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  1. It’s probably Spring here in Vancouver and I’ve been taking full advantage. This means cute sexy pleated skirt weather is upon us! I’ve been feeling like doing some more desperation and wetting adventures out and about town. Today I planned to go shopping to a large local mall. I had some errands to run and decided to add a sexy desperation component to the outing. I filled a water bottle and drank a mug of green tea while getting ready to leave the apartment. I slipped on one of my favorite pairs of panties, my gray Disney Frozen panties from the Gap, underneath a cute equally gray pleated skirt with pink trim. The skirt is totally too young-looking for my age, which is why I love it. On top I had on a button up white blouse, with a gray blazer over top. To the undiscerning eye I therefore had a sort of school uniform look. On my feet I had on knee high white socks and flat runners. I wore big sunglasses because despite my tendency towards exhibitionism, I’m still very shy, and you can hide a lot behind sun glasses. Anyhow, I brought a large backpack to carry my purchases, and my purse. I was already at a 4 on the desperation scale when I took the elevator down from our flat. Now this is the level where I’d almost certainly pee before leaving the house, but I’ve been emboldened by my newly cooperating bladder and getting desperate in public was kind of the point. I started off the 20 minute walk to the mall at a brisk pace, enjoying the sun on my skin and the feeling of the slight breeze ruffling my skirt as I trotted along. By the time I arrived at the mall, my desperation was at a 5, a level at which point I would always start looking for a toilet while in public. I did not however, and instead took a couple of big swigs from my water bottle and headed into the fray of the mall. This mall is incredibly busy and it’s easy to become an anonymous figure in the crowd. I visited a couple of shops and drank more water. By the time I had completed two actually errands that I needed to run, I was at a 7. I was getting desperate. At the level where I should certainly find a washroom soon. Now this is my regular shopping mall, and I have all the washrooms mapped out. This is a good practice for someone with bladder issues, and a good practice in general. I knew where all of the washrooms were, but I was not going to visit one until I was at least at a 9. This mall has lots of washrooms, so closures and lines are not an issue. If one is closed, you simply need to walk a little further, or head to a different floor. While I had been running my errands, I noticed that some of the washrooms were habitually closed for cleaning. I kept an eye on these, intent on having some fun. Anyhow, I decided to go look at one of the adorable Asian import stores just for fun. While I was prodding little sad eggs and plush sushi’s, my desperation had reached an 8. I was close to needing to hold myself of bounce around, and I found that I was subconsciously making little stepping/dancing motions with my feet as I looked at the wares in the shop. As I stood looking at cute plastic things, I found myself either doing a little two-step, or crossing my legs tightly. I was at the point of thinking I was being subtle in my desperation, but giving off very obvious signs of desperation to anyone who happened to be watching. I moved on to a second shop, at which I was thoroughly in the ‘pee-pee dance’ mode of desperation, as my bladder creeped to a solid 8. I decided I could no longer reasonable stay shopping given the obvious signs of desperation I was giving off. Any reasonable girl, even a shopaholic, would make a bee-line for the toilet at this stage. Did I mention I have mapped out all of the washrooms in the mall? And that some of them were always closed for cleaning? Well at this stage in my little adventure in public desperation, I decided to go hunting for a closed public washroom. I could see when I exited the shop, that the nearest washroom was open for business. So I gave this one a miss and instead headed down to the main floor, the level which is one of the busiest, and which therefore has some of the busiest washrooms. My assumption was that these would be the most often to be cleaned and therefore closed. When I arrived on this floor I wiggled my way to the end of the hall with the entrance to the washrooms, but again noticed they were open for business. I was still and an uncomfortable 8 at this point and enjoying the embarrassed feeling of having to wiggle a little when I stood still, and the need to tightly cross my legs on the elevator. I took another big swig from my water bottle. The sloshing water made me squeeze my legs together and one hand darted towards my crotch. It took a force of will to avoid holding myself, but I was surrounded by people, including gawking teenage boys playing Pokemon Go, who seem to be everywhere in this mall. I was not going to be so undignified as to hold myself. Part of me wanted to, given the exhibitionistic naughtiness of the thing. I stood there for a moment, still enjoying the feeling of panic that comes from a full bladder. Legs tightly crossed, wiggling a little. I pretended to check my phone, and after doing so, slipped it into my purse, using the ‘excuse’ to move my purse to in front of myself. With one hand I held the purse. The other I slide behind it, and pressed the fabric of my skirt between my legs. I could feel some of the Pokemon Go players nearby staring at me and my heart rate increased. I really was desperate and this was a necessary move. This meant I was close to a 9 and needed a washroom now. I stood there for another few moments waiting for the pressure to subside. It did not. I uncrossed my legs, removed my hands, and did an uncontrolled little pee-pee dance. I was at the point of being both desperate, so the moves I was making were natural, but also hyper conscious of my desperation, it being self-inflicted, and so I was also aware of the moves I was making. After perhaps 30 seconds of dancing and again pretending to check my phone, I stuffed it into my purse, shoved one hand firmly between my legs, not caring if this un-lady-like maneuver was shielded from sight by my purse, and made a very real dash for the washroom. Fortunately it was not far. Unfortunately, I had let my desperation creep up to levels beyond which I could easily control. I didn’t care if there were eyes on me, I needed to get to the washroom now. I wasn’t quite running, I was definitely not walking. I was doing that speedy authoritative power walk. This carried me the 60 meters or so to the washrooms rather quickly. They were open and I darted into the ladies room. It was quite busy, this being a generally busy time at the mall, and there were a number of ladies using the sinks and mirrors. The second I stepped into the washroom and could see the stalls my body betrayed me. A moment of distraction was I looked for an open stall had resulted in a classic key-in-latch leak. I’ve had these all my life and you already know what they are, just your body releasing when you are oh so very close to the washroom. I was peeing. Right there just beyond the entrance of the toilets. I must have gave out a little gasp, as one lady at the sinks looked over at me. At this point I can only imagine how red I was. Standing there, one hand pressed between my legs, leaking uncontrollably at the doorway of the washroom. I didn’t pause long, leaving a trail of little droplets on the ground I hurried into the nearest available stall. In a classic move that resembles those almost-made-it JAV videos we all love so much, my little slow leak turned into a torrent as I turned to pull down my panties and sit on the toilet. I was filled with a huge wave of relieve as I voided my very full and tired bladder. I hadn’t even bothered to wipe down the toilet seat before I sat down, something I do in public restrooms. As I peed, I inspected the damage. There was a clear trail of droplets leading to the toilet and my panties had a very serious wet spot on them. I patted at them will a little toilet paper as I continued to pee. I peed for almost a solid minute. Once I was done and I had wiped myself (including my inner thighs and legs), I slipped off my panties and dropped them on the floor. I wanted to take a picture of my droplets and panties, which I did. I immediately regretted putting my panties on the ground, as this was a public washroom and therefore disgusting. To pick them up after the photo, I took a big wad of toilet paper and engulfed them entirely. Then I retrieved the baggie and spare panties I always carry in my purse, removed the panties, and slipped the ball of toilet paper in. Now I had a moment of contemplation. I was very tempted to go home sans panties. After all, most girls don’t carry spare panties, and naughty girls who have accidents in their panties don’t get to wear any. Or so the naughty dialogue in my head went. However, I did still have some actual errands to run and the skirt I was wearing was pretty short. The overpass I take to cross the busy road outside the mall has steep stairs and while I might find it sexy that someone might glimpse my panties on these stairs, showing my actual private lady parts is a bit too much for me. So I slipped into my fresh spare pair of panties and then stood in the stall and waited. I had no desire to bump into any of the people who might have seen the last 10 meters of my desperate leaking dash. As I stood there for a moment I remembered my skirt. I had been pressing it between my legs while I leaked. Had it gotten wet? I inspected it for damage, and sure enough, there was a small wet spot on the front panel. I mulled over my options while I patted it with some toilet paper. Rather than risk it, I rotated my skirt so that the front panel was on my hip and covered by my purse. Then, believing that enough time had elapsed. I opened the stall and timidly walked into the bathroom. My face was still warm and I had no idea if any of the people mulling about had seen me. Anyhow, I went to the sink, washed my hands, and then followed the little trail of droplets someone had made from one of the stalls all the way to the entrance of the washroom. Despite the other bits of detritus, drips and dirty foot prints, they were clearly there, my little wet trail of shame across the washroom floor. I went out and went about completing the rest of my errands, pulse just a little quicker. The embarrassed sensations that have washed over my body a short while earlier bounced around my head, which was a little light as a result of the chemical mix. I would have to get home soon to do something about all these feelings.
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  2. That's like 80% of videos on this site chief.
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  3. Did a hold this morning, managed 850mL,but feeling the pressure again so posting pics as it builds... I ordinarily have a really flat belly, so it was kinda shocking to see this. Omg.
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  4. Dark Smiles The idea of choosing a nightclub based on the appearance of its sign seemed naïve to Kevin. However, after spending half an hour searching fruitlessly for a club with a short enough line of sufficiently interesting people, it was ultimately a sign that caught Kevin’s eye. It read “Dark Smiles” and was accompanied by pictures of women smiling mischievously. It was the only sign Kevin had seen that evening that gave anything close to a reliable indication of what the club it named was like. Some clubs had seductive names like “Paradise”, some had more modest names like “Loser’s Shack”, and some had scary names like “Minotaur’s Lair”, but neither these names nor the artwork on these clubs implied anything particular about the interior (assuming the owners had not somehow captured a live minotaur and gotten the municipal inspectors to sign off on it). The sign for Dark Smiles, on the other hand, clearly conveyed the message: “We are going to have a great time at your expense.” It takes a very specific type of person to walk into a place like that. It’s not enough to enjoy seeing people smile. Most nightclub staff smile, either because they’re required to or because it helps them get tips. To enter a place that practically brags about preying on its customers, one would have to have such a high level of empathy that one would endure any amount of humiliation or discomfort in order to be certain that the smiles of others were genuine. And one would indeed be certain, because there would be no reason for an open predator (well, prankster anyway; the smiles weren’t quite condescending) to fake enjoyment. Kevin was not surprised by the absence of any line at the door; he doubted many people had that kind of empathy. Kevin himself, however, was one of the (probably) few that did. It had been several years since he had had to put up with any malicious teasing by classmates, and he was in a good enough mood that he felt he could take whatever the people at Dark Smiles threw at him as long as it did something for them, so he decided to go in. For all the chilling undertones of the sign, the door was actually quite inviting. It was closed and opaque, but it had a big, cute up arrow outline on it, inside of which the word “Enter” was printed. Kevin entered and found himself in a fairly small entrance hallway. Two open doorways in front of him led deeper into the club, but before Kevin could more than glance at them he heard a voice to his right say, “Welcome to Dark Smiles.” He turned and saw a friendly-looking man sitting behind a counter with a cash register. The man was smiling pleasantly, not darkly like the women on the sign. He had a very easygoing appearance: casual enough not to seem intimidating, but well-groomed enough not to look like a pickpocket. Kevin took the two steps to the counter, letting the front door close behind him. “Have you been here before?” the man asked. “No,” Kevin answered. “Do you know much about this place?” “Only what I can guess based on the sign.” “Okay. Dark Smiles is a drinking bar. Unlike some of the clubs in this area, we do not have a dance floor or a disco ball, and we play our music quietly enough to encourage conversation. Shall I continue?” “Sure.” “The next thing you need to know is that you might be put into situations that you find distressing. Have you ever been to a haunted house?” “No.” “Would it bother you to be pushed into mud or sprayed with silly string?” “Sometimes, but not tonight. Is that the sort of thing that happens here?” “Not those things specifically, but that’s about the level of mischief that you can expect. I won’t elaborate any further because surprise is part of the game. Do you have any physical or mental health conditions that you think we should know about?” “Not that I can think of.” “You should be fine then. Now, before you’re allowed to enter the main area, you have to either pay a fifty-dollar cover or change into a special outfit that we provide. You’ll notice that there are two doorways leading into the club.” Kevin looked at the doorways that he had seen when he came in. “The doorway on the left leads straight to the bar for customers who choose to pay the fifty dollars. The doorway on the right leads to changing rooms and lockers, and a hallway continues past them into the rest of the club so that you don’t have to come back through here. Would you like to see the outfit?” “Sure.” The man looked under the counter briefly and then pulled out a folded stack of white cloth. He proceeded to unfold it by holding an edge up with both hands and letting the rest fall. It appeared to be a one-piece garment that combined a plain white t-shirt with pants of the same material and color, although there was no waistband to indicate where the shirt ended and the pants began. After a few seconds he turned it around horizontally. On the newly-revealed side (Kevin couldn’t tell whether it was the back or the front), there appeared to be a vertical break or fold in the “shirt” portion, midway between the shoulders, starting at the neck opening and stopping near the waist. “It fastens at the back with VELCRO®,” the man explained, pulling the garment apart at the neck to demonstrate how the back detached down to the waist in a V. Kevin noticed two round holes next to the tops of the V at the neck, about the size of his thumbnail, each of which was reinforced by a metal ring. The man then re-fastened the back of the outfit, and the two holes lined up at the back of the neck. He turned the garment back around. The man went on, “If you choose to wear this outfit then cover is free. You would be required to buy at least one drink, unless someone else offers to buy one for you, but I can assure you that our drink prices are quite reasonable. The bigger concern is that the outfit will mark you, both to staff and to other customers, as a target. So what do you think? Would you rather pay the fifty dollars, wear the outfit, or go somewhere else?” “I’ll wear the outfit,” Kevin said. He didn’t know enough about the place to want to pay fifty dollars to get in, and he didn’t think he would be able to find another place with quite such a playful atmosphere. “Okay. Here,” the man said, holding the outfit out to Kevin, who took it. “This one should fit you. If it doesn’t, come back and I’ll give you a different size. Before putting it on, I recommend that you remove all of your clothes, including socks, shoes, and underwear, so that they stay clean and dry no matter what happens to you in the club. Would you like a pair of flip-flops?” “Sure.” “Do you know your shoe size?” “Nine.” “Do you care what color?” “How about purple?” The man looked under the counter and took out a pair of purple flip-flops. “Here,” he said, handing them to Kevin. “Remember, changing rooms are through the doorway on the right. There are three of them, all on your right-hand side. Look for one with an open door; if they’re all closed, try knocking and then go in if no one answers. Lockers for your outside clothes and shoes are against the opposite wall. You can pick any locker with a key in it. The key will come out once the locker is closed, can be worn around your wrist, and has the locker number on it in case you forget it. Remember also that that hallway continues into the club, so you don’t have to come back here until you’re ready to leave. You can use your key to start a bar tab, so that you don’t have to carry cash or cards with you into the club. Do you have any questions?” “No, I don’t think so.” “Great. There’s a staff member at the other end of the hallway who can help you if you have any difficulties. Have fun!” Kevin carried the outfit and flip-flops through the right-hand doorway and immediately found himself in a hallway with a wall of lockers on his left and three doors on his right. All three of the doors were open. Kevin went through the first door, which led to a small room with a bench. He closed and locked the door, sat on the bench, and started taking off his shoes and clothes. Following the man’s advice, he stripped completely naked, folding each article of clothing as he took it off and stacking them on the bench next to him. He then opened the back of the outfit and climbed into it. It was not excessively difficult to put on, although fastening the back again was a slight challenge. In the end, though, he was able to do it on his own, found that the outfit did indeed fit him well, and emerged from the changing room wearing his new outfit and carrying his old one. He found an empty locker, put his street clothes and shoes into it, closed the door, took the key, which was attached to a wristband, and put it around his wrist. He then followed the hallway deeper into the club. There was indeed a staff member at the far end of the hallway: a woman with reddish brown hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a shirt with “Dark Smiles” written on it. The smile she put on when she saw Kevin was, in fact, a bit dark, unlike the smile of the man at the front. Kevin did not let his gaze linger on her, in order to make it clear that he did not have any questions. Even so, when he reached the end of the hallway, she said, quite loudly, “Welcome to Dark Smiles!” “Thank you,” Kevin said uncertainly, looking at her. The woman winked at him, then looked away. Kevin glanced quickly around the room he had just entered. It was not crowded, but all of the twenty or so people that Kevin could see seemed to suddenly be looking at him. One woman, seated with others around a fairly long table, actually stood up. Kevin spotted the bar, which only had a couple of patrons at it, and started walking in that direction. He had only taken a few steps when he heard a different nearby female voice say appreciatively, “Welcome indeed.” He turned and saw that the woman who had stood up from the table was now standing right next to him. “Is it your first time here?” she asked. “Yes,” Kevin said. “Delicious,” the woman purred, more to herself than to Kevin. “Looks like I’m in for a real treat.” Kevin started to worry that this woman might actually eat him. He felt something against the back of his neck, then heard a click from that same spot. He reached up with his hand and felt a palm-sized metallic object there. “It’s a combination lock,” the woman told him. “It prevents you from taking off your outfit until I decide to unlock it. We put one on everyone who wears the outfit. I’m glad I got to you before one of the staff members did. I’ll take the lock off at the end of the night so that you can change back into your street clothes. In the meantime, why don’t you come sit with us? I saved you a seat.” Kevin looked at her, confused. “How did you know I was coming?” “Okay, not you you. I saved a seat for a cute first timer. So hurry up and take it before someone else does.” She took hold of Kevin’s wrist and started pulling him back toward her table. Kevin decided not to resist. If he did get eaten, then at least he would be a source of enjoyment for an attractive woman. The table had a transparent top and was much longer than it was wide. Up close, Kevin could see that it consisted of several smaller tables arranged edge-to-edge. There were five chairs on each of the long sides of the assembled table but no chairs at the ends. On the far side, the leftmost and rightmost pairs of chairs were each occupied by a man and a woman, while the middle chair was empty. On the near side, the leftmost two chairs were empty, while the three rightmost chairs were all occupied by women. The woman between the other two, in the fourth chair from the left, was the only person at the table wearing the club’s special white outfit. Her outfit, like Kevin’s, had a combination lock passing through the two holes at the back of the neck, preventing the outfit from being removed while the lock was in place. The woman who had brought Kevin there pulled out the second chair from the left on the near side of the table and gestured for Kevin to sit. He did, and then the woman herself sat in the empty chair to his left. “I’m Wanda,” she said to Kevin, holding out her right hand. “Kevin,” Kevin said, shaking it. A waitress approached the table. “What would you like to drink?” she asked Kevin. “Do you have pineapple juice?” Kevin asked. “Sure thing,” the waitress answered. “I’ll be right back.” She headed back to the bar. While she was gone, Wanda introduced Kevin to the others around the table. The woman to Kevin’s immediate right was named Crystal. The woman beyond her, in the white outfit, was named Emily. Emily was apparently another first timer, and she looked as nervous as Kevin felt. The woman to Emily’s right was named Debbie. Wanda told Kevin that Debbie was the one who had put the lock on Emily’s outfit. The names of the people across the table Kevin forgot almost as soon as they were introduced, although he did learn that each pair was a romantic couple. The waitress came back to the table. “Here’s your pineapple juice,” she said in a musical voice, putting the glass in front of Kevin. She had an amused smile on her face. Kevin wasn’t sure what could be so funny about a glass of pineapple juice, but he decided not to think about it too hard. “It’s two dollars,” the waitress said. Kevin realized that he had left his wallet in his locker. Then he remembered that he was supposed to use his key to start a tab. Before he could remove it from his wrist, though, Wanda said to the waitress, “Put it on my tab.” “You got it,” the waitress said. “Wanda, right?” “That’s right,” Wanda said. “Enjoy your drink,” the waitress said to Kevin, smiling even more widely, before heading off again. Kevin was becoming increasingly curious about what all these people were smiling about, but at the same time he thought that maybe he was better off not knowing. He started to drink his juice. “I notice that Emily’s the only other person at this table wearing this outfit,” Kevin said between sips. “Does that mean that the rest of you all paid the fifty dollars to get in?” “Yes,” Wanda said. “After the first visit, the free option just doesn’t cut it anymore.” “But it’s so much money! What do you get for it?” “We get left alone. And if we’re lucky —” she started caressing Kevin’s shoulder with her fingers — “we get toys of our own.” As Kevin finished his juice, Emily inhaled sharply, then, speaking quickly, asked, “Does anyone know where the bathroom is?” While she had never truly been at ease, Kevin was surprised by how suddenly her anxiety level seemed to have skyrocketed. Equally surprising was how quickly and excitedly everyone else around the table smiled in response to Emily’s question. Their smiles made Kevin even more uneasy than he had been, but they did not appear to be literally cannibalistic; whatever horrors might happen to Kevin or Emily while they were there, Kevin felt reassured that the two of them would be able to leave at the end of the night without any permanent wounds. Emily seemed to feel similarly; she sounded scared but not adrenaline-scared as she asked, “Why are you all smiling?” Debbie, the woman on Emily’s right, said, “You won’t be able to use the toilet until I unlock your outfit.” “Right, of course,” said Emily, in a tone that suggested she had forgotten about the lock. “I’ll need you to take the lock off. But it would also be helpful to know where the bathroom actually is.” In an amused tone, Debbie said to the people across the table, “She wants to know where the bathroom is.” She turned to Emily and said, “The bathroom’s next to the hallway where you came in. But I don’t feel like taking the lock off yet.” Emily put a hand between her legs to squeeze her crotch, then crossed her legs tightly over the hand and bent forward. She used her other hand to try to pull the neck of her outfit over her shoulders, but with the lock in place the neck wouldn’t stretch far enough. She also fumbled at the lock to confirm that it couldn’t be removed without dialing the combination, which Emily couldn’t have done even if she knew the combination because she couldn’t see the numbers on the lock. Wanda moved her hand from Kevin’s shoulder to his chest, continuing to massage him gently. “Come on,” Emily said to Debbie, “I really have to pee. Could you please take the lock off? You can put it back on when I get back.” “Oh, you have to pee, do you?” Debbie teased, still smiling widely. “Yes,” Emily said anxiously, “I really, really have to pee. Please take the lock off so I can go to the bathroom.” “Well, I could take the lock off, but I think it would be more fun to tickle you,” Debbie said, then unfastened some of the VELCRO® holding Emily’s outfit together at the back, slid her hand in, and started tickling Emily’s side under the outfit. Crystal, the woman on Emily’s left (next to Kevin), also slid her hand in to join in on the tickling. The four people across the table, who were also still smiling, each slid a hand down the adjacent person’s pants and started rubbing. They did it in pairs; no one reached across the empty chair. Kevin remembered that each pair was a romantic couple, so it wasn’t as though they were touching someone that they had just met, unlike Wanda, whose hand had drifted down to Kevin’s stomach. “What, you think this is cute?” Emily asked, still squeezing herself with her hand between her tightly crossed legs while trying to dodge the tickling fingers of the women on either side of her. “I’m serious, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.” “Aww,” Crystal teased, “are you going to wet yourself? Are you going to start peeing helplessly into your thin white cotton outfit?” Emily did not respond. Wanda slid her hand farther down Kevin’s front until she reached his penis, which had already started to harden from Emily’s movements and pleas and the teasing of the women next to her. As Wanda rubbed Kevin’s penis through his outfit, she said softly into his ear, “It is pretty cute, isn’t it? Look how tightly Emily’s squeezing her pussy with her hand and thighs. Look at the way she’s wriggling and squirming. Look at her face; she’s starting to panic. She really does have to pee extremely badly. But Debbie’s enjoying the show too much to want to take the lock off. Isn’t it delicious?” Kevin thought about speaking up for Emily. Remembering what the man at the front had said about silly string and mud, however, Kevin figured that refusing to unlock someone’s outfit when she needed to pee was fair game, so he decided to keep quiet. Remembering the lock on his own outfit, Kevin made a mental note to avoid drinking too much so that the same thing didn’t happen to him. Of course, they would probably still find some way to trick him. Or perhaps they had already decided to be nice to him that evening. He turned his attention back to Emily. Emily uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way, with her hand still between them, while the women on either side of her continued to smile and tickle her. “Try not to think about waterfalls,” Crystal teased in a singsong voice. “Are you trying to make me wet myself?” Emily demanded. “Maybe I’ll take the lock off before you lose control, or maybe I won’t,” Debbie answered. “At the moment, though, I’m really enjoying watching you frantically try to stay dry.” “You have to pee so-o-o bad right now, don’t you?” Crystal asked Emily rhetorically. “You really need Debbie to take that lock off soon so that you can have a clean, relieving pee in the toilet instead of an embarrassing, wet accident in your clothes, don’t you? Do you feel like you’re about to completely soak yourself? Do you feel like, no matter how tightly you squeeze your crotch, your pee is about to start flowing uncontrollably and unstoppably out through your pussy and saturate the entire lower half of your outfit?” Emily started to rhythmically tense and release her crossed thighs and the hand in her crotch. She seemed to be rocking back and forth, but she was already moving around so much from Debbie and Crystal’s tickling that it was hard to tell. Kevin felt his penis harden further from Wanda’s hand and the scene in front of him. Debbie started hissing at Emily, and Crystal quickly joined in. Emily started continuously uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, bending forward each time they were crossed, her hand still frantically squeezing and releasing her vulva as she tried as hard as she could to keep from peeing where she sat. She was quiet for a time, but then suddenly her panic seemed to peak, and, speaking very quickly, she begged Debbie, “Come on, you need to take the lock off now, I’m about to start peeing, come on, come on, hurry up, I can’t hold it anymore, I’m about to — oh no, I’m starting to pee, come on, hurry up and get the lock off!” Debbie and Crystal stopped hissing and took their hands out from inside Emily’s outfit. Debbie re-fastened the VELCRO®. “You’re peeing?” Debbie asked playfully, still smiling. Still panicking, and still speaking very quickly, Emily answered, “Yes, I’m peeing in my pants, I can’t stop it, please, please, please take the lock off, come on, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!” Debbie just sat there smiling at Emily. Through the transparent tabletop, Kevin saw a wet patch on Emily’s outfit start to spread past the hand she still had in her crotch. Her crossed thighs were still rapidly tensing and releasing, but it didn’t stop the wet patch from spreading further. She took her hand out of her crotch, wiped it on the dry outside of one of her thighs, and then buried her face in both hands while she continued to helplessly pee down the legs of her white cotton outfit. No one said anything as the legs of Emily’s outfit got wetter and wetter, or as the pee dripped from her ankle cuffs and the edges of her chair. Eventually Emily relaxed and uncrossed her thighs, presumably since they no longer seemed to be helping, though she kept her face in her hands. When the pee finally stopped flowing, Wanda gave Kevin’s very hard penis a playful squeeze through his outfit and then removed her hand. The two couples across the table removed their own hands from their partners’ pants. Then everyone at the table except Kevin and Emily applauded. Emily cautiously peeked up over her hands. When she was done clapping, Debbie, sounding impressed, said to Emily, “Wow, that was beautiful.” Debbie kissed Emily on a part of her cheek that wasn’t covered by her hands, then continued gently, “Don’t be sad. You were perfect. The bathroom next to the hallway where you came in has showers and fresh towels so you can get cleaned up. Hold still.” Debbie dialed the combination on Emily’s lock, then took the lock off and put it in her purse. “You can change back into your street clothes now that you’ve given your show. A staff member will clean the floor and replace your chair while you’re gone. But hurry back. There’s another show starting soon, and I think you’ll enjoy that one.” Emily slowly lifted her face out of her hands. She appeared nervous, but not upset. She looked at Debbie, whose smile had turned sympathetic. After a few moments, Emily asked Debbie faintly, “Could you walk me to the bathroom?” “Sure,” Debbie said. The two of them stood up, and for the first time Kevin saw how sheer the wet parts of Emily’s outfit were. It seemed that she had also followed the advice of the man at the front not to wear anything under the outfit. Kevin had a brief but clear glimpse of Emily’s labia through the wet, clingy, translucent material at the front, and as she and Debbie started walking away toward the bathroom, Kevin could that the back of the outfit was completely soaked, see-through, and plastered to Emily from the waist down, making her entire bum (as well as the backs of her legs) completely visible to anyone on that side of her, including Kevin. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Wanda murmured into Kevin’s ear. Kevin continued to stare at Emily as she and Debbie exchanged a few inaudible words with the female staff member at the near end of the locker/changing-room hallway before Emily went into the bathroom and the door closed behind her. Wanda was right; it was one of the most amazing things Kevin had ever seen. Debbie came back to the table, and a few moments later a staff member arrived with a mop, bucket, and rag. The staff member wiped the top of Emily’s chair with the rag, then moved the chair out of the way and mopped up the puddle of Emily’s pee from the floor. The staff member then took the chair away. “Wow, that was so much fun!” Debbie said excitedly. “The panic on her face as she started to pee helplessly while frantically begging me to take the lock off was absolutely delicious!” “Yes, I loved it!” Crystal agreed. “But remember, I get to use my lock next time.” “Yes, of course,” Debbie said. “I hope Emily’s okay,” one of the women across the table said. “So do I,” said Debbie. “I’ll check in with her when she gets back. If she comes back.” A staff member came to the table to bring a clean chair to Emily’s place. Kevin couldn’t tell whether or not it was the same staff member, nor could he tell whether or not it was the same chair. As he watched the staff member leave, Kevin saw the bathroom door open and Emily emerge wearing a white towel. She looked at the table briefly, smiled weakly at Kevin, and then disappeared into the hallway with the lockers. “I’d say that was well worth the fifty-dollar cover, wouldn’t you?” Wanda asked Kevin. “Absolutely,” Kevin answered. “We don’t get targets every week,” Wanda explained, “and when we do there’s often stiff competition for them. But when we are able to catch one it makes up for all the other times. The seven of us have banded together to increase our chances of getting victims to share, but I think this is the first time we’ve managed to get two in one night.” “Two?” Kevin asked. “So I am, in fact, a victim?” It had been his assumption coming in, but having seen Emily freak out while he, Kevin, had been able to calmly enjoy the show, he had started to think that perhaps he had somehow escaped disaster. Wanda’s count, however, suggested otherwise. “Yes,” Wanda answered, confirming Kevin’s fears. “I’ll explain why when Emily finishes changing.” Soon Kevin saw Emily return to the table wearing a long black dress that was thin enough to show the general shape of her body but opaque enough to conceal the color of the skin under it. She was smiling uncertainly. “They cleaned the floor and brought a new chair,” Debbie said, rubbing her hand on the seat of the chair and then holding the hand up for Emily to see how clean it was. “You can sit here again.” Emily cautiously pulled out the chair, sat down, and scooted back in. “Are you okay?” Debbie asked gently. “I’m okay,” Emily said calmly. “But don’t make me pee in my dress. I have to wear it home.” “We won’t,” Debbie said. “So, Kevin,” Wanda said, loudly enough for the whole table to hear, “are you ready to give us a performance like the one we just saw?” Kevin chuckled. “I doubt I’ll be in that situation anytime soon,” he said. “I used the bathroom before leaving the house, and I’ve only had that one glass of pineapple juice since then.” “Ah,” Wanda said, her eyes sparkling as she smiled playfully, “but, you see, that one glass of pineapple juice had a very special ingredient that will make the whole thing hit you really hard in about —” she looked at her watch — “three seconds.” “Oh, is that why I had to pee so bad out of nowhere!” Emily said in sudden realization as Kevin stared, stunned, at Wanda’s triumphant face. Sure enough, as soon as Emily finished expressing her understanding, Kevin felt a sudden, powerful need to pee. He tried to look casual as he felt at the back of his neck to see if he could get the lock off on his own, or open the outfit with the lock in place, or squeeze his shoulders through the neck hole. None of these endeavors, with the possible exception of looking casual, were any more successful than they had been for Emily. Kevin brought his hands back in front of him. Now that Kevin knew what they were after, he decided it would be best to try to hide his need. It wasn’t that he was reluctant to be their toy, but he felt an instinctive desire to avoid embarrassment, and he also didn’t want to seem like he was following a script. So, as calmly as he could, he said to Wanda, “Well, this has been fun. But it’s getting late. Why don’t you take the lock off so I can go home?” Wanda smirked. “Yeah, nice try,” she said. “You’re mine for the next fifteen minutes, and if you have a problem with that, you’re welcome to wear the outfit home.” That would be silly, of course; it would mean wetting himself in front of the whole neighborhood, instead of merely the patrons of Dark Smiles, since there was no possible way he would make it home dry. Misdirection clearly wasn’t going to work, and Kevin wasn’t really able to keep pretending that he felt perfectly fine. Feeling that he would wet himself otherwise, Kevin crossed his legs tightly and used a hand to squeeze his penis, which had softened considerably since Emily’s wetting. Even knowing that he would probably end up peeing in the outfit anyway, he had to at least try to hold it until he could get Wanda to take the lock off. There was still a chance that he would be luckier than Emily. “Looks like someone needs to pee,” Wanda teased. “Amazing how hard that one glass of juice can hit you, isn’t it? I bet you really want me to take the lock off now, don’t you?” “Yes, could you? Please?” Kevin asked, feeling his need to pee intensify as he continued to squeeze his penis tightly through the cotton material covering it. Looking past Kevin, Wanda said, “What do you think, Crystal, should I take the lock off?” “No, let’s play with him a bit first,” Crystal said. “Yes,” Wanda agreed, “that would be more fun, wouldn’t it?” The two couples across the table put their hands down each other’s pants again as Wanda and Crystal unfastened enough of Kevin’s outfit to slide their hands in at the back of the waist and start tickling his bare skin. Kevin squirmed around to try to get away from their fingers while continuing to struggle against his desperate need to pee. He looked at Emily; she seemed to have almost fully recovered from her anxiety and had her mouth open in excitement as she stared at Kevin. Beyond her, Debbie had a more confident, almost dominating smile, and she winked at Kevin when she saw him looking at her. Kevin felt Crystal kiss his cheek, and he turned slightly to look at her. Smiling, she said, “You look so cute wiggling around and squeezing your dick trying so hard to keep from pissing yourself while we tickle you. You really do have to go badly, don’t you?” Kevin felt embarrassed to have been seen doing these things, but he hadn’t really had a choice; it was the only way to stay dry. Turning back to Wanda, Kevin said breathlessly, “Wanda, it’s getting worse. Could you please take the lock off before I wet myself? I’ll be your best friend forever.” “It’s getting worse?” Wanda teased. “Is your bladder filling a bit faster than you would like? Is the pressure at the base your dick becoming harder to resist? Is the pee about to force itself through the length of that dick and into your clothes?” Uncrossing his legs and crossing them the other way, Kevin begged, “Wanda, come on, mix things up a bit, don’t make me wet myself like Emily did.” “That would be so embarrassing, wouldn’t it?” Crystal asked as Kevin turned to look at her. Still smiling, she continued, “Grownups aren’t supposed to pee in their clothes. And you’ve seen how see-through that outfit gets when it’s wet.” Over her shoulder, Kevin saw Emily blush and look away briefly, although she quickly returned her gaze to Kevin. Crystal added, “I wonder what your penis looks like.” Even though he wouldn’t be the first, it would indeed be quite embarrassing to wet himself in front of them. But he couldn’t think of anything further to say to convince Wanda to take the lock off. Feeling his need intensify further still, Kevin started to rapidly, repeatedly clench and relax the hand holding his penis as Wanda and Crystal continued to tickle his waist under the outfit. Kevin really felt like he was going to start peeing soon no matter what he did, but he kept quiet for the time being, hoping that Wanda would lose interest and take the lock off before Kevin soaked himself uncontrollably. “Pssss…” Wanda and Crystal started hissing at Kevin, making it even more difficult for him to concentrate on not peeing. He used a second hand to help him squeeze his frantic penis in pulses. Just as Emily had done, Kevin started frequently uncrossing and re-crossing his legs, tensing his thighs each time they were crossed, and bending forward as well as he could while squirming from Wanda’s and Crystal’s tickling fingers. He could not believe how badly he needed to pee. His dread was reaching new heights. All the other people around the table, however, including Emily, were clearly having the time of their lives. It wasn’t much longer before Kevin felt his hold weakening. He looked at Wanda, hoping to see her hand moving toward the lock, but she still appeared to be devoting her energy to tickling, hissing, and enjoying Kevin’s struggle. Kevin was out of time; he had to say something. “Wanda,” he started, unable to keep the panic out of his voice, “I really can’t hold it anymore, could you please take the lock off now?” Wanda nodded at Crystal, and the two of them stopped tickling Kevin and removed their hands from his outfit. They also stopped hissing. Wanda moved her hands to the lock and started manipulating it. Kevin did his best to at least keep his neck still so that Wanda could dial the combination more easily. He was still rapidly crossing and uncrossing his legs and rhythmically squeezing his penis with both hands, desperately trying to hold on until Wanda could get the lock off. But Wanda seemed to be turning the dial very, very slowly, and Kevin was already at his limit. He felt a spurt of pee shoot out of his penis and saw a small wet spot appear at the crotch of his outfit. “Hurry up!” Kevin begged Wanda urgently, “I’m starting to pee!” He felt another spurt and saw the spot get larger. He could feel that he only had a few more seconds before he lost all control. Wanda removed her hands from the back of Kevin’s neck, but Kevin could see that she was not holding the lock. “I dialed the first two numbers,” Wanda said. “All you have to do now is turn the dial clockwise until you hear a clunk, and then you’ll be able to open it.” Was she seriously playing more games? Kevin’s muscles gave out; he started to pee continuously into his outfit, and no amount of clenching (be it with his hands, thighs, or internal muscles) could stop the flow. Once he realized that there was no longer any point trying to fight his body, he let go of his penis and shifted his focus to processing what Wanda had just said. Clockwise, eh? He held a hand in front of him as though gripping a dial, figured out which direction clockwise would be, then put the hand on the lock dial behind his neck and started slowly turning it clockwise as he continued to wet himself. As soon as Kevin heard the clunk, he immediately pushed his chair back and stood up. The others around the table cheered as he did this, but he didn’t take any time to listen to them, or to see if Emily had joined in; he turned and ran to the bathroom Emily had used to clean up. He heard the female staff member next to the hallway laughing at him, but it barely registered as he checked the bathroom door quickly to make sure it was unisex, went in, ran up to the toilet, lifted the seat, removed the lock from his neck, unfastened the back of the outfit, and pulled it down to his waist. Below his waist, the wet material clung to his skin, making it difficult to pull down farther, but he was eventually able to get it past his still-peeing penis and finish his pee in the toilet. When he had finished peeing, Kevin found the toilet paper, tore off a square, used it to wipe the tip of his penis, and flushed it down the toilet. He then kicked off his purple flip-flops and peeled his outfit the rest of the way down his legs. He could feel how wet it was, particularly in the back; he doubted he had left the table much drier than Emily had; the portion of Kevin’s pee that had made it into the toilet would probably have ended up on the floor, rather than in his outfit, if Wanda hadn’t helped him take the lock off when she did. Once Kevin finished pulling his outfit off over his feet, he turned his head to look around the bathroom. He saw the shower and shelves of neatly-folded white towels that Debbie had mentioned, as well as a sink. He also saw a small door in the wall with the words “Laundry Chute” written above it. Figuring that Wanda would probably want her lock back, he removed the lock from the outfit hole in which it was still hooked before putting the outfit itself into the laundry chute. He then washed his hands and the lock in the sink, put the lock down at the edge of the sink, locked the bathroom door (which he hadn’t had time to do on his way in), picked up his flip-flops, and got into the shower. He turned the water on and rinsed the flip-flops under it before washing his body as quickly as he could, using a bottle of soap he found in the shower that he assumed was provided the club. He then put the flip-flops back on, dried himself with one of the towels on the shelves, wrapped the towel around himself, picked Wanda’s lock back up, and left the bathroom. As he came out in his towel, Kevin saw Wanda chatting with the nearby female staff member with the reddish-brown ponytail. Kevin walked up to them and handed the combination lock to Wanda, saying, “Here,” as the women both turned to look at Kevin. “Thanks,” Wanda said, taking the lock. “Did you put your outfit in the laundry chute?” “Yes,” Kevin said. “Great,” Wanda said. “You can change back into your outside clothes now.” Turning to the staff member, she confirmed, “That’s okay, right?” “Yes, absolutely,” the staff member said. “Good job to both of you.” She looked at Kevin to include him in the compliment, then added, “The nearest changing room has another laundry chute for your towel and flip-flops.” “You can come sit with us again when you’re done,” Wanda told Kevin. “Your place has already been cleaned. Of course, if you’d rather go home, that’s fine too.” “Thanks,” Kevin said. He went to the lockers, removed his key from his wrist, unlocked his own locker, took his clothes and shoes out, and went into the changing room closest to the bar to put them on. He found the laundry chute and put his towel and flip-flops into it before returning, dressed, to Wanda’s table. As Kevin sat back down, Wanda said excitedly, “You’re back!” and hugged him as well as she could, given that they were both sitting down. “That was amazing!” Wanda went on, releasing Kevin from the hug. “I really loved messing with you as you desperately tried not to wet yourself. But my favorite part was seeing you stand up after starting to pee helplessly into that white cotton outfit. It went just as see-through as Emily’s, and it was really magical to see the pee continue to flow, both while you were standing there and as you turned and ran to the bathroom. You really couldn’t stop it, could you?” “I really couldn’t,” Kevin admitted. “I’m lucky I got any in the toilet at all.” “Well, thanks for the show,” Wanda said. “I hope you’re not traumatized. They screen people coming in as well as they can without ruining the game.” “I’m fine,” Kevin reassured Wanda. “I’m glad you had fun.” “That’s good to hear,” Wanda said. “We’ll probably hang out here for another half an hour to see if we can snag a third target, and then we’re planning to go to an afterparty. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.” She looked at Emily and said, “You, too.” “Sure, I’d totally be up for that,” Kevin said. “Yeah, that sounds fun,” Emily agreed. Overall, Kevin had found Dark Smiles to be the most exciting place he had ever visited. The End
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  5. quite hot imho; maybe drunk? https://www.erome.com/a/9wOj5j9u
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  6. Hey... new here... currently doing a fun morning hold... here’s a shot from my 800mL hold last night. Belly was *hard*
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  7. Don't worry! It could happen :) If anyone is interested in her videos, I'm going to post all her peeing videos below (beside the one already posted). For other videos with her, this is her Ponhub page: hellenthecat WARNING: Nudity (splendid nudity, yummy) and masturbation appears on some videos. I'll try to cover it as I can, for the most sensitive ones :) Teen Omorashi.mp4 POV Toy Piss.mp4 Bathroom Piss.mp4 Cute Pissing.mp4 Girl showing ass in bath and pissing.mp4 Shower Pissing.mp4 Girl Bath peeing.mp4 Sexy shower Piss.mp4 Bath Omorashi.mp4 Teen Shower Pee.mp4 Good Girl Piss in Bath.mp4 POV Pants pee.mp4 Teen Piss.mp4 Cute Teen Omorashi.mp4 Shower Piss (in bikini).mp4 Teen Piss 2.mp4 Enjoy!
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  8. Imagine waking up in a world where toilets just don't exist. People still have to go, but toilets don't exist. When you need to wee, that's what you do. Where ever you are, whatever you're wearing. "Hey Gemma. Get up, lazy! You're gonna be late" "Huh?" I stammer, opening my eyes and looking around. Looking down I can see my grey Track pants and bare feet hanging over the end of the couch and my roommate at the far end of them, leaning over me and grinning. "You know you've got a bed for a reason, Gem" She says, smirking and gesturing lazily in the direction of my room. "You can't keep falling asleep on the sofa like that" She says, pushing my feet to the floor and nearly throwing me over with them. "It can't be good for your neck." "I didn't mean to..." I protest lazily, swinging my legs down and sitting up. "I was watching TV ... *Yawn* ... and I just kinda fell asleep." "Where've I heard that one before?" Sophie says, rubbing her chin and feigning thought. "Was it yesterday? Or maybe the day before that?" "Okay Sophe, it's been everyday this week-" "Month" "...month. Still, it means I don't have to make my bed in the morning." She looks at me with her hips cocked and smirks again. "Come on lazy. It's time for breakfast." I heave myself off the couch and follow Sophie into the kitchen. It's not much, just university accommodation, five rooms. Two bedrooms, a lounge, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The table's in the kitchen, a rickety wooden thing from a Swedish furniture shop that Sophie managed to put together over the space of a week. 'Because it's really complicated!' she says. How hard can putting bits of wood onto other bits of wood really be? I mean they gave her instructions and everything! Sophie leans over the stove as she gets breakfast ready. She's a fairly small girl, barely five foot in total, and quite slim built. Don't let that fool you though, she could eat for King and Country. She's got relatively long wavy hair, a shade somewhere between reddish and brunette, and it comes down her shoulder blades. As she fiddles with the frying pans and the stove, I can just about see them moving under her pale white tank-top, which hangs loosely over her frame, above her light-blue pyjama pants. Her PJs are kinda old - she's had them since well before I met her, but she insists that they're fine considering that no-one's really ever going to see them. When I tell her that I can see them she just kinda winks and smirks at me. I, in contrast, am a little taller than average, and a little heavier too, though I won't ever admit that out loud. Not massive, just a bit...chubby. Nothing a diet and couple months at the gym won't fix, but I don't see that happening any time soon. I'm far too busy for the gym - if I spend all my time down there, how am I going to fit in all my sleeping? Anyway, the last time I went to the gym I slipped on the treadmill and got slung across to the dumbbells. On my face. That video did a few rounds on campus. I only wear these track pants because they're really very comfy, and that's all that matters when there's a back-to-back marathon on TV. Red Dwarf or Black Adder on a good day, Homes under the hammer or Home accounting made easy on a not so good day. Or a day where I'm too lazy to reach for the remote. That coffee table is quite a stretch if I'm already lying down after all. I've gone on a tangent - more about me - I've got messy brown hair, kept loosely out of my face with a clip, and only kept pointed downwards thanks to gravity. I can't remember the last time I used my hair-brush. Sophie turns around with the first frying pan and drops a couple slice of bacon onto my plate, then a couple onto hers. Then a couple more. Then another. She smiles and turns back to the stove with her now empty pan. "It's not fair" I say to Sophie. "How can you eat so much and have a figure like that?". It only makes it worse that she's dancing along slightly to the radio as she cooks, swaying her hips. Slim, carefully rounded. You'd think she was athletic if walking up two flights of stairs didn't wind her. "Just great genes!" she says, kicking her hips to one side. "Not just jeans" I say. "You'd look great in anything!" I watch her backside swing side to side, the cheeks forms visible as the PJ fabric sits over them. The handful of tears that bare tiny glimpses of skin. The large dark spot emanating from between her thighs as she - What. As Sophie stands there cooking, smiling and dancing, her bladder starts emptying. Without any warning, or any indication that she even needed to go, Sophie quite happily wets herself. A dark stain casts it's way over the curve of her cheeks, slightly upwards and around, while that same stain quickly descends straight down between her thighs. Within a second, the sound of splattering joins the spitting and sizzling of the frying pans on the grill, as pee hits the floor between Sophie's legs. Sophie meanwhile starts humming as she prods into the pan with a wooden spoon. Dark specks appear on Sophie's calves as pee runs through the fabric of her PJs rather than straight down, catching her calves on the way to the floor. a few more seconds and her calves are soaked. At the same time, the wet stain from her backside has spread as far down at her knees, spreading to the side as the flow with the curves of her body. Our dull kitchen light flickers and Sophie's soaked legs glisten as the light changes. I can only sit and stare, mouth agape, from my wooden chair. Her PJs barely soak any of it up they're so thin, so pee continues to run down, through and over them, creating a thin layer of pee that soaks over the fabric. Meanwhile, streaks flow down and cares every curve of her skin, surrounding her ankles, running over the top of her foot, and spilling between her toes, joining into the now-quite-large puddle beneath her. The laminated wooden floor of course doesn't soak anything in, and none of the puddle runs anywhere, and so the puddle just grows as Sophie quite happily adds to it. She steps to one side to put one empty frying pan into the sink at the far end of the kitchen, her wet foot slapping on the wood, her wet PJs flicking a few drips in the same direction. When she steps back there's half a wet foot-print showing where she'd been. She turns around with another frying pan, smiling. She doesn't so far as acknowledge the thin yellow stream from between her legs as she prongs a sausage and puts it onto my plate. I look up at her with one eyebrow raised as she stabs another and puts it down. She sees the way I'm staring at her and frowns. "What's up?" She says, Putting sausage after sausage onto her own plate, and letting her stream finish into her PJs. Once she's got a small pile, she turns around again to the grill, splishing with every step. She turns around with the third pan, and spoons out a fried egg and a fried tomato onto my plate. She leans back and empties the rest of the pan onto her plate. She turns around again, ass glistening in the light, and drops the pan into the sink. She comes back, pulls out a chair and flicks a few drips of her legs before taking a seat, squishing as her backside hits the wood. I hear her squish her legs dry under the table as she starts cutting her way into a sausage. As she puts her first mouthful in, she looks back to me, waiting for the answer. I'm too struck to really think of what to say. "Hello, earth to Gemsie?" Sophie says, leaning to one side and squeezing more drips out her PJs and onto the floor. "Something up? You look like you've seen a ghost." She says, popping more sausage into her mouth. "Sophie...what the fuck?" "Huh? Oh, right, I forgot the hash browns!" She says, smacking herself in the face. "I knew I was forgetting something" She says, smirking like I'm playing. Then she looks at my confused expression and mirrors one back at me. "You aren't this mad about hash browns?" "No, not the hash br- Sophie, you just pissed yourself." Sophie looks down to her legs, then at the puddle. Then at me, still as confused. "Yeah?" I put my hands out, hoping for an explanation. "I had to pee" Sophie says to me, as if it's a decent explanation. "What else do you want me to do?" "Use the toilet like a civilised human being?" "What-let?" "What?" "What the hell's a toi...thing you just said?" "Toilet?" "Yeah that, what is that?" "It's where you go to pee" I say to her, now a bit concerned. "My PJs?" "Do you usually pee in them?" "If I'm wearing them" "What?" "If I'm not then no" "Where do you usually....hang on. You're having me on, aren't you?" I say to her. "This is some kind of prank" Sophie looks at me like I'm being weird. I look at the calander. April 1. "Ha! I knew it! It's April fools day! You're having me on!" "Oh shit, it is! Dammit, I had something pretty great lined up too!" "That wasn't trying to convince me you've never heard of a toilet?" "What are you...No, I was going to cold spaghetti in your slippers. Where are your slippers anyway?" "I stopped wearing them. After you put spaghetti in them last year" Sophie chuckles so hard she nearly chokes on her bacon. "Oh yeah! I remember that!". Once we've finished eating, we both leave the table, with me carefully avoiding Sophie's puddle and Sophie splashing through it like it's not even there as we put our dishes in the sink for later. We both leave the kitchen and Sophie heads to her room while I head to the bathroom. I open the door, step inside, and - And there's no toilet. Sink, shower, bath, little metal bin with a foot-lever. No toilet. I lean out the door to see Sophie getting changed in the lounge, sliding her soaked Pyjamas to the floor, baring her still glistening legs. "Hey Sophe, where's the loo?" "The what?" "The loo- the toilet" "Stop making stuff up, I already know this is some April fools joke" she says to me. This has to be some kind of elaborate prank, I just know it. There's no way that toilets don't exist! I've spent the past eighteen years of my life using them daily! Well, except for that one time I was fifteen and the bar staff didn't ask for ID. I must have used my jeans at least three times. They were black so no-one noticed until I let out a sigh on use number 3. I think we were all barred from that place on the spot. I guess I should of waited until I wasn't buying drinks at the time. Still, you live and you learn. "Hey, you finished in there yet?" Sophie asks, poking her head through the door. She's gotten changed now into a grey pinafore dress, white blouse, and grey tights. "I want to clean my teeth before we leave for college." "Huh? Oh, give me a sec". She sighs and leaves again as she realises I haven't so much as turned on a tap yet. I turn the tap on and start getting ready. The two of us leave the flat and head to the bus stop. I haven't pee'd yet, but right now I don't really need to go - and I refuse to believe toilets aren't real! As we stand at the bus stop, another woman joins us. She takes her seat on the far end and opens her newspaper. We don't pay her much mind and carry on talking, until a splashing sound distracts me. This woman, sat at the bus stop, just proceeds to wet herself. I stare, confused, and Sophie nudges me. "Hey, what is with you today?" "She's" - I cut my voice down to a whisper. "She's just wet herself too!" "And?" "Have I gone mad? Am I the only one who thinks this is weird?" "I guess so!" Sophie says, grinning and leaning back on the bus stop. I glance back to the woman, who seems more interested in the story about the president on the front page than the massive wet stain going down her jeans and into her trainers. She moves her foot a couple times, sending ripples across the still warm puddle as it streams into the road side. "Here" Sophie says. "Ask her if she's ever heard of a toil't or whatever it was." "Okay" I say. "I will." I turn to the woman. She looks about mid-twenties. Short brown hair, jeans and sneakers, blue hoodie. She flicks one leg to the side. It suddenly dawns on me that it's quite rude to ask someone who's just had an accident if they know what a toilet is. I turn back to Sophie. "No." "What?" Sophie asks. "Fine, I'll ask." "No don-" "Excuse me miss" Sophie says. The woman looks up and smiles, pee still dripping onto the floor from her seat. "My friend here would like to know if you've ever heard of a toil...tai - what was it Gemma?" I'm blushing bright red at how rude this is. "T-toilet" I correct her. "A toilet" Sophie says. "Toilet?" The woman repeats, as she finishes using hers. Is that some kind of foreign food? Sophie turns to me. "Now will you stop with this toilet nonsense?" The bus arrives and we step on. I refuse to sit down, which further confuses Sophie, who decides she'll stand with me. My reasoning is that all the seat are wet. Sophie reasons that I've gone mad. I pick my bag up off the floor as a man stood near me empties his bladder into his gym kit. I don't want my papers getting soaked in that. Sophie agrees with me for once, so maybe I'm not totally mad. The bus journey's quite long, so I get ample time for my bladder to start filling up. By the time we get off I'm starting to show signs of needing to go. Signs like leaning side to side, pressing my hand between my legs, and - by the last stop - moaning. I get one really weird look from this 30 something looking woman and her daughter, wearing matching wet skirts. Well, only one skirt was wet when they got on the bus. Arriving in college and everything is still just as strange. Friends stood in groups, some legs dry, some wet, some with streams splattering down to the ground between their feet. Teachers and staff walking around, some stopping to talk, some working, some making puddles. I can only think about how sorry I feel for the cleaner. "We've got history first, right?" Sophie says, startling me a little. "I think so". I say to her, pulling my phone out my bag. "Yeah, history, with that new teacher, Miss Lynn" "We have Miss Lynn?" Sophie asks. "She's a qualified teacher now?" "Yeah, she was doing her experience year last year, now she's a real teacher." "Huh" Sophie says. "She can't be over 25 right?" "I don't think so" I say, shuffling my legs. "She certainly doesn't look it" "Oh yeah, she look really good for her age" A new voice butts in. We both turn around to see Anna walk up and join us. "What I wouldn't give for a body like hers!" Anna's in our history class. She's taller than the two of us, but quite thin. She's got long straight blonde hair, tied back in a pony tail. She's wearing a white blouse with one of those ruffled fronts, and a grey skirt beneath, and a pair of grey tights. "Why do you want a body like Miss Lynn's?" Sophie asks. "You've got a pretty great body yourself!" "Well, I don't want to be in her body" Anna says. "I want to be with it - she's a total cutie!" "So you do kinda want to be in it" I say to her. Anna smirks. "How are you two anyway?" Anna asks. "Good weekend?" "Yeah, it was alright" I answer first. Sophie looks at me. "Gemma's in bit of a strange mood, she's spent all morning talking about something called a 'toilet'" "A what?" Anna asks, looking at me. I roll my eyes. "A toilet, somewhere you go to pee" "What, like here?" Anna says. "There's a name for places you've peed?" "No, it's a specific place you go to pee" Sophie tells her. "Gemma's just making it up, some kind of April fools joke. I fold my arms and look at them both disbelievingly. "Why would I make that up? It's common sense." Anna giggles. "Why would you come up with something so strange? What's the point?" "So you don't get pee all over you all the time!" I almost shout. "You're dry right now, right? You must have used a toilet!" Anna looks down at her skirt. "No, I haven't 'used a toilet'. I just haven't been yet" "Why not go now and get it out the way?" Sophie says to her. "Maybe you can get Gemma to go too, she's been holding it in all morning." "Oh you shouldn't hold it in, Gems" Anna says to me. "That's not good for your health". "Plus it makes you look like one of those weird people who get a kick from holding it in all day" Sophie says. She pauses for a moment. Then she smirks. "You don't, do you?" Sophie asks, grinning. "Oh my god you do!" Anna laughs. "No wonder she's made up this weird toilet thing! She's getting off to this!" I blush a bright red. "You two shut up! I don't get turned on by this!" "Look at her!" Anna giggles. "She's holding herself and everything! Legs wrapped around each other - you're absolutely into this!" "S-shut up! I am not!" I've only now realised quite how badly I need to go. I've been too busy talking and being confused to even notice that I'm wrapped around myself trying not to pee. I bend over a little and press both hands between my legs to hold everything back in. "Look at the way she's trying so hard!" Sophie giggles. "I don't get it!" "It's not some kink! I'm not going to piss myself!" "You really are weird!" Anna says. As she starts to say this, she decides to empty her own bladder. Anna and Sophie continue talking, while I sort of listen and hold myself quite desperately, which isn't easy now that Anna's decided she's just going to pee in her skirt. At first, a few black streaks make their way down her thighs, creeping down and spreading past her knees. As the stream gains momentum, it begins pouring out her tights and splattering to the floor. Her and Sophie don't pay the slightest attention to the warm spreading stain around Anna's legs, staining her grey tights a glistening black. What the tights can't absorb just runs over them, dripping and pouring onto the carpeted floor of the college, splattering and soaking in, not so much leaving a puddle as a huge dark stain beneath her. Pee pours down her legs, with some of it catching her tight skirt. A black shape begins to form between her thighs as her skirt begins to soak up what it can. I stare unknowingly as drip after drip cascades between her thighs, barely slowed by the fabric of her tights. Anna shifts her weight from one foot to the other, knocking into a stream, which sends a large volume of quite strong yellow pee plummeting onto the floor. Anna then adjusts herself to stand with her legs apart, letting the golden stream cascade uninterrupted to the ground beneath her feet. Anna and Sophie don't even stop talking while Anna has just completely soaked herself. "Wow, Anna" Sophie says after the last few drips hit the ground. "You need to drink more" "What?" I cut in. "She needs to drink more? She's just pissed herself!" "Yeah I know" Sophie adds, with a look that suggests I'm the weird one here. "But did you see the colour? That was practically orange!" "What colour should it be?" Anna asks. "Kind of a clear colour" "Like Gemma's?" "You're finally going Gemma?" I look down and I see a drip or two escape. I must have been so entranced watching Anna wetting herself that I lost a little control! I feel the warm, damp heat spread down my thighs an inch or so. I blush hard as I hear it splatter into the carpet. I wince and manage to hold the rest back in. I don't have long left now until I can't hold it back and lose it all "Oh just let it go, Gemmy." Sophie says. "What're you trying to prove?" "I-I'm not just going to piss myself like a kid!" I whimper, trying not to do exactly that. "I-I can hold it!" "Why?" Anna asks, squishing her legs together. Hearing that is almost too much, and a small squirt is lost into my underwear. "If you want to hold it like some weirdo you go ahead, Gems" Sophie says, smirking. "Anyway, we need to get to class" We walk to class as a group. Well, I hobble more than walk, but with a bladder this full I think that's excusable. Sitting down in my chair seems to make the whole ordeal that bit more bearable. For the first ten minutes nothing strange goes on - Miss Lynn tells us what to do, and we do it. Today we're looking into causes for the Cuban missile Crisis, but the only crisis I can think of is the one inside me, begging for release. "Is everything alright, Gemma?" I look up to see Miss Lynn looking down at me. I've got one hand between my legs, and the other hand tapping a pen against my text book. "Uhh, I gotta - Nothing, it's nothing." "Gemma" She says, smiling. "It's my job to help you here, there's no need to be embarrassed to ask for help." "H-honestly I'm fine" "Let's see" She says, leaning in to read my work. "Ah, you're looking at Kennedy's reaction, right? With the blockade?" "Y-yeah" She turns around to the front of the table again. I look up at her again. She's not too much older than any of us, but arguably quite a lot more attractive. She's got olive skin and slightly curled dark hair. She's wearing a pair of tight fitting green shorts and a white tank top. Her face is quite soft and pretty, with freckels from cheek to cheek. She smiles at me behind her glasses and I look back down to the book. She starts explaining to me how Kennedy's blockade was the peaceful approach, about how the Soviet ships turned back, and how it could have avoided war, but the only thing I'm trying to avoid is an accident. Miss Lynn isn't though, while she's explaining all this to me, she has one of her own. She doesn't even hesitate or falter - she just carries on teaching me. I sit there, in my chair, staring at the green shorts of my teacher as there's a sudden dark burst and her crotch is immediately soaked by a surge of warm pee, accompanied by a muffled hiss. It pours down and out the legs of her shorts, splattering to the ground. A singular, powerful stream erupts from directly between her legs, pounding into the ground between her feet, flickering droplets upwards as they splash against the floor. Some of them splash against my legs, causing me to squirt out another dribble or two, which crash to the ground - not that you can really tell over the thunderous splashing of Miss Lynn's stream as she quite happily goes into her shorts. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other in front of me, interrupting the stream and sending it coursing down her right leg. At least now the splashing's stopped, as the pee is clinging to her skin, wrapping it's way over her leg before finding it's way into her shoe. She's wearing a pair of green canvas shoes, and the green canvas doesn't hesitate to begin soaking it all in. Within second one of her shoes is several shades darker than the other, and the white laces are slightly yellowed as warm pee continues to flood over them. She doesn't seem to care as she tries to point at parts of my text book to prove points about how Kennedy made the best decision. The only decision I can think of right now is whether or not to accept that toilets really don't exist anymore, and watching my teacher quite casually urinating in front of me like this is really making me question if they toilets ever really did exist. "Gemma?" Miss Lynn asks, pee still falling out her shorts. "Is something wrong?" "I - I think so, M-miss Lynn..." "What's wrong?" "I...N-nothing..." "Something's wrong, what is it?" Miss Lynn asks. She spreads her legs side to side to lean down, and once again her pee falls straight onto the floor. "N-nothing!" I insist, biting onto my fist. "N-nothing!" "Hold on, let me finish this" She says, standing up again. She stands still in front of me, continuing to pee. It takes me a moment to realise she means she wants to finish peeing, by which point the last few drops are falling from her shorts. "Right" She says. "Come with me" "W-what?" She doesn't say anything, she gestures with her head. I haven't really got a choice, I stand up, squirting out a little more as I do. I'm so concentrated on not peeing now that I don't notices Miss Lynn's quite large puddle until I hear my foot splash into it. I wince again, then carry on out the room. "So, Gemma" Miss Lynn says, leaning against the wall and leaving a wet mark. "Something's on your mind." "I....I need to pee..." I admit, blushing. She looks at me like I'm saying something that doesn't make sense. "What's stopping you?" She says after a brief hesitation. "I...N-nothing" "You saw what I did when I had to pee, right? Just do that" "I....fine." I give up. This world doesn't make sense. No toilets, just pee where-ever. I give up. I submit. I let go. The entire world seems to shudder and freeze as I relax my bladder. I let out a massive sigh as relief hits me like a truck. My body, as if it had been ready for this, immediately complies, and within seconds I'm peeing at full force into my tights, which soak up what they can, leaving a huge, warm dark patch. The patch spreads down my legs, bringing all the heat with it. Pee begins to splash down my legs, splashing and pattering onto the carpet, creating a very satisfying puddle around me as it all pours out. I gasp for air and lean back against the wall, letting it all pour out of me. I feel the heat spread over my legs, down and around my thighs and ass, as pee begins to soak it's way over me. I can feel myself grinning inanely at the sweet relief takes over my entire body. My bladder is pushing as hard as it can, creating a sharp hiss inside my skirt as I do my best to force out the contents of my bladder. I shudder as the relief continues to grow, and I can feel the warmth spreading up and around my back. The world almost begins to fade away, until it's just me and my emptying bladder, and all the pee pouring out of me, soaking through my clothes, running down and over my skin, pooling below my feet. I let my body slide down the wall, sitting now in my fresh, warm, and ever-growing puddle. I land with a splash on the surprisingly soft floor. Pee continues to pour out of me, running over my skin and up my back now until I can feel it at my shoulder blades. I grin and stretch and open my eyes, expecting to see Miss Lynn. I don't see Miss Lynn though. I open my eyes slowly, and I'm not in the corridor at college. I look around. I'm in the lounge of my flat. I shut my eyes and grin. "Hey Gemma. Get up, lazy! You're gonna be late" "Huh?" I stammer, opening my eyes and looking around. Looking down I can see my grey Track pants and bare feet hanging over the end of the couch and my roommate at the far end of them, leaning over me and grinning. "Gemma! Oh for - I keep telling you not to sleep there!" "What?" It takes me a moment to realise what's happening. I look down further. Between my legs is a very dark patch in my track pants. My legs, my back and my ass are very warm, and very wet. "I-it was all a dream..." I mumble, looking down as I continue peeing in my track-pants. "Would you stop peeing now! I have to clean this couch! Geez, get up and go use the toilet, would you!" "Hold on, let me finish here..."
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  9. I bought myself a new pair of jeans the other day. First thing is, of course, breaking them in properly. After a intense hold, this new pair of jeans looses it's innocence. A nice and relieving wetting : https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/introducing-a-new-pair-of-jeans-to-my-life-part-1-34603451 As so often when I do a long hold, my bladder decides it's good enough to release some pressure on the first wetting. The real flood follows shortly afterwards, no way to avoid that: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/introducing-a-new-pair-of-jeans-to-my-life-part-2-34603471 What to do about the pressure when waiting for the vids to be rendered and uploaded? Just go with the flow: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/introducing-a-new-pair-of-jeans-to-my-life-part-3-34603511 (Note: I would love to upload my vids to this site, but i cannot get past an upload error (-200), although the files are within the limits. So here are just some links to my XTube uploads. Sorry, but I just don't know what to do about that. :-(. Anybody who feels inclined to grab them and make them available here: Please do so!)
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  10. Drying my Minnie Mouse pants as we type..
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  11. I used to have Odds & Evens 2, but i can't seem to find the hard drive that i saved it on. Is anyone willing to buy it and post it here? https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/18697/4025348/ODDS+%26+EVENS+2 In the mean time, here's a few more of her videos: dj_odds_and_evens.wmv DJ_Odds_And_Evens_3.wmv [clips4sale.com]outoforder.wmv
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  12. I'd like to request a video wherein a girl desperately hold her bladder till she bursts out pee through their bottoms (I'm terribly sorry for my grammar)
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  13. Here's the download: Outdoor pissing EroMe.mp4
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  14. I've not actually played any Sonic games that had Blaze in them. I might have to change that one day.
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  15. Y-you guys want me to finish my beers? I mean I guess it does make the bag a bit lighter...Wish I could say the same for my bladder Umm, what else... Take my shoes off and lie on the grass? S-sure! Hmp... Ah! Feels much better taking my shoes off. I love the feeling of grass on my feet! I can't say I really want people seeing up my skirt though...other people I mean. I'm gonna go sit behind a little knoll, where no-one can see me so easily. This one will do! The one overlooking the...pond. Overlooking the pond. Huh... Might as well get to work on these beers! *Sip* * * * These beers are getting kinda heavy...I'm halfway through the first of the two and I already feel like I should be getting up and finding a toilet. N-not until I've finished drinking though. But, uhh... Do I need to drink both? ... I guess I do... Geez, these are getting way too hard... It doesn't help that they're starting to make me a little tipsy... I can still hear the fountain, too. I...I haven't really chosen the best place to sit considering how badly I need to go... It's getting worse too! This beer's going straight through me! Uhh, what else did you w-want me to do? PottyPolly wanted me to show my panties...I really don't want to be keeping my legs open right now, but I'll try... Hnn... Geez this makes it harder! W-what next? ...it's mostly just people talking about possibly using a toilet...or sounds for water spilling... Pour...dribble...leak...flood...trickle...thanks Bree, it's really not helping me right now! C-crap... S-still...there's enough of you saying I should check out the park bathrooms that I'm going to do that! W-when I'm done drinking, anyway... Man, there's still so much left in the bottle...It's about half finished, I don't know if I can put that much more liquid in me! *Sip* Nnn... Y-you know, it's a kinda weird feeling - the breeze between my legs. That whole area doesn't usually get to feel the wind. Although that feeling's mostly overshadowed by my aching bladder - God! I need to pee! C-come on, finish the beer quickly...then find the park toilets... Sip Hahh, n-not much left in there now. E-each mouthful's making it harder to hold though! I feel like I might... Nnn... N-no! I can hold it! Sip E-everything's fine... I can...hold.... Hnnn.... C-crap! I leaked! Uhh, okay...Nothing major! F-finish my beer quickly, go use the park bathroom! gulp...gulp Ohh, that really hits hard! Okay! I'd better go find that toilet! It's only a short walk...about five minutes B-but that's gonna be a long five minutes for me! I just hope I don't keep leaking... I kn-know a few of you were saying I should find a toilet... Or like Akenosama said - right now I wouldn't mind a potty! Hell, a bucket would work about now! T-that leak's feeling quite cold now too...I kinda want to make it warmer... N-no! I'm so close to the toilet! I can make out the signs! The red woman... The blue man... The wooden out of order sign that- Damn. Oh crap-oh-crap-oh-crapohcraaap! T-they're clean...and they're empty... But they're out of order! C-craaaap! Uhhh...o-okay...T-toilet's closed... W-what should I do? I uhh...I need to pee, wicked bad! Why did you make me drink all that beer! It's all gone straight to my bladder! Gotta go, gotta go... Q-quickly, what now!?
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  16. "Oh no you don't". I say, coming into the room. "Not again Gemma, you know what happened last time, and I'll be damned if I'm cleaning that couch again!" "But I'm tiiiired!" Comes the reply from the messy-haired sloth I call a roommate. "I'm tired too!" I tell her. "I've been at work all day! I want to sit down!" "uuuugh!" Gemma moans, slinging her legs over the side of the sofa. She sits up and turns to look at me, stood at the side of the sofa she's on. I slump myself down next to her and kick of my shoes, before leaning into the arm of the sofa. She looks over to me, eyes half closed, hairs draped over her face. "Want to go to that new cafe that opened up in town tomorrow for breakfast?" I say to her. Her face lights up and she nods. "Ha, thought you might." I say, smirking. "I hear they do great breakfasts there." She says to me, standing up. Like you'd be awake in time for breakfasts!" I say to her, laughing. She chuckles and pushes on my shoulder as she walks by me to the door. When she reaches the door she turns to look at me. "Sorry about the other night" She says to me, leaning against the door frame. "I didn't mean to do it, I was dreaming that I-" "We've all been there, Gem!" I say, swiveling myself to lie down on the sofa, head on one arm rest, feet against the other. "One of those dreams where you happen to use the toilet, and then you wake up and you've already been, right?" "Sort of!" She says, blushing a little. I close my eyes and relax on the couch, bashing my feet together a couple times. "Don't worry about it" I tell her. "But do go to the toilet before you go to bed" "Alright then Sophe." She says to me. She pads across the room and heads into the bathroom. I hear her land on the toilet seat. "You know there's a door in there for a reason, right?" I half-shout across the flat. She answers with a hiss and the sound of pouring water, followed by a satisfied sigh. "What time do you want us to head out tomorrow then, Sophe?" She shouts out the bathroom, still emptying her bladder. "How about ten?" I suggest. "That's not too early, and they should still be serving breakfast. Probably" She finishes peeing and I can hear her stand up, followed by the sound of moving clothes, then a tap running. As she walks out the bathroom she chucks her still warm PJ bottoms over my head. "Ten's good" She says, grinning as she watches me struggle with the PJs my face is now ensnared with. I pull them off my face and see her standing there, naked from the waist down, shirt only just covering her decency. "We'll need to be back for around twelve though, I've got a bunch of research to do for next week." "Research?" I say to her. "Researching buns again? Or cakes this time?" "Haven't decided yet." She laughs. "You can be my revision buddy though if you ask nicely!" I chuckle and close my eyes, hearing her swivel on her feet and stumble away to her bedroom. This is closely followed by the sound of her bed creaking as she throws herself onto it. I open my eyes again and look around the room. For once, it's fairly tidy. After Gemma managed to wet herself on the couch a week ago, we both tidied up the whole flat, deciding that A: It was a total mess and B) It was beginning to smell like wee. Looking around now, it's pretty satisfying. The coffee table has only got one mug on it - mine, which I was drinking out of about ten minutes ago. The sofa cushions are mostly on the sofas. The chairs are in line, and Gemma's not trying to fall asleep on something she shouldn't be. Judging by the silence coming from her room, she has managed to fall asleep though. I smile, happy that everything's going well. I better get up though, I should be in bed too. Still, one more minute on the sofa can't hurt... * * * "Hey....Sophie?.." "Unh?" "Little miss sleeps-in-her-work-clothes?.." "hmmph..." "It's time to get up, Soph..." I prise my eyes open and set to focusing them on the world around me. "Come on Sophie" Comes a familiar voice from the shape in front of me. I'm still to asleep to tell what it is yet, but it's slowly coming into focus. "I don't know how you can sleep in those clothes...jeans aren't comfortable sleepwear" "Huhh?" I moan, as Gemma comes into view. She's appears to be ready to go out already. "This makes a change, doesn't it, Soph!" She says, smirking. "I'm ready to leave, and you're the one lazing around!" I smirk as the world slowly comes to me. Gemma's stood in front of me in her jean shorts and a hoodie. "Mornin', Gem..." I mumble. Gemma chuckles. "Come on you, the cafe won't serve breakfast all day - get dressed and let's go!" She says, pulling my socks off and then throwing them at my head. One sock lands in my coffee mug, the other one lands on my forehead, draping between my eyes. I wipe the sock off of my face, and swing my legs over the couch. "Good thing you didn't wet the couch" Gemma says. "Yeaah.." I say, yawning. "Just so happens that I don't have a little girl's bladder" "That's like the only thing though" She says, leaning on the back of the couch and smirking. I cast her a sarcastic smile back. "Hey." She starts. "If you're ready in ten minutes, then lunch is on me" "Aren't we going out for breakfast?" I ask. She just winks at me. I walk out of my bedroom in my new clothes. I've changed my blue jeans and white polo shirt for a light skirt and a white tank top, and a pair of sandals. It's a warm day, so I don't want to be over dressed. Gemma's sitting on the couch - well, if you can call it sitting. She's got her back on the seat, legs up on the legs rest, dangling her head underneath, feet waving about in the air. I push her feet apart and poke my head between her legs. "Ready now?" I say, smirking at her. Before she answers I feel her shins clamp around my neck and she pulls me over the back of the couch and on top of her. I can barely tell what's going on as she twirls my body over the back of the sofa, until I land face first just above her head "Owch" I grunt, trying to push myself up. Meanwhile Gemma just laughs underneath me. I forget how strong she is sometimes. We manage to untangle ourselves from each other and stand up, with her giggling at me, and me nursing a sore nose. "He he...Sorry!" She says, giggling like she really means it for real. I look at her over my hand. She starts giggling harder. "Ready now?" I ask. "Or do you want to wrestle me again?" "That's a tough one" She says, smirking. "I think we can go out though, wrestling can wait" I laugh at her and go to grab my keys from the table. "Oh hold on" Gem says. "I just gotta do something first." I turn around to her to see what she's doing. She's now gone from standing normally to standing with her legs spread. "Wha...what are you doing?" "I gotta go!" She says, as if I was meant to know. It doesn't take me long to realise what she meant by go though. A second after the word 'go' and Gemma sighs with relief, and a stream erupts from under her jeans, splattering down to the ground beneath her, and quickly puddling. Streaks then run down either leg, coursing over her skin, dancing around her knees and ankles before settling onto the hardwood floor. She closes her eyes and her face relaxes into a satisfied smile, while below her shorts begin to grow a darker shade of blue as they quickly become saturated with urine. Yellow waterfalls of pee flow from her short-legs and cascade down to the floor, splattering and throwing warm droplets around them, one or two landing on my shins - but I'm too shocked to notice. I'm stood with both my eyebrows raised, staring at Gemma as she quite happily and deliberately empties her bladder into her jean shorts. She doesn't seem to notice that I'm staring - she doesn't seem bothered that her shorts are now clearly soaked, with a wet patch spanning half her total width. She's not bothered by the gold streaks that are pouring firmly over her skin and into her shoes, saturating her socks and making them squish with every movement. Her once white socks are now stained an obvious yellow as they soak up the contents of her bladder and hold them against her skin. Her shoes begin to leak too, with smaller streams coming from the seam between the sole and the shoe, pouring out tiny streams onto the floor, causing ripples in the rapidly growing puddle. She slowly opens her eyes as the relief begins to wear off, but her light smirk doesn't go. "That's much better..." She says, as her bladder continues emptying. She looks down at her feet as the puddles around them grow and become one massive puddle. She doesn't make any effort to stop the powerful stream falling from the seam of her shorts into the lake that sits below her now. I don't say anything, watching in silence as the stream slows to a trickle, which in turn slows into a series of drips, each drip getting further apart. Gemma sighs once more, before shaking her hips to flick off any drips still clinging to her. "Haah..." She sighs. "Morning pee's always the best, right?" "Gemma...what the hell are you doing?" She looks at me with a confused grin. "Duh. Peeing." She states, cocking her hips. "Why, what did it look like?" "Gemma? You've just pissed yourself." "Aww gee, did I really? I hadn't noticed" She says. "Why are you being so weird?" "I'm being weird?" "Yeah." "I'm being - Look, go get changed and mop that up, then we can go" "Get changed? Why? I like these shorts!" "Then why did you just piss in them?" "Uhh, because I had to pee?" She says to me, starting to lose her patience. I'm too shocked to really provide a counter point to this. "Come on Soph, stop asking stupid questions and let's go to the cafe!" "You're going out in wet shorts?" "Well I'm not going out naked! Let's go." I didn't think she'd do it. I can still barely believe it. I look over to her again as we're making our way down the road. Yeah, she's doing it. She's walking down the street in wet shorts. That she pee'd in. She wet herself, and now we're going out. And she's not even slightly embarrassed. She goes to get her phone out her pocket, pressing her other hand onto the wet patch on her shorts while the other gets her phone out her slightly damp pocket. She doesn't even flinch at the squish it makes as she presses the pee-soaked denim against herself. She checks the map on her phone, then slides her phone into her pocket again, before slapping her thighs with both hands, spitting off a few more drips. "So, what do you know about this place?" She asks me. "What do I- Oh! It's just a little cafe, mostly does French food and coffees. You know, standard stuff." "Sounds nice!" Gemma says. "I hope they have croissants!" After a short walk we arrive at the cafe. By now, Gemma's not leaving wet footprints around any more, and her shoes have stopped squishing, but her shorts are quite clearly still wet. The wet patch has paled as it's dried, but it's still clear. Which is why it surprises me when we go in, and Gemma's soaked shorts don't so much as garner a double-take. We walk up to the counter and one of the girls behind the till comes over to us "Good morning!" She begins. "Table for two?" "Yup!" Gemma says. "Unless you'd like to join us" She says with a smirk. The girl grins back, and points us to a small table for two. Evidently she doesn't want to join us. Probably because Gemma's wet herself. At least in part, anyway. I mean, would you sit with someone who'd just decided to wet themselves before going out? I mean, I kinda am doing exactly that...but only because it's Gemma. If it was someone I didn't know then I probably wouldn't. That would be weird. I look at Gemma. "What was that about?" I ask. "What?" "Asking the waitress to join us" I say. "She seemed cute!" she says. I raise an eyebrow at her. "Since when were you into girls?" I ask her. She winks at me again. We're interrupted when the waitress walks over to us. Her uniform is a sleek grey pinafore dress and white shirt, with a name badge reading 'Marie'. She has a fairly notable French accent when she speaks. "Are you ready to order?" She asks, holding a notepad against herself. "Yeah" Gemma begins. "I'd like a milkshake and the first set breakfast please! And my friend here will have the same!" I look over to her, as if to protest, but then I realise that is exactly what I was going to order. "Of course, madame!" She says, smiling. "Anything else?" "Uhh" I pipe up, noticing a sudden strong urge. "Could you show me where the toilets are?" "Hmm?" The waitress responds. "Toill...I'm sorry! My English isn't so good! The what?" "Toilets." "What is that?" Gemma cuts in. "Is that some European food?" "What?" I respond. "No, it's a toilet." "I don't....I don't know what that is!" The waitress says, trying to keep a smile on, even though she's clearly confused. Gemma nudges me under the table to stop me. "She's just being silly!" Gemma says. "She's not after anything!" "Oh!" The waitress exclaims, with a confused smile. She turns to walk off, then turns back. "Um, before I go, do you mind if I...?" She asks. I look to Gemma. "You go ahead!" Gemma says, smiling and watching as the waitress begins to hoist up her skirt, revealing her white thigh-high socks and panties. Immediately I've got my eyes wide open, and my eyebrows raised up higher than my hairline, and that's before she begins doing what she needs to do. She stands in front of us, skirt above her waist, and she begins to pee. Her exposed white underwear quickly goes a shade darker as the girl quite deliberately begins to urinate through them. A clear stream of pee bursts out of them, pouring out on either side, staining her white socks too. She sighs a relieved sigh, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Pee streaks down her legs, splashing and dripping as it falls from her and to the ground. Her grey flat shoes quickly turn black as pee floods over and into them, getting absorbed into the fabric until they're too saturated to hold in any more. Her laces sit forlornly in the puddle, which soon grows out so far as to encompass them entirely. She turns her feet inwards, as if to direct the streaks of pee down her legs rather than letting the stream fall directly onto the floor, which at least makes the splattering quieter, and the splashing onto my legs minimal. Her socks soon display a thick dark streak down the inside on either leg, and I'd imagine that they're completely grey below the ankles. Steam begins to waft up from around her legs, surrounding her in a thin white cloud. She smiles again and lets out a happy 'haah', as her bladder is emptied down her legs and onto her feet. Just like Gemma had done earlier, the waitress quite calmly lets herself pee in her clothes. She lets her skirt drop down again, but she doesn't wait to finish peeing first, leading to the grey skirt quickly soaking up anything they touch. The girl helps them do this, by pressing the skirt between her legs and letting herself pee all over them, painting them black as her warm pee soaks them through and through. I turn to look at Gemma, who is watching the girl as intently as I was, though instead of a shocked confusion like mine, Gemma is staring with a satisfied grin. I look back at the waitress who is now standing with one leg off the ground, trying to shake the drips off. I guess she finished emptying her bladder at least. She opens her eyes, runs her hands between her legs again, then looks to us. She smirks, then turns around to go and get our order. I turn to Gemma again. "What on earth was that?" "The Waitress?" "Yeah!" "I'd say like an eight out of ten" She says, nodding. "I-I...Whatever" I say, giving up. "Look, I really gotta pee." Gemma smirks at me. To be continued...
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  17. Okay guys, here's my thread :D I know that a lot of people want to see more bulges, myself included, so here's a thread for exactly that. I'll try and upload my own photos once or twice a week, in different outfits and the like :) Also, everyone is welcome, male, female, anyone :) (Even cats, Rini) Rules of this thread; Feel free to post your own bulges; the more the merrier! However, please refrain from uploading photos you've found on the internet. I'm trying to encourage participation from the members on the site, so yeah. Anyway, to start our ball rolling, here's a photo I took a few days ago. Please enjoy my thread! xo Kay
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  18. Version 1.0.0

    24,079 downloads

    Everyone wants her for some reason. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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  19. Version 1.0.0

    1,964 downloads

    Hey, here's the 3rd one, again, this is more of the same but the girls seem to be a little younger (to me anyway) and also includes a 3rd outfit (which is..... very cute :3). Anyway, enjoy! ^____^
    Free
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  20. I think I found the complete collection of Lezzie Gynophile's videos. Adorable, sexy, hot girl that loves to pee herself and squirt all over herself. WARNING: nudity, masturbation and squirting. Below you can find some screenshots from the videos, but they're all uncensored. Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 01.mp4 7.3 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 02.mp4 53.7 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 03.mp4 10.7 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 04.mp4 17.6 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 05.mp4 5.7 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 06.mp4 25 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 07.mp4 6.4 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 08.mp4 23.9 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 09.mp4 27.9 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 10.mp4 6.3 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 11.mp4 25.7 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 12.mp4 14 MB Lezzie Gynophile - Piss - 13.mp4 5.3 MB
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  21. This girl I liked my first year of college. She liked me too I think. She had short black hair, cute face, skin that was white with just a hint of tan. She wore a black t-shirt and white short shorts that night with sneakers. We all sat at a table. All of the sudden, I feel something on my leg. At first I dismissed it. The girl looked at me quick and smiled. Then, I felt it again. Looked down and she kicked off her sneakers and socks, and rubbed her barefoot up my leg. Her toes tickled my skin and it made me shiver in excitement. Through the dinner she drank at least four glasses of water. Soon I noticed she was getting antsier. Squirmed in her seat as she held her chin up by one hand and the other on her crotch. Her feet and ankles crossed as her legs shook. After an hour of that she excused herself to the bathroom. It was down the hall and I saw her from the table. She knocked on the bathroom door. Occupied. She bounced here and there. I heard her knock again and ask, "Almost done? Kind of fighting a losing battle out here," in a strained voice. The bathroom had been unoccupied all night. I did NOT keep her from going, I even asked if she had to go. She denied for like an hour. She pushed her hands on her crotch and walked out of the hall and stared at the hutch trying to distract herself. Her tight short shorts around her round ass, legs tight. The bathroom door opened, but someone in the other room walked out and into the bathroom before her. She was like, "what the f--k!" Bouncing and losing control. Then, I saw her place a hand on her mouth as she turned red and a yellow puddle formed around her from the stream out of her short shorts. She was humiliated as all hell. Probably thought things with us were over. Boy was she happy when I said that only made her hotter lol
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  22. Fellow Omorashi lovers, I hope it's okay to post a little request, now that I've tried to contribute a few videos myself. I'm looking for a specific type of videos (or pictures): anything that shows either small leaks or panties with pee stains. My favorite scenario are clips that show a small wet patch inside of a woman's panty – either due to a minor leak or to not cleaning/wiping herself properly after the pee. Pants wettings that only lead to a small patch in the crotch are fine too. For some reasons these seem to get me going even more than looking at full wettings with a lot of pee. So if you have anything like this – or know topics in here that cover this kind of material – I'd be happy to find links in here. Thank you very much!
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  23. Desperate to pee when I got home. VID_20180411_170812.mp4
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  24. Just squat down and remove the obstacle of undergarments before letting go. I'm absolutely certain no-one will show up, forcing you to stop mid-stream...!
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  25. View File [male] [wetting] First video, wetting briefs I really appreciate this community so I thought it is time to contribute. Hope you like it! Submitter win:del Submitted 04/11/2018 Category Peeing
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  26. First time trying this laying down. I'll get better at it, but in the meantime, enjoy! cyc21.wmv
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  27. I will start editing when I finish taking the scene of the bandits.
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  28. I think he might be asking for stuff along the lines of Naomi from power pissing, which is such intense desperation that you don't usually find on this site often.
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  29. Well I have 2 suggestions. 1. Plot twist, I see you desperate outside the bathroom and offer to give you a ride home as my car is parked in the car park at the edge of the park. 2 desperate girls for the price of 1!! 2. Try to make it home I’m sure that leak has helped you hold it a little more? I’m sure you can do it! Just think dry thoughts like deserts, sand, beaches... erm maybe not beaches! Im also sorry about the water sound effects! If I’d know you needed a wee that much I never would have said pour, dribble, leak, flood or trickle... oh shit sorry I’ll shut up now as those words don’t help me much either *crosses legs and put hand between them* anyway those are my options! hope you make it!! Your a strong girl you can do it!! @Dimwitrolo thanks for the drawing app advice I’ll get right on it! Maybe we could collaborate some time?? I think my true or dare story needs help and pictures!! Bree xx
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  30. Now that we know a little about you, please remember that this is a community. If you find videos that are in your niche, fantastic. If you don't like it, pass it up. Each of us has specific things we like about this fetish. Your perception may differ from that of some other user, but that does not mean your perspective is the standard to measure the video. Let some appreciate the contribution. On the other hand, you could start your own thread. Use your own meticulously chosen content to inspire other similar content to be shared there.
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  31. Based on what you said earlier, your house is over 30 minutes away. So one way or another, you're going to find relief in this park. I think you should just try to hold on as long as possible.
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  32. Well, let's start the ritual, we have to resuscitate and summon Rainyday again (it was good to hear from him in the meantime)
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  33. Idk if I’m defective or something, but I pulled the plug on my hold when my kidneys started hurting. I don’t need that kinda drama! Between all the water and the energy drink, things escalated rapidly, which was what I was going for. Will put more pics in the bulge diary... Maxed out at 850 mL.
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  34. I never skipped my morning pee before going to school. However, by the time I reached high school using the restroom was a big hassle. There was not enough time between classes, especially with the bathroom being so crowded with illegal smokers and bullies. It was difficult just to reach the urinals. Then I was unable to go, no matter how badly I needed to pee. So I stopped trying and just held it. I went before leaving the house around 7AM. School started at 7:30. By noon I needed to pee badly. Every day I was in serious pain, during the last two periods of the day. My back, bladder and penis were all screaming in excruciating pain.. I got used to it, and was able to hold it until. I got home around 2:45. Some days I stayed after school and didn't get home until 4:30. The pain could not get much worse than it already was, 2 hours earlier. My pee felt like it was going to come out so strongly that if I did start peeing I would only notice if my pants started getting wet. Somehow I always made it home without that happening.... well almost never. In fact my bladder was so distended after nearly 10 hours I had trouble peeing. It took a while to start and then only came out in dribbles until some of the pressure was relived and I could go normally but for a long time, I say almost never leaked. A few times ,after I stopped to see my girlfriend on the way home, extending my hold , I felt a drop or two of urine running across to tip of my aching penis, but it was not enough to wet anything. There was one time in 9th grade, when I was experimenting with my early omorashi urges. I arrived home having to pee very badly, but decided go for a walk and pee in the woods. My parents considered this naughty, thus the attraction. I felt the high pressure at the tip of my penis like my pee was about to come out. I approached a stream and the running water did me in . I did not feel it coming out, just my pants getting wet. I quickly stopped walking , unzipped and pulled out my already peeing penis and let the rest go. There was a baseball sized wet spot in front of my pants. I had to walk around until it dried. That was the only time in high school I didn't make it home dry despite holding it all day, every day
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  35. Last weekend actually (male). I was turned on my right side, and she was spooning me from behind. I had a dream where I walked into a bathroom, and sat down on the toilet. I was unaware I was in a dream, but the fact that I somehow had a PS2 copy of a "Resident Evil Outbreak 5" sitting on the counter should've tipped me off. I began to go while reading the back of the game box, and started to get annoyed that the stream I was producing seemed to be bouncing off the toilet bowl and splattering me. I was getting wet with my own pee, and despite all that, it felt good so I just kept going. Then something didn't feel right... no, this had to be a dream! I woke myself up to my fiancee's arm over me, and as i lifted the blankets to assess... Yep, a giant puddle. My boxers were wet, it went up to my shirt... hell, the corner of my pillow case got damp! "We gotta get up!" I said to my groggy fiancee. "Huh?" I received. "We gotta get up... I... peed the bed" "What!?" She sprang awake. "Oh no! If its not the cat, it's you!" She said exasperated. Our cat has been marking our bed on occasion and we don't know why. We have a brand new mattress and he still does it, so thankfully we have a waterproof cover on the bed. "I'm sorry babe" she said, changing her tone. "Lets strip it and I'll start the laundry and you go shower" I was pretty frustrated with myself the rest of the day, but at least she wouldn't let me beat myself up.
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  36. Tess & Jess

    CHAPTER 10 The sun is back out and the girls are gonna walk around the old town centre of Siena. They opt to wear a white dress, with open sides - exposing much of their black bras - that is just long enough to cover their ass, covered in black knickers. After breakfast the twins head for the Campo, where they'll be climbing the Torre del Mangia. A tough climb in the scorching heat, and by the time they are back on level ground again, each has finished two bottles of water. They proceed to visit the cathedral, before having lunch. "I'm gonna have to use the bathroom", Jess says, just after a waiter seated them. "Me too, it's so hot I've finished three bottles of water this morning", Tess says. "So have I. It must be over 40 degrees today". Jess goes first, while Tess watches their bags. And three minutes later - when she returns - it's Jess' turn to relieve herself. They order food, which is quite slow to come out, so by the time the girls leave the restaurant, each has had 3 glasses of coke and two of water. Afterwards, the twins continue their sightseeing, and - over a period of two hours - finish yet another bottle of water each. "I could really do with a bathroom break", Tess says. "Me too. I've been looking for a public bathroom the last fifteen minutes, but haven't seen one yet", Jess says. The next half hour the twins continue walking, but now focussing on finding some place to pee, all while slowly sipping more water. "If we don't find a place to wee soon, I'm gonna have another accident", Tess says, looking very worried. "No, that's not gonna happen again. At least not in public!", Jess says, looking equally worried. Walking normally is getting increasingly harder for the twins, and fifteen minutes later, Jess suddenly stops. "What's up? You leaked", Tess asks. "Yeah, just a little though", Jess says, blushing. "I leaked a couple of minutes ago as well. So let's hurry". "There's a little park there", Jess says pointing towards the park, "maybe they'll have a bathroom there". "Hopefully", Tess answers. The twins walk through the park, but after five minutes conclude there is no bathroom there either. "We'll need to think of a plan B, or we'll surely wet ourselves", Tess says, "I've spurted a couple times more". "Me too", Jess admits, "but I think I see a plan B. See that wooden bench hidden behind that tree?" "Well yeah Jess, but what's that gotta do with it?", Tess asks. "We're gonna sit on it, hike our dresses, so we don't sit on it and relieve ourselves". "Well, I don't see another option. So okay, I guess", Tess says. And thus, the girls do as Jess suggested and quicky two puddles form under the bench. Soon, the puddles merge before slowly seeping sown the dry soil beneath them. "That was close", Jess says. "Very. But also very relieving", Tess says with a smile on her face. The girls quickly get up to continue their tour around the city, forgetting just one little detail. Their dresses cling to their wet knickers at their butts. "This is uncomfortable", Jess says, pulling her dress away from her butt. "Yeah, guess we forgot about that", Tess says, while reaching under her dress. "What are you doing?", Jess asks, stunned. "Well, if we keep our knickers on, our dresses will get wet, and everybody will now we wet ourselves, again. So I don't know about you, but I'm going commando". Realising her sister is right, Jess follows her lead and gets a plastic bag from her rucksack: "Put your knickers in here, so our rucksacks won't get wet either". And hence, the twins continue their way commando, wearing dresses just long enough to cober their now naked pussies. TO BE CONTINUED
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  37. Hi guys! This weekend I was at a convention. This specific story comes from yesterday. The show floor didn't open until 1 yesterday, so I slept in, and had a late breakfast of cereal and coffee. I do not remember using the bathroom before I left, which, retrospectively was probably my first mistake. The convention center is about 30 minutes away from where I live, and I left a little later than I planned, leaving just enough time to make it to the first panel I wanted to go to. On my way there, I realized I was thirsty and grabbed some tea from Starbucks, which I'd finished before I reached the convention center. By the time I got there, I was definitely feeling a need to go, but by the time I'd gotten my ticket scanned and my hand stamped, I didn't really have time for a trip to the restroom. I was at about a 7 by that point and figured I'd be able to hold it the 45 minutes of the panel. Now, coffee and tea both go through me extremely fast. I'd begun that panel feeling moderately uncomfortable, and after the first fifteen minutes I was up to an 8.5 and the wastebnd of my jeans were digging into my extended bladder. I wanted so badly to squirm, but I didn't want to draw attention to my plight. I seriously considered getting up and going to the bathroom, which is definitely something I could've done, but the panel was so intriguing that I didn't want to miss any of it. My partner was also with me and I didn't want to have to clue him in on my internal struggle. Another fifteen minutes later and I was at a 9.5. I felt a little dribble escape my urethra and I clamped my thighs together. I fidgeted with my hands nervously and jiggled my foot rapidly. I felt like my bladder was a water balloon. It was completely full and buldging into my jeans, fit to burst at any second. I wanted so badly to grab myself and hold the mass of steaming, yellow liquid inside of me. The last fifteen minutes of the panel were aweful. I know I should've just gotten up to pee earlier; I was so distracted by my intense desperation that I was hardly able to pay attention. I didn't even know how I was going to be able to waddle to the restroom, which was at the end of these ridiculously long and twisting hallways, by the entrance to the building. I didn't even know at that point if I was going to be able to stand up without losing my bladder all over my jeans. Finally, though, the panel ended and my partner and I, whom I had finally let know how badly I needed the bathroom, were able start making our way back to the front of the building, and thankfully to the restrooms. Once there I rushed inside and right to the first stall, where I danced desperately while I tried to get my pants down. I barely maneuvered my ass over the toilet before I let go. I must've peed for a solid minute. It just seemed like it would never stop. When I stood back up, I realized that my stream was so strong that I'd splashed pee back up onto the toilet seat. Of course, unlike some sick assholes, I cleaned it up. The feeling of euphoria though lingered for a good few hours.
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  38. "Thanks for having confidence in me." Áine says. "Awww~" Lynn simpers, "Stop, mushy is too good on you." As every night so far, Lynn puts her heels up on the small desk in the corner and leans back in her chair, hands behind her head. "Einy, don't mention it. My friends are something to me. Night." "Night." Áine returns. She lays her head on the pillow and closes her eyes. You're a softie that doesn't want anyone to know, Áine thought as she fell asleep. ... "Einy~" "nnn..." "Einy wake up." "n-nya?" Áine opens a single eye to find Lynn leaning down over her. "It's time to get up!" Lynn says quietly. Áine pushes herself upright and yawns, smacking her lips a few times, ears drooping. "Nnn, What time is it?" "Before sunrise!" Lynn said excitedly. "Nnn-nya?!" Áine's eyes pop open as she half awake meows in surprise. "What do you mean?" She looked at the window: No light poking through. Áine turns back to Lynn. "We need to get an early start, remember?" Lynn is looking fit to beam; only barely contained. Perhaps it's better she is. Áine rubs her eyes, ears folding against her head before popping up as she looks up at Lynn. "Can I wake up?" "Of course!" Lynn beams a bit louder. "We need to eat and get going. The kitchen downstairs should be just getting going." Áine stands up and stretches. "Unnnnnnnnya! Alright." Filing out the door, the two of them walk downstairs- Lynn trotting down -and find the serious barkeep just coming out of the kitchen in the back. "What are you two ladies doing up this early?" "Eating breakfast." Áine replies dryly as she hops on a barstool. Lynn joins her as the barkeep quietly, as much as a scowl can be, heads into the kitchen. "Sleepy?" Lynn asks as she leans on a hand. What will Áine do? 1. "I never get up this early." 2. "Mmm." 3. It's too early for conversation, just let me eat =@o@=; --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Áine's Adventure returns! Áine and Lynn are up before dawn to get a very head start on the day, how will their first day of adventuring begin? Find out, as Áine's Adventure continues! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey folks! Holyjesus.wav Did things not go as planned for me. That job that was to end in January? March. Making lots of money? Not at all. Should be rolling in dough. Am not. Feeling? Miffed. Tired. Wondering why it took me a month to get back to our favorite nekomimi and fairy duo. Yeah so had to sort all that out, and some personal garbage too. Yay personal garbage. However, I've got loads of free time now! So, once again, Áine's Adventure is on again. And my flaky ass will be continuing the growing saga of our plucky catgirl and flippant faery. It's good to be back. Jesus christ that job was a bust hashtag my life
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  39. Are you kidding me? That story was a the real deal to me! I loved it so much, and that's why I started following you :) Btw, in my opinion you should probably finish the beers you have left: imaging carrying home that heavy bag! Then you can head home or just enjoy the last glimpse of sun running barefeet on the grass :)
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  40. There's this SMILEBASIC game for 3DS (and I guess Wii U?). Even ignoring the fact that it's omo, it's actually quite fun.
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  41. Videos with no women at all don't interest me much, but what I would really like to see would be male desperation videos with a smiling woman tickling and teasing a man who desperately needs to pee but who is somehow prevented from getting to a bathroom. I can think of additional elements that would make it even better, but even as it stands this theme may not interest enough people to be profitable. If necessary I might make the movies myself once I have some savings, but if someone else is up to making them then I would almost certainly buy them.
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  42. One of my fantasies is to be in a situation where I’m desperate to pee and a woman is watching me / sitting next to me and enjoying my predicament. It’s usually everyday scenarios like waiting for a late bus/train, stuck in traffic on the bus or in a car, sitting on a delayed train with no toilets, sitting watching a presentation at a conference, stuck in a lecture at uni/lesson at school, sat in a meeting at work etc. Another one is where a female authority figure is in charge of me and denies me permission to go to the toilet because she’s enjoying watching me while I’m desperate. Even better if I’m handcuffed or tied to a chair and have to beg to be released before eventually wetting myself in front of her. A variation on this is that she permits me to go to the toilet but has to escort me there and watches me to make sure I don’t escape, and then comments about the length of my pee and how badly I must have needed it.
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  43. Being a virgin means you never had sex, regardless of sexual orientation. Being asexual may imply you will be a virgin for life, but that not a bad thing if you can't enjoy intercourse anyway, isn't it?
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  44. "I don't think so." Lynn says, furrowing her brow for a moment. "What about sleeping? We're going to be gone for a while." Áine asks. "We'll just pick up some bedrolls along with the other things we'll need." Lynn says. "And what if we get into trouble?" Áine asks. "I'm really not that good in a fight." Lynn takes in a big breath. "Einy." Áine waits for Lynn's reply. "You really need to give yourself some more credit." Lynn replies, looking up at Áine with a face akin to 'really?' "You did fine against those wolves. Really, I can handle anything that could pop up." Lynn sounded rather reassuring. Áine stares for a moment before letting out a sigh; her head drooping a bit along with her ears. "Those wolves really unnerved me. In the moment, I was just, reacting, you know?" Snarrll! Áine remembers when one of the wolves lunged at her. "I guess I was just in that kind of state of mind where you didn't have time to think. I mean, I was scared, but it really didn't hit me until it was over." Áine seems uncharacteristically reflective, even to her. It bothered her. Áine turns and looks right into Lynn's red eyes with her big emerald ones. "Lynn, do you really think I have what it takes for this?" she asks. Lynn, after a moment, gives Áine a big smile. "Einy, you do." And while Áine is just about to form a word, "Einy, you're a smart, plucky, and resourceful woman." Blink. Áine's eyebrows perk up along with her ears. "The fact you're worrying in the first place shows your head's on straight. Not having any worry is for stupids who deserve what's coming to them." I-uh-wow. Lynn gives Áine a one-sided smirk. "Come on!" Lynn beckons with a hand. "I know a shop I haven't been to in a while that makes some great bedrolls. And they're cheap too!" Lynn walks ahead. Áine watches the flippant little Faery ahead of her. You really are more serious than you let on aren't you? A small, one-sided smile escapes Áine's notice. "Hey, wait up!" It's hers. Two-bedrolls later, a dinner, and a downed sun, the two are walking upstairs to their room. With a small click Áine unlocks the door. "Oh." Áine plops down on the edge of the bed. "We really ran around today." "I can't wait until you feel how good these bedrolls are Einy!" Lynn says in one of her excited tones. Áine eyes the two bedrolls in question. "Yeah I can't believe how cheap they were." Lynn gives Áine a good smile. "Well, let's sleep! The sooner we get up the better. If what that old tanner said was true that cave really is a day's walk and if we're gonna get there before the sun goes down we're going to need all the sleep we can get." Áine crawls into the bed. Awwwwwwwwwww-nya! She lets out a good yawn as Lynn hops up on the chair and leans back. "Hey Lynn." "What's up?" What will Áine do? 1. I really appreciate what you said. 2. What you said earlier, thanks. 3. Thanks for having confidence in me --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Áine's Adventure returns! Áine and Lynn have sorted what they need to do, and Lynn has assuaged Áine's concerns about this quest. How will their little treasure hunting adventure go? Find out, as Áine's Adventure continues!
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  45. Áine looks at Lynn's mirthy face for a few moments. Sigh. "Alright, what should I know about what we're doing?" "What? We're getting a ring back from a cave for an old man." Lynn said with a puzzled look on her face. "No, I mean...Treasure hunting." Áine explains. "Oh." Lynn replies, pleasantly surprised. "Well, it usually involves jobs just like the one we're about to do: someone wants something from a place, you go to that place, get the thing, and bring it back. Get money." Lynn says matter-of-factually. "I see." Áine replies. Lynn glances at Áine for a moment. "Sometimes it involves bandits. Sometimes monsters. Sometimes it's supposed to be harmless but you're surprised. I've been doing this for a while, this sounds like an easy paysack." She seems really confident. Like it's just another day. Áine's eyes wander away as she thinks. "So, what are we going to need?" Áine asks changing the subject. "Well," Lynn begins, "first, we're going to need some rations for the day." Lynn moved her hands from behind her head to her hips as she spoke. "And a few other odds and ends." "What about rope or something if we have to do some climbing?" Áine asks. Lynn looks up with a quirked expression. "I can fly." Áine rolls her eyes up and away before back to Lynn. "Yes but we don't know how far we might have to go down." Lynn waves her hand back and forth dismissively. "We'll be fine!" she says shaking her head equally dismissively. "Okay, anything else?" Áine says, surrendering to Lynn's frivolity. Áine's looks up, realization on her face. What will Áine do? 1. What about sleeping on the trip? 2. What if we get into trouble? 3. Do you really think I have what it takes for this? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Áine's Adventure returns! Lynn has told Áine a bit about treasure hunting and they are about to grab what they need, but Áine has realized something, what will she ask? Find out, as Áine's Adventure continues!
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  46. I believe it's not a Jayne from Bound2burst. This woman looks alike if you don't compare them side to side but comparing her photos to photos from Bound2burst she doesn't look to me like a real Jayne and she is a lot younger than Jayne should be by now. I'm sure she is a different person.
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