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  1. Heyyy everyone!!! It feels like it's been ages since I've written anything, but to make up for it, I have my crowning pee achievement so far!! I FINALLY ATTEMPTED A URINAL!!! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed doing it (though I hope it's a bit less messy for you )!! Now that I've proofread everything, I recognize I may have gotten a little carried away in my excitement and may have written a little too much! If you're just here for the pee and don't want the background/buildup, skip right to paragraphs 8 and 9! So, it was my birthday yesterday (technically, since it's the wee hours of the morning now) and I decided I was going to do something really awesome to celebrate the big 2.4. As it turns out, the surrounding circumstances were perfect. My parents live in another city pretty far away, but they like to have everybody back home for the holidays, which works out really nicely because I, in turn, get to have everybody around when I celebrate growing older. They don't have a super big place, but they invite a bunch of us, so many end up in a nearby hotel. I could've taken my childhood room, of course, but I like to have my own space at the end of the day (and who doesn't want free room service?), so I opted for the hotel and let someone else have my old room. It was a full night of celebration with family, which was nice, but I knew in the back of my mind that I was going to do something...taboo...afterward, so I drank tons of water for the last few hours. Toward the end, I was going to the bathroom so much that my sister teased me, saying I must have a UTI or something. Little did she know what was really going on . To cut to the chase, it was about 1AM when we all went our separate ways to turn in for the night. Everybody else who was staying at the hotel had gone back around 11 to go to bed, so I didn't have to worry about an awkward encounter with a family member. I peed, like a normal good girl, in the toilet before I headed out, then hopped into my car and drove to the hotel, about 15 minutes away. A few nights before, I scouted the place out to see what opportunities may be available. I was in luck. In a wing off of the lobby, there was a small bar/recreation room tucked away. It wasn't particularly crowded even during the day, so at night, it was always totally deserted. Drinks always equate to urination, so there were two nearby bathrooms: A women's room and, more importantly, a men's room. I was already surging with excitement by the time I pulled into the parking lot. I pulled my keys out of the ignition and dropped them. When I leaned over the pick them up, I noted that my hands were trembling as a result of both the cold and my adrenaline. I drank sufficiently enough to have a mild urge to pee from just the brief trip over, but I wanted to let it build a bit before committing. First, I went up to my room and dropped off all of my things. The corridors were, thankfully, totally vacant. Everything was going perfectly. Afterward, I snuck around the hotel to ensure the cleaning crew wasn't going to be an issue. The only people I saw were the employees at the front desk in the lobby. These activities managed to burn through another 10 or so minutes, so I definitely had to go now. I dashed to the recreation center with a ridiculous grin on my face. There it was. I froze and stared at the door to the men's room for a brief moment, still smiling stupidly. I'm really glad nobody walked in at that moment because it probably would've been pretty creepy! With a final glance around I charged at the door, half expecting it to be locked because everything else had gone so smoothly. To my delight, it wasn't! It's a weirdly surreal feeling to be in the restroom of the opposite sex. On one hand, you know it's just four walls with some porcelain fixtures and it shouldn't be a big deal. On the other hand, it's amazing to rebel against the social behavior that has been drilled into you your entire life. The door shut quietly behind me and I soaked in what was before me as if I were looking at a beautiful sunset rather than some appliances intended to collect urine. Maybe this description is a bit extreme, but to be fair, it was at least much cleaner than the other men's room I visited before . There were two stalls, two sinks, and two urinals. My options certainly were open, but anybody can pee in a stall or into sink on any day. I was here for the urinals, but an unexpected choice presented itself: The tall one or the short one? Before picking one, I checked to see if I could lock the door, just as an extra precaution. Unfortunately, I couldn't, but I wasn't about to let that stop me. My bladder was becoming quite vocal and I was about to relieve it into one of these urinals. I probably put too much consideration into which urinal to use, but I wanted to make sure my "first time" was just right . With my jeans still in place, I stood in front of each one and put my crotch over the protruding lip, contemplating. Despite having practiced hundreds of times in the shower, I had no idea what I was doing--even setting aside the fact that my later practice runs were a moderate success at best. Undeterred, I finally picked the taller one, figuring it would be easier to align myself and that there was less distance for something to go terribly wrong. My hands were shaking as I undid my jeans. I clearly wasn't going to be a marksman tonight. I slid my pants and panties down below my knees, baring my butt toward the rest of the bathroom. How awkward would it be for someone to walk in now? I thought, but quickly dismissed. I spread my legs a little and put my lady bits over the lip of the urinal, trying to gauge just how to manage this. This isn't going to work. I crouched in front of the urinal to undo my shoes so I could full remove my pants and panties. Wearing nothing but socks from my waist down, I clumsily traipsed across the men's room, praying nobody would walk in as I flashed my vulva all around, and put my clothes onto the counter by the sinks. I returned to the urinal for my second aiming attempt. I really had to go now. I huddled as closely as I could to the urinal, spread my legs a bit more, and thrust my hips forward, being extra careful not to come into contact with the porcelain. This awkward position only emphasized my trembling. I tried a few other positions including propping my leg up on the privacy divider and approaching it from an angle, but nothing really seemed fail-proof. Knowing I needed to pick before either my bladder decided for me or somebody walked in on this insanity (or worse, both), I opted for spread legs and forward hips. I've seen pictures and videos of superwomen who are able to pee practically like a guy, but I figured round 1 wasn't going to be quite that graceful for me. With my legs spread unnaturally widely, my hips thrust uncomfortably far forward, and my whole body trembling, I moved my hands to my lady bits. Using both hands, I delicately spread my labia, hoping to clear the path of any obstruction. Without being able to see down there, however, I had no clue what I was doing. "Well, here goes," I muttered to myself and bit my lip. Nothing happened. Despite having to pee really badly and applying pressure to my muscles below, I couldn't even produce a drop. If I have to stand here until my bladder gives in to fatigue, I don't care. I am going to use this urinal! I stood there for what felt like hours, listening to the ticking of my watch shatter the silence every second. My legs were getting sore from being in such a strange position, but finally, a jolt of pee spat into my target! I giggled loudly like a little girl before remembering where I was and shutting up. It was only a brief spurt, but it was enough to get things moving. Before long, it was spurt after spurt and, at last, a steady stream. I was amazed at myself! It was ridiculous, but glorious! Here I was, AT LAST, totally butt-naked from the waist down, with the exception of my socks, totally exposed, in the middle of the men's room, my hips pushed forward, with my urethra shooting pee into a URINAL!! I couldn't see what was happening below, but it seemed to be working! Warm, clear urine cascaded from between my legs and spattered satisfyingly into the fixture below. This urinal was tall enough that I felt a warm mist deflecting back up onto my hands and crotch, but I was too afraid to adjust (guys, do you ever experience this?). It wasn't perfect, of course. The occasional drop would dribble onto one of my thighs and my fingers were dampened every now and then, but I was too engrossed in what I was accomplishing to care. It wasn't long, however, before my trembling and muscle fatigue began to get the best of me. What was the occasional stray drop quickly became the occasional stray spurt. Regardless, I was extremely proud of myself for attempt #1. That is, until I heard a noise behind me. I was so enthralled, I forgot I was in a position of potential immense embarrassment. I immediately shot my head around to see who was there. This, of course, threw off everything down below. My "aim" went awry and one of my fingers slipped, causing my urine flow to become obstructed. At this stage in the game, there was no stopping the train of urine now cascading rapidly down my legs, drenching my socks, and pooling onto the once-clean floor. So many things were happening at once, I nearly lost track. In the brief second I glanced behind me, I noted that there was nobody there...the sound I'd heard was a creak of the building. I literally just peed all over myself because the building was settling . With relief on that account, I diverted back to the new disaster: remedying the mess between my legs. Honestly, there was no point. The damage was done and I might as well have finished urinating all over myself, but in the spur of the moment, I wanted to fix it. I quickly pulled back my labia again, this time soaking my hands pretty thoroughly and splattering fluid all over both the interior and exterior of the urinal. After a brief struggle and a big mess, I finally managed to regain control for the last few seconds of stream, proudly finishing up with a few solid spurts straight into the urinal...as my legs glistened with evidence of my failure. My heart was pounding tremendously. I surveyed the disaster. When I finally took it all in, I laughed hysterically and probably physically glowed with pride. I glanced around for paper towels to begin cleaning myself up. Shoot. They didn't have any. After probably half a roll of toilet paper, I was dry. I made my way back to the sink where my clothes were, my head practically divided into two with a smile. Before grabbing my clothes, I stepped back far enough to see down to my knees in the mirror. I relished in seeing female anatomy in such proximity to a urinal (it never gets old!). For good measure, figuring a little more mess wouldn't make a big difference, I spread my legs and let out another spurt of pee--what had managed to collect in the few minutes I used to clean up--onto the floor. It was funny to see it from a third person perspective. I wiped myself dry again, washed my hands (as if it made a difference with my lower half having been totally soaked in bladder juices moments before), and begrudgingly donned my clothes, sans socks. Not wanting to leave the site of my triumph, I paced back to the urinal for one last look. There was a lot of urine beneath it and the outer side of the lip was splattered with pee. It looked like some drunk guy didn't even try to hit the mark. I quivered with excitement and finally departed, not encountering a single soul on my journey back to my room. I was unbelievably turned on. I wanted to pee all over everything and pleasure myself like there was no tomorrow, but I saved it until I got a warm bath ready, in which I alternated between masturbating and peeing directly in the water whenever I accrued anything in my bladder. I, of course, showered after to get properly cleaned, and then immediately came to my computer to write this up. I hope you all enjoyed it!!! I can still hardly believe I FINALLY DID IT!!!!!
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  2. I’m still new on here so I apologize if I’m not great at writing stories yet but I have enjoyed reading everyone else’s so I thought I should contribute what happened to me last week. As a background I’m 5’5” 135 pounds and a gymnast so I’m pretty athletically built. I have brown hair & hazel eyes and I was wearing black skinny jeans, tall black boots, no panties, and a cream sweater. Anyways, it was a pretty typical morning and I had not planned on holding today. I got up, got ready and went to work as a receptionist for my half day shift. I drank two 32 oz water bottles throughout my shift. It was only a half day so I was leaving work at noon. I didn’t realize I had to pee as it was a busy day until I stood up and walked outside into the cold. Even so I was only about a 6/10 which isn’t bad at all so I decided not to go back inside to pee and instead headed to the salon where I was meeting my friend to get our toes done. I grabbed a 24 oz Red Bull Italian soda from my favorite coffee shop on the way as a pick me up. When I arrived I had planned on using the bathroom before I sat down in the massage chair but when I walked in the lady motioned me over to the chair next to the one Katie was already sitting in. I was too shy to ask to be shown to the bathroom when she seemed to be in a hurry and didn’t speak great English. I sat down and figured I would be desperate but I could definitely make it through the 30-40 minute pedicure. I finished off my red bull pretty quickly. My desperation was growing faster than I thought and the nail technicians had not even gotten too us yet. They were just letting us wait in the massage chairs with our feet soaking in the hot water. I could feel every movement of the massage chair in my bladder but didn’t turn it off knowing Katie would be suspicious if I turned it off. I’ve always wanted to tell her about my fetish but never have been able to so I didnt want her to know how badly I had to pee. My desperation was a 7-8/10 and just as I was going to work up the courage to ask for a towel to dry my feet so I could go pee the woman sat in front of my chair and asked my color and got too work. I turned my massage chair off at this point as the vibrations on my bladder were too much. I enjoy holding usually but did not want to have a public accident. My sweater covered the button and zipper portion of my jeans so I was able to unbutton my jeans while Katie was choosing a color and not paying attention to me. This provided a little bit of relief. Still I was fighting the urge to squirm in my chair and I was starting to get sweaty palms as I do when I get really desperate and nervous I might not be able to hold it. Each time she had me move a foot in and out of the water I shifted a little to hold it in. I wasn’t wearing panties so I knew any leak would show on my jeans. Finally she was putting the top coat on my nails. Unfortunately it’s winter here so I knew I would be stuck for awhile longer since my toes had to completely dry to go back in boots. Katie had finished about ten minutes before me and she was getting her fingernails done also so she was now at a station across the room and my nail tech was gone so I allowed myself one quick grab under my jeans and also undid the zipper. I would say I was at an 8/10 now and that grab also turned me on so now I was extremely desperate in public and turned on. Oh how I wished I could make it home so I could have more fun with it but I thought there was no way I could make it home. Finally she told me I could put my shoes on and motioned me to the counter to pay. I shifted side to side on my feet hoping it wasn’t noticeable and quickly gave them my card. I said a quick goodbye to Katie and headed out into the lobby where the bathroom they shared with other businesses were located across the hall. As soon as I was in the hall I could finally hold myself as no one was around. I reached the bathroom finally and reached for the door but it was locked. I knocked and heard a woman’s voice say occupied. I knew I couldn’t just stand there pee dancing in the hall so I headed to my car. As soon as the cold air hit me a small spurt shot into my jeans. I quickly got in the car knowing it would be a short 10 minute drive home and I could make it. I sat on a hand size towel I keep in my car to clean up spills or anything. Knowing I could not ruin my seats I could only let out one or two spurts on the small towel. I shoved my right hand in my jeans as I pulled out and surprisingly the pressure helped a lot. Continuing to hold and massage with my right hand I realized how turned on I was but knew that finishing would mean instantly peeing myself. I cannot cum with a full bladder and not release it. So I took my hand away and continued squirming in my seat for the last few minutes. As soon as I pulled into the driveway I jumped out of the car and did a pee dance trying to wait for the garage to open. Another long leak came out. I ran holding myself to the bathroom I couldn’t even get my pants down before I started peeing walking into the bathroom so I got into the bathtub as it streamed out of me. It felt so good to let go I couldn’t help but massaging my sore bladder and then clit as I peed in my jeans until I had one of the best climaxes I’ve ever had. I was just happy I made it out of the nail salon and didn’t ruin my car seats. Thanks for reading everyone! I would love to here your feedback so I can use it in future stories since this was my first one :)
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  3. Just curious, if you don’t like a topic of a thread, why click on it?
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  4. I felt the first stirrings of my bladder as my friend and I moved another inch forward in the line for the ski lift. It was a few years back now and we had both decided to take a weekend trip to go skiing and catch up, since it had been awhile since we last saw each other. Day one, Friday evening, had been great. We’d sipped hot chocolate, laughed, skied, and generally enjoyed getting back up to speed with what was going on in each other’s lives. My usually weak and trouble-causing bladder had behaved all day and overall I was feeling really good about the trip. Now Saturday had arrived and with it the most brutal of weekend crowds. We had tried not to let it get us down, choosing more difficult and taller slopes to go down so fewer people would be present. While it gave us more time to talk it also meant long lines for everything. Long lines for getting our ski passes, long line for the ski lift, and most importantly, long line for the bathroom. I know the risks that come with being at high altitude, skiing, and not paying attention to how hydrated or hungry you were. So, as the responsible human being I thought I was, I made sure to drink plenty of water both during our lunch break and in between runs down the slopes. It started with a bottle of water as we checked in. I sipped on it in line for our pass, again when we sat down in the lounge to gear up, and again after I had slipped my gray snow pants up over my equally gray yoga pants. My packing had been done in somewhat of a rush so the panties I was wearing were an old, white pair, making them just a bit tighter than I normally wear mine. Honestly, it was a disaster waiting to happen. By the time we were done getting dressed up in all our gear I had finished that water bottle and started a new one. Another one was gone shortly after our first run down and so on and so forth until we get to where I began this story. In that god damn ski lift line. Typically, my bladder goes straight from “probably fine” to “you need to pee right now!” and I was somewhat pleasantly surprised to realize it had alerted me before it was urgent. The pleasant quality soon faded once I looked back and realized how far in line we were. There was no way I could step out of line to run to the bathroom. My only way out was through. We weren’t too far from the front anyway so I figured it would be fine. By the time we finally loaded onto the lift I was trying my best not to squirm. Eventually I gave up on that notion and began to wiggle in my seat as subtly as I could. Unfortunately, as anyone else who’s been skiing knows, ski lifts are often rickety at best and every move tends to jostle them. My constant fidgeting was causing the lift to swing just that bit more and it was enough to alert my friend to my situation. “You have to pee don’t you” she said, her voice teasing. “Maybe...” I blushed and looked away from her, suddenly finding the skiers to my right so very interesting. “I should have known,” she laughed, “you’ve got the bladder of a little kid and you’ve been sucking down water like a dying man in a desert all day.” “Oh fuck off! It’s not even that bad” I lied, stilling my motions. She shrugged, throwing her hands up in a gesture of surrender but the shit eating grin on her face didn’t go away. Without squirming my options were limited. I knew that the slope we planned to take was a long one so I decided to grit my teeth and try a new tactic of holding I rarely ever resorted to. I took a deep breath and released a tiny bit into my panties. I felt the fabric dampen a fraction and immediately shut off the flow in instinct but I braved myself again. I slowly let out super after spurt until my crotch was quite warm but I believed I kept it contained to my panties before shutting off the stream for good. After an initial intense wave that came from my bladder’s distress at being cut off, I found myself feeling better. I wasn’t completely better but it was enough for me to get down the slope. At least I hoped so, because there was no way I could release more without doing too much damage to my yoga pants to recover. We finally were off the ski lift and began our descent, my friend and I raced down rapidly and for a moment my need was forgotten. Right up until my ski got caught on something, causing me to wipe out hard. My friends and I had never concerned ourselves too much with wipeouts, although we probably should have. In our minds it was a part of the sport and the bumps and bruises just meant for good stories later. As such, my friend only shot me an apologetic grin, the worry disappearing from her face the minute I threw her a thumbs up. As I landed, however, I had felt my bladder release once more. I quickly clamped it off but not before feeling my crotch grow warmer again and, to my horror, my ass as well. I figured as long as I didn’t let any more escape and kept my snow pants on until we left, my pants would dry and my friend would be none the wiser. I finished the run, bladder momentarily switching out the alarm bells for just ever present tingles, and approached my friend. “I won’t lie to you, I expected you to wet yourself on the ski life or at the very least the slopes” she told me sheepishly. I scoffed, pretending to be offended to hide the fact that in a way she was right. “Yea I know, I know. You’re a grown woman and can handle your own bladder but don’t pretend it’s such a foreign idea. You’ve nearly wet yourself at least 3 times before when we’ve been hanging out.” I blushed at the memories of the times she’d been referring to. Distinctly recalling each episode until my bladder reminded me that think of times I’d left my panties damp or dripping was only worsening my current need. I guess my indignation and possibly my discomfort showed on my face because before I could respond my friend was waving me off. “Yea I know, you sure showed me. I think the bathroom is over there,” She pointed behind her and I nodded before walking over to join the line. I rounded the corner only to find the line was long, at least 10 people ahead of me. I groaned but, upon checking in with my bladder, found it still only tingled thanks to my leaking on the lift and the slope. I tried to recall how many stalls there were in the bathroom and nearly groaned again when I could only remember there being 2 or 3. Overall, I wasn’t too worried because really, 10 people wasn’t that many and my bladder was fine. The line seemed to move at a snail’s pace and I maintained my arrogance for awhile but with 7 people still ahead of me I began to grow nervous, shifting from side to side and biting my lower lip in concern. The line behind me had also grown long and while a few women appeared to be just as bad as I was, the majority seemed to be holding it together. I envied their strength as I went to unfasten my snow pants, hoping this would ease some of the pressure off my bladder and make it faster to remove them when my time finally came. Only 2 people ahead of me and I was right back to desperate. I was squirming, hand buried in my snow pants to grab my crotch as I shifted from side to side, bent at the waist. Finally I was next in line and as I heard a flush from one of the stalls I was equally in agony from the sound and relieved at what it signified. But then a young girl, couldn’t have been older than her last year of high school, raced from a few spots back to in front of me. She clearly was there to spectate and enjoy the lounge instead of ski, judging by her attire. She was wearing light wash jeans and a sweater, the classic snow bunny with her boots on but she was dancing as frantically as I am with a white knuckle grip on her crotch. “Please please please please let me go first!” She begged. I wanted so badly to tell her to go to hell and return to her spot in line so badly. As I opened my mouth to do exactly that I noticed first the tears in her eyes and then the slowly spreading wet stain spreading from her crotch. I bit back my harsh response and nodded, even as her developing accident made the likelihood of me joining her exponentially greater. She thanked me, rushing to the now open stall and ripping her pants and panties down. I could hear her sigh relief and the sound of a forceful streaming hitting the toilet bowl. I wanted to scream. I was happy I’d given the girl relief because she clearly had much more in her system than what had already been staining her jeans when she first pleaded with me, but my own bladder was leaking constantly now and the next stall had yet to open. I heard a flush and before I could react any other way my bladder decided that meant I must already be on the toilet. I was pissing myself. There was no way of sugar coating it and as the stall door opened and I rushed my way to the stall, my movements slow and clunky from my ski boots, part of me knew it was too late. While I had unbuttoned my snow pants I hadn’t unzipped them. As piss rushed its way into my leggings, straight through the soaked panties that clinged to me even more due to their initial tightness, my hands slipped and fumbled with the zipper. I pressed my forehead to the cold metal of the stall door as I eventually gave up. I pulled down my snow pants to assess the damage, noticing that the inside was glistening with my fluids and that per had polled in the bottom by my feet. My pants were unsalvageable. It was bad enough the material was such a light shade, a wet spot was inevitable. One of this magnitude? It was so obvious that I’m sure astronauts would have been able to peer down and see that I had soaked myself. The tightness of my panties had kept the piss trapped against me for longer than my panties usually would, so the stain rose far up my ass, nearly to my waistline. The front faired no better with a similar stain centering on my crotch. There was no bullshitting that I had sat in something. I had obviously and undeniably wet myself. The stain extended all the way down my legs in a long arch and I sighed. I used toilet paper to pat down my dripping panties, soaked leggings, and the insides of my snow pants as best I could before pulling everything back up and exiting the stall. In my embarrassment I had forgotten entirely about the line of other poor women, and the next desperate woman to race past me shot me a glare as she darted into stall I had just been occupying. I washed my hands and noticed in the mirror that right along the seam of my snow pants where my crotch was was a darker patch. My piss had leaked through the stitching to stain the section there. It was small, barely noticeable if one wasn’t looking for it, but it was enough to have me nervous. Embarassed but thinking I could at least avoid total humiliation since it would likely dry before we left, I rejoined my friend. “Better?” She asked, unaware of my plight. “Yea” I said tightly, my mind wandering briefly to the stain on my crotch. We skied awhile longer and I didn’t even look at, let alone drink, another bottle of water the whole time, worried about a repeat performance. Eventually we grew tired and decided it was time to go. Although I had enjoyed my time with my friend, despite the accident, I was ready to leave. My wet leggings and panties had long gone clammy and cold, and I was eager to change into dry clothes once I got home. We dusted the snow off our jackets and snow pants and kicked off our boots. I stood, unbuttoned my snow pants, unzipped them and had begun to pull them down when I froze, my leggings coming to light for the first time since my accident earlier. The entire time I’d been skiing I had assumed they would dry by now. I had no other game plan for getting out of this unnoticed. But faced with my crotch, bent over, snow pants halfway down my thighs, I had realized I was so very, very wrong. Sure, my leggings were no longer dripping, but that was about all that could said. The stain was no longer pitch black but it was still very dark and very visible and before I could even begin to formulate an excuse my friend looked over to me, curious as to why I had stopped replying to her in our conversation. “Oh shit.....” she muttered lowly, as a few others noticed and snickered as they passed by. I wanted to die on the spot, cheeks positively flaming. I knew there was no helping it as I pushed my snow pants the rest of the way down, revealing the full extent of the damage. “I thought you said you made it to the bathroom” my friend trailed off. “Technically I did. I was in a stall but, erm, I wet myself before I could get out of my snow pants” I sheepishly explain, looking anywhere but her. Most people simply avoided making eye contact with me without comment. We gathered our things and awkwardly made our way out the door and to our cars, my wet leggings on full display. It was the most humiliating walk of shame and my goodbye with my friend was awkward to say the least. We still talk and the story is behind us now. She never told anyone else and now it’s just something she teases me for and we laugh about. In the moment though? I wanted nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
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  5. I've been looking for poop desperation videos (mainly on tumblr) and was wondering if anyone has either done the same or actually found some
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    I've got one last little comic to share before the year is over, in this story a girl named Carla puts off her need to relieve herself because she feels bad for the dog she had to keep in the crate while she was out. But this dog is unpredictable and putting off her bladder's needs turns into a grave mistake. This one is another short tale I stretched into 12 pages. You get the usual high resolution version and smaller copy, and while I may upload a censored version later if requested in order to beef it up I through in a lot of naked peeing views so there's a fair bit of NUDITY. Well I hope you enjoy this as much as the other comics from 2017 and look forward to more desperation and accident adventures next year! The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2596
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  7. Hi everyone some people here told me that they was interested about stories where i was desperate for pee and i just made it to the toilet So today I thought that I will share this one with you... im sorry for my bad English It’s happened 10 years ago when I was 18 years… its was winter and Its was during my first year at the university. I was living in the dorm of the campus so my room was very close to the university so for lunch time I always come at my room for eat because I don’t really like eat at the cafeteria since there a lot of people and noise. This day, like every day I going at my room and ate my lunch and drink water while checking my facebook and email.. Anyway before return at class I of course go to bathroom… I always go to bathroom before going out because I don’t want to have to pee somewhere that its could be hard to find bathroom, it’s just an habit so… I going at my class everything goes well except that I started to need to pee just about 15 min after the class was started!! I don’t understand why I already needed to pee since I were going to bathroom before the class and I was don’t drink much then usually. At first I ignore my need to pee and tried to stay concentrated at the lesson. Though my need to pee grow quickly and the lesson same to be interminable… of course we were allow to go out anytime if we need bathroom or whatever… but im a very shy girl and for me its was out of question to get up and leave the class! So I tried my best to held it for the rest of the lesson… Since im very shy and don’t want nobody noticed that I had to go so I just held it with squeezing my thighs together under the table and I was a bit squirmy on my chair!! Anyway the lesson was finally end and I was happy to end up be able to go to bathroom. Though in my way for the bathroom I passed in front of the secretary office and since I had some paper to sign there I thought that I will do it quickly. It’s was an error because I had to wait like seemed me an eternity before it was my turned. At this point I was so desperate that I think it’s was maybe a good idea to told to the secretary that I have to go to the bathroom and I will come back after but my shyness prevent me for saying that.. I thought that I was about to pee my pants right there. Despite of that I waited for sign these papers. I was pretty squirmy and hoped nobody noticed that I have to pee! When I was done in the secretary office I walk right to my room for finally be able to pee… I walked quickly and I feel that I could lose it in any time but I still thinking that I can make it at my room. Though when I passed where the bathroom were in the hall I feel a little leak in my panties and I knew that I will never make it at my room. I then turn back and going in this bathroom. I quickly pull down my jeans and panties that were a bit wet after my leak and I peed for probably more than minute, it’s felt so good to finally being able to empty my bladder. After I come back at my room and I realized that I’ve been close to have an accident and that I would never make it if I were not go in this bathroom in the hall way Even though its happened 10 years ago i remember this day as well as is was yesterday and i think i will remember it for long time because i like thinking about it and i also like to fantasize about what would have happened if i would wet myself
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  8. Alright so this is my first crack at male desperation. It was done as a request and I'm eager to please. Hope ya'll enjoy! Chris sat in his geometry class, the equations the teacher was spouting whizzing over his head as he tried to concentrate on a different kind of problem. Chris was tan, muscular boy in his senior year of high school. He was quite popular. Girls loved him, boys wanted to be him (and some even to be loved by him) and he always dressed extremely fashionably. Today he wore straight blue skinny jeans, regular old converse sneakers, and a white tee shirt with a twenty-one-pilot’s logo on the front. Chris normally had no issues in his life. Rich family gets you that now days. But there was a big issue on his mind right now. He had to poop really fucking badly. Chris tried to trace back why this was happening as he squirmed in his seat. He had eaten a normal breakfast, lucky charms and a bagel. He thought harder as he pressed his firm ass into the metal chair under him, his stomach gurgling a bit. “I normally can hold it all day… why is this happening now!” He mumbled. Let’s see… lucky charms. It dawned on Chris suddenly. His drink. Normally he just had a glass of water but this morning he tried the orange juice that had been in the fridge for a while. He didn’t even check the expiration date! And now he was paying for it. Chris crossed his legs tight under him and bounced a little. He raised his hand and asked to go to the water fountain, too afraid to mention the bathroom allowed. The teacher, being favorable towards Chris, allowed him to go. He got up, placed his hands in his pockets, and walked out, his ass cheeks stiff behind him. “This is fantastic! Get this on film now!” Jack said to his camera man. Jack and his buddy Erin were doing a journalistic investigation into the dirty toilet in the high school. Jack and Erin were two, simple looking seniors, Jack being blond and Erin being a brown-haired nobody. Jack was mortified with how dirty the toilets were (even though they really weren’t that bad.) “Do you see this stain mark! Ladies and gentlemen, I tell you this is terrible!” Jack said into the camera. Just then the men’s room door swung open. Nick was a gentle man, skinny with black curly hair. He wore a plain white gym shirt with black shorts and a pair of black flip flops. All was usually well for Nick, except for the fact he was furiously grabbing his cock in an effort to not piss himself as he burst into the men’s room. He had to piss extremely badly. Not only had Nick forgot his usually morning pee, but he drank way too much during gym class and he had to go NOW! He flew past the door and up to a urinal when suddenly he was grabbed around the waist making a quick spurt fly from his cock into his pants. Jack was the one holding back Nick. “Hey! Were filming in here! Get away!” He said as he pulled nick from the urinal. “B-What But!” Nick stammered as he was thrust away from the relief he desperately craved. “No buts! You cannot contaminate our investigative reporting with your piss!” Jake said before shoving Nick from the bathroom. Nick crossed his legs outside the bathroom door, a hand clasped around his cock through his shorts trying desperately to keep his flood at bay. Just then he spotted Chris to his right walking up. “O-Oh Hey Chris” Nick stammered trying to look a little more normal by straightening up. “Hey Bud. Uh…. Something going on in here?” Chris said anxiously. His ass cheeks were pushed tight together as he held in his own load. “I don’t know man! Two jerks are in there filming shit and- And they wont let me piss!” Nick shuddered as he pushed harder into his crotch. “Ah… I see. Well. Let me talk to them.” Chris walked up to the bathroom door and peaked in. “Ey boys, what’s the hold up.” He asked Jack. “Were doing an investigat-“ Jack tried to say before getting cut off. “Yeah cut to the chase how long is this gunna be” Chris said bouncing a little in place. “Well for you pretty boy I think I can manage the end of the day, hows that?” Jake said in the snarkiest tone he could muster. “That fucker” Chris muttered walking away. He couldn’t make a big deal and let the people around him know he had to poop. He just couldn’t. Nick was bouncing furiously next to him, he didn’t want to turn out to be like him. So he decided to go back to class. “I can hold it… Im a big guy cmon now…” He murmured as he big farewell and good luck to his friend, and walked back to class. As he reached the doorway to his classroom, he grimaced as a new feeling fell upon him, a need to pee. Just as Chris was getting back to class someone new was rushing to the men’s room. A guy by the name of Paul, kind of nerdy guy with glasses, blond hair. He was just coming out of volleyball practice with black shorts, a red shirt, and a pair of flip flops and he desperately had to pee. Being he had been playing his sport he was drinking a lot of water and it all had rushed to his bladder. The stupid stalls in the locker rooms were always broken so here he was, rushing to the bathroom inside the school trying not to wet himself. As Paul raced into the bathroom, he heard a voice behind him telling him to stop, but he paid it no mind. However, as he pushed his was to a urinal Jack grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Not so fast buddy, were doing an investigative piece here! You can’t just piss all over it!” Now, why Jack didn’t just throw Paul out like he did Nick, Jack didn’t even know. Maybe he was just feeling vindictive. He pushed Paul into a stall and sat him down on the toilet. Paul was stunned, his need to pee clouding his judgment. All he wanted was to spray his piss somewhere not in his pants. He sat holding himself as Jake started to talk. “So, Paul is it? If you answer our questions you can pee. Simple right?” Jake said. Paul nodded quickly. Fuck he just wanted to pee. And sitting on a toilet made it worse. As all this was going on inside the bathroom someone else was trying to get in from the outside. Nico, a tall brown haired, football player type guy, was bouncing outside trying to get into the bathroom. He wore a blue hoodie, white shorts and flip flops. “Erin hold that door shut” Jake shouted, and Erin obliged, pushing his weight against the door to keep it from opening. “H-Hey! Let me in dammit!” Nico shouted. “Oh boy we have a competition now! Wonderful!” Jake said sneakily. “Okay new rules. Whoever gets a question right gets to piss in the bowl. Simple!” He shouted so Nico could head. “Fuck you!” Nico responded, a hand on his cock. He had to piss bad. He kept banging and pushing on the door only for Erin to push back harder. Nico kept getting peeks of the beautiful urinals he craved but it all was for nothing as the door kept being shut in his face. “You fuckers!” He cried. All those Gatorades during in school practice were all pushing against the end of his penis. Paul was holding himself too, crossing his legs and bouncing as he tried to hold on while sitting on a toilet! “Alright question one!” Jake says loudly. Just as Jake was starting his little game something else happened outside. Nick had been standing outside the bathroom patiently waiting for this all to end so he could pee in peace. In a rash move he had rushed into the girls room only to be pushed out by a bunch of cheer leaders! “I-I just wanted to pee!!!” He shouted as they pushed him out. Nico saw this and saw the wet spot forming on Nicks pants as he grabbed himself forcefully. Nick burst all over himself as piss jetted into his pants and down his legs. He tried to stop the flow, but it just wouldn’t stop. Seeing all of this Nico felt a spurt shoot into his shorts. He grabbed himself harder and shouted, “ASK THE DAM QUESTION” “Oh this is fun… In what year was the toilet invented!” Jake said laughing. Paul stammered. He never payed attention in history class. Nico trembled outside, another spurt seeping into his shorts as he desperately thought about the question. Of course, thinking about toilets didn’t help either of these guys. “15…95???” Nico blurted out. “CORRECT!” Jake screamed, grabbing Paul by the wrist and pushing him from the bathroom and Erin opened the door for Nico. “Wha! No! Please!!!” Paul cried, his hands grabbing his crotch under his shorts now, his cock erect and hard from holding so long. Nico rushed in only for Jake to push him back out, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his bladder as he was shoved back into the hallway! “Fuck! No! DAMMIT!” Nico yelled as a longer spurt shot from his cock. Paul couldn’t take it anymore. He crossed his legs as piss started to shoot from his penis, drenching his shorts as he bounced in place. Nico saw all of this and couldn’t take it either. First Nick, now Paul? He couldn’t hold it. Pee flooded his shorts as it splashed from his cock. He slumped against the bathroom door as he continued to pee, Paul following suit as they both finished pissing. The three guys all looked at each other and laughed slightly. “Fuck… Alright who’s got a change of clothing.” “I have some in my car. Let’s get out of here…” Nick said. They all rose, still covered in pee, and walked out. Chris pushed himself deeper into his chair. While all the other guys were having their own pissing extravaganza Chris was struggling with his own issues. His ass was straining against a massive load, his cock was straining against a massive flood. Sure, it was his last class, but he didn’t know if he could make it the full hour. His hand was pushing into his crotch as his other hand pulled himself hard into his chair. He couldn’t take it much longer. He raised his hand and asked to use the bathroom. The teacher, again, was very nice and allowed him to go. This time his steps were slower, more pronounced, and his ass was VERY tight right now. Once he left the class his right hand shot to his crotch to hold on. Chris rushed to the bathroom and opened the door, and to his relief Jake and Erin were gone! Chris sighed and rushed to a stall, panting at his desperate need. But just as he was getting his jeans down he felt water spray up onto his ass. “What the” He said as he turned. There was water leaking from the pipes of the toilet. He quickly pulled his pants up. Just then he heard an explosion next to him and wanted poured from the stall next to him. “OH SHIT!” He said and rushed from his stall literal seconds before his exploded. He glanced at the urinals to see them overflowing. All this water. A squirt of pee leaked into his jeans. Chris gasped and grabbed his crotch. Just as he was debating just popping a squat right there, the janitor came in. “Goodness me kiddo! Those damn filmin kids. They been explodin all my toilets!!!” He said exasperated. “Ya gotta go kid, I got a big ole mess to clean.” He said to chris, motioning him out the door. “B-But” Chris stammered as he left. He had no choice. He had to go back to his class. He shuffled back, a hand on his ass and a hand on his cock as he held onto both ends. The end was near for this popular senior. He walked back into class but just when he was about to go to his seat, the teacher asked him to come to a problem on the board. “I- I…” He stammered again. He couldn’t say no. He waddled up to the board and started to look over the problem. His legs were bent inward, his ass flexing against the load inside of him, one hand was on his cock as he tried to scribble on the board. His stomach rumbled, and he moaned, doubling over. His eyes went wide. A loud and massive fart ripped through his pants. It felt wet. A small stain appeared on his skinny jeans. The release from the back relaxed him just enough for a release on the front, and a a spurt of piss pushed from his cock. Chris moaned trying to hold it all in. He bounced in front of everyone trying desperately to keep from humiliating himself. He turned and saw girls laughing, and guys recoding it on their phones. He couldn’t stop it. He felt a turtle head poke from his butthole and start to seep out. He felt the warmth of his crotch as piss starts to steadily jet from him Chris burst completely. Piss started spraying wildly into the front of his jeans as he held himself tight. His ass spread open as massive logs started to push from him into his jeans, straining the fabric under the immense load, and after he was done with his solid logs, the diarrhea started to flow, pouring over and staining the butt of his jeans a dark brown as it swelled in his ass area and down his legs, Chris moaned in relief, his cheeks turning red as he finished. His ass felt soggy, his pants were drenched in a mixture of poop and piss. He turned to his class. The girls were shocked, the boys were laughing and posting their videos on Facebook and snapchat. Even the teacher was gasping as the insanity of it all. Chris could almost cry from embarrassment. He rushed himself from the room, as fast as a guy with a load in his pants could, and raced to his car to try and go home. Over the next week the video spread like wildfire. Everyone in the school knew what had happened to Chris in that classroom. He walked into school every day with his head held low under a hoodie with the hood pulled up as people laughed at him. He was humiliated. All until he was approached by three guys asking to talk. It was Paul, Nick, and Nico. “Listen man we saw what happened to you… And we feel for you… we all have accidents… we all did the same day you did.” Nick said to the saddened Chris. “R-Really?” Chris said looking at the three guys standing before him. “Yeah. Was kinda a shit show. No pun intended. Cmon, lets grab lunch.” The four of them all smiled together, a new group of friends, and walked to the lunch room, Chris making a mental note not to get orange juice with his order.
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  9. Hey I am into this kind of stuff. I can dm you some links and stuff
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  10. Sorry this one is a little late, got sidetracked this week and real talk I'm not a big fan of dogs so I would keep thinking what a bad dog and end up procrastinating. But here it is just before the year's end, hope you like it :)
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  11. I’ve been posting a lot since coming back! !!!! I was gone for so long I feel the need to catch you all up to speed on the adventures I have had in my absence. Hopefully this is not too much of a “content dump” for everyone —————————————————— Another trip with my friends went awry while I was away from this lovely website a couple months ago. I was with two of my guy friends and one of my girl friends, we’d driven about an hour away to go see the latest Star Wars movie since we bought the tickets late and our local theater had been sold out. Whenever the drive is longer than 20minutes, I have fallen into the habit of going to the bathroom just before leaving regardless of whether I believe I have to go or not. I had pulled an all-nighter the day before in order to finish a final paper and had mostly been running on coffee, fumes, and sheer willpower all day but I knew this would be a welcome break even if it meant staying up a little later and having to sleep in more if I wanted to catch up on those z’s. So I followed my safe routine of running to the bathroom, then happily got in the car with my friends and went to the theater. For those of you who don’t know, the latest Star Wars was an incredibly well done and incredibly long movie. We all had of course bought popcorn and so I grabbed a bottle of water to wash it down with. There is nothing worse than getting a kernel stuck in your throat and having nothing to wash it down with. Eventually we all made our way out of the theater, and while excited and pleased about the movie I was also dead on my feet. I had polished off my water bottle and the effects of the coffee I’d had earlier in the day had long since worn off. In short, as much as I loved my friends, I was ready to get my ass home. We piled back into the car, me occupying the back seat with one of the guys, while my other companions rode up front. I dimly realized I had forgotten to take my pre-drive bathroom break before promptly passing out in the backseat. I awoke sometime later, only 10minutes away from the campus parking lot. I felt my bladder make myself known but wasn’t too worried considering how close we were. As we’re nearing 5 minutes away, the guy next to me chirps “better hurry, I know this one has gotta go potty!” I scoffed indignantly despite his being right as my girl friend quickly jumped to my defense. “Oh don’t be a dick. Could you sound any more patronizing?” “Ok you’re right I’m being an asshole, but cmon, this little guy” he poked my bladder to emphasize his point and I tried not to outwardly react “has a bad habit of getting our girl into trouble.” I rolled my eyes, “I’m fine” I huffed. He backed off with a somewhat apologetic smile. I knew it was silly but at that moment I became determined not to show I had to pee as long as any of the three were around in hopes of saving face. I even took note of the length of my jacket and darkness of my jeans. The jacket extended past my waist, over my butt, and I knew it would cover any minor leaks, although I hoped it wouldn’t come to that. The jeans were far from black and would definitely show a stain but it may not be an obvious one since they were a darker, more classic denim blue. My bladder was already slowly betraying me as I hopped out of the car but I was determined. My pride would not allow me to show my struggle. I walked upright, hands at my sides, and took long strides, chatting with my friends as if nothing was wrong. I was the only one who lived off campus, although a few would walk in my direction, but by my estimates I shouldn’t have to walk with any of them for longer than 5-10minutes. I fought valiantly and as the edge of campus drew nearer and 2 of my friends peeled away with a wave, I thought for sure that I was going to make it. My bladder was beginning to really sound the alarm but the edge of campus finally approached and I turned to my last friend, the one who’d made the first comment on my bladder. “So this is you huh?” I ask, barely suppressing the urge to dance on the spot. “Actually I. I feel bad about my comment earlier and it’s super late. I’ll walk you home you’re still another 20minutes away right?” he responds. “Oh no don’t worry about it! You were joking and it’s not that bad of a walk and” “I insist. Let me do this for you” he insisted, smiling at me. I mentally steeled myself and prepared for the rest of the walk home. We walked and talked and although I did my best to press my thighs together with each step, I showed no outward signs of desperation. With 10 minutes left though I was struggling and felt the first few leaks hit my panties. I pressed on, doing my best to maintain conversation despite the situation rapidly unfolding in my bottoms. At 6 minutes left I was stopped in my tracks as a giant leak burst forth. I quickly regained control but could feel that I had soaked my crotch and ass quite a bit. When my friend shot me a quizzical look I merely shook my head and explained that for a moment I had panicked thinking I’d forgotten my key. He rolled his eyes at my antics and then continued on none the wiser. By 2 minutes, although I hadn’t fully unleashed the torrent, what was coming out could no longer be considered a leak. I was consistently peeing a small stream. My crotch was constantly warm, tiny rivers making their way down the insides of my quivering legs and still I chattered on as if nothing was wrong. Eventually we finally reached my building and I waved goodbye to my friend. He paused, as if about to ask something, confusion marring his face, but before his gaze could lower to below the hem of my jacket I quickly repeated my goodbye and slammed he door to the apartment lobby shut behind me. Immediately the full torrent started, pouring full force into my jeans. I didn’t even bother trying to stop it, simply leaning both hands against the door in front of me and spreading my legs wider. Piss cascaded down my inner thighs all the way to my ankles and the width was expansive. When the flow stopped I breathed out a sigh of release. It was late enough that the lobby was empty so I simply made my way to my place. Perhaps I should’ve been more ashamed of what I had just done. And yes there was a bit of that. But I was mostly just grateful I had managed to last until I had reached the safety of my building.
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  12. Chapter 1 “FUCK!” I yelled as I ran true a sea of trees. Behind me was a pack of beasts chasing me. “They're catching up!” the small girl strapped to my back yelled. “I know that Bab!” I yell at her as I continue to run. The beasts aren't that strong but fighting a pack of them is a different story. They could easily surround us and kill us before we could do anything. “Why in the hell did you attack the whole pack!” I yelled to Bab as I jumped over a log. “I thought there was only 3 of them,” she told me “left!” “FROST!” I yelled extending my left hand to blast the beast with cold ice magic. It was only knocked back and soon was chasing us again. “Any ideas?” “Ya don't stop running!” she yelled which really didn't help. It wasn't long however before I had to stop in front of a cliff. A raging current below us and a wild pack of beast behind us. We were out of options. I didn't have my sword. Our mana was getting low. And I can feel Bab’s diaper leaking on my back again!. “You trust me?” I asked bab. “Right now? No!” she told me already knowing what I was going to do. “Good, neither do I,” I tell her before jumping off the cliff. Both Of us screaming on our way down, the only thing I could think about was how I got here in the first place. I was just some average guy. Single, working and saving anything extra to start college in a year or two. The luckiest thing to happen to me in the last 3 years was getting a ticket for a hiking trip my friend won in a contest. Sadly his grandma passed away and was going to her funeral. So as to not waste a ticket he gave it to me. And to be honest, while I was having fun I really didn't pack well for it. I didn't know much about hiking and the clothes I bought weren't the best. Just 3 t-shirts, pants, socks, underwear, and a warm jacket. Luckily I did get myself some hiking boots but I also brought my regular pair for when we set camp and I could be more comfortable. The rest of the gear I got from my friend who was already prepared for himself. Camping Travel Cooking Utensils Set (cooking scissor, blender spatula, meat knife, cutting board, soup spoon, stainless steel turner, cook fork and a tongs,) TETON Sports Mountain Adventurer 4000 Backpack Double Sleeping Bag Sundome 2 Person Tent SURVIVAL Traveller First Aid Kit Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone (3) Pocket knife Flashlight 12 Survivors - Hand Pump Water Purifier Extra rope FiveJoy Military Folding Shovel Multi-Tool I was all set for the trip. But after the second day, something strange happens. A freak storm hit us in the middle of the hike. None of us knew what was going on until suddenly I saw a flash of light and the storm was gone. When I opened my eyes I was inside what looked like ruins. Behind me was an altar with some glowing dust scattered all around it. I was too freaked out about all of this that I ran towards the only exit I could see and into a small town. People who looked like they ware from a renaissance fair just stared wide-eyed at me. To make a long story short, I freaked out. It took the townspeople 2 days to explain to me what had happened and why I was here. I was no longer on earth but a place called Caruma. Here everything we know about fantasy is from here. A long time ago two gods fought over an empty world but their fight always lead to a draw. So they decided if they couldn't decide on the winner with their power they would use something else. They created 15 castles and hid them around Caruma. Each crystal summons something from another world. Poruma the black god summoned monsters. Rilla the wight god summoned warriors. Each crystal could summon 1 warrior every 10 years. And the first to destroy all the crystals would be the winner. Over the next 3000 years, the world was populated by man and monster. Humans built towns and temples around the summoning crystals. Out of the 15, 7 white crystals have been destroyed. While 5 dark crystals have been destroyed. When I asked about how I got here they could only give a guess. 31 years prior the town was attacked by monsters and they destroyed the crystal. But because it was already about to summon a hero the remaining pieces must have spent the last 30 years collecting power to summon me here before the crystal died. They then told me who I could go back. The crystals work as a two-way door. On this side, they gather energy and in 10 years they pull someone over. However, if you bring enough magical energy to them you can have them send you back home. The problem with this, it normally takes a lot of magic to do so and there aren't many people who have that type of magic here. So they suggested I go to a city and see if I could find any magic users to send me back. That's when we reached our final problem. I had no way to get them. When the village was destroyed all those years ago most people left and the ones who stayed are now too old or too young to take me. The only exception is a farm boy named John who was 16 2 years younger than me. But in order for him to take me, I had to first make a contract with him. In this world, the heroes learned how to tap into magic but it came with a curse. Each person had to wear a special bracelet and form a contract with another person. This unlocked the power to use magic. However, both people were cursed to never be away from each other long. Should they be away from each other for 6 hours they both will die. If one dies the other has 6 hours to find someone else to form a bond with or they will die as well. The curse can be lifted once the pair completely one of 3 quests and the bracelets can be removed while still granting the person to use magic. The reason he wants to form a bond is that it would make traveling a lot easier through the woods. He said there aren't many strong monsters here but it's better safe than sorry. I had to wait 3 more days before the contract could be made. During that time I the people let me stay with them knowing I had nothing to offer other than some small work. On my final night there I was staying at an orphanage. There were only 5 kids there. 2 boys 3 girls and women who took care of them. She asked me to stay with them for the night as the kids wanted to see what a person from another world looked like. The kids staying here are from parents who either died, left for adventure, or was just left with no idea who the parents were. It was sad but the kids enjoyed playing with me. All except one who only stared at me. The women later told me Ema was the girl's name and that while she was 14 her body was short and looked more like a 10-year-old. Also, she had some problems. For one she couldn't speak. Anything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish. Next, her hands couldn't hold onto things well. So she's been forced to use baby bottles. And lastly, she had to wear diapers. For some reason, her bladder was just too weak. I honestly felt bad for her. By the sounds of it, she would have to be taken care of for the rest of her life. Later that night I said my goodbyes to the kids and followed John into the woods. The contract could only be made during a full moon and when it’s made it will make a bright flash so were in the woods so as to not disturb anyone. “Ok this should be good,” he said as we were pretty far from everyone. “Now then let's begin.” He then began to chant something and soon both of our bracelets were glowing. We both raised our hands to form the contract but stopped when we heard something. The contract stopped as we looked around the forest and heard something. Upon investigating we found one of the kids spying on us. Behind them the woman yelling for the girl. Apparently, she chased after us after we left without telling the women. After a brief talk with the women, she was taking the Ema girl when she ran up to me. “be jvy ruwvj ox jvy woz, gy bojv hog c bozupw.” Ema said. As she grabbed my hand wanting me to kneel in front of her. “What’s wrong,” I asked her. “wuhy ik jvy nogyl op oil toilpye cpz gy xuwvj xol jvy luwvj.” she said. suddenly my bracelet began to glow again. “NO!” John yelled. But it was too late. A bright flash hit my eyes and for a few moments, I couldn't see. I just heard the same thing be repeated. “YES YES YES!” a girl cried out in excitement. “EMA! What did you do!” the women yelled and when I could finally see I saw the Ema girl jumping up and down with excitement. “I finally did it! I'll finally be free!” Ema said until the women grabbed her by the hand. “What did you do!?” the women yelled at Ema. “She just formed a contract. How did she even do that?” John asked. That's when I looked at the girl's arm and saw a smaller bracelet on. “Yep and now I can finally get out of here,” Ema said. “How did you even get a bracelet in the first place. And how did you activate the spell?” John asked. “I stole it from miss dumb cunt here.” Ema said and nodded at the women. “And anyone who knows magick knows that spell.” “I think the bracelets mine.” the women told John. “my husband was an adventure.” “But that still doesn't explain how she knew the spell.” he replied. “Wait, didn't she just say she already knew the spell?” I asked and everyone looked at me. “Wait you can understand me!” Ema yelled. “Of cores I can, you're not speaking gibberish anymore,” I tell her. “What are you talking about?” the women asked. “She’s still talking the same,” John told me. “The bracelets! You can understand me because of the bracelets!” Ema yelled. “What do you mean? How can the bracelets do that?” I asked and looked at John who looked very confused. “Enough of this nonsense I'm taking you home Ema and you're going to be grounded!” the women grabbed the girl and started pulling her away. “Stop! My name isn't Ema it's Bab! And I'm not going anywhere!” she said as she tried to resist the much bigger women. “Wait I need to figure this out,” I tell the women. “I'm sorry but she needs to go home. I think all this stimulant is just being too much for Ema.” she tells me. “IM NOT EMA!” the girl screamed as the women jumped when electricity popped out of the girl's hands. Once let go she ran over and got behind me. “She can already use magic!” John said in amazement. “Ema it's time to come home.” the women told her again. “I'm not Ema, I'm Bab. tell her!” the girl said to me. “She said her name’s not Ema but Bab.” I tell the women and Bab nodded in agreement. “Could she be speaking another language and it's only after the contract was formed that you can understand her.” John asked me. After this, it just became a back and forth discussion about me understanding her. We had to prove I could understand her and after a long time, we finally came to the conclusion that I could. But shortly after that, we got into the main and biggest problem. I was now connected to a tiny child and I still needed to leave! After a long discussion about everything, it was finally decided I had to take Bab with me. Because of the curse, we couldn't be more than 40 feet from each other for more than 6 hours and I couldn't stay in the town. I had to find a way home. So, I wound up adopting Bab and forced to take her with me on my journey. Sadly because of her, John could no longer come with us. The plan was to use the magic to get through safely but without it, it just becomes too much of a risk when he would have to come back alone. Before we left the women gave me a bag full of things for Bab. while her backpack had things like clothing, a pillow, blanket, and a few random things. The bag the women gave me had her more ‘personal’ things. Such as 3 bottles, a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a lot of diapers. She even had to show me how to change the little girl. Much to bab’s displeasure. In the end, this is where our adventure of began dropped in a new world.
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  13. Version mp4

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    Collection of videos i found of Venus.
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  14. Many years ago, I found this clip that I can't seem to find again (and probably never will). It was one of those JAV preview clips for a longer DVD on a site I can't remember. Usually I'm not into toilet cams, even the really desperate ones where women wet their panties, but this one was different. A young woman in a very VERY nice, medium red furisode rushed into the stall, squatted, and started peeing. she did not realize that she had not moved the bottom of the furisode up high enough and was peeing on the back of it. When she finished, she saw the wet patch on the back and frantically tried to blot it dry, but the wet patch was extremely obvious. I was so turned on. Years later, I was going through XTube and found a video of a young woman who was desperate in a pink furisode. She eventually ended up squatting and wetting through the back of it as she tried to hold on. I loved it and love kimono wetting videos so much. I found that video and a few more uploaded here in the downloads section. I love photos of it and anime art of it. I'll take whatever I can get, so long as it's exclusively wetting. I have a few kimono and would never do this to a nicer one, but I had one that I got for 500 yen while in Japan back in 2006. I had since acquired much nicer ones and did not want to keep holding onto it. I made up my mind to hold and wet in it when I got a night alone at home. When I finally got my opportunity, I was beyond excited. When it came, I drank intermittently throughout the day so that I could flush out my system and pee several times. I put the kimono on and used one of my most casual obi-a silver nagoya style one-and tied it in the tateya style. I didn't wear a nagajuban, since I didn't have one to spare, so I was just in a purple kimono with large flower details outlined in silver thread and a silver obi. I also didn't wear underwear so that I could control what I was doing a bit better. When I started drinking for my actual holding and desperation, it escalated quite quickly. It was one of those times when I can barely hold on and am rushing to get into the tub. I was just sitting on the couch downstairs, scrolling through my phone and feeling a moderate need. Then, I got a feeling that I should go ahead and move upstairs to my bathroom, since I thought this might happen. By the time I made it down the hall, through my room, and into the bathroom, I was trying very hard to hold it. I didn't have much time to play around with holding it before a little started running down my legs. My goal was to get the kimono as wet as possible, so I squatted down while trying to hold back as much of the impending flood as I could. I then began peeing into the back of the material. Since it's silk, it takes a while to soak through. I could feel the weight of my urine pooling in the fabric. I wanted to play around with multiple positions, so I managed to stop myself from emptying my poor bladder completely. I staid in that squatting position for a little while so that the fabric could soak up the majority of my urine, rather than me standing up and having a lot of it splattering on the floor beneath me. I let a little of it do that though, enjoying how it suddenly pattered around my feet. I stopped to take pictures and waited for my desperation to build a little more before continuing. Next, I endeavored to wet the front of the kimono. I made sure to push it very far between my legs and press it up against my labia. At this point, I didn't rub the material against myself, since being aroused always makes it harder for me to pee. (Rubbing my clit through my underwear is one of my strategies for managing to hold longer.) I carefully let a little out to make sure that I was going to get it on the fabric. After that, I let go and felt my urine fill the dip that I'd made in the fabric. I pressed that against myself, trying to soak up as much as I could. I love thinking about so many omo scenarios, so I started thinking of a young woman panicking and shoving her kimono between her legs to help hold herself without realizing the disaster that would surely result from it. She could have stood and spread her legs apart and probably gotten only a little on the inside, but she was so desperate to try to hold it. She was still pressing when it started spraying out, and she gasped before remembering to move her hands. By then a little wet patch was soaking into the front layer, and she was so ashamed. (I love humiliation when it's of other people-bonus points for someone else comforting them after-but am not interested in being the subject of it, so fantasies like this are a lot of fun for me.) Looking at the top layer, I saw a small wet patch with some droplets running down it. Then, I peeled it back to reveal the light pink lining still soaking up what had gotten on it. There was a much bigger patch on the bottom layer, and I was so pleased to see it. I decided to kneel and then sit in seiza with my legs folded underneath me. I imagined someone being shamed and chastised for losing control in an expensive rental kimono, especially a furisode that women wear for graduations, 20th birthdays, and other special occasions. I stopped to take more photos. Then, I took the kimono off and snapped another picture of the soaked part of the back. The wet patch had spread from me sitting with it pressed between the backs of my legs and my butt. Sorry if the pictures I've attached are a little confusing, since they were taken at different angles and my phone camera struggled to focus on everything that was going on. I resized them so they wouldn't be gigantic, but let me know if I made them too small! 1.) I tried to capture the back from the side. 2.) Here is the back from slightly above at an angle. The wet patch is wider than what can be seen. 3.) Here is a shot of the back hanging up on my towel bar. 4.)This is the top layer of the front. I love the droplets running down. 5.) Pictured is the lining of the top layer. I love how the different material soaked up more urine. 6.) This is the bottom layer and my personal favorite. (There's more to my escapades, but it is less about omo and more about making sure every inch of the kimono got wet. I was only going to use it one time, so I really wanted to make it count. I did press it against me and think of someone super desperate and peeing into the closest fabric thing that they had on hand. If it's ok to continue the story, let me know. I don't want to break any rules.) Also, if you have any images of irl wet kimonos/traditional Japanese clothes either wet or being wet, I'd love to see them! (I wrote this and resized my photos while letting my bladder fill. My legs are now wiggling a bit, and I can really feel it when I make my muscles squeeze down around my bladder.)
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    This rather long video, features Alison Rey as an adult baby and her Mommy is played by Catherine Walters. Alison is babyfied, get's several diaper changes and she is breastfed too. Enjoy
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  16. Here are we, folks, a brand new year and time for me to get started on writing a new story. Trouble is, I have several ideas that I could write about, but I don't know which one to work on first. That's where you all come in: Simply pick which story you would want to read first, and the one with the highest votes will be what I start on first. Don't feel too bad if your pick doesn't win, either, as I intend to see all these fics written eventually (maybe a second poll after this, who knows?). I'll leave the poll open for about a week, or until this thread gets buried and forgotten. Whichever happens first. Now let's see those votes!
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    トイレ盗撮 びちょびちょ パンツスタイルおしっこ漏らし2 / Leaking from pants Vol.2 [DLEE-151] Discover the ladies wearing pants and holding pee, and then follow them! Holding the pee, their legs and waists are shaking. Finally they dash into the toilets, but when close the door, the bladder can't hold anymore with 120% pee in it and the pee spreads in their legs and feet. Happy New Year! Do you still remember me? Enjoy~ --------------------------------------------------- 街中で見かけたパンツスタイルの似合う美脚女性に執着し、むっちりした美脚をこすり合わせおしっこを我慢している所をトイレまで追跡してみました。我慢している姿は美尻がむにむに揺れ「おしっこ我慢」がバレないように表情を固くさせている。やっと飛び込んだトイレ、扉の鍵を閉める時には膀胱は120%崩壊、ぴったりしたパンツの中に凄いスピードで濃くはっきりしたシミが広がるのであった。便器にまたがった時には尿軸が見えるほどズボンの生地を貫通した大量おしっこを床に叩きつける。困ったことにパンツスタイルのシミは隠しきれない・・・誰が見ても分かるほどの大きなシミ姿でトイレを出るしか無い彼女たちは、最高の屈辱を股間に街中を歩くのだった。 Productcode: DLEE-151 Downloadable: 2017/03/01 Shipping: 2017/03/08 Time: 159 Bitrate: 4000 kbps Studios: EVO
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  18. So I’ve been testing out a lot of pads lately. I’m not sure why, but I’ve got pads on my mind. If you are interested in reading my other pad-reviews, you can find them here: I last tested out some period pads, and found them generally not up to the task of protecting my panties (or rather my clothes) from the occasional leak of pee. This wasn’t unknown to me, but well you know, science! So after disappointing leaks with some very random period pads, I turned to something which is made for the job of catching leaks. So today I tested out the Poise Thin-Shape Pad, with moderate absorbency. I should say that this is not a catchy title, and that the pad came in a sample pack I got a good while back. Anyhow, I was home from work, and my hubby was staying late at his work, so I thought it would be another good time to test out a pad. When I got home, I slipped the pad into my flounder Little Mermaid panties that I had been wearing all day, and went about my regular routine. As it was later in the evening, I didn’t use my regular green tea. The caffeine in this tends to upset my bladder and this close to bed time this was ill-advised. Instead I had a glass of water and some fruit juice with my rather simple dinner (salad). The pad, as you can see, is thicker than most of the other’s I’ve tried, and it has very distinct purple gathers. I had some difficulty photographing it, as the stretchy gathers so want to keep the pad in an upwards-facing cup form, that it couldn’t be flattened out. Instead I took it flipped up, so you can see just how springy the gathers are. This is important in an incontinence pad, as it keeps the pad curving with your body, which means that bursts of pee are not running down the front or back into your clothes. A couple other features I like about the design of this pad, are the little tear-dropped shale to indicate the front of the pad. I find this helpful. I never like it when pads put the little front arrows on the backing, because once you remove it, it is no longer helpful. Also pads without a front or back might make sense for periods, but an incontinence pad had better had a front, as different parts of the pad to different things (or should). Check out those standing gathers! The pads are pretty wide, especially when placed in my adorable little mermaid panties, but they are not uncomfortable. Once in place, the pad fit snugly against my body and I felt pretty confident in it. Anyhow, I went about my evening, pad in place, and let my bladder fill naturally. When the urge had built up sufficiently, at about a 6/10 on the old desperation scale, I decided to start my test. This is the stage for me where I’d definitely go find a washroom if I were in public and knew I wasn’t going to find one soon, but not the point where I’d be distracted by my bladder. Because this pad was designed for serious leaks (moderate absorbency), I decided against the old classic cinnamon sneeze test that I’ve done for my previous pads. I was certain that this pad could contain such a leak (I’ve actually worn these before so I know this for a fact from past experiences). So I decided to give this pad a proper test. My plan was to release a serious stream of pee into the pad. As many of my long-time readers will know, while I can often stop a small spurt or leak, I have lots of difficulty stopping once I actually start peeing. I’ve done lots of exercises in the past, but this remains a challenge for me, particularly if I’ve got a very full bladder. One of the reasons I decided to do this test with a mostly full bladder was so that I might be able to stop peeing quicker. So once my bladder was at about a 6/10, I went into the washroom and removed the sweat pants I’ve been wearing about the house. I stood relatively straight (not squatting or putting my legs apart unnaturally, but the way you might stand while waiting in line to pay for your groceries. I removed my sweat pants mostly because I didn’t feel like washing them if they got wet and also because I wanted to admire my panties and the pad. I was at about a 6.5/10 at this point and ready for the test. I stood in my bathroom and relaxed my bladder. This isn’t hard for me this close to the toilet. I immediately started peeing at full force, flooding the pad. I could feel my labia suffuse with the warm wetness of a flood of hot pee, something that almost always makes me gasp. And I could feel all my girl parts washed in warmth. I peed for a good solid 3 seconds, reveling in the warming experience. There is something about a pad as compared to a diaper. A pad seems to keep the liquid closer to the body, so you get the warm wetness in a more intense hit. After a good 3 second blast, I began to start to try to bear down to cut off the flow. As predicted, this was rather difficult, and I peed for a good solid 12 seconds before I managed to get things under control. While my PC muscles were straining, I kept expecting to feel the sides or the front or back of the pad overflow and to either feel warm wetness running down my legs, or hear the dripping sound of a serious leak. But this wasn’t to be. The little pad did its job and contained what I would consider the most serious leak I’d ever have in public. The nightmare scenario of a stressor causing a leak (on a full bladder) that I could not control right away, or a flood just as I got to the washroom after a strong urge (key-in-lactch). As you can see, I flooded the pad, but it looks as though it could have taken even more! My panties were completely dry, as was the floor. I was very impressed with the pad, and would consider it as a replacement to the Always pads I’ve been wearing regularly out during the day. I do still have a rather substantial collection of random pads, which I’ll be testing out in the near future, as I’ve been thoroughly enjoying playtime with pads, for some reason. Are any other ladies out there into pads? It’s never been that big of a thing for me, but suddenly I’m all about them, strange how kinks can work. Hope you enjoyed my ‘research,’ and if you would ever like a pair of my panties, they are for sale! Visit my website, and get in touch. I love wetting panties, and don’t charge extra for the pleasure. Rach p.s. Happy New Year!
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  19. Bursting Noah

    This is just a one shot story I wrote a long time back. I had to write this because this is something that is based on my individuality. I usually found myself in these kind of situations since I never used the loos at school when I was a kid. Though I have exaggerated the story at will, I hope it is still enjoyable. I'm a bit embarrassed about it though. ---------- The waistband of his school trousers cut into his rock hard bladder as Noah climbed into the bus and took his usual window seat near the back. He had to pee quite a lot but Noah wasn’t worried. His mom had always taught him not to use public bathrooms because they were dirty and could cause infections and Noah had always obeyed her without question. Even today, Michelle had him drink a liter of milk for breakfast with a slice of bread and butter and a banana. She always had him carry a liter bottle of water to school as she wanted Noah to understand the importance of being well hydrated all the time. “You should always drink a bottle or two of water while at school” she told him every morning and Noah did just that. His day would start with a liter of honey water that Michelle would make for him topped off with almonds. His mother would take extra care of him and saw that he was always properly hydrated. Today, Michelle had even made a tall bottle of warm lemonade for Noah to drink on the ride to school. Though the boy had shown apprehension, Michelle convinced him that it was to keep him energized through the day. By the time his bus had arrived at school, the lemonade was all gone and Noah had realized that mommy was right, he did feel energized and a bit bloated with all that milk and water to be true, but it was all going to go down soon. The lemonade had worked wonders and he zoomed through the first half of the day like a rocket. He answered every question that Ms. Lisa put up and all his class mates looked at him as they always did. Though just eight, the boy was a genius and even his teacher couldn’t deny that. But, by 12 pm, Noah’s bladder started ballooning rapidly with all the liquid, nevertheless he tried to put it at the back of his mind and keep working. But now, Noah couldn’t ignore the strong spasms from his bladder that came from time to time. He could feel the organ filled to the brim, stretched so much to contain all the liquid, but he knew it was nothing to worry about. He always wanted to pee badly at the end of the day but would only go at home. But today he had been squirming in his seat from the time lunch got over. Noah didn’t know what it was but somehow he wanted to pee more than any other day. He had started thinking of going to the loo but reminded himself that public loos were always dirty and only dirty people went there. Noah wasn’t a dirty boy so he didn’t need to go to the loo. As the day progressed, his need to go faded away and Noah forgot about it altogether but now he was in the bus, the need had come back much stronger than before. He was now regretting to have refilled his water bottle without thinking how much might need to go after it reached his bladder. The boy cringed as the bus went over the bumps on the road making his bladder want to explode. It was 4 o’clock and Noah had been without a loo for the past ten hours with almost a gallon of liquid stretching his bladder, but he didn’t want to think about it. He kept looking out of the window, and by the time they reached the third stop, Noah knew his own stop was not too far away. Though he was trying to keep calm, he couldn’t ignore his bladder that was so stretched with his all that fluid. There was a part of him that wanted to get down at the next stop and pee it all out but he reminded himself what mommy had told him, “Only toilet is for pee-pee, only bad people go outside.” Noah had no choice, he would always do what mom said, so now his only option was to hold it all in and only let it out in the bathroom at home. He told himself that he had to wait till he got home, but his pee was already coming out. A few drops had escaped into his underwear and Noah was beginning to panic. The pressure had grown awfully great in the past hour but he had somehow been putting it off, though now it looked like there was no ignoring it any more. As he stood up to get near the door, an abrupt stream of hot pee filled his underwear before he quickly cut off the flow. Noah jammed his hand into his crotch as he began to panic. His stop was just a few minutes away and his control was slipping. Tears welled up in his eyes as he prayed for the driver to hurry. But by now his bladder had reached its absolute capacity and as the bus hit a bump on the road his body gave out. His legs trembled and lips quivered as a long spurt of pee escaped him. A tear dripped off his chin as Noah bowed his head in shame as he saw others watching him. And then it happened. A warm torrent of urine started to soak his clothes and a wet patch emerged on the crotch of his uniform knickers as Noah whimpered with his head down. He tried to stop the flow with his hands but failed. His bladder was too stretched to contain his all that fluid any longer. Relief flowed through the poor boy’s body. The sensation of a deflating bladder made him shiver and his head felt light. It was only after two minutes that his river of pee stopped. He has been so desperate that he couldn’t stop before his bladder had completely emptied itself. He looked down to see the damage with his tear filled eyes. No one around him said a word, Noah was thankful for that but when Ms. Lisa stood up from her seat and walked back to see what was going on, Noah bowed his head in shame. When Lisa saw what had happened her eyes widened in shock. Half the aisle was drenched with pee and Noah stood crying over it, his knickers soaked. She couldn’t believe the amount of urine that was running down the aisle, she wondered how long Noah had been holding it to have an accident so huge. Just as she was about to comfort Noah, his stop arrived and he hurriedly walked past her to get down. Walking the pathway towards the front door, Noah couldn’t believe he had wet himself and that too in front of the entire bus and Ms. Lisa. How would he be able to face her tomorrow in the class?
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  20. I think one of the models has already appeared here before in a different video. In this one she sits with her friend (?) watching TV an then having a bit of an oops moment :) Contains a hint of nudity and play: https://thebpster.tumblr.com/post/169187005273/i-love-them
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  21. Ok so it’s my first time posting on here ! I’ve been lurking on this site for too long, but I’m finally going to share a story. This was written in real time — I feel as if that helps me to capture exactly what I was feeling at that moment. Please give me any feedback on the “in the moment writing”, some was written as recollection so I understand it may be confusing. Also, feedback on my writing is always welcome, I’ve never done this before and writing isn’t my forte. As a forward, I’m a 25 year old male with a small build. (5ft 5 and 130 lbs) It’s cold today and I’m wearing gray boxers, black jeans and a coat. 6 pm — I just got off of work, feeling the need to go a little bit. At work I had drank two large waters, about 20 oz each, as well as two iced coffees about 16 oz each. I have been “holding” since about 4pm. I have a MASSIVE BLADDER and it takes a while for me to get desperate. This is the time where “I would usually look for a bathroom”. I really debated going before I took the bus home from work, as I’ve never been into public holding (too damn anxious) but I’m feeling really brave today! 6:30 pm — Caught the bus, it’s fairly crowded. My goal is to finish my water bottle (about 16 oz) before I get home. I’ve drank only a few sips and I’m already feeling it ALOT. Bad news, considering the bus ride can take up to an hour if I’m unlucky. Slowing down on the water bottle for now. 6:45 pm— Really hating my jeans right now. They dig into my bladder and create intense pressure. Still haven’t touched the water bottle. The desperation is tolerable for now, but I’m worried for when I need to stand up for the 5-10 minute walk home. I keep repositioning myself and I hope no one has noticed anything. Considering trying to make it all the way home and do a desperation challenge. I love a good challenge. I’m at a 6/7 out of 10, the feeling fluctuates. 7:00 pm — Turns out because of my jeans, sitting makes it worse ! Great !! 7:15 pm — The feeling subsided, so I’m chugging my water. On the last stretch home, so I feel confident that I can make it. 7:30 pm — I just got off the bus and I am walking home. Standing and walking makes it so much more difficult. As I walk I bounce from foot to foot and sometimes cross my legs. No one is outside and I’m tempted to hold myself. 7:40 pm — right before I open the door of my apartment, I get a call from my boyfriend. He just got off of work. I’m fumbling with holding the phone and unlocking the door, my legs smushed together tightly. Though I am open with my boyfriend about my fetish, I’m still pretty shy about it and I like to keep my wettings and holds secret. (Also kind of makes it more fun.) I frantically tell him I’ll see him soon, my body shivering from the pressure in my abdomen. I rock back and forth on my heels in front of the door, finally getting the stubborn key to work with me and tumbling inside. Once inside I rush to the bathroom with laptop in hand, ready to take on a challenge. 7:50 — I take off my coat and pants, sitting in my boxers and a T shirt. I’m sitting on the bathroom floor and I can’t take my hands off of my dick. I’m rocking back and forth and smushing my thighs together. I’m about 5 minutes into the challenge (and therefor have drank at least one and half glasses of water from the challenge alone) and I’m already at a 8/10. I turn on the bathwater to make it more difficult for myself (and so I can wash myself off afterwards) the sound of the water hitting the tub makes me tremble. 8:15 — I’m proud of lasted this long! The pressure is intense and I can feel the pee pushing against my urethra. I have leaked a few times, but ultimately held back the flood. My legs are shaking and i have to keep them pressed together at all times. I’ve ignored the challenge at this point, just focusing on not wetting myself on the bathroom floor. 8:30 — I’m shivering, ready to give up. I can feel the pee push out of my body, a leak appearing on my boxers. I’m about to open the floodgates, when I hear the front door open. My boyfriend is home. I bite my lip and hold back everything I can, leaks still making their way out. I fumble with my shirt and boxers, stripping and quickly jumping into the now full tub. The picture of innocence. Definitely NOT participating in fetish things at this moment. My boyfriend, as expected, comes to see me. I sit in the bath, the water lapping against my stomach, making the hold even harder. I want to squirm and wiggle to hold it in, but with him present I just clench my fists and let the waves of pleasure pulse through me. He comes in, telling me about his day. I had hoped he would be in and out quickly, but he sits on the lidded toilet, physically and metaphorically blocking me from my release. I want to just let it out in the tub, but I don’t know how hydrated I am and I don’t want him to know I’m peeing in the bath. I feel a leak make its way out of the tip of my dick and I put my hand over it, hoping he hasn’t noticed. He continues talking, leaving me in the clear. Another leak slips out. It feels so good. I bite my lip. I let a longer leak out, glancing down to make sure there is no yellow making itself apparent. My boyfriend continues talking with me as I empty my bladder in increments. Stopping the stream once it starts is difficult and leaves me shivering, but he doesn’t notice and it seems to be working. He stands up from the lidded toilet and I have been able to empty about 4 spurts, still very full and wanting to release now more than ever. My bladder resolve crumbles and I completely let go, pissing directly into the water. Thankfully, since I was so hydrated you can’t see any of my stream within the bathwater, and he is none the wiser. He washes his hands and goes to make dinner, and I’m left pissing myself in the bathwater, the release being enough to make me shut my eyes and quietly moan. After I finish a long and WELL DESERVED pee I drain the water and shower off, feeling warm and content.
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  22. Peeing Jeans while Texting View File Texting a girl I know, I'm too lazy to use the bathroom. I get pee dripping from my jeans all over my living room carpet. That sucks. Submitter nocturne_88 Submitted 03/04/2016 Category Pants Wetting
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  23. I vote for speed as well. I couldn't protect Rayna's innocence... ;_;
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  24. I'd also love to get this stuff! Maybe try to post it in the topic to make it available for every user interested!
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  25. I'd love to, but it'll have to be later. I'm on my tablet right now and it sucks lol. I promise I'll get back to you.
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  26. " 'll start off by saying the idea is really cool. You should be proud to be so imaginative and for putting in so much work. But with that said, have you ever heard of "show, don't tell"? This story needs this advice worse than anything. Almost every sentence is telling us what to think or how to feel. A better practice is to describe with strong action words (verbs) what Bri does or experiences. It draws us in by letting us picture the scene. Add in a much closer watch on run-on sentences and you'll be in great shape." My sister said the exact same thing when I showed a her a short excerpt. I'm trying to figure out how to do this because I'm not the most visual person to begin with and I only have text to work with. Could you give examples of where you'd make it edits so I can get an idea of how this would work?
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  27. I'm looking forward to reading those!
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  28. thank you!!! i have another few stories like this... maybe i will share them someday
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  29. I am trans and into omorashi. I wasn't able to transition until after high school due era I went to school during 1968-81. I had heard about girls peeing their panties from my older brother and from my cousins and was already fascinated. None of them saw a boy pee his pants, so I figured it was totally a girl thing and as a trans boy who desperately wanted to be a girl, I wanted to be a girl peeing her panties in school or church;. When I saw the first girl pee her panties during prayers at the Catholic school I went to, I so wanted to be her and my transgenderism became totally intertwined with my omorashi and with minis, as she was wearing a minidress. It also totally shaped my primary omorashi interest; which is classroom pantie pees. I wrote two articles on my classroom desperation site related to my first sighting and my thoughts on it. https://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/first-sighting-and-impresseions.html and https://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/wanting-to-be-the-girl-who-peed-her-panties-in-class.html In community college I finally got to pee my panties as a preop transwoman during an accounting exam. On one hand I was totally embarrased on the other, I enjoyed the intensity of the experience and the sympathy I got afterwards. Tess
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  30. Yes I realize I’m feeding the troll here but I’ll just say what everyone else is thinking in this situation: if you really, honestly regret your previous actions then stop bringing them up. It’s immature and as far as I can tell only done to stir up more controversy. You were far from correct in that situation method-wise or argument-wise and posting something unrelated and then devolving back into previous issues and arguments only serves to highlight that you have in fact learned nothing from the past week or so.
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  31. A wonderful way to end one year and begin another. I like Carla's glasses and as always the mounting embarrassment and wetting process are both beautifully rendered. If this is any indication, 2018 will be excellent...
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  32. Callie for the girl Simon for the boy
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  33. A Kobold Story

    I decided to write a non-canon story for the new year. Warning though, it will feature diapers, and messing. Aki was more embarrassed now than ever. Her master had taken away her uniform and given her this.. Embarrassing undergarment for hatchlings. It was part of some human celebration, they said. They chose her to be a 'baby new years' before letting her loose at the small party. By small, she means around thirty lords and ladies. Everyone watched her. She had been drinking wine, and her large dinner earlier was starting to get through.. Hopefully her master wouldn't deny her the chamberpot again. Now that she was more used to walking around in her diaper and sash, she approached her master. "E-Excuse me, Master. N-Need chamberpot." She said, and the human replied with words that rattled her scales, "Why, you're wearing it baby new year." That reply was all she needed to hear to know that her master was going to enjoy watching her struggle. She nodded and walked away, the garment making her waddle slightly. She blushed after a few minutes, as when she was talking to a fellow maid, her sromach gurgled. Her bladder grew more urgent as the night went on. After another hour or so, the bearable discomfort grew worse. She started to shift from foot to foot and tried to squeeze her legs together, but the thick diaper prevented that. It also made any attempt to hold herself null. She whimpered and her tail lowered to the ground when she felt a warm spurt penetrate her defenses, soaking into the childish undergarment. She bept fighting for a few more minutes, the spurts getting worse, from quick half-second spurts to full second and eventually longer, until her tail lifted and she started openly wetting herself.. With one release, the other begged for it. She blushed as she passed gas while wetting herself, only to look around and realize everyone is watching. As if that wasn't enough, the sheer embarrassment led her to panic. In that panic, her tail lifted up higher. With the warm wetness soaking into the front and underside of the diaper, she also felt pressure begin to build. She involuntarily grunted as in her panic, she had lost control of her bowels. Her body pushed soft mush into the back of her diaper. She shuddered as she felt the sticky, warm substance coat her backside and the underside of her tail. She squatted her legs slightly, and the growing bulge made it obvious to the onlookers what was happening. She fought back tears, she knew they would want to see her cry too. The party went on for another two hours, and her master refused to let her change. At one point, a lady showed her kindness and given her a hug. Around an hour later, a cruel lord made a rude comment about the amell and made a show of picking her up and patting her diaper. She felt the mess squish and spread, going between her legs and coating her entire backside now. After the party, she was hand-cleaned by her lord's bathers, much to the dismay of all parties involved.
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  34. What if a story was written where 2 or more people got into a situation like this but instead of a toilet all they have is some sort of container. Instead of trading places and being able to empty themselves fully into a toilet they would need to have some restraint. Some might even be greedy and won't give up the container and fill it to much so another person won't be able to get release. The picture came from an artist called Hanomidori.
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  35. Here's the wet pant story... I was working this evening so my partner came to pick me up (we don't have a car and we walk. I live about 20 minutes from home.) I was a bit desperate to pee because I had been very busy and I didn't get a chance to use the toilet. I got changed and somebody offered a drive so we gladly took it. Once we were home, we realized we forgot to buy some drinks for tonight relaxing gaming night, so we got dressed again and went to the store which is about 10 minutes walk away from our place. I was almost doing the pee pee dance when we left but we had to hurry in case the store would close before we get there. I managed to get at least to the store without wetting. We bought our things and we left. On the way home, I could barely hold it. I had my first spurt of pee at the red light because we had to wait. I was able to regain control but I felt the warmth spread on my butt a little bit. I acted as if nothing happened. We finally got to cross the street after what I felt was an eternity and we continued to walk towards home. My partner wanted to see something so we did a tiny detour before going home. As we were walking down our street, I felt myself loosing control as I was walking. I was having little spurts here and there and I could feel the pee spreading but I tried to act as natural as possible. I could feel my pee slowly trickling down my leg and spreading on my butt even more. As I was trying to open the door of our apartment, I started doing the pee pee dance. I really needed to go, even thought i peed my pants a bit on the way home. He noticed right away and then asked me if I needed to pee. I shyly answered yes, I'm about to pee my pants. I finally managed to open the door but I had another big pee spurt in my pants. I got undressed and my partner told me to show him how wet I was. I had a big wet patch on the front of my crotch and my butt was all shiny from the fresh pee. All the inside on my legs were wet down to my knees. He laughed a little and said I had to wear diapers until tomorrow... since I was such a pee pee pants.
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  36. Thank you really much! This is the kind of support I need! :) I think you deserve a "prize"... like a new video! WARNING: THIS VIDEO CONTAINS NUDITY In this video I am really desperate after dinner (you can see my bulging bladder, and also stomach!). I drank a big beer (660 ml) and one liter of water and I'm bursting: I have such a small bladder :P With only my briefs on, I start to wash the dishes, but the task is really really hard to complete. Suddenly I felt a spasm in my penis and hot trumbling piss begin to fall down my underwear, legs, feet and toes. The relief is immense and amazing. In the end I let you see my ass and my soaked penis, with a smile. Half-naked Dishwasher.mp4 14.9 MB Again, so sorry for the shortness of this video, I was really exploding! ;) And also for the low quality, but you know my pc. Hoper everyone likes my new video. I'm open to suggestions and comments, just try not to be rude!
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  37. Well, here are the stragglers. The Pee-Ray seems to have been activated yet again. And a single standalone image:
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  38. I ran to the bathroom and the door was still locked and at that point big bursts were already streaming out, I tried to walk back to my friends bedroom but I couldn't make it, it was too much I just had to collapse on the floor and let out everything it was so embarrassing but at the same time I couldn't help but moan in relief it felt so good. It was a steady stream I swear it lasted forever
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  39. Gender based toilets are nonsense in my opinion. Where I live you see gender neutral toilets appear more and more. But it's not something recent. My workplace only has 'toilets' with no different ones for males or females, dressing rooms in stores have none, the cubicals at the swimming pool have none etc. A popular festival here has done away with gender based toilets simply because gender neutral ones are way more efficient. They did an official study and the waiting times were 11 minutes for females and 11 seconds for males. Now it's 3 minutes average for the cubicals and still 11 seconds for the urinals. Way better for everyone. So stop with this form of seggregation as it is not efficient (long rows at the females while the mens are vacant) and it immediately solves the 'choose your bathroom' issue for gender-fluent people.
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  40. Part Twelve- “Are you okay?” Emma asked, looking over the bandages that were wrapped around Maisha's arms and torso. “I am,” Maisha responded. “Now that I am here, anyway. Elise is taking very good care of me.” “Brilliant,” Emma said with a smile. She looked up at the ceiling, uncertain of what she should say next. “Since I know your real name, it's only fair I tell you mine. I go by Emma here as you know, but my name is Megan.” “I'm glad you're here. Not in the hospital room of course, just like...in general. I haven't had much contact with anyone other than Kay and the Doctor since I got here.” Emma held her lips open slightly, again at a loss for polite words. “Let me guess,” Maisha chuckled, quickly catching on to Emma's awkward silence. “Kay told you not to bother me or she'd do something horrible to you?” Emma snorted a laugh through her nose, then yelped as a tiny spurt of pee leaked out of her and soaked into the sheets. She exhaled and nodded. “That's about it, yeah.” Maisha sighed. “She has been so protective of me since I got here. I appreciate her kindness, I truly do, but I wish she would calm down just a bit. So tell me, Kay's request be damned, do you wish to know how I ended up like this?” Emma grimaced but nodded again. “I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious.” “I've been stuck in here for three days with nobody but the doctor, and she is buried in paperwork the entire time. Then Kay comes in for a few minutes each day trying to mother me. Like I said, I am glad to have someone new to speak with.” Maisha took a deep breath and shut her eyes. “I am sure you can tell by the colour of my skin that I am Muslim. Or... I was. I had a husband. We were from Iran, originally, but for years now we've lived in New Jersey in a large Muslim community. My husband was very traditional. He was good to his faith for as long as I had known him. Me, not so much. I would wear a hijab, I would not speak to other men, I was perfect outside of our home. But at night, while he worked, I made money in my own way.” “You were a cam girl,” Emma stated. “Just like the rest of us, right?” Maisha nodded, her face growing slightly sad. “One night, about a week ago, my husband came home early. I never found out why. He opened the door to our room and found me naked, touching myself, in front of my laptop. He went insane. He tried to kill me. He beat me bloody with his briefcase, all while the laptop was still streaming. At the moment, I had no idea who or what she was, but Kay had been watching. The next afternoon, the door to our house was kicked in and five people, they looked like soldiers, they came in and they shot my husband with some sort of green rifles, they fired little... I do not know, like little balls?” “Beanbag shotguns,” Emma muttered, her mind flashing back to a few hundred hours in S.W.A.T 4. “Non-lethal but they can knock people out and cause severe pain.” “That was it then,” Maisha confirmed. “They fired at him many times. I knew he was not dead, he was screaming and there was no blood, but I was absolutely terrified. I could hardly move, I was so injured, and I could do nothing as they dragged me outside and into the back of a truck. That is when I met Kay, and Elise was there too. Kay explained everything as Elise treated my injuries. She bribed the guy who ran my cam site a few hundred thousand dollars to surrender my address, and then she sent the people who grabbed me. They were all women, Kay called them her 'security team,' seems more like a private army...” Maisha breathed deeply and groaned, placing a hand over her bandaged stomach. “After the initial shock, I realized how thankful I was. What little faith I had... It left me all at once as I finally realized that my husband and every man like him are monsters. I wished that they had used real guns. I eventually calmed down, and we drove all the way back here. That is the whole story.” Emma turned back to the ceiling. “And I thought Kay couldn't get any more impossible,” she muttered. “Who the fuck is she...” “I have a feeling that her identity is a bit of an 'if I told you, I'd have to kill you' situation,” Maisha sighed. Emma shook her head. “When I first came here, she gave me the opportunity to ask her three questions that she would have to answer truthfully. One of those three questions was about her identity. She said that she was a well-known woman and that if she answered it she would be putting this whole place at risk, but then said that she would answer if I requested it again. I decided to let it slide and picked a different question. I thought I might be able to work it out on my own if I spent enough time here. How many young women could there possibly be in the world with this kind of money? She's very white, her ancestry is probably European. Irish or Scottish possibly, with the red hair, though it could be dyed. Can't rule out Scandinavian or English either. No accent to help work it out.” “You've thought about this a lot?” Maisha asked softly. “Just every bloody moment that I'm not distracted by a very full bladder,” Emma giggled. “I've got nothing, though. I can't think of a single woman that would fit the bill. Anyone with that sort of dosh would be constantly in the public eye. Could never manage something like this in secret. I just don't know.” “Maybe she's an art thief or a cybercriminal,” Maisha offered with a grin. “She could have just lied about being famous to throw you off the trail and get you to stop asking questions.” Emma blinked. “Nutty as that is, it's more plausible than anything I've managed to come up with. Especially the cybercriminal one. With all the tech she has here...” Emma shook her head and sighed. “Thing is, the question I asked her after she shut down my first one resulted in a tale about her childhood. She said that she lived in a mansion and that her wealth was 'very old family money,' whatever the shite that might mean. I suppose it could have been a fib, but she seemed so passionate and nostalgic about it.” “Maybe her great-great-grandparents ran a plantation and owned slaves,” Maisha said next. This caught Emma very much off guard, and she cough-laughed into her hands and groaned as more pee dribbled out of her. “Oh shush, that's terrible,” she wheezed. “And quit making me laugh, I'm gonna wee myself...” “Sounds unlikely, but it is a possibility,” Maisha muttered with a bit of a shrug. I researched U.S history pretty deeply when I was working to become a citizen, some of those families still have tens of millions left over from those awful times. Kay might have inherited the money and just sort of ran off with it. Saving me could be her way of making up for her family's history. I'm probably not the only one either, if she has a bunch of soldiers working for her.” Emma's mind was swimming. “It's...not impossible. But still, someone with that kind of money goes missing, people hear about it. Nothing's a sure bet.” “Seems that way,” Maisha said with a nod. “I kept waiting for her to take off the mask, but she wore it the entire drive over here, even when she slept. I'd think it would get itchy, what with all the feathers...” Emma shook her head. “I've had mine on for pretty much four days straight. They're actually very comfortable. I'm not sure what they're made of but it doesn't get hot or itchy, and it stays on easily even when I'm being physical or sleeping. Swimming, too. She has a lot of- Oh, mmmffff...” “What's the matter?” Maisha asked, turning her head as much as she could. “I gotta pee,” Emma answered, bouncing her legs up and down in the hospital bed. “How?” Maisha laughed. “You just went like fifteen minutes ago.” “I know, but I drank like a gallon of water this morning and I'm all weak from when I wet myself earlier. Doctor said I'm supposed to hold it though, so that's what I'm gonna do.” “So, everything here is all based around pee? Kay told me some stuff but I was too dazed to remember much.” “Sort of,” Emma breathed. “Long story short, the women here are supposed to hold it in as long as we possibly can, pushing our bodies to the absolute limit. Sometimes we get challenges, or we're told to act out specific scenarios. It's exhausting, it's painful, it can even be dangerous as evidenced by my presence in a friggin hospital bed right now. But let me tell you... When my bladder is ready to erupt, I feel sensations that you can't even imagine. Every touch, every breath, is like a star exploding inside of my body. It feels transcendent.” Maisha furrowed her brow, looking skeptical. “I've been desperate to go before. It's just really uncomfortable.” Emma scoffed. “You think you've been desperate, but you haven't. When your bladder is so distended that you look pregnant, when you can't take a single step without leaking, when your heart is going a hundred beats a minute just from the effort of not peeing... That's when the fun begins. If you hang around here long enough, you'll find out.” “And there are really enough people into this for Kay to turn a profit?” Emma shrugged. “I think she's only selling to the extremely rich. You know, like those political pedophile rings that you always see in the news, except not horrific. Besides, it's not about the money. She does it for herself. This is her own fantasy world.” “Then considering I've only ever seen women around here,” Maisha pondered, “I'm guessing Kay is gay?” Emma just nodded intensely. “Quite likely the gayest person in the known universe. She's never said anything about it, but I'm pretty sure that she despises men as a whole. There was an incident a little while ago... The way she talks, if it were up to her, the world would definitely be an Amazonian society. Sperm grown in tanks so we can reproduce. Canyons full of male baby skeletons.” “Ewww, stop it,” Maisha guffawed, reaching over with her least-bandaged arm to slap at Emma across the gap between their beds. Emma giggled and curled up as far as she could on the opposite side of her own bed. “Oy,” the voice of Elise suddenly spoke up. She had returned from a door behind her desk with a clipboard in hand. “Calm down, the both of you. Plenty of time for that once you get out of here. Kay will be glad to see you've already made friends, though.” “Glad you're back,” Emma called. “I've already gotta go...” “That's fine, but like I said, please try to hold it in. We need to be sure that you can properly control your bladder before I send you back out there. Right now, I need to take a walk around the complex and speak with a couple of the other women. I'll be back in about half an hour. You should be okay until then?” Emma slanted her lips and focused on the pressure in her belly. There were moments that it throbbed, but it really wasn't that bad. “Yeah, I'll be fine. See you soon.” Elise nodded and glided out of the room. The two of them were silent for a minute, then Emma spoke up again. “What about the rest of your family? Have you got parents, or siblings?” “Sisters,” Maisha said with a nod. “Kay let me call them almost first thing, from a prepaid mobile pho-” “Burner phone, Maisha,” Emma interrupted with a grin. “C'mon, be cool.” “Fine,” Maisha snorted. “She let me call them on a burner phone with instructions on what to say. I just told them that I called the police on my husband after he attacked me, and they had to stun him because he tried to charge at them. They still live in Iran, and my husband does not even know their names, so this will never find its way to them, legally. I then told them that I was going to hide out for a few weeks. Kay has said that she will give me three million dollars, even if I do not wish to participate in her videos. I will use the money to free my sisters from their own husbands and move us far away from any Muslim community.” Maisha sighed and stretched her neck. “I am tired, Emma. You don't mind if I go back to sleep?” “Of course not,” Emma said, waving her hand dismissively. “Recover fast so you can join in the fun.” “I am...not sure if I will,” Maisha mumbled. “It seems so...weird.” “That's understandable. The decision can be left for another time. Just rest now.” Maisha nodded and closed her eyes, and Emma could hear her snoring softly just moments later. ***** “Mmmffpph.” “Owww.” “Bloody hell...” “Whazz goinon,” Maisha stammered as Emma's moaning shook her from a deep sleep. “Oh, Maisha, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to wake you. It's just... I can't fuckin' hold it anymore and Elise hasn't come back yet. It's been over a bloody hour!” Maisha blinked and rubbed her eyes, sitting up as much as she could. She turned her head to Emma, grimacing as she saw the state of the slender redhead. Emma was curled up in her bed, her hands shoved between her thighs and her legs bouncing wildly. “I'm trying so hard not to leak but I'm so full. I didn't think I'd be able to hold this much so soon but my bladder already feels like a rock.” Maisha laid there helplessly, clueless as to what she could do or say to help the desperate woman. And then something occurred to her. “Uh, radio,” she mumbled, still half asleep. “Behind Elise's desk, there's a button she presses to directly contact Kay. Go hit it and talk to her, maybe she can call the Doctor back.” “Oh, thank you,” Emma sputtered, quickly sliding her legs off the bed and getting unsteadily to her feet. She moaned and squirmed in place, her face a painting of strain and pressure. She took one step and gasped, twisting her legs together. “I'm gonna leak, oh fuck, I can't keep it in!” “You can do it,” Maisha called, uncertainty clear in her voice. “It's only a few steps.” Emma nodded and began to walk, yelping with every movement. She was completely naked, and any leak would get all over the floor. She didn't want to cause more problems for Elise if she could help it. Drawing up what willpower she could, Emma stumbled behind the desk and sat in the Doctor's chair, double-crossing her legs. She stared around the desk, past the computer and a comically large stack of clipboards, and then she finally saw it. A small red button embedded in the backboard of the desk, next to a speaker. She reached out her left hand and pressed it. “Uh, hello? Kay, are you there?” Silence for a moment, and then... “Megan? Is that you?” Emma choked out a confirmation, flexing her legs even tighter. With no time to waste, she launched into a breathless rant. “Kay you've gotta help me Elise left me here with instructions to hold it in and said she'd only be half an hour but it's been over an hour and oh my god I'm so full I'm gonna wee myself please send hel-” “MEGAN, CALM DOWN,” Kay interrupted loudly. “I get the gist of it, I'm sorry about that but she got tied up by another subject who sprained her ankle trying to do gymnastics with one and a half liters in her... I'll make sure she hurries back right now, but she's on the other side of the complex. Listen though, if you're truly that desperate, just pick up a bedpan and pee, or step outside the office and go on the absorption surface. I don't want you to strain yourself, I need you back in the field as soon as possible.” “I understand,” Emma panted. “Thank you, Professor.” Emma released the button and sat back, shaking her legs and wiggling her butt against the chair. “I don't know what I should do,” she said, looking over to Maisha. “I could just let it out in a bedpan, but if I can wait for Elise and she sees that I can still hold it properly, she might let me out.” “It's up to you,” Maisha responded. “If you think you can wait without hurting yourself further, do it.” Emma closed her eyes and nodded. “I can do it, I will do it. I won't let Kay down. I have to prove that I can be everything she wants me to be.” “You really worship her, don't you?” Maisha asked. Emma made a weird motion with her head, a kind of uncertain diagonal nod. “I...I still don't know exactly how I feel about her. She's so beautiful, but that's not important. She does some amazing things, as you well know... But she is just brutal to anyone that even slightly wrongs her. I don't know if she's nice or mean, eccentric or diabolical. All I do know is that I want nothing more than to please her. At first I thought that it was all about the money, subconsciously, but I don't even care about that anymore. I never want to leave here, I just want to be with her.” “She sounds like Kilgrave,” Maisha muttered. “Who?” “Nevermind,” Maisha chuckled. “Too much Netflix, whenever my husband wasn't home and I wasn't camming.” Emma shook her head cluelessly, returning her hands to their place against her throbbing privates. “Should probably move before I wet the Doctor's chair...” Emma stood up slowly and gasped again, bending over and clenching with her fingers. “Alright, I'm okay, I gotta focus. One of the first things I learned here is that folding up and holding myself doesn't actually help.” Emma closed her eyes once more and stood straight, moving her arms to her sides and uncrossing her legs. She walked normally back around the desk and stood in the middle of the room. “If you do stay here, you'll learn that the most important part of holding it is just...not peeing. There's no techniques, no tricky-tricks that can keep it in. Your body can last much longer than your mind can, you just have to learn to ignore the pain and all the signals your brain sends out to let go. People aren't supposed to do this, we're all hardwired to wet ourselves long before it gets to this point. When I think of how I lost control at twelve hundred milliliters on my first day, that much is clear. I've only been here a few days, I know that my bladder couldn't have physically grown so much so fast. It's all in my head.” Emma paused as she noticed the way Maisha was looking at her, a sort of skeptical glare. “Problem?” “You're telling me that you can pee over a liter? Average capacity is half that,” Maisha stated. If she were any less desperate, Emma would have burst out laughing. She suppressed that urge and just nodded enthusiastically. “Hell yeah. I did over two liters just earlier today, that's how I ended up in here.” “Bullshit,” Maisha said dismissively. “Come on, tell me the truth. How much can you really pee?” Emma smiled, seeing Maisha suddenly become interested. “I'm telling you, me and the other girls here can do this kind of thing. I'm currently the record holder, even if it was due to a bout of insanity. I don't think I'll ever match it again. Anyway, look here...” Emma walked over to Maisha, not showing even a little bit of the utter desperation that wracked her body. Maisha looked tentative as Emma approached and stood right next to her, but she did not protest. “Feel.” Emma reached out and gently took the hand that Maisha used to slap at her earlier. She guided it to her belly and placed it on her massive bulging bladder. Maisha squinted as she touched it, the taut skin stretched across the overfilled organ. Maisha moved her hand, feeling the size of it, the shape of Emma's bladder full to nearly its limit. “It's...incredible,” Maisha exhaled. “In Iran, women could never pee outside of their homes. I often held it all day long, but it was never anything like this.” “You could learn,” Emma said. “If you stay here, you'll feel things, magical things.” Maisha was too fascinated with Emma's belly to respond. She continued to rub it, feeling all around to Emma's sides and almost down between her legs. Suddenly, she quickly withdrew her hand as though she had been shocked. “I am sorry, I should not touch you like that. Forgive me.” Emma smiled widely and grasped Maisha's hand again. “Hey, don't worry about that here. I'd let you finger me on the spot if Kay hadn't told me to knock it off with other women for now. Please understand that you're completely free to explore any desires you've ever had here. I know how suppressed you must have been growing up, you did good to become comfortable enough to cam, but you never have to worry again. Everyone here just wants to have fun, you get it?” Maisha nodded and flashed one of the purest smiles that Emma had ever seen. Tears formed in her eyes as she held Emma's hand tightly. “I am so happy to be here,” she cried. “I do want to stay, I want to do this. I want to meet everyone else and be myself for the first time ever.” Emma just smiled along with her, placing her free hand gently on Maisha's left shoulder. “That is so good to-” “I'M HERE!” a voice shouted from behind Emma, greatly startling her. Despite her immense clenching, she felt a tiny leak dribble out of her and snake down her right thigh. She spun around to see Elise stumbling through the door, breathing heavily. “I am SO sorry, Megan. Something unexpected came up, Kay probably told you- Just...get in bed, and you can pee really soon.” Emma released Maisha's hand and walked back to her own bed, climbing in with a pained grunt. Elise set down her clipboard and a large first aid kit and began walking towards Emma. Where Elise had glided so smoothly from the room earlier, Emma noticed that she was now walking slower, more carefully. Her legs were held together and strain was visible on her face. “Looks like you could use a wee as well,” Emma giggled. Elise just sighed. “Yes, the first girl I visited was in a room with authentic set lighting, very hot, I drank a good bit once I got out of there. I'm fine though. Lay back.” Emma did as instructed, leaning her head against the raised back of the hospital bed. “Kay told me that I could pee if I absolutely needed to, but I held it all in. I wanted to prove that I'm good to go back out there.” Elise nodded and shuffled right next to Emma, pulling a pair of exam gloves on. “I'm impressed. I've had girls wet themselves in here in half the time I've been gone. Either way, I need to be sure that you have full control before I'll let you go. I'm going to try to make you pee. Do whatever you can to hold it.” Emma nodded and braced herself as Elise placed a hand right on Emma's greatly distended bladder. She began pushing in and Emma whined softly, clenching her fists and pushing her kegels to their limit. After a moment, Elise slid her hand between Emma's legs and spread her labia with two fingers and began rubbing at Emma's clit with her other hand. “This...this doesn't seem like standard medical procedure,” Emma giggled breathily, her face turning red. “Not that I mind, but Kay said I'm not supposed to have any sexual contact...” “She'd sign off on this,” Elise murmured. “I'm just simulating stuff other subjects might do to you, to make sure you can properly perform your duties here without losing control. I might have a medical license, but there's no denying that many special circumstances are created in this nuthouse. Also, unlike most women here, I'm completely straight. Trust me, I take no pleasure in this.” “Well, I do,” Emma sighed, trying not to become too flustered. Elise's actions were certainly making it harder to hold it, and it became far more difficult as Emma felt a finger slide inside of her and begin tickling her g-spot. “You're...you're gonna make me cum before you make me pee,” Emma moaned through the lip that she was biting. “Believe me, I can hold it.” Elise nodded and withdrew her hand. “Close your eyes, and don't open them for anything.” Emma did as she was told. Nothing happened for what felt like about two minutes. Just as she started growing truly confused, and without the slightest bit of warning, an absolutely massive weight was suddenly slammed down right on top of her bladder. Emma shrieked and folded up in a fetal position, her body wrapping around something hard and round. She opened her eyes and moaned as she saw the huge medicine ball that Elise had just dropped on her. She threw it off to the side and fell back, breathing heavily and moaning with each exhale. “Only a small spurt with the initial impact, no getting around that,” Elise said in a dull monotone. “Well, in my eyes, you're basically as good as new. Astounding recovery, honestly. You really are a special one.” Emma grinned and sat up. “That mean I'm allowed to get back out there?” “Pretty much – But it's already late in the day. I'm gonna say no more holding until tomorrow, just to be safe, so you can pee whenever you like tonight. I know that Kay has something planned for you, so I'm sure she'll contact you at some point. Anyway, if you look to Maisha's right, you'll see two doors. One on the left's a restroom, one on the right is a shower. Go relieve yourself and get cleaned up. I'm going to get back to the woman that injured herself. When you're done showering, you can either sleep here or return to your room. Just don't let your bladder fill up again until tomorrow, I'm sure you'll need to be at your best.” Emma nodded. “Yeah, I expect nothing less. You should wee too though, before you go back out there. I won't even try to peek,” Emma finished, holding her hands up innocently. Elise flexed her lips. “I'm fine, I gotta run. Go shower and pee, I'll be back later tonight. Someone should be in at some point with food for you and Maisha, dunno who Kay will send. Eat and then try to rest.” Emma thanked the Doctor as she turned and left the room with her legs stiff. “She may act a bit above it all,” Emma started with a smirk, “but there's a part of her that's still into it. No reason she couldn't have a quick pee right now, it's not as though the other girl got shot.” “Could just have a strong sense of duty,” Maisha suggested. “Suppose so,” Emma shrugged. “Well, I guess I should do what she told me...” She sat up again and shivered, the immense pressure in her bladder making it difficult to move. “The idea of peeing on purpose seems so weird after all this.” “I'm sure you'll make up for it tomorrow,” Maisha said. “Indeed.” Emma stood and began walking towards the showers. She took small steps, pausing every couple seconds to wiggle her hips. “Oh man, I really gotta go...” She finally made it to the bathroom door and reached out with her right hand, then stopped. “Maisha, you seem interested, so I guess I'll ask... Would you like to watch?” Even with her dark skin, Emma could see Maisha blush. “I- I don't- It wouldn't be-” “Just say yes or no, it's an easy question.” “Yeah,” Maisha whispered. “If you're really okay with it.” “Of course I am. Kay will be really happy that you're getting into it as well.” At that, Emma withdrew her hand and walked to the other door, pulling it open. She stepped into the room, a large shower almost identical to the one in her bathing room. She turned to Maisha, a smile held across her otherwise tense face. “You ready?” Maisha nodded tentatively, leaning to her right for a better view. Emma positioned herself over the shower's drain, opening her legs wide and arching her back. She slid her right hand between her legs and spread her neat labia with two fingers...and then she relaxed. The moment she released her kegels, her pee began flowing from her. Gently at first, just a small stream that fell right into the drain. Over time however, her stream grew into a powerful spray that splattered across the shower floor. Emma closed her eyes and leaned back further, moaning in relief as her bladder began deflating. Her crystal clear pee splashed back onto her legs and pooled around her feet, the small drain struggling to swallow all of it. She went on and on, moaning constantly and thrusting her hips. “I...I feel like I'm gonna cum without even touching myself,” Emma panted. “It just feels so good...” Maisha did not respond. She was completely transfixed on the sight in front of her. Emma loved the sight of Maisha's wide eyes. She really was beautiful, and it only just occurred to Emma that she'd never seen a middle-eastern woman naked before. She'd never had reason to try, having only recently discovered just how gay she was capable of being. Maisha's body was magical. Her breasts were slightly larger than Emma's and she had smooth wide hips that Emma could only dream of, as well as a completely flat belly that Emma knew would beautifully display a bulging bladder. “You are gorgeous,” Emma blurted out. Maisha covered her face with her hands. “Stop that, I'm already embarrassed enough,” she complained. “You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen,” Emma asserted. “I mean it, you are just amazing.” Maisha sighed and dropped her arms. “You are very beautiful yourself,” she responded. “I can't believe you're still going...” Emma grinned and looked down at the thick stream that still flowed out of her. “I don't think I'm even half way done,” Emma said. She placed her free hand on her belly and pushed in, giggling as her stream sprayed out even harder. “Ugh I feel like I'm gonna collapse, my legs are all wobbly.” Emma leaned against the wall and slid onto her butt, the warm puddle of pee still failing to fully drain. Her flow was shooting straight forwards now, only the rim of the shower preventing her from soaking the floor of the Doctor's office. She crossed her legs and smiled as her pee was redirected up onto her stomach, warming her further. “Hey, I can't see,” Maisha complained. “Ah, sorry about that,” Emma laughed, spreading her legs wide again. She continued to relieve herself in the shower for another thirty seconds, and with a final push, she released a strong spurt that very nearly shot over the shower's rim. Once she was finished, she just laid there, eyes locked with Maisha. “So...what did you think?” Emma asked, as though she were asking a teacher's opinion on an essay that she had recently turned in. “I just can't believe that anyone can keep that much pee inside of them,” she said in a stunned voice. “I could have held more, if I tried hard enough and if I was in perfect condition. I have had a long day though. You'll see me at my best soon enough. Maybe I'll have Kay show you a video of the wee that got me put in here.” “I... I think I'd like that,” Maisha muttered. Emma grinned as she got unsteadily to her feet, being careful not to slip in her pee. “Shower time.” Emma reached out to the electronic panel, now familiar with their operation. She set it to the perfect temperature and exhaled as she was enveloped by the warm water. She never bothered to close the door, and Maisha watched intently as Emma took a very long shower. Every sort of toiletry and accessory she could ever need were lined up in fancy racks along the wall, just above head level, and she washed her hair and shaved her legs, then Emma lathered up her whole body with a shower gel that she was certain cost more than a month's water bill. A few minutes later, Emma shut off the water. The moment she did so, a tile in the wall flipped open and a rolled towel slid out onto it. “Yeesh, I haven't got that in my room.” She took the towel and moaned as she felt how warm it was. She wrapped it around her chest and stepped out of the shower feeling like a new woman. The moment she did so, the door to the room opened and a massive cart was forced through it, followed by a breathless Tsu. “Sorry I took so long,” she panted. “I wasn't familiar with Maisha's dish, but I did it! Kay ordered it especially for you.” She pushed the cart between the two beds as Emma climbed in, smelling an unusual but wonderful scent wafting from it. Tsu pushed open the cart's lid, revealing two shining trays that could have easily been solid gold, knowing Kay. Tsu grabbed one of the trays and handed it to Emma. “For you, four strips of lobster tempura with eel sauce, and for sides, two pieces of Ikura, two pieces of Uni, and six pieces of white tuna sashimi. I know we just had sushi, but I still had these ingredients fresh and did not want them to go to waste. I hope you're okay with this.” Emma enthusiastically grabbed the tray. “Of course, can never get enough of it.” Tsu smiled and nodded as she handed Emma chopsticks and a small cup of soy sauce and wasabi, then turned to Maisha. “For you, I have a main dish of lamb Kebab-e Barg, and a side of Sabzi Khordan with Nan.” Maisha reached for the plate, but Emma noticed that the smile on her face was simply polite rather than excited. “Thank you,” she said softly. “Not a problem, it was pretty fun cooking something so different. I have some drinks too, water, soda, beer, wine... watcha want?” “I'll have a beer,” Emma said. Tsu nodded and handed her a bottle with a label that was completely in German, then looked to Maisha. “Beer for you too?” Maisha cocked her head. “I have never had alcohol, I was never permitted...” Tsu held out another bottle with a smirk. “Wanna try?” Emma looked on curiously as Maisha slowly reached out and took the bottle. Tsu clapped her hands and reached back into her cart and withdrew a bottle opener, handing it to Emma. “Alright girls, enjoy the food and have a good night!” Tsu bowed slightly, then pushed her cart out of the room. Emma immediately grabbed her chopsticks and reached for a piece of the Ikura, but paused as she saw Maisha sadly staring at her tray. “You alright?” Emma asked. “I guess,” Maisha sighed. “It's just that this is the sort of food I had every night at home. I know that Kay's heart is in the right place, but it is just bad memories.” Emma frowned, then brightened right up as a thought occurred to her. “You ever try sushi? I'd be glad to trade!” Maisha side-eyed the tray that Emma held. “I haven't tried much seafood in my life. What exactly is it?” “Well these sticks are lobster tempura, basically just means lobster fried in panko breadcrumbs. Then this here is the ikura, that's salmon eggs, insanely good. Then these beige ones are Uni, sea urchin. They have a sort of nutty flavor but it's bloody brilliant. Then these slices are just raw...white...tuna...” Emma trailed off as she saw the look on Maisha's face, as if a strange man had just flashed her on the street. “Hey, I know it sounds really weird, but it's soooo good.” “Well,” Maisha conceded, “I'd rather starve than eat this tonight, so let's do it.” Emma stood and switched the trays out, taking a moment to crack Maisha's beer as well. Maisha was scootched all the way to the right of her bed from where she had been watching Emma pee, and with not much chance of Elise returning soon, Emma took the opportunity to sit beside Maisha on the free half of the bed. Maisha smiled and settled back down, looking over her new tray. And so the two new friends ate together. It took Maisha quite a while to get past the tempura, but once she finally tried the more interesting sides, she quickly fell in love with them. She spent a good fifteen minutes ranting on about the different flavors and textures while Emma just quietly enjoyed her own food. She'd eaten similar before, and it wasn't her favorite stuff, but she certainly liked it well enough. Eventually the two women were full and satisfied, and Maisha turned to her beer. “I guess it's time to try this...” “CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” Emma teased. Maisha just tilted her head with a sarcastic look on her face before she lifted her bottle and took a small sip. “Hmm,” she sounded. “I was expecting it to be way stronger than this, but damn it's good.” “It's only beer,” Emma laughed. “Try vodka or scotch, then talk about how strong something is...” “Maybe someday,” Maisha mumbled through another sip. They both finished the beers over the next few minutes, and Emma yawned as soon as she set her empty bottle down. “Mmm, I'm tired,” Emma breathed. “I wanna fall asleep right here but I don't think the Doctor would be too happy about it.” “Ha, no she would not,” Maisha snorted. “Get back in your own bed, you hopeless lesbian.” Her bladder empty, Emma finally let herself erupt into laughter. She didn't know if it was the beer or just her general level of happiness, but that was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. She nearly fell over trying to climb out of Maisha's bed and she was still laughing as she fell into her own. Maisha began laughing with her, and it took a while for them to calm down. Finally, as the last of the giggles wore off, Emma turned to Maisha. “I am really glad to have met you. I know we're going to become amazing friends here. I'm sorry that I have to leave you tomorrow.” “It's fine,” Maisha said. “I'll be out soon too and I really look forward to it. Now I am tired as well. Hopefully I'll see you in the morning, before you go.” Emma nodded. “I'll be sure to say bye. Goodnight, Maisha.” “Goodnight, Emma.” ***** “Emma...” “Emma?” “MEGAN!” “Ahwuhd issit?!” Emma sputtered, shaking herself awake. She had completely forgotten where she was for a moment, and it took her a few seconds to recognize Maisha leaning over her. As her eyes cleared, Emma glance to the digital clock that hung over Elise's desk. It read 6:03 AM. “I'm sorry, I waited as long as I could,” Maisha whispered, almost directly on Emma's neck. “I woke up two hours ago completely desperate to pee.” This was more than enough to get Emma's full attention. The redhead sat up quickly and looked over Maisha. She was on her feet, her thighs squeezing together and her whole body shivering. “I went and sat on the toilet, but I could not do it, not after what you did last night. I went to the fridge behind Elise's desk and drank two bottles of water and I just waited and waited, hoping you'd wake up, but I don't think I can hold it anymore...I know you would want to see me do it...” Emma got to her feet, her mind completely awake now. She reached out and held the injured woman by her shoulders. “Maisha, are you sure you should be standing? Are you really okay?” “I'm fine,” Maisha yelped, shaking Emma off of her. “Megan, you were right, this is...indescribable. It's...it's like my whole body is melting. The pressure between my legs is so strong that the pain from my injuries has completely faded away. I know I'm gonna pee any second, but I don't want this to end!” “That's why we hold it in,” Emma said. “The longer you hold it, the better it feels. Are you gonna go in the shower, or are you gonna try to hold it for as long as you can?” Maisha blinked. “I... I dunno, I figured I'd just pee for you like you did for me. But I guess I could try to keep holding it. Do you want me to keep holding it?” Emma frowned slightly. Of course she wanted Maisha to keep holding it, but she knew the woman was injured and inexperienced. She knew it would be unethical to request such a thing. “I can't ask that of you,” Emma finally said. “You just need to do whatever you're comfortable with.” “I'mgonnaholdit,” Maisha blurted out all at once. “You'll help me, right?” Emma couldn't hide the stupid grin on her face if her life depended on it. “Of course I will. Just remember, I can't do anything with you. If Kay found out, she'd... Well, I honestly don't know, but I have no plans to find out.” “Feel my bladder,” Maisha commanded, seemingly oblivious to what Emma had just said. Emma sighed and reached out, placing her right hand on Maisha's belly. It wasn't solid...but it certainly wasn't soft either. Emma could feel Maisha's round bladder through the bandages, and it was clearly full and expanding. Emma pressed in lightly, causing Maisha to cry out and lurch backwards. Emma noticed that she was not holding herself or crossing her legs. She was obviously trying to follow Emma's advice from the previous night. “You feel pretty full,” Emma whispered. “You can still hold more though. How about another drink?” Emma turned away from Maisha and walked behind the desk, spotting the mini-fridge that Maisha had mentioned. It contained mostly bottles of water, although there were also various snacks. Emma took one of the bottles and closed the fridge, quickly returning to Maisha. She took the water and chugged it down with absurd speed, setting the bottle on her bed. She then began performing a little dance, still trying hard not to hold herself or cross her legs. “I wonder how long I'll be able to hold it,” she pondered aloud. “Elise always comes in at almost exactly seven, so we have a little less than an hour. If I haven't lost control by six fifty, I'll have to do it in the toilet or shower...” “I'll squeeze it out of you before then,” Emma threatened, playfully reaching towards Maisha's belly again. She whined and stepped back, grabbing Emma's hand. They stood like that for almost a full minute, Maisha shaking and moaning... And then the woman suddenly stepped forwards and leaned towards Emma's face, her lips held slightly open. Emma gasped and stepped back, crossing her hands over her chest. “Maisha, no. I want to, I really do, but Kay said I can't do anything...” “Please, Megan,” Maisha begged, her hips rocking and her chest heaving. “I've never had any friendly sexual experience. I've wanted this for so many years. I just never thought it would be with another girl, but with how I feel right now, I'll go crazy if I don't get off. Kay feels for me, she'll forgive you.” Maisha stepped in again, grasping Emma's arms and pushing her exposed breasts against Emma's own. “It's...not only about Kay,” Emma breathed, directly against Maisha's lips. “She's been planning a night with me since before I even got here, and I know that it's going to be unlike anything I've ever experienced. I want to be completely ready, I want to need her, I want to be absolutely desperate for her touch.” Maisha just whined, leaning against Emma. The woman's skin was very warm, her body strained to its limit from the effort of containing her pee. “Alright...” “That said,” Emma continued softly, “I don't see any reason that I can't help out another girl, as long as I don't get off myself...” Maisha yelped as Emma stepped into her, pushing her back towards her bed. Maisha's butt pressed against the edge and she rolled back onto it, and before she could get another word out, Emma buried her face between Maisha's legs. Maisha screamed out loud, some part of her reasonable mind hoping that Elise was out of earshot, wherever it was that she slept. She wrapped her legs around Emma's head and pulled her in harder, gripping the sides of her bed with all of her strength. Emma wrapped her arms around Maisha's thighs, letting her tongue slide up and down the woman's vulva. Every slight flick of her tongue made Maisha squeeze harder and shake more powerfully, and her voice was loud enough that Emma was thankful for the thighs that were pressed over her ears. Maisha's privates were burning hot and completely slick with sex, and grew even more so as Emma's tongue found its way to Maisha's clit. Emma could barely stay standing with how Maisha was thrashing, Only her grip on Maisha's powerful legs was keeping her in place. She circled Maisha's clit with her tongue, and she felt herself growing very wet and excited. She ignored the powerful sensations and focused completely on the task at hand. She slowly released one of Maisha's legs and slid her left middle finger into Maisha, finding her g-spot quickly and rubbing it hard. Maisha kicked out like a mule, moaning incoherently, her whole body bouncing around on the bed now. This went on for a little longer than a minute when Emma felt something hot and wet spray hard against her chin. Emma ignored it and moved her hand faster, rotating her finger around the rough patch that was any woman's most pleasurable locale. It didn't even take one more minute – Without warning, Maisha tensed up so hard that Emma couldn't even breathe. Her legs then kicked out to the sides and Emma fell free, leaning back to watch Maisha's movements. She thrust her hips in the air, absolute pleasure clear in her voice. She bucked and curled up, then spread out again, and finally a great spurt of white liquid flew from between her legs, splattered across the floor, and then Maisha went limp. She began muttering a bunch of nonsense, seemingly near to unconsciousness. Emma had no idea what she was on about at first, but it became clear as a small stream of yellow liquid began dribbling down Maisha's thighs. Emma stood up quickly, ignoring the pulsing, begging calls from her own womanhood. “Come on, you can keep holding it,” Emma encouraged, ethics be damned. “There's still more than half an hour.” Maisha shook her head, covering her face with her hands again. “It's happening...I can't control it,” she said, her voice properly audible now. “Get...get a bedpan, I wanna see how much it is...” Emma obliged without further argument, seeing small drops still falling onto the floor. She grabbed a bedpan from the top of the stack on Elise's desk and jogged back to Maisha, quickly putting it into position. Maisha moaned and spread her legs, scrunching up her face. She continued to leak, but nothing more than that. “I can't let it go,” she groaned. “I'm trying to relax, but I'm just so tense...” Emma did the only thing she could, placing her free hand on Maisha's belly and pushing in hard. Maisha screamed out loud again as her hard bladder was compressed, Emma squeezing in with her fingers as well. It took less than a second for Maisha's stream to explode out of her, splattering into the bedpan and creating a sort of whirlpool that swirled around the light pink basin. Now that she was peeing freely, Maisha fell limp once more and let the relief take her. The sound of Maisha's pee and the sight of it flowing out of her at such close range was driving Emma up the wall. She needed to cum, and she squirmed in discomfort as she tried not to do so right there. It was truly painful, being so close to release but being so determined to withhold it. Maisha kept peeing for longer than Emma would have predicted, about forty seconds total. Once her stream slowed, she finished soon after. The two of them just stayed where they were for a minute, Maisha regaining her strength and Emma trying to cool down before she came on the floor. Eventually Emma stood up and looked at the quantity of pee that Maisha had released. “Not surprised to see measuring lines in these,” Emma stated. “Looks like just about seven hundred and fifty milliliters.” Maisha placed a hand over her mouth and moaned in despair. “That's IT?” Emma gently placed a hand on Maisha's shoulder. “It's alright. Like you said, the average bladder capacity is about five hundred. You did good for your first time. You'll get so much better at holding the longer you stay here.” “I can't imagine what it could feel like,” she breathed. “If there was only seven hundred in me, and it felt THAT intense, what would a liter feel like, let alone one and a half or two? It can't be possible...” “It is, though,” Emma said. “Your body is so much stronger than you think it is. It's like the Matrix – Once you accept that these things are possible, you can surpass any limit you ever thought you had. You'll see when-” “When you're fully recovered, and I actually give you permission to hold to your true limit.” Emma recognized the voice before it finished even the word “When.” Emma did not panic, or jump, or try to explain herself. She just knew that she was fucked, and she accepted her fate like a woman. She set down the bedpan and turned to face the door, where Kay stood, hands on her hips, dressed in nothing but light purple pajama shorts and a matching sports bra. And, of course, her flame-colored, feathered mask. “Oh, Emma. That was quite the show, but you had one job..." ***** Author's Notes: As always, I apologize for taking so long with this chapter. I could list a bunch of excuses, but I'll shorten them to "Shit's been nuts, yo." I do hope that you all like Maisha, because she is going to be around for a long time. Not in this thread, as it is coming to an end within the next few chapters, but eventually. I do plan to write the next chapter pretty quickly, as I've been excited to write it for a very long time. It's gonna be crazy good, as well as just crazy. I hope you all enjoy this story, and don't forget to let me know how you like it. Any theories as to who Kay might be? Any suggestions for the inevitable spinoffs? Your comments feed my shameless narcissism. Just kidding. Thank you, everyone. Your kind words HAVE pushed me to finish this very long story. Just you wait. -B.L.
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  41. Looks like it It's in the tube...
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  42. The one that immediately springs to mind is this one - was it the one you were thinking of? Hot_Girl_Has_To_Pee-SKkdGllMgVY.mp4
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  43. Easy to identify her when you've known of her since the Mandy Moore days.
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    Here are nine Japanese women leading up to and wetting their pants in public (or semi-public), walking around wet afterwards and most then showing their removed wet panties. There are three women on each individual video (section). The original video was apparently broken into four parts but the source was missing the first. A decent catch for JAV pants wetting fans.
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  45. I'm all for seeing more Omorashi stories with unique premises, but @TrueDepression's behavior only runs the risk of discouraging potential writers, I would think. Focusing on what stories you don't like is not particularily constructive, and will only come across as rude and contrarian. And I don't think @Bedwettingchik12 is wrong for calling you out at this point. And at the end of the day, a great premise will not make a story great on it's own. It's just one of the many ingredients used in good storytelling.
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  46. I am into both male and female wetting equally. I am glad I am, it lets me appreciate more content. I am a little sad to see that males are often neglected in erotic content
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  47. So here's one from a recent hold: I did the six-pack challenge, which involves drinking six 50cL beers, one every 30 minutes, without peeing . After three hours i was pretty drunk, and i can confidently say i never, ever had to go as bad as this time. This is going to sound weird but i could actually feel the urge all over my body, it was that strong. That being said, i went ahead and did a misterpoll challenge (http://www.misterpoll.com/polls/613825) without the drinking it requires, and took this pic doing the seventh question. Hope you like it!
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  48. I love going to a public sauna all afternoon, getting increasingly desperate. I usually arrive with a half-full bladder. I go to the sauna cabin, where everybody is naked, for 5 to 10 minutes. After that we are supposed to drink lots of water from the water fountain, which of course I do. Then I lie down for like 15 minutes, reading newspaper, while my bladder is quickly filling up (somehow the sweating seems to increase the bladder activity). After about 3 or 4 repeats, I am usually very desperate, my bladder is sticking out visibly (I'm very slim), and piss is dripping out my cock. But I think nobody really notices, since nobody knows me there so they don't know how my belly looks without a swollen bladder :-) I also guess that people think the piss drops are sweat drops. There is a small basin with ice cold water, where you can swim. It is a very intense feeling to go in there when you are VERY desperate. Luckily nobody can see if I'm leaking some piss, since my bladder keeps pressing out spurts of piss in the cold water... When very desperate, I also like lying on the side in the sauna, cock facing the wall, and let some piss spurts out... nobody notices, at least I hope so... Does anybody else do things like this? Please share!
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