kimono. “Oh shit, we have to get the fabric out of here!” Emma shouted. “Tsu, help me!” Tsu caught on quickly, and she ran through Dee's rapidly expanding puddle and started tearing the kimono off of her while Emma pulled her own up to her chest and stuffed it into her large belt. “What...are you...doing,” Dee panted as she fell free of the kimono, now dressed only in her striped panties and masquerade mask. “We're not supposed...” her sentence was interrupted by an involuntary moan of relief. “Not supposed to remove our outfits unless we're in the bathroom...” “Not this time,” Emma said softly, still embracing Dee as she continued to flood the hallway with a torrent that made a fire hose look like a squirt gun. “Kay said to use any means necessary to make sure you passed two liters. If pee got soaked up into the kimonos, it wouldn't be measured properly. This is fine.” Dee nodded and nuzzled her face in Emma's hair. “Thank you for helping me get this far,” Dee whispered. “I just hope it was enough.” Emma hugged Dee tighter with her right arm, letting her left wander between Dee's legs. She slid her finger into the crotch of Dee's panties and pulled them aside, letting the stream flow completely unobstructed. The pressure was incredible. “I have no idea how you can wee so hard,” Emma muttered. “I saw your pee hole up close this morning, it's just a tiny opening...” Dee giggled like a little girl and spread her legs wider so Emma could see properly. “I don't know either. I guess when there's enough pressure, it just kinda opens up.” The way Dee was sitting, her pee was splattering all over Emma's legs and lower torso. She loved it though; it was really warm and comforting. Dee showed no sign of slowing down, and time continued passing. Emma was becoming concerned that the three minutes would pass before Dee could even finish. However, all good things must come to an end, and soon enough the great river slowed to a small brook, and after another twenty seconds, Dee finally ran dry. With no clothes on to absorb anything, Dee fell back into her puddle, completely spent, completely exhausted, and completely relieved. Emma took the opportunity to slide Dee's panties off and wring them tightly into the rest of the puddle. She then put them around her neck did the same to her own pair. “Every milliliter helps,” she stated. Time seemed to move at a standstill as they waited for the results, their anxiety growing with every passing second. After what felt like an age, the absurd quantity of liquid finally began vanishing into the floor. Still they waited and waited, until finally... “TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHT MILLILITERS!” Kay roared, the absolute delight in her voice clear to all. The three women shrieked, Emma and Dee jumping to their feet, Dee's fatigue completely forgotten. They hugged each other and bounced up and down like a bunch of overexcited teenagers, reveling in Dee's complete victory. “Listen, listen, LISTEN,” Kay's voice shouted from the loudspeakers over the trio's wild celebration. The girls fell quiet and looked to the nearest camera, although they continued shaking with excitement. “The game is suspended for the rest of the night to celebrate Dee's accomplishment. Please, return to the Japanese scene and finish enjoying your dinner. The three of you may spend the rest of the evening together as you wish, but when it is time for Emma to sleep, I must ask that Dee and Tsu return to their own sections of the complex. Tomorrow's task is for Emma alone.” Emma gulped. “One more thing, and this is a rather unusual occurrence here, but Emma...I ask that you relieve yourself tonight, even if you are not desperate. If you go to sleep on a full bladder, you will have absolutely no chance of completing tomorrow's challenge, and we don't want that. So for now, enjoy the night. I am so impressed with you, Dee. We must speak personally some time soon.” Dee smiled wide and nodded. “Yes, Professor.” “Good. Well, I suppose I'll get out of your hair now. I will speak to you in the morning, Emma. Good night, Subjects.” Kay's mic cut out, and Dee turned towards the door to the Japanese scene. “Come on, Tsu, I'm still really fuckin' hungry.”
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  4. hey

    When she said she sent the message early she may have been referring to something she sent me earlier that I completely ignored. If anyone's curious: " Not to go on your post when locking the thread aside from it being full of over exaggerations (i don't think calmly pointing something out is screaming about it) or saying to "be nice and step out of my bubble" when talking about grown men discussing lowering the age of consent under the guise of them just wanting teens to be able to fuck eachother. I've been on this site since it started and though I enjoy some content it's always been a refuge for videos terrible behavior. The fact that you even have a section where people and go "heres a time i peed my pants when i was 10" and then have people responding with OOOOOO hot " So yeah. She just seems extremely and unreasonably salty that I closed a thread before it became volatile. This of course means that stalking and subtly threatening the site and its staff is okay. Somehow? I don't understand some people.
    4 points
  5. hey

    Hi omoroxy, I'm not sure what you attempted to accomplish with these baseless threats, as despite allegedly being an active member here for years, you have only made 2 posts. It always baffles me how people like you can make threads complaining that we don't do enough when you're too lazy to bother raising your concerns with us beforehand or ever bother actively reporting the things that concern you. Essentially, I have no idea what you are talking about, and you have provided no examples whatsoever of anyone posing a risk to minors. Our staff are highly proactive in taking action against members which knowingly distribute underage content here, and we are very proactive in taking action against members that we believe are trying to solicit minors on this site. I, personally, have notified authorities in the past over a member that tried to do just this, and continue proactively sending reports to the ISP's of creeps that register for this site and try to bypass their bans. Nonetheless, we are not omnipotent, we can't catch everything as soon as it happens and we rely on our member base to report suspicious content as soon as they see it. This site receives an average of around 300,000 unique visitors every month, and for the longest time, has been staffed by me alone. We now have an active moderating team that has worked extraordinarily hard to help deal with the growing moderation overhead, and they have been doing an excellent job thus far. If you have specific concerns over a member, thread, or anything else, you have always been free to contact us. Instead of doing that, you evidently decided to post a random thread saying you have been stalking our members, which is not something that is at all warranted or acceptable in general. Should you continue trying to solicit personal information from our members and/or sending baseless threats like this, I will personally be contacting your Internet Service Provider myself and inform them that you have been stalking and verbally threatening our members. Furthermore, although your account is indeed being closed today for your abusive behavior, you are still welcome to forward any of your concerns to us via e-mail at [email protected], and we will still have them rightly investigated. Thank you.
    4 points
  6. Acted, but based on true stories about people partying. This girl is going outside too pee, when her crush is coming out she suddenly stands up while peeing (ends up wetting her pants). He thinks she squirted, but of course she didn't... https://tv.nrk.no/serie/paaxfylla/MYNT19000817/sesong-1/episode-8
    3 points
  7. Still getting into the whole writing thing so any feedback is welcomed. This is kinda short but I'll most likely continue it at some point. Rachel works as a receptionist for a company in the next city over. She is a 23 year old brunette with slightly above average looks. Her outfit consisted of a white blouse, black heels, and a gray skirt. The only jewelry she wore was a silver watch she'd gotten as a gift years ago. Rachel is currently on a train heading home from work. There was only one problem, she had to pee. It had been a late night at work for Rachel and she hadn't gotten a chance to use the bathroom all day. Normally this wouldn't be a problem with her huge bladder, but staying late meant she had to hurry to the train station without a bathroom break. It was a five minute walk to the station from where she worked but the train was leaving in four. She had to run as fast as she could with her full bladder to make it in time. Along the way she lost a few drops but managed to hold on for the most part. When she go to the station the train hadn't arrived yet. She had to find somewhere to pee, she was never going to last the whole ride back to her house. The bathrooms at the station were locked to prevent homeless from sleeping in them. Even if they were unlocked she might miss the train by going inside. She hastily looked around trying to find a solution but a fountain in the middle of the station kept distracting her. The sound of water was making her bladder muscles even weaker. If only she could let out just a little to take the edge off, but where would she go. She kept looking and eventually her eyes landed on the fountain again. Maybe she could use the water to her advantage. Walking over she removed her panties and adjusted her skirt. She decided that sitting on it like a toilet would be the best option. This way she wouldn't make a mess. Rachel was just about to relax but she hesitated. Could she really pee like this? She realized she didn't have a choice if she wanted to stay dry. Now was the perfect time for her to go. No one else was around and there wouldn't be any evidence. Relaxing she let out a big squirt. The loud splashing noise made her stop almost immediately. Overcoming the shock she let go again, prepared this time. A longer squirt lasting almost 5 seconds this time hit the water below. She was about to let out even more but the train had arrived. Hurrying to get on she regained some control over her bladder. This wouldn't last for long though. She hadn't released nearly enough into the fountain. Boarding the train she figured she'd just have to hold it. Rachel was lucky and got the whole carriage to herself. She could hold herself without worrying about anyone else seeing. Her bladder felt even more full than before. It felt like a water balloon ready to pop. Waves of desperation were hitting her as the ride continued. Over the next 5 minutes, the waves kept coming. Each one was worse than the last getting closer and closer to release. Rachel was barely holding on at this point when an especially big wave hit her. Her urethra relaxed and let out a little pee. Only a few drops managed to escape before she stopped the flow but they had felt like heaven. Her damp panties were making holding it even harder and there was still over 30 minutes left until the train arrived at her stop. She'd never be able to hold on that long. A couple minutes later another wave hit her. She couldn't stop it in time and let out a small squirt lasting a few seconds. It was enough to completely soak her panties and leave a small mark on her skirt. She had to do something and fast or she would completely wet herself. Maybe she could let out just a little more like before. Just enough to hold on again of course. She glanced around again to make sure she was still alone and only saw empty seats. It was an old train without cameras so she didn't have to worry about anyone seeing. Removing her panties Rachel walked to seats a few rows behind her. She pulled up her skirt and leaned forward slightly so the stream would hit the back of the seat. It was harder to get started without the water noises but eventually, she got going. The relief was orgasmic as the loud hissing noise filled the cabin. After peeing full force for 5 seconds she cut off the stream groaning. She didn't want to stop but the seat was already soaked. It seemed the cheap fabric wasn't very good at absorbing anything. There wasn't anywhere else she could pee so she simply moved to a new seat. She repeated this 3 more times until she had finally regained control of her bladder. It was much easier to hold now since the edge was taken off. Hopefully, it would be enough for Rachel to make it home in time...
    2 points
  8. Version 1.0.0

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    I've been searching for these JAV for about a year now. A major annual fireworks festival, where one lovely young lady after another waits desperately in line for the bathrooms before deciding she can't hold it and lifts her colorful yukata to relieve herself on the ground instead. Mediocre quality since I found them on a streaming site and so blatantly staged that it's occasionally a bit difficult to ignore, but the premise is nice.
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  9. Yesterday I woke up with my bladder feeling about half-full, nothing urgent but I could feel a small amount of pressure. I was feeling rather aroused at the time and decided that it would be fun to do a hold. I still live at home and knew that my mom and my brother would be out of the house in about an hour and a half to two hours, so I figured I would start right away because it usually takes a while. I got up, went into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water to take back to my room. I spent the next half an hour drinking them, not overdoing it but taking my time. I finished all of the water besides half of the second one and laid back down. I spent the next half an hour or so on my phone, playing games and scrolling through Facebook and felt a small twinges in my bladder. I rubbed my hand against it and could feel it bulging, but I still didn't really feel the urge. I went back to my games and about ten minutes later, sat up to finish my water. Siting up was a little harder I realized, as it pushed on my bladder and made me need to squirm for a second or two. As soon as I got back in bed, the wave of pressure went away and I knew I'd be alright until everyone left. I still had about an hour left to wait and was only at about a 4/10, so I wasn't too worried. The next forty minutes were spent doing the same thing I was doing before, just laying in bed distracting myself with social media and watching TV. I could feel my bladder filling and occasionally would hold my hand between my legs or squirm a bit to fight off the urge, which would work for another five minutes or so until another one hit. One of my family members had left, and the other was due to leave in about twenty, and at the time I figured I'd still be holding for quite a while after they left. All of a sudden I heard the dogs barking and got up to go see what was the matter (just the wind, of course), and when I stood up I felt the pressure intensify times ten. I stood still, bouncing up and down a few seconds, trying to will away the urge until it was time. I have a really hard time letting go accidentally but still was nervous about being caught, so before leaving my room I opened a maxi-pad and put it in my underwear just for a little backup protection, then throwing on a pair of thicker pair of yoga pants on top. Knowing I could leak a little without getting caught seemed to make the need worse, and I had to stand there and dance around a little more before I left my room. As I walked down the hallway, my bladder felt overly-heavy and I felt as though I couldn't stand up straight as I walked. The dogs were now under control and I stood in the kitchen, hearing my family member enter the bathroom. At that point I knew I'd have to continue holding now way, and was starting to get worried at how quickly the pressure was building. With about fifteen minutes left, I decided to take a risk and have another half of a glass of water, light a cigarette and stand in the kitchen until I could finally let go. Over the next ten minutes, my need shot up to a 9 out of 10, my bladder was spasming and I felt like I was on the verge of leaking any second. I knew I had to wait and could barely contain the pressure, so I decided to try to let just a little bit out into the maxi pad so I could hold on just a little longer. I spread my legs and released the hold on my bladder for just a moment and immediately started peeing. I was somehow able to stop it after about three seconds, but at this point I was frantic. Still alone in the kitchen, I danced from foot to foot with my hand between my legs, unsure if I could even make it to the bathroom when I was alone. I tried standing still and crossing my legs, pushing my hand into my crotch as hard as I could, but my frantic potty dance seemed to be the only way to keep it in. I finally heard steps emerging from the bathroom and knew that I couldn't show my desperation in front of anyone, so I quickly tried to make myself stand still. My mother entered the kitchen to grab her lunch and leave for work as I stood there as still as possible, feeling the pee right on the edge of escaping. It took all of the strength in my body to hold back and even with my muscles clenched, I felt a small leak escape and then another one a few seconds afterwards. I was absolutely panicking inside, sure I was about to accidentally let go right there. It was one of the first times I've ever gotten so desperate that I've leaked involuntarily, and had no idea what to expect. As she said goodbye and shut the door, I immediately put both hands between my legs and danced in place, knowing I still had to get back to the bathroom to avoid an accident. I planned on releasing in the shower after taking my clothes off, as it's hard to hide the evidence when you live with other people. My breathing was shallow and I felt like I couldn't move, but still had to walk a little ways down the hallway, get my pants off and hop in the shower. I slowly started walking, slightly bent over at the waist and my bladder pulsing harder every second. I made it about half way back the hallway before I felt another leak, immediately followed by two more small ones. The pad was soaked at this point and I felt tears in my eyes at the thought of not wanting to pee my pants. I couldn't think straight at this point and stopped, trying to squirm and dance to keep it under control. Despite my attempts, i felt a few dribbles escape every three or four seconds and knew I had to have a wet spot on my pants by now. I was running out of time and at my absolute limit as I forced myself to walk into the bathroom, my bladder forcing out little squirts of pee with every other step. I sighed with relief as I finally entered the bathroom and quickly shut the door. The thought of being in the bathroom and seeing the toilet right in front of me seemed to set my bladder off further and I can't explain in words how frantically i was squirming and dancing, trying to figure out how to get my pants off. I removed one of my hands from my crotch to start pulling them down and felt a huge gush escape my bladder, making an obvious wet spot on the sides of my thighs. A few seconds later another huge gush lasting three to four seconds and at this point, even though I was finally in the bathroom and ready, I was actually peeing my pants. I clenched my muscles as hard as I could, but could only stop the flow for about two seconds before it would start again. The shower was right across the bathroom but I literally couldn't take another step, still trying to stop myself from peeing. My legs felt grounded to the floor and my body tensed up as long spurts kept forcing their way out. Finally after my last attempt to clench my muscles it happened, the small spurt turned into a thick stream and I began peeing full force where I stood, nothing could stop it. I knew there was nothing I could do and relaxed as the pee gushed out of me fast enough that I could actually hear the sound of the stream, soaking my pants and the floor. I peed for about probably a little over a minute until my bladder was empty and I realized what had happened. I managed to clean everything up and go undetected, but it was the closest call and the first genuine accident I had in my pants after years of doing holds.
    2 points
  10. I came across a few videos on tumblr by this girl and I enjoy all of them. I love how she fights to keep control even though she is leaking and slowly losing it. Anyone know who she is?? These were random links so unfortunately no name. (Her boobs are visible quite a lot so if you consider boobs nudity there is some of that and there are a few quick pussy flashes but nothing too major) Tried so hard not to flood.mp4 Accident (1).mp4 Flooded.mp4 Couldn't hold it.mp4 Trying to Hold It.mp4 Desperate Accident.mp4
    2 points
  11. hi, there is another bladder bulging video. OHOJHI-73 Could you please download it. https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/106751
    2 points
  12. I have never had such a daring (and I daresay- liberating!) wetting in my life. While driving home to Pennsylvania from North Carolina, I thought with dismay how I took very few pictures of the mountains while traveling. I pondered this- among other things- as I drank my morning coffee. Once I was nearly out of NC (but only about an hour into my drive) I started feeling distress signals from my bladder. I really didn't feel like stopping, but knew that the coffee would exponentially increase my desperation. About 20 min later I reached the Tennessee border with a somewhat alarmed bladder. As luck would have it, I noticed an exit for a 'scenic overlook' where (mostly) tourists go to take pictures of the mountain scenery. I thought: "Perfect! I'll pee, then take some lovely photos while I'm there". The overlook was empty (seeing as it was a Wednesday morning) but once I got out of my car I saw this sign: My heart sank as I thought about prolonging my pee, as well as missing the opportunity to capture the bucolic mountain sides. With a brazen bout of confidence- seeing as I was the only one there- I decided to relish the sunshine and strong breeze by completely soaking my pants to my feet. I managed to not only wet the front to the completely (ankles not pictured) But the back of my pants (I think for the first time ever) were saturated!!! This was achieved by chance, with the help of boxer briefs and fortuitous positioning. I felt completely free! Feeling the warm sun and stiff breeze interacting with the warm wetness on my legs, I actually dared to stroll around the overlook and take pictures- truly high on the experience of being surrounded by only mountains (well, and the mostly out-of-sight highway) in my freshly soaked pants. I took off my filled converse (not pictured) and snapped these photos, after taking some mountain scenes and walked back to my car. I opened my driver 's side door and reached for some clothes that I had worn during my trip, now in the passenger's seat, when I snapped back to reality; a blue jeep with a young couple had pulled onto the exit and was pulling into a parking space 3 own from me! Unless they willfully averted their gaze, they most certainly saw my wet pants from behind, as I was reaching into my passenger's seat through the driver's side. I turned and reflexively waved (I think, sub-consciously, so as to not appear suspicious). I was holding my red long-sleeved shirt in my hands, which helped partially cover my front as they exited their vehicle and I scurried to the back of my car to grab a change of clothes out of my bag. They were absolutely silent as they walked away from the parking spaces and made their way to the overlook. As for me, I cleaned myself with a towel that I had in my bag and made a quick change in my driver's seat, before hightailing it onto the highway. Check out the overlook! And me standing on one of the benches
    2 points
  13. Wetting my jeans on the toilet. :-) 480_600_sOHYVXSsFKG.mp4
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  14. Want to skip to the juicy part? I don’t blame you if you don’t fancy listening to my moral dilemmas- things start to happen just after the first *. This is my account of multiple wettings, every one is preceded by a set of asterisks. Enjoy! It’s been a very long time since I wrote anything on this forum. My life’s been very busy of late and quite honestly I’ve felt fulfilled to a point where I haven’t needed to turn to this site for help or acceptance. But fuelled by a crazy experience this weekend, I turn to you with the question I’ve been asking myself. It seems like forever ago that I moved to the UK. It was when I was first here that, for a short week, I got to know a girl who made me question a lot about myself. I told her things I’d never spoken face to face with anybody about. I felt so comfortable doing so because I knew we would not know each other past that week, and what ever judgments she formed would be insignificant once we parted ways. In the context of friendship, I talked to her about my fetish and she shared some of her own sexual experiments. Despite taking it to the next level and not just talking about these things, we said our goodbyes at the end of the week and hadn’t spoken since. I’ve always been wary of what happened between us. The one big thing that she taught me was the uneasy realisation that against the social norm, boys weren’t really on my sexual radar. This isn’t the sort of realisation that happens overnight. For as much time as possible I’ve set it in the back of my mind and tried not to think of it. I hate the thought of having to come out to people, the idea that some of my longest known friends might think down on me. And so my way of avoiding it was to force myself to develop a false asexuality. Any experience I’ve had since seeing Hannah has been alone, in my room, in the woods, under that lovely tree on the bridal path. Alone. And I was happy that way. No pressure. No ‘coming out’. No judgements. About six weeks ago I received an email from Hannah. It was the first contact we’ve had since meeting just under a year and a half ago. We were bot 18 at the time. Talking to her again online wasn’t quite enough, so we met up for lunch. Over the following weeks, despite the long journeys, we’ve met to spend time together as friends. She’s a very bright girl; self assured and respectably ignorant to the pressures society places on young women. It’s never easy for one to explain why a friendship works, all I can say is that despite not knowing each other for very long at all, she is my very best friend. I never want to change our friendship. I worry how selfish this may be, but right now I just can’t hack the hassle of telling my family I have a girlfriend. Nor do I want the extra pressure a relationship bring our true friendship to a close. My biggest question, which I hope you can answer, is will it ever work if we’re ‘friends with benefits’. Can that even exist between two girls? Is that something you’ve ever experienced? This is all sparked by the very surreal experiences of last weekend. Hannah’s parents (who she lives with in London) were going away to celebrate their anniversary. Alongside their home in the capital they also own a small place in the South of France, and so that Hannah didn’t feel left out whilst they were away, her parents had given her the keys to their holiday home. I was thrilled when Hannah invited me on a long weekend away with her. We flew out and arrived around midday on Friday. The weather was warmer than home, but it was a little overcast and drizzly. Despite this we took a long walk through the beautiful countryside, and settled in to the villa after having a meal in a local restaurant. It was all very exciting, the villa had three bedrooms: the master with it’s en-suit, a smaller room with a single bed, and a third room we never went in. I agreed that it would be nice to sleep in the double with Hannah, and so late Friday evening we settled down together. We’ve shared each other’s beds a few times recently, it’s fully excepted and not at all awkward between us. We were friends on a sleep-over. But there was one elephant in the room. The first time we’d met we’d shared a life changing sexual bedwetting experience. This was something neither of us had mentioned since getting back in touch. Now, away in a foreign country on what could have been perceived as a ‘romantic’ weekend, the elephant in the room was growing bigger. Just after slipping on some short pyjamas, I got up and began to head for the washroom. I hadn’t peed since being on the plane. “Charlie,” came Hannah’s voice from behind me. I turned to face her, my hand on the door handle. “I… um…” despite faltering, her speech was still very confident. “Come and sit down for a minute,” she gestured to the bed. I did as I was told. “I wanted to say on earlier, I still think about what happened in the hotel. It stays with me- what we did,” she looked into her lap and smiled, a little glint of pride in her eye. “When I got home I googled it,” my heart leapt into my mouth as she continued. Was she about to say she’d found this forum? Had she read what I’d written about her? I felt my cheeks flaring up. “I found a Yahoo Answers page…” My heart slowed again, but I was still anxious. Part of me had been desperate for this conversation to happen. “…it was a girl asking a question in which she wrote a story about a very naughty thing she’d done,” I listened intensely as she continued, a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eye. “She’d said how one week when her parents were away, she banned herself from using the loo. She slept in their bed, and rather than weeing in the toilet, every time she needed to go she went back into her own bedroom and peed on her bed, then went back to her parents to sleep.” I was astonished. I didn’t know what to say. There was a warm fuzzy feeling in me. Hannah explained the rest of what this one girl had done, and said how she was turned on by the story. She’d read the answers which gave her a little more information about the fetish but ultimately, she explained, the story had done one thing. “It made me want to try it- really badly want to,” Hannah told me. There was a long pause. I was very aware that my lip was twitching as I tried to figure out what I would say. * “Are you… well do you want to…” I stammered, perched on the edge of the bed “is that why we’re…” “Well now’s as good a time as any,” she said, confidently cocking her head to one side, her big pleading eyes absorbing me. “So…” once again I tried to find the words, “Well I kinda need to go now…” I was beginning to get really excited. “So go to the guest room,” she grinned ear to ear, “While you were out on the phone earlier I put a mattress cover on the bed in there. Enjoy it, and come back to this bed when you’re done.” Once again she gestured to my spot in the bed. “So from now on,” she continued, “…all the time we’re here and if it’s just a wee-wee you need: the toilet is out of bounds. Would you like that?” I was overwhelmed. Unable to form words, I simply nodded. “Go on then.” She winked at me, tucked her long hair behind one eye and rolled over in bed. I stood, my legs felt weak, my knees slightly shaky. Then, trying to keep my cool, I walked out and made my way through the unfamiliar rooms to the guest room. I didn’t feel the need to shut the door behind me, instead I stood in the dark room looking down at the single bed in front of me. It was lit only by the moonlight through the open curtains. Hannah had taken off the duvet and pillows, leaving only a crisp dry sheet over the waterproof cover. She’d put two large towels down on the floor in front of the bed. None of it felt real. My heart fluttered in my chest, my breathing quivering. I couldn’t work out what to do with myself. After a moment to figure out a few practicalities, I decided to treat it as if I was just sitting on the loo. I pulled my short PJ bottoms down to my shaking knees, then sat my nervous bottom on the edge of the dry bed. I was still wearing my pale coloured panties. It took a few deep breaths to calm my body. Inside my panties I felt warm and fuzzy. I closed my eyes. Took another deep breath. Relaxed. My pee hole filled. Then, breaking the silence with a gentle hissing, I began to wet the bed. The warm yellow liquid filled my panties. A tingle shot up my spine. The hissing grew louder, my bottom wetter. I was throbbing, excitement rushing through me. My hands were trembling as more and more warm pee gushed straight through the panties, puddling around my bottom and warming my lap. It felt amazing. Very wrong, very dirty, even more naughty. But extremely good. Eventually I finished. The hissing faded away and the final dribble came to a close. I smiled to myself, and as I stood drips of my pee trickled out of my panties and tickled as they ran down my legs. I took off my pants, leaving them wet with my pee-pee in the puddle I’d made on the bed. Then, trying to calm myself back down, I pulled my shorts up over my naked wet bottom, and headed back to bed. “Goodnight,” was the only thing Hannah said as I climbed in. I tried to work out when she last went to the loo, and wondered if she’d be visiting the other room anytime soon. It was my final thought before I drifted asleep. ** Saturday morning came quickly, a sign I had slept very deeply that night. Hannah was already outside, taking a phone call. I could hear the kettle coming to a boil in the kitchen and got up to poor some coffees. On my way past the other bedroom, I stopped to look in. It smelled pretty strong. Hannah had been in there since I’d wet last night. She’d left a sizeable puddle to the left of where I’d sat. It had stained the sheet yellow and you could see where, unable to absorb further than the mattress cover, it had run off the edge of the bed and splashed over the towel on the floor. It was an odd shaped stain on the sheet. I couldn’t quite work out what position she must have been in. One of the towels that was spread neatly on the floor was now scrunched in one corner- she’d obviously used it to wipe herself down after finishing. I also noticed a packet of wet wipes had been put on the bedside table. Looking at it all, I felt butterflies doing a little excited dance in my tummy, and stepped forward for my morning pee. I gently ran my fingertips through the wet patch Hannah had left. It wasn’t completely cold: she must have done it just before heading outside. With the window slightly open so I could hear the birds outside, I knelt on the bed. The pyjama shorts I was wearing were quite short, and with a little reposition of the fabric I managed to expose myself so that I could pee down one leg. It was unlike any wetting position I’d tried before. The thick, morning stream of pee shot down my thigh. I gripped the tightly scrunched soft fabric of the PJs, trying my best to keep the spray away from them. The rich pee pooled under my knees, the warmth tingling as I emptied my bladder’s straight onto the bed. It felt undeniably good. But the kettle had boiled, and so I denied myself further pleasures and wiped down. After both taking showers, we spent most of the day out. Hannah wanted to show me some of the places she’d visited on family holidays to the villa. Other than a very brief discussion over breakfast, we didn’t really talk about the bed that was sitting dripping with our pee back at the villa. She’d mentioned early in the day that she wanted to keep the window open and the door shut (to keep the smell from becoming an issue), but added that she felt turned on every time she stepped in there. On the whole, we acted entirely as friends with the occasional giggly immature conversation anytime something sexual popped up. I’m sure anyone around us found us highly irritating. But that didn’t bother me. *** Back at the villa in the evening, I was the first to yet again head for the single bedroom. As I swung open the door a familiar fuzzy joy hit me. But this time there was added reason. Hannah was following me in. My heart was beginning to race again, and my breath grew short. We were both still fully clothed in tight fitting jeans. With the window open, the room was a little on the chilly side. The sheet was still very wet from the morning. I turned to smile a Hannah as she shut the door behind her. I think it was obvious I was nervous. Timidly, I pulled down my jeans and sat in my panties on the edge of the cold, wet bed. “Awwww, you’ve been sitting down!” Hannah said in a sweet voice. I went to stand, not sure if I was doing the right thing. “No,” she said, stopping me, “It’s cute. Stay there.” I did as I was told and she turned to sit next to me, our legs not quite touching. She hadn’t lowered her jeans, and looked into her lap, fidgeting with her hands. Unsure of where to look, so did I. There was an awkward silence. I was too on-edge to pee, but never the less tried to encourage encourage myself to go. The silence was broken by a muffled hiss coming from Hannah’s lap. My excitement grew. I looked out the corner of my eye to see a long dark wet patch shooting along the inside of her jeans. I heard her breath a sigh of relief as the stream started, and couldn’t take my eyes off of the big black stain filling her thighs. Around her bottom, the cold wet sheet became the base for a shallow glistening puddle of her wee. She’d finished before I’d managed to start. I sat in awe, unable to peal my eyes of her little bottom as she stood. The moment she was off the mattress, the depression around my cheeks became the new home for the puddle of her wee. It swamped around me, the warmth a stark contrast to my shivering bottom previously dampened by the old, cold pee. She stood with her back to me, my eyes still fixed on the glistening wet patch. It was the shape of a heart, formed up around her two cute pert buttocks and sweeping down the back of her legs. She pulled off the wet jeans and, leaving them in a heap on the floor, wiped herself down and left the room. I watched her naked legs disappearing round the corner, my mind a haze. Inside my panties I was getting puffy and sticky. I closed my eyes and peed. By the time I was back in the bedroom she was already under the covers. We smiled at each other as I climbed into bed. I drifted to sleep that night thinking of the first of Hannah’s wee-wees I’d seen. Her surprise at the fact I’d sat down to pee gave me the impression she’d been standing up to go. That might, I thought, further explain her reasoning for putting towels down. **** Sunday morning came and once again I woke to an empty bed. Hannah was up, I presumed in the kitchen, so I got up to join her. As I headed for the sound of the boiling kettle, I walked past the other bedroom. The door was open, and standing boldly upon the towel, her petit figure leaning slightly over the bed, was Hannah. She had her pyjama pants down round her ankles, her legs slightly apart and both hands contorting her crotch so that her wee was directed right onto the bed sheet. Her naked bottom was silhouetted by the window opposite her, the thick stream backlit brightly by the rising sun. Her stream was making the most amazing thundering sound as it hammered down over the already wet sheet. Because of the amazing backlighting, I could see every droplet of the spray as her hot morning wee doused the bed. Reluctantly I walked on, not wanting to give the wrong message if she turned round and saw me staring, my jaw practically on the floor. We spent the majority of Sunday in the villa. We had to leave for the airport late Monday morning, time to exploit the pee-pee bed was passing quickly. Every time I'd peed on that bed I'd gotten more and more horny. I was consciously trying not to think about, just because every time I did I was desperate to play with myself. Both me and Hannah visited it on a couple of separate occasions as the day passed. I was sure I was not the only horny one, and it was hard to ignore how strong the sexual tension was beginning to grow. Just friends, I had to remind myself. When it came to bedtime I tried standing to pee, just like I'd seen Hannah doing. That turned out to be really fun and I went to sleep that night quite unbelieving of the whole bizarre situation these last few days had seen me in. ***** I woke sometime in the small hours of the morning after dreaming about the pee soaked bed in the next room. My immediate thought was 'Oh goodness! Have I wet this bed?', not that I thought Hannah would have minded. I hadn’t. But as I lay there awake, next to Hannah peacefully sleeping, I found it impossible to distract myself from the incredible desire to play. Quietly, I slipped out of bed. I was horny, desperate to touch myself. So much so that as I sneaked off to the other bedroom I couldn't help but slip a hand down my PJ shorts for a quick teasing play. I got into the other room and climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged in my PJs in the very middle of the mattress. The sheet was wet with cold pee. I was feeling really turned on. Inside my panties I throbbed. Looking up for a moment I realised I'd left the door open, but just before I got up to shut it Hannah drifted quietly round the corner. My heart raced. Her long dark hair cast a soft shadow down one side of her face as her silky pyjamas shimmered in the moonlight. She smiled at me and giggled cheekily as she stepped up onto the bed. My hands began to shake, my tummy filled with nerves. I sat tight as she dropped down close behind me. She stretched her legs out round me and brought her arms across my front. Her body was warm as it pressed into my back, her arms firmly embracing me. I felt an incredible sense of security, combined with an overwhelming sense of calm. My racing heart slowed once again, and I found myself resting quite contented in her arms. A while past. Still firmly embracing me, Hannah's arms begun to drift. One arm wrapped around my chest and the other slipped further down. Oddly, I could not have been more relaxed. As her gentle fingertips dragged sensitively into my pants, a small, warm dribble filled my soft cotton underwear. "Go on," Hannah whispered tenderly and slowly as she caressed my pussy, "let it all out." I had no control. Pee flowed in a thin stream into my panties. As it did, the warm fuzzy feeling was taking over my crotch. My heart was picking up again, pumping faster and seeming to miss beats. I tried to keep my breathing calm, but I just wanted to gasp. Then it happened, Hannah let her bladder go. Hot wee splashed against my bottom, soaking my shorts and the back of top. All of a sudden both our bottoms were engulfed in the hot yellow puddle. I couldn't hold back anymore and pushed both my hands into my pants. Hard pleasure shot up my spine as I furiously rubbed. The bed flooded with Hannah's torrent of hot wee. In full flow she began rubbing herself up against me. With her body pressed so tightly against mine, I could feel her racing pulse and her fast warm pants against my neck. Both her hands pushed into my pants where her pee soaked palms wrapped around my knuckles. Her fingers were nimble and knew exactly where to go. Waves of pleasure engulfed my body as harder and harder she rubbed up against me. Her grip on my hands was strong. I breathed faster and deeper, trying but failing to hold back. The pleasure was getting just too great. Every sense was exploding: flashes of bright colours seemed to punctuate each and every time she slipped her fingertips in and out of me. I could feel it coming on, my thighs were trembling. I gasped for air as unbearable pleasure took over. I pulled her hands away and immediately a gush of hot cum filled my panties. splashing both of our hands, it was enough to send Hannah over the edge. To the crescendo of her moans I furiously rubbed myself, once more allowing hot sticky cum to squirt into my pyjamas. We both lay back on the wet bed, exhausted. We talked, and after a little while took a shower together. Together we cleaned the room and set a wash-load on with all the pee stained fabrics from the past few days. After a long lay in it was time to pack for the journey to the airport. Hannah was still very adamant that the washroom was to remain unused, and so it was that my final pee on French soil was quite literally that- squatting and watering the grass outside with Hannah. We spoke a lot about what we did, and together we agree that we are indeed friends with benefits. Yesterday we spoke on the phone to arrange a shopping trip next week.
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  15. I just wanted to pop on here and say thank you. My art gets posted all over the net and very rarely does it actually link back to me or even mention me at all. I super suck at putting watermarks on my art cause I always feels it wrecks thing or I get so excited that the art is done that o forget. So it's often not possible for folk to find the original source. So I just wanted to say thanks for actually crediting me. It's quite rare to see. ....oh and I'm glad you like my comic.
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  17. I'm looking for videos where a girl wears a diaper under normal clothes (preferably pants but skirts are ok too) and uses the diaper (peeing, pooping or both). In public would be a bonus, but I'll enjoy any. Anyone have any?
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    Anyone remember this game from years ago? Pretty hard, wasn't it? You had to reach at least 60 points by pressing the arrow key that matches the one on-screen, but if you pressed the wrong button you would lose three points. Also, to get the best result you needed to score at least 70. And did I mention you have a measly 32 seconds to do it in? ...well, ok, so it wasn't so much HARD as it was TEDIOUS and ANNOYING. In any case, I worked some special Zapdos magic on it and now hitting the correct arrow scores you not one, but A WHOLE FIFTEEN POINTS WHAT I also included a second version that does away with the desk in front of the girl (usually it slowly disappears anyway but in this version it's not even there to begin with). Have fun you filthy cheaters
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  19. Hi everyone! It is me, KozmoFox :) and this is the result of the fourth Kozmo-Lotto! (I know I tagged them near the bottom, but special thanks to @JustCallum, @Pache, and @Rainyday for making this happen and helping me through it all. Best support team.) This is something a lot have you have been waiting for, and for certain people you might have been waiting even longer than that. This...I honestly don't think this lotto will ever be topped by anything I ever do again. For starters, a reminder to everyone what this Kozmo-Lotto request was. The winner, Rainyday, put a lot of thought into it, so its taken awhile. But eventually it was decreed that I would go somewhere semi-public (Like most lotto's so far) and I would fill up on liquids and get really desperate. At which point, there was a total of 11 emails in my inbox, numbered 1 to 10, plus a bonus. In each email there was a challenge, and I was not allowed to peek or look in any email until it was time to do that challenge. When I opened an email, I would be allowed to open the next email 10 minutes after the previous, unless of course, the challenge inside took longer than 10 minutes, at which point I would be allowed to open the next one after the challenge was finished. I don't want to spoil too much in advance, but this was by far the most intense hold I've ever done. It was the most intense challenge I will ever do. I used to take it as a point of pride that I could get away with anything, like an omorashi ninja. Not today. Today people saw sides of me in public that I intend to likely never show again. Multiple times. I ran the omorashi gauntlet like a fuckin' champion today, and I challenge anyone to do what I just did for this site...mainly so I can read it, because I think this is going to make one HELL of an experience story. This may be my magnum opus. I'm also not going to show my face in that mall for at least like, 2 months. (Before you panic your moral radar, anything I may or may not have done, I cleaned up. I ran the gauntlet like a hero, but also like a responsible hero.) Our story begins with our dear small Kozmo pulling herself out of bed. Chatted with some friends, did some things, and then she went back to bed. Upon waking up, she got herself ready. OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: You all know damn well what I look like by now. I weigh like 100 pounds, I'm somewhere in the center between 5ft and 6ft, I'm so pale that when I walk outside this time of year I give people snow blindness. Long, dark brown almost black hair. Used to be entirely black, but I change it up! I honestly should have auditioned for the new Ring movie. I have multiple tattoos on my arms, chest, and a foot. Stud piercing in nose, and like most gals my age (21), I like my earrings. I'm lucky enough to not have any acne on the go right now, so not to brag overly much but I like to think I'm pretty pristine! At least I'm told so by people that know me, even a few on here! Sometimes I have freckles but today was not that day, I think freckles are like seasonal or something but I've never actually cared enough to think about it until now. But even when they're kinda there, makeup can make them far less obvious when I don't feel freckly. Today I had a very specific attire that I like to think of as a weird mix between moe and punk rock. It shouldn't be hard to tell what I picked, and what Rainyday picked. Grey beanie hat, low twintails in my hair, a pretty black choker around my neck, and some small snowflake earrings. Plaid miniskirt (Think Maka from Soul Eater), black knee-socks. Jean jacket, unbuttoned, Punisher T-shirt on underneath. Top that off with cute fuzzy black boots and a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Take note of that in particular for reasons you will see later. I also had a backpack with various things, such as spare clothes and the like. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP, SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THE CHALLENGES BEGIN. IF YOU DO CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP AND THINGS I DRANK AT THE MALL AND ALL THAT TOMFOOLERY JUST KEEP GOING. So I get up, I get ready, I make my way to the mall. I will note at this point that around Christmas I got a phone like a proper young adult, and on it I have IRCCloud, so I was able to keep chatting with my Omo.org friends through this whole ordeal, and they provided lots of encouragement. Rainyday was also present, so I was able to discuss challenges with them as I progressed, and eventually start to yell at them when the challenges got cruel. I am a salty person. I take my place at the food court, and start loading up. I had two large teas, but around the time I had my second tea, my friend who works at a local coffee joint brought me some Burger King! (They were on break.) So on top of two large teas, I also got a large coke with a Whopper :D. After all that I sat on my phone chatting with my crew and waited for all the liquid to process. And waited. And waited. And got impatient and pulled a mug from my backpack. This mug is essentially a mason jar with a handle attached, I got it as an extra with a case of beer once! I go to the drinking fountain and I fill up the mug to the brim, and down it. I fill it halfway, and down it again. I fill it up completely once more and start sipping away at it. By the time that's done, I'm at 2 large teas, a large coke, and 2 tall mugs and a half of water. If I wasn't feeling it before then, I was now! The pressure was building, and building fast. Eventually I stood up to fill the mug once more, and gravity hit me like a truck; I could feel each step I took to the fountain jolting into the ache of my bladder. It was not long after this that Rainyday decreed it was time to begin. As I get to each challenge in this story, I will paste the instructions I was given for complete context. I opened the first email in my inbox, and got to reading. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, THE CHALLENGES START HERE!!!! REITERATION OF THE RULES OF THE OMORASHI GAUNTLET (Or as Rainyday likes to call it, "The Alliance Challenge"): I had to be in public view and not hiding, except when the challenge dictated otherwise. I always had to be where I could be seen. This is a rule I'm not normally a fan of, but considering there was a lot of drama in the lotto thread for this particular lotto, I wanted this to be something special to make up for it. I had to bring spare change and a spare pair of underwear with me. You'll see why. If I begin to lose control, I must try to stop to the bitter end. I do not fail until I A) Give up and cave to my desperation and completely empty myself, or B) I lose control so badly that I cannot gain it back, wetting myself completely to the point I'm empty or there's nothing left in me of even remote note. If I gush out and leave a small puddle but regain control, I keep going; I'd drink enough to replace it anyway. If I skipped a challenge, I'd drink a bunch more water and have to wait more before the next challenge as punishment. And if I completed all of the challenges: "You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time." =====CHALLENGE ONE (6:01 PM) "The first challenge is a bit of a warmup. If this isn't difficult at all, then maybe you're not desperate enough, and should wait a bit more and try it again later. Go to the most populated area, and stand somewhere there for five minutes. Your hands either have to be on your phone or tablet, or behind your back, and you have to move your legs as little as possible. Also, if there's a fountain in the mall, go there to do this. Hopefully this will let you figure out if you're desperate enough to start or not." This was a good start. I needed to pee pretty badly, and this told me I was at the perfect starting point. I'd occasionally type away on my phone, or stare at the ceiling or something to try and forget my aching need. By the end of it, it was extremely hard to stay still, and I ended up rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling my skirt sway and create an air current on my bare, dry legs...These legs would be the opposite of dry well before I was done these challenges. I still had my mug of water on me, just keep this in mind. Its easy to forget I have it, so for your convenience know that when I did challenges that required, well, anything, I'd find a place to put it down (Until it was consumed, then the mug goes back in the backpack.) Nobody was taking real notice of me at this point. I sat back down, and went back to talking to my minor audience, (Which included Rainyday). I realized that I had probably drank far too much, far too fast; my bladder was filling at mach 5 and I knew I'd easily be dangerously desperate to pee by challenge 3 or 4. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to get to challenge 5, half way there, without being a leaky shaky desperate mess in the middle of the mall. I was not wrong.. I started this challenge at exactly 6:01 PM. This marks the starting point of the gauntlet. ====CHALLENGE TWO (6:11 PM) "A fashion challenge. Go into a clothes shop you like, and pick out a nice outfit, at least made of one top and bottom. Try it on in the changing room. Take a picture of yourself in your outfit if you want, you don't have to send it to anyone. After that, you can change back into your normal clothes, and be on your way. " Its a wonder what ten minutes can do to a person. At this point I was getting to the shaky kind of desperate need, I was starting to typo and my legs were beginning to jiggle. Luckily for me, this didn't take too long, as I was next to a clothing store that I'm familiar with, containing a number of articles of clothing I had been looking at during previous visits. I sped through the store, grabbing them, picking a nice very light pink top that kind of fell off the shoulders and had a cat on the front, as well as a pair of black jeans with fake rips in them. I tried them on, and the jeans were...tight. The pressure wasn't helping at all and I very nearly dribbled in them. I managed to hold on though, avoiding disaster, and after I confirmed I did in fact like how I looked in them despite my abdomen that was beginning to bulge, I changed back as fast as I could and got back out front just as my ten minute mark hit. I was beginning to sweat, the build up had been ridiculous and let me tell you, I needed to fucking PEE. I was positive I was not going to finish the run of challenges without disaster, and I was trembling as well as just kind of absentmindedly kneading at the sides of my skirt like mad. This ridiculously increased need to pee made the next challenge hell. =====CHALLENGE THREE (6:21 PM) "We're still in the area of light challenges. This challenge has two parts, you might not be able to do the first depending on what's at the mall. 1- Go into a shop, restaurant or other facility that has its own bathroom. Ask the staff if you can use it. Of course, you won't actually use it, but you'll probably want to stay in there long enough for them not to get suspicious. You can leave after that. If you're turned away, try twice more, and if you get rejected all three times, well, that's that. 2- Similar in theme, go to a shop or stand with a manned counter and buy a drink from them. Of course, you'll have to finish this as well, but you can pace it over the break and the next challenge. " This was torture at its finest. I walked into this shop, almost like an in-mall convenience store. Not going to name stores and things because I like my location anonymity. I hobble up to the counter, shaky desperate and knock-kneed, and ask this poor cashier if I can use the washroom in here. He legitimately did not seem to know what to do, it took him a solid few seconds. I assume he was going to give me directions to the malls public washrooms, but just how fucking desperate I looked (and was!) must have changed his mind, because he very stutterily allowed me into the employee bathroom. I got in there, shut the door behind me, and stared at the toilet. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't finally pee and have my relief, I had to just look at it. I almost completely lost it and pissed myself right there from the psychological torture. I cannot express how much this was killing me. I tried to at the time though! Here's an excerpt of what I was saying to Rainyday at the time: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Im staring at a toilet abd its fuxking killing me 6:25 PM WHEN CAN I LEAVE I think my statements in chat at the time speak for themselves. I had a hand buried in my crotch, bunching up my miniskirt and pressing into me, moaning and whining at myself and willing me to just please don't fucking pee yourself like this. Eventually I did leave. Rainyday was gracious enough to allow me to not buy another drink, given I was still carrying around a big mug of water. I did browse the drinks in the same shop after I thanked the cashier for his kindness to give that part of the challenge more credence though. On another note: Rainyday is literally satan. =====CHALLENGE FOUR (6:32 PM) "I thought I'd fit this in sooner rather than later, because of how long it might take. It's the arcade challenge! Head to the arcade and play a round of the hurricane simulator, and then the chair ride. I'm not sure what difficulty levels they have, but go for whatever's hard without being impossible. After those two, of course it's time for your specialty, DDR. One game of each is fine, or however many plays your money gets you." I would like to reiterate, Rainyday is SATAN. You might have seen me say once or twice around site that there's a few people in these parts who know my name, face, where I live, etc. Rainyday is one of these people, and the fact that Rainy won lotto means we got to go in depths with specifics, like Rainyday knowing what the mall in question has and unfortunately knowing the games I'm good at. This is where the first leakage occurred. The hurricane simulators are nothing special, I wager most of you have seen one. You put in some money, stand in the gigantic capsule, and it starts simulating hurricane winds. It almost ruined my twintails...but it was fun. The wind was cold on my skin which didn't make holding any easier, but luckily I got to just stand there. A few bystanders took notice but mainly didn't care. When I knew for a fact nobody was looking into the capsule I'd cross my legs and hunch the fuck over, occasionally gripping at myself because, you know, verge of wetting myself and all that. My bladder was like a goddamn boulder weighing down my entire lower body pressing on my...you know...wanting out. These winds could not budge this boulder. I also had to grip at my miniskirt constantly for very obvious wind-related reasons. Next up was the chair ride. To elaborate, this is also a simulator. It has like a screen and fans, it blows on your face and the seat itself vibrates, moves, etc. in line with the simulation on screen. In this case, I was virtually on a rollercoaster. Sitting down helped at first, but the vibration sooooorely did not. Luckily this machine is relatively secluded, so I got to stuff both my hands between my legs while the machine made my bladder absolutely suicidal. I'm not sure if I have said this enough or not, but goddammit I needed to PEE. The machine did its job. As I started to hobble over to the DDR machine (Not actually DDR, one of the generic rip offs that is actually just the exact same thing), in the middle of this arcade filled with people, I jolted mid-hobble. To try and describe what happened, it felt like my pelvic floor suddenly steeled itself... My entire body stretched and lurched forward from the sudden tightness in my bladder and below it, and at the height of this, as my legs were knocking together and my body fell forward, my panties got extremely warm extremely fast. Some pee spilled down my thighs, coating my legs and getting on my kneesocks, a fair number of drops pattering on the floor underneath me. In an INSTANT I dropped to a knee, pretending to pick at my boot. The initial impulse was to pretend I was tying my shoe, but my boots have no fucking laces to I had to fake fiddle with the side zipper like a moron. Some dude across the arcade gave me a funny look and I tried to ignore him. Out of my jacket pocket I fished my saving grace: Burger King napkins from earlier! I'm not going to leave a mess behind uncleaned. I wiped it up and stood back up, panting heavily. I was trying so hard to hang on and I had already started losing it. AND I had to go play DDR! DDR was torture. Every step felt like a punch to the bladder and I won't lie, I dribbled a couple of more times while playing it. (I napkinned up after I was done.) But! I managed to finish the song without completely losing control and wetting myself! With a 95% accuracy rating on hardest difficulty, might I add. I'm really good at rhythm games, trivia for you. I normally have no trouble acing this particular song, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, but certain dribbles soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs caused a fuckup or ten. I got out of the arcade not unscathed, but still ready to continue. Barely. I could feel everything in my bladder about to spill out all over me like niagra falls, getting that sensation where its like you're carrying something heavy and your arms getting tired, but you're only halfway from the car to the house. I was convinced I had no hope. But KozmoFox ain't no quitter. You guys might like the next one! =====CHALLENGE FIVE (6:49 PM) "After that exciting last challenge, here's a calmer one. Type a detailed description (at least 100 words) describing the desperation you're feeling right now. Include this description later in your story, word for word, without correcting any typos. (Maybe if you did something weird and typed up information you don't want shared, you can censor that)." This is self explanatory. I plopped myself on a bench and started pattering away on my phone, on which I have autocorrecty things turned off. Having to describe this made me leak, and I felt it seep out of me and into the back of my skirt in a solid dribble. I almost fucking lost it and completely pissed myself right there typing this. It was utter agony. Here you go, straight from the chat!: "so fucking rainyday is making me write up a fuckin thing on how badly i need to go for this challenge so litsten the fuck up folks let me tell you gravity is fucking KILLING ME i can gfeel it pulsing trying ti get its way out, some of it already has, im extremely damp under this skirt and i have to type this up in puvblic like nothings wrong and just thinking about it is killing me. i just leaked again. i cant stop shaking. i grab at myself whenever i think nobodys looking. im sweating. i cant hold it much longer i sont think but im going to fo my fucking best becuse kozmofox aint no fucking wquitter you heat me" Every bit of that was true and straight from the heart. I was slowly leaking for most of that. Do you know how agonizing it is to be slowly wetting yourself and trying to hold it in, whilst typing up a summary of just how badly you need to go? This did not go unnoticed. I had my legs crossed tight, my jaw clenched, ghostly pale and sweating and fucking bouncing and wiggling and kneading at my legs whenever I wasn't typing, it was not remotely hidden to anyone who looked in my direction. Extremely embarrassing but again...I ain't no quitter. =====CHALLENGE SIX (6:52 PM, was allowed to open early as arcade predictably took longer than 10 minutes.) "We're past the halfway mark. Do you feel you can make it for the next stretch? Fortunately, this one will let you recharge, in a way. Go into the toilet and relieve yourself somehow and let it out for exactly five seconds. After five seconds, do everything you can to stop, no matter what. Maybe this will take some of the pressure off -Bonus: If you relieve yourself somewhere that /isn't/ a toilet, then you can cut five minutes out of the time before you can open the next challenge." I did not even remotely hesitate to take advantage of that bonus. I locked my eyes on the first bathroom I saw, and jogged straight in, hands stuffed between my legs. At this point I wasn't attempting to hide my extreme desperation from the public eye, it was do everything I could to hold it, or I'd completely wet myself dead center of a mall. To my luck, and as I found out afterward, semi cheating, it was a single bathroom. One toilet, not the kind with stalls, just a one person bathroom. Rainyday considered this a mild violation of the rules, as it was not exactly a public area, unlike a stalled bathroom. Rainy understood why I misconstrued that though, especially as earlier one of the challenges almost specifically demanded a private bathroom (Asking to use a staff one) so they let it go. And so did I. This is possibly the least graceful moment of my life. I climbed up onto the sink counter in an absolute, extremely desperate fever, crawling on my hands and knees until I was over the sink. I was positioned like a fucking dog and panting like one too, my beanie fell right off my head. I barely moved my skirt slightly out of the way before I started GUSHING through my panties. Like this was beyond a torrent, I didn't care that I was pissing myself straight through my panties, I needed to get as much out of me into that sink in five seconds as I possibly could. My moans of relief echoed in that tiny bathroom and it felt so good I couldn't even bring myself to feel shame for how this was. It felt orgasmic. Foooor five seconds. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Clamped off. I whined as I shoved my hand into my underwear, doing my best to just STOP PEEING. I spurted twice more, soaking my hand and sleeve, but I stopped. It was so good. I still REALLY needed to pee, but for the moment, I was out of the immediate danger zone. I left the bathroom and walked back to the bench where I left my mug full of water. Yeah remember that? Still a thing. I was still desperate beyond belief, my hands and underwear and even my skirt to a degree were very wet, but I wasn't going anywhere yet. I still had much more to do, and that taste of relief really had me thinking I could pull it off. =====CHALLENGE SEVEN (6:57, got to open it early for completing the bonus!) "Another interaction challenge! You need to have... a tourist mindset? A snapchat one? Basically, ask a passerby to take your picture. I'm not sure whether there's anything in the mall that's worth getting your picture taken in front of, but say it's for a friend, if they ask. Which is the truth, isn't it? If you can't come up with any possible excuse to have someone take a picture or two of you, then ask them for directions to somewhere complicated or far instead. " This one might have been the single easiest. I had just gotten immense relief so I was able to pull it off without being a shaking desperate wet mess! Well...I was wet but this lady could not tell. I smiled, I asked her for two pictures in front of the Valentines display that was still up. She looked to be a soccer mom of sorts, she said she's always wanted someone to ask her to take their picture like this. I handed her my phone, and took my position. Hardest bit was standing completely still, but it was only for a few minutes while she snapped the shots. I just held my hands behind my back, leaned to the side in a cute way, and smiled. Snap snap! Pics taken! This didn't even remotely take 10 minutes, so I just sat back down on a new, different bench, and waited. It should also be noted that this is the period where Rainyday had me drink that mug of water. With my kidneys on overdrive, liquids still cycling through my system, and a new tall glass of water added to the mix, my relief was very short lived. =====CHALLENGE EIGHT (7:07 PM) "Remember the spare pair of underwear I asked you to bring? Go into the bathroom and enter a stall. In the stall, change your underwear to the other pair. Leave the stall and go on your way. Not too hard, hopefully? PS: @Pache says hi. " This also took zero time, but it reintroduced the toilet torture psychology. Given the kidney overdrive had a solid 10 minutes to re-introduce a whole lot of liquid to my bladder, and my bladder and sphincter muscles were just about DEAD, this was the beginning of the end for me. I could barely hold on, period, full stop. Perhaps the volume of pee I was holding in now was less than before, maybe it was more. Point is, I could not reliably hold it anymore, and I found this out when changing my panties of all things. I took my all but destroyed pink panties off and took a look at them. They were dark and saturated entirely from front to back. I placed them in a plastic bag and put them in my backpack. Remember the arcade? Same deal. My pelvic floor screamed at me, my lower body locked up, I fell forward, leaning against the wall and spurted heavily. Given I was wearing no panties it was unimpeded, and shot out, colliding with my thigh and tearing a path down my leg, giving my kneesock a decent soak. I shoved my hand down and kneaded into myself only for another spurt to collide with my hand, causing it to spray in multiple directions and coat my legs. I stayed in that position for a solid 15 seconds before I had decided I had enough control of myself to continue. I put on a fresh pair of grey panties, before taking some toilet paper and wiping the results of my miniature wetting off the floor...Only for me to leak a bunch again when I bent over to do so. The fresh grey panties were only fresh for maybe 10 seconds before I felt the warmness gathering in my underwear and gushed another spurt through them onto the back of my legs and down into my boots. They darkened and were saturated immediately, and not much better off than my original pair. I figured I had just had 3 big leaks in under a minute...that was okay in a bathroom stall, but the public eye? I was mortified that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore, but I was so close to finishing the gauntlet....So I went for it. Unfortunately, I was even more desperate to pee than I had been before the 5 second pee challenge. To quote me: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa i neeed rto fucking pee 7:13 PM so fucking bad 7:13 PM its builty back up 7:13 PM and im grtting tired dowen trhereeeee So you know, I was literally on the verge of wetting myself like the damp little girl I already was, smack dab in the middle of a public mall on a friday night. All I could think was....Fuck. =====CHALLENGE NINE (7:17 PM) "Now time for the second plot device: the coins. Count how many you have so you can remember. Then go to a populated area and 'accidentally' drop them all from torso height. Pick them all back up. No rush." The ten minute wait for this challenge killed me by the way. I was literally sitting on a bench (per the norm) with my legs crossed tightly, a hand stuffed between my legs, bouncing like a MADWOMAN and shaking and sweating, glaring at anyone who DARED look at me, goddammit haven't you ever seen someone need to pee before?! Move along!! •KozmoFox> uwaaa i cant stop fucking bouncing on this benhc 7:16 PM people are looking at me 7:16 PM fuck 7:16 PM look away cunts 7:16 PM im just hyper 7:16 PM thats totally it 7:16 PM hyper 7:16 PM 7:16 PM 7:16 PM lets fucking go 7:17 PM IRS TIME 7:17 PM NEXT 7:17 PM AAAAAAA I stood up from that bench, gravity hit me, and for like the 100th time that night, I nearly wet myself completely on the spot. I legitimately buckled and nearly lost it. But I didn't, I just kept my hand between my legs, pressing on my crotch for dear life despite the numerous people around who could obviously see it, and hobbled on. Remember when I said I had to bring spare change as part of the rules? That came into play here. I was terrified, but I wasn't there to cheat, so I went and found the most populated nearby area I could find; an intersection sort of area between a bunch of very popular stores. There was tons of people milling about everywhere. And like a good little Kozmo, I did what I was told! You have no idea how happy I was that nobody tried to help me. I've never been more thankful for uncaring people in my entire life. It was hard to think about much else, as I was literally about to pee myself. I could feel my lower torso about to burst and the need to pee, the need to just give in and let it all flow out right there was so intense I almost actually did it, despite being surrounded by easily like, 60 people. And so I squatted to begin picking up my coins as fast as I possibly could. It really sucked, as I'm a person who carries a LOT of pocket change. The squatting pretty well squashed my bladder, and I discovered it didn't like that. I felt my panties grow warm and wet from their cold and damp state, and a BIG leak came out of me with a PSSHHH. I was picking up nickels and dimes frantically now, trying to get it over with so I could just stand up and get myself back under control. I managed to stop, but it started again almost as fast as it ended. I was slowly wetting myself in that position where everyone could see me. I knew my backpack was dipping down so nobody could see from behind, but if someone cared to stop and look right underneath me they would see the beginnings of a puddle starting to form. The second I picked up the last dime I just took the entire huge wad of napkins from my pocket, wiped it up, and plopped back on another nearby bench. (Malls have lots of benches) Now I was in a position, on this bench, where I was the most desperate to pee I've ever been in my entire life. My muscles were dead. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I'm positive my constant leaking was the only thing stopping me from fully exploding, giving me just enough leeway to maintain the basest of my integrity just a biiit longer. The wait for the final challenge was the worst. It was agony. I was rocking back and forth, hand pressed HARD between my legs, when I wasn't typing I was literally like, slamming my fist off my thigh. My skirt was wet, front and back, if I stood up it would have been quite visibly so. I could feel the sweat from the sheer effort of holding all this pee beading at my chin. Some people looked very concerned, probably confused as there was a bathroom RIGHT THERE, but I paid them no attention. I could not. I could not afford to do anything but hold it in, and look at my phone. Anything else and I would pee myself, all over the bench in an INSTANT, and I knew it. I was the strangest mix of mortified and determined I've ever been in my entire life. Just a sneak peek as to my state of mind in chat. back of skirt is wet 7:22 PM i have 7:22 PM to fucking 7:22 PM pee 7:22 PM i cant stop like 7:22 PM slamming fist off my upper legg 7:22 PM when not typing 7:22 PM i cant stay still 7:22 PM i NEED 7:22 PM J< 7:22 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa to grp 7:22 PM to hold 7:22 PM i might not making it 7:22 PM to final challenge 7:22 PM im like opn the fucking brink of about tp piss myself 7:22 PM J So yeah, as far as I knew, this was the absolute end. =====CHALLENGE TEN (7:27 PM) "Final challenge! This isn't actually anything too exciting, I tried to arrange the challenges in a good paced order and this just ended up being left over. Go into the bathroom and use the sink to wash your hands for two minutes. You don't need to repeatedly soap them, but you have to keep them in the sink, under running water. If you leak at all during this challenge, you have to stop and leave the bathroom immediately, wait two minutes, and try again. If you leak the second time, then I guess that's this specific challenge failed. But maybe if you've lasted this long without anything worse happening, you could go for the final stretch Remember the passage from the starting rules: You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time. Also, once you've made it to wherever you want to go, before you relieve yourself, there's one last bonus challenge to read and try. Open it when you get there." This following challenge might have been the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. We all know at this point I'm desperate, I'm sweaty and fidgety and whimpery and reaaally soaked. I've leaked at this point more times than I can count, and my skirt/panties/knee socks/boots are suffering DEARLY for it. Honestly, if I were wearing pants, it could have been considered a major accident at the arcade, it would have been extremely visible. At least wearing a skirt and these particular colors it was less obvious. Well, not any more. The front and back are drenched at this point, even this second pair of underwear is beyond saving, and my very visible bare legs are covered in glistening streaks down to my significantly damn knee socks, and I'm sitting there slowly dribbling and leaking more and more into my panties and skirt praying none is getting out to hit the floor. And even after all that, at this moment, I'm more desperate than I have been in my entire life. One more challenge. <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leakage is happengin 7:24 PM i can feel iyt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa i dont dare look down to see if any is escapeing skirt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa fucfccckkk 7:24 PM i have a hdn buried btween my legs and theres people just glangince at me while they walk bu 7:24 PM i cant stop wiggling I get up off my bench and try to bolt to the bathroom. Nice try, me. Easily the biggest leak yet. Almost worthy of being called a full on accident. In that instant, my bladder completely gave out for a single moment. I felt a rush of pee spray out of me and into my underwear, ignoring the obstacle as if it weren't there. It gushed straight down my leg like a tidal wave, you know the kind. Its clinging to your leg but the torrent almost looks like it wants to break off? It streamed right across the back of my leg, tearing a line of heat down my sock and I felt under my foot inside my boot get a bit squishy. I barely got it back under wraps. I HEARD it splatter onto the ground, it was near deafening. I didn't dare turn back. I told myself I'd clean it up in a moment, I couldn't bear to see if anyone had seen. As my hand was in its near permanent position between my legs when I had my mid-stride accident, the front of my skirt that was stuffed there was soaked beyond repair. My giant stain of shame was there for the world to see, although I knew that through the course of the evening, the back was likely far, FAR worse. And so, I attempted the challenge. I started washing my hands, as my legs jiggled and danced, wet and cold as they were. I was going good for a solid 30 seconds when a girl exited a stall and started washing her hands too. Didn't take long for her to look at me. I stared back like a deer in the headlights. "Are....Are you okay?" I nodded as frantically as I could, hands still in the water. I maintained eyecontact with her as the warm water started fucking me over. I started peeing myself, quite badly, all while nodding at her. I just couldn't hold it. I removed my hands from under the water and felt a torrent drench my panties and thighs as it started soaking my socks. She didn't look down, so I'm not sure if she saw the puddle rapidly forming at my feet, but she quickly left. The second the door shut I fell to my knees, stuffed my hands and skirt between my legs, further drenching the skirt but managing to stop the flow. It was bad, but remember the rules. I got it under control, it wasn't a whole lot when compared to the absolute ocean about to explode my bladder, so I was still in the game. Even my jean sleeves were dark at the cuffs, it was humiliating. But I wasn't done yet. I hadn't lost. I could finish the gauntlet. I took some paper towel and cleaned my puddle. I took more, went back out into the mall, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned up my other puddle. I told passerbys I had spilled water, even though there was an old lady across the way that was there beforehand, eying me suspiciously. I leaked more while I was on my hands and knees there, tiny trails streaming down my inner thighs around sensitive areas...I just couldn't reliably hold it, I was that desperate. I was in control one moment, absolutely not the next. I managed to clean everything up, and went back in the bathroom for attempt two. 2 agonizing minutes of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced. My bladder was screaming at me with all the fury of the seven hells to just piss all over the floor where I was standing and just give it some goddamn relief. But I couldn't. I was so close. The entire time, I stared myself in the mirror just muttering. "Don't pee. Don't pee. Don'-- Don't you dare fucking pee." I think someone came in and took a stall at some point. I didn't care. Finishing this challenge was all I cared about. And you know what? I did it. I did it and I almost cried and I immediately messaged Rainyday asking if I was allowed to pee. Guess what? Nope! Remember the rule? I had to go to the parking lot or somewhere else outside. Only then could I relieve myself. I hobbled to the nearest exit, leaking the whole way. Every step I'd spurt a little. I just could not hold it. I was no longer in complete control and I was not getting complete control back. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. You're probably imagining this in a slow dramatic fashion but it was more like 3 steps a second with little bits of pee shooting out of me every go. I was frothing at the mouth. My face felt hot and blushy, my blood racing and rushing, I was drooling and sputtering and moaning and groaning I was just so close and I didn't care who saw. I was a wet desperate mess of a human being, constantly peeing just a little against my own control. My boots squishing every step. I took careful measures to not leave a trail, making sure if my panties and skirt didn't catch it, my jacket sleeves did. Hunched over, knockkneed and hobbling with my hands pressed into my crotch, many would see me and think a walk of shame. Nah, man. I was still going. I had completed the final challenge and was on the home stretch. This was a walk of victory. On a side note? Bladder bulge was ridiculous. I've always seen pictures and been like, why don't I ever have something like that when I hold? Those look ridiculous how does a person hold enough to look like they have an alien inside them? Tonight I finally understood. Jeeeesus. Before I knew it, I was at the car. I opened the final bonus challenge. =====LAST BONUS CHALLENGE (7:39 PM) "Again, nothing too exciting. You've made it to the end, lasted through everything, etc. Well done! So, you can last a bit longer. The bonus challenge is easy: just wait for five more minutes here, and then you can go. Good luck." I read those words and literally, for a brief moment and time, wanted to actually die. It was so tempting. I was in the car lot, next to the car, completely soaked already and just free of the mall and of people and I could just let go right there. But I had come so far, and I wasn't going to allow this to tarnish my victory. Didn't stop me from bitching about it like crazy though. It was so hard. I leaned against the car, one hand holding my area between my legs in a vice grip for dear life, the other holding the phone and reading the encouragement. Reminder that the chat wasn't just Rainyday, several Omo.org friends came to witness my monumental challenge and offer me encouragement and support the whole way through. And they kept telling me. "Come on Crim, you can do it!" "You made it to the end, you can do 5 more minutes!" "You're doing great, keep it up!" "Make us proud, Crim." <--- All of these are direct quotes, by the way. I had a cheerleading squad that made tonight do-able. I would actually like to take this moment to thank @JustCallum, @Rainyday, @Pache, and absolutely NOT @blooper for being the best company and emotional support during an epic Omorashi challenge gauntlet a gal could ask for. Feat. @Lisk who showed up, said like one sentence, and left. Let me tell you guys. I leaked and dribbled and sputtered the entire time. Some spurts were bigger than others, including a notable momentary loss of control where I peed myself for a solid 3 seconds, a torrent destroying any dry fabric left on me as I just moaned into my car window, fogging it up. The cold window felt so nice against my sweaty head. It was around this moment I realized I had somehow, at some point, gotten my T-shirt wet. Figures, given I had been constantly and slowly wetting myself since I had left the fuckin' bathroom after challenge 10. Notable quotes from me, trying to distract myself from the desperate agony, by talking about my desperate agony, because I'm goddamned stupid: KozmoFox> uwaaa im going to piss werywhere 7:36 PM okay <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ohnfuck 7:39 PM i fuck 7:39 PM i dotnt hink 7:39 PM i can 7:39 PM wait 7:39 PM 5 mirwe <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leaking 7:39 PM on ground <•KozmoFox> uwaaa gushed down leffss <•KozmoFox> uwaaa but 7:41 PM regained •KozmoFox> uwaaa i eekp fucking spurting im gonnsa die <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ive ltierslly been slowly peeing myself since i left building hwo am i still 7:43 PM holding <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Rainy 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM when can i 7:44 PM please •KozmoFox> uwaaa pleas ei cant hold it 7:44 PM when •KozmoFox> uwaaa when 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM fucking 7:44 PM say 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM plesse You can probably tell that by the end there I was completely losing control. I hadn't been able to actually hold it for quite awhile at this point, but then? Any semblance of control I had left was slipping. By the time I was doing the single word messages at the bottom, I was steadily and thoroughly pissing myself next to the car, it was streaming down my legs and splashing across my feet and all over the pavement. I was going to say you could 20 seconds ago 7:44 PM But I had to answer your question 7:44 PM You wiiinnnnnn------ 7:44 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa CAN I OR CAN I NO 7:44 PM FUCK Final time: 1:45 of constant desperate agony, from opening the first email, to being told I'm allowed to pee. In this situation, the word "FUCK" coincides with me LITERALLY exploding. The second I read "You win", I couldn't even remotely hold on if I tried. The words registered, my body completely let go. I started peeing full force. And peeing, and peeing, and peeing. Power-peeing, if you will. I didn't so much as move my arm, my entire lower body got soaked, re-soaked, and soaked again in seconds. My panties had no hope against this barrage, I had like three streams going, from off the backs of both knees and through my skirt into my hand, into an extremely heavy stream hitting the ground with all it had. My socks could absorb no more. I actually stepped out of my boots and just stood my soft feet in the growing lake of my making. After like 30 seconds I removed my hand and just relaxed my entire body, letting it flow from straight between my legs onto the ground below. Someone walked by and totally saw that part, but trust me, I was so relieved I could give less of a shit. I felt goddamn humiliated afterwards, sure, but at that moment I didn't care. This relief was worth an orgasm and a half, I felt like I had literally been reborn. By the time I was halfway done I was so relieved and relaxed I could have napped. By the time I was done, I was standing in a lake that would make a hurricane jealous. I actually almost did nap, I couldn't bring myself to start driving so I just sat in the car in my wet clothes and the heat on for like half an hour, just leaning back and chatting in IRC, enjoying not being on the brink of wetting myself like a little girl for the first time in maybe 2 hours. Of course, I had just done exactly that, but who cares? I was also, naturally, PAINFULLY aroused, but this is not the place for that, that's not what this tale is about. I eventually pulled it together, stripped off my bottoms, and drove home like that, where I am now writing about my lovely evening. Reminder one final time. Rainyday is satan. I won't be doing requests like this again for a very long time, if ever again, but damn. To paraphrase myself from the first experience I wrote like 2 years ago... this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've ever done. I'm likely never going to do a hold like this again. I think this hold, this experience, is my magnum opus. My Mona Lisa. It won't be topped by anything I do. Not to be full of myself, but I don't think anything like this exists on the experiences forum, and I'm extremely proud of myself. I put my body and soul (and self-esteem) on the line for you guys. I hope I did you all proud. I hope I captured what omorashi.org is all about today. Thank you all for reading this long as hell tale that might as well be a novel, for sticking with me this long, and for just overall being awesome people. This has been Kozmo-Lotto 4!~ Please tell me what you thought, drop a comment, shoot a message, whatever!! ^^ I love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!
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  20. A "Choose Your Own Adventure" story with omorashi themes? Just what you've been waiting for, right? Well wait no longer! The tutorial room was filled with empty boxes and piles of books. Mostly ancient National Geographics, yellowing Mill& Boon, and shitty trade paperbacks from the 80's. You question your decision, not for the first time, to help out the University book fair committee by doing a first pass on the boxes of donations. Books are cool. These book are not. The pile of books that you and Nita have thought merited the attentions of an actual librarian barely qualifies for the word pile. It's two. Can two things be a pile? What if they were grains of sand? You'd need move than two right? You consider asking Nita her thoughts on what would constitute a pile but decide it's just too hot to have that argument today. You finish off the last of your water-bottle and wipe away the sheen of sweat that keeps appearing on your brow. You imagine you must look a mess. Nita, of course, looks great. You aren't sure you've even ever seen her sweat. There's only one box left unopened. You could sort through it. It probably wouldn't take five minutes. Or you could leave it for Nita and go to the bathroom for a quick pee. You've needed to for a while now and like your Mum always tells you, "a stitch in time saves nine." But it isn't anything like an emergency and it would be a bit slack to lump the last box on Nita. To open the last box yourself turn to page 89 To go to the toilet turn to page 43
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  21. So if any if you have followed me closely (which I highly doubt) you may know that 1) I've seen my best friend pee himself before as a dare and 2) that recently I've been wanting to get him and my other closest friend together to do the sequel of that day, if you will. I've been texting them about hanging out soon just bc we haven't all seen each other in awhile and was thinking of at some point suggesting we do a bit of holding. I got impatient thinking about it and wrote down exactly what I was gonna say in the notes section of my phone but as I was writing it I got the feeling that now was the time to tell them So i basically laid it all out, and here is what I said. Bear in mind this was maybe 30 mins ago and it is so exciting to me that I finally asked them. Here is what I said: "Are you two still up and on your phones?" when they both relied yes I said I would like them to pay attention for a bit to something important, and - "Can you promise not to be judgmental for just a little while? I want to be honest with you guys with something that's been on my mind but it's kinda weird so plz don't judge me?" After being a bit sarcastic they both said yes so I sent them my idea, straight from the notes section of my phone: "Okay please don't judge me for this but I had an Interesting thought, something I'd like to try with you two (don't worry it's not sexual). It's like something we could do next time we hang out. So it's like this weird idea of something I want to do, kind of like an urge of something, a reoccurring thought that I just want to try, and ur the only people I could think of doing it with. So here's the idea: we do a holding challenge. Basically you try to see how long you can hold ur pee. Yeah I know it's super weird but please it just really interests me in a weird way. Here's the thing: it would be better if we did this the 20th vs the 13th because I think it would be better if my parents weren't there. We would also probably have to hang out for quite a while, like the entire afternoon. We would have to already come having to pee decently bad (should be no issue for [friend A (he has a small bladder)], [friend B] and I may have to skip our morning pee and all pees thereafter) and we would maybe drink a little water, whatever, and then basically just hang doing whatever until we couldn't hold it. Rules would be no bathrooms and I guess we might have to do something like once 50% of your bladder is empty, you have to let the rest out to make it good. Also I would recommend bringing a change of underwear. So would you two be willing to try that? I totally understand if it is too weird for you but it would really make me happy if you would at least give it a try! So yeah I know it's hard not to judge but yeah please don't let this affect our friendship." my heart was beating like crazy and I was expecting the worst but luckily things isn't turn out half bad. Friend B was caught off guard but friend A(the one I suspect is into omo) said he'd be willing to take part in my experiment. There was a bit of talk between the three of us with both friends, mainly B, thinking it would be much more serious then just a holding challenge, I explained to him how it's taboo to hold ur pee and then piss urself, but he wasn't phased by it saying we're always talking about pee anyway (true) and finally said he'd be willing to try too. So im feeling absolutely great rn, I mean to me that was about as significant as asking someone out (which ironically did just happen a couple of hours earlier). I mean for both you are asking something risky and with the fear you will be judged, but at least in this case, is like the other person going "oh yeah totally of course". I will be sure to post an experience of that day after it actually happens, just super excited you guys!!!!!! Hopefully this will also inspire others, as I was expecting my friends to be all "wtf is wrong with you" but overall, they were pretty much jut like "sure I'll be willing to try it out" so yeah bye all!!!!
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  22. Some pictures of me after too much tea and seeing how many holding wettings my diaper could take.
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  23. Have you ever seeen anyone wet their pants at music festivals or concerts? Or seen anyone who has clearly wet their pants? In those places people are packed, have drunk alcohol and there are always too few bathrooms, so I would imagine that this would result in desperation and even in wettings. I have gone in pants a few times at concerts. One time I was wearing black pants, one other time skirt (and underwear). I was standing in crowd and didn't want to lose my place, so I wet myself. I was actually prepared to wet while choosing clothes, to be honest...
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  24. So how exactly is this not sexual if you're into omo?
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  25. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Gift Commission by chewbacca111222 (DA) for Bond56 (DA) The two girls, celebrating the motherly month of May, as Christi and Hannah share an awkwardly sweet and hot moment together. Momma's holds her precious wittle girl, as she preps her for feeding...and baby Hannah seems only too happy to comply with the big and lovely milf. ^^ Though it seems both these ladies understand the importance of comfort, as they both sit in their own personal poofy water-beds >///w//< ......they need diaper-changes, badly ^///0//^
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    If I was the police officer I would contain her so that she can pee her panties and then offer to remove them for her. But that is just me.
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  27. Haven't wet myself yet, but I've leaked a ton and my crotch area is drenched!
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  28. Too late, im flooding my knickers.
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  29. I just wish I could like the last chapter twice.
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  31. I'm in awe. This is amazing. Edited: <enter obvious groan-worthy comment about eating a fish dinner here> Sorry, had to be done.
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  32. This story is about Ely, a man in his early 20s who goes to visit his friend in another city. Ely woke up very early to catch the 7am train to the city where his friend lived. He barely had time to brush his teeth, eat, and gulp down his OJ and coffee. Every morning, Ely also drank 2 glasses of water, in order to be well hydrated. Hurriedly, he set out to the train station. It was about a 25 minute walk there from his dorm room. In his hurry, he forgot to tend to nature's call. During his walk, he felt a slight nudge from his bladder. He has not urinated since the night before... He wasn't too worried though. He could just use the men's room before getting on the train. Unfortunately for him, that was not the case. He had set out a bit late, so he just barely made it to the train on time. Slightly annoyed, Ely took a seat by the window. His need was getting bothersome. His bladder was tense, and he felt an urge the tip of his cock to release it. After all, he had not peed at all today. He crossed his legs and looked out the window. The train did have a bathroom, but Ely didn't like peeing on moving trains, as it was very hard to aim right. Bored, he took out a novel he brought along, and got absorbed in it. The train ride was two hours long, and he was about 20 minutes into it. He kept reading for about an hour, which distracted him quite well, for a little while. Suddenly, he felt a strong spasm in his bladder. He clenched up to avoid a leak. His morning coffee, OJ, and water had made their way into his bladder. Buoy was he desperate now. There were 30 minutes left of the train ride, and Ely didn't want to wait that long. He decided to brave the train bathroom. He stood up and made his way to the back. Standing up made made his need painfully urgent. He involuntarily bounced around a bit. To his dismay, there were 2 people in line for the bathroom. He leaned against the compartment wall, and waited as patiently as he could. The door was quite thin, so he could hear the person in there peeing. His cock twitched slightly with the urge to release his bladder. He had to GO. so bad. Finally, it was poor Ely's turn to pee. He scrambled into the cramped bathroom, and hurriedly shut the door. He stood in front of the toilet, unzipped, and took out his penis. Unfortunately, the train was shaking so much that he was neither able to steady his stance not aim into the toilet. He didn't want to pee all over the floor, or worse himself. Dejectedly, he put himself away, zipped back up, and walked away from the toilet. His bladder screamed in protest. He washed his hands, and almost spurted in his pants from the running water. Sitting back down, Ely decided to wait until he got to the station, and pee there. The next 30 minutes were awful. He couldn't focus on reading. He crossed his legs, moved around, and even squeezed himself a few times to keep control of his overfull bladder. At this point, he has gone without a pee for 14 hours. Finally, the train stopped. Ely got in front of the door, ready to hop off the train and rush to the men's room. He was almost there. The door opened, and Ely hurried to the bathroom. What he found there broke his heart. The men's room was out of order. He was standing in front of the door, beyond which lay toilets and urinals, to which he had no access. Ely didn't know what to do. He was so frustrated. He was now semi hard inside his pants, from his urge to pee. His friend was going to pick him up and they were going to drive to a local national park and hike there. Ely looked at his phone, and saw a text from his friend, informing his that he would be half an hour late. Ely couldn't wait another half hour! He needed relief now. Ely exited the station, and looked around for a place to pee. Everything was closed at this hour. Ely grabbed his penis desperately, but could not stop the short spurt that dampened his briefs. He was almost peeing in his pants. Deciding that enough was enough, he dipped into a solitary alley. There was a cluster of trash cans that could provide cover. Quickly, he got between them. Bouncing up and down, he undid his fly with difficulty. Then, freeing his tortured penis, he watered the wall for over a minute. His stream was very strong. After getting relief, Ely went back to the station to wait for his friend.
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  33. I get off on writing about desperate men being denied the right to pee. I like ending my stories on a slightly wet note, while still allowing my character relief. More to come
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  34. I think the main reason I never really complained is because I bought my first pack (24 Amors) and got them September 7th of last year, and only last week I used them all (though I did have 6 ABU diapers that I got recently that I have one left of). I mean, the main thing to keep in mind among all of this is that they're luxuries, so if you really want to save you want to buy in bulk or buy somewhere else. After all, let's check the price of ABU's "LittlePaws" (ignoring the sale they have on mediums at the moment) 10 Pack $34.99 - each one-$3.499 40 Pack $84.99 - each one-$2.12475 80 Case $155.99 - each one-$1.949875
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  35. Carry Amy to the toilet as a bride, put her in the toilet and remove her panties
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  36. Decided to do a hold today with the rapid desperation technique and film the results like I do with most of my other holds. I ended up having my first involuntary accident in a long time! My bathroom is across from my room more or less, so its not uncommon I let myself get really desperate during holds before going. That usually takes a while though so I misjudged how desperate I would get and how quickly, so by the time I ran for the bathroom I had to go so bad I was holding myself with one hand and filming with my tablet with the other. Unfortunately for me, I had left the toilet lid down on my last visit, and although I managed to wiggle out of my shorts and underwear with no hands, I needed one to lift the lid. I thought I could let go of myself for a second and only lose a spurt or two, but as soon as I loosened my grip on my crotch pee started gushing out uncontrollably and due to my weakened bladder muscles I couldn't stop it at all until I was done. I was peeing so much by this point it was basically water so it didnt smell and clean-up wasnt too bad lol. Still crazy how fast your bladder fills with that method though considering I had went less than 30 minutes before losing control.
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  37. Since we couldn't split the tie on this one I flipped a coin You shrug off the haunting notion that that transparency was the clue that would make all of this make some sort of sense in favor of... laundry. The day seems even dimmer than before. It strikes you as odd that you pass no one the entire walk back to your dorm. People are around, you can see them in the distance out of the corner of your eye. But they vanish into buildings or down stairwell before you can really get a good look at them. There is no breeze. The laundry room is empty. The single fluorescent bulb blink at an irritating frequency. You wonder who to complain to about that. Your laundry sits wetly in the bottom of the machine. You bundle it up in your arms and move it to one of the dryers. The first is overfull with some girl's entire wardrobe. The second smells of mildew and the clothes in it are obviously still wet, someone didn't turn the knob to run a long enough cycle. The third has clothes in it as well, but not that many and they are at least dry. You throw your clothes down on the folding table and empty out the third dryer. Why can't people empty the machine when their load is done? You always do! There isn't much in there. A set of sheets, pajamas, and a single pair of panties. The same as your load. You smile to yourself knowingly and leave the other girls clean washing on the drying table. You set the machine to dry your clothes for an hour and turn back around. "Hey!" You very nearly wet yourself! It's a girl with long dark hair from down the hall, you can't remember her name but you've seen her at a few parties. She sees you jump. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I just wanted to apologize for leaving stuff in the dryer. I swear it only just finished." She's blushing furiously. Whether from embarrassment as scaring you or because you saw the contents of her laundry... unclear. It occurs to you that you could actually ask about that. It would be embarrassing for everyone but maybe... Or you could just go upstairs and look for Nita again. To ask her about her "washing" turn to page 6 To go look for Nita turn to page 45
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  39. A few snapshots of another custom pantie wetting she did for me. Enjoy
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  40. Thank you guys for all the feedback. It's really appreciated. Also, sorry for the delay between parts. So, without further ado here's part two. ... The discomfort in Kate's stomach was absolutely killing her. It was getting to the point where she didn't feel suited to drive anymore. Kate physically could not get herself to stop moving. Not to mention she was constantly letting out farts. Her normally strong bladder was failing her. She felt like she had a balloon in her stomach. She was beyond embarrassed her daughter had to see her like this. As amusing as Zoey did find her mom's situation, she had her own problems at the moment. Poor Zoey had actually already leaked a few times. She was doing all she could to hold it in but drops escaping her hold were almost a constant at this point. The fact that Zoey was wearing a thong also made the situation that much more uncomfortable. When Zoey leaked she could feel the pee hit her bare butt cheeks. Part of this whole experience almost seemed exciting to Zoey. Almost sexual. Zoey started to think she was getting a little turned on. Those thoughts were quickly pushed out of her mind as she saw a exit coming up. "Mom, take this exit. I think there's a gas station there." Kate could only muster out a timid "ok". She was really not doing well. Her bladder was giving out and fast. She now had no choice but to dig a hand into her crotch. "Mom, I really really need to pee. " zoey felt the need to inform her mother of the obvious. She found it exciting that her mom not only knew of her situation but also was experiencing it. "I know you do honey but I'm getting off now. Just hold it a little longer." "l didn't even go this morning. I should have. I'm sorry, I know we're running late." That much was true. Kate had noticed between stomach pains and bladder problems that they were cutting it close on time. They now had 45 minutes before their tour started at the college and they had about that much time left before they got there. "Honey, it's ok. You can see how bad I need to go too." By this time the two had taken the exit and made their way off the interstate. Kate saw a sign indicating a gas station a mile down the road. "I don't know if I can hold it mom." "Zoey, it's a mile. You are 18. At least your not about to shit yourself too" Kate said trying to get her point across as well as lighten the mood. Come to think of it, Zoey hadn't went number two in about 24 hours. She did indeed feel a little pressure in her lower stomach. With that said, her main concern was keeping the flood of urine inside her. She had both hands buried into her crotch. Both of her long legs were wrapped around eachother and she,like her mom, was bouncing up and down in her seat like a child. Zoey let out another squrt and instantly felt it soak her butt and inner theighs. If she wasn't wearing black this all would be noticeable. She was indeed worried about the pee that was soaking through her shorts and creating a wet patch on the seat. Kate finally saw the gas station and pulled into the spot right outside the door. Kate had barely shot off the car before Zoey was out of the car and running inside the building with her hand in the front of her short black shorts. "Uhh, where's your bathroom?" A flustered Zoey asked the woman behind the counter. The name on her name tag read Holly. She looked about 30 to Zoey and was actually quite pretty for a gas station employee. She had long red hair and a curvy shape. "Um, they are in the back" was Holly's response. She was a little taken by surprise by the pretty girl doing the potty dance before her. She looked entirely too old for her actions. Zoey mustered out a very quiet "thanks" before taking off towards the back. On the way to the back Zoey ran past the front door and her mom who had just entered. Kate followed closely behind as her desperate daughter ran the length of the building and into the bathroom. Zoey threw open the door and immediately realized something of vital importance. It had only one toilet. This was a one person bathroom. Kate barged in behind Zoey and seem to realize the same thing Zoey just had. "Mom, please let me go I'll be so quick" Kate looked at her grown daughter with her hands in her crotch and legs crossed and that pained look on her face and couldn't argue. " alright, just be really quick baby" Kate existed the room she most desperately wanted to be in and took her place leaning against the wall with both her hands in the crotch of her leggings. Meanwhile, Zoey was pulling down her shorts and soaked thong in one motion. Next, Zoey plopped her round ass onto the seat below her. After a second of nothing, Zoey's brain finally gave her poor bladder the all-go. Pee gushed out of Zoey like a waterfall. Zoey couldn't help but to let out a sigh of relief. Her eyes watered with the relief. Zoey had never felt such intense relief before. After about a minute of peeing, Zoey's stream died down to a quiet tinkle and just like that she was done. The relived Zoey got up and flushed the toilet and immediately jumped back and screamed. A huge spider crawled out from the other side of the toilet and onto the seat. Kate stormed in upon hearing her daughter scream. All Kate had to do was follow Zoey's gaze and saw what the source of her daughters terror was. Kate's heart dropped and without even thinking she turned and ran out of the bathroom and continued out of the building and into the car. Kate had the worst case of acrophobia ever. Kate's bodily needs would have to wait. There was simply no way she could use any bathroom in that building after seeing that nightmare. After receiving more weird looks from Holly, Zoey left the building and joined her terrified mother in the car. And just as her mother started the car and left the parking lot Zoey was hit with a very intense stomach pain.
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  41. Ms. Landers was 30-year-old history teacher. She had dark hair, nice breasts, good-sized hips, and was wearing light-colored pants that day with a white shirt. Unfortunate for her, many of her male students suffered from OOD (omorashi-obsessive-disorder) lol. Ms. Landers was writing on the board, ten minutes from class being over, when all the sudden, she felt a twitch in her bladder. That twitch then became a sudden urge of bladder pain beating inside of her saying, "Bathroom time! I need to exit! Find a toilet please!" Those last ten minutes were the longest of Landers' life. Sadly, as she sat, feet up at her desk, crossed, some of the male students were extremely turned on. She felt the pressure inside building up and then the bell rung. She got up, grabbed her bag, keys (one of which was for the private teacher's lavatory) but placed them down when Kevin, a student came up. "Hey, Ms. Landers, I had a question about the assignment for tonight..." he said with a smirk. Her leg went back and started to shake from the growing desperation. "It's on this chapter on Washington..." Landers tried to focus. She said, "Well, basically the assignment is about how to put on a good government." Another student, Greg, was close by shaking his water bottle back and forth. Landers looked away in agony. She could feel she needed a toilet, now! "Um, Kevin, is that it, because I really have to-." "Oh sure, Ms. Landers. Thanks." Him and friends walked off, but were not done yet. Landers locked her classroom up and hurried down the hall crowded with people. They were not moving fast enough. She grew concerned remembering how she lost her first teaching job: she wet her pants in front of the whole class. Parents were angry that a teacher would do something so horrendous. This made her anxiety grow remembering that, and of all the kids laughing at her. She finally made it to the teacher's ladies room. Lucky for her, she was the only lady teacher on this floor, so it was very likely unoccupied. She looked at the door handle which had a "unoccupied" in the spot where the lock changed the sign. She placed the key in, breathed with relief, turned it and....tried to turn it again....and again, but it would not budge. "What the...?" she said. Landers looked and saw this key was not the bathroom key. Not far behind, the boys from class held the actual bathroom key. While Kevin had asked her questions for schoolwork, another boy sneaked it off her desk and removed the restroom key. Landers kept looking, through her bag, pockets, she was fighting a losing battle with her bladder. Out of frustration she started to bang on the door, wrestled with the handle. This only made it worse, as more of the OOD students saw she was desperate and wanted to part take on the action. Her stomach started to growl from a full bladder taking up space and she ran down the stairs. Every step was agonizing bumps of added pressure to the poor history teacher's bladder. "Oh boy," she said. "I can't have an accident. I can't pee myself in front of all fellow staff and students. Can't!" One of the students knew where she was headed. He made it to the teacher's lounge before her and occupied the one bathroom in there. Landers ran in, grabbed the bathroom door handle and the sigh of relief made her bladder start to give away thinking she was going to finally go. But, it would not open. "No....No," Landers cried. She knocked on the door and said, "Umm....are you almost done in there? I really, really gotta go." The student remained silent, turning on the sink at full blast and flushing the toilet. The student said in a ruffled voice, "I had a bad stomach ache. I can't really tell you." The sink and toilet watery sounds made her almost lose control of her orb of pee inside of her. Ms. Landers could not wait! She ran out of the lounge and down the hall to the handicap bathroom. There was no key needed, it locked from inside. She was just about there when Mrs. Alheart, a new teacher, young, hot, ran right past her in tight black pants, and black jacked, brown high heels, and pushed Landers out of the way to the ground. Landers grabbed her crotch, almost losing it. Alheart, before closing the bathroom door, said: "I'm so sorry!" Alheart started to bounce. "But I've been holding it all day. I can't wai-" she slammed the door and locked. Landers wanted to wait, but could not. She needed a bathroom like yesterday. She hurried down the hall, legs inwards at the knees, seeing the students, teachers, realizing in great fear she might have an accident in front of everyone again. She could lose everything, her job, friends, respect in the town. Her heart raced, and she reached one of the student restrooms. They had multiple stalls, and she went in. All four stalls had a member of the cheerleading squad standing in front. Landers begged, "Um, um girls, excuse me but I really, badly have to," as she rushed in the girls pushed her away one by one. "We see the way our boyfriends look at you all the time," a cheerleader said. Each one was a girlfriend of the omorashi obsessed teen boys. "This is not so much personal, but punishment. If making you wet yourself gets you tossed out of this school, I'm for it." The other girls nodded in agreement. Landers' heart raced faster. "What? But girls I...I...." one leg automatically crossed the other. She held herself, hopped in place. "Girls, pleasssse. I just signed a lease on the new apartment for another year. I can't lose this job." "Too bad," one of the cheerleaders said. Landers almost broke down in tears but started to feel it. Urine was breaking through. Her bladder had reached the max capacity and then some, so it was started to head out whether she liked it or not. She rushed at the stalls again fighting with all her might but the cheerleaders pushed her out. Right before she went back in someone grabbed her from behind. It was Principal Powers. An old, grumpy man. "Ms. Landers, I have been hearing talks you have been holding inappropriate positions in front of students." Landers said, "But sire, please I..." Powers said, "No no no, we need to talk." He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into this office, seating her across his desk. Ms. Landers was holding herself on her light-colored pants which would clearly show any leaks. She worried about the embarrassment. Her legs crossed waving around over the other. Powers went on to explain, "Now, whether it is from some urge of tendencies or not, you must know that-." Landers could not hear him. Her nerves were making her shake too much, and she felt her whole stomach start to expand. Her mouth was shut tight in a frown. She had to find a toilet, a bathroom, now! Powers said, "Understand, Ms. Landers?" Landers nodded in agreement to nothing she heard. "Good. Then you can go back to your room and rearrange everything. Should take the rest of the day. Do not stop until it is done." Landers stuttered, "Y-yes, ssssssssir. I just need to go to the bathroom very fast." "Absolutely not!" Powers said. Landers heart sank. "I asked you if you would forgo any bathroom or lunch trips the rest of the day to finish your room. You agreed." Landers could not believe it. Her own pain caused her demise. Oh, if only she had tried to focus better. Why is this happening to me? I don't deserve this....why!?!?" Powers followed her back to her room. This meant climbing up the stairs. She started to cry tears, knowing there was no way she could make it. "S-siirrr. Please. Just thirty seconds. I can't wait, I need the bathroom please." Right then, Mrs. Alheart, who stole the bathroom before, walked by in relief, drying her hands on cloth. "Ahh," Alheart said calmly. "Hey Ms. Landers. Thank you so much for letting me cut in front of you. It would have been humiliating to wet my pants in front of everyone." Principal Powers nodded. "Yes, indeed. I can't think of anything more career-crushing and humiliating." Landers looked through the shards of her tears. She felt like she could lose control of the body of yellow water inside of her any moment. Alheart tapped her foot heel, making a clapping sound on the floor. One of the OOD students came by and offered them some sparkling water. He said they were giving it to the teachers as a reward for being awesome. Principal Powers and Mrs. Alheart smiled. They took their cups as the student slowly poured it. Seeing the water pour, making a splashing sound, made Ms. Landers erupt into uncontrolled pain. She didn't know what to do. She blushed, tears ran down her face, knowing she was going to lose. She thought, I can't believe it is happening again. All I wanted to do was go pee. I'm going to have an accident, and everyone will see it. How could I lose my key, face the occupied restroom, those girls and--wait? Landers realized the boys from class had done all this. She thought she saw her key on one of them while in the halls. She went to her room, saw that the boys had left their backpacks in her class out of excitement to follow her and cause her to become desperate. An hour later, the boys picked up their backpacks, laughing at a turned around Landers as they walked out. She was smiling......with an empty bladder.....and dry pants. The boys went into the hall and swung their backpacks on and out came splashed of yellow, smelly pee. Students turned around and gasped. They assumed the boys peed themselves. They all pointed and laughed at them and Powers who walked by Landers room to tell her it looked great, saw the boys. "Dear sweet lord. You boys are coming with me. I want you after school, every day, for the next month. I'm going to teach you to learn how to control your bladders." he pulled the cruel boys away in defeat. Ms. Landers had won the war. DELETED SCENE:****************************************** Landers did not forget about Alheart. After she went in the backpacks, Landers placed strong glue meant to fix walls on Alheart's seat. She also cut up a few of her laxatives and mixed it in Alheart's coffee mug. When the final bell rung, Alheart's class left. Her belly then grumbled. It was pain of expansion, and she felt her butt opening up. Her bladder had also become full. Alheart got up but couldn't. She was glued to her chair. Her heart sank and she said, "Oh.......no." She could not even cross her legs due to the glue. She grabbed her crotch and bit her lip. She did not have much time. It was coming out. She tried pulling herself up using the computer. She tried swinging herself off by force. Nothing worked. Her stomach growled even louder. So loud students and teachers looked in her room. Alheart was humiliated. She put on a fake smile and said, "Oh.....h-hey everyone I-." An eruption of hot force filled her stomach. Her toes curled up on those high heels, tears rained from her eyes. She could not believe what was about to happen. Her phone rang. A familiar voice said over it: "Hey Alheart, revenge is either sweet or stinky like what you're about to do. There's glue remover under your desk.....if you can reach it in time." The voice hung up. Alheart looked underneath her desk. There it was: glue remover. She bent down which was agonizing as it only pushed on her waste, she reached out desperate to save herself. She was crying so hard. "Oh come on, please please! I can't soil myself." Poor Mrs. Alheart reached as far as she could but it did not work. She thought and envisioned people making fun of her, her next job finding out about her accident. What if kids recorded it? I can't pee or poop myself. I can't! She used her leg to kick it over. Then used her feet to grab and throw the bottle up. All this made the pressure inside 100x worse. She could feel the beast slipping through the cracks. She used the glue remover on her butt and it worked. Alheart was free. She dashed into the hall. "I'm gonna make it! I'm gonna make it. Yes!" Then, Landers came around the corner and opened the bathroom door, smiling. Alheart's throat dropped into itself. She fell into despair. Landers occupied the bathroom. Alheart fought the handle but it was too late. "No No No NO!" People watched, some in horror as the hot teacher had waste of all kinds leaking out from her waist, pants zipper, and heels. She cried so hard and covered her mouth and many laughed. "Oh my god....O....I......can't believe it." It was a mixture of brown and yellow, her belly deflated, she felt it. "Look, Mrs. Alheart is going in her pants!" many students laughed. Alhearts worst fear had come true. She really thought she had made it. But she didn't. She saw Landers behind her. Landers said, "You're turn." Alheart, crying so hard, said, "Wh-why? It's not fair." Landers remembered why she got fired from her last job. "Life is never fair." Alheart could see all the people circling her, laughing at her unfortunate event. She was so embarrassed. She ran away, waste still falling. ALTERNATE ENDING******************************************************************************* "Ahh," Alheart said calmly. "Hey Ms. Landers. Thank you so much for letting me cut in front of you. It would have been humiliating to wet my pants in front of everyone." Principal Powers nodded. "Yes, indeed. I can't think of anything more career-crushing and humiliating." Landers looked through the shards of her tears. She felt like she could lose control of the body of yellow water inside of her any moment. Alheart tapped her foot heel, making a clapping sound on the floor. One of the OOD students came by and offered them some sparkling water. He said they were giving it to the teachers as a reward for being awesome. Principal Powers and Mrs. Alheart smiled. They took their cups as the student slowly poured it. Seeing the water pour, making a splashing sound, made Ms. Landers erupt into uncontrolled pain. She didn't know what to do. She blushed, tears ran down her face, knowing she was going to lose. She thought, I can't believe it is happening again. All I wanted to do was go pee. I'm going to have an accident, and everyone will see it! Landers' legs were twisted. The student held a cup in front of Ms. Landers as well asking if she wanted. She shook her head very hard. But the student poured it slowly right in front of her face. She watched in horror as some drops even splashed her face. She felt her bladder moving around inside. Landers ran. Legs tight together, but ran. She had to make it to the bathroom, she just had to. She was not watching, and one of the OOD students spilled his water on purpose so she slipped. He caught Landers, but it caused her legs to spread and scared her. Her panties were hit, and people stared as her pants had a stain that went from small to huge in seconds. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Ms. Landers yelled. It spread out through under near her shoes. Pee even got on her shirt. She stunk and was soaked. No one deserved an accident this embarrassing. One of the boys said, "Dang, maybe we made her wait too long." Ms. Landers cried as it just kept coming out. Many of the girls ran away, the cheerleaders stood by nodding in victory. Principal Powers came by and looked outraged. "Ms. Landers! I can't believe this!" Landers cried and begged, "But sir......I......please, I-." "YOU'RE FIRED!!! And I'll make sure this incident stays on your record for any future interviews you may have." Landers could not believe her ears. She was still raining from her pants. She lost everything. People left as she fell to her knees in her own pee. Hands on face, crying in defeat.
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  42. Great thread, hope you like my post, I've been wetting for years in secret, think now I should start sharing :-) i took this vid tonight after reading this forum, these are screenshots hope you like
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  43. Here is a few photos of another custom video she made for me. I also bought the panties from her after the video, it is spectacular.
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  44. Maybe a repost, I don't know...
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  45. You check Joanna's class schedule, conveniently pinned to a small cork-board behind her door. It is currently "office hours", she should have finished an "Introduction to South-American Folklore" lecture ten minutes ago. She must have been slightly delayed, but presumably she'll be back any minute and as such you decide to just wait for her rather than leave Nita alone with the book. You and Nita sit in the hard plastic chairs facing Joanna's desk and chat about an upcoming Econ assignment. You are summarising Latvia's banking system, which is going much better than Nita's investigations into the banking practices of the Congo. Largely because she hasn't started. Then the office door opens behind you and you swivel your head to speak to Joanna. Whatever you were about to say dies in your mouth. She has very clearly just peed in her tan shorts. a obvious wet stain runs from her crotch down both legs. Your own bladder surges in a reminder that you aren't to old to join her. Your brain frantically races for the appropriate thing to say. Do you acknowledge her accident? Make a joke? Ignore it? What's the protocol for this kind of situation? Nita bails you out. "Hey Joanna! Sorry for waiting in your office but we found this book going through the book fair donations and thought that you might be able to tell us what it is?" She babbled just a little. Joanna turns back to the door to both lock it from the inside and hide a blush from you. She quickly moves to put her desk between herself and the two of you. "Hrmm... I don't believe I've ever heard of "Dunklezauber"... It's German for "Dark Magic"... more or less. She flicks through the pages before settling, seemingly at random on a page mostly taken up by a coloured illumination of two... creatures. One is a man, the other a woman, but they have great membranous wings, caprine horns, and what looks like claws. "The technique is astonishing, it can't antedate the Raphaelites... It isn't a dialect I speak but this page is clearly Romantic, Italic even. Maybe if I... She begin reading the page out loud in a low mumble. You have a sense of foreboding that this isn't going to end well. Suddenly the light in the room dim, flicker, and gutter out completely and you hear voices that definitely aren't either Joanna or Nita speaking a strange and malevolent tongue. But just as suddenly the light are bright again and Joanna is examining the book's binding. "I think it's a compilation. The pages clearly weren't scriven by the same author. They aren't even the same paper. Some redactor, probably a German from the cover, has put together a collection of older pages. But they are almost certainly very old unless this is a very cunning forgery. Thank you for bringing it to my attention girls. I'll see that it is fully investigated. The university definitely won't be selling it though." She is visibly excited, "However, if you'll excuse me, I have somethings to take care of..." It's a clear suggestion that you leave. After you have shut Joanna's door behind her you turn to Nita, "So are we going to talk about what happened back there?" "I know!" Nita widens her eyes, "She totally pissed herself! How awkward was that!" "Uh huh. Normally that would be the lede story of that encounter. But what about the lights going out and those creepy voices?" Nita stops and stares at you, "What?" "Wait, you didn't notice that?" "Well it didn't happen so..." You feel sick. That book did something, you're sure of it. "I need to pee. Now!" You blurt. "So go pee." Nita shrugs. That night you are working on your Latvia assignment and trying not to think about "The Book" when Nita walks into your room without knocking. "Hey! How come you aren't ready?" She is unimpressed. You look at her blankly. "Alex's party? You promised you'd come." She is emphatic. Nitaesque. You don't really feel like a party. And Alex is a douche. But maybe it'd help get your mind off things... And keep Nita onside. To go to the party turn to page 48 To stay home and learn about Latvian economics turn to page 101
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  46. "Um, sure. We'll drop it off with Joanna," You agree. "You don't seem super enthused?" Nita narrows her eyes at you. "Don't you think this book is pretty damn amazing?" "Yeah... It's cool." You don't feel like sharing your misapprehensions about the book with Nita. "I'm just really busting for a wee." She sticks her tongue out at you. "Me too. But lets see what Joanna knows about the book first." Once Nita gets an idea in her head it's often easier to just get out of the way. You lock the door behind you and make your way to Associate Professor Hodge's office. It's unlocked, like usual. She's the type of lecturer who has a perpetual open door policy. The building was built in the 70's, a "masterpiece" of brutalism; all blocky weather-stained concrete and uncleanable glass windows. Not Joanna's aesthetic in the slightest. Still, she had done her best to soften her office with exotic rugs, hand-woven wall hangings, and rows of leaning bookshelves stuffed with interesting looking tomes. She wasn't behind the University issue pine and aluminium desk covered with fetishes and ceramics. "Should we just leave the book with a note? Or do you want to wait for her?" Nita asks you. You want to go pee before you end up embarrassing yourself. That's what you want to do. Still... you don't entirely want to leave the book with Nita. You love her, but she is pretty erratic and impulsive. To leave the book on Joanna's desk with a note turn to page 81 To wait until Joanna returns to her office turn to page 99 To go to the toilet and leave Nita waiting until Joanna returns to her office turn to page 22 To take the book back to your room to investigate yourself turn to page 77
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  47. "Don't make other people do work you can do for yourself." Mum always said that as well. Besides, this could be the box that contains something really cool! Yep, just keep telling yourself that. It's mostly Wiccan books. Their copyright pages place most of them from the 70's, give or take. Mostly first editions; though contrary to popular belief that doesn't really mean much. A book that no one has ever heard of is worthless regardless of scarcity. The Virgin of the World by Trismegistus, Demonology and Witchcraft by Robbins, Magick in Theory and Practice by Crowley. Ooh, you've heard of him! That one could be a good find. Really any of them could be. You aren't one of those chicks who wear feathers in their hair and dance around in a circle for Samhain. You move the Wiccan books over a few at a time to the pile on the table. "Whoa! You hit the mother-load?" Nita exclaims. "Maybe... Wiccan stuff. It can be worth something right?" "Sometimes." Nita agrees but goes back to tossing dodgy thrillers into an already sorted box. Checking each book's copyright page means the last box takes rather longer than you'd anticipated and you begin to regret not nipping off to the loo before you started. But the box is almost empty so you just cross your legs and put it out of your mind. The final book has no copyright page. It's cover looks like a deep brown leather, but not like any leather you've seen before and the title looks like it might have been applied with a brand. It isn't in English. German maybe? It doesn't even appear to be printed. The pages look to have been hand-inked. Most of them are illustrated. You flip through the book. You feel somehow drawn to it. The rest of the world; the stifling heat, the cicadeal drone, your nagging bladder, all fade into the background. Maybe you should read some out loud? To read aloud the page entirely in scratchy black ink with the drawing of a hanged man turn to page 52 To read aloud the page in looping black ink with the drawing of a... mermaid? turn to page 112 To read aloud the page in cramped red ink covered with occult looking symbols turn to page 18 To shut the book and put in with the other interesting books on the table turn to page 34 To shut the book and show it to Nita turn to page 56
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  48. Omo RP Starter? :)

    From the album: Some Stuff I did (OCs)

    Fun Fact: this one was originally an RP starter. :P
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  49. Yeah, wonder how many AB/DL women do that, would conveniently deal with everything at once, but changes might be messier I guess...
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