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  1. On top of everything else, this is a really lousy way to bring up your fetish, folks. Have a conversation like this, and then if the person you're talking to ever finds out about your fetish this conversation will look suuuuper creepy in retrospect. Want to bring up your fetish? Here's the process: 1) Is this person a sex partner of yours? No? Then they have a right not to know about your fetish. Your friends, students, family members, and casual acquaintances don't want to hear about how you get off. 2) Ok, so assuming they're a sex partner of yours. Do an assessment. Do you feel safe and comfortable around them? Do they already like you? Then you should tell them directly that you have a fetish, and that it's that you're into people peeing their pants. Choose a time to do it that is appropriate—I like to do it when lying around after sex. People feel both close and vulnerable then, and the lovey-dovey hormones help. Don't break it to them like you're telling them you have cancer. You're letting them know there's a fun way they can please you in bed and out of it. 3) Worried they might reject you if you tell them? Ok then, do a second assessment. How open are they about bodily functions? Do they pee with the door open? Are they relaxed about farting in front of each other? How squeamish are they in general? Do they say "ew" a lot? Are they kinky? Because if they're kinky they'll probably understand that your kink isn't something you chose. 4) If based on the second assessment it seems like they might be open minded about this stuff, then tell them. If it seems like they won't be, well, unless it's something casual that you don't see lasting long, you should probably tell them anyway, or break it off, because your fetish is not going to go away, and you do not want to spend the next six decades with someone you don't trust enough to tell them about your fetish plainly and truthfully. 5) Still worried they may reject you? Want to be absolutely certain they're cool with it before you ask? Tough, you can't know. No amount of creepily-casually bringing up wetting in random contexts will let you know whether they are cool with doing this thing with you. Just ask. Serially dating? Practice telling people now so that you'll be less nervous when you get around to telling somebody you're really into. I've told 5 different women about my fetish in the last year. The worst reaction was, "I'm ok with you having this fetish, but I'm not doing that." One woman seemed ok with it but also like she would be hesitant to try it. The other three were pretty enthusiastic about giving it a go. So that's the advice. Just be honest with people and they'll be cool about it. And if they're not cool about it, that's a good red flag for somebody you don't want to spend your life with.
    4 points
  2. I'm not an English teacher, but I am probably more qualified to be that than anything else I do well. I'm sorry it had to come to this, but I am going to grade your paper. Because they are so common, all incorrect ellipses will be replaced by a large bolded and underlined number representing how many dots have been removed. Keep in mind I am only pointing out misspelled words and grammatical errors; there will be no suggested revisions to the base structure of the essay. Based on what you have said thus far, I am forced to conclude one of the following possibilities must be true: 1.) You are a teenager somewhere in Europe who dreams of having this job and are influenced by film, but have no experience teaching English. 2.) You moved to eastern Europe in your youth and have had non-English-speaking people take an interest in your experience, but have made little or no money in teaching. What I can most assuredly say is not true, are the following scenarios: 1.) You have enough experience with "Western" culture to teach it. 2.) You have enough experience with the English language to teach it. 3.) You have experience as a teacher on payroll. 4.) You have ever been approached by a multinational corporation with a job opportunity. 5.) You get paid a high salary. 6.) You selected your own salary. Things that might be true: 1.) You do off-roading. 2.) You have had to travel to do off-roading. 3.) You have traveled to other countries. 4.) You have friends from or in other countries. 5.) You have friends who look up to you for advice. 6.) You have been employed as a teacher by a company that hires less qualified employees in order to get away with paying them less, which is likely illegal in your country, but bringing them to justice would likely result in you losing your job with no sufficient compensation. - - - - - Lastly, as I had been noticing and apparently Brittanybunny also noticed, you claimed that in the conversation (in which the following topic had not yet arisen) with your former student, you told the following story: You had a former student who approached you with a bedwetting problem and asked your advice. You gave your advice (said advice is not stated). She responded that she wished she had diapers to wear in class. After relaying this off-topic story, you asked your former student, unprovoked, if she had a similar problem. She blushed and admitted that she had been a bedwetter once, and thanked you for not making fun of her for it. I have written this synopsis of your original post with great care and attention to detail. If I have misinterpreted your meaning in any way, then I assure you the mistake is on your end.
    4 points
  3. Again, back to my original finding in your first post, you said the uni person wasnt real, now you say she is, why not show this to the girl you lied to? If your “uni” friend is real and thinks this would be funny, why not show the other girl too? You claim you didnt do anything wrong, so why not show her your original first post? About how she admitted to her bedwetting problems secretly to her past professor because you brought up a girl who was in a similar situation, and reads at the end of your first post “so even if your uni friend is imaginary “ and sees you lied about a fake situation with a fake person that tricked her into opening up I bet it wont be so funny anymore, your intentions even in the beginning were not in a good way to help people overcome shyness about wetting, you lied to a former student who trusts you and saw you as a caring person and made her tell a secret about herself because you made up a lie, not cool at all, and btw, being called a creepy professor is not a compliment I dont even think you are a professor because if you were you would be fired by now for so many reasons
    3 points
  4. 160.jpg

    From the album: Pokemon Omorashi

    2 points
  5. One way to find out, lol! Science is awesome. It has to do with electrons in an atom bumping up and down in energy states....in this case, it would absorb UV from a blacklight and emit some visible light when it drops back down. It's pretty hit-or-miss as to which everyday substances will do it. I do know urine contains a lot of phosphorus, which is known to fluoresce....yeah....I'm curious. Someone should do the experiment; I'm not sure what the result would be. I'll expect a full report and published whitepaper in the near future. -Bud
    2 points
  6. Ah right, that makes sense...
    2 points
  7. That's not fat, that's more lesbian under the skin. I concur with the others, you are super adorable!
    2 points
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  9. Version 1.0.0

    2,003 downloads

    One of my few favorites from DiaperMess. I wouldn't rate their content the best of quality, but they have some good videos. I wish the camera was worked a little better and the audio pickup better at the more...explosive moments. Also, I've seen some mixed opinions regarding DiaperMess and authenticity, but I can assure you this one is worth the download. Here you guys go. Edit: Thanks to a patron, I have uploaded the correct version, sorry about the confusion folks.
    Free
    1 point
  10. Trap wetting

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Other misc work

    Someone had to pee.
    1 point
  11. Omo Trainer

    Version 0.1.1

    2,759 downloads

    Omo Trainer keeps track of the fluids you drink, models your pee desperation over time, and allows or denies potty breaks. It also keeps track of your accidents to learn your personal bladder capacity. How to Play To begin: Be generally well hydrated. Don't drink significant fluids for 45 minutes or so before starting. Empty your bladder immediately before starting. Open the Omo Trainer app and leave it open while you go about your business. The rules: You may not pee unless Omo Trainer gives you permission. If you want to pee, you must ask Omo Trainer for permission using the "May I pee?" button. If you are permitted to pee, press the "Go pee." button immediately after emptying your bladder. Whenever you drink something, enter it in Omo Trainer; move the slider to the approximate amount of fluids then press the "Drink" button once. If you have an accident, press "I can't hold it!" This will reset the desperation meter and teach Omo Trainer about your bladder capacity. The Long Version The Dice Game If you'd prefer for the potty permission game to remain a mystery, don't read this! Omo Trainer decides potty permission based on a simple dice game: if your dice roll higher than your current desperation rating, you are allowed to go pee. Omo Trainer uses its estimate of your current bladder contents and average bladder capacity to calculate your desperation. The elegant thing about this game is that the higher your desperation, the lower the chance you will be allowed to pee. That means being denied permission once increases the chance that you will be denied permission again. Most of the time if you ask permission when you first need to go, you will be allowed to pee, but occasionally you will be forced to hold it to the point where an accident is a real possibility. The idea is to play this game while going about your normal day, to make things more exciting. You might notice that after asking permission, you can't ask again for some time. This delay is not a fixed amount of time, but rather depends on how much your desperation has increased since the last time you asked. That way, having a large bladder does not give you more chances to ask permission. Bladder Capacity Whenever you press "I can't hold it!" Omo Trainer records the amount it estimates you were holding and saves it between sessions. Omo Trainer uses the average of your accident amounts as your bladder capacity. Since the only way that Omo Trainer learns about your bladder capacity is when you have an accident, it is self-correcting for Omo Trainer to underestimate your bladder capacity. After all, then you will get permission to pee less, and will have more accidents, so Omo Trainer will learn. If Omo Trainer overestimates your capacity, however, you will get permission to pee more, and will have fewer accidents, preventing Omo Trainer from learning. This is why Omo Trainer begins be assuming a small bladder capacity of 500 mL. If you are dehydrated to begin with, a significant percentage of fluids will not reach your bladder, leading Omo Trainer to significantly overestimate your desperation and bladder capacity. Therefore hydrate well before playing. The Bladder Model Omo Trainer uses an exponential decay model for bladder filling. This is based on observing that since the volume of bodily fluids must remain constant, the rate at which the kidneys produce urine should be proportional to the amount of excess water in the body. The exponential decay model has been calibrated for a half-life equivalent to a urine production rate of 750 mL/hr. This is a reasonable estimate for a hydrated adult drinking a glass of water every 15-30 minutes. It makes sense to choose this rate to be on the high side because players are likely to drink a lot and it is better to err on the side of denying pee permission. To the scientists: please note that this model is intentionally simplistic. A more realistic mathematical model would require the app to numerically solve differential equations. The complexity would not be worth it, and it isn't really feasible anyway to expect users to enter accurate data about electrolyte balance. Source Code I have decided to release the source code of Omo Trainer. It's just a simple Python program and should run easily on any desktop operating system. You can find it here: https://github.com/perv-asive/omo-trainer. To run it, I would recommend creating a Python 3.5 virtual environment with the packages listed in requirements.txt.
    Free
    1 point
  12. Found an old pair of tight shorts in my closet and decided to have some fun with them! Enjoy!
    1 point
  13. This is a story that I had great pleasure in writing, that I hope others will enjoy. I posted it on Experience Project a few months ago, but thought it might be appropriate here as well. It's a bit long, but for me the most exciting thing is the desperation, so I tried to make it last as long as possible. Any feedback would be really appreciated. ---------- Megan moaned quietly to herself as she gazed longingly at the clock on her computer, willing the time to pass quicker. It was 4:20 in the afternoon, and she still had over an hour before her work day would finally come to an end. She crossed her legs and shuffled to the edge of her chair, absolutely bursting for a wee. With her pee right on the brink of squirting out, she glanced nervously round the office, her long brunette hair cascading over her shoulders as she flicked her head round. Thankfully the other girls were hard at work, so she took the opportunity to give herself a quick squeeze. Uncrossing her legs and grasping the fabric of her flowing knee length skirt, she pressed her fingertips into the folds of her fanny. For a few seconds, which was as long as she dared in such a public place, she began kneading her pussy, the sensation of her extreme need to pee waning slightly. She withdrew her hand and was still dry, but only just, her bulging bladder the source of a constant dull ache inside her abdomen. Megan worked for a small company that consisted of just 3 admin girls, and a handful of warehouse staff. She had arrived at work at 8:45 that morning, a little early, so flicked on the coffee percolator ready for the arrival of her co-workers, turned on her computer and logged in. Megan poured herself a coffee, and filled her water bottle from the water cooler, ready for the morning ahead. The company she worked for was in a temporary building while their regular office space was being renovated. She had worked for them for several years, and didn’t mind putting up with the disruption. All the basic needs were fulfilled, even if the temporary Portaloo the company had hired was a bit gross. Still, she could use it in an emergency, and with her regular coffee breaks, she was grateful for it no matter how dirty it was. The other girls arrived and the working day commenced, with the morning flying by in a blur of spreadsheets, ringing telephones and coffee breaks. Before she knew it, it was time for her lunch. While she wrapped up her telephone conversation, she sat cross legged, jiggling her ankles, suddenly realising how urgently she needed a pee. Once the phone was down, she stood up, stretched a little, and made her way towards the door, hoping there wasn’t already someone in the Portaloo. Stepping outside, she saw to her horror that the toilet had been sealed with bright yellow hazard tape. “Sorry love”, said a voice that startled her, “We’ve got a bit of a blockage.” It was the warehouse supervisor. “The toilet’s out of action for a few hours while we wait for the hire company to come and sort it. Hopefully some time this afternoon. I’ll come and let you know when it’s fixed.” Megan frowned and crossed her legs, the morning’s 3 cups of coffee and the contents of her water bottle pressing down on her pee hole, making a bid for freedom. Being a relatively shy girl, she had always had trouble admitting to anyone that she needed a pee, especially men, so with that in mind she thanked him without kicking up a fuss and shuffled back into the office, sitting back down at her desk. She felt her face flush red and distracted herself by eating her sandwiches with the smallest amount of drink to help them down. She realised she was going to be in trouble if they didn’t get the toilet fixed, and fast. The afternoon progressed and Megan’s situation worsened as the minutes ticked slowly by. 2pm came and went with no promise of a pee break, then 3, then 4. Thirsty, she chugged on her water bottle without thinking before catching herself and cursing. Where the hell was the Portaloo hire company? Didn’t they know it was an emergency? By 5pm, Megan was sitting at her desk hunched over, her left hand resting on her swollen bladder, her legs jiggling furiously up and down, desperately trying to hold back more wee than she had ever attempted to hold before. Her perfect breasts bobbed in time with her movements, nipples hard and protruding against her figure hugging shirt. The pressure was unbearable and her bladder felt rock hard to the touch. Even without standing up she could see the bulge protruding from her abdomen. She stared in vain at the screen, unable to concentrate, prickles of sweat forming on her brow and dripping down her face. She just had to squeeze her pussy again or it would all be over. Every last drop of pee would come hissing out into her knickers if she didn’t, and she couldn’t wet herself at work, the shame of it. With a panicked exp<b></b>ression, she glanced round again, hoping to God that nobody could see her. The other 2 girls were sat at their desks, both presumably nursing full bladders themselves. Although both of them had the luxury of peeing this morning before the toilet had got clogged up, it was still over 5 hours ago. Megan consoled herself with the thought that they both must be absolutely bursting as well. Satisfied, however, that neither of them could see what she was doing, she again took hold of the front of her skirt and pushed it hard against her pussy, her fingers digging deep between her lips and massaging her pee hole. She shuddered as a wave of desperation took over her squirming body, goose bumps forming over her skin. Her bladder ached for release, and her pussy contracted and pulsed in the effort to stop her wee from squirting out of her. She had no idea how she’d managed to keep her knickers dry all this time, but dry they were. She could feel herself coming to the very edge of her holding ability, the pee desperately straining against her muscles, but she held it in. Tears formed in her eyes and beads of sweat travelled down her face, but her knickers were still dry, all of her pee being contained, for now, inside her busting bladder. She was trembling from the effort, her vagina felt hot and moist against the fabric of her tight pink knickers. Her tummy strained against her waistband, her bladder filling to beyond the capacity of anything she’d experienced before. “Oh God I’m about to bust” she whimpered under her breath to no one in particular. To her surprise, Sarah, the girl sitting closest to her, replied “Me too babe. I’m in serious danger of wetting myself in my car on the way home tonight.” Megan hadn’t intended to strike up a conversation. It was all she could do to stop her pussy from dribbling into her knickers, but she had to at least acknowledge the fact that Sarah had spoken to her. Clenching her muscles as hard as she could, she removed her fingers from her straining lips and composed herself, colour rising in her cheeks at the thought of having to admit to someone how desperately she needed to pee. Half turning round in her chair, giving her the opportunity to cross her legs again, Megan said “I don’t think I can make it home. I haven't had a pee all day!” Subconsciously her hand caressed her bulging tummy and she winced as a spasm shot through her bladder and down into her genitals. “I know, I noticed you squirming.” Megan blushed a deeper shade of red suddenly realising someone had been aware of her plight. In fact, Sarah had been watching Megan, as she always did, admiring her shapely form. She loved working with her. She was funny, intelligent, and so very beautiful; all the things Sarah longed to be herself. “At least you don’t live very far away." encouraged Sarah, flashing her a smile. It was true, Megan lived just 10 minutes away on foot. She had never bothered taking her driving test so had to rely on public transport or the good nature of other people to ferry her around. Her journey to and from work, however, was invariably on foot, and she was dreading the walk, nursing her desperately swollen bladder, frantically trying to prevent her wee from spurting out and cascading down her gorgeous legs. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, almost releasing a squirt into her knickers. Her bladder was truly at capacity, no more room for even the smallest of drops. “I’m going to wet myself on the way home, I know it” whispered Megan shakily, all sense of embarrassment having dissipated. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you a lift home, but when we get there you have to let me use your loo first. I don’t think I could stand hearing you pee, I’d wet myself for sure!” Weighing up her options, it sounded like a pretty good offer. It certainly sounded better than having to carry her heavy, distended bladder by foot. “OK, thanks.” The time was now 5:10, with just 20 minutes before they could finally go home and squirt their pent up wee into the toilet bowl. Megan fantasised about the relief, imagining inching down her knickers to her knees and sitting on the toilet, finally being able to relax. The feeling of release would be orgasmic, another pulse shooting through her bladder and into her clit at the thought. She caught herself before the idea went too far and she ended up peeing right where she was sitting. Oh God she had to wee! All her muscles were clenched, from her bum, to her tummy, to most importantly, her sphincter. She felt that if she relaxed even a tiny bit, it would all be over. The pee would come spurting out, spraying from her lips, soaking into the chair and around her bum before she could stop it. Turning back round to face her desk, she immediately uncrossed her legs and grabbed hold of herself, on the very edge of control. Could she last another 20 minutes? She just had to! In 20 minutes time, she would be on her way home and everything would be alright. She closed her eyes and pushed harder on her pussy, massaging her fingers back up against her pee hole. It was all she could do to breathe, every intake of breath forcing pressure down onto her bladder. Eyes closed, her whole world was focussed on her pussy lips and keeping her wee inside them. Kneading and sweating and bouncing in her chair, her tortured body was at its limit. She was biting her lip, her brow awash with droplets of sweat, her legs jerking furiously up and down as she fought for control. Suddenly her phone started to ring. In an instant her mind was lurched out of her daydream and back to reality. She quickly removed her hand from between her legs and for the briefest of milliseconds a droplet of urine broke past her muscles. In that instant, she felt the first dribble of pee burst out of her bladder and travel down her urethra, just the smallest of trickles. In response, every muscle in her body immediately clenched, her pussy quivering in her attempt to keep her knickers dry. She could feel the trickle of pee moving down inside of her, on the brink of moistening her inner pussy lips. Then it broke free, growing into a small bead of urine at the end of her urethra, before finally dispersing into the folds of her vagina. It wasn't enough to dampen her knickers, just enough to make her pussy feel sticky and moist. She picked up the phone, crossing her legs, desperately trying to push her lips together to help hold back the flood. In a small, quivering voice, she managed to greet the caller, but wasn't really listening for their response. Instead, all her concentration was on her slippery wet vulva and her huge protruding bladder that was threatening to explode at any second. She pressed the phone harder against her ear to try and stop her hand from shaking, but it was no use. Her whole body trembling, without even a thought for her surroundings she jammed her free hand back into her slit. It was the only way to stop any more wee from seeping out of her. For a few moments she sat absolutely still, holding her breath, scared that even the smallest intake of air would force her clenched lips to part and spray hot urine into her underwear. She closed her eyes and repeated the same phrase over and over in her head, “Please don’t come out, please don’t come out!” After a few seconds and back in tenuous control of her muscles, she realised her caller had finished whatever it was they were saying, and it was now her turn to speak. A few awkward moments later, the only thing her addled mind could think to say was “I’m sorry, we’re experiencing a few problems at the moment.” That’s the understatement of the century, she thought. “Could you ring back tomorrow?” To her relief, although not the sort of relief she was really after, the disgruntled caller huffed and hung up. Quickly replacing her handset, she glanced back at the clock, her bladder tightening at the realisation that it was still only 5:15. With another 15 minutes before she could even begin to make her way home, it dawned on her that for the first time in her adult life, she might actually wet herself. Her mind raced, her thoughts swimming in an ocean of pee. Hunched over her desk, legs bobbing up and down, both hands pressing firmly into her moist fanny, the last scraps of dignity had been lost. She thought about running outside and ripping the tape from the Portaloo. She didn’t care that it was blocked or even overflowing, if she could just get inside and pull down her knickers, she’d finally be able to let her pee squirt out of her. She didn’t even care if it overflowed and ran over the floor, at least she wouldn’t be in agony any more, and at least her knickers would still be dry. A few minutes passed like this, thoughts of peeing in strange places passing through her mind. Every few moments a new thought with a new place, followed by the longest hiss of pee she’d ever released in her life. She thought about nothing but the feeling of relief, but couldn’t for even a second let her guard down. If she did, if she relaxed any of her muscles for even an instant, she knew she would have a full blown pissy accident. At 5:25, with only five minutes to wait, she started to panic. How was she going to stand up and not pee herself? She couldn’t walk to the car with her hand between her legs, not with all the warehouse workers ogling at her. She would have to try and compose herself. And once inside the car, could she refrain for spurting her hot urine all over the passenger seat? She tried to put it out of her mind and worry about it when she really had to. For now, she had another 5 minutes to deal with. Sarah could see Megan was in agony, but she couldn’t risk leaving the office even 5 minutes early. Her boss had given her several warnings already about time keeping, and her next warning could be the last. She simply couldn’t take the chance. She felt sorry for Megan, who was obviously in an extreme state of desperation, but at the same time she was enjoying the show. She could hear Megan breathing quickly and shallowly, occasionally gasping under her breath, just barely audible. Her chair rocked rapidly back and forth in response to her jiggling legs, squeaking like a hyperactive mouse where it needed oiling. The chair’s high back prevented Sarah from seeing exactly what Megan was doing, but she knew she must be right on the verge of springing a leak. If only Sarah knew how true that was, she might have taken pity and considered going back on their deal, letting her pee first once they arrived at Megan’s house. But being in a pretty uncomfortable state herself, she dismissed the notion. Besides, the idea of watching a fully grown woman wet herself was proving to be a turn on. She would make sure Megan upheld the deal, partly because she feared that hearing Megan releasing her pent up pee would make her lose control herself, but mainly because the notion of Megan wetting herself was arousing her very much indeed. Megan, feeling her control ebbing away, knew that drastic measures were the only way to keep the pee inside her. With tears in her eyes, she gingerly removed her hands from between her legs and scootched to the edge of her chair, leaning back slightly and letting her skirt ride up her legs a little. Her bladder was stinging and began contracting again, becoming agitated from her change of position. Quickly but carefully, she slid one of her hands up her bare inner thigh until she reached the fabric of her underwear. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was standing over her, she hooked her index finger around the crotch of her knickers and pulled them to one side, exposing her beautiful trembling pussy to the air. She thought about just letting a little out, but realised that she was still sitting on the back of her skirt. If she were to release, everything in view of her desperate lips would certainly get drenched - her chair, her skirt, her boots, the sockets under her desk the computer was plugged into. Damn it she had to do something! With her lips beginning to part, readying for an unstopable gush of wee that was about to come bursting out, there was only one thing she could think of to try and stop it. She just had to get her fingers directly pressing onto her urethra. She figured with the hole obstructed, it would be impossible for any wee to leak out. Without time to even consider her surroundings, she knew this was her last option. If this didn't work, her chair was going to get very wet, soaked by a seemingly endless stream of golden liquid that was on the brink of erupting from between her lips. Leaning back a little to get better access, she ran her middle finger up the length of her vagina, parting her lips, before firmly pressing on her trembling, exposed pee hole. Her body bucked as she accidentally brushed her clitoris, a wave of pleasure pulsing up through her body. Oh God that felt so good! She couldn't resist the temptation and moved her finger down, sliding it up into her aching vagina. Instinctively, her other hand came to rest on her bulging navel, gently caressing her hot throbbing bladder. Her pussy felt surprisingly wet, so wet she considered the possibility that she might have leaked without realising it. Dismissing the notion, she knew it was impossible. She would have felt it, wouldn't she? Sinking her finger to the knuckle and pushing her palm onto her clitoris, she began massaging the silky soft walls of her inner sanctum. It felt warm and tight around her finger as she clenched with all her might, desperately holding back the impending explosion of pee and slowly bringing herself back under control. Her muscles were taut and she was still unable to relax, but the pee was still being held inside her, contained in her bulging, desperate bladder. At this stage, that was all that mattered. She couldn't understand why her body was so turned on. Her bladder was throbbing incessantly, the pressure feeling like it was on the verge of tearing her apart, but her clitoris was hard and aroused, protruding from its silky hood. She couldn't resist the urge to stroke her wet fingertip over her engorged clit, its extreme sensitivity causing a pulse of pleasure to shoot up inside of her, making her bladder convulse and blurring the boundary between pleasure and pain. Her pussy muscles contracted and her clit pulsed, and in just a few brief seconds her pleasure reached heights that usually took hours of playing. Suddenly becoming aware that she was breathing heavily and noisily, she knew she couldn't allow herself to orgasm, not here with her colleagues just a few feet from her. If she did, she knew her bladder wouldn't be able to cope. Her pee would come hissing out at full force, parting her desperately clenched lips with the force of a pressure hose. She wouldn't be able to handle the embarrassment and ridicule. She slowed her fingers to a stop, feeling that just a few more strokes of her wet glistening clit would take her past the point of no return. Her pussy twitched and her body shuddered in protest at the denial. It took all of her willpower to finally withdraw her finger from her aching hole, her vagina twitching as the sensation of her impending orgasm gradually faded. Oh God she had to pee! For a moment she sat still and tried to calm herself down, but without her fingers holding it back, her wee was again on the very edge of just spraying out. Clenching, she looked down at her abdomen and saw it was bulging noticably between her belly button and the top of her pubic hair, which lay just beneath the waistband of her skirt. Caressing the aching mound gently with her hand, she thought she looked at least 4 months pregnant. Pulling her knickers back over her salivating fanny lips, she slouched forward bending at the waist, trying to give her bladder as much room as possible. Her vagina was sopping and her knickers now clung to her folds, soaking up the fluids of her excitement. Her lips felt slippery, sliding against each other as she bobbed her legs up and down. "This is it, it's all over" she thought, “I really am about to wet myself.” Her tired muscles could take the strain no more. She felt weak and powerless to prevent the inevitable. With beads of sweat dripping down her face, strands of hair were now clinging to her forehead. Her whole body shook and her clenched lips trembled, the immence pressure in her bladder straining to be released. At the end of her tether, her thoughts once again returned to the moment of relief. She imagined what it would feel like to finally be free of the huge weight inside of her. To finally be able to squirt her pee somewhere, anywhere, even into her knickers seemed like a good option now. Absolutely desperate, nothing more left for her to try, she felt her lips straining to hold back, but loosing the battle. She felt them beginning to part, the inevitable eruption of hot golden wee just seconds away, losing the ability to fight it. Right on the brink, her pee about to begin its descent down her urethra, the words she'd been dying to hear all afternoon were finally uttered. "You ready to go home?" She clasped the muscles at the base of her bladder shut with all her strength, gritting her teeth. Sarah was standing over her, the hint of a smile on her face. “Wow, you look like you’re ready to pop!” Sarah joked, not realising just how close to the truth she was. Megan couldn’t speak but just nodded. Her gorgeous hazel eyes were wide like a cat in the headlights of a speeding car. Biting her lip to distract from the pain of her ballooning bladder, Megan clenched her pussy and bum muscles with all her might. Slowly rising from her chair, the effects of gravity pushed her heavy bladder down, a small moan making its way from her mouth before she could stop it. She realised that if she tried to stand up straight, her pee would start spurting out in a heartbeat. Instead, bending slightly at the waist, she carefully put on her coat and zipped it up, trying to hide her bladder bulge from enquiring eyes. Her shyness returning, she really didn’t want the others to know exactly how desperate her situation was. Unfortunately for her, the pockets in her jacket weren’t deep enough for her to reach her fanny, so holding herself surreptitiously was out of the question. She would have to try and hold back the flood with her muscles alone, but was seriously doubting her strength. For the first time since she was a child she prayed to God. However, even God wouldn’t be able to help her now. She was on her own. Making their way to the car park, Megan gingerly followed behind, trying to keep her footfalls as light as possible. Even the smallest of jolts sent spasms of pain shooting through her bladder, so she was as careful as she could be whilst still keeping up the pace. It really was going to be down to the wire, although now she was on the move, a renewed determination to hold it in had come over her. She knew, however, a delay of even just a few seconds could spell disaster for her tortured bladder. Finally they arrived at Sarah’s car. It was a nice sedan with large leather seats, certainly too nice to spray pee all inside it. As she stood next to the passenger door waiting for the lock to open, a renewed sense of urgency overcame her. Bending over and curtseying deeply, her right knee over her left, she squeezed as tightly as possible and held her breath, holding on to the car for support. Her fanny coming to the very brink of spewing her golden juices, she clenched, groaning and sweating under the strain, another droplet of urine dripping out and moistening her inner lips. The lock clicked and Megan swung open the door. Taking a moment to compose herself before she climbed in, she knew the following few minutes would be some of the most stressful of her life. Her bladder and genitals throbbed on every heartbeat. She had to hold back her pee at all costs while sat in the car, if it came out all over the seats Sarah would kill her. Getting in meant untwisting and parting her legs briefly. Although only for a few seconds, her hot throbbing pee hole felt suddenly exposed, all the external pressure being taken away. For those few seconds, all that lay between staying dry and spurting pee down her legs was her rapidly tiring sphincter muscle. As she slid herself into the seat, she knew she had to find a way of applying pressure to her lips without being too obvious. The seats were vast and her petite frame got lost in the expanse of expensive leather. Maybe, just maybe there would be enough room to bring up her foot and sit on it. It was her only real option apart from openly holding herself, and she was still too embarrassed to even contemplate that. Kicking off one of her boots, she very carefully positioned her foot. Tucking it up inside her skirt and under her bum, she could feel the damp crotch of her knickers against her heel. Grinding it hard against her fanny, she smoothed down her skirt, noticing that the position of her legs was causing it to ride up. In fact, the pink fabric of her knickers, clinging to her pussy, damp stain around the crotch, were plainly visible. She didn't know how long she could hold back the flood with just her heel, but it was better than nothing. Bringing her arms down she folded them in her lap in an attempt to hide her clammy camel toe. The engine was finally started and Megan buckled up holding the belt away from her abdomen, even the smallest of pressure threatening to make her explode. Although Sarah had been to Megan’s house before, it was over a year ago. Megan gave Sarah directions to refresh her memory, her voice quivering from her extreme desperation. She felt slightly dizzy, the full to bursting organ in her abdomen throbbing relentlessly. As the car pulled away, it was apparent to Sarah that Megan was truly busting. Were they pink knickers she was wearing? Although Sarah didn't consider herself a lesbian, she took a great deal of pleasure from beautiful women, and Megan especially. Having never had a sexual encounter with a woman, she didn't even really consider herself bisexual, but there was something about Megan that made her lust for her. For all the years they had worked together she had fantasised about her, admiring her exquisite beauty and dreaming of what lay beneath her perfectly pressed clothes. Looking at her now, seeing she was on the brink of a full blown accident, she felt incredibly turned on. The devil on her shoulder told her to enjoy the situation, moments like this didn't come along very often. However, the angel on the other made her feel ashamed. Megan was a friend in need, and she needed her help. Figuring she should probably get her home as quickly as possible, she pressed down the accelerator and sped away. Megan clutched the side of the passenger seat, being thrown off balance by the sudden acceleration, and let go of the seat belt. It snapped back against her aching fragile body and she whimpered in pain. Tears welling up, her eyes widened as she saw the rapidly approaching speed bump at the exit of the car park. She knew this was going to hurt but didn't have time to prepare. With her belt buckle pushing into her bladder, her pee was already on the verge of sizzling out from her desperate quivering lips. She braced herself for the bump by tensing every muscle in her body, just as the car lurched over it. The momentary feeling of weightlessness was too much for her poor desperate body to take. As the car plunged hard back to the ground, her bladder bounced mercilessly inside her abdomen. Contorting and warping in the same way a water balloon does when it hits something hard, no amount of clenching could stop the impending explosion. She felt her lips suddenly part, her fanny squirting a half second jet of golden wee into her knickers. The crotch of her underwear ballooned as her urine sprayed into them, seeping through and wetting her foot. The short hiss from her lips seemed to resonate around the car, but Sarah seemed not to notice. A small trickle followed the spurt, her urine dribbling through her trembling sphincter and seeping down her urethra, and out through her desperate aching hole. Megan sat bolt upright, pulling away the belt, grinding her pussy into her heel with all her might as she clamped off the dribble. Her knickers and her foot felt soaking, but in reality only about 2 tablespoons of wee had actually come out, certainly not enough to give her any degree of relief. Quite the opposite was true in fact. Her bladder was now a constant source of pain, full to the brim with litres of golden urine, aching more than ever for release. She closed her eyes, her whole world focused on her pee hole. She could do nothing but feel the pain of her wee racked bladder. pee assaulted her every sense; she could smell it in her nostrils; she could even taste it in the back of her mouth. Her skin prickled with sweat and she felt herself swoon as she forced her muscles to push back against the bulging mass of her bladder. She felt like her whole body was being engulfed in pee, swimming against a strong tide, almost drowning in it. “Sorry babe” Sarah said. “Don’t burst yet, you’ll be home in 2 minutes”. The way Sarah was driving, she really believed it. The tyres squealed as they tore round the corners, overtaking other motorists at every opportunity. It was Sarah’s turn to feel pangs of desperation, but nothing compared to poor Megan. Sarah’s thong was moist from arousal, but not a single drop of pee had leaked into it. Her bladder did, however, begin to twitch at the thought of Megan's loo drawing closer. Megan, on the other hand, was absolutely bursting, her aching muscles now feeling numb from the strain. Her sopping knickers adhered to every crease of her labia. When she thought Sarah wasn’t looking, she covertly wiped the pee from her foot and dried her hand on the side of her skirt. She knew it wouldn’t be long before her bladder gave up completely and the pee would spray out of her. There was a limit to every girl’s capacity, and she had reached that limit over an hour ago! Looking down she flushed with embarrassment as she realised the wet fabric of her knickers had become translucent. Every part of her cleanly shaven vagina could be seen clearly, her clitoris standing proud, throbbing like a drum in time with her heart. She could see her foot applying pressure to her opening, bunching the fabric up between her lips and into her pee fragranced slit. Sarah couldn't quite believe what she could see from the corner of her eye. Trying not to be too obvious, she turned her head slightly to get a better look. She had fantasised about it on countless of occasions in the past, but it was even better in the flesh. Her heart beat faster from excitement and her breathing became shallow. Megan's vagina was more beautiful in real life than it had even been in Sarah's fantasies. Thoughts of running her tongue up her gorgeous pee saturated fanny went through her mind. She imagined how it might taste, her mouth salivating at the thought. For the first time in her life she felt truly aroused. Sure, she had had boyfriends in the past, and at the time she thought she had been happy. But looking at the stunningly gorgeous woman in her passenger seat, her perfectly formed pussy on show, she realised that men would never be able to satisfy her again. The remainder of the journey was rough. Megan was holding the belt away from her abdomen, stopping it from pressing and rupturing her bladder. The other hand clutched the door handle for stability, her knuckles turning white from her super tight grip. As she was being thrown around in her seat, she knew there was no way she could cover herself up, not until they slowed down. She felt her pee was again right on the threshold of squirting out, but knew if it did, Sarah would be able to see it coming right out of her trembling pussy. She had to hold on and clenched every muscle in her body, but couldn't stop another spurt from breaking free. Shooting out from between her lips, it squirted right through the fabric of her underwear, cascading over her foot and trickling down between her buttocks. She squeezed her eyes closed, all her energy and concentration focused on her bursting bladder. Realising they were nearing her street, Megan took a modicum of comfort from the fact that the agony would soon be over. As the car slowed, Megan moved her foot and composed herself, pulling down her skirt so she was no longer exposing herself to her friend. Bringing her leg up as far as she could without squishing her tummy, she quickly slid her boot back on in anticipation of getting out of the car. Sarah pulled into Megan’s driveway and killed the engine. Opening the doors, both girls gingerly pulled themselves from the car. Glancing back at the seat, there was a small wet dribble where Megan had been sitting. She wiped it away with her hand and hoped Sarah hadn't seen it. Megan felt on the verge of involuntary release, her bladder unable to adjust to her standing position. Her hand flew to her pussy, grasping and kneading to try and hold back the torrent inside of her. Ripping open her handbag, she fumbled for her door keys, dropping them on the floor. Just as she bent over to pick them up, her bum in the air, more wee squirted out, jetting straight through her knickers, spraying the back of her skirt. At the same time, a small dribble of amber urine began to snake down her inner thigh. “Come on Meg I’m busting!” Sarah said, standing on the doorstep with her legs crossed. Meg considered the irony of that statement. With a shaky hand Megan put the key in the lock and opened the door, stepping over the threshold and into her living room. Throwing her bag down and tearing off her coat, she caught sight of her glistening toilet standing proud at the top of the stairs. All she had to do was climb the steps and her agony would be over. OK, she hadn’t quite made it without a spurt or two, but she had done her absolute best, and now the agony would come to an end. The contents of her bladder pushed down hard against her lips, convulsing at the sight of the porcelain. In an instant, Sarah flew past her at the speed of lightening, sprinting up the stairs and slamming the door! “Wait! I can’t hold it!” Megan shouted in protest, but it was too late. Sarah was already tearing down her thong and relaxing her muscles. Megan whimpered as she was left standing in the middle of her living room. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and was shocked by what she saw. Her pee bulge really did make her look pregnant. For the first time she noticed that even the waistband of her elasticated skirt was really digging into her, putting pressure on her distended navel. The bulge protruded at least 4 inches from the rest of her usually flat stomach. She stood there and caressed it, tears rolling down her face. All shame now out of the window, she lowered her skirt and slid it to the ground, kicking it to one side. She pee danced around the floor, hands pressing up on her throbbing quivering fanny with all her strength. Here she was, a grown woman, dancing around semi naked, all of her pent up pee about to burst out of her hole. "Please Sarah, I'm about to bust!" Megan cried, whimpering. Sarah, still sitting on the toilet, tried to relax. Although genuinely bursting, only the smallest of streams was dribbling from her snatch, trickling into the water. She had been afraid of this. Suffering from a condition that sometimes prevented her from peeing properly, it was made all the worse when she was forced to hold it until desperate. She breathed deeply, pushing on her locked bladder, but her stream stopped completely. She knew that eventually the rest would come, but it was a waiting game. She thought about poor, bursting Megan, suddenly feeling slightly bad that she had insisted on going first. But only slightly. Megan was beside herself with desperation, trying with every ounce of strength to not completely wet herself. She pushed her fingers harder into her lips, but didn’t have the strength to stop another small dribble from jetting out of her. "It's coming out! Please hurry up!" she sobbed. Her mind floating in an ocean of wee, she wasn’t thinking straight. She had to do something, anything, to stop any more from spraying out. As a last ditch attempt to contain it, she slid down her knickers, kicking them off, and perched on the sofa. Now completely naked from the waist down, she brought up her legs and rested her feet on the edge of the cushion, adopting the same position women usually give birth in. Eyeing her reflection in the mirror, she could see every inch of her perfect young body. Her buttocks were trembling from the strain and her bladder bulged alarmingly. Her pussy glistened, a small bead of pee gliding down the folds of her wet lips, trickling down onto her bum. She could see her vagina clenching and unclenching, her lips moving up and down in unison as it happened. Her perineum was quivering visibly, the muscles squeezing back for all they were worth. In that instant, she was powerless to stop yet another hiss of hot pee from squirting out. She saw her lips part, the force ejecting the spray in an arc from her desperate fanny. It was just a half second shot, but with enough force to send the small stream though the air, breaking up into droplets as it flew before landing on the floor in a neat line. Her fingers once again touched the smooth folds of her pussy, parting her lips and pressing firmly, directly on her urethra. Her fanny was sopping wet, her fingers sliding to her urethra with ease. Her mind was a blur, only nonsensical thoughts zipping through. Feeling like she was going mad, her whole existence was now exclusively focussed on the engorged folds of her slippery vagina. She couldn't think and she could hardly breathe, she could only dream of relief, of wetting hard and fast into the porcelain bowl. Her eyes tearing up, the only thing stopping her from completely busting was the force of her fingers pressing up into her frantically desperate wee hole. Sarah breathed deeply and finally started to dribble again, wondering how Megan was holding up. She found herself fantasising about the poor desperate girl spraying urine into those pink knickers she saw earlier. Finally, her dribble became a trickle, which became a squirt, which became a steady hiss as her pee drained out of her. Maintaining a strong hissing stream, the relief was ecstasy as her bladder finally pushed the last few drops from her body. Wanting so badly to see what had happened to Megan, she was sure she would emerge from the toilet and see her standing in a pool of wee. Her heart jumped at the thought and her extreme arousal made her tremble. She longed to make love to Megan, to finally feel her silky pussy lips gliding over her tongue. As she tore the toilet roll and wiped her snatch, a string of love juice slurped from her desperately aroused lips. Megan felt as if she was having an out of body experience, all rational thoughts having ceased. Her pee racked body was desperate for release, but her fingers blocked her urethra preventing any squirts. She closed her eyes and let wee wash over her every thought and feeling, and started to embrace rather than fight it. Her bladder was pounding, as the bursting, stinging, orgasmic pain sent tingles to her clitoris on every heartbeat. She hadn’t even stroked her clit and she felt on the brink of a full body orgasm. She no longer even knew where she was, nor did she care. She had spent the whole day fighting back her body’s needs and urges, and she could fight no longer. She had to orgasm, and she had to pee, both needs no longer under her control. Subconsciously, she removed her fingers from her tender lips. The tension in her fraught body was reaching a peak. Without even needing to touch her engorged clitoris, she was about to have the most intense orgasm of her life. The overwhelming feelings of desire and lust merged with the now sharp pain of her bladder, creating a pleasure so intense she thought she would black out. She felt her pussy begin to convulse and part, her inner labia lips now visible as her vaginal muscles shuddered and trembled. Sarah made her way out onto the landing as quietly as possible, hoping to delay Megan’s relief for just another few seconds. Slowly and quietly making her way down the stairs, her clitoris spontaneously convulsed at the sight of Megan and she nearly came right where she was standing. Primal instincts taking over, she could resist the call of Megan’s pussy no longer. As she approached, she saw Megan’s poor bulging bladder as she writhed around in desperation. Her legs were completely spread, her pussy lips fully parted and her throbbing clitoris stood proud and erect. Full to the brim with litres of hot golden pee, her bladder stuck out from her abdomen like a football. Her pussy lips shimmered in the light, wet and slippery, an enormous gush of wee about to erupt from between them. Sarah knelt down in front of the most beautiful girl she had ever met, her vagina just inches from her face. Moving in closer, her nose almost touching Megan’s folds, she could smell the sweet scent of fresh urine. She swooned as the aroma of her pussy filled her nostrils, washing over her soul. Megan’s bladder convulsed and contracted, desperately trying to push the pee out of her tortured body. Her sphincter was about to fail, the wee about to spray out with an unstoppable force. Sarah felt dizzy from arousal. Extending her tongue she began to lick at Megan’s lips, the salty juices slipping down her throat. Megan bucked in response, her body about to release and explode at the same time. Megan felt Sarah’s tongue caressing her lips, but didn’t care. Sharing this experience with someone could only make it better. Sarah’s tongue worked the folds of her pussy, sucking and teasing them, licking up the slippery lubrication from between her lips. She plunged her tongue deep into Megan’s vagina, drinking the love juices that were flowing like a stream. Moving up, as Sarah began to caress Megan’s clitoris, gently rolling it between her tongue and top teeth, Megan’s body bucked and writhed in ecstasy. The tension reached heights she never thought imaginable, the surge of an explosive orgasm reaching its crescendo, and hovering for what seemed like hours. The whole day of holding had accumulated to this moment, the moment of release, the moment of relief, the moment she had thought about over and over again. Her bladder contracted, her wee squeezing down on her weary sphincter, convulsing and trembling under the strain. Her body could take the torture no more. Droplets of wee started to leak past her muscles, entering her urethra. Her bladder screaming, her clitoris pounding, her body shook and bucked as the first wave of orgasm crashed down, a surge of pleasure riding up from her genitals into her abdomen, into every nerve in her body. Her bladder exploded as a rush of hot pee hissed from her pussy. The wee splashed into Sarah’s mouth and sizzled as it cascaded down her chin, flowing down her body and over her breasts, wetting her t shirt. Megan’s fanny squirted more and more as the stream grew stronger, hissing and sizzling from her delicate flaps. Convulsing, wave after wave of orgasm washed over her body as her pent up wee flowed unrelentingly. Cupping her mouth around the length of Megan’s pussy, the urine squirted into Sarah’s mouth, filling her cheeks before sliding down her throat. She gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the sweetest liquid she had ever encountered, only just being able to swallow quick enough to keep up with the flow. Minutes later, Megan’s muscles started to relax. Her stream now a trickle, her body flopped back into the sofa. The most relaxed she’s been in her entire life, she smiled wide at the realisation of what had just happened. Her bladder felt tender and her clitoris even more so. Sarah removed her face from between Megan’s legs, her tongue licking up the last of Megan’s liquids. She moved up and lay beside her and they kissed passionately, tongues massaging and exploring each other’s mouths. Megan could taste her own salty juices as saliva was exchanged between them. Wanting to repay the favour, Megan’s tongue moved down to Sarah’s chest. Kissing and caressing her, she licked up the spilt pee from Sarah’s body, sucking and tweaking her erect nipples in the process. Pulling down her leggings, she plunged her finger hard into Sarah’s pleading pussy and started to suck her clitoris. In a few short seconds, Sarah was having her own orgasm as she pushed harder into Megan’s face, her vagina pulsing and squirting as she ejaculated her come over Megan’s tongue. Both girls now at the point of exhaustion, they collapsed into each other’s arms and slept.
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  14. Heyy everyone!! I just got in from an 8.5-hour drive for work, so if my writing is a bit lacking, I apologize in advance! During these long hours, however, I tackled a new pee challenge to stave off the boredom and wanted to share the experiences while the excitement is fresh! So I woke up about an hour earlier than I intended this morning. Typically, I would hop into the shower pretty quickly and relieve myself for the morning there, but I had an idea: From the moment of awakening until I checked into my motel room, I would only pee in unconventional places...and never in the same place twice. I guess showers aren't technically a "conventional place" to release one's bladder, but I find it so dang satisfying that I do it every morning (confession time haha) and figured it'd be cheating to start off my new challenge that way. I was really bursting for a pee, so I opted for perhaps the simplest and easiest "unconventional pee" on the books: I dashed to my living room, slipped off my panties, spread my legs a little more than shoulder-width apart, closed my eyes, and relaxed. Within seconds, the morning silence turned into a crisp patter, which swiftly transformed into a forceful cascade. My eyes still shut, my lips curled into an impish smile with satisfaction as I let out a relieved sigh. I really had to go. I moved my feet together and shot a glance down as a warm rush began to encompass my feet. A very sizeable puddle was forming on my wood floor (I made an immature joke to myself about morning wood) and streaks of stray urine streamed down my legs. Apparently, my floor isn't entirely level because a small stream began to shoot off to the right of the puddle. Who'd've thought pee could be a handy architectural tool? At last, the contents of my bladder diminished to the last few drops, some of which spurted to the floor, the rest to my legs. I recognized the error of my ways as I went to fetch some paper towels...leaving a trail of pee foot prints on my path to the kitchen. Still enjoying my nakedness from the waist down, I grabbed a wad of towels, wiped my self down, and retraced my tracks to the formidable puddle. Then I ran a quick mop around the area, hopped into the shower, and prepared for my trek, feeling satisfied with my first wizz of the day. I donned a black skirt today to facilitate my unwillingness to use the facilities, and hopped into my car for the long journey, gently sipping from my water bottle. About an hour down the road, I still wasn't feeling any urge at all, so I began drinking a little more ambitiously. Another hour passed and, right about the time my gas tank was hitting E, my bladder was hitting F. I had been mildly fidgeting in my seat for a few minutes and was thankful for a pit stop. I pulled into a dumpy little gas station and was quickly thankful for my pact of unconventional peeing. It seemed like the kind of place you'd catch 15 diseases just from touching the restroom door handle. As I lifted the nozzle and put it into my gas tank, I pondered my options. It was fairly deserted, so I had a fair amount of freedom. The botanical coverage was somewhat lacking, so I couldn't run off into the woods to pee--which would've been fairly boring anyway. My options were either to pee at my car or around the side of the building. I started to make my way around the building when it occurred to me, There's no one here. Just pee from your car! I felt a surge of excitement with the thought. But what if someone drives up while I'm peeing? I shot back. You're two hours from home. Even if someone catches you, they won't recognize you. I retorted. Yeah, but what if someone catches me..? My argument against this undertaking was buckling. I quickly walked back to my car and made sure nobody from inside could make out what was going on. Between the numerous large advertisements in the window and where I was parked, I discerned that I could occlude line of sight from both the convenience store and the road if I opened my driver and rear passenger door. All the while, my bladder was urging me to quickly determine my course of action. Okay...You win. I conceded to myself. You won't regret it. I snarkily assured myself. I took one last glance around to ensure there were no unexpected audience members for the show. It was just as clear as when I pulled in. Tally ho. I opened both of my doors, lifted my skirt, and sat on the frame of the car. I nervously slid my panties to the side, my heart pounding furiously, the thrill egging me on. I continued nervously glancing around, certain some massive procession would determine that was the precise time to come gas up. Thankfully, no such procession materialized--only the occasional car shot down the road, oblivious to the woman baring her nether region to the gas pump in front of her. I had some difficulty getting the waterworks flowing as the hot humidity bore down on me, feeling like a thousand boiling oceans under the anxiety. I cursed softly as some urine gently shot askew, dampening my groin and streaking down to my butt. This was enough, however, to get the juices moving. I adjusted myself as the spurt evolved into a steady stream, drenching the pavement beneath me. My muscles were trembling from nervousness, excitement, and because of my awkward position. Once the stream was adequately established, I glanced around again. Still clear. Suddenly...THUD. Startled, my heart and I simultaneously jumped, and while I thankfully managed to avoid peeing all over myself, my stream faltered. It was just the gas pump as it finished filling my tank. I sighed with relief, adrenaline coursing through my body even more rapidly than the urine had been coursing from my urethra. After a moment, I managed to relax enough to begin peeing again. By the last few spurts, I had left a very respectable puddle, which pooled satisfyingly and streamed away slowly. My cover still not blown, I reached into my car, grabbed a tissue, and wiped myself clean. I replaced my panties and rubbed some sanitizer onto my hands as I admired my puddle and its many proud streaks. My heart was still pounding as I leaped into my car and sped off, nobody the wiser. Now I was feeling really confident. Perhaps too confident. For the sake of making good time on my trip, it took every ounce of will I had to not feverishly down water in anticipation of the next adventure. Despite this incredible (if I may say so myself) display of self-control, I had enough residual fluid working its way through my kidneys that I only made it about another hour down the road before pit stop #2 became a necessity. Okay...admittedly, I probably could've delayed a little longer, but I was excited to go for round 2 . This time, I pulled into a McDonalds...that wasn't quite as vacant as the gas station. This is going to be a challenge. I parked my car and made my way in, surveying the area. There were probably about 6 or 7 people, not counting employees, suggesting that perhaps trying anything outside was a bad idea. I briskly walked to the bathrooms and pushed open the door to the women's room, hoping it was maybe single occupancy and I could just pee in the sink or something (I wasn't about to give up so easily in the face of adversity!). To my disappointment, it was not. There were two stalls, a trash can, and a sink. I thought about pulling the trash can into the stall and peeing into it, but that seemed somewhat like cheating, so I opted against it. Hmm...What about a floor drain? Nope. It was in the middle of the bathroom. I'd be flashing anyone walking through the door. Recognizing I didn't have any particularly good options there, I gently cracked open the door to take another look around. In doing so, I caught a glimpse of the men's room sign. A light bulb went off in my head. Even using the stall in there wouldn't be a conventional pee. The bathroom entrances were offset into a little cove, with walls that occluded the doors from the rest of the restaurant. I slowly crept out to see if I could sneak my way in (praying I wasn't going to walk in on some guy at the urinal). There were several people sitting within sight of the cove, but they were pretty distracted. But what if I walk in on some guy peeing?! Again, my heart was racing. I compromised. I went back into the women's room, where I could wait without looking out-of-place to other restaurant goers. I stood by the door and listened for the men's room door. Several minutes passed, during which I heard nothing. If anyone's in there, he's taking a crap and I can slip out unnoticed. I exited the women's room again and nervously glanced from the cove. Nobody was paying much attention, so I swiftly and confidently (only on the outside. Inside, I was terrified) pushed my way into the men's room, half expecting to find a guy, penis-in-hand, with a look of shock on his face as I barged in. Thankfully, I did not. It was empty. The butterflies in my stomach were violently trying to rip their way out of my abdominal wall and pure epinephrine jolted through me. I swear, my heart rate probably set a world record. I quickly made my way toward the stall, longingly eying the urinal and I passed. I closed the stall door behind me, silently sighing with immense relief as I clicked the lock. As I turned to face the toilet, my anxious euphoria was dampened slightly--the toilet was filthy. It was covered in urine and there were splatters on the floor. Cautiously, I raised my skirt up, pulled my panties to the side, and semi-straddled the porcelain with my butt hanging over it, afraid to let anything touch it. Again, my muscles were trembling--though much more this time. Admittedly, as I began to pee, I contributed a fair amount to the urine on the toilet seat (oops! ). Relief swept over me as I emptied my bladder, vigorously tinkling into the water below. It was strange to get such a surge of excitement from something so mundane as a regular toilet! Context is everything, I guess! As I was wiping, my heart surged again and my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as I heard the door open. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP--No--BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, my heart raced so loudly I thought for sure he would hear it. Still hovering my butt over the toilet seat, toilet paper in hand, I barely dared to breathe as I heard this mystery man rustling his pants at the urinal. The sound of urine striking porcelain. I'd've probably been turned on, had I not been terrified. I'm certain he only peed for a normal amount of time, but it seemed to me as though his bladder was endless. I began to think I would grow old and die in this men's room stall, awaiting his conclusion. At last, however, my fears were assuaged when, somehow, the sound of him spitting and the flush of the urinal were not drowned out by the ferocious pounding of my cardiovascular system. He spent a few brief seconds at the sink and I heard the door open...then close. I stood there for a few moments, absolutely petrified. Suddenly, my thoughts burst into a frenzy. I finished wiping, didn't even remember to flush or wash my hands, and dashed for the door, afraid someone would walk in. Thankfully, nobody did. I burst through the door much more forcefully than I had intended. This attracted the attention of a lady at a table near the restrooms who gave me a puzzled look, which transitioned into a dirty look when she realized I was emerging from the men's room. I just sped past, avoiding eye contact, and jumped into my car. It wasn't until several miles down the road that I finally calmed down and remembered I forgot to wash up. More hand sanitizer. And a lot of AC--I had worked up a bit of a sweat. After the anxiety subsided, I began laughing with hysterical euphoria. I did it! I used a men's room in a crowded area AND at the same time as a guy! Also striking to me, was that, because I was like 3 hours away from home, there were virtually no consequences. Sure, the woman caught me, but what was she going to do? We'll never see each other again! Seeing how crazy long this recount is becoming, I'll quickly summarize the more mundane ones (or ones similar to stories I've written in the past) and then skip to the final one. Another hour and a half in, I peed into a gas station restroom trash can (yeah, I know, I considered this cheating earlier...but after McDonalds, I was willing to tame it down a bit). Two hours after that, I did the classic cup-pee in my car at a roadside rest. Finally, after about 8.5 hours of travel, a little longer than anticipated, I pulled into the motel. During the last half hour, I began really piling on the fluids again, so by the time I pulled in, I really had to go--bad. I wasn't allowed a trip to the ladies' room until I had checked into my room, however. I parked and virtually ran inside, hoping to work through the process as quickly as possible. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait in a line. The guy checking me in was very friendly. I probably seemed like an anti-social jerk because I was focusing more on not peeing all over the floor, or at the very least, dancing like an idiot in front of him, clutching my lady bits, than on friendly chit-chat. Hurriedly, I thanked him as I grabbed my key and raced off. Not even bothering to grab my luggage, I began searching for my room. En route, however, I found a little cove that I assumed formerly hosted a vending machine. As I shot past it, I turned around, considering, Why waste a perfectly good bladder of pee? You haven't checked into your room yet. Forget the luxury of a toilet. I glanced around to ensure nobody was loitering around. Nope. I ducked into the cove, where I proceeded to fully and properly wet myself. No skirt-raising, no panties pulled to the side, just torrents of pee rushing down my legs, soaking my socks and shoes, and a steady trickle straight to the ground, forming yet another large puddle. After the encounter at McDonalds, this seemed like child's play and came to me easily. Within a long few seconds, I was thoroughly drenched from the waist down. I giggled a little as I admired my puddle, then raced off to find my room, the urine quickly cooling in the night breeze, chilling my legs ever so slightly. I found my room and, still wearing my urine-soaked clothes, lugged all my stuff in, enjoying the dampness. Without even changing, I laid a towel on the chair and set up my laptop to write this. Now...if you'll excuse me, I have some cleaning up to do and some tingling to tend to downstairs I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!!
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  15. Looks like there are also some people who are doing holds during nighttime (well, depends on your geographical position, where i'm from it's 2:44 am) I am curious! What is your time?
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  16. Stand in one spot for a whole minute without moving, and try not to pee.
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  17. Wooooo loved that story and such a happy ending to
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  18. This is probably the only thing that's good about unresponsive live omorashers! XD
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  19. I tend to use Uri and, but that’s because the public bathrooms I use are also used by rude senseless people who take massive suits in the stalks, and nit all of it ends up in the toilet, and then they proceed to not flush. Because of that, i feel more comfortable using a urinal.
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  20. Uhhh, most nights. ? Umm, I don’t usually NEED them unless I’m seriously stressed out though. Like the last week for example. But I do usually wear most nights, but usually because I just like how safe they make me feel. I wear during the day if I’m not working more often than not.
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  21. *Chuckles* Only if she will let me be her wing woman
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  22. lol Penelope sounds like a interesting dictator to say the least and I'll vote for number 2 they can always try that eventhough it might not work but it is worth a shot
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  23. Flowing Creek

    *reads chapter* ah, right... but still, this "crazy dream" is becoming more of a nightmare! We need to get someone there to fix up this corrupted government and serve justice once again! someone like... Pheonix Wright! but seriously, i vote 1
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  24. I typed "omorashi" in hiragana alphabet in the search, I think the results are better: https://www.tokyomotion.net/search?search_query=おもらし&search_type=videos
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  25. a few years ago I saw this woman on the train grimacing and bouncing up and down, it was obvious she had an extreme emergency, and when she got up the floodgates opened and she stood frozen in position crying as pee rained down from her jeans allover the floor. People were laughing but I felt so bad but really turned on at the same time, and I ended up purposely peeing myaelf later that night at home
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  26. I like boths o//w//o but I think prefer jammers uwu
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  27. the smell of a freshly peed pair of panties
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  28. I speak a fair amount of french though I am in no way fluent. However I can understand it quite well. Thank 6 years of french in school and my mother who spoke to me in french every other day throughout my childhood. I can also understand quite a bit of Spanish and Hebrew. Oh, and piglatin lol
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  29. Wow! I mean, WOW! Perfect, gorgeous, fantastic, wonderful, great... No words are strong enough to describe this. I think the best is actually 'ghsdfjfekglmm". You are absolutely stunning! Many thanks for having shared those pics with us here. You have the body of my dreams :3
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  30. Hey, maybe you should just show her this entire thread so she can read it for herself. If you just tell her about it, you would probably tell her a one sided version of this whole debacle. Let's see if she laughs when she sees exactly what it is you have been up to. Go ahead. I dare you. Hopefully you don't actually do this for real... That would be even more creepy...
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  31. I screen shotted it and underlined it, so in the beginning it was the idea to bring up the subject of wetting by talking to his former student about a friend from Uni that had wetting issues, then the girl heard this and began opening up about her bedwetting I problems and saw him as a nice person for helping her open up and be more relaxed about and see him as a caring person, yet right at the end said “even if your university friend is imaginary”.... but when everyone questioned it all, he said the old uni friend was real and did confide him.... so now this girl sees him as caring and she told him something personal because of a lie, thats super fucked up, i hoped this helped clarify everything to everyone including @KozmoFox as well
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  32. What i read to clarify what everyone is thinking, (also holy shit it took forever to understand wtf he is talking about but this is what i got) was he was talking to a former student who is grown up and gotten their own life about an similar issue involving wetting with an old friend and he said that she was a friend who used to be a student at the University but isnt and is also a former university student and mentioned that after his student graduates, he keeps an open bias that they will continue to be friends and offer them advice and help if ever needed. Here is the creepy part, in the first post @WetG/F you said in the end “even if your uni friend is imaginary” .... so you made up a friend you had at uni with a fake bedwetting problem to get your former student who came to talk to you about her own personal wetting problems, THAT is what is creepy, making up a fake story of a fake girl to get your former student to spill a big secret of herself. That is not only creepy but really horrible
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  33. Either that is what he is doing, or I just fed a troll an entire meal on a silver platter. It's a good thing I was feeling generous today, otherwise, I would feel terrible about throwing all of that food for thought under the bridge. Hopefully it wasn't wasted.
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  34. 159.jpg

    From the album: Pokemon Omorashi

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    From the album: Pokemon Omorashi

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  36. Trap wetting

    looks like she needed that... Possible for a nude?
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  37. La Pisseuse

    1,673 downloads

    A 1997 French short film about a young Parisian girl unable to relieve herself on a hectic day. Although there isn't any explicit wetting, there's a slow buildup of some good desperation. IMDb: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0177112/
    Free
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  38. Scarlett Peeing

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    You've just dared Scarlett to pee - right now, in her clothes. She's never been one to back down from a dare This drawing is mostly a test of a different drawing software - Krito Let me know what you think!
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  39. Ripped it here: Tiny Pee Compilation Pee in Pants Pee in Calvin Kleins - Pornhub.com.mp4
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  40. Version 1.0.0

    1,139 downloads

    This one took a great dose of patience, passion and time. I hope you appreciate it. More will come in the future. Sound FX, animation and backgrounds are all made by me. Voice acting is by BabyPhoebe1991.
    Free
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  41. Version 1.0.0

    18,190 downloads

    All Taylor videos, 100 files included part 1 of 2 FINAL 100 vote survey results!
    Free
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  42. I really love when a girl holds it as long as she can in desperation. Almost like she's doing anything to stop from wetting but does wet and is humiliated. If so can you provide a link? You ever read Gillian's stories from that other site? Situations like that I mean but video
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  43. Me and my weak bladder are back at it again. I was trying to practice self care this week since it was an easy one with very little work. I went to bed early and was excited to wake up leisurely since my usual morning class had been cancelled and I only had one other class that day so an evening spent relaxing was on its way. I, of course, was mistaken. Make no mistake, I woke up leisurely; but when I rolled over to check my phone, I noticed an event on my calendar. My eyes widened as I took in what it read. I had completely forgotten that I had promised the literary club I’m a member of that I would help set up for a guest lecturer the University was hosting. I now had 10 minutes to get dressed and over to campus. I hurriedly brushed my teeth and threw on clothes, grabbing my backpack as I raced out the door. In my haste, not only had I forgotten my key, but also to stop and have my morning pee. Of course, I thought of neither of these things as I hurried to the building we were setting up in. I made it just in time to help and then rushed off to lecture as soon as the preparations were done. It was only once I had sat down in lecture and had time to breathe that I realized my bladder was less than happy. I squirmed a bit until the feeling subsided and thought nothing more of it since there were only 30 minutes left in lecture and I knew I could head home right afterwards. Once the professor finished speaking and released us, I felt my bladder once again raise the warning flag. Although the feeling refused to subside, I once again blew it off. For a moment, I considered using the bathroom on campus; however, after a moment’s deliberation, I decided to just go ahead and make the walk home so I could collapse back into bed or have a nice Netflix date with me, myself, and I. My need only got worse and worse as I made my way home. I was squirming even as I walked, thighs pressing together as much as they could. My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides constantly, as I resisted the temptation to hold myself. All the other times I had made the desperate walk back to my place had been after the sun had set. This time it was early afternoon, the sun was high in the sky, and pedestrians strolled past me, presumably oblivious to my struggle. Seconds seemed like hours as I hurried into the lobby and then into the elevator, trying desperately to both hold my bladder and make sure no one could tell that was exactly what I was doing. As the elevator ascended, I felt a large spurt dampen my panties. I grabbed my crotch, pee dancing in earnest as I felt the pressure in my bladder grow. Even once I reached my floor, I could barely appreciate that I was so close to relief because one of the people from my floor was on the other side. I quickly removed my hands from my crotch, thanking god that my neighbor hadn’t noticed, before giving them a brittle smile as they entered the elevator I had just vacated. Sensing my proximity to my apartment, and thus to a bathroom, my bladder begged for release, sending two more strong spurts into my panties and dampening my jeans. I could practically feel the liquid sliding down my sphincter, aching to be let free. I eagerly stopped in front of the door and reached into my bag to retrieve my keys but came up empty. I panicked as I continued to dig around but never once felt the cool, reassuring metal that would’ve signified I had the means to enter my apartment. I cursed loudly to myself, hitting the door with my free hand in frustration, as if doing so would magically allow me entrance. All my effort got me was another long leak into my pants, until a noticeable wet spot marred the front of my blue jeans. I got myself back under control, both hands pressed tightly into my crotch, as I took several calming breaths. Eventually, with trembling legs, I managed to get better control of myself and remove my hands. I mentally prepared myself to make the journey back down past the lobby to acquire a spare key. Although I hoped for a moment that the long leak would at least ease the pressure in my aching bladder, it only encouraged my body to let go. The ride back down to the lobby was excruciating and by the time I finally walked over to maintenance, each step I took nearly made me lose control. I gave the on-duty maintenance worker a forced smile as I asked for the spare, praying he wouldn’t notice my need but simultaneously hoping that he would so he’d hurry up. Unfortunately, he seemed in no rush and leisurely looked for the key before handing it over with a smile far more genuine than mine. I thanked him and turned on my heel to head back to my apartment. When my bladder slowly began to leak again, I knew it was game over. I felt it dribble down my leg, slipping to the floor, and undoubtedly leaving a small trail down my jeans. Every second the elevator took to return to ground floor was another second closer to what was beginning to feel like an inevitable accident. Having given up on all sense of decorum, I grabbed my crotch again, bending over at the waist and nearly in tears as my pent up urine strained to get free. Once the elevator finally arrived I hobbled in, quickly pressed the button to my floor, and turned so that the minute the door opened I could make a run for my apartment. Unfortunately, as the elevator doors closed, the floodgates opened. I let out a mortified “no, no, no! Not now! I’m so close!” but my bladder paid me no mind as it finally released itself. I felt the first large leak hit my hands as the elevator ascended, but I continued clutching myself in the desperate hopes of stopping the flood. Despite my best efforts, piss filled my panties, crotch growing warm, as the leak evolved into a waterfall. I was helpless to do anything but stare down at my wet hands, still buried in my crotch, my quickly darkening jeans, and the puddle beginning to form around me. The doors opened on my floor before I had even finished, and I numbly exited the elevator still pissing myself. There I was, a full grown college student, wetting myself where anyone could’ve seen me. Eventually my bladder exhausted itself, and for a minute I stood there staring at my soaked jeans and the damage I’d done to the carpet. I even thought back to the puddle I’d left in the elevator. My cheeks burned as I slowly made my way to my apartment, no need to rush now, and used the spare key to let myself in. I immediately spotted my keys sitting where’d I’d left them: in plain sight on the kitchen counter. I sighed and resigned myself to a long shower and an earlier laundry day then I’d intended.
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  44. Its funny that this thred started out with omorashi then turned into an english lesson
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  45. A harsh icy wind blows through the air, whistling through the trees. Liliya, sheltering her eyes from the snow with her hand, steps outside, bag and rifle ready for another harsh day. Her thick boots keep her feet warm despite the cold, though her thinning grey/brown coat is not quite so effective. Today Liliya was to take position in a prepared sniping spot, a small wooden shed hidden by snow. She shoulders her rifle, a Mosin Nagant m91/30, as she prepares to leave. Heading back inside the log cabin one last time to record her day in her journal '27th January, 1940. West of Murmansk. Today is the push - the boys will launch their attack on a well defended Finnish position near the forest, their gunners have taken out many of our men. My job today is to pick off anyone who might attempt to flee. The mission begins as soon as the first wave of bombers makes their move' Closing her journal and putting it into her bag, Liliya takes one last look at herself in her mirror. Two blue eyes look back at her, nested neatly amongst her pale freckles. Her short, blonde hair is tied neatly in a small ponytail, which reaches to just above the collar of her coat. Her coat, a long coat that comes down to just above her knees, is adorned with the usual paling red lapels is mostly bare, the material having suffered in the harsh cold winter on the Finnish border. The brass buttons gleam slightly in the morning sun, the Soviet star catching the light and reminding her who she's fighting for; The motherland, the Soviet Union. The vast uncaring land who's government is tossing it's people to war like bones to a dog. Still, it's better than being sent to a Gulag. Barely. Liliya leaves her cabin, rifle in hand, bag slung over her shoulder, preparing for another cold day. Today she will be alone and well out of the effective range of any of the machine gunners it is her job to stop from retreating. Not out of the range of artillery though, which had almost caught her a handful of days prior, when her position was discovered. Luckily for Liliya, she had the sense to run when she saw the guns fire, but sitting inside cover she less able to flee if they did ever spot her. Wondering if she'll be coming back again, she puts on her grey fur hat, and sets of to her new location The Icy air takes a turn for the worst fairly shortly, and soon the snow is pelting Liliya, still en route to her position. In the distance she can hear gunfire, but only just above the howling wind. She can see the cabin now - a small wooden shelter, well hidden behind bushes, and a whole lot of snow. The window to shoot out of isn't massive - maybe the size of a chair seat, hardly enough to keep out the wind and snow, but large enough to have a good view of her target. She opens the cabin door, and walks in. The cabin is hardly a five-star resort, mostly bare and made from slightly rotted wood, but it'll do the job. Inside the shed is a table leaning against the open window, just the right height for her to lie on and have her rifle poke out the window. No need to start yet, so Liliya takes her binoculars from her bag and takes a look down range. She can just about make out the enemy position through the blizzard and woods - The Finns have dug in, and have erected wooden walls and barricades. Their trench line has the occasional protruding turret with a mounted machine gun, and a handful of ladders are propped against the back wall for if they need to flee. In Liliya's experience however the Finn's don't often need to flee, and even when they ought to they rarely do. But today should be different, today the red army was bringing the big guns. The target itself wasn't massive, but it was a highly strategic point for the Finns - it overlooked the Soviet lines, and had become a real thorn in their side. The men in the trench regularly set up traps for Soviet tanks and supplies, and the reds had lost three tanks and a couple tonnes of food to Finnish mines that week alone. Liliya, deciding she has time before the attack starts, takes out her journal again, and begins to write. 'Today's attack will begin with a light bombing raid, followed by shelling, and finally tanks. The position will be entirely destroyed, command thinks they have ammunition and supplies in their trench. We are ordered to kill every last man we can, to try to scare the Finns into submission. My cabin is well placed to see any men that try to flee, though it is very much bare - a table, a chair, and a bucket. As much as I do not like the bucket, I will have to use it soon. Wait - I hear engines. The bombers are arriving, I better take my spot. My bladder will have to wait.' Liliya climbs on the table and aims her rifle down toward the Finnish position, carefully focusing her scope to get the clearest view. She takes quick stock of what she has on her - Her bag, a canteen of water, a packed lunch, and a small bottle of Vodka she had been given by her sister before she left, which she drinks to calm her nerves. She has a spare six stripper clips for her rifle, and a small Makarov pistol for emergencies, and spare magazines for two more emergencies. She hopes she won't need to use the pistol, or the rifle for that matter. Shooting at fleeing men isn't allowed by the League of Nations, but then again, neither was invading Finland, which had got the Union expelled from the league. Not like the League could really do anything else... Looking back out the window, Liliya catches the bombers fly straight over-head. A squadron of five old Ilyushin's, their roaring engines causing Liliya's cabin to shake as they flew over. Liliya's orders were not to move unless attacked or until the reds had captured the Finn's position. She chambers her rifle and gets ready to shoot, doing her best to ignore her bladder, which has been slowly filling for a while now The Ilyushins reach their target, dropping their payloads as they do. A good three seconds between Liliya seeing the bombs drop and hearing them explode. The raid isn't the most succesful, and the Finn's are quick to respond with their anti-air guns. Liliya watches the guns shoot round after round at the bombers, one being caught with a direct hit in the fuselage, falling flaming behind the Finnish lines. The bombers circle round for a second run, and this time the Finns take down another two, one catching a direct hit in it's left engine, the other being hit by the first falling bomber. Both planes crash into the forest flaming as the sound catches up to Liliya. The remaining two bombers return to base, thundering again over Liliya's lookout, shaking the table as they do. Dull thuds from behind the cabin signal the artillery support, a mostly aimless barrage of shells pounds the forest, shredding trees and burning bushes, but without much effect on the Finns in their trench. Liliya doesn't see anyone attempt to flee, and she doesn't expect to, but orders are orders. Orders are keeping her from taking a quick five minute break to pee in the bucket at the end of the room. It's not urgent yet mind, she can hold it.... The shelling lasts a good half hour, but the Finns don't seem bothered, Liliya can just about see a couple of shadows scuttling about their trench as they assess the damage. Liliya shuffles her legs on the table, trying to get in a more comfortable position. Her bladder now is quite full, and every move she makes results in a warm twinge from it, but when she doesn't move she can feel her bladder threaten to empty itself. 'Come now Liliya, you're a grown woman, you can hold it' she says to herself under her breath. Using her right hand to steady her rifle while still being able to fire, she uses her left hand to press on her crotch, supporting her bladder muscles as they hold in a morning's worth of pee. The Finns are fairly quick to retaliate to the shelling, and a handful of Finish guns in the trench begin to return fire as the Red tanks move in. A line of T-34s charges the Finnish guns, firing in sequence. The guns mostly miss as the tanks bounce viciously against the snowy floor, their rounds going off vaguely around the Finns, while the Finns return fire. As Liliya hears the second line of tanks on the way, one of the Finnish guns scores a direct hit on one of the T-34s, blowing the turret clean off. Liliya feels her bladder twinge again, a mix of fear and shock at seeing the tank taking the hit so badly. What if a Finnish shell hit her? She daren't think about it. Then something happens which Liliya had not expected at all - Ilyushin bombers come from behind the Finnish lines, marked in Finnish colours. This wasn't right, Liliya thinks - The spot can't be this well defended. She begins to shake slightly in fear of what else the Finns could have as the bombers fly toward the Russian lines. Bombs fall from the doors of the plane, blasting snow into the air as they hit, and shattering the occasional tank whenever they score direct hits. Liliya knows for a fact there will be no fighter cover any time soon, no-one knew the Finns would be sending in any reinforcements, never mind bombers. As each bomb hits the ground, each one coming slightly close, Liliya can feel the ground shake, and her bladder twinges each time. The bombs shouldn't be getting so close - perhaps they'd noticed her she thinks, her fear growing. The tanks now have their barrels aimed up, in a feeble attempt to hit the Finnish bombers. Not one shot hits, and stray shells fly around the battlefield, more dangerous than the bombers themselves. *CTHUN* A tank shell cracks as it lands barely thirty feet from Liliya, blasting snow and dust through her window. She shrieks and dives from the table, pushing herself against the wall. As the dust settles she notices a heat growing at her ass, and a warm, familiar smell begins to rise - Liliya has begun wetting herself. 'Nyet, stop, don't do this!' she tells herself urgently, clamping her hand onto her crotch as her pee flows through her pants and begins pooling. Quickly she manages to stop the flow, but not before making a significant wet patch the size of a melon on her ass, and a slight puddle on the floor. Her grey pants turn a much darker colour where they soaked up the stream. Liliya, blushing slightly at her accident, climbs back onto the table, feeling a little better, and a little warmer... The heat from her accident quickly dissipates in the cold air however, and soon Liliya is very aware of an icy damp patch between her thighs. In an effort to keep the patch from touching her, she lies with her legs apart, though this is agony for her bladder. Shivering slightly, Liliya takes aim again, trying to ignore her bladder, not satisfied with just a short leak. The bombers by now are returning to base, and a handful of tanks have been hit, leaving smouldering husks in the snow. With the bombers gone, the Finnish guns kick up again, but this time there are many more, and it dawns on Liliya that the Finns have sent in reinforcements. Liliya realises now she won't need to shoot any fleeing Finns. She can't leave though, as one of the tanks has blown up part of the Finnish barricade, giving Liliya a clear line of fire to a Finnish machine gun nest. The gun sits alone, with no men manning it quite yet, but with the red army about to make another push with infantry this time, she could not allow herself to let the gun out of her sights. Curling her knees and kicking her feet up in the air in an attempt to make holding her bladder a little easier, Liliya focuses on the gun, ready to fire should the need arise. Half an hour passes, and the Soviet attempts to take the position are repelled again and again by the Finns, and Liliya can only watch as tanks and men are lost to Finnish fire. Focusing on the gun nest, Liliya spots some movement - a white blur in the nest appears, what Liliya assumes is a Finn loading the gun. She readies her trigger finger, shaking slightly with anticipation, fear, and a desperate bladder. Now there is only Liliya, the rifle, and the Finnish gun. Liliya breathes slowly, blowing steam out her nose and against the table with each breath, forming a slight frost as it cools until her next breath heats it up again. Another twitch, as adrenaline rushes through her. Another movement from the gun. Not quite enough to justify taking a shot, Liliya waits. She sees a man take ahold of the gun, and before he has a chance to begin firing Liliya takes her shot *gTHAN* The shot pushes the rifle firmly into Liliya's shoulder, the shock causing her to lose a drop of pee into her pants, but the shot finds it's target. Liliya grins in celebration, enjoying the moment as hot bead of piss finds its way down her thigh, settling in between her leg and the table, before slowly cooling, making a cold streak down her thigh, but barely marking the fabric. This slight loss of pee however has an effect on Liliya - her bladder begins hurting quite a bit as she realises how much she has to pee. She glances over to the bucket, then back at the gun nest. More men are in the nest now, trying to pull out the man she hit, while another attempts to mount the gun. Cycling the bolt, Liliya takes another shot *gBANG* Again the rifle pushes into Liliya's shoulder with recoil, and again the shot finds it's target. Again, Liliya looses slight control, this time letting a dribble into her pants, a little more than before, but enough to really feel the heat spread down her. She grins again, though this time more with the satisfaction from the heat than the shot. Perhaps she ought to let out a little more - just to keep warm... Liliya thinks about this for a good moment or two, hesitantly deciding to do so. She relaxes her bladder slightly, feeling the pee as it travels toward the exit, but stopping right before she does, as she reconsiders. 'W-what am I doing? Am I really going to do this?' she asks herself. After some more consideration, she decides the answer is 'yes'. Tentatively, she relaxes again, and she again feels the hot flow of her pee at it moves toward the way out. A gentle, short trickle, as Liliya carefully lets out just enough to feel the heat again, relaxing her slightly as she remains aimed toward the Finnish gun nest. Now the men have caught on to there being a sniper aimed at them, and they decide to fall back. Liliya decides it's best to keep watch, and as her crotch cools down, she decides it's also best to let out another trickle to keep warm Letting her eyelids fall a little as she relaxes, another trickle of pee is let into her pants, joining the damps spot on the table, pushing its way towarwd Liliya's waistline. The trickle is a little longer this time, as Liliya feels herself a little less able to stop. But the warmth is totally worth it she thinks. The battle ahead of her seems to be drawing to a close, as the wind picks up again, making it impossible to march forward or to aim. Liliya remains in place however, just in case the snow dies down. 'A little more' Liliya thinks to herself, as she lets out just a little more to keep her warm. Except this time it's not just a little more, as her bladder decides to squeeze a little tighter of it's own accord, causing Liliya to gasp slightly as she spurts a fair stream into her pants, hearing it splash as it crashes into the fabric of her pants. That wasn't what she'd planned to do - her bladder however planned on carrying on, as before Liliya can realise what she's doing, it squeezes again, and another fair stream shoots into her pants, again splashing as the pee hits the puddle from the first bout. The steam rises quickly, warming the insides of Liliya's thighs, though not as much as the hot pee warms the front. Blushing quite a bit now, Liliya decides to not let any more pee out until she can leave her post. For now, her bladder complies. The heat from the pee quickly dies away again, and Liliya is left lying in a very cold puddle, the length of three bullets lines up, going down her left thigh. She begins shivering in the cold, not helped by her bladder which appears to be drawing the heat from the rest of her body. A nostalgia grows as she remembers the heat from mere seconds ago, and Liliya begins to long for the hot sting of pee once again against her leg. 'J-just a little won't hurt, will it?' she asks herself, denying the reality of her aching bladder being set to burst. 'N-no, I'm sure it won't' she tells herself, lying. And again, Liliya close her eyes gently and begins to relax her bladder. She embraces the heat as her pee travels down her before it leaves, and a trickle begins to fall out of her, mere drops at a time, she hears each one as it taps against the fabric of her pants. Liliya decides to stop for now, just in case she spurts again, but her bladder, again, has a different plan. Liliya, a little worried now, tries forcing her bladder shut, but it doesn't respond, and the trickle turns into a gentle stream, leaking at a steady pace. Clenching her eyes, she tries with all her strength to stem the flow, but to no avail. She moans gently as she tries but her bladder isn't listening. It's time to give up 'Uhwhaa.....' Liliya sighs as she gives up, giving in to her bladder, and she starts to wet herself. The stream slowly pours from out of Liliya, and it pools in her pants where the fabric manages to hold it in for a second, resulting in the pee running down Liliya's right thigh and to her knee, where it begins to pool. The pee that does pass through Liliya's pants pools at her crotch, a gentle steam rising as it does so. Liliya lets herself smile and drops her head against her forearm, as she enjoys the feeling of the spreading heat, as the hot pee begins to travel up between the table and her crotch to her waist. The pee travels this route quickly, and very soon Liliya can feel the hot puddle reach her belly button. She sighs again, gently and through a satisfied smile, and the pee continues to gently spill out of her, and in between her legs. She breathes deeply, letting in the warm smell of pee as it fills the room, accompanying the gentle patter of pee as it hits the fabric of her pants, then soaks through into them and the front of her coat. This is joined by more dripping as pee begins to fall from the table and onto the floor, as the puddle that Liliya lies in spreads over the edges, and up as far as her breasts. He coat soaks in the hot pee as far as halfway up her torso in a mostly uniform pattern, much like her legs, which are both equally soaked and steaming, as pee continues to flow. 'I am wetting myself....I am a grown woman.....and I am wetting myself....'Liliya reminds herself, though this doesn't bother her. 'Maybe I should wet myself more often...' she considers, lost in the moment, embracing the heat from her pee as it soaks into her clothes and warms her skin underneath. She gently opens her eyes as she feels her stream come to an end, a little upset that she can't keep going. Raising her head and looking forward, she notices the blizzard has gotten worse, and appears as if it will do for quite some time. Smiling again as the heat flushes through her, she slides of the table, bringing most of the puddle of pee with her, which falls to the floor with a spatter. Standing up in the cabin, she admires her work. The table itself is slightly water logged, and splattered pee surrounds the table. She looks down herself, noticing her clothes soaked in pee as far as her ankles and as high as her breasts. She gives her bladder one last push, and a shot of golden pee dribbles out of her pants and onto the floor. Where she has stood, the pee that had pooled in her pants travels down, into her boots, soaking into her socks, warming her feet. She wriggles her toes in her boots, hearing the muffled squishing where her pee is soaking in. Steam gently rises from her front as she stands, bringing its scent straight to Liliya, who smiles again as she breathes it in. 'Well' Liliya says to herself, slowly coming back to reality. 'I better get back to base - the battle's over' she says, looking out the window, 'and I'm going to freeze soon if I don't....Oh god, what do I tell them? Sorry I'm so wet commisar, I was busy wetting myself for pleasure? That won't work...I know, I'll say my canteen burst over me when it was hit!' Liliya places her canteen on the table, takes out her pistil and shoots a hole into it. *gTHANG* The shot echoes around the small room, and the water from the canteen spills all over the table. Picking up the canteen and emptying it onto the floor, Liliya watches it splatter and wash away her pee which has settled around the table legs. She's almost sad to see it go. The last few drops fall from the canteen, and as they do Liliya tries to get a couple more drops out of her bladder. Leaning with her back to the wall she pushes on her bladder, harder and harder. 'Hnnn....' she groans under the pressure, and one last spurt flows out and down her leg, landing into her right boot. She relaxes and sighs again, and as she feels her wet chest begin to cool, she decides she ought to hurry back. Putting her shot canteen into her bag, she leaves the cabin and jogs back, cloaked by the blizzard. By the time Liliya arrives back, after almost an hour, her coat, pants, boots and hat are white with snow. Liliya realises she needn't have worried about anyone noticing a wet patch, considering her coat was going to soak in the snow. Heading back into her own cabin, she closes the door and strips down, and gets changed into some clean clothes. She heads out of her room, leaving her wet pants on the floor. As she looks around she notices the blizzard outside continue. Her commanding officer heads over to tell her that the rest of the days attack is called of because of the weather, and Liliya decides to call it a day Later, as the evening draws later, Liliya in her room, decides to do something she's never done before. Rather than going to the toilet before bed, Liliya decides to have some fun...taking off her clean pants and underwear, and changes back into her wet pants. The cold wet fabric causes her to inhale sharply as it touches her skin, but this doesn't stop her pulling them up. Looking at herself in her mirror, she smiles, and slowly relaxes her bladder again. At first a trickle, but slowly becoming a stream, Liliya pees again into her pants, letting the pale yellow pee pool around her bare feet in her room, warming her pants again. She puts one hand over her crotch, directly against the stream, and lets it flow through her fingers, pooling slightly in her cupped hand, before letting the pale gold liquid splatter to the floor, landing on her foot. Looking at her lower body in the mirror, Liliya wriggles her toes again, letting them splash in the thin puddle on the floor, and moving her other foot around in her pee. She lets her pants drop into the puddle, baring herself in the mirror, letting the hot fabric warm the tops of her bare feet. In the light her wet legs glisten pleasingly. She steps out of her wet pants, pressing them with her feet, pushing the still-warm pee out and through her toes. She changes back into her clean clothes before slumping into bed, closing her eyes and letting her hands wander down as she begins gently rubbing herself, before falling asleep
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    This is not a 'game' but more like an interactive comic. It a wetting scenario with choices, made in powerpoint. Which means that microsoft powerpoint or another compatible software is required. This comic contains wetting and desperation. I hope you like it, if I get positive response more will be uploaded. Thanks!
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